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Warnings- mentions of anxiety, smut, breeding kink, age gap, daddy kink

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Y/N did not want to leave Italy.

She had fallen in love with the people, the food, the weather, the culture- and Harry.

That was pretty clear at this point.

His hand held her thigh under the table as they dined outside under the covered balcony, the sea air ruffling the hair that had escaped her pearly claw clip. They only had 2 days left and while she had been trying to focus on the time they had left, it was only more daunting to realize they had to come home and deal with their relationship. Telling the people who needed to know.

Lia.

Y/N had felt an awful pit in her stomach as she answered Lia’s messages every so often, thankfully her best friend being distracted by her own girlfriend to worry too much about texting her best friend. For once, she was relieved for the lack of bros over hoes.

She was galavanting across the Italian coast with her best friend’s father. Sucking him off on the yacht he had chartered, clinging to his body in the salty water, letting him kiss away tears from laughing too hard and one too many drinks. His hands had almost constantly been on her and she had welcomed, no, encouraged each and every bit of it.

Her teeth marked Harry’s golden skin, the Italian summer sun having left its mark on him in a delicious way that had Y/N almost feral. Her nails, that he had paid for being redone just a few days ago, leaving scratch marks on his back and also soothing him to sleep on a rocking boat yesterday while he had rested his head in her lap as she read.

They weren’t just having sex. They were in love. This was a relationship, something that would be seen as the ultimate betrayal. But Y/N wasn’t going to give it up.

Her whole life, she had been the one to give things up for people. She always tried to take care of everyone around her, her family, her friends, even strangers. She’d been the constant shoulder to cry one and the one ready to brave the world and her own fears for other people. So when Harry gave her a little taste of how good it felt to be taken care of, she fell in love with it. Albeit guiltily, she was letting him do the things he wanted for her- and she’d never seen him shine like this.

Harry had always liked taking care of people, but he was far more selective. He had a big heart, yes, but it had stayed particularly guarded. With the money he had, the people he’d met, it had been an early lesson for him to know that yes, he could help but he had to cherry pick the people who would be actually deserving. Y/N clicked all those boxes. She provided him with a level of comfort, pleasure and affection that he’d always dreamt of. She allowed him to spoil her more and more each day, but he was eager to do more. As many times as he could admit his adoration for her, he wanted her dripping with diamonds and the things she wanted to wear, never to worry about a thing again. She’d worked hard in her life and god damn it, she fucking deserved it. She said thank you, smothering him with kisses with every surprise he had given her, every little fucking thing, and it made him feel so good it was ridiculous. From a cute pen he’d seen in a market stall to the yacht surprise, each little thing garnered a excited, sweet reaction from her. So he wanted to do more.

“I know that we only have our two days left…” He stroked over her thigh, pads of his fingertips tracing the bend of her knee and back up. “But we’re going to come back. I promise. I’ve got the house here and I can work remote…” His face was soft, understanding that she didn’t want to go back home. It was such a welcome relief being here, so needed and refreshing that all it could possibly do is strengthen their foundation.

“I know.” She replied, placing her silverware down before taking a sip of her drink. “It’s just… I know that it’s probably going to be ugly for a while back home. Just as a general rule. I don’t want to hide at all, I’m not ashamed of being with you but I know there’s going to be a lot of blowback.” Y/N tried to explain it without it seemingly like she was backing out of their relationship. That wasn’t the case at all. “I know I’m going to lose some friends over this. And maybe I do deserve it. Maybe I shouldn’t have made a move on you, but it felt right. I needed to do it, and I don’t regret it at all. It’s necessary growth for us, and I can understand that but I just feel… anxious, I guess. To see who chooses to stay and who chooses to go.”

That was something Harry hadn’t really thought about, and as awful as he felt about it- he was more relieved that she said she didn’t regret it. Of course he didn’t want any blowback at all. “It’s tough, isn’t it my love?” He sighed sadly, gently grabbing her hand and bringing it up to his mouth. His lips pressed against her knuckles, the subtle sound of them disconnecting making her smile. “I know. It’s a risk, and I’m going to upset my daughter but you know… I want to be happy. I deserve love, and so do you. You’re of age, we’ve discussed a lot, it isn’t like we’re throwing this in anyone’s face to upset them. If our happiness matters so little to everyone ese, perhaps it wasn’t a good fit for them regardless.”

The only person’s reaction either of them really cared about was Lia’s. Harry was prepared to catch the brunt of her explosive temper. He was a grown man and he had been divorced for a bit. He understood that his choice in romantic partner was going to upset her, and he didn’t blame her. Neither of them could, because they both were rational and knew that it was a fucked up situation. He just hoped that they could work through it. He’d tried to pick Y/N’s brain about it but she seemed to understand her fate in this.

Lia wasn’t going to forgive easily, nor would their friendship ever be the same, but she was hoping that with time, they could mend what was inevitably about to be smashed up. Make a mosaic out of the pieces that were bound to shatter. Harry meant so much to her already and she couldn’t give up the chance of having a lifetime sort of love. Her romantic heart couldn’t handle it.

“You know…” Her lips tilted up. “I have always been a romantic. I always wanted love but I pretended I didn’t. I thought… maybe it would help me avoid being hurt. I’ve been afraid of having my heart broken for so long, I never was able to properly hand my heart over to anyone. They could maybe touch it, but it was under lockdown. It was really weird when…” She licked the wine from her lip, looking at his slight sunburned nose as she found her words. “It was really weird for me when I found myself wanting to hand it over to you. Like I knew you’d keep it safe. I’m still adjusting, I’m still learning but I feel so safe with you, it’s hard not to just give in.”

That was music to his ears. His smile was brighter than the sun when she finished, his hand placing hers on his cheek as he pressed tiny kisses to her inner wrist. It was hard not to pull her into his lap, but he had to keep some decorum in this situation. His girl felt safe enough to hand him her heart, and that boost it gave him almost sent his own beating chest to the moon. “It’s safe with me. Always. I won’t let anything happen to it, not from my end.” He couldn’t promise nothing else in life wouldn't hurt her- but he would be damned if he didn't try.

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“Go ahead, baby. You can have what you want.” His hot palms held the backside of her thighs as she lifted the sundress over her body, breasts spilling out as it was tossed onto floor. Harry’s cock was thick in his palm, wet from her saliva as she had gotten on her knees for him as soon as they’d entered the living room of the villa. Sucking with fervor, the younger girl had gotten him slick with her spit before he pulled her up to let her climb into his lap.

“I want you.” Y/N whispered, hand going between them to angle his cock against her properly. Harry’s groan was motivation as she slipped down, only taking a bit at a time as she shakily exhaled her whine. “I want you to take me, and keep me. I want to be your girl, Daddy. Please.” Her hands held his shoulders, keeping steady as her cunt sunk down on his length. “Want t’be your girl and I want you to come home from work and love on me, want you to text me to be naked in your room for you, want to make you dinner- I just want to make you happy.”

Harry was nearly speechless as her whiny demands, her true heart showing as she squeezed his shoulders and finally got seated fully on his cock. “Y-yeah? S’what my girl really wants?” It was like the world had answered his prayers. He was buried inside of her hot cunt, her mouth saying all the words he’s been itching to hear for a long while now. “Want to give that t’you. Should just live with me, hm?” He cooed. “Move right into my bed so you’re always there for me, and m’always there for you. I belong to you just as much.” His head rested against the couch, gently helping her lift up and slide back down slowly on his cock. Finding her pace, he wasn’t going to complain.

“I-Should I?” She asked, eyes wide and hazy as she sunk fully back down, full to the brim with his cock in her tummy. “You’d want that?” It wasn’t probably the place to have this discussion but hey- he wasn’t going to deny it anymore. The idea of her going home to her place when his own place was empty sans himself, when she made it feel like a real home? He wanted her there. Possessive, needy, perhaps he was, but he really did want her there. It was moving quickly but it felt like maybe he needed it. No more waiting.

“Mhm. You’re with me a lot but… Stay with me all the time, baby. Want my girl around, want to live with you.. Never want t’see you leave.” His lips connected with hers as she began to grind slowly on his cock, his hands sliding up to cup each side of her ass. Her kiss back was just as messy as her cunt, the feeling of being full making it hard to focus on anything but how good she felt and the feelings swarming her at the idea of moving in. “Move all your things in… Let daddy buy you more pretty things for your closet. Let me clean it out… let Daddy take care of you, find you a job you really like.” Harry knew he was pathetically whipped for this woman, but he had no intention of hiding that from her. Y/N deserved to know how loved she was.

“Y-Yeah, please. I want to be with you all the time.” Her nails dug into his skin a little as she bounced a few times on his prick, making them both moan. “Just want to be your girl, Daddy. Want to be yours in every way, want to smell like you, sleep in your bed, I want to- I want you.” Her confirmation was everything to him, sitting him up as he beamed. His strength was used as an advantage, turning them over so she was laid on the couch and he could look down at her.

“Good. You are- you’re Daddy’s perfect fucking girl, and m’gonna spoil you rotten.” He spread her legs open, looking at the mess where they connected. Her poor cunt was still swollen from this morning but she took it like a camp, shuddering when his thumb brushed her clit. “God, handing yourself over to me… Love it so much. M’gonna take such good care of you, baby.” His promise was true. Her hand clutched over her breast, nodding up at him as her body tightened up slightly. The stimulation and new angle made it hard for her to breathe in the best of ways.

His thrusts were deep and full of promise. Groaning through his teeth as he watched her underneath him, watching her face twist with pleasure and her stomach jump with his thrusts, he knew he didn’t ever want to see a body other than hers under him again. “S’my perfect girl. Going to wake up to you every day and see that perfect face, make you just as addicted to me as I am to you and this perfect body. You’ve ruined me.” Y/N had made him a man on his knees, weak for a woman when he swore he wouldn’t again. Only this time, it was worse, and he didn’t fucking care. He’d give it all up for her. “M’keeping you. Y’know that, baby? You belong to me, and m’gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted…” one of hus hands fell down to her stomach. “Remember what we talked about? Hm? What did you want daddy to give you- What did you beg for?”

Y/N got even more wet, mewling at the pressure on her stomach as she remembered exactly what it was. “A baby- I want you to give me a baby, Daddy.” She whimpered. “Y-You said, you said you’d get me pregnant and I want it. I want it, I want you to breed me and keep me full and- oh, fuck.” Y/N’s begging was cut off with his deep thrusts gaining speed. He’d lifted her just a bit, abandoning her clit to pull her lower body up just a bit with his hands. Her eyes watered, feeling his cock punch right against the spot she had desperately needed with the adjustment, hands flailing to grab on to the couch as she got fucked.

Harry liked the sound of that. Far too much.

“I’ll give it to you, baby. I’ll give you the pretty house, pretty ring, pretty babies in you… You’re driving me mad. God, I fucking love you. Stay with me, forever.” His face was beaded with sweat as he fucked into her deep, imagining those very things. She agreed to the house, moving in with him. He was sure that would be the direction they were going in. He wouldn’t let her go.

Regardless of how much it could cost him.

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emeritus-fuckers · 8 months

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Okay, indulge me. A S/O who’s into fear and dangerous situations with the Papas, all except older Nihil.

S/O who’s into fear and dangerous situations...

Hope this is what you were after :D - Nyx

Primo

He's very chilled about it. He is happy to just sit back and watch you as he is getting a little too old to join in. He'll brew a pot of tea and just wave enjoy seeing you so happy/scared.

But if it's something he can join in on he will.

You told him you were going to do a skydive and he agreed to join you.

You both went with an instructur. You jumped out one after the other so you could hold hands on the freefall.

He's also more than happy to watch scary horror movies with you.

He also set up a scary halloween trail in the garden one year.

He asked you to try it out and when you came out looking terrified he knew his work was done.

He then gave you a tight cuddle.

Secondo

Very wild parties... like properly wild.

He doesn't normally take his S/O to them, he would normally just take them to the slightly less wild ones.

He is more than happy to take this into the bedroom. Fear and danger mixed with a lot of pleasure.

He can give you whatever you need or like.

He makes sure it’s always safe, that he will stop whatever he is doing if you use the safe word. But to you it will feel like he hasn’t.

He'll pay for whatever dangerous situation you want...

You wanna go and learn to ride a motorbike go for it. He'll pay for the best lessons and buy you the fastest bike.

But he also wants to make sure you are safe. Especially with say a motorbike, they are properly dangerous and he buys you the best safety gear and mainly arranges for you to ride it on a track.

Terzo

He joins in whenever he can, in a very flamboyant way.

One time he chartered a private yatch for you both to have a holiday together.

You went out on jet skis together, jumped off the highest part of the boat and went scuba diving.

Terzo is also very careful about your safety. More behind the scenes however, he makes sure his Ghouls check everything over and that they are there incase something goes wrong.

Terzo also likes to jump out on you a lot and then he bursts into a fit of giggles.

If you complain at all he'll just shrug and say "I thought you liked being scared cara?"

Then he'll pull you close to him "or is it because I am so good looking you can't contain your shock at being so lucky to have me hmm?" He'll brush his lips against yours and smile. "That's what it is I know amore, I can't quite get over it myself..."

Copia

He's constantly trying to make sure you are safe. He'll double check all the knots and ropes when you go climbing.

He'll then spend the entire climb asking if you are okay, checking on everything.

A rat is hiding in his pocket and peaks out at the long drop below, they make little sqeaking noises.

Copia himself then looks down and similiar noises start escpaing him.

You have to talk the poor man through it all.

He still comes with you on things as he wants to be able to look after you.

He worries a lot.

He did try to take his tricycle mountain biking... it went interestingly.

Young Nihil

He often gets people confronting him for stealing their partners. He will calmly point out that those people he slept with are not anyone's property... It tends to escalate pretty quickly into a fight.

Nihil is a bit useless when it comes to actually throwing fists so it looks kinda funny.

But then whole bar then nromally erupts into chaos. Which brings the biggest smile to Nihil's face. He'll have his Ghoul's deal with the person who attacked him in the first place, before pouring you both a shot of Tequilla. You then lean back against the bar and enjoy the view together.

That might not be the danger you were looking for... but still there it is!

He also has a really fun side, whatever daft thing you want to do he's up for it. He normally takes it one step further...

He'll party, drink, take whatever and do whatever. In his own way he will try and make sure you are okay. He means well, he wants to keep you safe he just isn't always the best at that.

I can guess you two would probably end up in the hospital at some point, but it would be one hell of a story that put you two there.

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rd0265667 · 1 year

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Hanni x Reader: Like you wouldn't believe

Staring blankly at the heart locket in her hand, Hanni fidgeted a little, pressing the little button, the clasp unlocking with a click You were always so beautiful, She could get lost in your eyes forever. Oh, if only she could.

It was 3 years ago, she still remembers clinging onto your shoulder, nagging you about the journey "Did you take your pills?" She questioned, rummaging around your bag as you chuckled, reaching to the front pocket of your bag "Would you just calm down darling, even if I don't take these pills, I still won't forget you. I could never forget you, my love." You turned to her, ruffling her hair. She puffed her cheeks up, as you chuckled, squeezing her cheeks and laughing. "I've got to go now darling, but I'll text you once I get a signal again, okay? I love you" You whispered into her ear, as she nodded, giggling as she felt your light breath on her neck, before mumbling a soft "I love you too" "Link up?" She took her locket, pulling it up as you chuckled, pulling your half of the locket, merging it to form a heart. "Stay safe!" She shouted out, hugging you before you left. If she knew what would happen, she would have hugged you just a little longer. Hugged you forever.

Resting on her couch, the news flickered on her television, shattering her heart. "A ship has gone down near the Pacific Sea, and while some were able to make it to the life boats, there are a number of passengers who have been missing." Rushing to her computer, She found the list of passengers who were missing and were unable to make it on the lifeboats, her heart sinking. L/N Y/N

Seeing feet shuffle from the corner of her eye, Minji looked at the locket in my hand, a look of sadness and pity on her face, before she took her seat next to Hanni, buckling up as the air steward reminded her of the turbulence. In an obvious bid to get her mind off the locket, Minji pulled out a file of documents, setting it on her collapsible table Inside the file was the information about a songwriter Hybe wanted them to meet, the song writer being in charge of their next song and wanted to meet the girls to better understand how the song writing should be approached Sighing, She pushed the documents away, having read it beforehand, her eyeline finding itself back on the locket, and the person inside it. Even now, her heart still yearns for you.

After dealing with the normal dose of paparazzi, the 5 girls found themselves in the back of the company chartered van, speculating on the mysterious person they were supposed to meet. This person's work had received critical acclaim from many artistes, and NewJeans were the first Korean GG to be able to partner up with them "Hopefully he or she isn't some eccentric billionaire type." Minji chuckled as the 5 girls descended from the van, the others lightly chuckling before they were let into the studio. The 5 entered a room with papers scattered everywhere, and in the middle of the room, a figure sat, spinning in the chair to face the girls "Hi, NewJeans, it's a pleasure to meet you." The figure got up, bowing and greeting the girls. While three of the girls bowed, two of them stood in shock Unable to contain herself, Hanni charged at the figure, throwing them into a tearful embrace. "Y/N! Where have you been!" Hanni shouted as you stood, stunned before Hanni was forcibly removed from Y/N "Miss, just because you're an idol doesn't mean you get to touch whoever you want!" She shouted, before turning to you "Are you okay baby?" "I'm fine Jen" Recoiling, Hanni looked in confusion "Y/N, don't you remember me?" She questioned, her heart slowly breaking once again "Who are you?" Y/N asked, slightly breathless from the shock Feeling short of breath, Hanni grabbed her chest, her hand finding the locket which had what seemed like the last thing that was of her Y/N. "Wait, that!" Jennifer exclaimed, reaching into a drawer at the table, pulling out the other side of the locket, Hanni's eyes flaring open. "That's it! That's the other side of the locket, see!" Hanni ran up, connecting the 2 sides together, unclasping the lockets, expecting to see the joined photo that she and Y/N had split up for the locket. Instead, where there was supposed to be her picture, a picture of the girl Y/N was with instead. That same girl approached Hanni, looking at her with a look of understanding now. "You knew Y/N before the incident?" She asked, Hanni nodding as Minji ran up to comfort her. She then lead Minji and Hanni out into the empty hallway, as she introduced herself as Jennifer, or Yunjin if they preferred her Korean name, then explained what happened.

Jennifer was out at a nearby river, fishing when a small glint by the river caught her eye, and as Jennifer rowed over, she was shocked to find someone unconscious, hunched over a piece of debris as the waters buoyed the debris, waves dictating the movement. In shock, Jennifer quickly pulled the unconscious body onto her boat, rowing back to her house, where her mom, who just was a doctor, did preliminary checks on the body. After doing checks on the body, other than a concussion, no other major injuries had been sustained. You eventually came to consciousness, awaking in the small hospital ran by Jennifer's mom, the only hospital in the small town she lived in. You introduced yourself as Y/N, and thought that it was 2016. After checking the things you had on you, a locket with a picture ruined by the waters, and a bottle of pills., they did some checking, After some testing, Jennifer's mom determined that it was dementia pills, and that the concussion added with the early onset dementia resulted in memory loss, that would most likely be permanent(I know this isn't how Amnesia and Dementia interacts, but it's for the sake of the story)

Hearing that, Hanni fell backwards, Minji narrowly saving her from hitting the ground. 2016. Two years before you and Hanni got together. You meeting her. You forgot loving her. You forgot her. Her last promise to you. She forgot it.

As Hanni stood stunned in disbelief, Minji and Jennifer had to go back to official talk, agreeing to still continue the collaboration, Jennifer wanting Hanni to spend some time with you too. Even though she was your girlfriend, she didn't think it was her place to stop you from getting your memories back.

The meal was awkward, to say the least. Minji had explained the situation to the other 3 girls, and now, the 7 of them sat at the table together. Sensing the tension at the table, and the conflicted look on Hanni's face, Jennifer began serving up food to the NewJeans members and Y/N, setting a special side of Avocados for Y/N "Y/N doesn't like avacados." Hanni said, voice dripping with jealousy, and a little despair. "I do...Maybe the person you knew didn't like them, but I do." You said, Jennifer recoiling slightly at the harsh tone she had never heard you use before. Hanni stared at you lifelessly, before running out, tears dripping as Minji excused herself, going to comfort her friend. Frustrated, you buried your face in your hands. You hated this feeling. Slamming your fists on the table, you left, Jennifer chasing after you as the 3 girls were left sitting at the table, unsure of what to do.

"Y/N, why are you acting like this!" Jennifer questioned, looking slightly disappointed as you crossed your arms, your stern demeanour not dissipating. "You know I don't like thinking about the past, and now you're keeping someone here who's going to make me think of it 24/7, without even asking me first." You shot back, Jennifer pursing her lips together before walking to you, lightly holding your hand "Put yourself in her shoes Y/N. What if I disappear one day, and you thought I was dead for 3 years, only to discover that I was alive all that time, but I didn't remember you anymore and didn't want anything to do with you. How would you feel..." You hung your head, she was right, you hadn't considered how difficult this must be for Hanni. "I'll do what I can."

"Hanni, are you okay?" Minji shouted frantically as she raced through the studio, trying to find Hanni, only to find the Vietnamese girl burying her fist into a wall, screaming and crying as the wall felt merely a fraction of the hurt Hanni was feeling, her bloody knuckles colliding with the drywall, staining the white walls. "It's broke! Broken! A promise I spent the last 3 years believing. BROKEN!" Hanni screamed, unleashing another flurry of punches into the wall before falling to the side from exhaustion, her tears staining the ground she laid upon as Minji looked, the fact that her friend was in pain and she couldn't do anything about it was eating her up inside. She wanted so badly to help Hanni forget this pain she was feeling, forget how much it all hurt, but how? She got her love back, only to lose her love all over again. Minji wanted to tell Hanni that it was all going to be okay, that it wouldn't hurt so much, but Hanni had been lied to too many times. This would just be the latest in a long string of heartbreaking lies. As Minji helped Hanni up from the ground, Jennifer ran over, hearing the commotion, calling out for you to get the first aid kit.

"Are you okay?" You asked, lightly applying ointment to Hanni's knuckles, the idol gritting her teeth in pain "What do you care." She muttered out, her voice now monotonous. "I'm sorry, Ms Pham." You muttered out, cursing yourself the moment you said it, aware of the hurt it caused Hanni, noticing the void in her eyes as you applied the dressing over her wound. "Save it." She said icily, the only way she could talk without breaking down again. As you secured the dressing, she stood up, her left shoulder colliding into you as she left. From the back of the room, Jennifer came out, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Ms Pham? It's like you want to break her heart..." Still lightly peeved from the bump earlier, you rolled your eyes "You're forgetting that I don't know her! I might be her former lover, but to me, she's just Miss Pham. Pham Hanni of NewJeans. Nothing more than a business acquaintance. Nobody." You grumbled out, Jennifer sighing before tensing up, noticing a shadow at the door that bolted away just moments after. This was going to be tough. "Aish, just try, for her sake alright? We have a recording session in 3 hours." Jennifer said, patting your back as you packed up the first-aid kit

"So I whipped up some demos for you guys based on the music I've heard from you guys recently, have a listen." You explained, before turning the speakers on. Jennifer was sitting at your side, helping you with the inputs, and the NewJeans girls were sitting behind you two As the music played on, you couldn't help but look with a twinge of guilt at Hanni. From the few videos you had watched of her, she was usually a pretty bubbly and cheerful girl, so seeing her so lifeless and sad, especially because you were the cause of it, wasn't a great feeling. Behind you, Hanni sat at her seat, devoid of emotion, despite her rather pivotal role when it came to NewJean's discography, her mind was blank. Nobody. Nobody. That's all she was to you now. Nobody. She lowered her head once again, before something caught her eye, as she pulled a tissue out, extending it to you. Just before you could ask Hanni what that was for, you let out a sneeze, grabbing the tissue from Hanni's hand before uttering a thanks "How did you-" "Your right ear twitches before you sneeze." Hanni explained, averting her gaze from you once again "Wow, I didn't even know about that." You exclaimed, a little surprised that Hanni could notice something so minor "Yeah, not bad for a nobody huh?" Hanni shot back, your face lowering as you realised she had heard what you had said previously "Let's focus on the music, shall we?" Sensing the tension, Minji stepped in, trying to prevent another incident. You nodded, turning back to the computer as you felt Hanni's eyes on you, not knowing just how much longing and hurt hid behind her emotionless eyes

After the music session, the 5 girls headed back to the hotel, Haerin whispering to Danielle in the back of the van, Minji holding Hyein as she rested, all eyes on the heartbroken girl in front of them. Even as she slept, Hanni was plagued with a nightmare. A nightmare that was so real. Maybe because it was. Because the moment Hanni lost you all over again kept replaying in her head. She didn't have you back for more a minute, before cruel fate ripped you out of her arms once again.

Hanni knew it was a bad idea. She knew that it was just going to hurt going back to the studio early, by herself. But like a moth to a flame, no matter how badly it hurt her, she so desperately wanted to see you again. So, 2 hours before her group mates were supposed to leave the hotel, she left on her own, travelling to the studio. Walking into the studio, Hanni froze, her mind travelling back to the happy times she used to have with you, as your melodious laugh filled the studio. Hanni missed that laugh so much. She would watch your videos together when she was sad, when she was missing you, and watched the way you and her used to have fun, the way you would laugh out in joy and ecstasy when you beat her in a video game. But a video recording couldn't capture the way you made Hanni's soul feel a little better when you laughed, how you would make her happy when she didn't think she could be happy anymore. Hiding behind the pillar, Hanni peeked around it, seeing you tumbling around with Jennifer, your hair a mess as the two of you played around, jumping from place to place, side to side, giggling as she landed on top of you, tickling you as the two of you laughed, smiling and screaming. From behind the pillar, Hanni found herself smiling too. You were happy, Hanni missed seeing you happy.

Noticing the new shadow in the studio, Jennifer quickly got up from on top of you, awkwardly smiling to Hanni, "Hey Hanni, anything wrong?" Hanni smiled back, a happy look you hadn't seen since you met her two days ago. "Nope. Nothing at all"

The week went by in a flash. You and Jennifer produced about 3 songs for NewJean's new comeback, and you found yourself having pretty good chemistry with Hanni, working together well and bouncing off of each others ideas. Hanni was back to how you saw her on those variety shows, happy and energetic, messing around with her members in the studio and being an overall funny person. It was fun. The day that NewJeans headed to the airport to head back to Korea, you and Jennifer travelled to send them off. As you waved goodbye to them, you signalled to Hanni to wait a little, before turning to Jennifer, lightly grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "Could you wait in the car?" You asked, Jennifer getting a little nervous as she looked at you in confusion "I'll be with you in a bit. There's just something I have to do."

"What did you want to talk about?" Hanni asked as the two of you leaned on the railings to the departure hall. "I just wanted to apologise for the way I acted when you first got here, and say that I'm sorry I'm not the person you want me to be." You explained, looking up as Hanni turned over to look at you. "No, it was my fault, I shouldn't have acted as if you owed me your old self, and don't apologise. You might not be the person I fell in love with, but who you are isn't so bad either. Besides, I'm glad you're happy with Jennifer, she really loves you" Smiling, the two of you exchanged glances, before Hanni checked her phone, Minji rushing her to get in. "I've gotta get going. See you around" Hanni said, pulling her luggage along with her as she turned toward the hall, as you said goodbye, turning to move to the car. As Hanni walked slowly, she halted in her tracks once more as she heard your voice travel over to her. "I bet we were fun." You said, tears dripping down Hanni's face as a bittersweet smile adorned her face, reminiscing on all the happy moments she had with you. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe."

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BBF5: Jump Off The Roof

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 5 Word Count: 7k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring yachtrry, punishments, facing fears, and semi-public smut

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 4 - PART 6

Preview

“What am I gonna do with you, hm?” he asked condescendingly, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “Didn’t use words, didn’t get up when I asked you multiple times… someone isn’t being very good today. Someone is being a bit of a brat.” The last word hung in the air. YN hadn’t intended to break any rules, she didn’t mean to be a brat. She was just a little wine sleepy and cozy from the rocking of the boat, honestly. But if being a brat meant he might choke her while they looked out at the ocean, then maybe it wasn’t the worst outcome after all. “Still no words for me? Darling, you aren’t helping yourself right now. Was already gonna punish you but the more rules you break the worse off your punishment is gonna be.”

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YN had never been so disappointed to brush her own hair.

It had just felt so nice when Harry was doing it for her. He was so gentle, saying sweet words and filling her insides up with gooey warmth, directly contrasting the way he had teased her ruthlessly with her toys moments earlier. And he had to jump up and walk away from it all so quickly, leaving her alone to finish brushing her hair herself. In an empty room. On an empty bed. Filled with the memories of what had just taken place.

She finished getting herself ready for bed, realizing that in no way did she have the energy to do anything else for the night after doing that with Harry. YN even went as far as making up the bed and was about to get into it when Harry finished up helping her brother get ready for his date and knocked on the door again.

“Oh darling, you aren’t going to sleep in that messy bed. Come on, come spend the night with me.”

And who was she to disagree?

Harry held her close as they ate dinner and went to sleep early. Too early, maybe. But they were both pretty wiped out after the day in the sun and all the playing they had done. Maybe it was all for the best, though, because YN was able to sneak back into her room early in the morning before anyone was the wiser.

The only real downside was that she was left with time by herself to think and wonder and worry over what she was doing with Harry. The last few days had been so much fun, and she wouldn’t take them back for the world. In fact, she wanted to live in this fantasy they were building together for as long as she possibly could. She reveled in the way he spoke to her, the way he touched her, the way he treated her. He could go from being so gentle to so harsh in the blink of an eye, and she loved living on the edge for it.

But what did it all mean? Who was she now that she knew she liked to be treated this way? Was she really getting into a secret relationship with her brother’s best friend? Was it really a relationship at all?

She didn’t know. And she was too afraid to ask.

So instead she continued on with the day as normal, meeting the rest of the family downstairs for breakfast (and eating a yogurt, a fruit, and and egg, because Harry’s brows raised every time she tried to get up and clear her plate) before collecting their things and hopping aboard the yacht that her parents had chartered for the day.

YN had only dreamt of something like this - to be on a chartered yacht off the Italian coast on a warm day. Dressed in her favorite blue bikini and a silk cover up, a hat adorning her head as she continued to read her book she was taking it all in, she was grateful to have learned that Harry had some sort of in with the owner of the boat, and got a good deal on it for the family that day. The whole day felt like one big breath of fresh air.

They snacked on a charcuterie board for lunch, indulging in a few glasses of wine each and talking about their favorite parts of the trip now that it was nearing the end. YN of course had several favorite moments which she would be unable to tell the family, but she and Harry shared a knowing look when it came around to her turn. She lied, of course, and said she just loved the sound of the water on the beach and getting a chance to really read her book.

Harry said he enjoyed playing games, especially in the water, and YN almost choked on her sip of wine.

By mid afternoon, they were all pleasantly tipsy, and Harry was clearly having a hard time keeping his eyes off of YN. Her brother even noticed it at one point, groaning and shoving Harry when he was distracted by her. “Come on man, I swear to god if I find out you’re fucking my sister I’m gonna punch you in the face.”

He didn’t seem to be too bothered by it, though, because within about thirty seconds he was back to recounting his night on his date with the girl from the pool. They had gone to a small cafe for dinner, talked a lot, apparently she was on a girls’ trip but they had all decided to try and find separate dates for the night that night. YN tried desperately not to listen to him, but with the wine in his blood he was talking louder than he should have been and she was unfortunately privy to all the details about how she was such a great kisser and he didn’t get home until 3am and…

YN walked away after that, unable to keep hearing the lewd story she wished to never know. She went to one of the bedrooms on the inside of the boat, a nicely made bed with fluffy pillows calling her name. At first she was planning to continue reading her book (it had just gotten to the good part where he offered to share his hotel room with her). But soon, the gentle rocking of the boat was easing her into a sleepy state.

By the time Harry followed her downstairs, her eyes were drifting closed. She wasn’t even entirely sure if she heard him come in, or if she was already dreaming. He looked so pretty the way he was standing there, shirt off and short shorts hanging low on his waist. His skin had tanned quite a bit on this trip, looking warm and comforting. His thick thighs were on display, a soft sprinkling of hair showing that he wasn’t a little kid anymore either. Her mouth was practically watering at the way his muscles contracted as he moved.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her, he gently moved a piece of hair out of her face and around her ear before stroking the back of her head lightly.

“Hi baby,” he whispered. “Look so pretty like this.”

YN sighed, eyes squeezing closed.

“Did the wine make you a little bit sleepy?” he cooed.

She responded with a noncommittal hum.

Harry let out a breath before continuing. “Need you to wake up, darling. Gonna waste all your time on the boat. Don’t you want to come play in the water with me?”

Her ears perked up at the word ‘play’, but instead of making a move to get up she just snuggled into her pillow further.

“Come on, sweet girl. Don’t leave me all by myself. Be good for me.”

But still, she didn’t move.

“I’ll ask nicely one more time. Please get up and come swim with me, honey.”

“But I’m sleepy,” she finally responded, words fumbled under her breath.

Harry stood up then, and YN opened her eyes when she felt the bed move beneath her and the loss of his hand resting on top of her head.

“Oh, so now you’re willing to speak to me?” he replied, brows high on his head.

She just shrugged.

His mood shifted quickly, from trying to gently coerce her into waking up to instead harshly directing her to allow him to play. “Roll onto your back and spread your legs,” he commanded as he walked towards the door and turned the lock.

Obeying, she rolled over and stretched her arms high above her head as she let out a yawn. Eyes squeezed shut as she did so, she noticed Harry walking back over to her, jumping a bit upon feeling his weight on the end of the bed.

Harry stroked his hands up and down her lower legs for a moment, head tilted to the side.

The last word hung in the air. YN hadn’t intended to break any rules, she didn’t mean to be a brat. She was just a little wine sleepy and cozy from the rocking of the boat, honestly. But if being a brat meant he might choke her while they looked out at the ocean, then maybe it wasn’t the worst outcome after all.

“Still no words for me? Darling, you aren’t helping yourself right now. Was already gonna punish you but the more rules you break the worse off your punishment is gonna be.”

YN just responded with a whine, a frown standing out on her lips.

“Well if that’s how you’re going to be today, then fine. I’ll treat you like the little brat you clearly are. Take off your clothes.” When she didn’t move right away, his tone got even harsher. “I said, take off your clothes.”

And if he was going to play this game with her, she might as well play along. It couldn’t be too hard to pick up the part, could it? All she had to do was disobey him, even when her natural instinct was telling her to be agreeable to whatever he said. But she’d be lying if she claimed to not want to know what kind of punishments he might inflict on her, especially after the way he was talking in the ocean the other day. Would he edge her some more? Tie her up? Spit in her mouth again? She didn’t know, but she was desperate to find out.

“If you want them off so bad, then you do it,” she spat back at him.

His eyes got wide for a moment before he took a deep breath.

“Babe, I need you to tell me your color. Do you actually not want to play right now or… are you just really playing?”

“I’m green, Harry,” she assured him.

“Ok then.” He took another breath, refocusing his energy.

After a moment, he leaned forward, crawling up her body until he was face to face with her, lips just barely touching. She wanted so badly to lean up the fraction of an inch and close the space between them, to feel his plush, sun-warmed lips on her own. But she knew waiting and feeding into this role would make it even better.

His tongue dragged over his lips slowly, wetting them before he spoke. “When I ask you to do something,” he whispered, voice deeper than she had ever heard it. “I expect you to do it. Is that clear?”

Silence.

“I said, is that clear?”

Again, silence.

Harry grunted, crawling back down her body, taking her little silk wraparound coverup with him as he goes so she’s left just in the bikini she was tanning in earlier. She can feel the way he drinks her up as he eyes her exposed skin - her most intimate parts still covered but that doesn’t change the way his attitude makes her feel exposed to him.

“Harry,” she whines softly, under her breath. She almost wasn’t sure he heard it, until his eyes met hers again and his frown turned into a slight smirk.

“Oh now you’re talking, hm? And not even calling me sir… tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?”

She felt goosebumps rise up on her skin, but she stayed quiet, desperate to know what he was thinking but trusting that whatever it was, was going to be amazing. He promised to always take care of her, always make her feel good, and even when they were playing like this she knew he would fulfill that promise.

At first, he just teased her, as if wanting to see how much each of them could really take. He let the tip of his finger curl beneath the waistband of her bottoms, running back and forth along her lower tummy. She could feel her own muscles quivering beneath his touch. Then he moved his attention back to her bikini top, snapping one of the strings like a middle school boy might do to an exposed bra strap. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden movement shocked YN enough to let out a little gasp.

Finally, he started taking action. First dragging her bottoms down her legs and throwing them to the side. Rather than entirely remove her top, he pulled at the triangles, exposing her breasts to him. She could see the desire in his eyes when her nipples perked up from the cold of the room around her.

“Where are they right now?” she asked quietly, trying to gauge if she had the privacy and space to make the noises that were getting caught up in her throat.

“Getting dinner ready, I think,” Harry responded absentmindedly.

That meant they would be on an upper deck, surrounded by pots and pans and dishes and the stove and the oven and all kinds of things making noises that would easily drown out whatever might come from this bedroom in the coming moments.

“How much time do we have?” she asked again, as Harry’s hands started to graze up her legs and reach her tummy.

He shrugged. “Enough.”

His hands continued their journey, up to brush lightly over her nipples, a fire in his eyes the whole time. She gasped lightly at the feeling, his eyes shooting to hers at the sound.

With one hand still on her chest, he brought the other one up to her neck, wrapping around it with no warning, bringing back memories of their first time together out on the balcony at the hotel. It was poetic, really, thinking back to how he kept telling her to look out at the open ocean, and now they were floating on top of it just days later.

YN gulped, or she tried to at least. The weight of his hand against her throat felt nice, and the slight airway constriction was sending her head into spirals. Looking up at him, she couldn’t help but feel completely safe. His other hand was still playing with her sensitive nipples, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than his name.

She didn’t even realize that she had been saying it outloud until he removed his hand from her chest and used it to lightly slap at her cheek. It was more like a pat, but the sound was enough to make an impact.

“Don’t call me that. You know not to call me that when we’re playing. Such a fucking brat…” he mumbled the last part under his breath as he removed his hand, wiping it on his shorts.

“I’ll call you whatever I want,” she spit back at him.

“The fuck you will. Spread your legs.”

No matter how hard she wanted to play the part and be a brat, she couldn’t help but follow his instructions this time. It was hard not to want to spread her legs for him every time she saw him. It was hard before he had touched her, all those years of pining after him, believing he was the one thing she could never have. But especially now that she knew what he could, how he could make her feel. She would never give up an opportunity to feel him there.

“Such a slut,” he said, hand still around her neck. “Acting like a brat and the only thing you listen about is opening your legs. My little whore.”

She whined in response.

“Now I’m going to move my hand, but you don’t make a sound unless I tell you to, ok? And if you want to say my name, I want to hear ‘sir’.”

She nodded, but there was clear mischief in her eyes.

With a deep breath, Harry refocused himself between her thighs, a place that she was finding him in more often than not these d ays.With one finger, he dragged her wetness from her weeping hole up to her clit, rubbing it around in a few tight circles. But it was clear he wasn’t going to be doing that for long, his attention elsewhere.

A hand on each of her ankles, he tugged her legs harshly to adjust her so her knees were bent, exposing herself even more to him as her hips were canted upwards.

“There we go,” he said under his breath.

YN didn’t really have time to wonder what he was thinking, because what came next happened so suddenly, she wasn’t entirely sure that it had happened at all. One moment, his hands were on her ankles, and the next, her core was stinging in pain and pleasure and his hand was rubbing at her folds to calm her down.

“What was that?!” she gasped.

Harry chuckled darkly before responding. “That, my darling, was your punishment for not listening to me when I asked you to get up, multiple times. And I think we’re going to do a few more of them too…” he trailed off for a moment before looking back at her. “You remember your colors?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

He hummed, not giving her the usual “good girl” or even “good” as a response but just accepting it and moving on.

Harry continued then, spanking her hard over her pussy, directly over her clit this time before rubbing lightly at the area, his other hand resting comfortingly on the inside of her thigh. YN swallowed her own gasp at the impact.

“Why are you so mean to me?” she whined.

“M’not mean,” he responded. “M’punishing you. ‘S what you earned.”

Another slap came down hard on her center.

“I don’t like when you’re mean,” she whined again.

Harry laughed under his breath then, taking his time and stroking her folds up and down, spreading her wetness all around the area to bring home his point.

“Sweetheart, you can say you don’t like it but your pussy’s dripping, so what am I supposed to believe?”

“Harry.”

Another slap, this one harder than the previous ones.

“I said call me sir.”

YN nodded, her entire bratty facade officially up as she felt her blood pressure rising, heart beating loudly in her ears as she could only breathe through short pants.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. Her eyes were starting to water but she was trying desperately not to let them overflow, not yet.

Another slap.

“Sorry what?” he demanded.

“I’m sorry sir!” she cried out, voice just on the other edge of watery.

Harry let out a breath, looking her up and down and giving her body a moment to recover. His eyes still sparkled with something, but YN was too far gone to put much thought into it.

“Good girl,” he praised, dropping a hand down to graze circles over her tummy. “Now then… I’m hard as a fucking rock. Can’t go back to your family looking like this, can I?”

“No sir.”

“That’s right, so keep your legs open for me. I also need to punish you for talking like a brat. Gonna keep being a bit mean… So remember you can tell me your colors even when I don’t ask for them.”

Harry waited for her response before pulling his tiny shorts down just low enough for his cock to bounce up against his own abs. And he was right, he was rock hard. Even from her bad angle, YN could see every vein and ridge on his thick length, ruddy head leaking out a bead of precum without even being touched.

“Think you can take me without having my fingers first?” he asked, lining himself up with her hole.

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

“When I first get inside of you, I want you to tell me your color, ok?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ok.”

Harry didn’t wait another moment, thrusting his hips hard into hers, her knees bent and resting around his waist as she called out green through a shaky breath.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled in response to her color.

And before she could think about anything else, he was fucking her. Not just having sex with her, but fucking her with the brute force she always knew he possessed but never dreamed to be able to see or experience. Looking up to his face, she saw him biting down hard on his lower lip, surprised that he wasn’t drawing blood as he slammed into her again and again. The sound of his hips hitting her ass rang out in the room around them, YN’s moans and groans of pleasure mixing in as well. The chorus around them sang loudly, harshly, intensely.

“Fucking dammit,” he grunted after a particularly deep thrust. “You feel so fucking good, shit. So tight. Oh my god…” he groaned at the end of his thought.

“Harry! Please!” she called out.

“Love it when you beg for me, beg for my cock.”

“Yes!”

“Not gonna last much longer,” he admitted. “Tell me you want my cum. Tell me you deserve it.”

“Want it… want it so bad… I need it,” she begged.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Fill up that pretty pussy?”

“Yes sir!”

“Wanna feel it here,” he said, pushing down on her lower stomach. “All the way in your tummy?”

“Yes sir!”

He was balancing on his hands above her, but soon fell down to his forearms, head hanging low between his shoulders. And if YN had the clarity of mind, she would have thought the sight was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The line of sweat at the top of his forehead and soaking his chest hairs making him shine like the sun above her. His mouth wide open, like he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Even after only being with him a handful of times, she could tell already that he was close, a thought that was soon confirmed when he sat back on his knees, dragging her by her ass so he could continue fucking into her.

“Harry, please, please sir,” she begged again.

But all her begging and pleading was to no avail, as right when his brow scrunched close and his breath got caught in his throat, he was pulling out of her. His ropes of cum landed directly on the outside of her pussy, across her mound, and a few drips on the inside of her thighs. Harry kept his hand around himself for longer than he needed to, trying to get it all out or due to the post-cum stupor, YN couldn’t know.

When he opened his eyes, he was smiling, looking down at where he had covered her.

YN whined, frustrated that even after begging he decided not to cum inside of her like she liked.

“Oh,” he said, smile quickly turning into a frown. “Did you want my cum inside of you?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

“Well then you have to be a bit more specific when you’re begging, hm? Besides… not sure you really deserve it after the way you spoke to me.”

Subconsciously, YN started to pout - she had never been told she didn’t deserve cum before like this. But Harry leaned up, pushing her lower lip back into her mouth with his thumb.

“No, you don’t get to be upset about this. You knew you weren’t gonna like your punishment when you spoke to me that way.”

Nevertheless, she whined in response.

He only groaned, sitting back on his knees again and taking in the sight in front of him. The whole picture was lewd, practically pronographic. Her pussy was puffy and pink and wet, covered in both of their fluids. There were no bruises - but YN had a feeling it was only because she was wearing a bathing suit and he didn’t want their escapades to be exposed that way.

His warm cum was growing cold on her skin, the mess in dire need of cleaning up. Based on previous times together, YN was expecting that Harry would find a washcloth in a closet somewhere, run it under warm water, and gently remove the evidence that he had claimed his territory.

Harry had other plans, however. Instead, he kneeled down at the end of the bed, dragging her by her hips and bringing her spread center up to his mouth as he took his first lick.

“Fucking love this little pussy,” he whispered to himself.

He used his tongue and his fingers to mix together his cum with her wetness before swallowing it all down. With his first two fingers, Harry massaged YN from the inside while his tongue continued working on the outside. YN knew it was messy because she could feel how wet she was, how easily his fingers and tongue were sliding over her skin, and the sounds he was making as he was eating as if he had been starved for days.

It wasn’t long before her fingers were gripping the sheets below her, her teeth biting down hard on her tongue to try to keep herself from making too much noise.

“Fuck, Harry…”

“Not yet, brats don’t get to cum whenever they want to” he grumbled, without lifting his face from her fully.

She took a deep breath, willing her pleasure to fade even just a little bit so she could remain in control of herself, but it was getting more and more difficult by the second. He was just so good at what he was doing, sucking hard on her clit and rubbing her in all the right places, his mouth devouring her like he was born to do it. YN’s eyes had been squeezed shut for a while now before she started truly squirming, desperate to get a little space from Harry and breathe on her own.

“Hey, stop it,” he said, bringing his other arm around to hold her still for him.

“Feels so good… I can’t…”

“You can and you will. Now stay still. You don’t get to cum until I say you do. Is that clear?”

YN nodded.

“I said, is that clear?”

“Yes sir.”

He responded by spitting directly onto her clit, as if the area needed any more moisture at all. But the sight of it was just too much for YN as she let her head fall back onto the pillow. She tried her best to stay in control, but the truth was she had never tried to hold back an orgasm before, because she never needed to. With other guys, she was desperately trying to get there at all, and by herself, well she was happy to just let it happen as often as she could. This was different, and it was difficult, but she trusted Harry and wanted to follow his orders.

Still, she couldn’t help but keep wiggling within his hold, her toes curling and uncurling over and over again, hips rocking back and forth.

Harry backed away from her, removing his fingers as well, and she finally had a moment to take a breath. But the break didn’t last long as his hand came down hard on her wet lips, just as it had five times earlier.

“I said, stay still. Do you want me to tie you up?” he threatened.

YN’s eyes got wide.

“That’s what I thought. Now do what I say or you won't like the consequences.”

“I’m trying H, but I-”

She was cut off with another spank, causing her to cry out in response.

“Trying isn’t enough,” he told her. “You hold it back, or I stop all together, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

He went back to work, but it wasn’t long before she was squirming once again. She didn’t mean to, she wasn’t trying to, she just couldn’t help it. It felt so good and she was trying so hard and she didn’t know any other way to hold back her own pleasure. She could already feel it tightening up into a ball in lower stomach, ready to explode at a moment's notice.

“Harry,” she gasped out again. “Not sure… I can’t…”

She was so close. Her head was rocking back and forth on the pillow in a desperate attempt to distract herself, but it wasn’t working. One more second of this and she was going to pop, she just knew it. Her muscles were tight, her pussy was throbbing, and Harry was hitting every spot exactly right.

And then, it was over.

Harry stopped. He just stopped. He released her body back down onto the bed, where her chest was rising and falling rapidly. She opened her eyes to look at him and saw as his entire lower face was glistening with their combined fluids. It was lewd the way he wiped it off with the back of his hand, licking his fingers at the end to savor the taste.

“Harry,” she whined, questioning why he had stopped.

“Told you, if you kept squirming you weren’t gonna like the consequences. So now, you don’t get to cum yet. Not until I decide you’ve earned it. Three punishments in one afternoon, that’s a new record, I think,” he teased.

Before she could respond, Harry got off the bed and found a washcloth in the closet, just like YN had expected he would earlier. She watched as he wiped his own face and hands with it before throwing it in the hamper. He washed his hands and rinsed out his mouth before coming back to sit on the edge of the bed.

YN looked up at him with a scrunched brow. He always cleaned her up after they were done. No other guy had ever done that for her before, but he always had. She was confused as to why he got rid of the cloth already.

As if reading her mind, Harry spoke up. “Not gonna clean you up this time either. Gonna let the ocean do that, I think,” he explained.

“Oh.”

“This is what happens when you aren’t a good girl for me,” he said with a shrug. “You did this to yourself, baby.”

Before she could think to respond, they heard loud cheering coming from the upper deck, both their heads looking in that direction as if the ceiling would be able to tell them anything about what was going on upstairs. YN tried to not to think about if the boat was really as soundproofed as she had hoped.

“Come on then, better see what all the fuss is about,” he said, grabbing her bathing suit and helping her carefully get back into it. He slipped his cock back into his shorts, although the limited material was doing little to create any modesty for him, and YN couldn’t help but stare a little bit. He smiled when he caught her looking, but didn’t say anything, instead leading her to the door.

When they got back onto the deck, they saw that dinner was almost ready and YN’s parents were cheering at her brother, who was inside a floating tube in the water. YN was still a bit shaky on her legs, easily feeling the wetness left between them but desperately trying to flip that switch in her mind and remember her surroundings.

“He jumped from the roof and made it into the middle of the floaty on the first try!” her mother eagerly informed them.

Harry was instantly excited, asking for all the details of how he had gotten up onto the roof of the boat in the first place, obvious that he was trying to replicate the trick.

“I’ll do a flip into the water!” he told them all. “Come on, YN!”

He grabbed her hand, leading in the direction of the ladder that her mom had pointed out, but YN’s feet didn’t move. She was stuck in her spot as she looked up at how high up the roof above the captain’s quarters was, knowing that the boat itself was tall. The jump would easily be 50, maybe even 75 feet from the roof to the water.

“What’s wrong?”

“I.. um…”

YN’s mother cut her off. “Oh honey I thought you weren’t afraid of heights anymore? Come on now, you aren’t a little kid. Have some fun! Do something exciting!” she pushed her.

Of course she wanted to do something fun. It sounded exciting. In the past she hadn’t been one to take many risks, but maybe that was changing anyway. Admitting to Harry out on the balcony that she had a crush on him was a risk. Continuing to hook up with him in secret was a risk. Who was she really to claim that she wasn’t a risk taker anymore?

“Come on,” Harry said softly, bringing her attention back to him. He was looking directly in her eyes, and for a moment she almost felt like no one else in the world existed. “I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

And YN just couldn’t say no to a promise like that from Harry. She agreed, following him to the base of the ladder.

“Why don’t you go up first,” he suggested. “That way if you fall, I’ll be right here to catch you.”

“Yeah… ok,” she agreed hesitantly.

As she stepped in front of him, Harry whispered into her ear, “also gives me a great view of that ass.”

All YN could do was smile in response as she climbed up the ladder. Towards the top her foot missed a rung, and Harry’s hand immediately went to grab at her ankle, keeping her steady and directing her to the next step.

They made it to the top, but still, YN was chewing on her lip and fidgeting her fingers as she looked down at the ocean.

“Do you want me to go first? Or do you want to hold hands while we jump?”

YN thought it over. She desperately wanted to hold his hand, knowing it would make her feel safe and protected as she took the plunge. But she also knew that the whole family, including her brother, was watching them. And rule number one was to never let him find out so… she might just have to conquer this fear on her own.

“You go first,” she said. “Wanna see that flip you said you could do. Then if I go too deep into the water you can save me again.”

He looked at her softly, tilting his head. She noticed as he started to reach out with one hand before pulling it back quickly.

“Right then…” he said, trailing off.

His body looked so pretty as did a somersault into the gentle waves below. The splash was big, but he came back up for air quickly, smiling and laughing as he waded next to her brother. He made it look so simple, so easy, so inconsequential. It wasn’t fair.

“Come on!” Harry called from down below. “Just jump, it’ll be ok! I promise!”

“Yeah, scaredy-cat!” her brother teased from next to him. “Just get it over with!”

She took a deep breath. She could do this. It was easy enough for both of them. Harry had jumped pretty far out away from the boat, which was probably a good strategy to make sure he didn’t land on the deck or hit the side of the hull. And YN knew she could do that because there was just enough space to take a little bit of a running start. But both of the boys had done tricks, and YN didn’t have any tricks.

Looking down again, she saw Harry’s face. He was looking up to her with a soft smile, but his brows were crinkled just a bit with concern.

He would be there. Harry would be there at the bottom and everything would be ok. He had saved her from the water once before, and he could save her again if she did something stupid like hit her head or get tangled in seaweed or-

“YN!” Harry called up again.

Another deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment as she took a step back. Then, with two steps of a running start, she leaped out away from the boat, screaming as she flew through the air.

At first the scream was out of fear, but within a short moment it turned to a scream of fun, of excitement, of adventure. A smile spread across her face. She did it! She actually did it!

And then she hit the water, sinking deep below the surface. Her eyes were closed, but arms were flailing enough to feel around her. There was no seaweed, and it was only a moment until she felt a familiar hand wrap around her wrist, helping to pull her to the surface.

YN giggled when she got her first breath of air, proud of herself for what she had done. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Harry, his eyes wide as he looked at her proudly. For a moment she could have sworn he was leaning in to kiss her, only to back away when her brother swam closer.

“I knew you had it in you, kiddo!” he congratulated, a pat on her back from where he was comfortably floating in his tube.

She turned around to see her smiling older brother beside her.

The three of them swam in the warm, clear water together as her parents set the table for dinner. The sun was going to be setting soon, and the sky looked so pretty through the few clouds drifting overhead. Harry’s laughter was ringing in the back of her head, and she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

She smiled to herself while they were in the water, and then all through dinner (especially when Harry accidentally took an entire plateful of peas). And she smiled when they sat around the table talking about their plans for the next day, and she smiled when she volunteered to clear the table for everybody.

And she smiled even more when they realized there were three showers on board, and it was decided that her parents and brother would get the first turn, leaving YN and Harry to themselves as the boat began floating back to harbor.

They sat down together near the back of the boat, watching the wake behind them as the sun was setting. The sky was an array of pinks and oranges and a little bit of leftover blue. Her feet dangling off the edge, YN sat close beside Harry, tentatively resting her head on his shoulder.

“You know,” he broke the silence. “I think I still owe you an orgasm, don’t I?”

YN perked up at that.

“I earned it?”

Harry laughed lightly. “My girl conquered a fear today, she definitely deserves to cum.”

“I’m your girl?”

Harry hummed in agreement. “You’re mine now, didn’t you know?”

YN didn’t respond, except to lean forward and kiss him lightly through a smile. Their lips only touched a bit, but his were soft and plush, warm from the sun and wet from his own tongue. If they had more time, she would fully indulge, crawl on top of him and make out with him for as long as he would let her. She loved the way he held her face, or rubbed at her lower back, or grasped her ribs, or rubbed her sideboob.

But before she could get too far into it, Harry separated them. “Come on now, don’t have much time, do we?”

YN looked around. “Here? Now?”

“Yeah, baby. Why not.”

“Think we only have five minutes at most before they come back up,” she reasoned.

Harry looked down at his watch, then back to YN.

“That’s plenty of time, come on now, lay down.”

He guided her body so she was lying on her back with her feet planted on the ground, knees in the air. Spreading her legs with his hips, he used his own body to cover her and try to keep some semblance of modesty, just in case the captain happened to look that way in the next five minutes. Harry supported his weight on his forearm next to her head, leaning down to place another gentle peck on her lips before allowing his hand to travel under her bikini bottoms.

YN was going to protest, having never done something like this so publicly. But the only thing that came out of her mouth was a slight gasp when his fingers expertly started playing with her clit.

“Is that good, sweetheart?” he cooed.

“Yes sir,” she breathed out.

His arm worked a little harder, fingers sliding themselves inside of her while the heel of his hand still worked against her clit. They were in a rush, so she could feel that he was pulling out all the stops right away, not teasing like he usually did to her. But she wouldn’t complain. His fingers were like magic, probably gained some strength from his time in front of a piano or holding a guitar. The reason didn’t matter, though, just the way he was making her feel.

It wasn’t long before she felt her orgasm building in her lower belly.

“Harry I… I’m gonna…”

She looked around them, worry on her face. If even one of them was out of the shower already, they could hear her when she finally popped around his fingers. And she knew she didn’t have the self control to stay quiet enough.

“I’m loud… I can’t…”

Harry shushed her, adjusting the way he was holding his weight so he could cover her mouth with the hand that wasn’t occupied.

“Come on now, darling. Let go for me. That’s it… right there…”

And she did, following his instructions exactly and biting down on his finger when she couldn’t get to her own lip to keep herself quiet. A muffled moan sounded lightly, but YN couldn’t find it in herself to care anymore. Harry was there, and he was all she was thinking about. His fingers, his hand, his face, his…

“YN, where are you?” she heard her mother call out from the other end of the boat just as she was coming down from her high.

She was panting, unable to put any words together, looking desperately at Harry instead.

“We’re just watching the sunset!”

Yeah… something like that.

MASTERLIST - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 4 - PART 6

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shipcestuous · 1 month

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Long Lost Son

So I watchedthe movie Long Lost Son that I mentioned in this post, and boy, is it ridiculous. (There’s a link to a download in that post.)

The main character is Kristen, played by Gabrielle Anwar. She has a three year-old son, and she had her husband are in the middle of a divorce. The are living in California. The husband, Quinn, takes the son to the Florida Keys and fakes their deaths in a boating accident because he was afraid of losing custody. 15 years later, Kristen is watching a friend's video of her vacation in the Caribbean and sees Quinn and the son, now known as Matthew (played by Chace Crawford), in the video.

It starts out setting up the vibes. Before we see Matthew and Quinn in the video, the friend is talking about how good looking they both are. Then the movie establishes that Matthew is 18. Then Kristen flies to the Caribbean to find Matthew. A local is talking to her about how handsome Matthew is and how popular he is with the ladies. It was hilarious.

The aforementioned local asks Kristen if she's there to get her groove back, and she says no, and she's not, but the appearance is totally there. Middle-aged woman, beautiful but shy, very interested in the young man with the boat. It's hilarious.

Plus it's the Caribbean, so Matthew is shirtless all the time and she's in a tank top or a bathing suit.

Quinn and Matthew own and operate a charter boat. When Kristen first meets Matthew, Quinn isn't there. She charters the boat for the following day. Matthew tells her to bring her swimsuit and she's all confused. It was totally like this hot young man was going to bring her out of her shell.

Plus she spends all of this time watching him wash his boat shirtless. The police actually come up to her and ask her why she has been watching him for hours. Kristen tells the police the truth. She inconveniently doesn't have any photos of her with Quinn from before. That's the kind of writing we're dealing with. The policeman forbids her from telling Matthew the truth until he can verify it so that she doesn't jeopardize the investigation, so the awkward vibes have to continue. What a shame.

The next day, Matthew takes her out alone.

Actual unedited exchange:

So they go boating alone, and he takes her to his secret beach, and then she doesn't want to go scuba diving, but he convinces her to go. It's all so accidental date. Then he catches a lobster for her and they eat by a fire on the beach wearing hardly anything at all.

Then they lay on the beach and sun, talking about how wonderful it is. It is so ridiculous.

Then he starts talking about how beautiful his mother was.

He obviously doesn't remember her that well or he would recognize the woman right next to him. I honestly don't know how realistic that is. I feel like she would seem familiar at the very least. And she hasn't changed her look at all. They should have had her change her hair.

Matthew, also inconveniently (or conveniently, depending upon how you look at it) has no pictures of his mother. But at least Quinn explained that by saying she died in a fire.

She starts crying as he's telling his story and he puts his arms around her. And then she put her hand on his leg. I was laughing out loud.

Then they make another date:

More flirting:

Then it’s like she’s gushing to her friend:

So then the truth comes out, and this is after he knows:

And one more scene at the airport when he’s coming back home with her:

He doesn’t haven’t a love interest. She has remarried since Quinn “died” but I don’t think she’s deeply in love. She might as well have not been married, it wouldn’t have changed the story at all.

#shipcest #long lost son #introduction #r: ms #nc #commentary #noiv #nr #kristen and matthew #long post

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archetypal-archivist · 1 year

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A continuation of this.

For the Badboyhalo x Spreen AU.

It's a troll. It is 100% troll, Spreen tells himself after that first fight. He's not quite sure what BBH is, somewhere between a demon and a netherborn probably, but the face he makes when he starts spewing Spanish like bullets from between his teeth...

It's just, so funny. The man is so polite it's actually painful and his screeching about language reminds him of the worst agony aunts, so when he leans over to kiss him... He really does think it's just a troll. To the victor go the spoils and anyone who actually defeats him in PVP deserves something.

A kiss is something, right? A taunt, a tease, a little something to spite Roier, who is somewhere between a friend, an enemy and an ex for him.

So he leans over and presses a kiss to BBH's cheek and immediately he knows he made a mistake.

The texture under his lips lands somewhere between solid shadow and crushed velvet, with the faint scent of cinnamon and ginger wafting up from BBH's sinfully soft skin. It makes his face feel tingly and warm, as if he's about to sneeze.

It's too much, all of it, so Spreen spins on his heels and makes like a charter boat, booking it for the ocean. Unbeknownst to him, his face is flushed with the palest hint of pink.

He decides to give it a day or three, just to pull Bad into a false sense of security. Surely if the kiss affected him that much it must have affected Bad all the more and is thus an entirely valid way of pranking the other man. See how flustered he can make BBH, ha. Besides, it's not like it's guaranteed to happen- Bad has to win, first.

But when Spreen actually hunts Bad down again, this time the other found stealing from Foolish's chests near spawn, Bad is actually happy to see him.

Confused perhaps, but pleased, which Spreen doesn't know how to deal with beyond just staying quiet and throwing another blade at Bad's feet.

They fight again and this time, Bad wins the first match, but Spreen rebounds and wins the rest, only stopping when BBH requests a break to make more toast as he's exhausted and out of food.

He- pauses. Takes in the other's appearance, the red flush on his cheeks and the tired pinch at the corner of his eyes that speaks to hidden pain from a few blows too many, hard and heavy.

And perhaps it's impulse or guilt or any number of things but Spreen rocks up, kisses Bad's cheek again, and runs off once more. It's only as he's fleeing that he realizes that he forgot to take back the other's sword.

On BBH's part, his day has gone from delightful to... Strange and delightful he supposes. Sure he was accosted by a bear hybrid murder hobo- seriously, does Spreen even have a house?- but hey! Free sword. That's pretty cool.

Spreen tries to justify it to himself as he shows up again and again and again, tries to pretend that it's only a prank, but the number of times he actually sticks around after a kiss says otherwise. Pranks are only truly funny when you see the other person's reaction and the only thing humorous in this situation is the comical amount of iron swords he keeps losing. Not ideal.

And say what you will about Spreen, but a coward he is not. It's time to do something. But... What?

I'll cover that at a later time.

#minecraft #fanfiction #qsmp #my writing #badboyhalo x spreen #badboyhalo #spreen #quackity smp

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empireyachtsdubai · 1 year

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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RIO/MANNY x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: y’all seem to like domestic Rio/manny from me and I’m here to deliver with some mess on the side ofc! This was supposed to be out before the fourth but…I was too lazy and unmotivated to write lol but reading some books that are collecting dust in my room inspired me to! Hope you had a fun and safe holiday IF you celebrate lmao. We only celebrate since it’s my big bro’s bday. Anyways!!! This was deeply inspired by all those fireworks gone wrong videos that seem to surface every year! Here’s a cute? Summer prompt. Hope this doesn’t flop like my others ones ✌🏽

WARNINGS: violence, violence, violence! Disability, trauma, mentions of edibles + language — if you’re familiar with my work then this isn’t news to you! 😆 + mentions of the punisher crossover but not overly important!

Song playing in the background while written if you’re wondering or not—it’s fine—

#11. Fireworks from this prompt list here.

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To cope with the fact that you almost lost the love of your life, you went out and bought a boat.

“Mama, what’s this charge on the joint account?” Manny scratched at his buzzed hair, looking at you underneath his lengthy eyelashes as he sat at the dining table.

You hummed as you placed your sleepy daughter, Emmanuelle, “Emmy,” into your husband’s lap. With ease he wrapped a arm around her entire waist as the 3C girl relaxed into her father’s chest, not talking his ear off this evening.

Plopping down in the chair next to them with your glass of Sauvignon Blanc, you slid the bank statement closer to your line of vision since you took your contacts out for the night. Your eyes scanned over the numbers from last month, resulting in you lifting your shoulders, nonchalant.

“Yes, that’s the boat I bought this summer for us to take out on the lake.”

Manny twitched his bottom lip to the side, slightly biting down on it as he deeply inhaled, “…we ain’t discuss that. Anything that’s coming out of our shared account is usually discussed and I’ve got a fantastic memory so…run that by me again.”

Raising your brows you huffed out a laugh, “oh yeah? How about when you spend thousands on toys for your baby girl?”

“I enjoy spoilin’ my girls, sue me.”

“And I enjoy retail therapy.” You challenged, raising your glass as you swallowed the rest of your wine before getting to your feet, “it’s your turn for night time duty with Emmy, i don’t think she’ll give you too much of a hard time tonight.”

Standing up, you leaned forward to place a kiss on top of Emmy’s almond scented thick hair and walked off with Manny watching you leave.

“Yeah, at least somebody won’t.” Manny muttered, as he lightly began to bounce the four year old on his lap.

Manny should have known that this was going to be hard for you. No matter how hard you tried to downplay the situation. You weren’t a stranger to the dark side, mostly everybody on your fathers side was part of the one-niners and although they tried to not include you in the stigma, you ended up with someone who was simply on the other side.

The wrong side.

The two of you been married since twenty-one and twenty-two and dealing with each other for much longer (17-18)…minus the times you broke up. There was no escaping what you had and what Manny was involved in. Usually people tended to keep you out of it all but it was almost next to impossible considering who you surrounded yourself with. You weren’t completely innocent, you learned at a young age with your dad and uncles in and out of prison and what small jobs were asked of you. This was the real time you had to get your hands dirty, when it became knowledge that the sons put a hit out on the Mayans.

All of the Mayans, including the Yuma Charter.

It was that gnawing at your gut that got you involved. When you haven’t heard from Manny and with the recent death of Canche, you did not have a good feeling. So with a quick call to your girls (real girl gang shit!) and cousins, you rode out for your man.

That was the first time you committed a crime or what you considered a real crime: homicide and everyone expected you to be shell shocked, much like you were in those brief moments you put Issac down on his got damn knees.

Not in the way that he wanted, that’s for sure.

“Y/N.”

Humming on your side now in bed, you didn’t bother to turn to Manny who rested beside you.

“Are we gonna have a honest conversation about you purchasing that big ass boat that’s sitting in the front yard?”

Keeping your eyes closed you continued resting on your hands, “What’s there to talk about? I bought it for us but if you don’t want to use it, I can always take the girls.”

“So you can throw ass at some horny college boys passing by?” You could tell Manny was shaking his head, “absolutely not. I know how y’all get with Julio in your system—it’s not even about the boat, it’s your mental behind that.”

“I always wanted a boat, I saw it, wanted it aaand,” You sung, “I got it. Next time I’ll purchase it from my account but it’s a family gift…so I didn’t see the big deal.”

Next time?

It was Manny’s turn to raise his brows.

“You know baby girl might be traumatized being in a big body of water like that.” He spoke.

That’s when you turned slightly to face him in the dim room. It happened last summer on a lake house trip in upstate New York, Emmy was in the water with your mother on a floaty. There was another boat close by with some college students on water ski’s. Somehow Emmy got away from your mother, ended outside of her floaty and under the water where her arm got caught in their blade. Your daughter almost lost her entire arm and that was probably one of the most scariest moments of your life.

Of course you took that into consideration, what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t? When you were growing up you were hardly a water person but your mother forced you along with your siblings to like it. Your father wasn’t much of a water person either but he preferred the lake over the beach any day.

“She might,” you answered, “but she’s gradually getting familiar with the water again after she received her prosthetic. We’ll have her safe in the kiddie pool. Not the lake. We all unfortunately get exposed to things we don’t want to, doesn’t mean we have to live in fear over it.”

Manny tilted his head at you, lightly damping his lips. “Mama. I understand where you’re comin’ from but we agreed we weren’t gonna do that, raise our kids how our parents did us.”

“Have you met your child, Manuel?” You stared hard at the man you usually adored but was on your nerves tonight, “she’s ambitious, quick on her feet, and will do whatever she wants when she wants, just like you.”

Manny rubbed at his mouth in thought. The last part sounded more like you but he wasn’t about to argue that, not tonight. It was evident you weren’t keen on explaining yourself fully to him, he figured that was only a conversation you wanted to have with your therapist. Manny meant to run up on the therapist after he left the club the other night but given that he was at war with the sons, he had to make sure he was coming straight home to you and Emmy. He wasn’t sure if the sons knew what you did but he was positive this would be a everlasting war, since more of their own were dropping like flies.

However that meant getting the one-niners involved since you were technically part of them. Manny made it his job now to inform the rest of the charters but it was to his surprise to learn Ezekiel Reyes now sat in the president’s chair. That was a problem for another day but right now his focus was on you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He pressed the side of his head into the crease of his shoulder.

Manny watched as your body seemed to release some of the tension in it. You smacked the back of your hand against his face, making him grab your hand to nip at your fingers.

“Duh, we’re in this for life dummy. I just don’t want to be vulnerable around you right now, want to focus on the positive and moving forward. Is that too much to ask for?”

Manny could respect that. When you were growing up you were much more sensitive when he first met you, he found that shit cute and poked fun at you, cooing, “sweetheart!” Whenever he greeted you. Life has a way of changing you either for the better or the worse, manny was still unsure where you fell on that line; especially now that he put you in the position to save him from being burned alive.

He lifted his thin frame off the bed to slide in beside you as you rolled back onto your side. He entangled himself with you, cuddling you like you were his damn pregnancy pillow, smushing his face against the side of yours.

Sliding a bit against your champagne colored silk scarf you laughed as he clicked his tongue in irritation. It was his own fault for having dewey skin and thinking he could just rest comfortably against your scarf like that. He knew what the deal was so he shouldn’t be acting brand new.

Once he was comfortable fidgeting his face around, he let out a small sigh as he squeezed you tight against him.

“Aight focusing on the positive, got it.” He responded after awhile, “want to hear something that I know that you don’t?”

“Um…”

“Your moms planned a gathering here at the spot for the fourth. Called me about it and said she’s tired of having it at her place and that it was time for us to host, her words: we had a big enough break since Christmas.” Manny stated making your eyes snap open.

He wouldn’t allow you to turn and face him with how snug he had you in his arms though.

“How the hell is that positive? Basically she just told you what the fuck she’s gonna do? Not ask?! The fourth is three days away, we don’t have enough time to plan for that shit! You have shit going on at the club, I’m frequently at therapy now while still managing a boutique, on top of that with a hyperactive four year old—I don’t even like having people in our house and she knows that.” You grumbled.

Manny laughed, “and you said baby girl gets doing what she wants when she wants from me? Yeah aight. That’s all your side.”

If your arms weren’t locked in Manny’s arms right now, you’d elbow the shit out of his ribs.

“Don’t stress, we always make it work don’t we? Just relax and try to get some sleep, I’m right here.” His smooth voice provided you the comfort you needed as the night shined on.

★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆

The night sky began to burn in navy blue with specs of pearls that waved hello. The cookout seemed to fly by pretty quickly despite the stress your mother placed on you. She always had these bright ideas but at least she was here to help out with setting up and making sure the food was right. With everything going on you wanted to cater but your mother wasn’t having that…which meant more work. It was almost as if this was thanksgiving and Christmas all over again with how much dedication she put into it all. If showing up at nine in the morning didn’t speak for your mother, then there wasn’t much more you could say to convince anyone else.

“Your mother means well,” your father would always excuse—until she pissed him off that is.

So you had his voice in the back of your head whenever she ticked you off throughout the day. Once the woman had a edible mid-afternoon she calmed her boisterous attitude down for awhile until one of your best friend’s, Cherish requested the DJ—her on and off again boyfriend to play one of Chris Brown’s tracks from his new album, that your mother came down from her high. It was already a sight to see your mother act a fool to Al Green but it was a whole other thing once she heard Chris Brown.

True embarrassment was felt even when your no good friends and cousins hyped her up. You been seen enough, keeping your distance across the yard as you mingled with a few old friends that came up from NYC: Frank, Karen, Billy, David and his wife, Sarah. Manny wasn’t that found of the three men, especially David but he kept it cordial as you did the same with Ezekiel and Angel Reyes.

You weren’t sure what Manny was thinking by allowing not only the brothers but the rest here at your home, your supposed safe haven. They maybe working together and Manny was still holding onto the benefit of the doubt when it came to EZ but you knew Manny was smarter than what he was playing at.

It was hard for you to hide your emotions when you didn’t fuck with people, so you didn’t hold your tongue when your husband introduced you. You found Angel big headed (literally) and annoying much like your late friend, Johnny Cruz told you he was. He was basically a man-child and you heard the gossip from other women who were friends of your girl-friends how he couldn’t get his shit together. You knew men like him, shit, you fucked men just like him in college when you and manny weren’t together. So to have him standing here in your home simply annoyed you. It was projection sure but you couldn’t really help that.

Ezekiel on the other hand had this arrogance about him. You only heard some of the chatter the Yuma charter would say once they all became acquainted and it was clear they didn’t fuck with their side. However Manny was one to always look at situations from all perspectives…which was odd to you since he made it clear he would kill and die for your child. EZ seemed to be analyzing you as much as you were him, although he had such a charming smile, you saw darkness in those honey wooded eyes.

So you kept your distance from most of the Mayans, mostly speaking to Marcus, his family, and what was left of the Yuma Charter, if you weren’t speaking to your own.

The night was running as decent as could be until a pop ripped through the air. It seemed as if you almost stopped breathing, your head searching for the cause of the sound as smoke flew into the air; before multiple pops ripped in the sky; forming colors.

“Now who the hell?” You heard one of your friends ask.

You heard manny call out, “yo, primo Jamal! This what we doing? Give me a signal next time, man.”

You noticed all of the clubs holding onto their straps.

Your cousin, Jamal, grinned from his spot from the side of the house, “just had to make sure these old things still work my guy!”

“Okay, nobody told you to do that tho.” You called out, eyes in slits.

He kissed his teeth, “everybody else startin’, we can’t go out like some punks! Gotta show ‘em what we got!”

“I’m with Jamal!” Angel agreed, beer bottle held up in the air.

Your glare was now on the taller bearded man across the yard and Manny held his hands out to you, telling you he would handle it. He motioned to the DJ to keep the music going as he waved the Mayans from both charters to follow him to a few of your cousins that huddled together. Shaking your head you inhaled air through your smile as you turned back to the conversation you were sharing with your amused sibling.

What happened next may or may not be triggering. With the music down, the smell of charcoal still lingering in the air, stomach’s full, and gentle night breeze swirling around, most gathered around to watch the fireworks decorate the sky. You could hear in the distance other fireworks going off and what seemed like a nice way to end the night, quickly turned into another nightmare you didn’t need.

The first and second round of works were cool, pretty even but as the third was starting you found that you wanted to be under your man’s arm with your daughter clinging onto either of you. You quickly became bored with the continuous popping and began to move through the yard as everyone watched in awe or brought their phones out for keepsake. As you were making your way through the yard, you had that feeling in your stomach again, making you pause.

A garbage can was smoking on the opposite side; away from where mostly everyone was gathered. Before you could pry your lips apart, the garbage can lifted from its side into the air with the deafening sound of a BOOM that shook the ground. You flinched, watching in horror as your backyard filled with smoke, sparks flying rapidly and shooting towards the windows of your home.

You were sure you would need window replacements now.

“Y/N!” You heard Manny yell over the screams of your running guests.

The can began to spin at the impact once it fell back to the ground, spitting out more fireworks towards any and everybody. You spotted your cousin Jamal laying on the ground now, a great distance from the garbage can.

Before you could make your way over to his stupid ass, the smoke began to make your eyes burn as more fireworks went off from all areas of the backyard now. You felt a hand grip your wrist and yank you through the smoke and away from possible damage.

You panted as you now stood in the street, slightly choking as you used one hand to hold onto one of your thighs. Rubbing your eyes you faced Manny’s who watched you in concern while he held onto Emmy, who clung to his neck.

“You okay, mama?”

The sound of the mini explosions made your heart pound. Using the back of your arm you wiped the sweat that began to form at your forehead and shakily gathered your hair up to air your kitchen out. Swallowing, you folded your fingers into your palms silently motioning for your child who easily gripped onto you, swinging her legs around your hips.

“If Jamal isn’t dead, I’m gonna kill him.” You gritted.

You hugged Emmy who giggled against your neck, “mommy, that was fun!”

Fun? It was time for her to go to bed, for real.

You snapped your head back at Emmy who giggled up at you and you shook your head as you placed her head against your chest. You mouthed to Manny who bit back a smile, “thats your crazy child.”

The lanky tattooed man leaned towards you, pressing a hand into your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re alright. We’re alright. Right? Everybody okay?!” He turned to the guests that stood in the street.

“Hell nawl!”

“I think I done shitted on my Versace.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“What a party!”

“I guess.”

“Do we look alright to you, homie?”

“The hell was that?!” A few of the Mayans echoed after the short troll doll looking one, you think Manny said his name was Bishop, exclaimed.

You noticed Ezekiel nodding his head for Manny to head his way and it was your turn to grip his wrist. Immediately he faced you, his eyes soft but questioning before his mouth did.

“If anybody is truly hurt, and I hope to God they aren’t. they’ll think this is the son’s doing but if it turns out to be the Reyes brother’s…this is going to be a real fucking,” you whispered the swear knowing you had your daughter in your arms, “problem, I promise you.”

Manny searched your eyes, noticing the major shift in you since you had his back weeks ago.

“I know, y/n. I hope that’s not the case, for their sake. I got us, always.” He pulled the both of you into a long embrace.

Boldly you responded, “me too.”

You pulled back, peering up into his eyes to let him know you meant that, in which he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and dipped his head at you, squeezing your shoulders, he leaned forward to peck your lips quickly before spinning on his heels to handle business, as usual.

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Continue along with summer anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #good girls nbc #rio x black!reader #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #manny mayans x reader #manny montana #the punisher #ez reyes #Angel Reyes #marcus alvarez #bishop losa #johnny cruz #Johnny coco cruz #coco cruz

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stephensmithuk · 1 year

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Boat trains

Boat trains were dedicated railway services that operated from London and some other places to British ports to connect with ships. These trains did not go on the ships themselves, bar the Night Ferry, which is much later than the period we're discussing.

You could buy through tickets from London to various continental destinations (as well as places like the Channel Islands or Ireland) and these dedicated trains were indeed generally limited solely to those heading overseas. Liverpool Street, Charing Cross and Victoria were particularly associated with them:

Liverpool Street used Platforms 9 and 10 for its trains and you could actually walk into the Great Eastern Hotel directly from the platform.

Victoria used Platforms 1, 2 and 8. 2 is still commonly used for charter services and the British Pullman that connects with the Venice Simplon Orient Express, although the latter connection is stopping from 2024, partly due to Brexit.

Blackfriars had a wall showing the various destinations "served" from there, which is still on display after being cleaned up.

Once across the Channel/North Sea, you would board another connecting train operated by the relevant local company. London to Paris was therefore doable within a day. These through connections included the Orient Express, which had carriages from Calais and the various European destinations were displayed on the departure boards:

Trains also operated in connection with the ocean liners that left from places like Southampton.

As Watson does in "The Final Problem", you could register your heavier luggage subject to fees if you went over a certain weight and have this carried in a separate luggage section, it being moved between trains, ships etc. by porters. I am sure some of it got lost.

British Railways even developed a special battery-powered railcar, the Class 419 Motor Luggage Van, for the purpose of carrying registered luggage onto the quays at Dover where a third rail would cause safety issues, which would be attached to the main train until detached there.

Immigration formalities would be dealt with at the ports, but you could sometimes also deal with customs at your destination for registered luggage, Victoria having a facility for this.

Boat trains were considered the most premium expresses, using the most modern carriages, the newest engines, and the most experienced crews. They would also provide at-seat catering in some cases for first class passengers. Bradshaw's has plenty of advertisements for them.

Boat trains to Dover continued to run until the opening of the Channel Tunnel in 1994. You can still get through tickets from London to the Netherlands via the Harwich-Hoek van Holland ferry, but there is no longer a dedicated train, which stopped in 2007.

#letters from watson #sherlock holmes #history #trains #boat train #but not train boat #the final problem

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sjsmith56 · 7 months

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Island Recluse

Summary: A woman writer is drawn into a 10 million dollar prize being offered to the person who finds and writes about Bucky Barnes, who went into hiding after helping Captain America deal with the Flag Smashers. Tracking the clues to an exclusive resort on a remote island in the Bahamas, she finds things there aren’t quite what they seem.

Length: 6.1 K

Characters: Named OFC (Maya Riggs, no physical description), Jerry the pilot, Curtis (resort attendant), Antoine (resort manager), Jake (resort bartender), and Kelly, (worker at the resort), Pepper Stark. (The resort people are in disguise.)

Warnings: deliberate over serving OFC alcohol, deliberate drugging of OFC (not done for malicious purposes), description of further trauma for Bucky Barnes, deliberate memory loss (for good reason).

Author notes: This plot appeared in a dream but was considerably darker. Told in first person by OFC.

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It started out as rumours; someone was offering a big commission to find an individual and write an investigative article about him, a man who was an enigma from the time his identity had been connected with the infamous assassin known as the Winter Soldier. The man, Bucky Barnes, had defied all attempts in the second half of the 20th century and then another decade into the 21st to find and neutralize him. The longest serving PoW ever recorded, he had been kept as a prisoner of HYDRA, changed into a super soldier, tortured, brainwashed, then forced into becoming an assassin, taking out whoever HYDRA ordered him to, until his final mission. That was the one where he was ordered to kill his childhood friend, Steve Rogers. His own memories had resurfaced, fought the programming that forced him to kill. He saved his friend and, in the process, helped to bring down the secretive organization that were this close to taking control of the world. Then Barnes, after helping the next Captain America, Sam Wilson, defeat the Flag Smashers kind of fell off the radar. He left New York, moved to Louisiana for a while, then just disappeared.

There were sightings of him; running a bar in the Maldives, operating a fishing boat charter in Huatulco, Mexico, even a rumour he had opened a restaurant in Thailand but by the time anyone wanting a piece of that commission got there he was gone, like the ghost he was thought to be at the height of his assassin years. When I got a mysterious email, offering me, Maya Riggs, still struggling to pay my college tuition, the chance to join in the search for the elusive Barnes I jumped at it. This was my chance to prove I could work with the big names in journalism; find the clues that would lead me to Barnes, then write about the chase, and perhaps about the man. My reward would be a cool 10 million, as well as the title of the writer who cracked the mystery of where Barnes was.

Two years later I was on the cusp of what I was sure to be the biggest story of my life. I was in a seaplane flying in a long sweeping arc over a remote crescent shaped island in the Bahamas group of islands. On the aircraft’s final approach towards the multipurpose dock that seemed to be the only access point to Lunatum Island I noticed the thick foliage on the small but lush isolated refuge. It was thicker than I expected, almost as if it was saying I was going to have to dig deeper to find any answers. As the pilot skillfully landed the small aircraft on the calm turquoise waters, the seemingly endless white sand beach looked like it extended forever but I knew from looking at maps that the beaches were only present on the inner part of the small crescent shaped isle. Still, when it’s the only land for many miles it could feel bigger.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” asked the pilot, Jerry. “You’re fortunate to come here. It’s very exclusive and I can count on one hand the number of people I’ve ever flown here.”

“Yet the resort can hold a good two dozen guests,” I replied. “How do they get here?”

“Personal aircraft,” he said. “Not by charter, not mine at least.”

A man on the dock waited for us, signalling the pilot when he was close enough to the dock, then stepping onto the pontoon with a rope to fasten the plane to the structure. The man, with light brown hair smiled as he opened the passenger door.

“Miss Riggs? I’m Curtis. Welcome to Lunatum Island. Your publisher sent a radio message that your pickup will be in one week. Jerry here will return for you then. We’re just waiting for an outgoing guest to get here. If you want to wait in the shade, there are some refreshments in ice for you under the trees on the beach. You’ll go back on the golf cart with Antoine. I’ll bring your luggage.”

So much for coming here incognito. I had already lined up a publisher for a travel story on the mysterious island resort, convincing them to pony up the money to stay here. It wasn’t cheap, more than a year’s tuition at many prestigious colleges. But I was certain that I had the final destination of James Buchanan Barnes. That commission check would be mine.

I thanked Jerry for the great flight then walked on the dock towards the beach. A large metal washtub filled with ice was full of assorted bottled drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. Picking up a beer I opened it then sat on one of the lounge chairs and put my feet up while I took a long drink of the cold beverage. Curtis was talking with Jerry, the pilot, joking in the way that men of brief acquaintance often do. Then he reached in back of the aircraft and pulled out my suitcase, bringing it down the dock towards me.

“How long have you worked here?” I asked when he stood near me.

“A few years,” he replied. “Got out of the services, bummed around a bit, then heard they were looking for someone to handle incoming flights and be a gofer for a private resort. It’s nice and quiet here.”

“How many staff?”

He shrugged. “Many of our guests bring their own. Other than me, there’s Antoine, Jake runs the bar, and we have different chefs that work on their newest creations in solitude that provides the cooking, plus the odd person who is hired on as needed. It works.”

“How many guests are here right now?” I asked casually. “Anyone famous?”

He turned a serious gaze on me. “Our guests come here expecting complete and total privacy. They get it. I would suggest you tone down your curiosity as it could lead to problems, and you wouldn’t be allowed to stay to write your travel article.”

If it was a threat, it was a subtle one but before I could respond we both heard the sound of a golf cart approaching. Driven by a dark-haired man with a single passenger, a very angry but beautiful woman, the cart stopped at where the dock met the sandy beach. Without even waiting for Antoine to get out the woman angrily stepped off the cart and grabbed her suitcase, depositing it loudly on the dock.

“I have never been in a place with such indifferent service,” she complained to Antoine. “No tip for you and I’ll be giving you zeroes across the board on every travel website I can. You call this exclusive? I call it a scam.”

She stalked towards the seaplane, leaving Curtis to bring her suitcase. Antoine, seemingly not bothered by the little scene looked at me.

“Miss Riggs, I presume,” he stated. “Sorry about that. Miss Webster had a different type of resort in mind when she booked her week here, expecting to be waited on hand and foot in a spa experience. That’s not what we’re about.”

I looked at her, now struggling to get into the small seaplane. “She didn’t know you offer a complete break from the world I take it. No wifi, no cell phone coverage, just a place of calm to recharge.”

He smiled. “You get it. Come on, I’ll take you to your bungalow.”

Grabbing my suitcase he put it in the back of the golf cart, waited for me to get in then started towards the other end of the island. While he was happy to talk about the natural beauty of the location, when I began questioning him about the type of people who stayed here, he reacted just like Curtis did and told me not to pursue questions about any of the guests. When we got to the bungalow, I walked inside, pleasantly surprised to find a beautifully laid out oasis of calm. The pastel colours of the walls seemed to promote the feeling of total relaxation. The bed, a large king sized one, was covered in what were evidently expensive linens. Showing me the bathroom facilities, I could tell that no money had been spared in the quality of the fittings.

“The bar is open from 11 am to 11 pm daily,” said Antoine. “It is also where breakfast is served until 10 am, lunch from noon to 2 pm, and dinner from 6 pm until 9 pm. All food and drinks are included in the cost and tipping is not permitted. Power is solar and battery operated while we have a very deep well to provide water so you can shower as long as you wish. As you already know there is no cell phone coverage or wifi so you are completely cut off from the rest of the world.”

“How do you stay in contact?” I asked.

“Long distance radio,” he answered, just a little too quickly for my tastes. “As Curtis no doubt explained and I am confirming again, the privacy of our guests is paramount. You are not at liberty to photograph them without their permission, nor are you to go snooping around their bungalows. The same goes for them as regards to you. I hope you take this opportunity to take a break from the rat race and enjoy our relaxing atmosphere.”

He left me then and I opened my suitcase, pulling out a bathing suit and coverup. Quickly taking a shower I changed and headed towards the bar, located centrally on the widest part of the beach. I had to start somewhere. When I got there several people were sitting in scattered groupings. They all stopped talking when I entered then resumed their conversations after I sat at the bar.

“Hi, what’s your pleasure?” asked the bartender. “I can make just about anything.”

“Surprise me,” I said. “Something tropical and sweet but refreshing.”

With a grin he began mixing some drinks, glancing up at me every so often. I watched him, noticing his well-built physique under the tight shirt he was wearing. His muscular arms were definitely impressive, and I wondered how he kept fit in such a remote environment. Placing an aqua blue coloured drink that matched the colour of the ocean around us in front of me, he topped it off with a skewer of lime and a maraschino cherry.

“A Hypnotic Breeze,” he stated. “Hypnotiq, white rum, lime juice, pineapple juice and simple syrup. Tell me what you think.”

Sipping it gave me a rush of sweet and tart but definitely tasty and I told him, making him grin as if I had made his day. After that one he made another while we talked about various things. It was a different cocktail, but equally as good and definitely potent as I could feel myself becoming more relaxed. It also made me bold as I began to study the other guests, trying to figure out their identities. The bartender, whose name tag Jake confirmed the name that Curtis gave me, watched me while he made drinks for the others, taking them out on trays. He would stand and talk with them, joking about different things, then come back to see if I wanted another drink, which I did as they were so good. When dinner was announced I couldn’t believe the time had gone by so quickly.

“Would you like your meal here at the bar or at one of the tables?” asked Jake. “It’s your choice.”

“Here,” I answered, “so I can look at your pretty eyes.”

He smiled slightly when I said that and set me up with cutlery. I had just enough of my wits about me to push my luck.

“No one ever said you had pretty eyes before?” I asked, trying to keep my voice soft and unthreatening.

“Sure, many times,” he answered. Then he leaned towards me. “It’s just that I never heard it from a guest who hasn’t been drinking.”

“That’s too bad,” I replied, feeling even more bold with the alcohol flowing through my system. “I thought you had pretty eyes before I started drinking. And a nice build, and a hot ass.”

He blushed, which surprised me, that a man as good looking as him would still blush at being complimented. Someone from the kitchen, the chef maybe, appeared with a tray of food and together they served everyone, still sitting at their tables, finishing with me. As I speared a shrimp, I realized that no one had taken an order from me. Then I bit into the shrimp and didn’t care as it was plump and juicy and perfect. Seasoned with just the right amount of butter and garlic I couldn’t get enough of it or the pasta it was paired with. It was incredible food. The wine that was served with it was sublime, and then the pièce de résistance was the chocolate mousse dessert that appeared in front of me. Jake smiled at me, watching with amusement, as I dug into it, seemingly enjoying my cries of delight over the rich creaminess of the final course in the meal. It was the perfect way to finish my first day at the resort. Afterwards I stuck to sparkling water, lounging on a beach chair in the deepening twilight, until I returned to my bungalow and fell into an incredible sleep.

The following day I went to the bar, where breakfast was served buffet style. The assortment of tea, coffee and juices were also self-serve, and I ate without any worries. Although I looked for Jake he wasn’t there, and I guessed he had mornings off. I spent the morning exploring, avoiding the residences as I was warned but I did look for any sign of technology, still not quite believing this island was as cut-off as they claimed. I saw Antoine and Curtis a couple of times, waving to them as I walked. After an excellent lunch of all sorts of salads, and cold dishes designed to refresh I took a nap, then went swimming. Despite my misgivings over the legitimacy of the resort I could feel myself being lulled into the sense of timelessness it offered.

Dinner was as superb as the night before as I sat at the bar, once again admiring Jake. There were other guests there, but he seemed to be focused on my needs.

“So, you had a good first day?” he asked, as he made me another Hypnotic Breeze without asking. “What did you do?”

I told him about exploring and swimming. After sipping my drink, I looked at him again.

“So, what’s your story?” I asked. “You seem awfully young to be working in such a remote location.”

“I’m older than I look,” he admitted. “Was in the army, had some issues, couldn’t function well in a busier place so I looked for a small quiet corner of the world and found it here. I’m happy.”

“No one special in your life?” I asked, toying with the maraschino cherry.

“No. Haven’t met the right one yet. Most women my age like being where all the excitement is, and I don’t.”

He left me then as one of the other guests waved to him and I watched as they spoke, making him grin a little then they looked back to me. Returning to behind the bar he made another round of drinks for them and served them. By the time he returned I was ready for another drink.

“How about a Tropical Bay Breeze?” he asked. “Coconut rum, pineapple and cranberry juice. Easy but tasty.”

I nodded, finding it as good as he suggested. Throughout the evening he gave me more drinks to try. If I had been more suspicious, I would have wondered if he had designs on me based on the amount of alcohol he served me, but he never crossed any lines of behaviour. Not once did he use a pickup line on me or touch me. I did talk to him about writing and how much debt I was in after finishing my journalism degree. Somehow the topic of the 10-million-dollar prize to the writer who found Bucky Barnes came up. He smiled slightly, if a little sadly.

“Is that why you’re really here?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” I spluttered, wondering why I had mentioned it, even as the alcohol haze settled over me. “I’m here to write a travel article. I mean, this is the most exclusive resort in the world. Any writer would give an arm and a leg for an opportunity just to write about this place, right?”

I looked behind me to see what the others thought and was surprised to find I was the only one left in the bar.

“Where did they all go?” I asked.

Jake smiled sadly again. “Back to their bungalows. They do that with every new guest on the island. They don’t want to affect the lottery.”

I didn’t understand what he was saying. “Lottery, what lottery?”

He smiled again and I got the feeling he was disappointed in me. “On the people that come looking for Bucky Barnes,” he replied. “There’s a lottery on what happens when they don’t find him.”

Okay, I was detecting a definite amount of emotion in how he said that, and I suddenly wanted to go back to my bungalow. I slid off the barstool, almost falling over with the motion. He reached out to steady me, but I put my hands out, not wanting his help. I was a big girl. I had been drunk before and could make my way home by myself. I headed one way and heard his voice.

“Maya, your bungalow is the other way,” he said softly.

“Right,” I nodded and turned around, stumbling out of the bar.

It took a while, step by step, one foot in front of the other, but I made it back and fell onto my bed before I had a thought. Who brought up the topic of Bucky Barnes? Was it him or me? Who were these people, really?

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When I woke up, I was under the covers of the bed, still in my clothes, although my shoes had been removed. My head was pounding from the hangover. Beside the bed was a bottle of water and a couple of painkillers. Someone knew I would need this, and I took them, draining almost half the bottle to chase the pills. When the headache subsided, I roused myself to have a shower and changed into shorts and a tank top. I dispensed with putting on the makeup and did my hair in a single French braid. As I did, the last thoughts I remembered from the night before came to my mind.

Determined to get an answer I headed for the bar. Breakfast was still ongoing, and like before it was all self-serve, with no sign of Jake. A young woman came out to replenish one of the dishes and I went to her.

“Is Jake around?” I asked. “I want to apologize to him for my behaviour last night.”

“Jake is off this morning,” she replied.

I looked at her name tag, Kelly.

“How long have you been here, Kelly?” I asked, pouring myself a glass of orange juice and taking a sip.

“About a year,” she answered. “Not full time as I have a job on the mainland. When I have breaks there I come here to work as it’s just as relaxing as taking a vacation. It’s so laid back, you know?”

“Sounds ideal,” I said. “Were you in college?” She shook her head but didn’t answer. “Jake said something to me last night that puzzled me. Maybe you can explain why he said it.”

She stopped what she was doing and stood directly in front of me with her arms crossed. Her demeanour had shifted somewhat but I couldn’t really tell why she seemed irritated with me, considering I had never met her before.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Ask away.”

“He said something about a lottery involving people looking for Bucky Barnes.” I spit it out. No point pussyfooting around the question. “What did he mean?”

“What do you think?” she asked, sounding defensive.

“I think he thought I’m here looking for the Winter Soldier,” I replied.

“Don’t call him that,” she retorted, suddenly sounding protective. “It’s wrong, so wrong.”

“What do you know, Kelly?”

Antoine appeared from the kitchen. “Kelly, take your break, okay? I’ll take over.” He looked sternly at me. “Miss Riggs, I warned you about asking about the other guests.”

“So, he is here,” I stated. “This is where he’s hiding out. I haven’t even seen him but I’m in trouble for just asking. What’s this about a lottery involving the people looking for Barnes? Why do you think I’m looking for him?”

Antoine sighed. “Because you are, aren’t you? Nearly every stranger that comes here is looking for him and he just wants to be left alone. He’s suffered enough and the world will continue on without knowing anything more about Bucky Barnes.”

“Just let me talk to him,” I said. “If I hear it from his lips then I’ll leave, and I won’t say anything.”

“I bet 10 million dollars that you will,” said Antoine, who nodded at someone behind me.

As I turned to see who it was, I felt something prick my neck and I began to feel lightheaded then drowsy. The weird part is that Antoine took his face off and underneath he was Tony Stark, but everyone knew that Tony Stark died in October 2023, from the injuries he received when he and the Avengers saved the world from Thanos.

“I really thought she would be different,” said a familiar voice, Jake’s voice.

Then I blacked out completely.

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It was almost sunset when I woke up. I was still in the bar, but I was seated on one of the plush armchairs, curled up on it like a cat in front of a fireplace.

“There she is,” said a soft voice and I turned my head towards it.

It was him, Bucky Barnes, his face lit up by the setting sun, his hair long but the top part pulled back away from his face and fastened with a hair tie. His lower face was covered by his full beard, but it was his eyes that caught my attention as they gazed at me, studying every part of my face. Self-consciously I sat up and he handed me a water bottle.

“You should drink it, so you don’t feel dehydrated,” he said. “The sedative can do that. I’m sorry about that. They’re pretty protective of me and once you spooked Kate, Tony had to intervene, and Clint decided to take action.”

“You drugged me?” I was angry. “What gives you the right?”

“What gives you the right to come onto a private island looking for a man who’s in hiding?” asked another voice and I turned the other way to see Tony Stark.

“You’re dead,” I said. “You died.”

“I almost died and decided to check out permanently,” he said. “This is my island, and you were my guest, but you couldn’t even respect my wishes. You had to ask questions even though you were warned.”

“Tony, please,” interrupted Bucky. “Let me talk to her. I know you’re angry, but she was only at the question stage because I mentioned my name and the lottery. Kate did overreact and so did Clint.”

Kate, Clint … was he talking about Kate Bishop and her Hawkeye predecessor, Clint Barton? I was so confused. Bucky stood up and offered me his hand. At first, I hesitated.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” he said calmly. “I’m going to tell you everything, but I need you to trust me, just a little. Please, Maya.”

Tony huffed a little, but he raised his hands in surrender, and I stood up, taking Bucky’s hand. He led me out onto the beach. We walked silently for a bit, and I have to admit it was nice, romantic almost, but the fact remained that they drugged me, and I wanted answers. He stopped where there were a couple of lounge chairs facing the water and gestured for me to sit.

“A few months after Sam Wilson and I dispensed with the Flag Smashers I was kidnapped, drugged, and woke up in one of the HYDRA bases I had been kept in,” he said. “Of course, I was afraid, but I thought I could fight my way out, except for one thing. They found a way to reinstall the Winter Soldier, permanently, and were prepared to stop me from leaving in any way imaginable so they could force the transition on me. Before they could do it, I was rescued by the Black Panther, Captain America, both Hawkeyes, the sister of Black Widow and US Agent.” He smirked after the last name. “I was surprised at his cooperation, but they asked for his help and with a million-dollar payout from Pepper Stark he agreed. The Black Panther took the information on how they were going to turn me back and realized there was nothing that could be done to stop or undo it. So, it was suggested that I retire and go into hiding. Except it always seemed like people found me.”

“So, the Maldives, Mexico and Thailand really were you?�� I asked.

He nodded. “I’m adaptable and a quick learner and would have been happy doing any of those things for the rest of my life but people kept looking for me. Then Pepper Stark let me in on a big secret. Tony survived his encounter with Thanos. He was sick a long time, but he got better. He wanted out, wanted time with her and their daughter so he bought this island and offered me a place to live. The Avengers come here to relax, and I act as chef sometimes, bartender other times, but most of the time I read, work out, swim, and enjoy living a life of peace and quiet.”

“The arm.” I gestured to his apparently flesh left arm.

“It’s an enchantment,” he replied. “The nano mask is problematic on a body part.”

“The commission, it’s really a bounty, isn’t it?” I asked, feeling sick at the thought.

“Yeah, that’s what it is,” he said. “You’re not the first one to come here. They get the information and approach someone to come to the island, bribing their way onto it, a woman usually.” I could see him smile in the deepening twilight. “They think I’m lonely and that I can be seduced. Occasionally, they send a man, but I like women better.”

I looked back down the beach, seeing the outline of Tony and Clint. “They’re in jeopardy as well, aren’t they?”

“Yup, all three of us just want to live a quiet life without anyone bothering us.” He shifted to face me. “Tony lets the incursion happen wanting to see if the person is aware of how they’re being used or if they’re an actual operative. I figured out pretty easily that you weren’t aware.”

“I got drunk and blabby,” I smiled. “That’s me. I’m so sorry you’re going through this, for all of you. They haven’t figured out that Tony and Clint are part of it, have they?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. It’s been close, close enough that Tony has bought another island and is in the process of setting up there. He’ll sell this one, bury the sale in layers of straw sellers and buyers so that they can’t make the connection. We’ll go to another place and start over.” He stood up, gazing at me as I stood up in front of him. “Out of all the women that have made it here I was attracted to you the most. For a brief moment I pictured a life here with you.”

“I won’t tell them where you are,” I said. “None of you have to fear that.”

“I know,” he whispered. “But it’s not that easy.” Even in the dark, his eyes became glassy. “They can’t take any chances and although they won’t hurt you, they won’t let you remember what happened here. It’s better that way, safer for us and for you. I’m sorry.”

I understood suddenly what he meant, remembering the angry woman who was leaving as I was arriving. She was there for the bounty, but her memories were altered so all she remembered was being treated poorly at a high-end resort. It’s what they would do to me.

“Do I get the week still?”

“No, you go out tomorrow,” he replied. “I wish it were longer so that we could ….”

“It’s alright,” I smiled, then I became bold, one final time. “Would you stay with me tonight?”

He looked down the beach to where the two men were, now joined by a third, the young woman. Gently, he touched my cheek and kissed me. All I wanted was to be in his arms for the few hours I had left there. Afterwards, they would take the memory of him from my mind, and I would lose him. But to keep him and the others safe, maybe it was worth that sacrifice. We ended up in my bungalow and made love in a way that I would have remembered for the rest of my life, except I didn’t. The last thing I did before I fell asleep was cry in his arms as he consoled me with soft words and kisses.

🧳 🛫

“I have never been so humiliated in my life,” I said to Antoine as he waited for me to finish packing. “I paid for a week and just because I got drunk, you’re kicking me out?”

“Yup,” he answered. “You were offensive to the guests and the staff, and we just don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour at our resort. I have radioed our lawyer to tell your publisher that any article produced by you will be considered libellous. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s time for you to go.”

I was furious but what choice did I have. It was written in the booking contract that any unsavoury behaviour by the guest was grounds for immediate cancellation of the booking. It also meant my writing career was pretty finished. No one would ask me to write for them, knowing this happened. Somehow, I kept my tongue as Antoine transported me to the dock. Unlike my arrival there was no one waiting for the ride back to the resort. There was Jake, however, with Kelly and Curtis waiting to see me off in my disgrace.

“Assholes, all of them,” I thought.

I grabbed my suitcase and began the walk of shame towards the seaplane where Jerry was waiting. To his credit he said nothing then nor for the entire flight back to Nassau. I went straight to the airport there and flew back to New York, where a message awaited me on my email to say the contract for the travel piece was cancelled and good luck in finding another publisher. They also told me I was lucky they weren’t going to sue me for the non-refundable cost of the resort stay.

Over the next few months, I worked at a Trader Joe’s. It paid the bills and gradually I got over the humiliation of losing my credibility as a writer when word came out that the perpetrators of a 10-million-dollar commission scam that had been making the email rounds were finally behind bars. Apparently, they were part of a terrorist group looking for Bucky Barnes, hoping to turn him back into the Winter Soldier. I couldn’t believe someone would stoop that low to find the man. He deserved to live the rest of his life in peace. There were more rumours about him, a sighting in Tasmania, then another as a crew member on an African safari, but gradually the rumours died down and for several more months there was nothing heard about him.

One day, while I was stocking the shelves at work, I was interrupted by a woman looking for a product. I helped her then realized she was Pepper Stark, blurting her name out then apologizing for saying it.

“That’s alright, Maya,” she said, looking at my name tag. “You’ve been very helpful. Do you like working here?”

I shrugged. “It pays the bills but it’s just a job,” I replied. “I was a writer, but I crossed a line and lost any chance to go further in that field. I regret that now that I’m a little older and wiser.”

She smiled sympathetically at me. “Well, there’s an entry level position at Stark Industries,” she said. “I liked how you helped me today and I don’t mind giving people second chances. Here’s my card. Call the number and set up an interview. Maybe I can help you get out of this job and into something more satisfying.”

I was genuinely surprised and thanked her, calling the number the next day. With an interview set for the next week I was excited at the prospect of something meaningful finally happening for me after my penance. When the day came, I was brought into a conference room with Pepper and several other people. They were all pleasant and asked me all sorts of questions about privacy and respect for boundaries. Everything seemed great then one of them said something strange to me.

“проснуться,” said a man, who repeated it in English. “Wake up.”

I looked around, knowing where I was but realizing that the last six or so months had happened as if I had been somewhere else, watching.

“What’s going on?” I asked Pepper.

The man who spoke smiled and pressed his hand to the side of his face, peeling it off, to reveal Bucky underneath.

As I cried out his name, he opened his arms and I fell into them, almost knocking the chair over.

“It worked, didn’t it?” I exclaimed. “You found them, found the ones who were looking for you.”

“We found them,” he said. “Just had to make sure we found all of them.” He caressed my face, taking all of it in as he gazed at me. “The plans for the machine are still out there so I have to stay hidden. I thought that you ….”

“Yes,” I cried. “Oh God yes. I’ll go with you anywhere. Just don’t take my memories again. I want to remember everything we do, because I don’t plan on ever leaving your side.”

He looked at both Tony and Clint, who had also taken their masks off. “Told you she was the one.”

“Alright,” said Tony, taking charge. “Pepper, you’ll take care of clearing out Maya’s apartment and getting her things to the new location? She won’t need anything for winter anymore. Bucky, you’re in charge of teaching her what she needs to know about living in hiding, including self-defence. She has to be ready to defend herself if they ever come looking again. Maya, welcome to the rest of your life but don’t forget to phone Trader Joe’s and quit.”

The other two men put their masks back on and left the conference room with Pepper while Bucky and I stayed there.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just knew I didn’t want to go without you. It will be warm; I can promise you that. Tony will have a lab to work in. If you want to write under a pseudonym, he’ll build you an office, and will line up a publisher. I’ll mix drinks, cook some meals, maybe raise some goats if the land is right. I did it in Wakanda and enjoyed it. Just so long as we’re together. I missed you.”

He kissed me again, just like he did on the beach of Lunatum Island, which I found out was Latin for crescent. With that first kiss I knew I was with the right man and went along with the plan to remove my memories, keeping me safe. This kiss in the boardroom confirmed it. There would be a life to live with this incredibly wonderful man; a life of peace and quiet that he craved and deserved. Like the Avengers, I would do my part to keep him safe from those who would exploit him. It was a lifetime commitment, but it would be a lifetime with Bucky and that was worth everything.

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I have a Morrowind character I kinda wanna play but tbh I kinda forget what's going on on that save and what she's supposed to be doing. I adore no quest markers but I will say that it makes picking up an old save kinda impossible

She's a Nord warrior who was kicked out of her clan and left for dead as a young adolescent because she tried to kill a member of the clan who was trying to rape her. She was found half dead by a group of sepratist warrior women and nursed back to health. She was brought to maturity by them, raised communaly, taught their way of life. She was happy, but wanted retribution. So she went back to her clan and finished the job, slaying the man who violated her.

But in the decade that she was gone, things had changed. The empire had come to her childhood settlement, and brought with them a Cyrodiilic attempt at justice. She was apprehended, but there was unrest as she was not sentenced to death. The local imperial governor transfered her to Imperial City in a bid to simply remove the problem and ease the tension between the Empire and her former clan.

Shortly after arriving in Imperial City Prison, she was again transferred, this time to Vvardenfell. She had seen Red Mountain from the peaks of the Velothi range but never before had she been in such an alien place. But something stranger than foreign fauna and flora greeted her upon her arrival in Seyda Neen: she and another prisoner--Dildaare Vestain, a Dunmer rapscallion from Blacklight--were set free, apparently by order of the Emperor himself

In many ways, captivity was preferable for her. She certainly didn't need to be handed three meals a day and a comfy bed to sleep in, but she knew nothing of this land. Would that plant kill her or feed her, would that beast allow her passage or trample her? She didn't know and could scarsely ask the locals, who kept hissing "outlander" at her.

She had only met a handful of Dunmer in her life, and only briefly. Her adoptive clan had occasional dealings with one who would buy any spare hides they had during the spring. She remembered watching one of her clan mothers intentionally dirtying her face and arms before meeting with the the Dunmer trader. The other clan mothers would gently tease the dirtied one for trying to impress an outsider woman, and a more civilized, non Nord at that.

One spring, she stayed a few days with the clan. She claimed her pack animal--a strange bipedal lizard with a head larger than a nords torso--needed a wound tended to. Clearly, the guar was in perfect health.

But the Dunmer women on Vvardenfell were not by and large warm like the hide merchant of her youth was. Everything here felt strange and inhospitable.

So she wandered, alone. It wasn't long though, until on one of her rare stops into the towns that she heard of a fishing village, Khuul, on the northwest coast from which she could charter a boat to Skyrim.

She longed for her home, for her clan mothers, for her people and trees and mountains not spewing fire and brimstone, but peaked with snow. So she sold whatever she could, hoping it would be enough for this boatsman to take her home.

The trip was short, shorter than it should have been to round the northern peninsula and turn back south to port. This was Skyrim, undoubtedly, but not the Skyrim where she was left for dead in the marshes, nor the Skyrim where she was taught an independent way of life by her foremothers.

This was Solstheim.

Though she did not yet know this, on this island, this land familiar yet in many ways just as foreign as Vvardenfell, was why the ruler of an Empire whose name she had already forgotten had released her from her capture. But despite the lack of chains on her legs, destiny had not yet unlocked her shackles.

#uh #i did not mean to write all that

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Chapter 3: Yachtie with a Body

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“So?” Nancy plops down next to T.K. on the deck, a bowl of something in one hand, a fork in the other. “What’s the deal with the new chef?”

T.K. groans. “What are you talking about?”

He’d come up to the bow of the boat to hide for a few minutes. They’re three days into this charter and the guests are being chaperoned on a shore excursion by Marjan and Paul, which means the rest of them are finally getting a little bit of a break. There are more bathrooms to be cleaned and the laundry has never looked worse, but T.K. had been enjoying a few minutes of peace and quiet before his boss found him.

“I mean what’s he like? He seems super nice. Like amazingly nice. He made me this.” She holds out the bowl of mango for T.K. to see. “Like I just walked through the galley and he asked me if I wanted mango and when I said yes he cut some up for me. There’s homemade coconut cream on here dude. Pearce would have murdered you with his eyes if you’d even thought about wanting mango in his presence.”

T.K. rolls his eyes because he doesn’t have any fond memories of their time together. He’d spent more of it with Pearce than most because they’d been cabin mates and if he never hears another rant about the importance of wiping down the shower after each and every use, it will be too soon.

“I think he’s nice,” T.K. tells her, leaning over and stealing a piece of fruit from her bowl. “At least, he seems to be. He hasn’t yelled at me about using the bathroom in the middle of the night like Pearce did.”

Nancy shakes her head. “That man. Only Pearce could believe it was possible to hear nature’s call and tell it to wait until a more sensible six am. Do you think he even has a soul? Or is it just like, a shriveled up little prune kind of thing?”

“He probably returned it to sender because it wasn’t up to code,” T.K. tells her, stealing another bite. The coconut cream is amazing.

“So definitely a step up in both the roommate and chef departments,” Nancy says. “Good pick Iris.”

It’s the truth. Carlos is a major step up. T.K. has noticed the little ways in which Carlos goes out of his way to keep morale high for the crew. There have been homemade chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven, tortillas and guac, brownies, he’d even made arroz con pollo the other day when Mateo mentioned missing his abuela’s cooking. He’s going above and beyond not just for the guests, but for the crew too. It’s incredibly sweet.

“Do you—“ T.K.’s question is interrupted by the sound of a loud splash that catches both of their attention. “Are the guests back?” T.K. asks, an icy bolt of panic going down his spine as he check to makes sure his radio is turned up and that he hasn’t missed anything.

“No they’re not supposed to be back for like another two hours,” Nancy says, standing up and looking over port the side. “The tender is still gone.”

T.K. pushes to his feet and jogs the few feet over to starboard. There’s nothing in the water on that side either. “Judd or Mateo doing something with the water toys?” T.K. asks.

“Mateo’s in his bunk and Judd was up on the bridge with Tommy when I came out here,” Nancy says.

They’re both walking now, eyes on either side of the boat as they move from the bow toward the stern. When they finally reach the back of the boat they stop dead in their tracks.

New chef Carlos Reyes is hoisting himself out of the cerulean waters of the Caribbean and onto the Nautibuoy platforms that extend off the boat’s stern. Time feels like it’s slowing and T.K.’s eyes go wide as he watches Carlos stand up, water cascading down over toned biceps and abs, his perfectly crafted thighs clad in only a dark pair of swim trunks that cling to him and leave very little to the imagination.

“Holy shit,” Nancy whispers next to him, her tone appropriately reverential for what they’re witnessing. “New chef is a yachtie with a body.”

T.K. can’t speak and wouldn’t know what to say if he could. Carlos pushes his sopping wet curls back out of his face and then he looks up and spots them, giving them a friendly wave as he reaches for a towel that’s hanging over the railing.

They both manage to wave back despite their surprise. “Okay,” Nancy says, her voice low, a smile plastered on her face as her hand continues to wave back and forth. “Somebody’s gotta hit that. And it should probably be you.”

“Me?!” T.K. stops waving and turns to her in shock. “Why me?”

“Are you saying you’re not interested?”

“No I—“ Oh god, he’s going to embarrass himself. “Why would you immediately jump to me? He’s Iris’ ex.”

“Which is exactly why it has to be you,” Nancy says pragmatically. “Judd’s got Grace back home, Captain’s got her preacher man on shore, Marjan needs somebody within her faith and culture, Paul is seeing Asha, Iris doesn’t want him anymore, so that leaves you.”

“Or you, or Mateo,” T.K. points out.

“Mateo and I have a thing,” she says.

Wow she is really full of surprises today. “You. And Mateo. Have a thing,” T.K. repeats.

She waves a hand. “It’s casual.”

He tries to wrap his mind around that and decides he’d rather not. “He dated Iris. Which makes him straight.”

Nancy looks at him, offended. “Bisexual people exist.”

“Fine. Okay, yes, they do, but I would never date someone Iris dated. It wouldn’t be cool.”

“Did you ask her if it would be cool?”

“Why would I ask her that?!”

Nancy shrugs. “Because he’s hot. And you clearly like him. You’re basically drooling dude.”

T.K. instinctively wipes at his mouth with his hand and glares at her when he doesn’t find anything. “He’s my roommate. And Iris’ ex. And probably straight. Any one of those things is enough of a reason for me to leave him alone.”

She makes a face. “What is the point of yachting if not to make stupid sexual decisions? I’m making some. And it’s a lot of fun.”

“I really don’t want to hear anymore thank you,” T.K. says. He’s pretty open about sex, but he doesn’t want to know what his boss and Mateo are doing with each other below deck.

“Just saying, it wouldn’t hurt either one of you to have a little fun. And if the Iris thing bothers you, then just ask her. You know she’ll tell it to you straight.” She pats him on the shoulder. “Also, did I mention you’re on carpet spot duty this afternoon?”

“Noooooo,” T.K. moans.

“The guests were drinking a lot of red wine last night. Make sure you get them all out!” Nancy sing songs as she heads back inside.

T.K. hangs his head and then slowly follows her. He makes a quick stop by his cabin to grab his phone and his earbuds (at least he can have Harry Styles for company as he scrubs) and nearly runs into Carlos. “Oh sorry,” he says.

“No problem,” Carlos says back.

He’s thrown a button-up on, thank god, so T.K. isn’t face to face with his incredible pecs, but he can still smell the saltwater on his skin, in his hair. “How was your swim?” T.K. asks.

“Great,” Carlos says. “I just needed to cool off for a few minutes and Captain said it was all right.”

“Yeah Tommy’s good like that,” T.K. says.

“Right, Tommy,” Carlos says sheepishly. “I forget you guys are kind of informal.”

“We’re a family,” T.K. says. “That’s why she was such a good fit when she came on as captain. It might not work on all boats, but it does on ours.”

Carlos snorts. “It definitely wouldn’t have worked on my last boat.”

There’s something bitter in his words even though he says them lightly and T.K. feels a flash of anger at whoever made him feel bad enough to put that tone in his voice. “Your last boat was tough?” he asks.

“You could say that.”

“Is that why you came here?” T.K. asks.

“I came because Iris called,” Carlos says and the mention of her name, of their relationship, sends a stab of pain through T.K. “But yes, also to get away.”

“Do you…want to talk about it?” T.K. offers.

Carlos shrugs. “I’m fine. I survived. We’ve all been on bad boats before.”

“Well we’re all glad you’re here,” T.K. tells him.

“I heard Pearce was…quite a guy to work with,” Carlos says, flashing him a grin that says the crew has definitely been telling tales of some of Pearce’s more infamous moments.

“Yeah you’re definitely an upgrade,” T.K. says, then winces at the blatant horniness of that statement.

“An upgrade huh?” Carlos’ smile changes, drops into something lazy and sensual. The way he leans on one arm against the top bunk feels flirty.

T.K. loves flirting. He loves flirting so. freaking. much. So it takes a lot of effort for him to wrench himself out of charm mode and back into boat colleague mode. “Honestly anyone would have been an upgrade from Pearce,” he says. “Did I tell you he used to time me in the bathroom? If I took more than five minutes in the morning he’d start to bang on the door and tell me to get out.”

“Yikes,” Carlos says, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off and, oh god, the abs are back and T.K. feels like he needs to avert his gaze, like he’s a gentleman from a Jane Austen novel trying to protect someone’s modesty. Which is ridiculous. Because he’s seen hundreds of naked chests before in all different contexts. But this chest, these abs…something about them calls to him.

“Sorry, he sounds like a nightmare,” Carlos says as he pulls on a white undershirt, effectively bringing T.K.’s lustful thoughts to an end.

“Nightmare is definitely the word,” T.K. agrees. “Ask Nancy about the pineapple disaster of week three. She still has the scars.”

He chuckles and T.K. feels a thrill at being able to affect him like that. “I will definitely ask,” Carlos says.

“Hey, T.K.!” Iris comes bopping down the hallway, slightly breathless. “Oh, hey Carlos,” she says when she spots him through the open door. She looks back and forth between them. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

They both speak a little too quickly, as if there’s something to hide, even though there’s not. They’re standing here with the door open, not sneaking around.

So why does T.K. feel guilty anyway?

Her eyes narrow suspiciously, but she doesn’t press it. “I can’t find those little disco balls we used a couple weeks ago. The rainbow colored ones.”

“I put them in the cabinet in the dining room,” T.K. says.

“You did not.”

He sighs. “Yes I did!”

It takes some searching but they find the missing disco balls (it turns out he did put them in the dining room cabinet, but Mateo took them back out again for some game they were playing with the guests). Then it’s onto red wine stain purgatory, armed only with a spray bottle of club soda, a white rag, and determination. By the time he’s done the carpet looks like it’s never seen a drop of wine in its life, and T.K.’s back and arms are sore.

He hauls himself to his feet and trudges to the galley to return the salt he’d borrowed in case the club soda wasn’t enough. Carlos is chopping up veggies for the crew dinner, several filets of salmon set to the side. He looks up when T.K. comes in and frowns. “You look like you just fell off a bucking bronco.”

“I’m banning red wine from the boat,” T.K. tells him, setting the salt shaker down onto the prep counter. “White wine only. No sangria. No merlot. Clear liquids and nothing else.”

“Good luck with that,” Carlos says, going back to his chopping.

“Thanks for the sympathy,” T.K. says sarcastically. “You have no idea the agony of scrubbing out carpet stains. Over and over and over. It never ends. It’s like some kind of polyester Groundhog Day nightmare. And definitely not my preferred way to get rug burn.”

Carlos bites his lip in amusement. “I didn’t know there was a good way to get rug burn.”

T.K. scoffs. “Then you’ve clearly never had sex with me.”

The words are out before he can stop them, a flirty reflex that he can’t contain. It often gets him what he wants, but right now he’d like to melt through the floor.

Carlos sets his knife down again, something shifting in his eyes. “Is that something you’re offering?”

It’s light, but there’s an undertone. Something more serious, something that makes T.K. want to go over there and show him exactly how much he’d like to offer sex.

“Carlos, Carlos, Nancy,” the radio squawks, breaking the moment.

Carlos picks it up. “This is Carlos.”

“The guests are heading back. If you could get their snicky snack ready that would be fabulous darling.”

“No problem.”

T.K. flees. It’s cowardly, it’s stupid, it’s extremely not cool, but he runs back to their shared cabin and locks the door behind him. He leans against it and exhales. Who the fuck does he think he is? It is not appropriate to proposition your cabin-mate-who-has-dated-your-co-worker for sex. It’s just not.

He lets his head thunk back against the door. What is he going to do?

#Tarlos #911 Lone Star #Come Sail Away #Yachting AU

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