#known n cared n i wanna give dat all back okay

[gurorori]

guhh im. goin actually. idc who front

[strawnarrries]

Lover - part 3

You and Niall finally plan your first official date, but what happens when someone t-bones you all on the way to the restaurant? 

Trigger warning: car crash! 

hello everyone! here is the part 3 you’ve all been waiting for! i kinda gave away the ending just now but car crashes are very serious and i would never want to trigger or offend anyone so i figured it was best to have the warning just in case! its definitely not graphic at all, just a short description of what happened, but it still deserves the warning because the topic can be sensitive to some. but thank you for reading and lmk what you think! enjoy! //

The second you heard your phone ding, you immediately jumped up from the couch and grabbed your phone from the coffee table. Taking a look at the screen, you saw that Niall had finally texted you. A huge grin spread across your lips and you began to feel giddy with excitement. 

After the incident, you didn’t want to text him first. You decided to wait until he texted you. After all, you were the first one to confess your feelings and you didn’t want to seem clingy. Even though he was your best friend and had known you for years, the circumstances were different now. It was a little past noon when you got the text and you would be lying if you said you weren’t waiting all morning for his name to pop up on your screen.

The text read, Hey what are ya doing ? 

You replied with, Nothing, just watching netflix 

Can we facetime? 

Sure!

Not long after, his name popped up at the top of your screen, the silly profile picture you chose for his contact filling the rest of your screen. You clicked the accept button right away, impatiently waiting for it to load. His beautiful face soon appeared on the screen and you smiled, "Hey."

"Hey, how are ya?" he asked sweetly, showing you his pearly whites.

You could tell by the background that he had sat his phone against something on his coffee table in the living room. He was sitting on his big, creme colored couch, his black, 8-chaired dining table sitting behind him. The big windows showed off beautiful view of his backyard. The light from them making it hard to see him clearly. The small droplets of sprinkled rain that fell from the light grey clouds in the blue sky painted the glass. You smiled, “Good, thank you, how are you?”

"'m good." he smiled. 

You guys talked for a little bit, laughing at stupid things each other said, the usual things you all would talk about. But once the conversation started to die down, he brought up the big question, "So, are we goin' out sometime or ya change yer mind?"

You giggled, "No, I'm up for it as long as you still wanna try it out." 

"Alrighty, well where do ya wanna go?" he asked. 

"I'm good with anything honestly, we could go get food, or we could go do something fun like bowling, or go t' like a drive-in movie," you hummed, throwing out a bunch of ideas.

"I'll do whatever. Yer da woman, you decide." 

You rolled your eyes at him playfully because you know he knows how much you hate making group decisions like this, but you kept throwing out ideas, hoping that one would catch his attention and he'd choose.

"We could go putt-putting," you suggested.

"Y/N, ya know I suck at that," he replied, “I hate the clubs they give ya.”

"Yeah, that's why I wanna go, so I can beat you." 

"I can't fuckin' stand ya," he giggled at you, shaking his head disapprovingly. 

You chuckled back and there was a couple of minutes of silence before he spoke up again, "Ooh, how 'bout we go t' dat new brunch place in da city, know ya mentioned wantin' t' try dat."

"Oh, that's right! I forgot that had finally opened. Yeah, let's do that!" 

"Okay, I've got a bunch of promo t' do fer me new single dis week, but 'm good dis weekend," he told you and you felt your heart beating out of your chest because you couldn't believe this was actually happening, but you were so happy that it was.

"I can do this weekend," you nodded.

"Okay, Saturday?" 

"Perfect. What time?" 

“Mmm, I dunno yet. Can we figure that out later in the week?” he asked. 

“Yeah, of course!” 

“Kay, good.” 

“I’m excited.” you smiled, feeling all giddy and tingly inside. 

“Me too.” 

The call ended soon after that and the moment your home screen popped up again and he was off the call, you squealed happily, butterflies flying around in your tummy. You couldn't wait. You had dreamed off this day ever since you and Niall had started becoming friends. You never really thought it would actually happen, but now that it was, you couldn't be more happy.

***

Beep, beep, beep. You woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm, internally groaning. You had set it for early that morning to give yourself plenty of time to get ready for your date. You were tired from a long, stressful week at work and really just wanted to sleep in, but you were still super excited for your hot date. The other day, you all made reservations at the cute brunch place for 11:30, so he was going to pick you up at 11:15, giving you plenty of travel time. So after clicking snooze a couple of times, you eventually decided it was time to wake up. After scrolling through your phone and catching up on your social media, it was about 9:15 when you got up out of bed to start making yourself look pretty for Niall. You definitely didn’t need 2 hours to get ready for a little brunch date with Niall, but you were excited and wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to do everything you wanted to do.

You walked into your bathroom, turning on the shower and your current favorite playlist. You began to get undressed before hopping in the shower and beginning to clean yourself up. You were never one to shower in the mornings, you always preferred to shower at night, but today was special to you and you wanted to smell super fresh for Niall. Even though he was your best friend and had seen you at some of your worsts, you still wanted to impress him. After washing up, you quickly shaved your everything before turning the water off and wrapping yourself in a big, fluffy towel. After drying off your body, you wrapped your hair up with the towel. You slipped on your bathrobe and laid down in bed again, letting the towel soak up the dripping strands of your hair as you turned on the TV and scrolled through your phone again.

After about 10 minutes, you got up and hung the wet towel out to dry. You turned your playlist back on and began to get ready, brushing and blow-drying your hair before putting on light makeup. You quickly brushed your teeth and swished some mouthwash before you heard your doorbell ring. You ran to the door and unlocked it, opening it to reveal Niall, looking as handsome as ever. 

He wasn’t dressed too fancy since we were only going to a brunch restaurant in the city, but he also didn’t look like he just rolled out of bed. He dressed causal, wearing a plain white tshirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple a times. He paired it with light, navy blue khaki shorts and slipped on some white Reebok sneakers. His white apple watch adorned his wrist and he had his gold earring in, complimenting his face perfectly. His black Ray-Bans covered his eyes and his hair was styled slightly messy, but so sexy. 

"Hey, imma little early," he smiled and you allowed him to walk in while he slipped his sunglasses off his face and slipped one of the arms of the glasses past the collar of his shirt to hang so he didn’t have to hold them. 

"That's okay," you giggled, "Why didn't ya just walk in?"

Since you both are super close, you have a key to each other's houses and whenever you plan to go over, you both can easily just walk in without a care. 

"I mean, I dunno, 's a date, right?" he chuckled softly, a light shade of pink arising on the apples of his cheeks.

"We're still best friends, this doesn't havta be awkward," you giggled. 

"Yeah, I know, still wanna make it proper though, I mean if we're actually tryin' dis out I wanna like treat it like it's da beginnin'."

"Okay?" you narrowed your eyes at him, "well, hi, I'm (Y/N)."

Rolling his eyes playing, he grinned at you, "Yer so annoyin'." 

You giggled back before humming, "I just need t' get dressed, then we can leave." 

"Sounds good," he replied. 

You went back to your room and went into your closet, picking out a cute, pink shirt and pairing it with a cute pair of ripped, jean shorts. You quickly put on some deodorant and sprayed on your favorite perfume. You put in some fake diamond earrings and ruffled with your hair real quick before calling it a day, happy with your appearance. You slipped on some cute, matching sandals before heading back to where he sat in your living room. 

"Okay, ready?" you grinned, walking towards the couch he was sitting on, scrolling through his phone. 

He looked up at you through his lashes, slipping his phone in his pocket and standing up, "Yeah." 

He began walking towards the front door while you grabbed your purse and slipped your phone into it. You followed him outside on the doorstep of your flat. You locked the door behind you and you both made your way down the flight of stairs to the parking lot. He lead the way towards his black Range Rover that sat in front of your building complex. He took out his keys and he got into the driver's seat while you hopped into the passenger side. He pulled out of the parking spot and began the journey to the fancy brunch place downtown. The radio was on low as you both spoke, talking about anything and everything. 

You were mid-conversation when it happened.

"Didn't she have a s - oh my god," you gasped deeply. 

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, mentally preparing to come face to face with Jesus Himself as Niall slams on the breaks, a string of profanities leaving his lips. The tires screeched and you felt the car lunge forward as it slammed into the side of the other car. Your bodies were thrown forward into the airbags and you were in complete shock. A sharp pain struck in both your knees when they slammed against the dashboard in front of you. It all happened so fast, you hadn't even processed what happened yet until you heard Niall yell in pain...

"Fuckin' hell!! Me ankle!"

[ambootyos]

Deception Pt. 1

Is There A Rule Book?

Adam x Reader x Finn

Plot-No strings attached always gets messy when new people get involved

Tags- @reigns420 @glittercupcakes-and-squats @capwasright @originalbish98

If you wanna be tagged, ask.

Warnings- language and sexual themes

A/N: I’m back! *return of the Mack plays*

“Y/N, come on. It’s been three years, if he’s not calling you his girlfriend by now, he’s never gonna.” Kyle sighs, Bobby nodding silently in agreement.

Roderick cocks his head.

“This is why you should’ve just hooked up with me, I’d have married you by now.” He teases.

I love these guys, I truly do, but they never could understand that my ‘love life’ was my concern, and my concern only.

“It’s called a fling for a reason.” I reply, trying once again to steer them straight and make it very clear that it’s not up for discussion.

“For three years?” Bobby judges. “Three years is not a fling.”

“I know this is Adam we’re talking about, but at some point you guys are just gonna have to use the word ‘dating’ and get the fuck over yourselves.” Kyle chuckles.

That’s the thing, did he know who we were talking about? Did he truly understand it? Adam wasn’t exactly who I saw fathering my future children. He was hot, and we’d known each other for a long time. It was exactly what we needed it to be.

“Can you guys just stay out of it? Like for once?” I huff.

Kyle rolled his eyes, and Bobby shrugged me off. Roderick never really gave a shit, and was more or less just talking about it to get under my skin, so his reaction was a sly smirk of satisfaction.

“Let’s just, talk about work, mkay?” I suggest, rubbing my forehead.

“So Finn being back is odd, right?” Roderick states.

The group nods in agreement.

“I’m glad to have him, but yes, it’s odd to see him in our neck of the woods.” Bobby replies.

Finn was a nice change of scenery in my opinion. New competition, new storylines to be had, etc. However, Finn was different. We’d never really interacted. Not personally. Sure he’d had his moments with Adam, or with the other Undisputed Era guys, but I didn’t play any part in that. I didn’t know Finn from atom, and it wasn’t like he was dying to meet me either, so I just thought it best to steer clear.

“Y/N, what do you think?” Kyle asks pulling me from thought.

“I think he’s good for the brand.” I shrug, nothing else to say but that.

We carried on without conversation a while longer before they left to do media, or whatever else. Adam was busy resting up from the long week he’d had that ended at Survivor Series, which left me as a party of one, to drink alone at the bar for who could say how long.

“Well, it’s good ‘ta see a familiar face.”

I heard a voice I recognized say I glanced over to see the talk of the brand himself, Finn Balor, sitting not too far away from me. I smiled, and took his hello as an invitation to sit next to him, though maybe it wasn’t, because he seemed confused by it. He didn’t say anything about it though so it didn’t bother him too much.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, his face expressionless.

I nod.

“Yep, that’s me.” I shrug in response, before sitting my drink and phone on the bar close to his.

“How’s ‘ya boyfriend? He ‘ad a pretty rough week.”

It takes me a few seconds to realize he means Adam, and I breathe a laugh, it seems I can’t escape the assumption me and Adam are more than what we say we are.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I explain, ignoring the question. He cocks his brow.

“Oh?” He starts. “So ‘yer single ‘ven?” He asks.

I clear my throat, and tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Well..not exactly..we have a thing..we’re just not exclusive.”

He tilts his head, and gives me a cocky smirk, that tells me he either doesn’t believe me when I say we aren’t ‘exclusive’ or that he wouldn’t care if we were.

“So..single.” He states, not asking me this time, just declaring it to see if I’ll argue. I don’t. I am technically single. Though, I didn’t really want another fling with someone else either. I didn’t want my workplace getting too complicated.

“So, Adam, hm?” He chuckles.

“What’s funny?”

He shrugs.

“I coulda seen ‘ya dating ‘im. But, he doesn’t seem fuck buddy material.”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“And, why is that?”

“I dunno. He seems too..childish? Like I can’t imagine ‘im being any fun in bed. He seems too focused on making ‘imself look good.”

“He’s plenty fun.”

“Plenty?” He questions. “Are ‘ya suggesting there’s more fun ‘ta be ‘ad?”

I clear my throat and roll my eyes.

“Why? You have someone in mind?” I mock.

His smirk grows, and he looks me up and down, before biting his bottom lip.

“I might.” He flirts.

I feel heat creep up my face onto my cheeks, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Um..oh..I didn’t realize you wanted-”

He cuts me off.

“I said, might. I gotta know ‘wha ‘yer up for first.” He teases. “So, if ‘ya are interested,” He starts, before scribbling something on a piece of paper, and sliding it to me. “‘Dat’s my ‘numba.”

“Putting it off for another time?” I question, puzzled as to why he only made an agreement to make a move in the future and not just doing it now. He chuckled, and gave me a look that almost felt like a judgement.

“Darling, ‘ya aren’t ready ‘fer ‘wha I can do ‘ta you.” He winked, before taking his leave.

I cleared my throat and swallowed. I felt a strange sense of anxiety walking hand in hand with excitement. I didn’t know what to think about Finn’s offer outta nowhere. It was tempting. But would it be okay?

I know it’s not cheating. But, is it still wrong? Adam is my friend, and even if this is just sex is it wrong to have sex with someone else we work with? Isn’t it at least weird?

Who could I even talk to about this? Roderick never had solid advice, and certainly not Kyle or Bobby. They’d act like my cocerns for what might be considered an ‘unspoken rule’ is just repressed feelings for Adam. Or, they’d get mad at me for asking them because they-for some dumbass reason-probably think it’d hurt Adam’s feelings.

Would it?

It’s not like he and Finn were besties, but they didn’t hate each other. Was there any clear reason he’d be upset? One that doesn’t exist only in Kyle’s head, of course.

I pushed it from my mind for the time being. I decided it was best to just go to my hotel and sleep away the thoughts I had.

I didn’t hear from the guys again that night, so I was able to sleep peacefully, though, Finn’s smirk when he said I wasn’t ready, was still fresh in memory.

---

The next day, I sped through my morning routine. Shower, hair up in a bun, little to no makeup, jeans and a t-shirt, and out the door to meet my friends at the arena.

Adam seemed to be in a better mood now that he’d had some, even if it was just a few days of it, healing time.

He smiled when he saw me.

“Good to see you’re alive, since you didn’t answer any of my texts last night.” He teased.

“Well Adam, to be fair, you can only answer that ‘u up?’ text so many times before it gets old.” Roderick chuckles earning an eye roll from Adam.

I cock my brow.

“You didn’t text me..” I trail off.

“Yeah I did! Like twenty times!”

I take my phone out of my pocket and realize it isn’t mine, meaning it must be Finn’s.

“Shit! I grabbed the wrong phone at the bar last night.” I facepalm. “Excuse me.” I walk out of ear shot almost like I have to hide who’s phone it is. I call my own number, only to hear it ring from down the hall.

Finn, shows me that he has it with a goofy smile on his face as he hands it back to me.

“For a not-boyfriend, pretty boy seems ‘ta blow ‘yer phone up a lot.” He says, not giving me a chance to grab my phone myself as he slides it into the back pocket of my jeans, letting his hand linger, for a second longer than he should.

My back stiffens, and he cocks his head, and hums like he’s making an assumption.

“Still not ready ‘fer me.” He shrugs. “Dat’s okay. I can wait..” He flirts.

I feel like he’s challenging me in a way, and it makes me wanna prove him wrong. He goes to take his phone and I pull it back causing him to raise his brows, and await what I’m gonna do next. I grab his belt loop and pull him closer, before using my other hand to put his phone in the waistline of the front of his jeans, and smiling up at him.

“Don’t wait too long.” I wink, causing him to bite his lip. I give him a devilish grin before walking away. Back to my friends. I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks, as my thoughts tell me I should’ve kissed him, or let my hands travel even further.

The guys are talking about something, I’m paying no mind to.

“This is what happens when you don’t answer your phone!” Roderick teases, pulling me into the conversation I was too distracted to of heard any of. Now I feel guilty for being elsewhere, like I’ve let Finn overshadow my friends, overshadow Adam.

“Huh?” I question, hoping they’ll repeat it without asking me what my thoughts were consumed with seconds earlier.

“He hooked up.” Kyle states rolling his eyes.

“Oh!” I reply, a little surprised by it.

Don’t get me wrong, Adam was allowed to fuck whoever he wanted, but since me and him started sleeping together, we barely slept around at all.

“I didn’t know you weren’t getting my texts or I would’ve just went and saw you. I thought you were asleep.” He explains, like he needs to justify it.

Kyle clears his throat.

“Why would she care? She’s not your girlfriend.” He says, waiting for my reaction.

I roll my eyes at him, something Adam doesn’t see because Kyle never bothers him with his ‘big brother bullshit’ talk.

“I didn’t think she’d care. But it would’ve been easier to see her, so I’m just trying to give her shit for grabbing someone else’s phone.” He laughs.

Like I assumed. We were nothing. So why the hell was I so worried about Finn? There aren’t any rules if you’re nothing but friends.

Kyle still has an ‘I told you so’ aura wrapped around him. Gosh, I just wanna fucking scream at him I was with someone else too.

“Sorry! I was busy, stealing some hot guys phone by accident.” I say, pretending to be embarrassed.

“Ooh, phone guy is hot?” Adam chuckles, while Kyle furrows his brows, still unconvinced as if he ever would be anyway. I shrug with a smile.

“Devilishly.”

[pouchesandwlkmans]

Try

Characters: Yondu, Reader, Kraglin

Pairings: Yondu x Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 1321

Warnings: Angst, mentions of miscarriage, lots of pent of emotion

A/N: I came up with this while half asleep lol! My brain goes angst when I’m dozing off. Do enjoy, and let this be an apology for my inactivity.

You were ignoring each other again. The two of you had broken down to that. To ignoring each other despite how in love the two of you had been just months earlier.  You weren’t sure how it had gotten so bad.

All you knew was he wouldn’t look at you anymore.

There was no communication. There was little to no interaction anymore. You had moved all your things back to your quarters on the Eclector, and it hurt. It hurt knowing the man you loved could be in the same room with you and never acknowledge your presence. It hurt to know the love the two of you once shared was gone, though you still cared so deeply for him.

“That’s it,” Kraglin stated, causing you and Yondu to jump out of your skins. “This ends now.”

“Kraglin, the hell ya goin’ on about,” Yondu demanded, but he soon found himself being drug down the hall. Both of you were, really. For a scrawny guy, Kraglin had some strength to him, and you could tell there was going to be a bruise on your arm from how hard he was gripping it.

“You two were thicker than anything in the universe and now this,” Kraglin pointed out. “I have had enough!”

He shoved the two of you into a small cell and shut the door. “Now TALK!”

You could only stare, jaw hanging, as he stormed off, having relieved Yondu of all the override codes before he did. Ballsy little shit. And while he had the best of intentions, this wouldn’t work. Yondu’s actions the past month had said more than enough.

You stormed to the back of the tiny cell and stared out the window, listing as Yondu tried his best to open the door. Then he started shouting. That’s was one new development. He was always shouting, always angry. And even when things were good, he never seemed truly happy.

And that was probably your fault anyway.

“Ya scrawny fuck,” he screamed before kicking the door, his implant glowing. “Imma make ‘im pay fer this!” You rolled your eyes, but kept staring out the window. “Look, we’s stuck in ‘ere till his ass comes back.”

“Not my problem,” you snapped back. “I’m not the one who basically became ten times grouchier.”

“She speaks,” he announced, his voice dripping with venom. “Finally gone admit I’m ‘ere?” You shot him a glare.

“Three months,” you snarled. “Three months, and you’ve barely even looked at me! Now I’m stuck in here with you!” He snorted and turned to the door.

“Shoulda known ya’d feel dat way,” he grumbled.

“Look, just tell me what I did to cause this,” you growled. “Tell me why we went from being unable to be away from each other to being unable to stand each other.” He stayed silent, but you could see his fists clenched. “Gods dammit, Yondu, tell me!”

“Ain’t important.”

“If we’re going to keep this ship running like the well-oiled machine she is, yes, it is.”

“No, it ain’t! The fuck ya want from me?”

“The truth!”

“Ya want the truth,” he shouted, storming to stand toe to toe with you. “Then I’ll give ya the truth!”

You stared into his eyes, trying to ignore the flood of relief. Just having him this close again took the edge off your rage, but you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“The truth is no, I can’t look at ya! I can’t stand bein’ near ya! Cause I ain’t good enough fer ya!”

You blinked in surprise, but he continued.

“When ya told me ye were pregnant, I didn’ know to ta feel. I ain’t no good at rasin’ kids. Part o’ me wanted to set ya up in Zandar and let ya raise ‘em without me. But part o’ me knew that wasn’t right.”

You finally noticed the emotions in his eyes. The hurt, the regret, the anger, the self-loathing. Christ, had he been holding all of this in? Was this why he was always so irritable?

“An’ then… we lost ‘im. Walkin’ in ta our room, seein’ ya in the shower like dat…” He looked away quickly, and you finally spoke.

“It hurt you too,” you murmured.

“I realized then dat I’m an ass,” he continued. “Ya want kids. An’ a family. An’ I’m too damn selfish ta even try. I ain’t good ‘nuff fer ya, and I ain’t gonna keep actin’ like I am. So if ya wanna get off at Contraxia and forget I exist, I won’t blame ya.”

You gently cupped his cheek, relieved when he didn’t pull away.

“Yondu, look at me,” you requested. He shook his head softly. “Yondu Udonta, look at me. Please.”

His eyes met yours, swimming with a few new emotions. Fear, hurt, loneliness. It was as if he already knew you would disembark and never come back.

But you couldn’t. Despite everything, you couldn’t leave him behind if you tried. He had become your everything, and you could tell that he felt the same. His world revolved around you, and weren’t entirely sure what he would do if you ever left.

“I’m not going anywhere, Yondu. I’m yours. Now and forever. I know it’s been hard, but we can salvage this. Us. And if we never have a family, that’s okay. As long as I have you, that’s all that matters.”

His eyes filled with tears before he pulled you into a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck, all but clinging to him. And everything felt okay again. Just standing there, holding each other. You knew this was a new beginning for the two of you. And the two of you would find your new normal.

“Sorry I pulled away from ya like I did,” he mumbled into your neck, and you kissed his head.

“Neither of us knew what to do,” you soothed. “But we’ll get through this. Together.”

He nodded just as Kraglin returned to unlock the door.

A few months had went by. You and Yondu were finally getting back to some level of normal. And for the first time since that horrible night when everything came crashing down, he was smiling again. You had given up keeping it a secret, as well. The whole crew knew, but had been respectfully keeping their mouths shut.

It was late, and you and him were the only ones still up, just enjoying the quiet of the bridge. You were sitting in his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. And everything felt so right. So perfect.

“Hate ta admit it, but ye were right,” he murmured. “We got through it. An’ now look at us.” You smiled and kissed him softly.

“I knew we would,” you smiled. “I knew we’d be okay. We really should thank Kraglin, though, for locking us in that cell.”

“Yeah, the scrawny fuck did have th’ right idea. Even if ‘e pissed me off. Kept me from lettin’ the best thang to ever happen ta me slip away.” You giggled.

“There’s even better news, though.” He raised an eyebrow. “Yondu... I’m pregnant. And I know it’s scary, what with what happened last time, but-“

He kissed you deeply, and you quickly kissed him back. And this time, you knew that he wanted this. He wanted a family with you. He wanted to have children with you, and you would give him as many as your body could handle.

“We ain’t gotta tell a soul. Not till ya feel ready to. I’ll do anythang ta help, doll. Jus’ say th’ word an’-“

“Yondu. Relax. I’m roughly two months along. Another month and we’ll know that we’re in the clear.” He smiled, his eyes shining with the love you felt in your heart.

“Damn, I’m th’ luckiest fucker in da galaxy,” he pointed out, and you kissed his cheek.

“No, I am. Cause I’ve got you.”

[brooklynislandgirl]

All the BROTP questions for G and Beth,

Life Or Death || Accepting

1. Who slowly eases into the pool while complaining about the temperature of the water and who takes a full-force no regrets flying cannonball into the water

It’s been a rough day. What began as numbness turns into pins and needles and it threatens to overwhelm him because Garrett’s been pushing things, like he always does. The marine seems intent on wringing every last ounce of life while he still can. She admires him for that and aches because she can’t fix him, not the way she wants to. So as he eases himself into the water a thousand times colder than what she promised ~though it will still do wonders for his back~ she adds a little extra to it. And short, compact as she is, she takes a running jump, coiling her limbs together until she’s almost perfectly round. Splashing him with as much water and wave as she can create. And if there’s a little extra magick to the situation, well…no one can call her on it.

What she doesn’t expect is that Garrett doesn’t intend to let her have all the fun and she never saw his hand snake out toward her ankle as she was aiming for the surface.

2. Who can easily comfort the other when they’re sick and who sprays everything down with Lysol and wears an antimicrobial mask and pats the former with a broom to comfort them when they get sick?

The night Garrett was shot saving Santos still haunts her dreams. She can still feel his blood on her hands, she can still smell the combination of soap, sweat and cordite on his skin. She’s never felt so helpless in her entire life, unable to do anything more than try to stop the wounds with what to her is almost…primitive tools. Stitches and wound packing, forceps and eventually her own fingers because she couldn’t get a grip. And once he was home, the fear that infection would set in…it all just turned her stomach.

So she slips out of bed quietly, knowing Z isn’t sleeping but he doesn’t stop her either. It’s not often that she still tosses and turns when he’s there to hold back all the darkness. And though he wasn’t letting her come to New York by herself any more, he’s still careful about letting her go about what she wants.

And what she wants at this moment is to step out onto the fire escape. It’s two in the morning and she hesitates to call. Texts instead. “Hey, Pretty. U awake?”He almost immediately texts back. “You should be sleeping. Baby needs you to rest.”Back and forth they go. He tells her he’s fine. She points out if it was the truth, he’d be asleep and not texting her. He counters with a joke that he’ll sleep when he’s dead. She doesn’t answer for a long time. He’s the one that calls.“If it will make you feel better, we can have lunch or something later, during real people hours and you can check for yourself that I’m fine, Beth.” He doesn’t even bother with hello.“Okay.”“Now, are you going to go back to bed or am I going to have to risk life and limb coming over and putting you there? From the hall somehow. I know you brought your husband this time. Not how I really want to meet him but I will, if I have to.”

“Night, Pretty.”“Night, B.”

3. Who’s the amazing cook and who almost burns the house down trying to microwave a pop tart.

“Chinese?”“Italian.”“Ooh, we could do French?”“Have you eaten in France?”“No?”“Cuban?”

They’ve been at this for hours. Finally Santos, held hostage by their conversation, rolls his eyes and rummages around Garrett’s fridge. Ends up making black beans and rice and some kind of breakfast taco and resolves to talk to Garrett about who stocks his fridge. 

4. Who immediately goes for the can of Raid when they see a bug and who picks it up like “no wait don’t kill it I wanna keep it”

“It’s a spider, Beth. There’s a million of them and I don’t want it li-”“So help me, Pretty, you spray it an’ I’ma take dat can an’ spray you!”“You can try, but first you’d have to be able to reach it.” He holds the can above his head.“Don’ think I won’t kick you in the shin an’ bring you down.”

“We aren’t children Be-OW! WE DON’T BITE PEOPLE!”“Mebbe you don’t…”

5. Who likes to lean over railings to get a better view and who freaks out and tries to pull the former back away from the rail screaming about how they might fall?

His hot tub is on the balcony and there’s so many floors between the ground and the rail. He leans against it like he doesn’t have a care in the world and sometimes stares up at the sky. He misses flying as much as her brother does, in different ways. He lives for the piloting, Andy for the jumps. And Beth can’t understand them. The sky is a terrible thing. Wide open and without boundaries. Nothing to hold on to. And maybe some people were born with the memory of wings; she’s not one of them. Just the idea of it makes her queasy.

So she stands in the doorway, fingers gripped so tight they almost leave impressions in the metal.

“Dinner’s getting cold.”

6. Who acts like they’re brave and fearless but actually gets terrified 15 minutes into a horror movie and who is usually the huge scaredy cat but isn’t fazed at all by most horror movies

Garrett laughs at the plot and shakes his head. Beth creeps subconciously toward the screen as soon as the blood flows, and murmurs about how that would never work. He’s survived worse, and her life is nothing short of something that would be directed and written by Guillermo Del Toro. But they both have their breaking points. He isn’t a fan of the Langoliers, especially when the pilot loses control of the plane’s instrument panel, and she won’t even be in the apartment while the Exorcist is on.They don’t talk about their limits, and instead turn on some more lights and find something else to do.

7. Who constantly criticizes the latter’s wardrobe and who dresses even more outrageously to further annoy the former

“Don’t you think that your husband would want you to wear something with…a little more fabric?”“Who do you think bought it for me?”

Garrett’s hand trails up the bare skin of her back and looks into the mirror. They do look stunning next to each other. His eyes never stray to the more revealing parts of the dress.

“I suppose we should get going then. You know how they frown if you’re late to the silent auction.”“Well, I do have one more thing to try on…”

He’s seen string bikinis that were more modest than the peach coloured gown. “Yeah, no. I think the dark blue suits you.”“You’re no fun.”“On the contrary, I like breathing and if Zarek doesn’t raise an eyebrow, Andy certainly will.”

8. Who likes total darkness when they sleep and who needs a night light

Garrett knew she didn’t sleep much. He knew that she didn’t like the dark. It wasn’t until they’d gone to California; him for business, her to visit her friend, that he realised just how bad it was. Laying in the dark, letting it wash over him, he was almost asleep when he heard it. A shuddering gasp of sound that reminded him of oxygen deprivation, followed by the hard breath panted though an open mouth. Little sharp vocalisations that were like half-quiet yips from a small dog. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a tee-shirt to pull on, and he padded toward the living room of the suit, where she’d made camp on the couch. The heel of his palm pressed into his eyes as he rubbed sleep from them. A fumbling for the lights.She was curled up on her side but something was wrong. Her entire body was rigid. The breaths shallow and too fast, her eyes glossy and fixed to some point in space, unseeing. She didn’t so much as blink. And God, that’s unnerving.“Hey, hey. Shhh.” He edged a hip onto the couch and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, to little avail. The minutes dragged on into what seemed like eternity. He rubs small circles on her back, murmurs small nothings to try and gentle the paralysis as best he can. But it’s terrifying to witness, he can only imagine what it is to experience it. Eventually she comes to herself and he gets up to grab her water. He wonders if it will be like that when and if his own back gives but doesn’t ask her, can’t. Not with how worn and terrified she looks afterwards.When he manages to go back to bed at her insistence, he leaves the light on.

9. Who loves kids and who scowls at the mere sight of them

It’s not exactly a scowl as it is contemplation on the deepest levels. He first really noticed it when she was treating Santos. The the way she smiled at random babies on the street. Or how she held them in the N-ICU. Her jog around Central Park often took her by story-land and the playgrounds. But she didn’t have any of her own. And she changed the subject abruptly when he’d asked about that.The story came later, during a quiet group session. He and Riley tended to linger after the other veterans returned to the bits of their lives they were holding together. Usually a drink was shared, maybe two, and they’d talk more personally, as friends are wont to do.

“Your sister’s really good with kids.”“She is.”“I’m surprised she doesn’t have any of her own. The nursing job must consume a lot of her-”“It’s not the job,” Riley says softly. Darkly. “Doctors have known since she was real small that there was only a one in a million chance, and she’s just this side of sterile. Really wrecked her, you know?”

It made sense. Not that Garrett himself had children, nor did he plan on it, not now or any time soon.

And the next time Beth saw him, it was her turn to watch. The way he was with Santos, some day, he was going to make an excellent dad.

10. Who plays games competitively and sucks at them and who plays games casually and is actually really heckin good

As quiet as she is, as timid as she acts ~afraid to upset the natural order of the universe~ Beth is weirdly competitive, even if she doesn’t know or understand all the rules as you tell them to her. She gets this little gleam in her eye and dives right into whatever the game is. The opposite of Garret, who himself is calm and calculating. She kills at Trivia and the obscure bits of knowledge she possesses is borderline supernatural. She’s great at cards, though he suspects she counts them. He just can’t prove it. Pool is another thing, with her eye for angles and the geometry on the table.

Strategy though… that she has problems with. She thinks too quickly, lets it all show on her face. He’s captured half the board in the time it takes for her to build one army.

So it comes as a surprise when she kneels across his lap, her knees digging into his hips and she fists a hand in the back of his hair pulling his chin up and back, snarling an alien expression. “You’ve threatened my alliance with Greece for the last time, G.”

”I think you’re the one threatening, Piccola.”Garrett has never been so glad to see the shape of her husband in the shadows of their bedroom loft.11. Who can handle spicy foods perfectly and who chugs an entire gallon of milk after accidentally eating one jalapeño

They’ve tried each other’s favourite cuisine and found a liking similar to one another’s. Even ghost-chile is eaten without qualms. But when her brother brings out the little bottle, Beth shakes her head and throws in the towel.“Sure, I’ll take some.”“Don’t do it, G.”“Why? How bad could it be?”She practically scrambles over her chair to get away from it. “It’s a recipe he picked up in Kabul.”It was Kandahar but he doesn’t correct her. According to his records, he was never there. “Don’t be a punk. It’s perfectly fine.”

[sayonaralullaby-a]

Okay, here’s a list of my reactions to the Woods because I love it so much and I Gotta™, plus an Anon was wondering about my thoughts on it, so it’s there at the end. Warning for spoilers, of course. 

MY REACTIONS TO THE WOODS:

Someone be hurt ( killed? ) already in the film, what a great start

Though can I just say that the very first severals shots of the sceneries were absolutely stunning?? W o w

AND THAT INTRO MUSIC, FUCK YEAH, I’M LOVING IT

AND MY THREE BOIS LOOKING NICE AF, ESPECIALLY JAMES

Dammit Cib, smh, ya gonna kill everyone with your smoking shenanigans 

Cib’s soft “sorry” though after Steven told him not to smoke in his dad’s car, awe

The shots in the grocery stories and the boys entering and going across???? My Aesthetic™

Cib’s????? laugh??????? What was that??????? lmfao

Who dat cashier man??????????

James’ enthusiasm for marshmallows and throwing the bag of it at Steven is honestly Me As Fuck. Plus I can honestly imagine I’d be like that to Casey if we ever go shopping together. Just fucking throw food at him that I want to buy.

wAit wasn’t that janitor the guy from the beginning of the film???????

Also rip bottles

DEVIN MY BOI, AND DAMN, WHAT AN AESTHETIC LOOK™

To be honest, this whole film is an Aesthetic™

Mhm, poor Devin

As I hope Mimi and Elliott’s relationship would be fixed soon,,,,,, I’m so gay for Mimi,,, by e,,,,

Man, the cabin looks really coolio, lemme comment on that

Steven standing and looking out at the porch?? Good stuff

W E L P THAT’S GROSS

BUT ANYWAY,,,, THE COLOURING OF THE NEXT SCENE IS SO NICE???????

GET SLAMMED DEVIN

Cib giving a surprise peak kiss to Mimi and being a dumb dork asdfasdfasdf

Where ya going, James?

,,, OOF,,,, STEVEN BBY 

I don’t care how cheesy scenarios like that is, but I absolutely fucking love when there would be a scene when Character A would be distant with everyone else who were having fun and such, and Character B notices A wasn’t around and decided to hang out with them before they just have this moment together that is a mixture of silliness and seriousness, but even if the characters laughs and pokes on each other, there is still something behind that particular part that just makes your chest get that feeling of butterflies fluttering regardless.

“Love you, man.” Awe

Cops…. Uh oh.

Oh God, I hate when a music that’s like funky switches over with a scary and mystery vibe to it, I don’t trust it

I also don’t trust when there are shots taken behind the cop’s back when he approaches by the cabin’s door, n o p e

“Steve Steven” Was that meant to be a dad joke @ Officer

And we’re back to the funky music with nothing too bad happening during that scene, good ( I mean, shits gotta strike soon, so… )

AND DEAR POOR CAE WAS WRONG

BIT C H WHAT THEFUCK THIS SOON ALREADY???

Smh teenagers

O sh I t what the fuck was that and Steven be spooked 

Steven pouring alcohol on Cib’s head??? That would be Casey at me, tbh

“Steven waterboarded me” asdfasdfasdfasdf

Someone should really need to help Mimi and Eliot with their mess of a relationship, oof

Aa a a a. Aa. Aa a a a a a a aaaaaaa I’m so shook the cop be d e a d

OH MY GOD IT’S THE D E M O N

ELLIOTTTT N O

THE SHOT WITH MIMI AND STEVEN TOGETHER ASDFDASDGAGS 

CHRIST, EVERYONE’S EXPRESSIONS DURING THAT SCENE WERE DONE AT SUCH PERFECT POINT THAT CAN MY HEART AC H E

OH NO,,,,, DEVIN,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

OH MY GOD CIB FUCK NO NOT YOU TOO

IMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

YES DEVIN SHOOT THE BITCH

AWE CHRI S T DE VI NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

NECK TRAUMAS ARE ALWAYS THE WORSE FUCKING THING TO GO THROUGH AND I HATE NECK TRAUMAS SO DAMN MUCH ASDFSASDFDAASD FUC KKKKK CIB NO MY BOI

MIMI’S ACTING IN THIS PART THOUGH I WANT TO CR YYYYY ASDFASDFASDF

ALSO WHEN JAMES LOOKED AT HIS HANDS AND SEE THERE WERE BLOOD ( CIB’S BLOOD ) BEFORE HE YELLED, “FUCK NO” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

STEVEN’S EXPRESSION, I WANNA HUG HIM,,,,,,

I WANNA HUG THE THREE OF THEM SO MUCH, NOOOOO………..

James’ small speech about Cib with what he thought on the stars, fUC k me U P

Mimi asking if they’re going out asdfgsgagshd m e

Go d I’m so scared, I’m clinging on to my Eevee plushie so hard pffffffttttttttttttt

When Steven turned on the car engine and the music blasted out, that’s honestly Iconic

W H O M S T

HEY, IT’S THE CASHIER MAN WITH THE JANITOR

Steven’s expression when Mimi asked him if he knew the cashier man omggg I love him so much

Holy shit

HOLY SHIT

J A M E S  F U C K I N  D E A N G E L I S

OH MY GOD, WHAT A FUCKING BADASS, JAMES I LOV YOU SO MUCH

THE MUSIC ASDFASDFASDF HELLLLL YEAHHHHHHH HHH H 

MY OVERALL THOUGHTS ON THE WOODS:

It’s indeed a good short film, I’ll tell ya that! Though because the film was done in 23 minutes, I assume due to time constraints with the budgets and such, I won’t touch too much upon the main and sub plots and characters, as making connections with the characters or not. I personally feel like with the Woods being filmed for only 23 minutes, one shouldn’t be too harsh on how the plotline wouldn’t make a lot of sense as it was needed to be fleshed out more or how the characters are bland, something along the line.

The acting was wonderful, though kudos to Mimi and James for making the certain scenes more emotional than it should’ve asdasdfasf ( which isn’t much of a surprise because James’ known to do acting, though I’m not too familiar with Mimi so I don’t know about her, but despite the shoutouts, everyone did awesome regardless ).

Makeups are mmmm 👌👌👌 — also that demon though, omg, I’m just grateful its’ appearance design didn’t give me any nightmares when I went back to sleep after watching the film, but I really like the design to it.

They did a pretty good job on making the scenes not being too short or long.

Good music choices. Definitely fits along with where the scenes goes.

I don’t really hold a lot of expectations from plotlines of the films ( an hour/two hour or less ) that holds horror elements to it since it’s pretty predictable what would happen ( also the Woods sort of gives me that Until Dawn vibe, oooo ), BUT when Steven, James and Mimi were escaping from the woods, it still got me tensed anyway as bOI where the Hell was that fucking demon and I don’t want Steven, James and/or Mimi to die as well, y’know???? Also the ending????????? I seriously didn’t expect that. At all.

Do I even need to comment on the visuals/choreography? God, does it deserve an award for having an amazing choreography.

I’ll most likely add more into this post as I probably forget a bunch, but final thoughts??? I’m extremely proud of the Pine Crew. Really, I personally don’t care that much of how good the film was done as in the plotlines, characters, pacing, etc, and all of that professional stuff. I just love how they’re experiencing something different and new than what they usually do in their channel, and the fact they filmed all of this with such passion and love into it for three days only and it’s their first film is phenomenal. I extremely hope they’ll be able to do a next film, maybe even for Christmas, but!!! Despite the cliche plots and bland characters, the Woods is a good film that was created with a lovely amount of enthusiasm and effort into it nevertheless, and I love it so much. It definitely made this year’s October more meaningful to me.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Indie

Rio: Are you sitting comfortably? Rio: Because I have POTENTIAL GOOD NEWS FOR ONCE Indie: im cotched baby ✌✌ come thru Indie: whats good? Rio: I found a place Rio: well, Buster did but 'low letting him get all the credit Rio: The lady just rang and said I can go see it at 4 Indie: IS IT??? omf dats so sick Indie: who did mckenna have to mesh like? Indie: bring me w i can leave school rn Rio: Yeah, I know right Rio: Jammy sod but we're well in with a chance as long as it's not like, nothing like the pics Rio: it's a bit outta the 24 but still only a bus ride in so Rio: [Sends said pics] What you think girl?! Indie: hes gon be flexin for days b ready for that 😂😏😂 Indie: bitch we movin up Indie: that place is bare hectic Indie: like a real madness Indie: 😍😍😍😍💖💖👑👑 Rio: 😏 Nothing out the ordinary then Rio: Yeah? I really like it too Rio: I'll swing by, say you've got dentist, whatever Rio: One of the rooms got an en-suite and everything like, no queues for the bathroom what Indie: this got me some type of way Indie: im hyped Indie: they gon let me keep 🐶 w us tho?? Rio: It didn't say nah so we're keeping it quiet but not not bringing him obvs Rio: keep up his training it ain't gonna be an issue, like Indie: BITCH WHAT IS THIS FEELIN Indie: tryna recognise it Indie: buzzin Rio: 🙌🙌🙌 Rio: I got a good feeling about it, it's near St Stephen's green like so Bomber can have walks and not have to worry about glass and shit everywhere Indie: bout to happy cry all up in this lesso Indie: n Indie: i can take my younger w too Rio: I love you babe Rio: it's gon' be so much better and Drew ain't got no claims or no key this time Rio: exactly, Ro be way more hyped letting her in these ends Indie: how this real?? it feels jokes Indie: heads are 👀ing me & i aint care Indie: ya girl havin some emotions step off it Rio: That's what I kept saying man Rio: like such an idiot like what, is this real life, nah, not me 😂 Rio: serious, they ain't know we living the good life, gotta go Indie: ITS HOW YOUR MANS BE LIVIN 💸💸💸 Indie: imma lips him Indie: soz bout it Rio: 😂 I'll let you live, you highkey in your emotions Rio: 'bout him though Rio: you're okay if he wanna live there too, when he comes for Uni? Rio: He doesn't have to, not like they don't have a house, not that far away, like Indie: babe you kno i aint tryna borrow your garms big love but like daddy delivers in all them ways and aint none of us vexiin Indie: he gotta respect my 🐶 mans but if they bros then yeah Rio: Yeah? Rio: Good Rio: we can do it on our own regardless but it'll be easier if he twos it Rio: and obvs, I want him there, ew 😜 Indie: imagine if you be like nah mckenna pay dem bills & dont be comin round 😂😂😂 Indie: its chill fr he aint no wasteman i be tryna avoid Indie: he havin his daddy moment Rio: Ain't tryna be that kinda daddy like soz taking away all dem perks Rio: Rude 😂 Rio: He loves you too, babe Indie: ri we all been knew what kinda wifey you gon b 😂😏😏😂 Indie: he comes for my gaming shit he getting merked tho keep that discipline fo yoself in your bed Rio: Hush child 🤐😏 Rio: Double hush, I don't even know if he 'bout that life so you safe Rio: though challenge him at ur own risk I ain't being part of that 🙄 Indie: thats how it gon b i 👀 Indie: i got a serious q but i aint tryna bring the mood ⬇ Rio: Seen not heard, with you? Doubt that 😉 Rio: go for it Indie: drew cant stop me innit Indie: like for real Rio: I don't see how, like Rio: who's he going to to 'fight' for you Rio: where's his case for us not looking after you/him ever doing it Indie: ✌✌✌✌✌ Indie: he probs not even gon show but Indie: he always coming to take me from home wen i was lil u kno Rio: I know baby Rio: but he never could keep you Rio: and lbr you gonna be actual grown soon, he really ain't got a leg to stand on, I promise, even if he comes through chattin' Indie: i love you Indie: more than Rio: I love you too, it's gonna be so legit, promise Rio: all the shit we liked from our old, but better too Indie: true man we did the most but that yard was clapped Indie: it was a time & imma miss it but this b a better one Indie: a fucking extra hype era or some shit Rio: 👑 Rio: that's the vibe Rio: can bring the 24 realness with without the bullshit, yeah Indie: innit tho Indie: lowkey repin for all my years but Indie: bitch im 🔥🔥⬆⬆ Rio: We should celebrate 'fore we go Rio: also you need diff garms 'cos not showing up with you in uniform like I'm your single muvva Rio: giving the game away shh Indie: lets break into our former & give it the send off it shoulda had Indie: ruuuude Indie: you is my ma deal w that Indie: still sexy w it so Rio: nah shadier to let him keep it Rio: welcome for the glo up boy Rio: 💋 i'll take it Indie: 😂😂😂😂 Indie: im only vexed cos he aint had my baby sis there but you kno he bringin them other young girls back how he do Indie: waste Rio: 😬 Rio: too real Rio: too gross Rio: does anyone know if he's tried to talk to ro or they have orrrr Rio: like what's going on fr Indie: she blockin hardcore Indie: she dont want him near but from what i 👀 & 👂 he aint tryna reach anyway Rio: 😒 Rio: even if he did just to say i know u don't want me here but if u do Rio: bare minimum Rio: whatever Rio: their drama, not ours Rio: we gettin' good Indie: fr if he aint tryna see her i is Indie: she got real fam Indie: & me too Indie: we all good Rio: mhmm Rio: him doing his part on him Rio: we all doing ours Rio: she's cute then, yeah? Indie: o you aint seen Indie: my bad Indie: u wanna? Rio: nah not yet, like it weren't explicitly stated but Rio: we know she don't want me near either Indie: i got you Indie: ill bring her to you mama Indie: my girls can meet Rio: Are you sure? Rio: idk if she letting her out of her sight like that yet Indie: its chill man Indie: if step ma be startin i got the other to back me Rio: We'll sort that Saturday yeah Rio: can't be giving her the cribs exclusive or the estate agent will be coming at me with catchment areas fr Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: boo how we celebratin Indie: mckenna aint here thats dry Indie: boy earned his place Rio: I know 😕 Rio: we go out and do it again when he is Rio: we keep it lowkey for now, get some food 'forehand 'cos know you ravenous Rio: then if we fucking with it we can get something extra that we gon' need Indie: truuuuuuu Indie: yeah girl this is beast Indie: im so about it Rio: It's a new block so if we get it we can be in there like, straight away Rio: no one has to move out, it ain't trashed Rio: 😍 Indie: safe Indie: can i roll out the school gates now cos ☁ 9 mood Indie: floating like Rio: I'm omw to pick you but lemme call 'em and you can roll out and meet me somewhere else 'cos I'm still like 15mins away Indie: 😍😍😍😍 Indie: I'll be boardin & 🚬 catch me wen Rio: 👍 Indie: here i be thinkin my day was bare decent cos a lad chirpsin me in the science lab Indie: naaaaaah bitch Rio: Ooh Rio: 'bout it tho Rio: made School worth attending Indie: innit he just rolled up Indie: new boy vibes Rio: 😍 Rio: literally never happened when i was here so rude Rio: known everyone from day 1, blessin' n curse Rio: gimme deets as they come in tho Indie: ikr but its bare long in the year to be criss and showin face 1st time Indie: suspect Rio: wys Rio: he a 30 spy pretending to be a kid orr Indie: idk Indie: but if he a fed he looking fresh on it Rio: 😂 Rio: Mystery, love that Rio: only one way to find out Indie: but like Indie: can i? Rio: Why not? Indie: u kno Rio: Yeah Rio: Take everything at your pace, however that be Rio: this is just chatting we talking about, you good Indie: yeah i can trust innit Indie: bills is right not all lads be like Rio: yeah, if he get it twisted off a convo then he the thirsty cringe one Rio: give it a shot Indie: he so lush lookin tho 😍😍😍 i been knew i said this afore but actual Indie: 👼🏿 Rio: so 'bout that Rio: defs why you wanted to bounce tho Rio: not want me 👀 like the nosy ma I is 😉 Indie: nah dont want him spying you cos you 🔥😍👑 Rio: 😏 gas up your old woman Rio: never gon' say no Indie: you kno its the mood of the century Indie: mckenna beggin for you still Rio: Hope so Rio: need that rent boy Indie: can always shot the 💍 baby Indie: 💎💎💸💸💸💸 Rio: 😭 Rio: Baby no Indie: jam babe i got jokes Indie: we playin Rio: I can't Rio: if he bounce I gonna just wear it forever Rio: awkward for him, soz Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: he too cuffed to run now Rio: Thanks Ann Summer Indie: i aint never been there Indie: soz bout it Indie: sure she a real one Rio: it's a bit retro these days but you know Rio: not missing much babe Indie: 👌👌 Indie: all lube & lace yeah? Rio: 😂 in a word Indie: no catch me rollin up then i aint need none Rio: okay babe Rio: lemme know if you need anything though, I got you Indie: you wild Indie: what you think i need ma? Rio: well idk Rio: not gonna give you ideas you ain't have but s'a whole world beyond ann and her rabbit Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: you always tryna get me riding batteries Rio: i am not 😂 make me sound like such a wrongen Rio: tryna make sure u know what u want Indie: we been knew i dont Indie: going for those wronguns myself Rio: gotta explore babygirl Indie: 😒🤔 Rio: Not now, like Rio: we busy bitches Indie: catch me on the street bein indecent hold up Rio: 😏 behave Rio: got mark on your name as is Indie: what you sayin bout Rio: that police always after you without that madness Indie: keepin things fresh for the jakes and the rollers least Indie: they welcome Rio: miss me with that underage bait gurl 😏 Indie: 👌👌👌👌 Indie: 👵 Rio: 😡 cheeky bitch Indie: 💋 Indie: big love baby Rio: I see u Rio: get in 'fore I give you a love tap, like Indie: keep it peaceful Indie: ✌✌ Rio: 💋

[strawnarrries]

Back To You

Summary: After years of being broken up, you and Niall are both seniors in college and want to see if you can work things out again. 

Requested: yesss

POV: 2nd

Warning(s): very smutty!

Niall has always been the cocky, dominant type of guy. All throughout high school, he would always be very protective and very dominant over you. He never liked when you talked to boys, or texted any of your guy friends. If there was any boy that talked to you or even looked in your direction for more than a second, he’d scoot closer to you or put an arm on the back of your chair, letting everyone know you where his. He was always in control of you; he always had to confirm your outfits and where you’re going. But you loved him and didn’t know any better. Throughout your entire relationship, people always told you how he didn't deserve you and how you needed a man who treats you like a princess. They said you needed someone who doesn’t treat you like their pet but you were so smitten with him, you thought he treated you well, so you always shook it off and put it aside. Then college came and it got worse. You met a lot of new people and Niall was overly protective and that’s when you started to realize, everyone was right. 

It hurt. He wouldn’t allow to you do the things you wanted to do or go to parties you wanted to go to. He held you back from a lot of the college fun that you could’ve had and you were sick of it. You dated for about 4 years before you had to draw the line. It hurt so bad but you knew you deserved better than what you were getting.

*** Flashback ***

"'m just not happy anymore, Niall." 

Tears fell from both of your eyes as you sat next to each other on his dorm bed. 

"I can change." he begged, trying to take hold of your hands that sat in your lap before you groaned, standing up from the bed and taking a couple of steps before turning around to look at him. 

"Niall, I talk to ya 'bout this all the time an' ya say dat every time an' nothing changes." 

“(Y/N), please. ‘m only like this ‘cause I love ya and I don’t want anyone gettin’ all up on me girl.” he explained, following your steps and standing up to come face to face with you. 

“It feels like ya don’t trust me.” you sniffed.

A new batch of tears formed in his eyes as he nervously ran his fingers through his now messy hair, “(Y/N), ‘course I trust ya. I just don’t trust other people.” 

“Oh my god, Niall, ya sound like my mother. ’m almost 19 years old. I can take care of myself.” 

“Well I kno-“ he began before you cut him off. 

"No, you’re with me 24/7. I wanna be able t' go out an' get drinks with the girls an' go t' parties with them but ya won’t let me go anywhere without you." you announced, beginning to get angry and ranting. 

"C'mon, (Y/N), we've talked about dis." he sighed.

"We've talked about all of it and nothin' changed, 'm just sick of it."

"We’ve been t’ those parties and there are drunk guys everywhere grindin’ up on every girl in da house, I don’t want that happenin' t’ ya." he defended.

"Ok, put yourself in my position. How would ya feel if your girlfriend wouldn’t let you go anywhere without her, always had to approve what you wore, and never let you have any fun?” you asked. 

“I let ya have fun!” 

“Ok who cares! How would ya feel? I’d suck wouldn’t it?”

"I wouldn't mind! It would show me that she loves me an' only wants me." 

"Okay, but I don’t see it like that and neither does anybody else! It bothers me. I don't wanna be wit' someone who controls me like they’re my parent. And jus' everythin'.. it's - it's too much and it hurts 'cause I love ya so fucking much you have no idea, but it's -"

"Then why are ya leavin' me?" he cut you off, his voice shaky. 

"Because Niall! I'm jus' - 'm tired of havin' to deal with all the shit 'm getting. I need a break." you answered, rubbing your tear stained face.

There was an awkward couple seconds of silence before you spoke up, just ready to end the conversation and leave, "I just can't do it anymore." you lowered your voice, "'s too much. I need t' focus on school and my family and myself."

"(Y/N), please. Please don't do dis." he begged.  

"Niall, 'm sorry."

And that was the end of your story. Or so you thought.

*** End of Flashback ***

Niall had been trying to get you to go on a date with him for quite some time now, but you never budged. He claimed to have changed but you didn't want to get hurt again. You were on your way to the car after lunch with a bunch of friends when you heard Niall's voice call your name from behind you.

"Hey, what'rya doin' dis weekend?" he asked. 

You stopped in your tracks and let out a soft breath, "Oh my god," you muttered to yourself, trying to figure out a way to say your next sentence in the nicest way possible, "Niall, please stop askin', answer's always gonna be no."

“Ah, (Y/N), c'mon. We’ll have a good time!” he stated. 

"Why'dya wanna go out with me so much?" 

"'cause I like ya. Yer fun." he started. 

You didn't say anything because you felt like there was a deeper reason as to why he wanted to go out with just you two. He sighed and shook his head, looking down at his feet, "I’ve tried to move on, I really have. It fuckin’ sucks because every time I go on a date or whatever all I think about is you.” 

Ah, so he likes you again. Great.

"It's been like 4 years." you were puzzled; you didn't know why he was still hooked on you. 

“I know, I know, but we’re good friends again and I just wanna see where we can go.” 

"Niall, we're at a good place right now. Why do ya wanna ruin that." you asked.

He hesitated to say the next words, but eventually murmured, "'cause 'm still in love wit' ya." 

You didn't know what to say. The next few silent seconds that passed felt like seven years. You licked your dry lips, picked at your nail polish, cracked your knuckles, everything trying to settle your nerves.

"I dunno, I guess ever since we started gettin' close again, I started t' fall fer ya again." he admitted, licking his lips.

"Oh," you answered, biting back your lip as you felt a small smirk creep onto your lips. 

You had moved on a while ago but the thought of him still chasing after you after four years had you feeling giddy. No guy has ever nor will ever make you feel like Niall makes you feel. Even though you don't have feelings for him anymore, he still had that effect on you.

“I’ve changed, I really have. After everythin’ that happened between us, it made me realize how awfully I treated ya and how I wanna be better fer ya.” 

“I dunno,” you hummed, biting your lip nervously. 

"(Y/N), jus' one date." he begged, "Please." You couldn't help the huge smile that began to erupt on your face before you finally caved in, "Okay, fine! One date." 

"Yes!" he cheered audibly, pumping his fists in the air. 

You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully, looking down and picking at your nail polish nervously. Immediately, you regretted giving in. You didn't know how to feel. Are you excited? Are you scared? You loved him. You still love him. That love for him will never go away, it was just a different kind of love now. But you didn't want to end up getting hurt again and you were afraid that might happen.

"Wednesday?" he asked with a bright smile. 

"Sure." you answered with a soft smile on your pink lips. 

"6 o'clock sound good?"

"You've got dis all planned out, dontcha?" you teased. 

"Yeah," he nodded, an adorable smile on his lips. 

"Yes, 6 is good." you answered.

"I'll pick ya up." 

"Okay." you smiled. 

He practically danced to his car. He was pretty damn cute. You shook your head playfully as you walked to your car. You couldn't lie. You were a bit nervous about this whole situation. What if you fall for him and then hurt again? But then again, what if it does work out and he really did change? You were torn. Your thoughts slowed down when you told yourself, "It's one date. It doesn't mean you're getting married."

***

The night had come. You got all dolled up, curled your long hair, done a full face of makeup, had on a black mini dress and planned to wear matching heels. You had put on some jewelry and felt beautiful. You were beautiful. You had put on a baby pink lingerie under your dress, not that you were expecting something to happen or anything. The butterflies started to erupt in your stomach when you got a text from Niall saying he was ten minutes away. After taking one last look at yourself in the mirror, you walked downstairs and began gathering your things in your grey purse. 

Right as you tossed your phone in your bag, you heard the doorbell ring. A small smile erupting on your face, you giddily walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it to reveal Niall's beautiful, smiley face. His hair was perfectly done, a white, button-up shirt fitting perfectly on his chest, the first couple buttons unbuttoned to show off his fluffy chest hair, black khakis and dress shoes adorning his lower body. He was showing off his pearly whites to you as he grinned, "Hey." 

"Hi, come in." you grinned. 

He walked in and you closed the door behind him. 

"'m almost done, then we can go," you giggled softly. 

As you walked into the mudroom, you overheard your housemates, Molly and Bridget, greet Niall before they all had a small conversation. As you slipped on your heels, all you could think about was him and if you all were actually going to work out again. You were nervous. It was weird. It was just Niall, right? The boy you've known for about 6 years and dated for 4? You don't know; it felt like the first time again. You liked it though. It was like a new start for you all. 

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you walked into the living room again. You said your goodbyes to the girls before exiting the house. Niall leads you to his black range rover and opened the passenger door for you. Your heart swelled as your lips curled into a smile. You thanked him as you got in the car. He smiled back and shut the door behind you before hopping into the driver's seat. After backing out of your driveway, you all were finally on the road. You were both silent; the only noise filling the car was the soft sound of the radio playing. "Ya gonna tell me where we're goin' now?" you grinned at him.

"Nope." he replied, popping the p, "But I know yer gonna like it." 

"Ya act like you've known me fer years," you teased. 

"Hmm, maybe I have." 

You carried on with small talk, catching up on everything that's happened to each other over the past couple of years. The drive wasn't very far from your place, only about 15 minutes. As you got closer and closer to your destination, you recognized exactly where you were; a place you all used to come all of the time. He pulled into your favorite restaurant, parking the car in the closest spot he could find. Niall and you had only come here a couple of times when you were younger. It was your favorite restaurant in the entire world, but it was so expensive. As young, dumb, broke high-school kids (hehe), you couldn't afford to come here all of the time so it was a very special occasion if you ever went. A smile grew on your face, "You remembered." 

"'course I did." he smiled at you.

As you both got out of the car, you headed inside and walked up to the counter.

"Hi, how many?" The nice lady asked. 

"Hi, we have reservations fer two." Niall replied. 

"Okay, under what name?" 

"Niall." 

Typing on her keypad, she hummed, "Okay, I gotcha checked in. We'll let ya know when yer table's ready." 

"Thank ya." Niall smiled before you both sat at the waiting booth.

Not even 10 minutes later, his name was called and you were headed towards your table. As you sat down at a booth across from each other, the lady placed menus in front of you, smiling, "Yer waiter will be with you shortly." you hummed a 'thank you' to her before she walked off. 

The rest of the night went smoothly, dinner was delicious, you and Niall caught up with each other, everything was perfect. He even paid for your expensive meal. At the end of the night, you both left the restaurant with full tummies. You both got into his car and buckled up, preparing to go home.

"Wanna go back t' me place. None o' da boys should be home." he asked. You giggled girlishly, "Sure." 

"Wha's dat giggle fer?" he teased. 

"Nothin'," you grinned at him.

He chuckled slightly and started his car before beginning the journey back to his house that was hopefully housemate free at the time. Once you got to his shared house, he parked the car in the driveway and you both got out, walking up to the front door. Unlocking the door with his house key, he opened it and allowed you to walk in first. 

The smell of a clean house filled your nostrils as you admired the new sight. The stairs at the right were perfectly vacuumed, the living room straight head was beautifully designed and decorated, the house was gorgeous. Niall and his roommates had been saving up for a house like this for years. It was the perfect size for 3 boys and were gorgeous on the inside. 

"Ooh, this's nice." you smiled as you carefully set down your purse on the hardwood floor.

"Oh, dat's right, ya haven't seen it yet," he realized. 

He had just moved into a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom house with a couple of his friends recently. You and Niall only talked when you all were out with your friends or in class but you weren't best friends, so of course you haven't seen the house yet.

"'s super pretty." 

"Thanks," he giggled, slipping off his dress shoes and tossing them by the stairs for him to pick up later, "Work my ass off cleanin' it all da time. Noah's the messiest person I've ever met. Ya should see his room, 's awful."

Niall had severe OCD and didn't handle messes too well. That was the one big thing you all used to argue about all the time because you're not the cleanest, most organized person in the world and that always used to bother Niall. 

You giggled softly. Reaching down, you began to unbuckle your own shoes, before he stopped you, "Come t' da couch. I'll help ya." 

He guided you to the grey couch in the middle of the living room, allowing you to sit down comfortably before he squatted down in front of you. He grabbed onto your foot and placed it on his knee, unbuckling the buckle on your heel and slipping them off your foot and placing it on the ground next to him. A red mark where the buckle was, appeared on your skin.

"Ooh, does dat hurt?" he muttered, running his fingers over it before beginning on the other shoe.

"Kinda, they're really tight. They're Molly's and her feet are fuckin' tiny." you explained, "Feels good t' be off me feet though." 

He smiled softly, grabbing both shoes and set them by the door with my purse. He walked back over to me and took a seat next to me on the couch. He grabbed the tv remote and you both decided on what show to put on. Once decided, you snuggled into him. Curling into a ball, you placed your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you both watched your show. 

Tonight had been so wonderful. It felt just like old times. It felt great. It definitely wasn't as awkward as you expected it to be. Niall made you feel so comfortable and not like you've been broken up for years. You were happy. 

Not even halfway through the show, you felt Niall getting fidgety before soft kisses were placed on the top of your head before they began to trail down your face and across your jaw. You allowed it to happen, tilting your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. With a boost of confidence, he added pressure to his kisses and let his hand began to wander up to your thigh.

"Are you tryin' t' have sex with me?" you chuckled softly. 

"Wouldja be upset if I was?" he cocked his eyebrow at you, a smirk placed on his pretty lips.

"Nope," you grinned, straddling his lap. 

Your lips connected like magnets, moving in sync with each other. Your kisses started out sweet and slow, gradually speeding up and becoming more passionate. You felt your hips begin to mindlessly grind against his, him groaning against your lips, "God, I fuckin' missed this." 

His hands slipped under your dress, roaming your back. The warmth from his palms sent shivers up your spine. With your lips moving against his, his tongue explored your mouth, exalting his dominance. You let your fingers thread through his soft, chocolate brown locks, massaging his scalp with your painted fingernails. His fingers gripped the hem of your dress, tugging it up your body. You raised your arms and let him slip your dress up and over your head. He tossed it to the side and his hands immediately cupped both of your breasts over the soft fabric of your baby pink bralette. 

"Mm, wha's dis?" he licked his lips, eyeing the pink piece you had on, "Were ya hopin' some'tin would happen?" 

"No," you lied, giggling.

"Liar," he growled playfully.

His beautiful face disappeared in your neck and his lips attached to the sensitive skin. His hands trailed around to your back and down to your bum. His hands were flat against your bum, squeezing it as his mouth worked against your neck. He was nipping and sucking and you could feel the blood rising. 

"Mm mm, not there. Don't wanna haveta cover some'in up." 

"Sorry," he mumbled.

He let his kisses trail lower, stopping at the swell of your left breast that was peeking out from your bralette. Repeating his actions from seconds earlier, he nipped and sucked deeply, making sure to leave a mark for later. 

"As much as I love dis on ya, I want it gone," he hummed, slipping his fingers past the strap of your top, pulling it and letting it slap back down on your shoulder.

You smiled and began to take off your bralette, pulling it over your head, letting your breasts fall into place. He watched your every move, blue eyes covered in lust and his mouth watering as he admired you. You tossed your bra onto the ground, giggling as you saw his googly eyes over you. He licked his lips once more, a smile erupting on his lips as he shook his head and looked up at you. 

"Almos' forgot how pretty ya are." he grinned. 

You rolled your eyes teasingly while you felt his lips attach to your neck again. He moved his lips lower, taking your nipple past his pink lips. A moan of satisfaction fell from your lips, your head falling back. He looked up at you through his lashes, watching you react to his tongue swirling around your sensitive bud. Your fingers continued to massage his scalp as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention. 

Coming off of your nipple with a soft pop, he looked up at you and your eyes locked. A smile spread on both of your lips before they connected, moving in sync. He mumbled against them, "Le's go upstairs," 

"Okay," you smiled, climbing off of him. 

He stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs to his bedroom. Once you got to his room, he let you walk in first before closing the door behind him. Instantly, your lips connected and his hands cupped your cheeks. Your fingers found their way to his white dress shirt, fumbling blindly with the buttons. He pulled away from your lips and replaced your fingers with his, quickly unbuttoning all the buttons on his shirt. You watched his every move with adoration, waiting patiently for him to take off his shirt. He finished the last button before pulling the shirt off his toned chest, dropping it to the floor at your feet.

You hummed softly, a smile on your lips as you leaned in and attached your lips to him, leaving sweet kisses to his skin. He cupped your head again, urging you to look up at him. He pressed his lips to yours, tongue exploring your mouth. You pulled him closer to you, canceling out any space that was between you. His hands trailed down to your bum, squeezing it tightly. You ground your hips against him, feeling his bulge against your now soaked panties. A soft whimper fell from your lips as you let your head fall back slightly. His lips grazed your earlobe, nipping at it before whispering, "Get on yer knees. Wanna feel those sexy lips o' yers against me cock." 

His warm breath fanning across your skin sent shivers up your spine as you pressed your lips to his neck, trailing them down his chest as you got on your knees in front of him. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his pants. Once you got past the border of the buttons, you decided to tease him a little bit. You leaned in and gently took the metal zipper past your top and bottom teeth, slowly pulling it down. You looked up at him through your mascara covered lashes, watching as he tensed up and his head fall back. 

"C'mon, don't be a fuckin' tease," he groaned.

You chuckled softly to yourself, feeling his thick fingers thread through your curled hair, tugging at it. You slipped your fingertips past the band of his pants, pulling them down his thighs, letting them pool at his adorable, wonky feet. You came face to face with his black, Calvin Klein boxer briefs; his bulge causing your mouth to water. Placing both hands on either side of his hips, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his bulge, leaving lingering kisses and soft licks. You skimmed your teeth across him, causing his hips to slightly buck up. 

You decided not to tease him too much, knowing what would happen if you did. Pulling his briefs down his thighs, they pooled at his feet with his pants before he stepped out of both of them and kicked them to the side. His rock hard member was revealed to the cool air and it sent chills up his spine. You wrapped your palm around his shaft and began pumping. You leaned in and took his swollen red, oozing with precum tip past your plump lips. You licked him clean, swirling your tongue around him and sucking gently. 

You looked up at him through your lashes for assurance. His lips were parted, soft puffs of breath exiting as he watched you. He nodded, silently telling you to keep going. You smiled gently and took him deeper, bobbing your head and pumping what you couldn't fit into your mouth. 

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, running his thick fingers through his soft, brunette hair. 

You pushed him up against your cheek, moaning against him. The vibrations from your voice sent visible chills up his spine. You licked him like he was a melting popsicle, suckling at his tip to taste all of his flavors. His fingers threaded through your long, soft hair, tugging at it. Moans occasionally fell from his pink lips whenever you did something he particularly loved. The sexy sounds he made had your tummy in knots and your panties dampening. 

As your jaw began to get sore, you decided to give it a little break. You came off of him with a soft pop and moved a bit lower. Kitten licking at his balls, you looked up at him for any sign of uncomfortableness, knowing that they can be pretty sensitive. Seeing nothing but bliss in his face, you continued. You pressed soft kisses to him, cupping the other ball with your hand, massaging it gently. He gathered all of your hair in his two hands, holding it up into a ponytail and twisting the soft strands. Your tongue swirled around him, pressing soft kisses to his delicate skin before doing the same to the other ball. 

Licking up his shaft, you took him in your mouth again. Bobbing your head, you sucked softly. Looking up at his contorted face, the sight of him had butterflies fluttering away in your tummy. His eyes locked with yours, the eye-contact making everything 100x sexier and more intimate. His blue eyes were covered with lust, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips were parted, heavy breaths and soft groans escaping from his throat. His chest rose up and down, the curly patch of hair on his littered in the middle of his torso matted down with sweat. He was gorgeous; perfection in your eyes

With his fingers were still tightly threaded through your locks, he stopped your head from moving and began thrusting his hips back and forth. The tip of his member hit the back of your throat with every movement once he found a steady pace. Your throat closed on him as you gagged and your eyes pooled with water. The loud groans that left his lips made this painful experience all the worth it. You loved knowing that you could make him feel good. You loved knowing that your mouth was the mouth making the pornographic moans fill the air. 

"Ah, gonna cum," he grunted, his head falling back. 

You felt him twitch in your throat and you pulled away from him, wrapping your palm around him, you pumped him quickly, leading him to his orgasm. Aiming him at your mouth, you stuck out your tongue and waited for him to let go. Not even seconds later, moans and groans spilled from his mouth as his warm release came out in spurts on your tongue. His muscles were tense as he squeezed a fistful of your locks. You slowed your pumps around his member, easing him through his powerful orgasm. He began to come back down from the clouds, his moans replaced with heavy breaths. You closed your mouth and swallowed every last drop of him.

"Holy moly," he smiled, breathing heavily in his afterglow. 

You giggled softly, letting go of his now soft member and standing up to come face to face with him. He cupped your face and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You let him taste himself on your tongue, humming as your lips moved in sync. Pulling away from you, he whispered, "Ya okay?" 

You nodded, a soft smile on your lips. He pressed his lips to your jaw, bending down slightly and wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs, "Up."

Obeying his words, you jumped up onto his waist, wrapping your arms around his sticky with sweat neck. He walked towards the end of his double sized bed, standing up in his knees and dropping you gently onto his unmade but soft bed. Scooting back, you got comfortable and rested your head on his pillow before he hovered over you, attacking your neck with his mouth. Your heart was raising in your chest as he trailed his kisses father down, not leaving an inch of your torso untouched by his lips or his hands. 

He situated himself comfortably between your legs, looking up at you through his long lashes. He dipped his head down and trailed his tongue along the line of your panties. His warm tongue sent shivers throughout your entire body and caused a fire to ignite in your abdomen. 

"Ya soaked through yer knickers, darlin'." he grinned up at you, "Who made ya dis wet?" 

"You." you whimpered softly, just wanting him to touch you in some way or another.  

"Hmm?" he hummed, and you knew he knew exactly what you said. 

"You did, Niall." 

"Damn right, I did." 

Using his teeth, he bit onto the hem of your panties, pulling them up before letting them go, allowing them to smack back against your skin. Looking up at you with a cheesy grin, you giggled. He slipped his fingers past the elastic band of your panties, humming, "Hips up." 

You obeyed and lifted your hips, allowing him to pull your bottoms down your shaved legs and past your bare feet. He tossed them to the side and you were now completely exposed to him for the first time in who knows how many years. You were a little shy, you had to admit, but you weren't going to show it. 

"Christ, look at ya," he breathed out, trailing his index finger around your pink core, skipping over your sensitive spots, "S'pretty." 

Pressing his index and middle finger on your throbbing clit, he rubbed it in soft circles before moving south and slipping them through your wet folds. After spreading your wetness, he placed his fingers on your clit again, rubbing it back and forth with pressure. A soft moan fell from your pretty, pink lips from the relief of tension. Moving his two fingers down to your entrance, he slipped them in and found a steady pace. Curling them up, he hit your special spot and your back arched with pleasure. 

"Mm, needa taste ya," he muttered mostly to himself. 

With his right hand flat against the inside of your thigh, he used his left hand to spread you apart, making it easier to taste you. Without hesitation, he went straight in, licking up your wetness and suckling your clit in his mouth. He flicked his tongue back and forth across your sensitive bud all while suckling. The knot in the pit of your stomach immediately started to tighten. Your breathing increased and your body heat increased. The only sounds that filled the room were your breathing and the pornographic sounds of him eating you like he hadn't eaten for days.

Coming off of you with a soft pop, you whimpered at the lack of him. 

"Hang on, lemme get some'in," he hummed, climbing off of you. 

"Get what?" you asked. 

He didn't reply, only disappearing into his closet. Not even minutes later, he returned with two neckties in his hand and you knew exactly what he was going to do. One of the ties was plain black, while the other one was navy with small, pink polka dots on it. He looked at you with piercing, blue eyes, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You giggled softly, watching him climb on top of you. 

"Arms up." he ordered.

"Same ol' Niall." you smiled up at him through your lashes, lifting up your right hand and allowing him to tie you to the bedpost. 

"In da bedroom? Hell yeah, baby. Yer all mine t'night." 

He made sure the knot was tight, but not too tight that it's painful and loose but not so loose that you can move your arms around. 

"Too tight?" he asked. 

You replied with a soft no before he moved onto the other hand, doing the exact same. When he was done, he leaned back and admired you, "Look at ya. Look fuckin' sexy like dat." 

A small smile erupted on your lips, he leaned down and attached his lips to yours before trailing them down your body, going back to his comfortable spot between your legs. He lifted your legs and hooked them around his neck, licking his lips as he stared at your core, pondering where to start first. He licked up your soaked slit, suckling your clit past his lips. Flicking his tongue back and forth against it, you felt the rope in your tummy tighten as you orgasm began to rise.

"Ya like dat, dontcha?" he smirked up at you.

"Mm, yeah," you moaned, nodding your head, "Feels so good. I missed your tongue."

"Mmm, betcha did." he mumbled against your center, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your glowing body.

He changed up the shape of his tongue, never doing the same thing and always keeping you on edge. His tongue was magical, feeling like silk and always giving you endless amounts of pleasure. Your body squirmed and jolted whenever he did something you particularly loved. You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips up or arching your back. You desperately wanted to grab onto his hair and tug at it, but the restraints declined you from that. 

"Stay down," he hummed, looking up at you. His lust-filled eyes pierced into yours as you let out a breath and relaxed your body, your fingernails digging into your palms.

Your legs quivered around him and your toes curled. Your face was contorted with pleasure and loud moans fell from your pink lips. You were getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Taste so good,” he murmured and you could see his lips, glistening with your arousal, curl up into a smug smirk. 

Moving south, he circled your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Slipping it inside, you gasped softly, feeling his tongue circle your walls. Thrusting his tongue in and out, you had high-pitched, pornographic moans spilling from your lips and your back arching off of the bed. The tip of his nose rubbed against your clit, egging you onto your orgasm. Your hips wriggled around under him, unable to stay still. You felt the restraints tugging on your wrists as you squirmed. You bucked your hips up, trying to get something more from him, feeling desperate for a release.

"Stay still or I won't let ya cum." he threatened. 

You whimpered audibly, squeezing your eyes shut and rolling your head back against the pillow. You relaxed your body again, struggling to not at least buck your hips up. He replaced his tongue with his two longest fingers, thrusting them in and out of you, curling them up and rubbing them against your good spot. Your muscles clenched and you tried your best not to squirm around too much, but it was so hard because he was so good. 

Adding a third finger to the mix, a yelp fell from your lips and your back arched slightly. He watched you with a smirk on his pink lips, enjoying the sight he was seeing. He picked up the pace of his fingers, his knuckles hitting your entrance with every thrust of his fingers inside of you. You moaned loudly, tugging on the restraints and silently begging him to give you a release by bucking your hips up once again. 

He pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, doing his best to keep you still. He sucked harshly on your sensitive bud, looking up at you through his lashes and watching as you came undone above him. His growing scruff scratched at your inner thighs, adding the perfect amount of pain to the pleasure you were receiving, bringing you even closer to the edge. Your legs tightened around his head and your breath hitched in your throat, "'m gonna cum." 

Right as those words left your lips, he came off of you and sat up on his knees. You whined audibly as your orgasm immediately started to fall back down, "Niall."

"'s hard, darlin'. It hurts." he smirked smugly, lining himself up with your entrance, "Needa fuck ya."

"Untie me at least?" you whimpered, pulling on the restraints.

"Where're those manners, love?" 

"Can you please untie me?" 

He grinned as he sat up and fumbled with the ties around your wrists, untying them and tossing them to the ground next to the bed. You let your arms float back down, your fingers rubbing at your eyes real quick as he hovered back over you.

"Do we need a condom?" he asked.

"Yeah," you nodded. 

While you were dating, you took the pill every day so you never used condoms. But since you all were broken up, you stopped taking the pill because you weren't regularly intimate anymore. He whimpered softly, a hint of uneasiness in his eyes as he searched through his bedside table and found no condoms. 

"I'll be right back." he muttered, rushing out of the room. 

You laid there patiently, waiting for him to arrive with a condom in hand. Luckily, only a couple minutes later, he did. Walking in with a smile on his face, he muttered, "Had t' steal one o' Conor's." 

You smiled at him and he climbed on the bed again, standing on his knees as he carefully opened the small, square package. Tossing the wrapper onto the floor, he carefully rolled the condom onto his hard length. He placed both hands on both of your knees, humming, "Ya ready?" 

You nodded and with his left hand, he reached down and grabbed onto his length, pumping it a couple of times before lining it up with your dripping entrance. Sliding into you, soft, identical sighs fell from both of your lips. He pushed his full length into you, staying still for a second. You closed your eyes and you both sentimentally took everything in. Moving in and out of you, he found a steady pace before gently dropping his body over yours. Using both hands to support his body above yours, he hid his face into your sticky neck.

"Jesus Christ, yer tight." he grunted. 

You could feel his thick veins against your wet walls and the tip of his member hitting your good spot with every thrust.  

"Haven't been fucked properly in a while, have ya?" he lifted his head to smirk at you. 

You replied with a moan, gently digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades. 

"Gonna change dat t'night though right?" he grunted smugly.  

"Uh huh," you moaned, nodding your head.

His mouth attached to your neck, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach. His warm breath fanned across your shoulder with every deep exhale. He was giving every ounce of him he had and it felt absolutely incredible. After so many years you forgot how good he was in bed. He always knew how to make you feel good and he never failed at it.

"Turn over, I'll let ya top." 

You obeyed his rules and rolled over, straddling his thighs. You wrapped your palm around his throbbing member and pumped it a few times before lifting yourself on your knees and sinking down onto him. Starting out slowly, you ground your hips against his, gradually speeding up. He placed his hands on your hips, helping you keep a steady rhythm and making sure that you knew that even though you were on top, he was still in control.

You leaned down and dug your face into his sticky neck, squeezing your eyes shut. The tight knot in your stomach began to build as you chased down your orgasm. He lifted his hips up with every thrust of your hips, your hips meeting with a smack. He was so deep inside of you, he felt so good and you made sure to tell him. He responded with a low moan, tugging gently on your locks that were sprawled against his chest. 

Sitting up, you flipped your hair out of your face, beginning to bounce on him. He reached up, grabbing onto both of your breasts and squeezing them harshly. He ran his thumb over your nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. Your back slightly arched into him, your head falling back with pleasure. He sent you into pure ecstasy. 

You leaned down again, pressing both hands on the bed on either side of his head, supporting your body to hover over him. Your squeezed your walls around him as you circled your hips. With his hands against your hips, his fingertips dug harshly into your skin. You leaned down and attached your lips to his. Once your lips connected with his, he plunged his tongue into your mouth, his lips moving in sync with yours.

"Turn around," his voice was deep and raspy, sending shivers up your spine as you immediately switched spots with him so that you were on the bottom again. 

“Gimme yer leg.” he ordered. 

You lifted up your leg slightly and he grabbed onto your calf, lifting it up to rest of his shoulder. Thrusting into you again, you both let out a soft noise of pleasure. This position gave you both a deeper penetration and a more heavenly feeling. Your eyes locked and you could see the dark layer of lust covering his gorgeous blues. His face was contorted with pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted. 

You dug your heels into his lower back, pushing him deeper into you. His hips slapped loudly against yours, the bed squeaking slightly under you. The moans that fell from both of your lips collided and echoed throughout the room. Sweat was beading across your bodies and your hearts were beating out of your chests. Your muscles were clenching around his thick member, your breath hitching in your throat. Your orgasm was just around the corner.

"Gonna cum fer me?" he grunted out, "Go on, love. Cum fer me. Cum all over me cock. Wanna feel ya." 

Those words were all that you needed before you felt yourself spilling over the edge, chanting, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," as your orgasm rolled over your entire body. 

Your whole body was trembling, shaking as it was numbed with pleasure. Your knuckles were white with how hard your grip was on the sheets you laid on, your toes curling against the soft skin of his love handles. You saw stars behind your closed eyelids, feeling as if you had died and gone to heaven. Only seconds after your release, you felt him twitch inside of you before his warm release filled the condom. Both of your moans collided and could be heard throughout the entire house. As you both began to fall back down from the clouds, your moans were replaced with heavy breaths. 

"Fuck, didn't know how much I needed dat," he breathed out, turning over and pulling you into his big arms, "Oh, (Y/N). I missed you."

A smile erupted on your lips, "I missed you too." 

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, muttering, "Can I take ya out again dis Saturday? Have our second date?" 

Maybe this was going to work out after all.