#so we did. we got on bikes and fucking RACED to this girl and we picked her up and in the end she asked for her mum

[hella1975]

listening to call your mom rn (god it feels wrong spelling it like that)

gripping u by the shoulders. this song is everything to me.

#OKAY STORYTIME THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR: #do u guys remember that girl that was basically my bi-awakening and we had the very stereotypical #intense homoerotic friendship that traumatised the both of us? yeah her #well basically i still have a lot of love for her and we're still friends like she's in my hometown friend group so when i talk about them #i still mean her and out of our entire group she's the ONLY one who didn't go to uni and me and my other friend spoke recently #about how unhappy we know she is bc she got abandoned by us in this awful hometown and we dont think she loves her boyfriend #so much as she stays with him bc she literally has no one else until we come home her life is literally just waiting for us between terms #and i worry about her all the time and one thing that happened a while back was she did drugs w this one guy by the river #and she completely whitied like it was just weed but she was 17 and had never done it before and turns out she's like me #where edibles just do NOT agree with her on a good day let alone when she took as much as she did and she was with a random boy #by the fucking WIER (basically a big dangerous waterfall) and we were all at our mate's house that was a 40 min walk away #and she RANG ME. i was the one she rang. that still sticks with me. and omg it was so scary bc she was so out of it on the phone #and all i managed to get from her was that Something Was Wrong (didnt know what) and that we needed to pick her up #so we did. we got on bikes and fucking RACED to this girl and we picked her up and in the end she asked for her mum #and i was the one to take her to her mum and knock on the door and stand there with her daughter's arm around my shoulder #barely conscious her sick on my shoes and explain what happened. like WHAT #& yeah basically i still have so much love for that girl and i know she struggles with shit hence why that even happened in the first place #and it's like. im still here. i still love you. i'll call your mum. i'll come and get you. just ring me and i'll pick up. stay on the line. #so yeah this song did unimaginable damage the first time i heard it. literally gives me chills and transports me to my 17 year old self #we were young and didnt know what we were doing and the town was suffocating us #AND WE WERE BOTH DROWNING AND DIDNT KNOW HOW TO SAVE EACH OTHER BUT THERE WAS AN UNDERSTANDING THAT WE WERE DROWNING TOGETHER #ask #noah kahan

[jaylaxies]

bike racer jaemin who bends you over his motorbike to fuck you after a race. doesn't matter if he wins or loses. it's either gonna be a celebratory session or to let out his frustration on you. either way, he'll have you wobbling on your feet 🫶🏼

god you wont let me live istg

WORD COUNT: 1354 words

CW: smut, illegal racing, fingering, degradation, nicknames and unprotected sex.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

you had no idea that the quiet kid from your class would be into racing, nor did you ever expect to see him in a leather jacket which hugged his toned body perfectly. it almost felt like a joke when your best friend, hyuck, told you about illegal racing that he participates in and you didn’t believe him, which is why he took you there himself as his personal cheerleader.

yet your eyes deviated to none other than na jaemin, who flashed his cockiest smirk to cameras which displayed the whole race on the screen of an old stadium, which was used for illegal races now. he was the king around here, at least that’s what you had heard as you stood by the sidelines, giving a thumbs up to hyuck as you felt out of the place in your pink skirt while everyone sported black and leather. maybe that’s what caught jaemin’s eyes as he looked your way, the eye contact sending shivers down your spine before he broke into a devilish smile, winking your way before he put his helmet on and got on the bike.

you have to support hyuck! your mind kept on reminding you, but your focus was solely on the guy with the red bike, jaemin, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, watching the race with such interest as if you were actually interested in the sport. you were only interested in jaemin, your subconscious spoke, making you shake your head and search for your best friend. it almost felt like the race got over a little too soon for your liking as jaemin won it with ease, your best friend coming a close second.

it almost felt like a scene straight out of a movie when jaemin removed his helmet and shook his head, your eyes capturing that in slow motion as he ruffled his hair, a smug expression on his face as he grabbed the price money which was shoved in the trophy cup before you diverted your attention and ran to hyuck, who got the silver cup, and hugged him, which piqued the interest of jaemin to the point he walked to hyuck to congratulate him as an excuse to talk to you.

his eyebrow rose up in the most attractive manner as he looked your way from your head to toe, “seems like you’re new here,” he chuckled, eyes fixated on your skirt before he stared right in your eyes, hyuck rolling his eyes, “don’t worry, i’m not here to stay,” you rolled your eyes, walking away with hyuck as jaemin only chuckled, shaking his head.

he caught you right on time when hyuck left to change into his usual clothes in the changing rooms, as you waited at a secluded spot, jaemin approaching with an amused smile when he saw you sitting on the hood of hyuck’s car. “good girls like you don’t belong to such places,” he mutters, grabbing your attention.

“and what makes you think i’m a good girl?” you challenged, heart beating fast when he stepped closer and in between your legs before he pulled you closer by keeping his big hands on your lower back, almost so your legs wrapped around his waist while you sat on the car. “your pretty little skirt, your innocent eyes, the way you look at me as if you want to be fucked and how your heart beats fast whenever you see me even though it’s been only two hours since we met, it makes me think you’re an innocent little kitten,” he purrs, making you squirm as butterflies erupt down your abdomen.

you leaned down, your lips close to the shell of his ear, “that’s where you’re wrong,” you chuckled, “i’m not innocent,” you whispered and he grabbed your chin, making you look at him, “just say you want to be fucked dumb, darling,” he’d whisper, your noses brushing and you’d scoff, “if you think i’ll let you fuck me then you’re wrong.”

jaemin was beyond amused by your behaviour, almost as if he never expected you to put up a challenge, “let’s make a bet,” he says, “if i win the race, same day next week, then i’ll get to fuck you. if not, then you can go and ask your pathetic best friend for his cock,” he smirks, “he won’t be as big as me though, sweetheart,” he’d mutter, sending a shiver down your spine and you looked at him with dark eyes, “bet.” you confirmed.

jasmin wasn’t the one to lose, and you knew it too. maybe you wanted to be fucked by him, maybe you wanted him to ruin you and that’s exactly why you found yourself in the same place next week, wearing another one of your skirts but this time, it was white, making you look angelic. and just to be a menace, you opted for crotchless panties, knowing it would drive jaemin crazy. you had seen him, his eyes never left yours during the entirety of the time he was getting ready for the race, but you were with hyuck, of course.

his smile oozed confidence, and he winked before leaving for the race as you opted to watch him from the closest sidelines. it happened all too fast, jaemin getting on his bike, jaemin covering the laps with ease, jaemin crossing the finish line, jaemin winning and getting the trophy but he didn’t wait to do the fan service, rather, he smirked as he drove the bike your way while you got off the stands and climbed on his bike, wrapping your arms around him while he focused on driving you away to a private spot.

“we both knew i was gonna win,” he says, getting off the bike and pulling you closer by the waist, his lips dangerously close to yours, the warmth of his hands gave you goosebumps while his lips brushed against yours as he said, “guess you just wanted to be fucked dumb by me.” with that, he smashed his lips on yours, groaning into the kiss with how good your strawberry flavoured gloss tasted before he bit your lip to shove his tongue down your mouth.

his fingers travelled down and under your skirt to find that your cunt was exposed through the crotchless panties, making him scoff, “such a slut, you couldn’t even keep your pussy covered, huh?” he muses, giving it a slap, making you gasp out with pleasure as you supported yourself on his bike.

“so pathetic, can’t even hide your wetness,” he says, rubbing his finger on his thumb which was coated with your wetness before he gave your pussy a few more slaps, finally opting to listen to your pleads and moans as he stuffed you full of his fingers, inserting two digits as your walls clenched around him, even more so when he curled his fingers in you. he continued his ministrations as your knees buckled, and almost gave out, causing him to chuckle and bend you over his bike.

“jaemin, please,” you whimper, feeling empty as he pulled his fingers out. you could hear the voice of a zipper and before you could think further, he thrusted into you from behind, stuffing you fuller than ever as your eyes rolled back with sheer pleasure, moans never stopping and your wetness allowed him to bottom out, smacking your ass as he muttered profanities, talking about how tight you were, like a fuckdoll.

your cunt barely takes his cock, making you cry out with how good it feels. jaemin was right, he was big and also wild with how he snapped his ass into yours, to the point you could feel the imprint of his cock on your lower abdomen, his speed increasing as he bit your neck, sucking on it and thrusting till he twitched inside you, your stomach tightening before you shut your eyes, falling apart on his cock the exact second he started filling you up with his warm cum, grabbing your neck and whispering in your ear.

“same bet, next week. can’t wait to ruin you each time, kitten.”

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[seriesxwriting]

I’ve got you always

W JJ maybank

Summary- Rafe Cameron shoots you. You fall. JJ watches in horror but can’t do anything. And you have a nasty injury. Your worried JJ will lose interest in you after everything but he sticks with you helping you through everything until your better.

Warnings- kissing, use of a gun, blood, your character getting shot. A lot of swearing. Mentions of death, fighting. Serious injuries.

Series- outer banks.

Request are open🫶

“JJ! I was so worried” I grabbed his pink cheeks softly, while guiding his face towards mine feeling my heart race with excitement, nerves and relief all at the same time. JJ tucked my hair behind my ears not breaking our kiss. I missed his sent and touch over the few hours he was gone, I’m not even sure what he went to do but id woken up alone and my heart leaped out my chest, panic spread throughout my whole body.

“Missed you beautiful” he wrapped me up in his strong arms and I blinked against his chest not wanting to pry but also wanting answers. “JJ- what were you…” his body jolted and his head snapped looking around in the dark woods for nothing in particular “shh- do you hear that?” He asked me snatching up my hand with a hint of aggression still looking in to the distance. His protective side lit up. I listened out and thought I heard a bike or a car maybe. “JJ? Who’s here” I whispered unsteadily.

He didn’t answer but dragged me towards the base of the tree. “Ki!” JJ hissed nodding his head at the tree as a signal, the rest of the pouges all followed. JJ climbed the tree with ease, Me … not so much. He held his hand out to me helping to pull me up. “What’s going on” I whispered while climbing higher and higher. “Someone’s here… I think it’s foe” he told me sitting on one of the top branches. I noticed the others were sitting at the top of the tree on the other side.

I wasn’t like them. Even though I came from the pogue background I didn’t have what they all had in them. I didn’t have fight. My boyfriend yanked me up just in time. We heard footsteps now treading through the trees. “I need you to be quite okay hun- I’ve got you, always” JJ wrapped an arm around my waist securing me in the tree and in his arms. I nodded and tucked my head under his chin. My eyes scanned the trees. The fear of the unknown took over.

In that moment Barry and Rafe stepped into our area. My heart dropped when I saw the guns in there hands. I looked over at Sarah who looked just about as frightened as I was. “Go check the house” Rafe nodded to Barry ordering him about. It didn’t them them long to realise that they couldn’t find us. “THEY! We’re just here!” Rafe screamed kicking one of the chairs. “Great observation Boy Scout” Barry rolled his eyes but as he did he caught onto something.

Barry began to start laughing and Rafe didn’t like it. “What the fuck is so funny” he snapped getting agitated. Barry outstretched his arm pointing to the tree. “Your sister and your ex girl are pouges for life” Rafe turned his head to look at the tree. His brows knitted together. “Why the fuck is y/n’s name on there?” “She’s dating that blonde one now, you really haven’t heard?” Barry chuckled realising how much it still disturbed rafe.

“Well shit” rafe nodded at no one in particular. He pointed gun at tree and let out a yell while shooting or carvings. “RAFE STOP IT! Your gonna get us busted!” Barry raced towards him pointing the gun upwards. The bullets flew past the pouges.

Suddenly everything stopped.

My vision started to become all blurry and i couldn’t hear anything. My grip became loose and JJ was busy staring at rafe, he didn’t realise I was slipping. I tried grabbing a branch but I missed. I watched his face drop in horror as I fell.

I hit the floor hard and it caught Rafe and Barry’s attention. “Y/n” Rafe said under his breath, his eyes widened before he ran over his hand landed on my stomach and he noticed I was bleeding. “Shit! SHIT” rafe shouted not even caring about the fact I’d appeared out of nowhere. Barry who had a little more common sense at the time looked up seeing all the pouges in the tree.

They were all scrambling down now especially JJ. “Y/n!” Ki screamed jumping onto the floor. She was first over “Rafe! Fucking shoot them” “shut up!” He told Barry with tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry y/n” he whispered watching blood spill out of my mouth. “Get the fuck away from her” JJ came over and pushed Rafe off me. I could hardly see what was going on but I felt ki grab my hand and tell me it was going to be okay.

“If you wasn’t hiding her up there and involving her in your dirty life style this never would have happened” Rafe yelled pushing JJ back. “You you weren’t so fucked up in the head this never would have happened” JJ squared up to him again. “STOP IT” Sarah winced running in between them. “Y/n needs an ambulance! She doesn’t need you both fighting over her right now” she begged with her eyes.

“Rafe you need to leave” Sarah told him as a tear fell out of her eye. “I’m not going anywhere! Until she is safe” he told her firmly. “Then do something useful and call an ambulance” JJ slimed his eyes. “Rafe! We have to go who do you think will come with an ambulance?” Barry told him. “The pigs!” “Fuck- FUCK” Rafe shouted punching his fist at the tree. Sarah jumped out of her skin.

Rafe pulled out his phone and called the ambulance. His voice was shaky and he didn’t take his eyes off me the whole time. When he ended the call rafe walked over to the group. He was clenching his jaw. “I didn’t want this” he shook his head. “Too late” ki bitterly scowling at him. “You- you need to tell me if- when- she gets better, I need to know she’s going to be alright” Rafe told them as a tear fell out of his eye.

“RAFE! Let’s go” Barry shouted getting annoyed. “Promise me!” Rafe shouted at the group. “We will tell you if she makes it” Sarah said smally. “And I’ll make sure she remembers who did it” JJ slimmed his eyes on Rafe. “This isn’t over” Rafe muttered before backing away slowly watching my chest move up and down… hardly. “I should fucking kill him” JJ clenched his fists by his waist. “JJ” John B warned him.

The next day-

My eyes began opening. The environment was unfamiliar. My eye lids were extremely heavy and hard to keep open. “Shit y/n!- go get JJ” I heard being whispered around me. “Wh-where am I?” I stuttered looking around the white room as my vision slowly came back. Trying to sit up was my first mistake. “Shit” I groaned laying back down. “Your- at the hospital y/n” Sarah told me softly. All the pouges apart from John B and JJ were in the room.

“What…” I asked scrunching my face up. “Rafe” I whispered remembering flashes of what happened. “You had a pretty nasty fall after he- shot you” pope explained to me clearly. “Twice” ki frowned shaking her head. I looked down seeing a patch attached to my shoulder and another stuck to my stomach. JJ came sprinting into the room witch John B not far behind. “Y/n” JJ whispered coming to my side.

“Your okay” I smiled reaching for his hand. “Yeah- yeah of course I’m okay it’s you were worried about” he looked at me like I was glass. I tried moving my legs so i could sit up easier but nothing budged. I tried again failing before the idea of my legs not working came into my head. “What the fuck is happening to me” i winced pocking at my legs. “JJ what is happening to me” I raised my voice slightly with tears flooding in my eyes.

“Leave us” he ordered his friends shooing them out of the room with the flap of his hand. “I can’t move- why can’t I move” I panicked grabbing at his hand as the pouges left the room, closing the door. “Listen to me hun, your going to be okay” he brushed my hair out my face and dried a tear that had fell out my eye. “The doctor said when you fell your spine cracked- when it heals they will teach you how to walk again you will be good as new”

My breathing became rapid as the panic spread over me. “Y/n listen to me- I’ve got you! Always okay, I’m going to get you through this you will be okay” he clutched my hand looking into my eyes. “Promise me you won’t leave me like this” I asked him softly. “Y/n Im not going anywhere, I’m in love with you” “you- what?” I looked up at him with wide eyes. “You heard me love” he smiled shyly. I noticed red filling his cheeks which made me smile too.

“I love you too JJ” I kissed his hand holding it close to my chest. “Your going to be just fine” he told me nodding his head up and down. “I trust you- what are we going to do about Rafe?” “I don’t know… I really don’t know” JJ sighed half deflated and he dragged a chair over to me. “What did he- say?” I asked him with no eye contact. “What when you fell?” “Mmh” I nodded subtlety.

“He didn’t mean to shoot you- that he didn’t want this to happen” JJ rolled his eyes. “Clearly still is in love with you” “is that jealousy I see maybank?” I giggled looking up at him. “Maybe” he shrugged not looking at me. “Well, who cares? You know where I stand” I told him turning his head to look at me. “Yeah” JJ nodding with a little twinkle leaning down to my lips after a few seconds. I know he was hesitant because I was ‘frail’.

But I’d miss this. He was exactly what I needed to help me heal. My hand found his hair to secure his head while we kissed. JJ pulled back smiling at me. Resting his chin on my arm as I held his face. “We’re in this together yeah, you and me” he whispered gently. “Always”.

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[cultofdixon]

The Thrill of the Hunt

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The hunter always finds it’s target • SFW/NSFW - butt plug / unprotected sex (no glove no love) / bondage / fingering / grinding

Requested by: @morgan-wolf

“Think we can make it back before night?”

“Got plans with somebody?” Daryl smirks following Y/N through a neighborhood as she turns on her heel smiling at him.

“I do…with a certain archer” She continued to smile bringing herself back forward taking her knife out when opening the door. “Clear” she states entering the main part of the house looking around as Daryl slowly made his way to the kitchen pushing the door open.

“Clear. Head upstairs?”

“Already on it” Y/N made her way upstairs and decided to check the smaller rooms first.

Finding pretty much nothing except for a thicker blanket and some clothes for the kids back at Alexandria. Y/N packed her bag of the findings, leaving the bag in the hallway to investigate the master bedroom.

Daryl on the other hand found a few cans of food. They really lucked out in this neighborhood. He continued to go through the cabinets taking whatever is useful and as he picked up a jar of questionable jelly, he heard Y/N suddenly scream from upstairs.

Without a second thought, the archer dropped the jar and everything but his crossbow as he ran to her aid.

Should’ve checked upstairs

Should’ve gone instead of her

Fuck.

She better be okay.

She fucking better be.

The fear induced thoughts continued to race until Daryl reached the master bedroom finding that Y/N was perfectly okay. Maybe the scream was a squeal…his anxiety registered it differently.

“You alright?” He frowns lowering his crossbow as Y/N turned to him with something in her grasp.

The fuck is that?

Y/N held up what seemed to be a silver spike of some sorts. It was rounded off so it wasn’t a weapon…and it had a sable colored fox tail on the end of it. The mischievous look on her face wasn’t giving him any answers on what the thing was and she seemed to caught onto that.

“You’re a hunter aren’t you?”

“Yeah but I…I still have no clue what that is and what that’s gotta do with it” Daryl continued with the confused look as Y/N couldn’t help the smirk to appear on her face.

“We done here? Cuz I think imma need to show yea what this is…at home” Y/N smirks squeezing his bicep on the way out of the room with the item in hand as she packs it away before picking up her main bag. “Let’s get going while there’s still light left”

The drive back to Alexandria was quiet but Y/N still had that look on her face like she was plotting something. Daryl tried to read it the best that he could knowing it wasn’t something bad but the more he thought about it…could it be?

“You take the stuff to the pantry, I’m gonna head home and take a shower”

“Without me?” He playfully asked offended as Y/N smacks him in the shoulder on her way off his bike once he reached their place.

“Just this once…I’ve got a surprise. So…don’t rush, but also don’t take too long…hunter” she winks at the end of her sentence before quickly taking out her personal finds and letting him head off.

He gave her thirty minutes. Whatever her surprise was, intrigued him and confused him even more.

As Daryl enters the place he half expected to go upstairs and find his girl fresh out of the shower. But the metallic sound coming from the kitchen made him raise his crossbow out of anxious habit before lowering it. He turned on the lamp that illuminates the room best finding Y/N on the counter practically naked. The black lace body suit instantly caught his attention resulting in the stress in his jeans as he tried to contain himself then and there. Even if I’m his mind he wanted mount her right where she sat.

“Like what you see, handsome?”

“All this for me sunshine?”

“Oh yes” Y/N smirks jumping off the counter as Daryl noticed the sable Fox tail once again but as she drew closer he noticed where it was coming from. “Is it clicking now?”

“Did yea—“

“Clean it? Of course! I’m not that clueless…” Y/N brought herself flush against his chest, feeling his free hand caress her back slowly trailing his fingers gently against her skin. “You know you can touch right?”

“Mhm…taking my sweet ass time” Daryl says in a low grumble bringing his lips to her cheek and starting to leave open mouthed kisses down along to her neck and shoulder.

Y/N hums softly to his actions feeling his hand find purchase on her left cheek giving it a squeeze. Mainly for beautiful sound that escaped her lips when he did such. But before Daryl could bring his lips onto his girl’s, she pulled away with a smirk.

“Hm. I don’t like that look”

“What? I didn’t put all of this on for it to be easy.” She smirks tugging playfully at his vest before running upstairs.

Daryl watches her head upstairs and couldn’t help but remember what she said when she found the little item on her person.

“Thrill of the hunt, huh?” He slowly made his way upstairs as he started to unbutton his shirt pushing the door open with his foot not finding Y/N. “You’re really going to make me hunt you down…might as well lock you out of the house and make this an outdoor sport” he jokes taking his vest and shirt off reaching into the dresser taking out some rope.

Y/N couldn’t help the amused smile to grace her face as Daryl knew where she was hiding. He is a tracker and decided to shut the door to the bedroom to trick her into thinking he left. But quietly made his way to the bathroom to hide from her when she stepped out of the closet.

“Guess I outplayed yea…”

“Are you really acting this stupid, love?” Daryl stepped out of the bathroom with the rope in hand bringing himself up close enough for Y/N to stumble back onto the bed. “Cuz as much as you are a fox. You’re not a fox. They know to run away from their potential predator” he towered her slightly bringing himself to cage her between his legs on the bed as she felt small compared to him. But boy it couldn’t help the warm feeling brewing below. “Gonna behave? Or not bunny?”

The smirk to grace her face stuck for a moment before Daryl was quickly to get off her. Taking her by the legs and flipping her onto her stomach, resulting in an excited squeak to escape her throat. Y/N didn’t even fight when Daryl took her wrists behind her and tied them together which especially didn’t help the excitement at her core. Something Daryl couldn’t help but notice when positioning her in doggy style.

“Hm…you’re complying a little” Daryl sighs gently grazing his fingers against her clothed center hearing her gasp softly. “Be a good little bunny for me” he couldn’t help himself teasing her clothed clit with a few strokes from his middle and ring finger before using his other hand to tug at the end of her bodysuit to the side in order to delve in both fingers.

He couldn’t help but notice her hands clench to the action resulting in a smirk as he started to move his fingers inside of her. Y/N at first contained her moans within the sheets with the occasional one escaping enough for Daryl to hear.

“Don’t get shy on me now” He says in a low whisper, curving his fingers just enough to hit that sweet spot causing a louder moan to escape her. “That’s right…”

The archer felt her get closer and saw by the subtle actions she’s been doing that she’s reaching that point. The curling of her toes, the tugging at the restraints, of course the sweet sounds of her moans, and the sound of his fingers going in and out of her slick core. He couldn’t help himself and didn’t say anything, letting her reach her breaking point and cumming on his fingers. Y/N moans even louder in the response feeling her body relax in his touch as he pulled his fingers out of her warm core bringing them up to his lips tasting her slick.

“Sweet as always…” He says after a pop from pulling his fingers out of his mouth seeing her pleading eyes watching his every move.

Daryl decided to test something as he brought his hands to her ass gently squeezing hearing her soft moans escape once again. He held her tail a moment and tugged hearing her gasp.

“Yea like that? Usually ain’t supposed to pull anything by it’s tail…or it bites” Daryl hums letting go of the tail and squeezing her ass once more before pulling her by the wrists flush against him as she felt his bulge pressed up against her. Making her get a bit risky and grind up against him causing the grip on her wrists to tighten. “Ain’t gonna get out of these if you don’t behave, bunny”

“But I want you” Y/N whines slightly haunting her actions when Daryl carefully brought her around to face him. “Please…”

Daryl continues to look at her begging composure as he brought himself on the bed with her, towering her once again and this time bringing his lips against hers. The softness of her lips always sparked something in him as he pulls her flush against him not breaking the kiss knowing she could taste herself on his lips. She felt herself get worked up again as it didn’t take much for her to become putty in his grasp.

Gravity took over causing the uncomfortable position of Y/N laying on her tied arms while Daryl slot himself between her legs continuing to make out with her. Pushing his tongue to part her lips enjoying the moan that escaped her that only riled him up more when she wrapped her legs around his torso having her soaked center grind up against his restrained hard on. His own moans escaping him as he started to part but taking her bottom lip between his teeth being gentle with her lips. But absolutely devouring her neck and collarbone next, leaving plenty of future hickeys to form after his attack.

“Daryl—-my arms” She whines once more but this time do to discomfort and Daryl couldn’t have any of that, he never wants to hurt her. He had his fun with restraining her from touching him earlier and lifted her off the bed enough to untie the knot with his other hand. He’s very skilled with his hands.

“I’ve gotcha bunny…” He groans feeling her continue to grind up into him even when the position was difficult.

Daryl brought himself to sit up to admire his work watching her chest rise and fall, bringing his large palm to grope her breast over the lace enjoying her much softer moans to his actions. Y/N wanted him more and given the look in his eyes, she knew what he wanted to do in that moment.

“Im all yours baby, ain’t scurrying away” She smiles watching him bring both hands to her chest, suddenly gripping the bodysuit and tearing it apart. She felt her face flush to such action lifting her body enough for him to pull it off her body tossing it to the side and enjoying her naked state. “Daryl…” she whines watching him get off the bed so that he could remove his jeans along with his underwear. Y/N’s eyes were soon trailing down his broad chest to his throbbing cock that made her mouth water.

“Ready, bunny?” He growls lowly stroking his length a few times, next pulling her by the thighs for his cock to find its place between her lips rutting into her gathering up her slick.

“Gonna make me beg?”

“Mmm…No” Daryl states aligning himself at her entrance and without waiting another second, he pushed his entire length into her bottoming out groaning to not only her warmth but to her nails digging into his shoulders.

He stayed inside her for a moment listening to her whine for him to move as he wrapped an arm around her torso before starting to thrust deep inside her. Her moans were like music to his ears and knowing damn well the second he felt her arch against him, he was hitting that sweet spot.

“So good for me…” Daryl moans hitting that sweet spot roughly a few times feeling her get closer.

“Daryl…f-fuck me” Y/N moans clenching around his pulsing cock knowing he’s reaching his limit.

The man suddenly pulled out of her making her gasp as it slowly turns into a groan of annoyance until she squeaks from being flipped onto her stomach. Feeling his hands grip her hips gently at first before becoming a bruising grip after he re-entered her warmth making her moan in an instant. He picked up the pace from before and thrusted nice and deep at a fast pace making his own moans more noticeable while hers continued to echo the room.

“Let go for me bunny—-I’ve gotcha” He grunts a bit tugging at the tail while he continued to pound into her, feeling her climax and squeeze around him making him not last much longer…his moments slowing and his cock twitching inside of her while white ropes of cum painted her walls. Her clenching to the feeling before her body relaxed beneath him.

“Holy shit…” Y/N pants feeling him shift above her, still inside her warm. Daryl leaned over kissing her shoulder before pulling out and seeing the works he’s done. “You owe me a body suit” she jokes, suddenly gasping when he tugged at her tail once again.

“Should’ve been a cotton tail, bunny”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[celinin-archive]

Celestino Vietti and Marco Bezzecchi interviewed by Moto.it (13.11.2020)

translation under the cut, my comments are in between []

Prefacing all of this with: the video actually starts with a (cringe) comedic sketch that i have not translated. The proper interview starts at 0:46 

I1: Hi guys, when you where younger who was your favourite rider? 

Cele: Valentino Rossi 

Bez: Valentino Rossi 

I1: and today? 

Bez: Valentino Rossi 

Cele: Valentino Rossi 

I2: What would you say to the Marco and Celestino from the past? 

Cele: don’t- don’t get too discouraged when things don’t go well, if you believe in it a bit more you can also do a bit better 

Bez: use your brain more and try reflecting a bit more 

I2: what got you angry? 

I1: i can’t see you anymore 

Cele: eh, it’s because here the weather it’s a bit bad and internet doesn’t work very well 

Bez (speaking to somebody else): Lindo, can you please get into the truck? Because they can’t see us anymore and here everything is frozen 

Lindo: fuck 

Bez: we hear them super laggy  

Cele: like on CoD 

Lindo: I’m coming I’m coming 

Bez: oh i have a sandwich with mortadella here 

Bez: noo, today it’s with the salami... i thought it was mortadella 

Bez: what if I get sick in the corners? 

Cele: eh, as long as you keep eating shit! 

Cele: think about if they are seeing everything 

Bez: [laughs] 

I2: what’s the thing that got you angrier on track? 

Cele: the contact that made me fall in the fourth corner in Misano 

Bez: when I fell in Aragon two laps from the end of the race 

I1: a flaw a rider mustn’t have on track? 

Cele: being slow 

Bez: true 

I2: and a trait that a rider must have? 

Bez: being fast 

Cele: being clear-headed in every situation 

I1: Marco, tell us one of Celestino’s flaws 

Bez: he’s very prickly  

I2: and Celestino, one of Marco’s 

Cele: eh, I don’t know 

Bez: come on, there will be at least one you know of, Dio bo’ 

Cele: eh, maybe sometimes when he gets angry, he does so in a bit of an excessive manner, but then he calms down so 

Bez: [laughs] 

I1: eh... are you in a relationship? 

Marco: I am 

Cele: not together, not together 

Bez: [laughs] 

I2: who’s the most handsome? Bez 

I2: who’s the funnier one? Bez 

I2: who cooks better? Cele 

I2: who’s better with girls? Bez 

I2: who’s had more relationships? Cele 

I2: who’s the most famous? Both 

I2: who’s the most talented? [the word used here also means endowed (in the *ehm ehm* nether regions). I sincerely doubt that’s the meaning the interviewer wanted to use, but that’s very much what comes across. If you were wondering why everybody is giggling.] Bez 

I2: who makes Valentino angrier? Cele 

I2: who will win the MotoGP Championship? Both 

I2: who do girls like more? [at first impact] Both 

I2: who’s the most sensitive? Cele 

I2: who’s more of an asshole out of you two? Bez 

I2: who’s better at popping the bottle open on the podium? Cele 

I2: maybe without breaking a hand 

I1: Now we ask you about Valentino Rossi. So, in how many classes did he win the world Championship? 3, 4 or 15? 

Cele: four 

I1: 1-0 for Celestino 

I1: When does he win his third Championship in the premier class? 20th of October 2003, 21st of October 2003, 25th of December 2003 

Cele: uh.... 21st? of October 2003 

Bez: I’ll say 20th of October then 

I2: it’s the 20th 

I1: on which bike did Valentino Rossi won the 125cc Championship? Aprilia, Garelli, Suzuki 

Cele&Bez: Aprilia 

I1: on which bike did Valentino Rossi won his first championship in the premier class? Honda, Aprilia, Kawasaki 

Cele&Bez: Honda 

I1: how old was he when he won his last GP in Assen? 38 years and 129 days, 38 years and 131 days, 37 years and 341 days 

Bez: wait, don’t answer 

Cele: no, it’s the last GP in Assen, when he cut the last chicane with Marquez 

Bez: 2015, so five years ago, thirty... 

Cele: I say 37 

Bez: 37 and something, we don’t remember the days 

I1: wrong, it was 38 years and 129 days 

I1: what time lap did Vale do to end up in the podium on the 3rd of June 2007? 2,01.695- 

Bez: wait, but where? 

I1: on the 3rd of ju- eh, now you want to know too much, on the 3rd of June 2007 

Cele: how is it too much?  

Bez: I mean- 

I1: direction, do we know about which track this question is? Thanks 

I1: big panic here... Mugello, wet race 

I: 2.01.695, 2.01.696, 25.14.000 

Cele: well, what are the first two options? 

Bez: two minutes and 695 and two minutes and 696 there’s a difference of a thousand of a second 

Cele: Orco diaz 

Bez: come on, I'll say 696, just to try it 

Cele: ok, then i say 695 

I1: Celestino won it! 

I1: Marco has to do penace 

I2: right 

I1: Celestino will decide what you’ll have to do. You can decide between singing Maracaibo, do a Valentino Rossi impression or answering an awkward question 

Cele: I choose the awkward question 

Bez: if it’s too awkward I’ll sing Maracaibo instead 

I2: what’s the weirdest place where you had sex? 

Bez: i don’t know, at the cinema 

Cele: oh, at the cinema [he says it with a mocking tone] 

Cele: you’re crazy 

Bez: I’m crazy 

I1: thank you guys 

Cele&Bez: bye 

#y: 2020 #m: video #interview

[missvelvetsstuff]

Where You Goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam. Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 9

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

John Walker was panicking, everything was falling apart so quickly and he didn't know what to do. He was supposed to keep Y/N around until they had a kid but that damn biker came back and ruined everything.

He shook his head, he always knew what to do. He was John fucking Walker, West Point graduate, decorated Army Captain, congressman on his way to the Oval office. He had a beautiful wife and her family fortunes. He was-. Interrupted by the doorbell- thank God she's here.

He answered the door to see the love of his life, Olivia.

Olivia was mad at first, when he married Y/N. But after a long talk he made her realize that it would be good for their relationship. Well, good for his career which was always the most important thing to him.

John had a plan when they got married, he would rule over Y/N. Beat her into submission so that she didn't question where the money was going. Her father on the other hand asked too many questions. She didn't even question her father's heart attack and it was easy enough to seduce Sharon, to convince her to give Alexander Pierce the injection that made his heart sieze and stop. False promises of being with her when Y/N was taken care of and 7 figure deposits in her Cayman account smoothed the way.

John Walker had it all under control until Bucky fucking Barnes waltzed back into town, making heart eyes at his wife. Even worse, his return seemed to light a spark in Y/N that John was sure he had snuffed out completely.

And now she had proof that Olivia's kid was also his. He should have known that Pierce had some dirt on him. He was panicking because he was sure that wasn't all the dirt that conniving old man had.

Olivia came into the penthouse "John, baby? Are you alright? What happened? You never call on Tuesdays, I had a hard time finding a sitter for Johnny.

How can I help?"

John smiled at Olivia, a real, loving smile, his wife never cared about his feelings or needs unless he was taking it out on her, and gave her a hug murmuring in her ear "You help just by being here. I love you so much, baby."

Olivia pulled back "What did that selfish bitch do? I don't know why you haven't gotten rid of her yet."

John kissed her "I'm so sorry baby but I won't be able to see you for awhile. Somehow that bitch has a DNA report, that proves Johnny is mine. If that gets out my career will be over.

Brock is taking care of her but I'll have to play the mourning husband and all eyes will be on me. When things blow over we will be able to be together for real, to get married and we will have the Pierce fortunes to take care of us."

He rubbed her almost flat belly "We should be together before our little girl gets here."

Olivia smiled "Whatever you need baby."

John smiled and wondered why his wife wasn't like that. Her father promised she would be the perfect, submissive wife. Olivia kneeled in front of him "Let me take some of that stress for you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Bucky got the call from Nick Fury his heart stopped. He ran to his bike and raced to the Pierce house, arriving when the paramedics did. He didn't remember jumping off his bike and bolting into the house right in front of them.

"Star! STAR! Where are-"

He stopped when he saw her on the couch, lifeless, an empty syringe and tourniquet on the coffee table in front of her.

"Nonononono, Star, please" he tried to shake her and gently slapped her face with no response. He turned to the paramedics with tears in his eyes, moving out of the way so they could help her.

The EMT looked at the syringe and shook his head, reaching for the narcan and injecting her. He recognized her and Bucky from the recent groundbreaking. "You're not her husband?"

Bucky shook his head "No just a friend. I think someone drugged her. A friend of mine got a call from one of her bodyguards but he must have left right after. Her husband is-"

The paramedic nodded "I know who he is." He looked at the syringe. "Don't touch that so it can be checked for fingerprints."

A police car pulled up a few moments later and the officers came inside to check things out. The EMT told them what he found when he arrived, pointing out the syringe. One of them put on some gloves and put the syringe and tourniquet in a bag after taking a couple of pictures.

Y/N groaned softly and tried to open her eyes. She tried to speak but only coughed. Bucky brought her some water. She looked at him "Jamie? I must have died but it's already better than being alive."

Bucky hugged her gently "It's real Star. You're alive and I'm here. How do you feel?"

She groaned "Like a truck hit me. Everything hurts."

The EMT looked her over "That's normal with an overdose. You should be more careful.

We need to take you to the hospital. Just because you're feeling better now doesn't mean you are out of the woods yet."

The EMT's loaded her into the ambulance and Bucky held her hand all the way to the hospital.

Once she had been thoroughly evaluated the attending physician decided to keep her overnight.

"Mrs Walker besides the overdose you are dehydrated, underweight and likely more but we have to wait for your blood tests to come back. You have extensive bruising on your neck, shoulders, backside and thighs. The gynecological exam found evidence of forced coitus, including vaginal and rectal tearing."

Star looked confused "Overdose? I don't remember...?" She trailed off.

"I see. Do you remember being raped?"

Star nodded

"You will need to file a police report and a records release with the hospital so we can give them the medical reports.

Your dinner should be here soon, I've ordered a bland diet for tonight. Eat and get some rest, I'll check on you in the morning."

After the doctor left two detectives came in, introducing themselves as Det Coulson and Det May. By the time she had gone over the events of the last few days, Star was exhausted.

When she woke up the next morning Bucky was sleeping in one of the chairs but he woke up when he heard her moving around.

Bucky told her his side of yesterday's events including the syringe he found on the coffee table.

She shook her head "I don't do needles. That's not mine."

Bucky nodded "I had a feeling. Do you think John would try to kill you?"

"There's no reason for him to- wait" she groaned holding her head "When I was cleaning out my father's office I found a key for a safe deposit box that had some papers of my dads. A DNA test from John's kid with his ex, Olivia. It was dated last year and she just had a kid.

I talked to Pepper Stark and she was going to help me. John must have been monitoring my texts because he had Brock take me to the penthouse after my lunch with her. It gets fuzzy after that."

She rested her head on Bucky's chest

"I found something else"

Bucky kissed the top of her head and hugged her close for the first time in 3 years. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries, like Heaven, like Home.

"What else did you find, doll?"

"An envelope with Star written on it. In your handwriting. And your grandmother's ring. Brock must have given it to my father." She felt herself choking up

"I'm sorry I doubted you" she couldn't hold back the sobs, gripping his shirt as he squeezed her. "I'm so sorry for all the things I said to you."

Bucky shook his head and shushed her "No, Star, it's not your fault, it's Brock and John. You didn't know. Where did you put everything? The ring?"

She giggled "I gave them to Pepper to keep safe. I didn't want to take any chances."

Bucky loved hearing her laugh a real laugh, the last 3 years had been torture, missing her. "That's my smart girl. They can stay there for right now, until we need them. Unfortunately I don't think John is going to back down when he finds out you survived. He has a lot to lose and we will do everything we can to make sure he loses all of it."

Star nodded, feeling happy and hopeful for the first time in years.

After she had breakfast the doctor showed up. He looked at her chart and gave her a quick once over. "How are you feeling, Mrs Walker?"

Star grimaced "Please call me Y/N or Ms Pierce if you must. I never wanted to be Mrs Walker and will be changing that as soon as possible."

The doctor nodded "Fine Ms Pierce. How do you feel?"

Star smiled softly "Honestly I still feel pretty bad, mostly achy all over with hot and cold chills, like with a high fever. Emotionally I'm better, much better."

"Those are typical symptoms of withdrawal. I'm guessing yesterday wasn't your first brush with opiates." He looked at her knowingly.

She looked down "No, I've been dependent on them for awhile but only pills from a doctor, I've never used needles or anything like that."

"I recommend you check into a rehab, there are some excellent ones locally."

She shook her head "Does it have to be inpatient? I just wanna go home."

"It can be done outpatient but with all the physical trauma you've had I'm concerned for your safety. Do you have somewhere safe that you can stay?"

Star shrugged "I'm not sure but I'm-"

Tony Stark interrupted her as he walked in the door with Pepper "You can stay with us. Stark tower is one of the most secure buildings in the city and I have a small suite near our penthouse that we use for important guests." He looked at her fondly "It's all yours for as long as you need."

Star smiled nervously "Tony, it's so kind of you to offer but I don't want to impose."

Tony scoffed "Impose? Are you kidding me? Pepper can't wait to have you with us. It'll make it easier to meet with doctors, attorneys and all that."

Bucky was beside himself "Thank you Tony but you realize we're a package deal, right?"

Tony rolled his eyes "Far be it from me to seperate you lovebirds after all this time apart. Luckily for all of us the living quarters are all soundproof."

Star felt her face heat up but she couldn't stop smiling.

@pattiemac1

Maybe her 30th birthday would be better than she anticipated.

Chapter 10

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #biker au #biker bucky

[crashtestjeffy]

Tuesday

We never got supper last night. Which was pretty depressing. My daughter managed to make some frozen fries and cheese. And I w ent without. Poverty and being disabled is evil.

Yesterday I got an appointment that could, if I can get the damn doctor to listen, begin making sense of all my health issues. I was talking to someone in the health profession (off the record) and they said "You have all these issues and the doctor is just treating them and not looking at the big picture. All of them are symptoms of a few issues and I think the most likely could be an autoimmune disorder". And I went home and read about the shit and thought 'Holy shit, that is everything I got' so...

If my doctor refuses to listen and at least allow me to allay my concerns I will ask to see another doctor. This has got to stop where I go in and the doctor writes a script and leaves after 8 minutes.

The weather is not predicted to be very good until Friday. So I cannot get a ride in on my bicycle. Incidentally whenever I unlock my bike and get going in my head the song "Bicycle Race" by Queen starts to play and I see many buxom women topless on bicycles in my head as was the clip they made of the song and the cover. A source of my early sexual awareness.

In my early sexual awareness I did learn that fat bottomed girls indeed do make the world go round.

I am at a loss at what to do about my daughter and her attitude toward attendance at school. She seems to view it as laissez faire. And will not listen to me about how her attendance now effects her habits and commitments later and it's a bad habit to create. It makes it more frustrating that she treats every silly 4 hour shift at her part-time job as sacred. And becomes quite emotional about missing one.

Ironically (or not) as a socialist and a fuck the system dude, I also have to fight against my internal dialogue that says that school is just the machine that programs kids to become drones in a workforce of obedient fodder for the bourgeoise. And that she should never consider the rules she is learning now as unbreakable if it means changing who you are and how you think about the system.

But I can't tell her that. The kid already skips way too much school...I would be giving her the keys to the candy store if I told her that right now.

I am struggling lately with how I turned out and how if I and followed the system I might have a much happier life. Even if everything about that nauseates me. But this was all triggered by a dream I had about a girl I was madly in like or crushing on in junior high. In the dream we met at some kind of reunion and fell in love and she held my hand and it was beautiful. When I woke up I looked her up on Facebook and she seems to have the perfect suburban life and is still very beautiful. Married with three kids and lots of photos of her on beaches taken from behind while she looks contemplative...as is the order of the IG gods. And cottage photos of her feet in a canoe as is the order of the Canadian IG gods.

But that's not my life. My life is a cramped apartment and struggle. Though I guess kids like me had a place. When we were in grade 9, a kid got kind of rude and aggressive with her so...I knocked out one of his teeth. Because I was a teenage dirtbag baby...Anyway, I got suspended for like two weeks (school was much more accepting of beating the shit out of each other back then) and my parents paid to have the tooth fixed, which they made me pay back from my job at the bowling alley. It was not nearly as noble as it sounds. I was still terrified to speak to her and she never even acknowledged me till two years later.

Life, it's what happens when you're making other plans.

I am fucking hungry. And broke for a few more days. If I was more agile I would lean on a skill I had back then as well...shoplifting. Dudes, I could walk out with half a store in my jacket and a fancy fuck you to the retail gods. That would be a dream right now. But in my current rickety state I would probably be caught and punched out by loss prevention whole some snot-nosed kid filmed it for TIk Tok.

Fuck my life. Please buy me lunch?

[sun-undone]

New canon obx details from the Pogue Life Scrapbook Hardcover (part 1)

So this book is basically set up as if it's the pogues making a scrapbook of their lives with cute little graphics and handwritten details. Each pogue (including Sarah) has their own section where the content is more skewed toward them, but all of the other pogues write stuff in the margins, and their comments honestly read pretty in-character (at least imo).

According to the author, Joey Elkins, he was asked by the creators to write it, and he was also the script coordinator for season 1, which is why i feel like it's safe to say that the details in the book are supposed to be canonical.

((Throughout this entire book, they pretend that all of the events in the show have happened in 2019 instead of 2020, which is so unnecessarily annoying but yeah i'm just gonna try to shift the years accordingly))

With that disclaimer out of the way, here's some potentially interesting stuff from the first half of the book, going sequentially through each of the sections:

First things first, though. Map. Map.

John B

Big John apparently makes really good banana pancakes, according to Pope

Big John taught John B about the constellations and the North Star

Big John spent 2 years studying archaeology and history at UNC Wilmington

Apparently, Big John taught John B how to scuba dive when he was 10....which pretty blatantly denies the canon but okay??

John B bought the Twinkie when he was 15

I feel like everyone pretty much assumes this already, but the HMS Pogue belonged to Big John before he gave it to John B

JJ once tried and failed to spear a massive tuna when the pogues were out fishing

John B once raced Topper's Malibu 24-MXZ in the HMS Pogue and obviously lost

POTENTIAL JARAH B FIC MATERIAL: One summer, Ward asked John B to work the My Druthers for a kook party, and John B remembers not being noticed by any of the kooks, including Sarah. Sarah adds that she did in fact notice him, and that Topper even got pissy with her because he kept catching her looking at "the cute first mate with the tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt" (in Sarah's words)

John B and JJ have absolutely brought extra sunscreen to the Boneyard to flirt with Tourons

this is such a random detail but the DCS officer's full name is Cheryl Coleman, and she's from the South Carolina DCS, not North Carolina

Ward hired surfing instructors to teach Sarah to surf, but she quickly shoved them off and preferred to learn by herself

The first time Kie went surfing, she was having a really difficult time finding her footing, but after seeing a pack of dolphins in the water with her, she took it as a sign to push through

JJ

Cambank sibling supremacy anyone?? this is cute as fuck okay

One time, JJ asked Big John to lend him his metal detector so he could try to find valuable shit on the beach to pawn. He mostly just found junk, but he did find a brass necklace which he promptly gave to a girl named Shauna, claiming that it was gold. He also found a vintage Hot Wheels Ferrari, which he claims is his prized possession

JJ believes in a bunch of urban legends surrounding the OBX, claiming that one time, Ricky had to patch up some Touron hikers who had some suspicious looking bites

Another very random, specific detail that i personally live for: Mrs. Crain's first name is Alma

JJ has several hiding spots for weed in the Twinkie, including but not limited to: tears in both the back and front seat upholstery, the passenger-side sun flap, under the floor mats, and behind the air conditioning panels (John B says that that last one is a horrible idea as if there has been an incident in the past, so take that how you will)

JJ bought his dirt bike the summer before the show starts, and he apparently got the money from him and John B giving surfing lessons to Tourons

MORE POTENTIAL FIC MATERIAL: i can't even properly summarize this so here is a fourth of july story from the obx

Places JJ has worked and gotten fired from: Island Club (we know how that one ended), Kildare Surf Shop, Pelican Spa, E. Reed Mattress Mart, and Masonboro Beach

Once, the kooks teepeed Kildare High, so JJ snuck onto their football field and ripped it up with his bike. He has also gotten in trouble for selling weed gummies on school property and falling asleep (and apparently snoring very loudly) in Mr. Sunn's class

I'll go over Kie, Pope, and Sarah's sections in another post!!

#outer banks #obx #the pogues #jj maybank #john b routledge #sarah cameron #pope heyward #kiara carrera

[etricajoi]

Lucky 13

thirteen. Thirteen. THIRTEEN.

These years that keep on tickin by, truly give no fucks.

Ugh. Every year I fight with if I want to keep this thang goin (the blog. or whatever you wanna call this), and every year I say to myself “but this is the 13th year, (or whichever year we’re on)” sooo, why stop now. The reason I go back and forth with myself, is because it can be kind of painful opening this box, that I pretty much only “open” once a year. That old saying “time heals all wounds” bounces around in my head every now and again, it’s just something people have grown accustomed to say. Why do we do that?? It’s a bullshit phrase, and frankly IT AIN’T TRUE! Time makes it bearable, sure. But for me, if I allow myself to think about my last day with my dad and the fact that I had no clue that it was our last day together, all time does for me, is make it hurt more. It makes me realize that now it’s been THIRTEEN years, since I last had an actual conversation with him, since I last hugged him. In those earlier years, thinking about being with him and seeing him 2-3 years ago vs. now and it being over a decade later, was soo much easier because those memories were more fresh in my mind. Soo I say all that to say, fuck. It’s still hard, and I think it will always be hard to visit that part of my heart that I’ve locked away. Especially as we continue to get older, and we’re now raising our kids, and recognizing things that my parents did for me and my sibs, that I probably wouldn’t recognize if I weren’t a parent. I’m falling more and more in love with Matthew as I watch him be the most amazing father to our young men, so much to the point that it terrifies me. Yesterday, (as I was mentally trying to prepare myself to write this lovely excerpt) I was laying in Matt’s arms thinking about how damn much I love him and then realized, that it absolutely terrifies me to allow myself to fully love because I feel like the moment I do…I can’t even write my deepest fears because I refuse to let it exist in writing. But I just don’t want anything shitty to happen. Don’t worry, booking my next appt with my therapist in a few minutes 🙃 I realize that living that way isn’t conducive for anyone including ya girl 🙋🏾‍♀️ So I’ve decided to allow myself to fully love for the first time in 13 years. That’s not to say that I haven’t been head over hills in love with my man, my boo thang, my soul mate! However, there’s a difference between 90% and 100% know what I’m sayin? Damn, this is a long one. Sorry! Other than still figuring this shit out as the time races on by, I’ve made a shift in my career and I still can’t believe it. I quit my well paying fully remote job and took real estate classes and now I’m waiting to take my real estate exam! I pray it was the right move, but if not I’ll do what my dad was a pro at and make a way out of no way. Mom is still workin her ass off and spoiling her GamGam boys, I’m soo proud of the things she’s doing! I ain’t gonna put all her stuff on blast, but I see you MA! You’re AMAZING! Keep doing what you’re doing, because watching you is motivational! Brother is still adventurous getting the dopest most random jobs because he’s just like dad haha, he works for the Clippers (Yhup the basketball team) they’re currently just starting the off season, which is great because he decided to give his arm a little compound fracture 🤦🏾‍♀️ just like dad. Gordy is one year down at CPP and just got an electric bike, keeping true to the hippieish/vegetarian vibes. All of our young men are growing (way too fast) we’re gearing up for the twins 3rd bday and baby boy Nova is just trying to keep up with his big bros. Gosh damn it! I really wish dad were here for this phase of our lives. Until next year…

Lucky 13

[nascar-fanfics]

the mason sisters: five

summary: katelyn reveals she has a date, shopping date with the girls, and sibling bickering

word count: 4359

warnings: swearing, food

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(a/n: i created a character descriptions carrd! it’s on the masterlist, which you can find here!)

once mercy walked inside her family’s house, she waved to alex as he drove off. she closed the door, leaned her back on the deep burgundy/brown wood, and let out a heavy sigh. she closed her eyes and squealed, letting out a small jump and waving her arms back and forth. she headed upstairs with her purse, feeling her phone vibrate. she saw it was a text from katelyn. “oh jeez, what did she do now?” mercy mumbled to herself. she saw the picture of her and alex hugging that katelyn snuck. “oh my god, katelyn marie mason, i’m gonna kill you.” mercy mumbled, heading upstairs to katelyn’s room. “seriously, rascal?” mercy barged into her sister’s room, showing her the picture. “i have no recollection of taking that picture.” “katelyn, you just sent it to me.” “i have no idea what you’re talking about.” katelyn smirked, letting out a laugh as she sent tyler a message. “you’re such a little shit.” mercy shook her head chuckling as katelyn smiled. “get to bed, rascal. it’s past your bedtime.”

the next morning, mercy received a text from alex. 

‘Hey, we’ve got another meeting later today. I can pick you up if you’d like me to? It’s about the Roval this weekend. I know you’re technically not on the team, but it might help you for next year!’

‘yeah! what time is it at? i’m gonna shower and have something to eat.’

‘oh wait,  i think i have a meeting with kaulig today. this is gonna be one of my last with them, none of them besides laurie knows. she’s my media bestie, ofc she knows lmao’

‘Totally understand. Maybe we can hang out later?’

‘yeah! sounds good :)’

“ooh, mercy~!” katelyn giggles, “you got a date with alex yet?” “shut up, no i don’t! you got a date with tyler?” katelyn immediately got quiet. “no fucking way, you got a date?!” “i’m late for a meeting at GMS.” katelyn jumps off of the couch and runs to her room to grab her stuff. “katelyn marie!”

after the meeting at kaulig, and the reveal that she’s driving for hendrick next year, mercy receives a text from katelyn.

‘Yes, I have a date. It’s tonight can u help me pls I’ll stop nagging u abt Alex’

‘of course, rascal. i’ll help you with whatever you need. just know i’m gonna embarrass you when tyler comes to pick you up. he better be picking you up.’

‘Yes, he’s picking me up. Don’t embarrass me or I’ll tell Alex you like him’

‘YOU BETTER NOT’

‘:)’

mercy put her phone back in her pocket and walked back to her car. she bumped into aj, one of the teammates that have helped her a lot on and off the track. “mercy, congrats on the ride! i’m so proud of you.” he grabbed her cheek and squished it. “she’s growing up too fast!” “aj, stop!” mercy dragged out the ‘o’ and laughed. “thanks, aj. i’m gonna miss everyone. i already miss everyone and i haven’t even left yet.” “you’re gonna be great. shout me out when you get your first win.” aj laughed, giving mercy a hug. “see you this weekend.” “see ya!” mercy smiled, heading to her car again. mercy was pretty close to aj. he was a big help to her when she started out in xfinity. she checked the time on her fitbit and decided to go on a bike ride. she texted katelyn, expecting her meeting to be done.

katelyn, however, was still in her meeting. she and her teams were discussing the strategies for the next race, which was at kansas. katelyn was hoping to win that race for her sister, since her birthday was that weekend. she’s full-time in trucks next year as a rookie, but she wanted to win this weekend badly. it could give her a jumpstart to her next step in her career, but most of all, she wanted to give mercy a gift by winning. katelyn’s meeting ended, so she was able to check her phone. she saw some texts from friends, tyler, and mercy.

‘sis, i’m going on a bike ride. you up for one?’

‘Sure, it sounds fun. Lemme just say bye to everyone here and I’ll meet you back home.’

‘cool, see u then :)’

katelyn heard tyler call her name, looking up to see him waiting for her by the door. “sorry, mercy was texting me. she’s still so protective of me, even though i’m racing.” katelyn chuckled. “she’s a really good sister to you, kate, don’t take her for granted!” tyler held the door open for katelyn. “thanks. yeah, she’s a great sister, but she can be really protective of me. it kinda gets annoying, but i understand why she’s protective.” tyler nodded. “it’s a good thing, but yeah, it can be annoying. want me to drop you off at your place?” “i’m okay, thanks. i drove myself here since our meetings were at the same time. merc and i are going on a bike ride. something’s up if she wants to go on a bike ride.” “understandable. i’ll see you tonight, kate!” tyler gave katelyn a hug and headed to his truck, a blush on katelyn’s cheeks. “se-see you tonight!” she waved, getting in her car. “oh my god, it’s really happening. holy shit, holy shit.” katelyn turned her car on, connecting her phone to the speakers to play folklore for the 20th time this week.

on her way back home, she received a text from mercy, telling her that she was home and getting herself ready for the bike ride. “thanks, mercy! i’ll see you in a bit. i’m getting on the highway.” katelyn used speech-to-text, being a safe driver. “send.” a small woosh sound emerged from the speakers, then folklore started playing again. katelyn tapped her hand against the steering wheel while singing, and belting out the saddest lyrics at any chance she could get. katelyn decided to get herself and mercy something to drink, so she headed to taco bell and got herself a pepsi and mercy a baja blast. she decided to go in and get the drinks, also adding cinnabon delights to her mobile order. she got a text from mercy again.

‘laurie decided to join us. you good w that?’

‘Absolutely! I’m bringing us snacks and drinks. What does she like?’

‘she loves baja blast. we’re the baja blast bitches.’

‘Sounds good. Be home in five’

‘yeehaw!!’

katelyn picked up the drinks and cinnabon delights, heading back out to her car and connecting her phone again, playing her adrenaline playlist. she got way into the playlist at one point and sped up a bit. “mom and dad would kill me.” katelyn chuckled to herself. speeding on a highway would make her parents kill her, but not speeding on a race track? katelyn switched lanes to get to her exit, turning onto the street. katelyn turned her music down, and pulled into her driveway after another few minutes of driving. katelyn headed inside with the drinks and the cinnabon delights. “i’m home! got a snack and drinks.” katelyn shut the door behind her after placing the food and drinks down. “hey rascal! how was your meeting?” mercy came downstairs and gave her sister a hug. “we talked about next week’s strategies. you know i’m gonna be kicking ass to get that win for you.” “kate, you don’t have to win next week.” mercy smiled, placing her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “this is just a jumpstart for you for next year! we’re both starting out on new teams. you’re only part time right now. it’s not a big deal if you don’t win!” “merc, i want that win.” katelyn breathed. “i-i need that win. i need to show you and the world that i’m a good driver.” katelyn shook a bit, letting out a shaky sigh. “kate, what happened? is it anxiety because of tonight?” mercy sat katelyn down, bringing her in for a hug. “katelyn, tyler is a great guy. he’s such a gentleman, you have nothing to worry about-” “what if i fuck tonight up? we’re full-time teammates next year. what if i fuck up our friendship? what if this isn’t gonna go anywhere? it’s gonna be so fucking awkward next year if this doesn’t go right.” katelyn shook again, leaning herself onto mercy. “kate, tonight is gonna go really well. maybe i can have laurie and austin bring over wallace? i could ask alex if he can bring finn and roscoe over?” “i-i should be okay. i just need to get my mind clear.” katelyn sighed, wiping her eyes. “i appreciate you helping me, mercy. you’re the best.” mercy smiled, rubbing her sister’s head. “i’m always here for you.”

laurie texted mercy that she arrived to the mason house. katelyn opened the door and saw austin walking laurie to the door. “hey katelyn!” laurie smiled, giving katelyn a hug. “hi laurie, hi austin.” “hello there!” mercy muffled with a cinnabon delight in her mouth. “general kenobi!” austin responded to mercy, the pair laughing. “how are you? i’m still planning on third-wheeling y’all’s costume this year. anakin and padmé, right?” mercy laughed, giving austin and laurie a hug. “yeah! i’m still trying to find that ombre sunset dress.” laurie laughed along with everyone. “i might third-wheel y’all. maybe.” mercy laughed. “if i can find a fake beard, i’m definitely going as obi-wan!” “that’s a thing to think about.” katelyn stifled a laugh. “hey, i hate to cut this short, but i should get going. wallace is alone at the moment in the truck, and i have a meeting at penske to get to. i’ll see you tonight, laurie.” austin gave laurie a hug and a kiss on the top of her head. “see you tonight, we’re watching moulin rouge, whether you like it or not. you know i need my daily dose of ewan mcgregor.” “be ready, austin, she’s gonna be doing the choreo, background vocals, reciting every line, and crying all at the same time.” mercy laughed. “oh god, i remember the first time we watched that together.” katelyn laughed. “laurie couldn’t stop crying.” “y’all are mean.” laurie pouted. “see you tonight, austin. drive safe!” laurie blew a kiss to austin. he caught it and put his hand over his mouth. “they’re too cute.” katelyn pouted. “i know, i’m so glad i pushed her to go on that date with him.” mercy smiled, finishing her last cinnabon delight and taking a sip of her baja blast. “so, laurie, got some good news.” mercy clapped her hands together and turned to katelyn. “oh? you and alex finally together?” she smiled, giggling. “no, not yet. my favorite rascal has a date tonight. with tyler!” mercy giggled, jumping up and down. “no way!! oh my god, that’s awesome! i’m excited for you!” laurie squeaked, hugging katelyn. “where are y’all going? have you decided on an outfit?” “uh, n-no. i don’t really have anything that would look nice. we’re going to 131 main. i think it might be upscale, so something nice.” “well, let’s combine our bike ride and go find you a dress, or a nice pantsuit? whatever you like!” laurie smiled, putting her purse back on after setting it on one of the tables around the couches. “i-i don’t wanna take up our bike ride, though. i can find something in my closet.” “uh-uh, rascal, we’re going to find you something you like.” mercy grabbed her drink, finished it, and tossed it in the sink so she can rinse it when she gets back.

the girls were about five minutes away from the closest store when mercy got a text from alex. she decided to answer him after they get to the store, since she could crash her bike. “girls, can we stop for a sec? my leg hurts.” laurie slowed her bike down as the mason sisters stopped theirs. “you good?” mercy propped her bike up and headed over to laurie. “just a small leg pain. i haven’t been biking for a few weeks.” “take all the time you need, laurie!” katelyn nodded, checking her phone. mercy decided to check her text from alex.

‘Are you biking with Katelyn and another woman? I swear I just saw you on my way to Taco Bell.’

‘of course you’re going to taco bell! yeah, laurie joined us. we’re combining a bike ride and getting something for rascal to wear tonight. she’s going on her very first date with tyler! i’m so happy for her :’)’

‘Is it cool if he holds her hand?’

‘is it wrong to think it’s lame for them to dance?’

‘See this is why we’re friends, we have the exact same music taste. The shop is gonna be nuts and everyone is gonna be annoyed with us 😂’

‘we have the same music taste, humor, favorite food… are we destined to be together as friends forever?’

“why the hell did i send that text?” mercy facepalmed, groaning. “did you finally admit to alex that you like him?” katelyn smirked as laurie stretched her legs again. “no, i basically told him we’re destined to be together forever because of our similarities.” mercy looked to the highway. “maybe if i go fast enough i can kill myself from embarrassment.” “no way, you gotta win a championship before that.” laurie stood up and walked towards mercy and back to her bike. “fine. shit, he texted back! ‘fine by me, you’re really cool. i’m glad we’re teammates and that you understand my awkwardness’ with a smiley face.” “i’m going to combust at how cute you two are.” laurie gagged and katelyn laughed. “shut it, you two. laurie, are you good?” “yeah, i’m okay. let’s go.” the three women set off on their bikes.

after checking three stores and stopping for sodas, katelyn finally found her dress. a short, shimmery purple dress with long sleeves that’s off-the-shoulder. “katelyn… wow. if i were tyler, my jaw would be on the floor.” laurie gasped. “rascal… you look stunning! that’s the dress! i need to get a picture of you in it, you look so gorgeous.” mercy grabbed her phone and snapped a few pictures, sending them to katelyn. she also decided to tell alex that they found a dress, sending him the nicest picture.

‘yo! we found a dress for katelyn. it’s definitely her, dontcha think?’

‘Wow! That’s definitely her. She looks so nice! I don’t really know women’s clothing that well, but purple is her color.’

“alex said you look really nice and that purple is your color.” mercy smiled as laurie took a few pictures of katelyn. “alright, stop, you’re making me blush. tell alex i said thanks.” katelyn giggled, hiding her face. “austin said you look amazing and that he wishes you luck on your date.” “tell him i said thank you!” katelyn giggled again, looking at herself in the mirror. “damn, i look really hot.” she posed, taking some selfies. “get over here you two, i want a pic from today to remember.”

after many selfies and fighting who buys the dress, laurie and mercy split the cost and bought katelyn a matching mask to her dress. mercy had received another text from alex. “hey, alex wants to know if we want him to pick us up in his truck. he says he has room for us and our bikes in the trunk.” mercy grabbed a pretzel nugget from her cup, getting her fingers covered in cinnamon sugar. “yeah, that’d be great. i’d appreciate it. that hill killed my legs.” laurie rubbed her calves, fixing her mask on her wrist. mercy put her mask on her wrist after it fell from her ear multiple times. “sure, i’m up for it.” katelyn smiled. “you get the front, of course. more time spent close to each other.” both laurie and katelyn wiggled their eyebrows. “you both suck.” mercy rolled her eyes, chuckling, and texting alex back. “he said he’ll be here in ten minutes. anything else we need to do?” “i can’t think of anything. we should get something for alex, though. maybe a drink or something to eat?” katelyn scarffed down her last pretzel nugget. “i’m buying. you both bought my dress, it’s the least i could do.” “fine.” laurie put her card away, checking her phone. “you think alex could drop me off at my place?” “he’ll probably ask, since we don’t live together.” “how cool would that be? the three of us living together…” katelyn smiled. “dude, we already have one side of the duplex.” mercy chuckled. “anyways, laurie is probably gonna move in with austin. god, i’m a loner! you two have someone and alex and i aren’t even anywhere close to talking!” mercy laughed, taking a sip of her mountain dew. “you two are gonna get together soon, i know it.” laurie and katelyn nodded. “seriously, sis, you’re absolutely gorgeous. how the hell has alex not asked you out? if i were him, i’d be giving you my last name immediately.” “alright, that’s weird hearing that come from my baby sister. hey, alex is five out. we should get his snack and head outside so he can see us.”

after katelyn bought alex pretzel nuggets, the three women headed outside, unlocked their bikes, and waited for alex’s truck to come into view. “seriously, though, i’m surprised our bikes weren’t stolen. covid is a thing, no one has anything better to do.” “probably ‘cause they’re all home.” laurie chuckled. “hey, i see alex’s truck!” katelyn waved, mercy turning her head to see alex waving to them. she grabbed alex’s pretzel bites and pepsi, rolling her bike to his truck. “i gotcha. get in the truck, i can do this.” alex nodded to the women, mercy insisting. “dude, i’m helping you, whether you like it or not.” she laughed as katelyn and laurie got into the back seats of alex’s truck, seeing dog fur on the seats. “finn and roscoe sparkles!” katelyn smiled, brushing her legs off. mercy chuckled at her sister. “want me to get on the truck bed and strap them down?” “nah, i can do that! it’s a little tricky.” alex climbed into the truck bed, strapping the first bike down. “next one.” mercy handed alex the bike, their fingers lightly grazing each other. the oldest mason sister felt her face get hot. shaking her head, she handed alex the next bike. alex jumped down from the truck bed, shaking the bikes. he closed the bed and brushed his hands off. “oh, uh, do you want us to wear our masks in your truck?” “no big deal, i’m fine with whatever.” “okay, i promise i’m safe.” mercy took her mask off and hopped into alex’s truck. “sorry about the mess. roscoe saw the mailman and went nuts.” he laughed, brushing off the dashboard. “thank god you haven’t been in my car for a while.” mercy laughed. “katelyn got startled and spilled her soda everywhere. i can’t get the smell of baja blast out of my car. not complaining, though, it’s yummy.” “not my fault that biker sped past us going thirty over the limit!” katelyn mumbled as laurie laughed. “oh, laurie, has austin texted you?” “yeah, he said his meeting ran over and that he’ll be home soon. alex, is it possible for you to drop me off?” “yeah, all good. you’ll have to direct me, i have no idea where i’m going.” he laughed, turning onto the highway.

“here comes the best part!” mercy yelled, headbanging to cemetery drive. “when will i miss youuu? when will i miss youuu sooo faaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr?!” mercy and laurie sang, finishing off the song with fake crying. “oh to see my chemical romance live. i absolutely love them, i got into them way too late.” mercy sighed, checking the time. “shit, we’ve got an hour until the rascal’s date!” “shit, shit, shit…” katelyn groaned. “i hope he won’t be early.” alex turned into austin’s driveway, seeing his car and laurie’s car. “thanks, alex! highly appreciate it. tell me everything about kate’s date, masons. i’ll see you soon!” “see you soon, clark.” mercy waved. “i’ll walk her to the door!” katelyn jumped out of her seat, closing the door behind her. mercy watched the two women the entire time, sighing. “what’s on your mind?” alex asked his future teammate. “just can’t believe my baby sister is going on her first date tonight. i’m imagining her in her dress walking into the restaurant tyler is taking her to… she’s growing up way too fast. it feels like yesterday she was just born.” mercy sniffed, not realizing a tear had fallen down her face. alex gently handed her a napkin so she could wipe her eyes. mercy mumbled a small thanks as katelyn walked back to the truck. “hey, i’m starting to feel ready for tonight. alex, make sure she’s okay. i feel like she’ll sob the second i leave the house.” katelyn chuckled, tapping her sister’s head. “don’t frickin’ cry when i leave!” “yes ma’am.” mercy sniffed, laughing.

“alex, wanna come in? i’m not doing much tonight. unless, uh, if you have something to do, that’s fine as well. i was gonna watch a movie or two until the rascal gets home.” mercy shrugged, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “yeah, that’d be cool. i’ll just have to let the dogs out.” alex nodded. “sounds good!” “i thought you were gonna help me with my hair!” katelyn pouted. mercy turned her head and smirked. “i’m gonna make it look terrible.” the brunette woman cackled a fake evil laughter, drumming her fingers together. “i’m joking, you’re gonna look amazing.” alex chuckled at the sibling banter, thinking about his childhood with his brothers. all day, katelyn felt nervous about her first date with tyler. it’s her first date ever. she couldn’t believe it was finally happening. katelyn and tyler had gained a quick friendship being the youngest members of the team. saving her from her thoughts, katelyn saw her house in the distance. “i’m really nervous for tonight.” she quivered, picking at the skin around her fingers. “you’re gonna be looking amazing, kate. you’ve got nothing to worry about.” mercy reached her hand back for katelyn to hold. “if he doesn’t pick you up, i’m gonna personally kick his ass.” “i’ll record the entire thing.” alex laughed, tapping his steering wheel. “just be yourself, katelyn. that’s what tyler likes about you.” “alex, we should disguise ourselves and make sure we’re sitting at the table across from them!” mercy rested her hand on alex’s shoulder, holding her other hand on her face. “we should get those classes with the nose and mustache.” “hell yeah!” mercy and alex laughed, katelyn pouting. “i swear if i see you tonight, i’m gonna sue you for stalking.” “oh, honey, you’re never gonna get rid of me.” mercy blew a kiss to her sister as alex pulled up to the mason house.

mercy gave alex a drink after heading into the house. katelyn was already in her room, fixing up her makeup. her phone dinged with a message from tyler.

‘Hey! I’m coming to get you a little early. Traffic is gonna get busy soon. Maybe they can seat us early as well. I’ll be there in twenty.’

‘Alright! I’m excited to see you. I’ll see you in twenty!’ “merc! tyler’s gonna be here in twenty!” katelyn yelled from her room, taking a breath and putting on her mascara. “shit, shit, shit.” “hey, i’m here. mind if alex joins?” “nah, he’s chill.” mercy sat down next to katelyn and looked at the hair ideas that her sister decided on. “this looks easy to me. it’s quick, simple, but pretty.” mercy kept the picture up and brushed out katelyn’s hair. “whaddya think, alex?” she handed alex katelyn’s phone. he looked up at katelyn and back at the picture. “i know nothing about women’s hair, but i feel like it’ll look nice on you, katelyn.” he handed katelyn’s phone back to her. “thanks, i liked that one a lot. like mercy said, it’s simple and pretty-OW!” katelyn hissed at the pain of a knot in her hair. “did you brush your hair today?” “yeah, but the wind didn’t help.” “that’s why i keep mine in braids all the time. we got mom’s baby-fine hair and dad’s thick hair.” “you’re blessed with the easily detangled hair, though.” katelyn sighed, leaning back. mercy pushed her sister’s head forward and finished brushing it. “sit up straight, miss.” “yes ma’am.” alex chuckled at the sibling bickering. “thank god i didn’t have any sisters growing up. no offense.” “none taken, alex. at least i didn’t have any brothers.” mercy tilted her head, shooting him a short gaze of sarcasm. katelyn couldn’t get her mind off of the date tonight and started to feel nervous again. as if she practically said it out loud, mercy decided to connect her phone to the speakers katelyn had in her room and played some music to calm her down, or maybe boost her confidence. “it’s a little quiet in here, i can hear rascal’s thoughts. here’s this, it’s a playlist that makes me feel hella confident. i play it before each race.” she pressed shuffle and michael buble’s soft, baritone voice filled the room. “shit, it’s already to a good start.” katelyn moved her upper body to the beat. “i love this song, it always makes me feel like i’m the baddest bitch in the world. michael buble, how the hell do you do it?” “he’s hot. i like his voice. and i’m feeelinngggg gooooooood~!” katelyn sang, taking her phone out and recording a new video for her instagram story. she and mercy sang along to the confidence booster of a song, while alex tapped his foot to the beat. once katelyn was done, she posted the video. “i usually don’t listen to anything like this, but his voice is fantastic.” alex raised his eyebrows, a small smile on his face. “i can see confidence rising in this room.” the trumpets grew louder, along with the sisters singing. “it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life, it’s a new life, for meeeeeee~!” the sisters belted, mercy singing into her microphone hairbrush. “and i’m feeeeelllliiinnnggg goood~” finishing off the song, mercy swayed her hips, forgetting alex was in the room. immediately after the song ended, she had a bright red blush on her face. “so-sorry about that. i never get like that around anyone.” alex blinked multiple times, a bit of a blush on his face. “merc, this song brings out the bad bitch in you, you’re supposed to go nuts whenever that song comes on! he was probably in a trance.” katelyn applied another brush of mascara, touching up her lipstick as well. she turned around to face mercy, whose face was horribly red at this point. “i don’t feel nervous anymore, i feel like a bad bitch. we switched places.” “ha. so funny.” mercy mumbled. “alright, time for me to get dressed. both of you, outta here!” katelyn pointed to the hallway leading to the stairs. “yes ma’am.” both alex and mercy blurted. 

#nascar

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I finally finished this bit! Certain parts are...not to my standards but I kept blanking so I just pushed through to wrap everything up decently! But Mafia Aus need to continue!

I hope you enjoy this one folks!

@yandere-linked-universe you remember when I was mentioning this part of the au during our chats! Hopefully I did it justice!

"You should be HERE. Working."

"Look, I didn't leave cause I wanted to, unlike you, I have classes to attend on occasion."

"What?"

"Classes. School. The thing the old man insisted we do in order to keep the feds off us? Remember?"

"Ah, fuck." Legend snorted at that, understanding that feeling.

"I honestly can't wait for you idiots to graduate." Warriors grumbled.

"Mm, me too." Legend grabbed his keys and turned off his bike.

"How long until you're back?" He nods to a few acquaintances from his previous classes.

"Just have to sit through one class, not like I have much to do here:" He would have tested out of all classes sooner, but that always led to some type of unwanted attention.

"Thank the gods." Warriors was heard muttering, the sound of paper being shuffled around made its way into Legend's ear.

He sighed as he entered the classroom, already feeling that horrid sense of boredom all students have that came with the idea of sitting for an hour listening to a teacher to drone on and on.

"I'm in class, got to go. Talk later." Warriors grunted and the call ended.

He snorted softly and scanned the room as he picked up the orientation packet that was on the teacher's desk for the students, noting the small amount of people there despite being close to the starting hour.

Eyeing the seats, he took his place in the far back, set on just passing the class chatting with the others. He knew the teacher and already expected they likely wouldn't be in the mood of doing much today anyway.

He sat down, leaning forward on the desk, resting his jaw on his palm.

...

Ugh. He was already annoyed by this.

...

...

He boredly watched his classmates slowly trickling in, already pushing them out of his mind after taking note of their faces.

Finally, the teacher walked into the room, five minutes before class was scheduled to start, announcing ahead of time that they would be watching a video today.

Dull, he should have asked for his schedule ahead of time to avoid this.

...

(He had only turned away for a moment)

It seemed that everyone that would be arriving had settled into their seats. Yet as the teacher opened their mouth to speak, the door burst open, just as the bell rang to start class.

(The first voice didn't mean anything to him. Not bothering to open his eyes to categorize his new classmate.)

"We're sorry for being late!"

The teacher looked at the at the clock in response. "Well you came on time so I'll let it slide since it's the first day."

He hears a sigh of relief.

(The second voice...it froze him, locking his body in place.)

"Saved by the bell, literally in this case."

"I don't you we would make it!"

"Yes yes, go find a seat girls." A brief period between one moment and the next but it was all it took.

He forced himself to look up.

He needed to look up.

(Don'tBeALieDon'tBeALieDon'tBeALiePleaseDon'tBeALie-)

He was unprepared for the way he heart started racing. How the world around him slowly faded out, only leaving her in his vision.

She was beautiful.

He couldn't stop gazing at her smile, couldn't stop silently begging her to look at him as she walked down each row, so he could have the honor of her smile directed at him.

And her laughter.

When had it been since he last heard such carefree laughter?

(When had it slowly become strained, yet still so genuine? When was it when they had foolishly taken it away?)

It scared him greatly to think that she could vanish from his sight again.

He couldn't stop looking at her, his already racing heart nearly aching with intensity as she walked through the class and sat in the seat in front of him.

The room immediately darkened as the teacher turned off the lights. The projector being the only source of light in the room.

He could feel the air shift as she moved, the way her scent drift to his nose.

He could only swallow back the choked sob that wanted to escape his lips.

He could never forget her scent. Yet it was as if he was experiencing it all over again.

Where had she been? Where had she BEEN?

They searched for so LONG. Searched for so long, so desperately. but it didn't matter. Because she was here. He would be in this room with her for a whole hour.

That thought froze him, a touch of ice stabbing through his joy.

Only an hour, one hour so close to her presence. But not close enough.

There was so much they needed to prepare for now that she was found, they had to ready the house for her arrival. Perhaps if he asked the captain-

...

...?..?

(It was with that thought that he realized, in the dim light in the darken room, his hand was stretched out, reaching right for her.)

...

...

...He couldn't do it.

(His hand wavered in it's place in the air.)

He couldn't subject her to that treatment, to the same cruelty that they subjected her with time and time again.

(He began to lower his hand.)

He wanted to experience the warmth of his hand held in hers. To have her smiles directed at him with warmth and care.

To have her close to his side, to never know another day without her kindness.

...But not like this...

He couldn't...

He couldn't hurt her like that again.

Never again.

(...He placed his trembling hand back on the his desk.)

His whole body trembled as a result of the action.

He tried to calm himself down but taking a deep breath.

It helped greatly.

Her scent was as he remembered. So delicate, but so very distinct.

It was comforting.

So very comforting that he didn't fight the gentle lull of sleep as it blanketed him, causing him to rest his head in his arms. Her scent wrapping around his senses and making him feel utterly safe.

...He missed it dearly...

Nothing could have hid the trembling shoulders as he silently sobbed in blissful relief.

He was so close to her. Could faintly hear her breathing and almost feel her warmth, it was blissfully intoxicating. To think, he had been upset that the first class of the school day had been an hour long.

But now, resting his head, taking in his beloved's scent, hearing her breathing.

He was upset it was only an hour.

He drifts off to sleep, so relaxed. So safe.

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"...Hey...wake up."

When he awoke, he was groggy. (When was the last time he slept so deeply?) He groaned softly and slowly began to move, his back popping as he straightened up. He took in his surroundings. Noticing it was still dark, but light pouring from the doorway allowed him to remember where he was.

Oh right. Class.

He stretched, slowly allowing his memories to return, the haze of sleep making things sluggish.

He didn't understand how (y/n) dealt with this her whole life, he could barely have the few classes he had now.

That thought was enough to allow the memories to trickle back in—coming to class, and the sudden appearance of Her. Legend sucked in a breath and he quickly began scanning the room.

The seat in front of him was empty

Where was she?

Where was she?!??

He could feel himself begin to panic

How could he have relaxed so easily?!

Now that she was no longer in his sight, a sense of urgency and panic washed through him.

He had to find her. It couldn't have been a dream. He really saw her!! she had been there! How could he let his guard down so easily?!? He had enemies here! Could they have found her? He would have them killed.

So engrossed in his frenzied spiraling thoughts, that he didn't notice the shadow casted over him until a hand was waving in his face.

He flinched back as he was brought out of his thoughts. A brief sense of annoyance and anger passing thought at the thought of a stranger getting so close.

"Don't wanna be late for the next class buddy!"

He huffed and faced the individual who woke him up. Ready to close the conversation and immediately begin his search.

"Yes yes, thank you for waking me..." his voice died off, he felt his face go slack. His heart returning to that rapid pace as a face came into view, more familiar to him than his own. 

"You must have been pretty tired, you slept through the whole class!" He never wanted to stop hearing her beautiful voice, how light and kind it was.

"Well...it's been a rough time." He rasped softly, flinching at his own voice.

"Oh?"

It was at that moment, the teacher decided to turn on the classroom lights.

"...Hey...you sure you're okay?" He blinked at her, bring his hand up and touching his face, drawing his hand back and seeing moisture on it.

...When did he start crying?

"You okay?" She looked like she wanted to wipe away his tear herself.

Oh...his beloved darling, gentle even to a supposed stranger.

"...y-yes..." his voice cracks again as he rubs his cheeks, hoping to save himself from further embarrassment.

"Hey.." she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, his focus immediately zoning in on the physical contact and he repressed a shiver, her touch so delicate but oh so warm. It was scorching.

"Hey, it's alright. Everything's alright."

...

He wanted to hold her so much.

To do nothing more than cry within her arms, to let go. To apologize and repent over and over.

Because her words eased his soul more than she could possibly comprehend.

Because she was right.

She was right.

She was absolutely right.

Everything was alright now.

Because she was HERE. She was here, safe. With him. And soon, with all of them.

Their constant night terrors, their doubts, those horrid fears, they were all meaningless now.

There was no more fears of 'if' they would find her.

Of waking up one day and realizing her warmth was a cruel cruel dream.

Because she was here. She was right. here.

It made him want to grin so badly, but he repressed it. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

Every year he waited for her was now worth every second.

This moment was everything he could hope for, and that's what made it so much more agonizing when a voice grabbed their attention, breaking it.

"(y/n)! We're gonna be late!" His darling turned to the voice and smile.

"I'll be right there!" She looked back at him.

"Um," she starts awkwardly, "So...I know it won't seem much coming from a stranger, but everyone has hard days. So stay strong, okay?"

He nodded.

She smiles brightly at him. "You can do it!"

He wants to give into his urges right then and there, but he refused to, not again.

"Thank you." He says genuinely, love hidden behind his gratitude.

Her smile relaxes from it's anxious state, but stays as beautiful as always. With a small wave, she walks over to her acquaintance.

And he felt the absence of her presence almost instantly.

He watched her quietly as she walked up to her friend, muttering something that made the both of them laugh.

It was a spur of the moment decision, but almost without a thought, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo as she turned to the door, able to catch her full image in the shot.

His heart sank as she slipped out of the room. Already feeling the anxious fear of her being out of his sight. The urge to scream and beg for her to return so intense that he almost didn't know what to do.

He merely took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Gathering his things, his thoughts drifted to the events that had taken place today.

He walked into the room expecting something dull, expecting things to be predictably boring.

And now he was walking out of the classroom with more joy and shiver inducing giddiness that he doubted anyone but the others could understand.

...The others...

He stared down at his phone blankly, gripping it tightly.

He should tell the others immediately. This wasn't something that could be hidden. If things had been different and someone else found her first, he would want to know to.

He should tell them....

...Then again...

He tapped out a single line, sending it with a large smirk.

'Meeting tonight.'

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and felt like whistling as he walked out of the school building, already counting the hours until they all gathered together.

He will most definitely tell them. But not just yet.

It was only a few hours, what's the harm? Let him enjoy this wonderful occasion by himself, he most certainly won't be able to after today,

He deserves it after all.

He was the lucky bastard that found her first.

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(That's all she wrote~!)

#linked universe #lu legend #yandere linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #loz #mafia au #yandere linked universe x reader

[milazka]

not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.

the less i know the better masterlist

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summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.

warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking

last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.

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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose. 

“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her. 

“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare. 

“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.

“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”

“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins. 

“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched. 

“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.

“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.

“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.

“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget. 

He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance. 

“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious. 

“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.

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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash. 

“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt. 

“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.

“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.

Crying is for the weak.

She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.

“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?” 

Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.

“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm. 

“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?” 

“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well. 

“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.

“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?” 

He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.

“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.

“Show me.” 

“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.

“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,” 

“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine. 

“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.

Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.

“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties. 

“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds.  She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.

“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him. 

“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him. 

“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl. 

“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?” 

“Uh no, should I have?” 

“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.

“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?” 

“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question. 

“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.

He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye  before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.

“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.

At leats he know where the clit is.

"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.  

“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.

He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.

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[twinkleimagines]

Biker boy

Summary: Rafe takes you for a ride on his new bike and things get steamy

Warnings: SMUT ⚠️

“ just keep your hands around my waist “ Rafe instructed, pulling on your hands until they were around his waist. You rolled your eyes while he smirked, looking over his shoulder at you as your hands landed on his crotch when he dropped them.

“ c’mon pretty boy show me what you got” you whispered in his ear. He sighed heavily before revving the bike up, the vibration of the engine rattling your thighs.

Rafe quickly took off down the dirt road behind his house, quickly following a trail into the woods. Your arms held tightly against his waist as the both of you zoomed through the trails. You couldn’t help but to stare at Rafe as the wind kept brushing through his hair. The way the setting sun shined on his face through the trees, his jaw so perfectly outlined.

You couldn’t believe this literal perfected being was yours . Rafe was a handful yes but behind closed doors he could be a sweet heart, and I literal fucking monster in the sheets.

God the sex. Just the thought of him fucking you made you moan.

Or maybe it was the vibrations from the bike consistently applying friction and pressure to an area of yours.

You snapped out of your trance when you realized the joke was coming to a haunt , deep in the middle of the woods.

“ why are we here?” You asked as he turned the bike off.

“ privacy” he said while shrugging his shoulders. You climbed off the bike, your thighs sticking to the side as you were wearing a short sundress . Race tugged on his polo black shirt as he fanned the sweat on his chest from the hundred degree weather as his eyes roamed the woods, a small creek only a little further down the trail.

“ baby, it’s so pretty” you said walking over to him , wrapping your arms around us waist.

“ it is isn’t it” he said , his voice low as he looked down at you with lustful eyes. You could recognize that look anywhere. You grinned before lifting yourself up on your toes as he leaned down meeting you half way before your lips connected . You moaned into the kiss as you felt his hand squeezing against your left cheek.

“ you like the bike? “ he asked , not taking his eyes off of you.

“ mhm, the tires are bigger, the body is bigger , I really like it “ you beamed looking over at the propped up bike. It was silent for a second before you looked back up at him, grinning .

“And I really liked the way it vibrated against my pussy” you said, causing Rafe's eyes to widen. He gulped loudly, completely taken back to your sudden words. You chuckled slightly before walking away from him, walking towards the bike. Rafe stood with his hands in his pockets, tugging in his shorts some to attempt to hide his growing member as he watched you straddle over the bike, the sundress riding up your bare thigh that shined against the yellow sun light . He groaned slightly, just the sight of you causing him to feel things he had never felt with any other woman.

“ what baby?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder innocently while holding onto the handles, arching your back some causing your breasts to stand out.

Rafe instead only walked to wards you, his eyes focused on yours.

“ scoot up” he spoke as he began to lift his leg over the bike, sitting behind you. You did as told, schooling your hips up further against the seat. Rafe reached up from behind you, cranking the bike back up, watching as you closed your eyes for a second , the vibration feeling you once felt a few moments ago flowing through you again, perfectly massaging your clit against your now soaking panties.

“ that feel good princess?” Rafe questioned, his lips centimeters away from your ear. You leaned your head back some in bliss before nodding , moaning out a soft yes .

“ yeah?” He asked before pressing his hands against your hips, pushing against this some before pulling you back towards him.

“ you like that baby girl?” He asked again as he moved your hips again, causing you to slowly grind against the top of his seat.

“ yes Rafe” you moaned out a little louder this time.

Rafe reached forward with one of his hands, tugging up the front of your dress , allowing your body to press closer to the seat .

“ oh my god” you moaned out as you continued rocking your hips against his seat, your ass pressing against his crotch with each grinding motion.

Rafe began kissing against your neck as you continued rolling your hips back and forth , the familiar sensation feeling building in you.

“ you gonna cum princess?” He asked as one of his hands began rubbing circles against your clit, your hips grinding against his long fingers.

“ yes baby” you cried out, moving your hips quicker against him.

"cum for me princess" he instructed while you moved your hips against his bike.

"Fuck Rafe" You cried out as you leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling your climax rush through your body.

You began to relax your shoulders as your movements came to a halt before you began to lift your leg off the bike, but instead Rafe just pushed on your back, causing you to lean forward against the handle bar.

"Rafe?" You asked, looking over your shoulder. Your eyes widened as you watched Rafe pull his rock hard shaft out of his shorts, his hands quickly tugging on the back of your dress. You lifted your hips, arching your back giving him more access as he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your already soaked core.

"Lift up some baby" Rafe instructed as his hands held against your hips , pulling you back towards him. You did as told, lifting your hips up just enough so he had access . You gasped loudly as you felt his tip press against you before you lowered back down, causing a heavy sigh to release from him.

"god baby... fuck" He groaned out as he laid his head down against your back for a moment, keeping himself still in you as he allowed you to adjust to his size. It didn't last long though until he began grinding his hips upwards, your body itself moving with his as he slowly moved in and out of you, his forehead still pressed firmly against your back.

You had never felt something like this. Between the vibration from the bike engine, Rafe deeply inside of you, and the excitement from being out in the woods, easily could be seen from anyone in all directions was beyond overwhelming. You moaned loudly with each thrust , your heated core pressed firmly against the bike once again.

Rafe trailed his hand up your stomach to your breast, eventually making its way to your throat. You gasped slightly as he applied pressure, pulling your head back towards him.

"You're such a dirty girl princess" he groaned out, his thrusts picking up speed. "You like getting fucked on my bike, in the woods" He spoke out, his voice deep and horse. "Where anyone can see you" You could only simply moan to his words, too occupied with the pleasure you were receiving to actually form a sentence.

"Fuck you're so damn sexy y/n " He groaned as he felt his climax building. You reached your hand back, tugging on his hair as you felt his thrusts become rough, deep throaty groans leaving his mouth as he shot his load into you.

You both sat for a second before he finally pulled away, letting you get off the bike.

"C'mon princess i need a shower " He responded as you both were soaked in sweat.

You grinned as you nodded before readjusting your panties.

You quickly placed yourself behind him on the bike, wrapping your arms around him.

"Hurry up and lets get back to your place" You suggested. "So we can finish this in the shower" You whispered seductively in his ear.

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[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

This Boy (George Harrison x Female!Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all! welcome to my first oneshot! a lot of my stories are very plot-driven and they end up becoming these long chapter fics but I'm gonna see if I can make a handful of oneshots in the next little bit to kind of give yous something to read while waiting for the longer fics to finish up. this is my first one, and it's for Georgie!

Summary: It's date night, and you're more than ready to meet your mystery date; George, however, is not.

WARNINGS: Swearing is in almost all my fics, so this one isn't safe either probably, hints of suggestive behaviour, slow burn, friends to lovers, lack of self-editing probably, etc. *This fic is also LONG AF so I would advise y'all to start reading this when you have nothing else to do*

I'll rate this one as a T. Enjoy, folks!

George checked the clock on the wall again and sighed gently.

You were still getting ready.

As much as it disappointed him, George agreed-- well, more like offered-- to drive you to your blind date one of your girlfriends set you up on.

It's not that he wasn't excited or proud of you for getting yourself out there. He knew you'd been meaning to do that since graduating school.

He was just frustrated at the fact that whichever lucky man was going on a date with you that night wasn't him.

When he found out about the date, he immediately vocalized his distrust for the mystery person, despite knowing absolutely zero about him. You seemed heartbroken at that, and to make it up to you, he offered to drive you to the date.

So there he was, sitting on the sofa in the living area of your flat, waiting for you to finish getting ready.

George had taken you to school dances in the past, and while your mother let you wear makeup to them, it never took you this long to apply it.

You were definitely dressing to impress tonight.

"Lucky man," he just mumbled under his breath at the thought of that boy.

You and George had been friends since you were children, and he deemed you his Best Friend Forever only an hour into your first playtime.

You spent your days as children riding your bikes to the park to play, and helping each other with homework at each other's houses every night.

However, that sort of platonic "buddy-buddy" dynamic changed when the both of you hit puberty.

It wasn't until a boy at George's school questioned him if you were his girlfriend, that George realized he had a crush on you. Some of his friends had girl friends, and they were always teased about whether or not they were dating, but this was the first time anyone had put you and George together.

After this discovery, (which he would endlessly thank the young boy who opened his eyes to the truth in the first place) George began to notice lots of little things about you that he hadn't before.

You would run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head during hugs, you never took your eyes away from him when he was speaking; there hadn't been one time to name that you'd ever made him upset or angry, but more or less excited, and free, and joyous.

And not to mention, the way you called him "Georgie" made his heart pound so loud and hard in his chest that he might as well have just completed a marathon...

He was in love with everything only when you were around.

Actually, as awkward as George thinks it is, Paul helped him realize he was physically attracted to you.

The boys were on their way to George's after school, a few years after George realized he had a little crush on you, and the teenagers both caught sight of you watering the front garden of your home at the request of your mother.

George stopped in his tracks when he saw you, his mouth hanging open as he watched you do your thing. After being enrolled in his boy's school, you never had much time to see one another, as much as it hurt him; so he cherished every moment he could see you.

"If her ma catches you out the window starin' at her daughter's arse the way you're doin' right now Harrison, they'll rip your tongue right out."

George's face went bright red, and he turned to look at Paul in horror, slapping him on the arm for saying such a thing. "I wasn't staring at her like that!" But he couldn't help but steal a glance at your behind since it was now the topic of discussion, though he really didn't want it to be.

Paul knew George felt compelled to say something to you, and he smirked as George awkwardly raised his hand to wave as he called to you from the other side of the street.

"H-hey, Y/n!"

You turned around, and grinned at who you'd seen.

"Hey Georgie! Hi Paulie!" You twiddled your fingers at them, and George's stomach churned in jealousy at the fact you had a nickname for Paul, as well.

"Your garden looks beautiful, Ms. Y/l/n!"

Paul stole George's line. He fucking stole his line!

"A-and you look just as lovely as ever!" George added to one-up his friend.

You put a hand to your heart. "You boys make my heart sing." George took pride in your words despite them partially being for Paul as well.

"We need to see each other more, yeah?" George never expected his question to really get him anywhere, but he was wrong.

"Why not tonight? I don't have any homework and my parents are leaving town 'round five for the weekend to visit my auntie and uncle."

George's answer came quick, and effortlessly. "I'll be 'round for six. Sound good?"

"Perfect! I'll see you tonight then." You waved to the boys again, and then went back to watering the garden after bidding farewell.

The rest of the walk home was just Paul making fun of how lovestruck George was with you, and by the time they got to his house, just down the road from yours, Paul looked over at his buddy and smiled.

"No wonder you value your time with your darlin' over there so much, Magpie. Looks like she would definitely be a fine birdie in bed."

George looked over at Paul, eyes wide, and his voice broke. "... What?!" The thought of going to bed with you never crossed his mind-- well, until that moment.

"Hey, her folks'll be gone by the time you go over! You can make your move then! It's perfect!" Paul's words laced with excitement made George feel panicked, and the boy shook his head worriedly after a moment. "M-maybe it's not the best idea to go tonight..."

"Why not? All you ever wanna do is be alone with her!" Paul set a hand on the other boy's shoulder when he didn't answer. "What's up, George?"

"Paul, I've never even kissed her. She doesn't even know I like her like that! What if she likes someone else?! What do I even do?!" Paul was the biggest heartbreaker George knew. He'd had like... ten girlfriends since they met, and he kissed a whole three of them. They didn't last long, much like the fate of other young relationships, but George took Paul's advice as serious guidance; he needed to in a time like this.

"You just need to be calm. Take some deep breaths. You'll know what to do when the time comes. I know you will."

That night, George had many opportunities to dive in for a kiss, or mention his feelings for you; some of those opportunities he even believed you encouraged, but he didn't budge out of utter fear of rejection. George knew for a fact that Paul was going to facepalm when he asks him for details on the visit to your place.

Instead, the night only consisted of talking, and the only contact you made were a couple of hugs and a kiss on the cheek (which left George a stumbling mess again), though you did agree to spend more time together, which is how your friendship lasted so long.

He was so close to having you, and because he was too scared to make the move Paul (and maybe you) were encouraging him to make so long ago, you slipped through his fingers; and since, the thought of not being able to have you that way never left his mind.

Especially not when you were now a gorgeous young lady, blindly torturing poor George, who beat himself up every day because he lost his chance.

You were like a piece of artwork to George. You could be loved, admired, and looked at by him, but he could never hold you or touch you.

And George hated that.

George wanted you to be his girl.

And you were his girl-- well, in a twisted way. You were always with him, smiling and laughing about nothing and everything, holding onto each other in your darkest nights and guiding one another through personal struggles...

But when other boys started to want you too, George wanted to make it a point to keep the majority of them away.

Some didn't heed George's threats and went on to pursue you anyways, only to be turned down on your front steps by yourself. George never understood why you never reciprocated anybody's feelings, but it's not like he was verbally complaining.

And that's what lead up to tonight. George had wanted you for so long, and the sudden knowledge of a blind date had him in shock, especially since this was your very first time giving in and agreeing to go.

It killed him to know some rando was going to appear out of thin air to whisk you away, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and eventually put his hands on you, thinking his love for you is stronger than any other despite knowing absolutely nothing about how you should be loved, and treated...

But George hid his fury from you because you were excited about this date.

And he would do anything for you.

George's rage-inducing, mind-racing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut from behind him. He turned his head, heart in his throat, and you stepped into the room.

You wore a lovely high-waisted navy dress, and a pair of black flats. Your hair was half down, the rest coming together at the back of your head by a matching clip-on bow.

As expected, your makeup was quite noticeable. The burgundy colour of your lips and dark brown eyeshadow had George's head spinning, and he couldn't resist ogling at the way that dress fit you so well...

"So… How do I look? Like, if we were about to go on a date..."

A date? Us? We?!

George's palms began to sweat, and his heart did somersaults. If only.

It was only then that he realized his mouth was hanging slightly ajar, and after snapping it shut, he swallowed in embarrassment, not daring to look anywhere but your eyes again in fear of falling victim to your appearance again.

Imagine not being able to trust your eyes?

"... What would you think?"

George squeaked, his lips moving hesitantly though he didn't make a sound. His face was surely an embarrassing shade of red, and the longer he waited into answer, the more anticipated you looked for a response.

George rose to his feet and approached you, bravely deciding to give you another good onceover after a deep breath, though he kind of lost all sense of feeling in his legs when you smiled at him with that perfect mouth of yours...

"Wow." George sighed, eyelids falling heavy over his brown irises as he admired you.

"I just... you... wow, Y/n." He couldn't come up with a coherent sentence with the way you were staring at him like that.

God, he was absolutely smitten with you.

Your eyes shone joyously as you placed your hand on your heart, and George, as impossible to him as it seemed, fell so much more in love with you than he was just moments before. Your presence rendered him speechless, and the thought inflated your ego a lot more than you would have expected it to.

George remained silent, but his gaze was still glued to you. He'd looked at you for long enough in his life to probably draw you perfectly by memory, but he still took his time to drink in what he was given; because who knew if he'd ever be able to see more of you than this?

"I... I'm-- I'm speechless, is what I am." He cleared his throat after a moment and said, "I... honestly hope my eyes are doing all the talking for me."

"Aw, you're just a sweetiepie, aren't you?"

You beamed at George, blushing as you took another step toward him. "Well Georgie... if you keep looking at me and sweet-talking the way you are..." your warm words were carefully chosen, and it was obvious that George was hanging into every single word you were saying.

"I may just have to pass on this date and spend tonight with you." Your eyelids fell heavy over your eyes, and you offered George a smile that was suggesting something maybe not so innocent.

"Wh-what?!"

"... I said I'm ready to go." You raised your eyebrow in a little confusion at George's flustered state.

Oh my fucking God she didn't even say that?!

Idiot.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

"... R-right, yes, of course." George shook his head as if to rid his brain of the idea of tricking him like that again. He offered his arm out to you, and you linked yours with his before walking to the door together.

You passed a mirror on the way out, and George caught a glimpse of the both of your reflections, and his chest felt like it was on fire.

He looked so happy to be with you in that moment.

And you looked so happy to be leaving to spend time with another man.

George just hoped at least the reflection of him and you were going on this date together, and both of those smiles were meant for each other.

George pulled up to whatever restaurant this guy wanted to meet you at, which was on the other side of town. George did not approve of this and even reminded you of this on the way there, though you insisted you'd be fine, like you had the couple of times he mentioned this before.

You looked at him after he threw his car into park, and he gave you a little smile after a moment, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You do look beautiful, Y/n. This guy... he's very lucky."

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Say you believe me."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you smiled sadly, and leaned in to kiss George's cheek. His skin darkened to pink beneath your lips before you could pull away and leave the car with another goodbye, though his ears were ringing and he missed your final farewell.

She doesn't believe me...

George waited until he saw you were seated in the restaurant to put his car back into drive, but something kept him from lifting his foot off the brake. He watched you adjust your silverware at your table, and clasp your hands together in wait.

... Maybe George wanted to wait for this guy to show up.

But would he really want to kill himself by spying on you and watching you fall for someone who wasn't him over the course of one night?

That was the question that made him decide to look back, and pull out of his parking space before he could spot anyone even go near the building. He was in drive and speeding home moments later.

The car ride back to his flat was a quiet one. George kept the radio off, and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel the whole time as if he were almost impatient to get home and do nothing.

Every time he looked in the rear view mirror and saw his eyes stare back at him, it just reminded him that his reflection left that restaurant alone and just as disappointed as his real counterpart.

It wasn't long before George pulled into his building's parking space and sulked out of his car, slamming the door shut. His eyes and nose were burning from the assault of unfallen tears.

He dropped you off to meet this guy. This was all on him this time.

George loved you. He loved you with all his heart, enough to swallow his pride-- sacrifice his happiness for your own.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, dropping you off that night felt like he was letting you go.

And was he?

He pretty much stumbled through the door because his fucks to give for himself were pretty much nonexistent at this point. He kicked his shoes off, not caring if he scuffed up the wall with black marks.

He just wanted to have a long hot shower, crawl into bed, and hide from everyone.

And that's just what he did.

His shower was well over an hour long, and that's where he broke down and cried for the majority of the time. He cried about you, and the situation his own decisions put himself in. He cried in jealousy for the threat sweeping you off your feet right now, and he cried as if that was the last night he'd ever see you again.

When he got out of the shower, well after the stream went cold, he had no more tears to shed. He was dehydrated, and he felt broken. He did a half-assed job of drying himself off before leaving the bathroom and collapsing into bed, only a towel secured around his hips.

His face was pressed into his pillow, and he tucked his arms beneath it and submerged himself even further into the soft fabric.

He recently switched detergent to whichever one you regularly used, and he just took in the familiar scent; anything to make him feel more at home without you actually being present...

George had no idea how long he was in that position for, but he fell asleep like that, only to wake to the sound of the phone ringing.

He got up and stumbled out of his room to ease the obnoxiously loud phone by picking up the call, shouting, and hanging up on whoever decided to phone at this hour-- whichever hour it was.

"Yeah," George rasped through the receiver, his tone laced with underlying irritation. He just wanted to be left alone in his sadness.

"George..."

"... Y/n?" He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the palm of his hand before you spoke, but your voice made him freeze.

"Oh Georgie..." your voice was breaking over the phone, and he could tell it wasn't the connection.

"Y/n, my Love, what's the matter?!"

"George he... He didn't show." George's heart stopped.

He didn't show.

George's grip closed tighter and tighter on the phone receiver, and he could feel the pure rage bubbling in his chest, and the plastic receiver crackling from the force under his fingers.

"Where are you?" He demanded. "I'm coming right now to get you," George was about to start throwing his shoes on, despite wearing absolutely nothing to start off with, his towel discarded and still on the bed from when he passed out.

"The same place you dropped me off."

God dammit, this fucking guy had you go to the other side of town just to be forgotten about.

It was finally settled: if George ever found out who this guy was, he'd kill him for doing this to you.

"Don't move. Be there in five." As soon as George hung up the phone, he took off to his room. He was ready in record time: under a minute. Up until the day he died, George wouldn't have been able to dress as quick as he did that night, and he never knew how he did it.

What really mattered was that George got to the other side of town in about five minutes, as he said over the phone.

George whipped into the parking lot and got out of the car. He hurried over to the front of the building to go in and search for you, but he caught a glimpse of you sitting at the curb as he grabbed the door handle.

His grip eased on the lockset, and he slowly turned to you. You were facing away from him, arms folded as you tried to shield yourself from the cool evening wind. You had no clue he was even behind you.

George sighed gently, shedding his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders without another word. He could see your whole body relax from the weighted piece of clothing, and he wondered if his scent was comforting for you too, as it was vice versa.

George heard you breathe out, but you sniffled afterwards. It broke his heart to see you like this. George looked around to see if anyone was watching, because if there was a chance this guy was cackling away in a parked car at the sight of you in tears, George would have had no problem kicking his headlights in and slashing his tires.

He dropped to the curb and sat down right next to you, not hesitating to circle his arm around your body.

At his touch, you curled yourself into a ball, and George scooped you up to squeeze you tight. And against his chest, when you knew you were safe from all harm, you gently sobbed.

George let you cry it all out, and the tighter you held onto him, the tighter he held onto you.

"Am I just unlovable George...? Is that it?" Your words were quiet and muffled, but George heard every syllable you mustered.

He pulled away from your embrace to look you in the eyes, and his grip on your arms were firm, but not tight. "Now Y/n, you do not for one second even think you're unlovable. That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." His eyebrows were lowered in anger at the very idea of you feeling unloved.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, and George's expression softened. He reached his hand up to your face, and he could feel you shaking. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow again.

George wished then more than ever that he was the one who was supposed to see you. He would have shown up.

"Y/n, you deserve so much better than this. If you were mine, I’d make sure sitting alone on the curb, stood up, would be the last place you'd ever find yourself, especially when you were so excited to go out..."

George didn't know where his little spurt of confidence came from, but he was more focused on the words he was choosing to use with you, and what he was all going to say.

"... If I were yours...?" You sniffled again, cheeks and the tip of your nose turning pink and George paused at the sudden realization.

You still had a chance to be his.

And all because that boy didn't show up, he still had time to figure out how he could pull it all off; but it had to be tonight.

He took a deep breath.

"I mean, anyone would be lucky to date you. I just... I sometimes wonder why you were never mine. Why you're not mine..." his voice lowered throughout the sentence, and the end of his confession was barely above a whisper.

You watched George for a moment, lips parted, as if you couldn't believe your ears, and the young man panicked a little, deciding to disregard his last words before it suddenly became the topic of discussion.

"Oh, my Love," George's eyes suddenly saddened as he reached out to wipe away your fresh tears and smeared makeup with his thumb. Your bottom lip trembled at the contact, and he sighed.

"Just because he didn't show up doesn't mean your evening has gone to waste." He stood up and turned to look down at you.

"The night is still young." He then held his hand out in front of you, and you looked at it for a moment as if you didn't know what he wanted from you.

"Y/n... give me one night. Let me show you how a man should always treat you."

He wasn't quite sure if he just unintentionally asked you on a real life date, or if you thought of all this as an act, but even if you didn't reciprocate his feelings, it gave George the chance of a lifetime to at least pretend you were his, even if this opportunity only lasted one night.

"Please."

You didn't move at first, but George was patient. You eventually slowly reached your hand out, and George helped you up, not making the effort to let go of you afterwards.

George looked up at the restaurant, and did a double take. "... You... you don't even like fancy places like this, am I wrong?"  All you could think about when looking at him was that he knew you so well.

"A place like this on a first date is a clear sign he'd leave halfway through and I'd be stuck with the bill." George smiled a little, and so did you.

You wiped your final stray tear from your cheek and George gave your other hand a squeeze. "... I'd rather get a burger and go for a walk, to be honest."

"Then that's what we'll do," George confirmed with a nod. It was settled, then.

George and you strolled to the car, still hand-in-hand, and he courteously opened your door to help you in. He ran over to the other side afterwards and climbed in behind the wheel before pulling out and taking off to find somewhere for you both to eat.

You both came across this quiet burger place downtown, and the both of you were able to get a booth in the back for privacy so you could both scarf down your meals in peace.

George ordered the same food you did, and you both settled on sharing a milkshake together (a single milkshake eventually became two).

"God," you looked around the nearly empty joint before turning your gaze back to George. "Do you know how much more comfortable I feel in here?"

"Even when you're dressed like you belong in a dress shop window?" George smiled around his straw and you matched his grin. "Shut up. At least my hair is brushed out."

The poor guy had no clue until now that he forgot to comb his hair out after his depression shower, embarrassingly clawing his fingers through his locks to at least tidy up the mess on his head.

You just laughed out that you were teasing him, and the joyous hiccups from your laughter had George briefly forgetting everything negative that had happened so far that night.

After settling down a little, your food was brought out and you both started eating.

There wasn't much for the both of you to talk about other than the part of your day when you weren't together, and it wasn't like George wanted to mention what happened to him in the last two hours or make you upset by talking about your night.

Instead you both settled on joking about old times. Before the both of you knew it, George had you giggling and smiling once again before your dessert even came, and when the waitress came around to your table with your two-person cookie skillet, you grinned even wider.

You thanked the waitress before she went on her way, and you looked up across the treat to George, whom you were half expecting to be drooling over the cookie. Instead, he was in a dream-like trance, soft gaze fixed on you, and only you. You weren't too sure if he even knew the skillet was in front of him, he was so distracted.

"George...?" You called to him gently as to not frighten him when coming back down to reality. His response was almost immediate, like he could hear you.

And maybe he did.

"... I'm sorry, I don't know how many times I've tried to say this already tonight but have chickened out, but you look just..." George was examining every inch of you that he could see and you blushed, casting your eyes down to the table.

"Angel, look at me." George reached over the table and rested his hand over yours. You lifted your head to look him in the eye, and he hesitated for a moment. Your full attention flustered him, then again it always did, but he took a deep breath.

"You look heavenly, Y/n."

You said nothing. This time, he had you speechless, but nothing wasn't the response he was looking for.

"Dontcha believe me...?" His question echoed through your brain, and you blinked. George scanned your eyes after giving your hand a squeeze. He knew you had something to say, and he was at the edge of his seat in anticipation for your words.

"... Do you really think so?"

"Are you kidding me?! Y/n, I... when you came out of your room tonight I just... looking at you right now, I'm at a loss for words. Heavenly doesn't even scratch the surface. No word exists that perfectly describes how you look to me. Now, or ever."

There was yet another spurt of confidence that washed over George. He had a feeling his words and actions were getting the both of you somewhere, especially when his final sentence had you blushing the way you were.

At least he knew he was doing something right.

George's grip on your hand tightened a little, and he flipped your hands over so your palm was face-up in his. He brought your hand closer to him, and he kissed your fingertips before leaving a final one at the centre of your palm. His eyes never left your red face as he did this, and he grinned against your hand when you offered him a shy smile.

Oh... she IS actually liking this.

When he pulled away, George looked down at the still-untouched dessert, and he smiled, releasing another nervous breath he was holding as he finally let go of your hand. "Let's finish up so we can go on our walk. Sound good, my Love?"

You only nodded before digging in with him, every nudge of his hand against yours reducing you to a blushing mess, and George, who was gaining more confidence as every second passed, would just smile to himself knowing he was successfully turning the tables on you.

But it wasn't yet the time to give in and confess, as much as George wanted to. He still had a nice long walk to woo you on, and then he had to do the important step of walking you to your apartment door at the end of the night, and God knows that was the part he was dying to get to.

You finished your dessert not long after and George payed the bill. After helping you out of the booth, you'd left hand-in-hand again.

The both of you stepped out into the cool night and you looked up at George. "Are you cold? Did you want your jacket back?"

You were holding it in your other hand since you'd taken it off at dinner, and you shoved it in his direction without another word.

He laughed and took the jacket from you, unfolding it and pulling it back around your shoulders before rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm.

"You'll catch a cold without it. Besides, you look better in it anyways." He leaned in and kissed your cheek, smiling proudly to himself when he pulled away and continued to lead you to the car, deciding it'd be smoother to not turn around and gauge for a reaction from you.

Like before, George courteously opened the car door for you, and closed it when you were in. Their destination was his place. It wasn't for the reason one would think, but the idea of driving you to his home and inviting you in with every intention of walking right past the kettle made George's legs restless.

In reality there was a park down the road from his flat that cut pretty much directly to your own humble abode. You'd walked the trail hundreds of times together to look at the pretty flowers growing in the garden, but something told George that this time, like everything else happening that day, was going to be very different.

When you pulled up to his building he raced you to get to your door for the second time of the night; the first being at the burger place when you first arrived. He took your hand and helped you out of the car, and he didn't let go, even after locking the doors to his car and leading you both down the road.

There was a silence that fell between the both of you. It wasn't bad. You took this time to think about your night, as did George. With every step down the road and into the park you took, the smile on your face only grew wider. As for George, he began to sweat with every step he took.

Every foot forward led him closer and closer to your door, where he was going to finally let everything off his chest and confess to you. The problem was that George's confidence was quickly draining, and this was something he needed to do.

He eventually let go of your hand to wipe his palms off on his pant leg, and at the immediate loss of contact, you were turning to him with a confused look on your face.

"Sorry uh..." he breathed out slowly, cheeks dusted pink. "I-I don't know why, but I'm kinda nervous."

Your look of confusion faded into an unreadable one. "Was it holding my hand?"

George shook his head. "No no, not that, I want to hold your hand."

"So what's the problem?"

He just shook his head again. "Maybe it's just... the stress of making sure tonight is perfect for you."

"What?!" Your reaction was sudden, and George's eyebrows were raised high up on his forehead at your exclamation.

"George, tonight has already been perfect for me! I had a great meal, I'm on a lovely walk with you..." you reached out to take his hand again, and he lifted his gaze from his shoes to look you in the eye. You smiled up at him from under the streetlight, and George smiled back a little.

"Georgie, I would never have asked for a better night." You squeezed his fingers with yours and tugged him forward gently. "C'mon, Magpie. Let's get home. It'll be cooling down soon, and I don't want you walking outside much longer than needed tonight."

George followed behind, but you still took your time coming home since the both of you got caught up in another conversation. This time, it was about the flowers you were passing in the park.

"... I used to water those for you, y'know." He pointed to a cluster of marigolds. To think that was ten years earlier and they still stayed put, growing outwards and stronger than ever.

"I used to check on them every day to make sure they weren't dying. You told me one time you really liked those flowers and I just..." he smiled a little at the memory. "I just couldn't get enough of your smile every time you saw them."

You turned to look up at him. You had absolutely no clue he did that for you. It made you love the flowers even more, and your heart jumped a little when you realized that the marigolds were the very reason George insisted you both took the trail all the tine.

"I'll still come across them when passing flower shops. I always think of you when I see them."

"Wow. George, I... I never knew you paid that much attention to me."

"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend."

And George didn't say anything after that, especially when you didn't respond to his last comment, which he didn't even mean to say.

By the time George could think up a sentence to save himself from friend-zoning the both of you right then and there, he felt like he'd left it for too long.

His heart was sinking, and he tried to shake off the comment best he could, and walked you the rest of the way home.

His stomach was in a knot as he looked up at your apartment building. The front door to the lobby looked intimidating, and his palms began to sweat again. You slipped your hand out of George's, and it distracted him from his racing thoughts.

"You think I'm gonna just leave you here?" His question was sudden, and you blinked once.

"I'm sorry?" You looked from George, to the apartment door which was ten feet away from the both of you. "But George, I'm home?"

"I have to walk you to your door." You laughed at his response, head thrown back as you sighed. "You mean to tell me you, George Harrison, are gonna walk up five flights of stairs in the next two minutes just to make sure you can hear me lock my door and know I'm safe?"

"Would it be a real date if I didn't?"

There was another beat of silence as George watched your eyes shift from left to right in thought. You pursed your lips a little, and then looked him in the eye.

"... Suppose it wouldn't be then, no."

"Then may I walk you to your door, Y/n?"

You finally answered him with a simple nod of your head, and George reached out to take your hand again. He wordlessly led you to the door which he opened for you, and then brought you to the flight of stairs. Nowhere else to go but up.

In about two minutes, you and George got to the fifth floor. As soon as he entered the hall, it felt like the walls were slowly closing together as you both took quiet, careful steps towards the end of the way.

The entire time, your hands were glued together, and no one let go, even when you were both finally stopped, and standing in front of your door.

"I'm sorry about tonight, Y/n. I know you were saying earlier tonight turned out perfect and everything but..." George's brain was still on that platonic comment he made on the walk.

"George, there is no one I would have rather spent tonight with than you. No one."

George squeezed your hand, and then sighed. "I just wish tonight happened under different circumstances."

"Different circumstances?" You repeated a little confused, and the boy in front of you pursed his lips and nodded his head.

Deep breaths. Here it goes.

"Y/n, ever since I found out about this date, my blood has just been boiling with jealousy for that boy. Hell, I still don't even know his name and I could tell you he isn't good for you."

You looked taken aback. Jealousy was definitely not where you thought he was going with all of this.

"I fell in love with you, Y/n. Years ago. And because I feared rejection, I didn't want to take my chances and say anything. But the truth of the matter is that I'd be the happiest person alive just to be able to love you openly. I can't stand to see you cry the way he made you tonight."

Again, you stood there, no words coming to mind to respond with. Your silence didn't make George stop.

"To think for years my feelings for you haven't gone away. I've always thought you felt the same, yet you were never mine." George paused. "When can this boy get you back again, Y/n?"

There was a long silence, his eyes searching yours for your answer, and you were staring up at him like a deer in headlights.

"I-- if I'd known-- I never thought-- George, I had no clue." He could see the lost look on your face, and it made his heart ache, especially when your lip began to tremble and your eyes started filling to the brim with tears.

"Why do you think I turned down every guy who's tried to get with me? I just... I never thought you'd love me back, Georgie." His emotions sank into a deep dark guilt. All this time, and you felt the same way about him...

And then he blinked.

You feel the same way about him!

George reached out to you, his hand cupping the side of your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your tears began to fall, and he pulled you into his chest tightly for a moment. "My Love," he mumbled, pulling away just far enough for him to see your face again.

"Oh, even when you're crying, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on..." There was a beat of nothing; just the sound of shallow breaths shared between the both of you before George began to inch in slowly towards you.

"... George, what are you doing...?" Your question was gentle, and you didn't stop him from coming any closer. You didn't want to stop him.

"Something I should've done a long time ago."

His attention fixated to your mouth once before your lips finally clashed together.

For over a decade, George had waited for the moment he tasted your lips; and now that it was here, he was almost scared he wouldn't know what to do.

The both of you were holding your breath since you both felt a little unsure at first, but it was a given, he was kissing his childhood best friend, and you were, too. You kissed back a little, and George exhaled lightly through his nose, a little relieved knowing you were getting a little more comfortable with the situation.

George's hands fell to your waist, fingers curling around your body as he eventually pulled you even closer. You parted your lips a little, and he bit down on your bottom lip, pulling away after hearing you gasp.

"Oh! Did I hurt you? I'm--" George could barely rush an apology out before you pulled him down to kiss him again, and pushing him backwards until his back was flat against your door. He watched as you closed the space between you again, and your lips were on his again.

His heart was pounding, ears ringing loudly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, and all the boy could remember thinking about was how blissful it all was in that moment. George threw his arms around you and started pushing back just a little.

You pulled away from him to gasp in a breath, George's hands grabbing your arms and pinning you against your door so he could put you in the place he was moments before; to give you the moment to experience just a fraction of all the love he would be able to eventually give to you.

His lips briefly found the crook of your neck and you moaned quietly as George sucked at your skin a little, which only resulted in him pulling away just to lean back in to kiss your lips and swallow your pleasant hums.

You eventually pulled away to face him again, lips swelled and pink, and breaths quick. You never thought you'd have so much trouble breathing while kissing someone.

Then again, it's not everyday that the man you're kissing is George Harrison.

"I know it's rare to ask this on a first date but..." George leaned down to attach his lips to the column of your throat, and he hummed against your skin when you moaned gently, delaying your question for a moment.

"... Did you maybe wanna, I don't know, come in, stick around for some tea?"

"Is that even a question?" George asked lowly against your neck, and you smiled. You reached into your purse to retrieve your apartment keys, which you blindly stuck into the keyhole since George was back to kissing you again, and the both of you stumbled through the door as soon as you got it open.

You and George kicked your shoes off after shutting the door, and you pushed him up against the wall in the front corridor to kiss him once again.

Ten years was way too long for the both of you to be deprived of one another any further, and George gladly let you migrate your lips to his neck after a moment, tilting his head back for you to make things a little easier.

With your head buried into his neck and your arms circled around one another, George lazily opened this eyes to watch himself in that same mirror across the hall he looked into a few hours prior.

All the boy could do was smile to himself, breathing heavily as he watched your reflection switch to the other side of his neck after leaving a mark on the right side of his throat.

Not only was his reflection successful in this date tonight, but George himself pulled off the biggest risk he could imagine and it paid off.

He finally got the girl of his dreams.

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A/A/N: honestly, this fic lives rent free in my head and it has been since I wrote it, so I gotta show it off to y'all. Again, I know it was long, but I really hope you enjoy it <3

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[traceyaudette]

The Heart Won't Lie-3

(1) (2)

After Opie's burial, I needed peace; I knew I couldn't handle all the questions about where I've been and about Greer. I knew that Filip would be the most insistent one about Greer, and he had the right for all his questions to be answered.

I didn't follow the group back to the club house, I first drove aimlessly through Charming; just listening to the radio. Traveling down memory lane, trying to have some happy memories to my past. I knew where I was going to end up, the only place I could find peace, and get a break in Charming; the cottage I had bought on the outskirts of Charming.

Nobody knew about it, the cottage was actually difficult to fine; unless you had directions. It was another secret that I had kept from Filip. I bought it months before I left, it was going to be a surprise. I pulled down the long private drive, I hoped the caretakers had gotten my message and had it ready for us.

"Mommy, where we at?" Greer's little voice whispered from the back.

"Home." I said simply.

Chibs was pacing the clubhouse, he was worried, and livid. He had expected (Y/N) and Greer to come back to the clubhouse after Opie's burial. When they didn't show up, he started to become concerned. Gemma hadn't heard from them, there was no located them by (Y/N)'s cell phone.

"Anything Juice?" He had Juice hack into her car's GPS system.

"She's out on the county line, about 25 minutes from here. Give me a minute and I can tell you where exactly.

Chibs got an exact location and stormed out of the clubhouse.

XXX

It had been a long and exhausting day, (Y/N) kissed Greer's forehead and tucked the little girl into bed. She watched as her daughter drifted off to sleep. Tucking the blanket around Greer, she smiled down at her.

"I love you baby!" Walking out of the room, she left the door open a crack.

(Y/N) walked outside and sat on the porch swing. She was deep in thought about what she needed to do in the next couple of days. The thought of taking Greer and disappearing was appealing. The two of them could get new identities, and start over. She and Greer could become new people, and leave the country, she had plenty of money. She didn't need anyone to support her. (Y/N) could continue writing her books, that's another secret, Filip didn't know about.Y/N) knew that Filip would never let them go, she didn't want this danger for her and her daughter. The roar of a motorcycle brought her out of her thoughts. Frowning, she stood up and look. (Y/N) knew that Filip would never let them go, she didn't want this danger for her and her daughter.

"Shit!" She came off the porch, and down the drive. "How the hell did you find me?"

XXX

Chibs jumped off his bike, pulling off his helmet, glaring at (Y/N).

"I hacked your car's GPS!" His eyes glaring at her. "Since you decided to run from me and took my daugther!"

"Stalk much?" She shoved him. "Last time I checked Greer is my child, you just donated sperm!" Turning to walk away. Chibls grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"I wouldn't have to, if you didn't run away from me! And I would be in my child's life if you wouldn't keep secrets!" His eyes were full of anger.

(Y/N) slapped him, pulling out of his grasp. She gave a harsh laugh, shaking her head.

"I don't stay were I'm not wanted or loved. You would have known about your child, but you kicked me out of your life, before I could tell you. In fact the two men that I loved the most, abandoned me when I needed them the most. So excuse me if you don't get to be apart of my or my child's life. Now pardon me...but fuck the hell off!"

Chibs watched as (Y/N) stormed towards the house, leaving him standing there in shock. He raced after her, grabbing her arm again.

"Do you really think I didn't want or love you?"

XXX

FLASHBACK 2 Years Ago

(Y/N) couldn't contain her excitement, she pulled into the garage of the house she shared with Filip. They had been together for three years, he had given her his crow two years ago.

She sat in the car, taking deep breathes, and exhaling slowly. Once she got her nerves under control, she walked into the house.

"Filip, I'm home!" She walked through the house, looking for him. She heard giggling, and Filip talking. As she got closer to the bedroom, she started to get an uneasy feeling.

Slowly opening the door, there he was, pants down around his ankles, and some strange women's head in his lap. He stopped the women when (Y/N) walked into the room.

"What the hell Filip?" She sucked back the tears and the betrayal. She just stared at him, waiting for him to say something. When nothing was said, she spun around and stormed out of the room, the tears streaming down her face.

"(Y/N), wait!" She heard his heavy boot steps running after her. She stopped, and turned around slowly. "I'm sorry, I don't love you and I never did!"

(Y/N) walked out of the house, head held high, shoulders back, not saying a word, she drove straight to her brothers house. She just needed a little comfort.

She was still mourning the loss of her father, and now Filip had just broken her heart. She opened the door, trying to hold everything together.

"Op...."

"I don't have time for your pathetic bullshit today (Y/N)! Just leave if you're going to cry and bitch!"

(Y/N) backed out of her brother's house, feeling alone. She touched her stomach, tears running down her face.

"It's just you and me baby, no one loves or wants us."

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Traitor- Rafe Cameron x Reader

inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song Traitor.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, use of drugs (cocaine), slight emotional i guess…

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies

You and Rafe had been together for almost two years now. Getting together when you both graduated high school, he followed you to college and you guys stayed together until he dropped out.

But the summer you two went back to Outer Banks changed everything.

Hurricane Agatha had destroyed the island and it was safe fo say Ward Cameron was not excited to deal with his son on top of everything.

Which lead to Rafe being at his lowest. Again.

Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew

The first time he did coke it was at a party at his house. You were celebrating your graduating full Kook style, throwing the biggest party of the year. Everything was great until you saw the boy you were slowly falling for, with a rolled up bill on his hand and the remaining powder on the glass table.

“What the actual fuck, Rafe?” you hissed while pulling him away from the crowd, making the boy stumble slightly due to the high he wasn’t used to

“It’s just a little coke, babygirl” he replied with a lazy grin, making your first instinct being punch him in the throat.

That night you took him to his room extra early, shutting down the party with the help of your closest friends, Topper and Kelce.

You helped Rafe out of his clothes, and guided him into the shower to try and end the high as soon as possible.

You two laid in bed and you tried keeping your tears at bait to no avail.

“I’m sorry” he whispered so lowly he wasn’t even sure you heard him, the only confirmation he got was you moving to lay your head on his chest, his arms snaking around your waist instinctively

“If you do that shit again i’m walking away, Rafe”

That was the only warning he needed. Rafe had never used the drug again.

Until the summer you two went back to Outer Banks for Midsummers.

That you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse

I kept quiet so I could keep you

The first week at the island went by well, the two of you would stay as long as possible at your place, since your parents were almost never home, and that way you both could escape Rafe’s family and all the kooks x pogues fighting.

But when Topper invited you two to a party being thrown in Figure 8, Rafe didn’t hesitate to say yes.

He had been acting strange ever since he had met his dad about some generators and out of nowhere he was got himself a bike.

“Stop driving like a fucking idiot, Rafe. You’re practically asking to get in a serious accident” You warned him when seeing the boy racing down the streets of the island.

And ain't it funny

How you ran to her

The second that we called it quits?

The party was filled with people you hadn’t seen in almost two years, including your closest friends.

Arriving at the party you went straight to Kelce to catch up on all the drama happening that summer, trying your hardest not to scream at Topper to get the fuck out of the roof of the house before he got himself or Sarah hurt.

When realizing Rafe’s disappearance, you excused yourself from Kelce’s grip and walked inside the house to find your boyfriend.

Only to find him in the same position you had two years ago.

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt

Rafe had a 100 dollar bill rolled on his hand, as he applied pressure on his nose, his body readjusting to the substance he spent so long without.

You thought the situation couldn’t get worse until you saw a blonde girl giggling by his side, a flirty smile on her face as she whispered something in his ear.

And by the way he gulped and placed his hand high up on her thigh, you could only imagine what it was.

You'd talk to her

When we were together

You pushed your way through the crowed, ignoring the wandering stares and the familiar sound of Rafe’s voice yelling at you.

“Will you please slow down?” he pleaded as he reached you at entrance of the house

Loved you at your worst

But that didn't matter

“How could you do this to me, Rafe?” you yelled harshly, tears threatening to escape your eyes

“You promised me you would NEVER do that shit again!”

“And if that wasn’t bad enough, you were fucking flirting with this random chick! Like you don’t come with ME to this stupid party. That i didn’t even want to come in the first place”

“Sweetheart, it’s not what you think” he tried calming you down, taking a step forward, but stopping on his track when you raised a warning finger

“Don’t you dare make me sound crazy here, Rafe! Ever since we’ve been back to this stupid island you’ve been acting strange. Getting into fights, missing and just leaving me alone at places!” at this point you didn’t care about the tears running down your cheeks, you’re vision so blurry you could barely make out Rafe’s own tears

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still a traitor

“I’m so so sorry” he sobbed as you started walking away from him, shaking hands trying to reach out to you as you entered your car to drive home

“You’re not. You’re just sorry you got caught” and with that you drove away, leaving behind a sobbing mess of a boy, with a broken heart and a bruised ego

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

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