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thatshithurted8 · 3 years

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jeff wittek imagine where the reader and jeff go on vacation together like to vegas or miami???

Holiday

Summary: Throughout your mini holiday in Miami with your boyfriend Jeff, he realizes just how special you and your relationship are.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, mention of alcoholism and Jeff’s accident

A/N This is also inspired by KSI’s song Holiday!

I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better 'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side And every moment we're together I remember just to keep it all for you and I

Jeff’s brown eyes slowly open, being awoken by a crying baby that was a few rows behind you two. He lets out a yawn before looking over at you who were fast asleep on his shoulder.

Something that not a lot of people knew was that Jeff hated flying despite being a certified skydiver. Ever since he was younger he was never a fan of flying, only now he was a bit more comfortable with it due to his experience skydiving. Nevertheless his initial nerves after waking up quickly wash away just from being in your presence.

Wanting to capture this seemingly perfect moment, Jeff slowly grabs his phone out of his pocket without disturbing you and takes a quick picture. As he analyzes the picture his heart swells at how at peace and comfortable you looked sleeping on him and in one of his sweaters. The two of you were extremely tired from catching a red eye flight to Miami so no wonder why you both fell asleep.

Saving the picture Jeff puts his phone away and slowly opens the blind of your window seat. The rising sun shines into your row, the rays illuminating your face making your features and long lashes more prominent. The purpose of the trip to Miami was to watch the Logan Paul vs Floyd Mayweather fight. In fact you were ecstatic when Jeff told you he got you guys tickets to the event since you grew up watching boxing with your family and you were a huge fan of Mayweather. With that being said you had no idea how close the tickets Jeff got were to the ring.

Jeff’s breath hitches as he admires you. He was so in love with you and was so excited to see your reaction to being ringside. As Jeff softly moves some stray hairs out of your face he realizes everything he does is for the benefit for not only you, but your relationship as well. It was you two against the world.

I see that body in the sunlight Feelin' the heat and it feels right I wanna do this for the rest of my life

“I know you guys are dating and all, but you seriously need to stop staring before you sink the boat with your drool.” Mike Maijlak says walking over to Jeff’s side and handing him a La Croix.

Jeff booked your mini holiday to last a few days before and after the fight which gave you guys the opportunity to explore Miami and let lose. With that being said neither of you were going to turn down Mike’s invite to join him on a yacht to party. So there you were talking and dancing with some girls you knew from LA while sipping on a La Croix.

Jeff lets out a laugh while opening one of his favourite drinks. “I can’t help it man, just look at her.” He says taking a sip of the bubbly liquid while continuing to admire you from afar.

The Miami sun that shined onto your skin paired with your infectious laugh, seemingly gave you a golden glow that made you standout. Not only that, but the bikini that you were wearing flattered your body type so well.

After feeling as if someone was staring at you for the past few minutes you finally turn and look around the boat to find the owner of the eyes that were on you. Quickly your eyes find Jeff’s brown ones and you realize it was just Jeff staring at you the whole time, causing heat to wash over your body at his gaze.

You shoot him a smirk and wink in return before turning back around to continue your conversation. A smirk of his own falls upon Jeff’s face as you do so, along with a light shade of pink on his cheeks.

“You’re so whipped.” Mike laughs shaking his head, finally speaking up after watching the whole interaction.

“Well I wanna be whipped for her for the rest of my life then.” Jeff says without realizing how big of a statement that was while his eyes remained on your beautiful figure.

Oh, I know, I know, you know the vibe I wanna stay with you every night You and me underneath the lights I'm always good when you're by my side I know, you know you're on my mind You really make me come alive I wanna be here for the rest of my life

“Jeff look at my hands I’m literally shaking I can’t believe we’re this close!” You exclaim while glancing between your boyfriend and the boxing ring in front of you.

“Only the best for you doll.” He says sending you a wink while laughing. For the past hour and a half as you two watched the undercards you continued to gush about your seats making Jeff happy to see you happy.

Without wasting another second you roughly grab Jeff by his green shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Just before the brunette could immerse himself into it fully you pull away. Some of your lipstick was smudged and Jeff knew without a doubt he had some on his lips, but he didn’t care. In that moment it truly seemed as if you two were the only ones there under the rings bright lights and in an arena full of screaming fans while you two stared into each others eyes lovingly.

Your attention on your boyfriend is torn away when the already loud arena becomes even louder as Mayweather starts to walk out. Quickly you start to cheer for your favourite boxer while jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. Jeff glances between you and the boxing legend before his gaze finally lands on you.

You look over at your boyfriend with a smile that was from ear to ear. “It’s Floyd fucking Mayweather!” You exclaim pointing over to the undefeated boxer entering the ring.

A smile washes over Jeff’s face as he laughs at your excitement. You truly resembled a child in a toy store. Seeing your excitement only made Jeff more excited, causing him to join in on cheering for Mayweather despite being friends with Logan.

There was no one else Jeff would rather be with to witness the fight and this thought only made him realize he wants to be by your side for the rest of his life.

Looking for sun rays, needin' them good days Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Cool like the ocean, lost in emotion Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday

The next few days after the fight was a whirlwind, but in a good way. Despite having a good time underneath the Miami sun and it’s nightlife Jeff wouldn’t be having as good of a time if you weren’t there. You truly made the trip for him, making the sunny days that were good for his mental health even better and the dreary days full of life from your infectious positivity and smile.

You let out a loud laugh as you and Jeff wrap your arms around each others, mimicking a toast before brining your drink to your lips while your boyfriend did the same. At the same time you two sip at your virgin drinks while maintaining eye contact with each other in the close position. You gulp down the rest of your cold drink despite it being alcohol free before untangling your arm with Jeff’s and ordering another at the outside bar.

Over the past four years of knowing Jeff the two of you created a special connection that no one in your friend group had with each other. And that was being sober. Jeff turned to alcohol after his break up with his ex girlfriend while you on the other hand turned to it to deal with the death of your mom. To say you were there for each other was an understatement. When the temptation to drink was too much Jeff would call you up and the two of you would go on late night hikes and talk about everything and anything, and vice versa for you. There was always a mutual pining for one another, but neither of you acted on it due to how broken you both were at the time. However, as the years went by your feelings only intensified along with Jeff’s. Though it wasn’t until a few months after Jeff’s accident when he took a leap of faith and finally confessed his feelings to you after realizing how short life truly was.

Jeff places his glass on the bar as well, placing his hand on the small of your back while looking around the crowded club that was partly inside and partly outside. Once you get a refill of your drink you turn around sipping on the paper straw, your back leaning against the bar causing Jeff to redirect his attention back to you.

“You look beautiful.” He says looking down at you in his arms.

Heat washes over your face and Jeff’s smile widens at how flustered you still got after all this time together. He loved showering you in words of affirmation and he meant every thing he said to you. Although, you always look beautiful the way the moonlight reflected off of your skin made you look angelic. It was a great contrast to you earlier in the day at the beach wearing a strawberry printed bikini that made Jeff feel a certain way.

“Thank you baby you don’t look too bad yourself.” You say placing a soft peck on Jeff’s lips before pulling him towards the dance floor.

I wanna stay up 'til the mornin' with you talkin' Just to listen to the things you say And every time we're in the middle of the city I imagine us so far away

The two of you sat down in a booth with Mike Majilak and Logan Paul at a random Denny’s that was in between your hotel and the club you four were previously partying at. By now the jet lag and the numerous activities you and Jeff participated in was starting to catch up to you. However, that wasn’t apparent to anyone other than Jeff as you talked the boys ears off while eating.

“We’ll see you guys later! And once again Y/N text me when you’re free to film an episode of ImPaulsive.” Logan says as him and Mike get out of the booth, placing money on the table and getting ready to leave the restaurant.

“Of course!” You exclaim before picking up your lemonade and drinking what was left. Jeff bids his goodbyes to the two influencers and once they leave you quickly rest your head on his broad shoulder, letting out a loud sigh.

“You okay doll?” Jeff asks placing his hand on your thigh.

“Yea just tired.” You say kissing his neck and placing your hand on his cheek. Similar to Jeff you were able to pick up on the energy of situations and that affected how you acted. So once Mike and Logan left you felt as if you could finally wind down from their partying aura.

A comforting silence falls upon you two and your eyes slowly flutter close as the rising sun shines in through the Denny’s windows. As cliche as it sounded Jeff felt as if it was only you two in the quiet breakfast place. The brunette rests his head against yours and his eyes follows your lead by shutting close.

The two of you remain in this position for a few minutes, cherishing not only the first quiet moment of the trip, but also the little moments you two shared.

Ooh, ooh Ooh, you're my holiday

Scratching at his eyes and stretching Jeff slowly and quietly gets out of bed, the sun filtering in through the hotels curtains and onto your sleeping body. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb that. Once you guys returned to your hotel room from a night out partying and a very early breakfast at Denny’s the two of you instantly fell asleep.

Jeff glances at the analogue clock on the bedside table which read 2:34pm before he slips on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Making sure to not wake you Jeff grabs his phone, wallet and room key then quietly leaves your shared room. However, before he leaves he makes sure to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and whisper to you how much he loves you.

Throughout the trip he was constantly reminded of how much he loved you. You helped him through some of the darkest times in his life and after all this time of knowing and being together Jeff finally knew what he had to do.

Remembering a shop that was a few buildings away from your hotel, Jeff quickly walks over to it wanting to be back before you woke up. The Staten Island native hands become clammy as he approaches the store, his tough guy persona seemingly crashing down with every step he took.

The bell above the shops door dings as Jeff walks in causing a sales representative to walk over to him with a welcoming smile.

“Good afternoon how can I help you?” She asks. Jeff takes a look around the quaint shop and all of the glass casings before redirecting his attention back to the worker.

“Hi uh yea, I was wondering if you guys have any engagement rings?”

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ceruleanchillin · 3 years

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Honeymoon Headcanons: Mayans Edition

Characters: Angel, Coco, EZ x F!Reader

Miami (Angel)

It wasn’t difficult at all to decide where the two of you would take your honeymoon. When you weren’t gonna be naked, Angel wanted you in sundresses and bikinis. You wanted him in linen shirts, and to feel him up in a club. Couple that with you both wanting a tropical environment, and Miami it is.

Angel letting you handle the accommodations, because you seem to know more about what you wanna see/where you wanna go than he does. He only cares about a bed and shower for when he’s not taking you in the inappropriate places. He just hands over the cash, though he complains about his hurt wallet.

Angel hard as a rock when he sees your new name on your plane ticket.

The two of you nearly missing your flight because your husband needs to “show his wife he loves her”.

You babying him on the flight, because Angel has never flown anywhere before.

“Mami, it’s perfectly valid to feel like a flying toaster can’t safely get you anywhere but a casket. Which they can’t even put you in, because you’ll be everywhere!”

Cue you distracting him with kisses and dirty words in his ear, which gets you initiated into the Mile High Club

Barely making it into the cute little condo before the two of you are at it again, collapsing in the late hours to jet lag and mutual satisfaction.

Your first official day is spent dragging Angel around the humid streets. Knowing he stresses easily if you plan things too tightly, and wanting to wing it yourself. It’s surprising how well you to fit in, it almost feels like home.

Angel switching from being jealous, because your tiny cotton sundress is attracting more than just his attention, to him kissing all over your dewy skin because so much of it is visible.

You getting as jealous as Angel, because it seems like each place you drag him to has openly interested ladies. It’s the white linen shirt that he won’t fully button no matter how many times you try to make him.

Angel basking in the attention, and even playing it up to force you to be the one to initiate inappropriate public sex.

Smirking when you break after a woman pays for his (and unintentionally yours) order at a small cafe you stepped into and you snap and drag him to a hidden place.

“I only love you querida, mi alma.” he whispers in your ear when he bottoms out inside you.

You two are a beautiful couple. Photogenic as all hell. Alone, neither of you have a problem attracting interest, but together, you make people want to be seen around you. That’s why you have no problem club hopping to all the exclusive places.

Angel taking photos and videos of you dancing because he’s so enthralled. He can’t wait to show your kids one day when they ask why he fell for you, and he explains how full of life you are.

Getting enough liquor in Angel to get him dance somewhere away from the club, especially since he (lies) and says he can’t.

You and Angel competing to see who can get the most people to buy your drinks + the two of you losing track because you both get drunk.

A quickie in the coatroom is the prize, Angel fucking you to the hypnotic beat.

Spending a few hours apart the following day, only to still keep texting and FaceTiming each other until you met up, touch starved, at a small restaurant.

Deciding to spend the rest of the day at your Airbnb laid up under each other after Angel scores weed. Teasing Angel about his monetary complaints when you spend all night enjoying the small backyard pool.

Angel thanking God for getting an adventure loving woman as his soulmate when you wake him up the next afternoon to inform him you rented jet skis for the day.

You being impressed when, while jet skiing, Angel silver tongues your way into an invitation to a nearby yacht party out of the host.

FaceTiming Gilly to make him jealous that you two are doing Hookah and drinking Casamigos in a hot tub.

Angel ramping up the mockery when EZ and Coco appear on screen, attracted by Gilly’s whining. Everyone looking overworked and salty, while you and Angel are living your best non-sober lives.

Slipping away from the party to one of the rooms on the boat, because once again, you and Angel never know when to stop teasing each other before it ends up in sex.

Feeling bold enough to suggest that since Angel’s been documenting so much of the trip, that maybe he should film this too.

The aftermath being a surprisingly sweet series of kisses and confessions where the two of you express how thankful you are to have found each other. How you can’t wait to build a forever together.

Marfa + Roswell (Coco)

No one knew how you got Coco to agree to travel for your honeymoon until you finally revealed where you were going. Splitting a week between Marfa and Roswell.

You and Coco are that “weird” conspiracy, incense, and weed couple, so it makes sense.

Giving Coco an edible before you leave, because like Angel, he doesn’t fuck with air travel like that.

“They got me with that bullshit in the military, but that was out of my control. You askin’ a lot right now, you’re lucky you’re cute mujer.”

Coco getting progressively handsy during the flight as the edible hits. Eventually, you stop fake-fighting his neck kisses and forward touches.

Also like Angel in that he’s unafraid to become a member of the Mile High Club.

The ride from the El Paso airport, to the car rental place, to Marfa takes far longer than Coco would like.

He’s used to long stretches of trip on his bike, and when you notice him becoming antsy, you distract him with interesting facts about Marfa.

The entire time, Coco can’t help but think that you’re the perfect road trip co-pilot, only to realize he actually meant his life in general now.

Coco proud as hell when you fall in love with his accommodations choice like he did. The colorful airstream trailers of the El Cosmico hotel are the two of you through and through.

You both trying to be responsible adults and refresh after travel, but continuing to get lost in each other during the whole process.

Shower sex -> Making out while drying off -> Touching while searching through your bags for something to wear -> bed sex -> repeat

Looking thoroughly mauled when you finally manage to get Coco off of you and into the car in search of food the next afternoon.

Coco being happy you can’t cover up due to the heat, while you wonder what superpower he and his boys have that let them wear flannel and long sleeves in the heat.

Dragging Coco to a cute cafe you saw on instagram, and him knowing, by the hipster design of it, that his wallet is about to cry.

Stealing food from his plate, and laughing at him sucking his teeth and whining when he catches you.

“You’re stuck with me forever now Johnny sooo….get used to this.”

“Small price to pay for that I guess.”

Finding small shops to go to and being Siamese twins in every one. Coco showing he has good taste in a lot of things one might think he wouldn’t. Him opening up his wallet at everything you 'ooh' and 'aww' at. He can’t help it, he likes you happy, and your kisses and adoring looks are addicting.

For almost everything you get, Letty gets something too. Neither of you wants that tantrum when you get back.

You fighting yourself to avoid the art supply store, and Coco not having it.

“I have so many supplies already, it’s an addiction at this point.”

“So? Get some more. It’s our week, we shouldn’t stress about shit.”

Coco bragging on your talents and successes to the art shop cashier when you checkout.

“Cocoooo.” you murmur hiding your face in his shoulder, arms around his waist.

“Don’t be shy ma, you’re fucking amazing. I love your skills.”

Cue the cashier swooning at the two of you.

Finding unique liquor stores and getting tipsy on samples. It becomes twice as fun when locals, and other tourists alike, start discussing the Marfa lights with you, and you and Coco impress everyone with your ideas.

Being invited to a bonfire smoke session with the other El Cosmico guests when you get back.

Sketching Coco by the firelight, because he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in that moment, and now he’s officially yours.

The sex being on another level of intimate that night, because all day you and Coco have been engaging in your respective love languages, and it culminates in mutual need for each other.

The drive to Roswell being more tolerable for Coco, but he still misses his bike. Your excitement about AlienFest is so palpable however, he quickly forgets.

Your hotel being more conventional, but the people you meet making up for it. Finally, you and Coco aren’t the weirdest ones in the room.

Taking the time before the festival starts to check in with friends and family and accumulate odd souvenirs for them. You believe Coco is intentionally getting them stuff they’ll hate.

“Taza won’t wear that baby, he has better taste in jewelry than UFO earrings.”

“Ok, but can he bitch about us not getting him anything? Plus, you can guilt anyone into anything.”

Doing cute edible pastries at the festival.

“You know Aliens are demons right? Jack Parsons and L. Ron Hubbard were doing summoning rituals in the Mojave in 1946, and Roswell was the following year.”

“Word?…Shit. Tell me that again when we’re not rolling. I wanna read about it………you’re so smart mami.”

Coco realizing between every snack stop, every dance he shares with you, every trinket you pick up, and every little conspiracy tidbit you share, that you’re his wife now. That the peace he’s been feeling all week, that he thought he’d never have, is going to be his new normal.

New Orleans (EZ)

You and EZ both enjoy engaging with history and culture, and felt that your honeymoon should be built off of your shared interests. During your meticulous wedding planning, it was decided New Orleans would be the honeymoon destination. It didn’t hurt that you missed your southern roots too, even if you weren’t from New Orleans.

Traveling with EZ is a dream considering you’re both pretty organized, together people. He’s not afraid of flying, but you’re always a little nervous.

EZ being Best Husband™️ and soothing even the most minor of your stresses by turning your attention to the excitement of your trip and your new relationship status.

Teasing EZ in-flight won’t get you Mile High Club initiated, because he finds it much more entertaining to punish you by letting you work the both of you up, and making you stay that way for the duration of the flight. He’s got enough will power to suffer through it, because your soft whines make it worth it.

The airbnb is everything it was promised to be, and you’d appreciate that later, but all you can think of is your husband when you step through the door. That’s the other half of why EZ likes to leave you waiting. Your aggression and exclusive desire for him gets, and keeps, him hard.

It rains the following day, which is just as well, because neither of you are quite ready to stop physically expressing your love for each other. The day consists of ordering food, falling out of your clothes and onto each other, separating to read, falling back on each other, and quick naps.

Angel sending mocking texts in your Reyes group about how you’re trying to turn his brother bamma like you, only to stop when you threaten him with no souvenirs.

EZ and you taking responsibility for your own tour because let’s face it, you both know exactly what you want to see, and can plan a more satisfying tour for the both of you. You take turns deciding where to go next.

When it’s his turn, EZ picks an art museum, and can’t quit smiling about it. You think it’s because he picked a place he really wanted to go to.

“Babe, I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” your excitement always makes EZ’s heart race with his own.

He hands you the guide brochure he picked up at the door, folded to the section he wants you to look at.

“Faith Ringgold exhibit?!”

He hums and nods, grunting when you knock into him with a hug.

“Thank you for thinking of me. I love you.” you look up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears and he just kisses you, afraid he’ll cry if he says anything.

The two of you avoid the tourist trap spots for lunch and find a cute family owned cafe. You order for the both of you based on what you know about southern cuisine and both of your tastes.

You love watching EZ fall in love with the food as he keeps asking “Can you make this?” about everything he eats.

The two of you walking through the Garden District in the evening. Hands swinging between you with no plans but to admire the beautiful homes and foliage.

EZ noting how awestruck you are, and you describing what you love about the historic, towering homes.

He catches that when you describe what your dream home in the area would be, he and your future children are mentioned frequently, and it makes butterflies dance in his stomach. He can picture your family in the yards around him.

The two of you almost make it back to your Airbnb, but give into your baser urges after all the domestic conversation. EZ pulls you into an alley for a quickie, the two of you fighting to silence the other’s vocal expression.

You teasing EZ after that he’s more like his brother than he thinks. Him teasing back the two of you would’ve been caught and arrested if he was like Angel.

The following day is relaxed and less planned. The both of you getting thoughtful gifts for each member of your family, blood and otherwise. EZ scores major points for the gifts he suggests for your mom and dad, and you kind of want to jump him again.

EZ is glad you’re impressed, but it’s nothing to him. It all comes naturally because he loves you so much, and refuses to be anything other than the husband he knows you deserve.

AN:

I didn’t want to add this, cuz I wanted to end on a sweet note, but you just know Angel would accidentally send that vid to one of his boys.

Personally, I lose it for shit like this. Anything domestic in writings is my jam, so I decided to make these headcanons.

- Fun fact: Jet Ski is kind of like Bandaid in that it’s become the generic term for “personal water vehicles”, but it’s actually a specific brand’s name for their PWVs. I learned this while writing this enjoy💀.

#mayans mc #mayans imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #coco cruz #coco cruz x reader #ez reyes #ez reyes x reader #reader insert #angel reyes imagine #coco cruz imagine #ez reyes imagine

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mymedicine · 4 years

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Love and Other Drugs

or, 5k of new bf harry

moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist

sum - yacht parties are cool and all, but harry really just wants to spend more time with his girl

warnings - alcohol (have I even written a fic where both mc’s are sober the whole time yet lmao), light sexy stuff (lil bit of ch*king k*nk if you squint), swearing probably, harry being a little shit, fluff to the maxxxxx

notes - good lord, this fic has been the absolute death of me. I stg, murphy’s law is real. anyways, the driving home scene is completely inspired by real life events that once made me swoon, but now I am lonely and so so tired so pls be nice to me thx much love <3

“Hold still!”

Harry whined and craned his neck away from his girlfriend’s hand, but he wasn’t able to go far with his back flush against the car door. “No baby, we’re already late!”

“But you’ve got jam on you!” Y/N cried. She reached her fingers up to rub the reddish marks off of his face, but, once again, he turned his head away like a stubborn child. “And we wouldn’t have been late if you hadn’t spent two hours combing your hair.”

“S not jam, it’s lipstick,” He insisted, deliberately ignoring her second (valid) point.

“Whatever. It’s on your cheek.”

Y/N made one final attempt to clean him up, but this time, he managed to escape the circle of her arms. He ran backwards toward the dock, taunting her playfully as he went, “Come on, baby!”

“Harry!” Given no other choice, she frantically pushed the lock button on the car key and chased after her child—er, boyfriend. She winced as her high heels hit the asphalt, feet aching against the gold sandals already. He’d slowed down a little to give her a break, but she was still panting as she yelled, “You can’t go to a fancy yacht party with lipstick on your face!”

He finally stopped running—thank God, because they were right in front of the ship and the last thing Y/N needed was to embarrass herself (or rather, be embarrassed by her man-child boyfriend) within sight of all the famous people that would surely be onboard already.

“But I like it.” He pouted as she reached him, entwining his fingers with hers before she could use them to try to scrub his face again.

Before she could reply, a familiar Irish accent boomed over the loud purring of the boat’s engine, “Harry! Y/N!”

Y/N really hoped someone was keeping an eye on Niall tonight. It was barely dusk and he already looked a little too buzzed to be leaning over the railing on the top deck. She craned her neck up to look at him, giggling to herself at the flush in his cheeks and the blonde mess on top of his head.

“Welcome abooaaard!” He waved far more aggressively than was necessary.

“Happy birthday, Niall!” Y/N yelled back at him, blocking the bright sun with one hand—a hand she discreetly wrestled out of Harry’s.

Harry, too, looked upward and was squinting into the sky. The sun was just beginning its descent into the horizon, and soon the evening would be hanging behind the silvery moon. In the mean time, the sky was bright and painted with delicate strokes of soft pink and peachy orange.

While Harry waved back at his friend, Y/N took advantage of the distraction—and his exposed cheek.

Without warning, she hurled her hand up to his face and swiped at the pink mark as hard as she could.

“Hey!” Harry whipped his head back to her, mock hurt written all over his face.

Y/N flashed him a cheeky, victorious smile. “Got it!”

September in south Florida was as hot and humid as summer anywhere else. Even out at sea, with the cool ocean wind surging throughout the top deck of the yacht, it was plenty warm enough for the guests to enjoy the outdoors.

“H, can you hold my phone and keys in your pocket?”

Harry was standing awkwardly near the railing of the boat, fiddling absently with the plume of lace and chiffon on his black top. He still had a faint reddish mark on his cheek (she wasn’t sure if it was leftover lipstick or just irritated from her rubbing at it) that Y/N, despite the turmoil that had ensued over it, found very endearing. She always thought he was handsome. She had since the first day they met four months earlier. But tonight, he was positively glowing. He shined in the fabulous black number, his skin further brightened by the setting sun and the utter joy coursing through him (the entire flute of champagne he’d already downed certainly didn’t hurt, either).

He took the phone and keys from her while she admired him, happy to help her but not without a smart remark: “You should’ve worn the dress with the pockets, love,” he chastised her playfully, a smirk dressing his berry lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “You said you liked the pink on me!”

Choosing her dress for the night had been an ordeal that rivaled even Harry’s complicated hair routine. She’d originally chosen a black long sleeved one with pockets that was comfortable and appropriate and matched Harry’s own all-black ensemble (which he’d had picked out for weeks). Her boyfriend rejected the black dress, pointing out that she’d be hot it in because “It’s practically summer in Miami, love.” Instead, he chose a silky pink number, midi-length and tight in all the right places with a tastefully low cowl neckline. She’d dressed it up with a few gold bracelets and a single pearl earring in her left ear that, to her satisfaction, matched Harry’s. And yeah—it didn’t have pockets, but Harry liked it and it made her feel sexy and that’s all that mattered.

Harry hummed with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah, you’re right,” His tone was innocent, almost regretful as he looked her up and down. The pink sunset behind her was highlighting her figure just right, wind rushing through her hair, exposed skin supple and tempting. Harry was mesmerized by her.

His hands moved on their own accord to gently hold her by the waist. “Your ass looks really cute in the silk…I reckon the color makes your skin glow a bit, too. And matches your makeup, and looks nice with my earring…” He continued spewing some breathy compliments at her, even after she sort of stopped listening when a waiter holding a tray of delectable looking hors d'oeuvres caught her attention.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course, honey,” she replied (mostly) honestly. He was always a mushy little sap for her, but she truly did love the way he appreciated the little things she put effort into. “Thank you for noticing those little details.”

“You’re welcome. Know ya don’ just do it f’me though,” His ring clad fingers drummed against her waist, the metal cold through the thin silky material she wore. “Love that about you.”

Y/N cracked a smile in spite of the nervous shiver washing over her at his words. She couldn’t help but notice it was already the second time he’d said that word since they’d embarked. He was treading dangerously close to the vast, uncharted l-word territory. He’s a little buzzed, she reasoned with herself, despite also knowing it was silly because he’d only had a single champagne. But then again, he was a lightweight—and judging by the way he suddenly dropped her waist to chase down a passing waitress for two more glasses, he wouldn’t be slowing down any time soon. If he told her while he was drunk, would it really count?

He returned to her side, keeping one flute for himself and presenting the other to her. “Thank you, honey,” she said, grasping the stem of it (even though she still had a half full one resting precariously on the railing behind her). It was a fitting nickname for him, she thought. She hadn’t really meant for that to become her little pet name for him, but he loved it just as much as she did. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re sweeter,” her boyfriend hummed happily, “even when you’re checking out that waiter…”

“No! I wasn’t!”

“You kinda were,” He smiled cheekily at her.

“Was not.”

“’S alright, baby. He’s handsome. You’re allowed to have a little look.” But the way he held her protectively by the hip betrayed his words.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” If that wasn’t a hint, she didn’t know what was. “I’m just hungry. He was holding bacon wrapped shrimp, I think.”

“Mmm, me too,” Harry replied, the interaction already forgotten in favor of a savory snack. He tugged on her hand so they could follow that waiter, grumbling as they padded around the crowded deck. “Niall’s a fuckin ass for not serving dinner at an evening party.”

“Oh give him a break! It’s his birthday.” she let him pull her toward the middle where more people were gathered around the bar and admiring the decor—

“Is that an ice scultpure?”

Harry was right. It was a giant clear sculpture of a guitar made entirely out of ice. People were around it, admiring the intricacies and mingling and sipping on expensive looking drinks.

“How long you bet til it melts?”

“Not before Niall accidentally knocks it over,” Y/N laughed and gestured toward the man of the hour, who indeed was stumbling over his feet while trying to maintain a conversation with a group of several strikingly beautiful looking people—models? Probably.

It was obvious that Niall hadn’t planned this for himself. The whole thing was far too elegant and classy. His drunken ramblings were entertaining, sure, but he stood out amidst the black tie formals and live R&B music floating around the large deck of the luxurious vehicle.

Harry chased down the waiter and grabbed shrimp skewers for them both while Y/N continued quietly giggling at Niall’s antics.

Minutes drifted into hours as alcohol, shrimp skewers, and joyful conversation flowed liberally about the deck. Y/N had separated herself from Harry—much to his drunken dismay—to go and mingle with some of the “famous people.” She did it all on her own, confidently striding over and striking up a conversation with anyone worthy of her attention.

“Long time no see, mate.” Mitch’s voice interrupted Harry’s inner thoughts surrounding his girlfriend. He tore his eyes away from her and turned to face his friend, who was standing with his own girlfriend beside him.

“Been busy,” Harry replied.

Sarah’s eyebrows rose as a grin spread across her cheeks. She glanced at Mitch, who wore a matching one.

“You both have been quite busy, yeah?” Sarah cocked her head toward where Y/N was, grin widening along with Harry’s eyes.

Harry hid his smile in his glass, taking a large gulp of the bubbly. “What d’ya mean?” He asked innocently.

“We saw you staring at her, buddy.”

Well, fuck. He can’t exactly deny that. He was indeed watching her as she mingled with a group of people—exceptionally beautiful people. She fit in perfectly with the models, her smile bright and dress shiny, hips swaying tantalizingly to the beat of the drums. She engaged effortlessly in what looked like an exciting conversation with A-listers and held their attention with sweeping hand gestures. Even from across the deck, he swore he could feel her joy. Light just radiated off of her and sent a gentle flutter through his belly and a heat wave through his heart.

Sarah studied him. The way his eyes twinkled and his cheeks flushed with happiness…it was obvious. “You love her.” She deadpanned.

Harry shrugged in response, a knowing smile on his face which he didn’t bother to hide this time.

“You do!” It was Mitch this time, who wrapped an arm around Sarah and looked at her with the same happy smile his friend wore.

“No comment.” A twinge of jealously bit his heart as he watched a handsome brunette lean down to whisper something in his girlfriend’s ear. He frowned instinctively, picturing the man muttering flirtatious compliments or dirty suggestions to her like he should be doing right now.

Sarah continued to watch Harry watch Y/N, unsure if he was even listening anymore. “It’s alright to admit it. Love is a beautiful thing.”

“Don’t listen to her,” said Mitch, “it’s a drug!”

“Hey look!” Harry shouted a distraction, pointing somewhere behind the two of them. He spotted two waiters bringing out an impressive tiered cake swirled with white frosting and topped with those sparkling candles. “It’s time to sing for the birthday boy!”

The boat erupted in a cacophonous rendition of the birthday song as the cake was placed on top of the bar. Night had fallen over the deck, making the sparkly decorations shine blindly bright against the moonlight. Meanwhile, Niall was dancing hysterically among the crowds, even singing along to his own birthday song in a drunken spree. At the final, …to you! he performed a dramatic bow and roared, “Thank you, beautiful people!”

Applause died slowly as Niall began grabbing peoples’ faces to kiss their cheeks in thanks. Y/N looked around for Harry, quite certain that her boyfriend would be perfectly willing to accept a kiss from the birthday boy, especially when he was inebriated. Sure enough, she caught sight of him wrapped up in an embrace with the blonde, a wide smile on his face as Mitch and Sarah laughed hysterically at the interaction.

Harry accepted the cheek kiss, just as his eyes met hers over Niall’s shoulder.

“Y/N!” He screeched and broke the embrace. He started running over to her in an uncoordinated stride, limbs flailing and most definitely spilling alcohol on other peoples’ expensive clothes.

“Y/N!” he slurred, finally reaching her side, “Gimme a kissy!”

She laughed. “You just got kissies from Niall, honey.” “But I want your lipstick on me. Yeh wiped it off.” He frowned deeply, no—melodramatically as his hand cupped his own cheeks where the pink lipstick mark once was.

She called him a little baby but obliged anyways, stamping a firm lip shaped mark on one of his flushed cheeks. He grinned wildly in response and looked at her with that look in his eyes that she absolutely adored. He was looking at her like she was royalty, like she hung the moon and commanded the sea and granted miracles upon mere mortals such as himself.

“Wish I could give you one too…” Harry trailed off, eyes wandering around the room. “Maybe then all those hot models and waiters would leave you alone.”

“Aw, you jealous baby?”

He nodded shamelessly and, with a pouty look, tucked her into his arms. He pressed a series of hard kisses on her cheeks and temples, squeezing the silky pink fabric at her waist. The feeling made her heart squeeze in the most delightful way—chest tight and warm with…with love.

“Wanna go check out the lower deck?”

And Y/N hadn’t known this man too long, but it was long enough to know that he had anything but innocent intentions with his sweet request. She was still only nursing her third glass of bubbly, but Harry’s suggestive stare and wandering hands seemed to ignite the slight heat flowing through her veins into an inferno.

It engulfed them both as Y/N’s back hit the inside of the door to the lower deck bathroom.

Harry’s lips were soft and playful and sexy all at once—just like him. He trailed hot kisses down her cheeks and jaw much like he had earlier, only now there was no audience. No need to hold back. Only hot, sweet skin swathed in pink silk and black chiffon.

“You marked me already, ’s my turn.”

Just when she was feeling a little too sober, Harry’s words drenched her in the heat of desire. This was definitely a bad idea, but it didn’t sound like one when he put it like that.

His fingers slipped from her jaw and followed his lips down to her throat, enticing her with a gentle squeeze—a warning? Or a promise for later? Either way, this bathroom escapade was fucking sliced bread and she was putty in his hands.

He sucked harshly on the supple skin of her neck without warning. A gasp slips out of Y/N’s mouth and Harry’s ringed thumb pressed deeply into the center of her throat in reprimanding. His other fingers gripped the crook of her neck, just enough to make her head spin and keep her body pliant.

Meanwhile, his other hand slithered down the smooth silk to her waist, his hold on her heavy and warm. Harry’s swollen lips retracted from her bruised neck, not before pressing a few gentle pecks to the hickeys to soothe the pain.

Y/N felt dizzy with pleasure and enveloped in love. She couldn’t help but chase his lips for a few more desperate kisses as he pulled away from her neck. She suddenly wished she could admire the marks he’d left, but the glazed, hungry look in his eyes would definitely suffice. The little bathroom felt ten degrees warmer—leaving Harry looking hot and flushed and absolutely irresistible.

“You okay, baby?” Harry whispered in the tiny space between them, words slightly slurred and dipped in bliss.

Y/N nodded aggressively, letting her hands wrap around the back of his neck where his skin was hot and hair curled adorably. “Please kiss me again.”

He did as he was told, of course. His lips moved tenderly with hers and his hands trailed lower, gently caressing her waist and hips. His fingers started a course back up to her ass, this time taking the fabric of her dress with them.

Y/N’s head felt light as a feather, no thoughts besides Harry…Harry’s hands…Harry’s lips…Harry…

She curled her thighs around his hips and he responded effortlessly, hoisting her up by the backs of her thighs and pressing taut between the cold bathroom wall and his own hot chest. The temperature in the room seemed to rise impossibly then, the sounds of breathy moans and gentle sucking kisses seamlessly diffusing into the heat and surrounding them in a delightful symphony.

Y/N was thrilled by the way Harry’s tongue tasted like champagne—as sweet and plushy as always. She decided then that she would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on hers, of the dizzying joyful feeling his lips gave her every single time.

“Harry…honey…”

“What ’s it pretty girl?”

The pet name in his raspy accent went straight to her core. She let out another shameless whine, squeezing his waist tighter with her legs.

“I need you, Harry…”

“Hm? Need what?”

She groaned—now he wanted to be a tease. After he’d gotten to give her the hickeys like he wanted.

“Harry, please.”

“‘M just messing, pretty girl. I know what you ne—“

Suddenly, a loud crash rang out in the little cabin. Y/N let out a screech and sprang away from Harry, landing awkwardly on her stiletto heels. Wide eyed, she and Harry both looked up toward the source of the sound. Muffled shouts followed, in the midst of a horrible shattering sound, like broken glass, or hail or—

“The ice sculpture!”

They were both wide eyed and panting and a little sweaty, hair tousled and lips swollen red.

“Oh shit,” There were more muffled shouts and some shuffling of feet above them. Even through the ornate ceiling of the bathroom, it was clear there was an ordeal going on up there.

Breathy pants lingered between them, and the room suddenly felt even smaller, even more swelteringly hot and stuffy. Of all things to ruin the heat of the moment…a fucking ice sculpture.

They looked at each other blankly, as if to say what the hell do we do now?

“Let’s head back up while everyone’s distracted.” It was Harry’s alcohol-induced idea, cooked up in his foggy brain.

“There’s no way we can go back to the party like this.” Y/N gestured between them—the sweaty foreheads, messy hair, skin dotted with hickeys, and most prominently, her boyfriend’s obvious arousal.

Harry sighed, glancing down at himself. “Let’s leave then.”

“What, you wanna swim home?”

Harry frowned, “Huh?”

“We’re on a fucking boat, dumbass.”

Harry looked away from her with wide eyes and burning cheeks. Right…Absently, he thought it was funny how she could go from making out with him against the wall of the bathroom, practically begging for more, to mercilessly making fun of him, all within seconds. His thoughts bled into his expression, a happy smile tugging on his lips as he thought about her and her unparalleled sex appeal and her cute laugh and her mock insults and her more and more.

And just like that, he was laughing. His wild laughter seemed to echo in the small bathroom. Despite their hot rendezvous being rudely interrupted, Y/N swore she could smell the happiness in the room—almost as poignant as the champagne on his breath.

Seconds later, she couldn’t help but join him in happy laughter.

Turns out, the fallen ice sculpture was even more of a hazard than they’d initially realized—so much so that the captain of the yacht demanded an early return to shore and a continuation of the party on land. Many patrons were disappointed by the early end to the yacht cruise, not including the birthday boy himself, who Y/N would be surprised if was still walking at this point.

As they sailed back toward the shore, Harry was nursing yet another flute of champagne while Y/N clung to him in the boat’s interior—half because she wanted to cover his erection from any passerbys, and half because she just really wanted to hold him. He’d also managed to produce a slice of cake on a porcelain plate, which he’d presumably snagged when he left her on the couch to find more alcohol.

“You look cute,” she mused at him while he chewed the forkful of cake she’d just slid into his mouth. She was sideways in his lap, bare feet rested on the arm of an expensive looking couch. She vaguely realized that this area of the boat was probably off limits for guests, but fuck it, she thought, no harm no foul.

“Hm?”

“I said, ‘you look cute.’” Y/N repeated. He really did look cute like that, with his face flushed and hair messy and a tinge of lipstick still lingering on his cheek.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled with frosting still between his teeth, “I heard you the first time.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. I take it back.”

“You can’t take it back!”

She gathered another forkful of cake and brought it up to his lips, “I just did.”

“Fine then,” He said, “I’ll just toss you overboard. Out of sight, out of mind.”

At that, Y/N gasped. She quickly turned her hand away and brought the cake into her own mouth, licking her lips for extra impact.

“Noooo!” He held her by the hip and dragged her even closer to him, as if she were about to get up and actually go overboard and take the cake with her. “I’m sorry baby, you’re cute, too. So cute. Like, so cute that I can’t believe you like me.”

Like? I think I more than like you.

“I can’t believe it, either.”

The words were on the tip of her tongue, dancing around in the tiny space between their lips like electricity. Harry leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her bottom lip as if trying to pull them out of her.

Yet again, they were interrupted. This time by a loud horn blare and the captain’s voice over the intercom. “Land, ho!”

“Finally.” Harry sighed in relief, already trying to stand up from the couch, “Can you take me home now, please.”

“We can’t just leave when the party’s still going! What about Niall?” Y/N pressed her hands against his chest to slow him down.

“Niall won’t remember a damn thing.”

She considered his words. He wasn’t wrong; Niall had already knocked over the ice sculpture, after all.

“Take a left here,”

“Here?”

“Ye—wait, no.” Harry slurred, shaking his head from the passenger seat.

But his girlfriend had already turned the wheel to the left, inevitably sending the car in the wrong direction, again.

“Shit, M’ sorry baby.” he said with a drunken giggle.

“Good lord Harry…”

She threw the car into a random driveway, grumbling as she executed a clumsy K-turn.

She could hear the cranky frown in Harry’s voice as he groaned, “You’re a shit driver.”

“Well you’re a shit navigator!” Y/N looked over and gave him a pointed look. But the look only fell on his droopy, half-open eyes. “Where the fuck do I go?”

A beat of silence passed as Harry’s head lolled around. He hummed a bit, imitating the low rumble of the car’s engine. Finally, he murmured, “Keep goin’ straight.”

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t reply, just turned to look at her with that mischievous drunken smile.

“Aw fuck, no. We passed it up.”

“Harry!” She couldn’t help but laugh. Despite her annoyance, his antics were amusing. “Are you sure you actually know where you live?”

“Of course I know where I live!”

Y/N sped into another middle-of-the-road U-turn, and Harry dramatically fell into her lap with a low yell.

“Slow down, you minx! Gonna get us killed!”

“You’re so dramatic, Harry. If you’d just tell me where the fuck you live!”

“Can’t remember.”

She craned her head up to ceiling, letting her own eyes fall shut as she inhaled her frustration.

“Okay, fine. It’s that blue one over there.” He gestured vaguely to the right, but it was too dark to see the colors of the houses anyways.

Y/N let out her deep breath, “Somehow I don’t believe you.”

His growing smirk gave him away. After only a few seconds, his foggy brain would not allow him to contain his giggles.

“Harry!” she whined. He was always kind of silly and clingy, but the excessive alcohol made him an actual baby. He was still laying in her lap over the center console.

“Why are you like this?”

He pouted, feigning hurt. “Maybe I just wanna spend more time with you.”

Y/N’s fingers loosed on the wheel. She slowed the car to a stop against on of the curbs in the quiet neighborhood, poised under the soft light of a street lamp. Her annoyed expression softened and the familiar urge washed over her—the urge to kiss his cheeks and tell him she loved him and squeeze him tight and never let him go. How could one person be so annoying yet so fucking adorable?

She pushed his hair back (not without thinking about how he would’ve scolded her for messing it up at the beginning of the night when he had been sober, but now he was far too drunk to care) and wrapped an arm around his neck. It was definitely an awkward position and Harry couldn’t have been comfortable like that, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held her arm in both hands and snuggled into her lap as she cooed at him. “Aw, baby. You could’ve just told me.”

“But we’ve only been together for a little bit…and I don’t want ya to get sick of me.”

“Could never get sick of you, honey. Not even if I wanted to,” she said earnestly, continuing to stroke her fingers gently through his curls.

“Really?”

Now if that wasn’t a hint…this man was even stupider than she thought. In spite of his endearing idiocy, Y/N still could not resist the urge to just love him.

The idea that he could possibly love her back crossed her mind several times, especially in the past few weeks.

But they’d only been officially for a month and a half…was it too soon? Would she scare him off? Was there some unwritten rule of love to wait until they’d at least seen each others’ homes? Although, if she did tell him now, Harry was so drunk he may not even remember. If it went horrifically wrong, maybe she could forget it happened. (No, she definitely would not ever be able to forget if that happened, but the lie comforted her a little nonetheless). But if it went well, she’d be more confident telling him again when he was sober tomorrow. And at last, she didn’t even think she could hold the words in for another second while he was cuddling into her and kissing her arms like a baby kitten.

“I love you, Harry.”

“You do?!”

Suddenly, he seemed alarmingly sober.

“Ugh, yes. How could I not?”

He looked appalled, really. As if the idea of her loving him was absolutely insane. “Well, I annoy you, I kiss you in public, I drink too much, I spend way too much time on my hair, I’m not as handsome as that waiter…”

“And you’re pretty stupid.” Y/N interrupted with her own addition to the growing list.

“Yeah, you’re right. I am pretty dumb…But,” he paused, flipping over in her lap to look her in the eyes, “I did get one thing right.”

“What’s that?” She asked, fondly stroking his gelled hair with trembling hands.

“Falling in love with you.”

And loving him was that easy, as easy as sipping champagne and eating cake and falling overboard. She loved his flamboyance, his confidence, his kindness. She loved his silly tattoos and his bunny teeth and the little scar under his chin and the faint lipstick stain on his cheek. She loved the way they teased each other like children. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. She loved the way he adored her. And so, she couldn’t help but smile wide.

“Alright, let’s add you’re super cheesy to that list, too…”

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Congratulations DYLAN! You’ve been accepted as NEPTUNE.

Dylan, I was so excited to see you apply for a second character and even more excited to see you apply for Neptune! The cosmic metaphor that you weaved throughout the entire app is something that I absolutely loved. Making Avery be the second born and comparing it to leftover cosmic energy had me howling! I also loved that you wrote about how special twins are when it comes to mutants - their powers being the yin to the others yang was especially something that stood out to me. I’m so, so excited to see you bring Avery to life!

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Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Dylan

PRONOUNS: He/Him

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT. 6/7 Days

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Avery O’Brien aka Neptune

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Avery can take you by surprise. At first you might just see this edgy kid walking down the street, fists clenched and ready to throw them at the first person to give them a skew look. With a packet of Marlboro in his back pocket and tongue primed with his general response, ‘fuck off’, you just simply wouldn’t expect Megan the Stallion to be blasting through his earphones as he walked.

Sure, Avery definitely knew how to get himself into trouble and he had picked up a few bad habits along the way but Avery would probably be the kindest and most loyal friend you could make. He’d often babysit his neighbors kids and he genuinely enjoyed it. His aesthetic was mostly a facade, tough and ready to rumble when he’d definitely prefer to avoid a fight if possible.

He might be young, but don’t underestimate him. He’s been on the street long enough to know how things work and life has definitely taught him how to look out for himself and his sister. He’s pulled off countless jobs since their parents kicked them out and has managed to keep his hands as clean as they could be. So what gives Avery the edge? He’s cunning and smart, he knows how to work angles and get what he wants, one way or another.

As for Avery’s powers, he doesn’t really understand them, and nor does the rest of the world, to be honest. He’s read multiple essays and watched countless videos on dark matter and energy and what that meant exactly. When he uses his powers, it’s as if he can feel each individual molecule of something, measuring up its mass. He can then change how gravity affects the object, making it ‘heavier’ or ‘lighter’. He’s also experimented with dark energy blasts which seem to be an invisible force that pushes everything out of its way and constantly expands if he doesn’t control it. Honestly, his powers frighten him, as does the unknown to all humans. What really gets to him is that if Dark Energy is what causes the universe to keep expanding, should he really be playing around with that shit?

BIO:

TW: Homophobia

Penelope was born first and then Avery, like the leftover cosmic energy when a star is born. The two were inseparable and doing so would bring about the same results as splitting an atom, metaphorically. As they grew older, they spaced apart but were still always in each other’s orbits, one revolving their life around the other and visa versa. As far as Avery could remember, his early childhood was a good one, or maybe he was just far too young to really see how his family life really was. He went to school, worked hard and would come home only to spend the rest of his free time with Penelope.

As he got older, Avery was always testing his boundaries. How far could he push his luck with his parents, peers, teachers, and even law enforcement. He hung around with the wrong crowd and got pulled into things he never originally wanted to do. It was nothing serious until he was involved in the destruction of a school bus. Nobody could explain how the bus had been crushed nor who had been involved. It happened just after summer break, Avery and a group of his friends had snuck onto school campus that night just to mess around and smoke some weed. Avery was mainly there for Mitch Evans, Avery’s love interest at the time.

The night progressed and the group ended up hanging out in a school bus. The group whittled down to just 4 kids when Avery finally gained the courage to make a move on Mitch. He had tried to kiss the other and Mitch’s reaction was violent and resulted in Mitch punching Avery in the face and shoving him out of the bus. The flurry of embarrassment and heartbreak felt as if it was crushing his soul and before he knew it, the bus started to creak as the metal began to indent. The group inside had mostly been able to get out untouched, everyone except Mitch, who’s leg got stuck under a chair whilst the bus was imploding. After managing to free Mitch from the bus and getting him to the nearest hospital, the group vowed never to mention what had happened out of fear that whatever crushed the bus would follow them. Little did they know that Avery was the one that had crushed the bus and the only other person to ever know this would be Penelope. That was also the last time that Avery ever spoke to Mitch Evans.

That was just the beginning of weird events that would follow the O’Brien twins. Their father seemed to end every day with a bottle of whiskey and their mother seemed to become more unhinged every day. Avery pushed through, working hard at school, knowing that getting into college would be his escape. Having Penelope was also a blessing, having someone he could trust and open up too was a privilege he knew not many had.

Half-way through high school was when it all changed. Their parents had officially rejected them and kicked them out of the house. They had nowhere to go and started crashing on their friend’s couches. Soon Avery was given the opportunity to work a job with one of his friend’s older brothers and he took it. They robbed a yacht and got away with a bag full of expensive jewelry and cash from the on-board bar. It took a couple of weeks before the money was laundered, but Avery got his cut and a reputation. He was asked to do a couple of more jobs and started learning the ropes. It was his senior year when he pulled off his own job. He put most of his money into a savings account to buy a place for him and his sister. He finished school and was given a bursary to study engineering at a local college.

Now, at the age of 24 he is still studying engineering and lives in a decent apartment with his sister. He also works as an intern at a local high-end engineering firm that specialises in space technology. At night he works as a bartender which is mostly a cover and is where he gets approached by most of his clients to pull off jobs for them for a percentage of the cut. There’s been a change in the winds recently though and whispers of new and powerful mutant gangs coming to Miami has him watching his back.

His life is extremely busy so he’s constantly living in the now. If you stopped him and asked him what his goals were, he’d default to saying something about making sure that Penelope is safe, not that she needs his protection, but he barely thinks about what he wants these days. That’s why everyone in his life that has a ‘more than friends’ status seems to come and go, Avery doesn’t think about what he wants and always puts others first before himself, stretching himself as thinly as possible which often leaves his partners feeling neglected or toyed with.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

Penelope O’Brien. It’s said that twins have some sort of special connection, and if that were true for humans, it was definitely true for mutants, especially if their powers were the yin to the other’s yang. Penelope was like the birth of a brand new star whilst Avery was the death of one. They were each other’s best friends from the second they were born. Not only was Penelope always there for him, she was the only one he confided in after the school bus incident. They spent countless nights staying up until sunrise chatting about boys and girls, school, life goals, games and so much more! Penelope was the first person Avery spoke to about his powers and he was so happy that he wasn’t the only twin with ‘gifts’. Being able to support each other was so much easier since they shared a secret. If anything weird would happen they’d race to the other and tell them, learning about each other’s powers together. Penelope wasn’t just his twin sister, they were his best friend too! Considering that Avery struggled to keep love around, this meant a lot to him. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her and that’s why he’d die for her. He’d rather not be alive than live a life without her. This is where Avery’s loyalty turned fierce and where he would definitely cross a line if need be. In a sense, Penelope was Avery’s weakness in more than one way, emotionally and physically. He was sure that if there was anyone that could match his powers it would be Penelope and to what extent, he had no idea and he hoped that he’d never have to find out.

EXTRA:

Oh boy oh boy. I MEAN. What shouldn’t I put here?

I’m thinking that his reputation might get one of the groups to approach him? Maybe more than one group gets him to work for them as a freelancer?

Honestly I’m probably going to make a lot of content for Avery throughout the next week purely because I have so much muse for him, but I also kinda wanted to get this app in and this doesn’t influence decisions so… but here’s a link to the Pinterest board:

https://pin.it/3FkPGew

I might also make a mock-blog? And on there I’ll have graphics and headcanons? IDK. I’ll send it in if I do.

ANYTHING ELSE: Nope! All good! I honestly love this RP so much and I’m waaaaaay too invested for my own good.

#accepted #accepted: neptune

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Trapped in Montreux (Roger Taylor x Reader) - Part Two

Summary: You got a job as a bartender in a yacht somewhere in Switzerland, and you didn't know that the yacht was rented by a famous band for the whole weekend...

Warnings: mild fluff and mature language

Word Count: 2.3k+ words

MASTERLIST

MOODBOARD

PART ONE

The bodyguards shakes their hands as they got out of the car in front of the recording studio, congratulating them for another successful album as the biggest rock band in the world. Freddie was again the happiest one, being the center of attention and the media swarming around him to get a picture or have an interview with him. Brian was speaking to John, talking about their families coming over later to celebrate the record. And Roger is walking alone, following the others as the paparazzi's also tried to talk to him. The band entered the place where they will stay here in Montreux and their management had planned on an album signing for the fans waiting for them in that place.

Freddie was the one that loved Montreux more, especially when he looks over the view of Lake Geneva. Roger also loved the place, but not as much as Freddie. John and Brian are fine with it, since they're staying here for the whole weekend to celebrate and have a blast.

"I called Chrissie and the kids earlier, seems like they want to go and celebrate with us too." Brian said to the other boys.

"Veronica declined, she seems busy back home. Her mum came by to see the kids also." John replied too as he sit down on the plush couch inside the room.

"It seems like the party will be having so many guests soon. Call all you know and I'll call all I know too. But where will we celebrate that party darlings?--Rog? Is Dominique coming?." Freddie asked the blonde drummer who is sitting across him, just beside Brian.

"Dominique can't come, she's taking care of our baby girl with her mum and dad back in London. Can't believe I left her there instead of taking care of my baby daughter." Roger said as he lit up a cigarette, inhaling on that deadly smoke. Finally, I can smoke now because I'm away from home, he said for himself.

"Oh! Baby girl Rory! How's she Rog?." Brian excitedly asked. He's really attached to Roger's daughter at the moment, ever since he introduces her to the boys.

"Cute as a bean. Can't believe I made her," Roger laughed, "Felix is really excited having a sister."

"Same with my first lad James, he's excited to see his sister Louisa before when she's born." Brian said and Roger smiles. Still can't believe that he had two kids right now, sharing them with the most beautiful woman he had.

"Now stop talking about your families for a second like some old men and think about the party!." Freddie interrupted the conversation of the two as they smirk, nodding their heads at the lead singer.

Roger was about to speak but someone knocked at the door. One of the people that worked for them opened the door to see Miami coming inside with a smile on his face, "So, I heard Freddie here is planning a party for the success of the new record?."

The boys nod their heads then looked at Freddie, "What have you got in mind?." He asks the manager.

"Well, this kind boy named Fionn just called me if we can get his boat for the whole weekend, and of course I said yes. You all never had a boat party yeah?."

The boys shake their heads in response, "A boat? You mean...a yacht or something?." Brian asked and Miami nods his head.

"Yeah, the boat had almost everything as Fionn said. A jacuzzi, rooms, a huge deck where hundreds of people can go and a bar with bartenders that will serve you nice drinks. What do you say?." Miami smirks, looking at each of them.

"Then get that boat and call some friends darling!." Freddie enthusiastically said as he claps his hands. Miami said his goodbyes again and left the room, probably calling Fionn for the boat they need.

"Partying on a boat would be terrifying and fun at the same time." Brian laughs as they all did.

"I hope those bartenders they had in the boat can make a perfect margarita." Roger smirks. John agreed to him. They all can't wait for the upcoming party.

...

"I can't believe we got the fucking job Y/N, and the best part is we are starting on the weekend. Probably most rich people will get the boats, make their drinks for us and give us huge tips. That would be the most amazing thing." Gerda said while chopping the vegetables she needed for her vegan food. Ever since she knew that Brian May is a vegan, she started being a vegan too which is...too much.

"Yeah. Thank god you're friends with Fionn back in college and he pushed us in for this job. We didn't even met his father who's the real boss, and Fionn just asked us the name of the drinks that we will possibly serve." You rolled your eyes, eating on your toast while reading on the newspaper today. Then you saw the band name again on the entertainment area of this newspaper.

"You should've known that Queen is finally here in Montreux and said that they are having an album signing of their latest album." You announced as Gerda whip her head at you and started to jump up and down.

"Oh my god Y/N! This is fucking it! I'm not going to miss this opportunity any longer! I'm glad I bought every single of their record, I will let them sign it, I will talk to them and I will let them all sign my tits. Around my bra." She says and you shake your head while laughing under your breath.

"Good luck with that. If you want to be first in the line, you should be waking up early. Fix the things you need already because I believe the album signing would be tomorrow now." You said and before you could add another phrase in your sentence, Gerda went straight to the room to get her things for tomorrow and even set the alarm clock by the nightstand.

You finished your small dinner alone in the kitchen and washed the dishes. Gerda still didn't ate her vegan food but you just sat on the couch, watching on the little television until your eyes started to droop down and catch your slumber you just needed.

The next day came and your sleep been distracted by Gerda shaking you awake here on the couch you just slept on, she's been obnoxiously speaking that the album signing will be starting by nine in the morning, some fans will be there early and she should be wearing some presentable clothes. In all that she had said, you're still sleepy as your eyes tried to droop down but Gerda suddenly slapped your cheek, possibly jolting you awake.

"Fuck off Gerda! I'm sleepy!." You complained and took the pillow, covering your face with it.

"You just promised me before that you'll come with me in meeting them even though you'll just stand by the corner and take polaroid pictures of me and the band signing my boobs." Gerda said and you huffed in annoyance. Right, today's the day where she will meet the band.

So you lazily stood up from the couch and look for some comfortable clothes. You see your best friend wearing a buttoned shirt and shorts, so you just took your dress and a hat since it's getting sunny again before you see Gerda standing by the doorway looking at you.

"You don't look bad yourself missy." Gerda wriggled her brows as you pushed her away from you, laughing afterwards.

Gerda know the way to Queen's recording studio where the fans could meet them, and when you could see the fans patiently waiting for them outside the venue, that's when you know that's the place. You and Gerda also waited in line, talk about other things and asking if she got a permanent marker for the signing. You jump in shock when the fans started to howl in happiness and excitement, knowing that it is now happening.

"This is it Y/N, this is fucking it." Gerda said and you looked back at her.

"Okay. Let them sign your record, some pictures of them and let Brian May sign your tits." You laughed at the last sentence you've said and she smiles.

"Maybe I'll let all of them sign my tits." Gerda said and you rolled your eyes, still laughing at her remarks.

After a couple of minutes passed, maybe close to an hour since they are so many people waiting in line just to meet them. Gerda is now third in line pending to meet them, wait, you're also gonna meet them even though you don't want to.

"Wait--wait, I should wait for you outside Gerda..." You said and that made Gerda widen her eyes, she was about to say something but now it's her turn, finally going inside the same room as the four people sitting behind a large desk as people are still making them sign on what they wanted to sign and taking pictures.

"Fuck." You cursed and look around you. I don't have anything that would make them sign to because I'm not a fan! Why am I doing here? You thought those words.

So you just brought out the polaroid to take a picture of Gerda in line with the biggest smile on her face, you tried to hide your anxious self with a fake smile but you guess you did it miserably.

"What's the matter?." She asks.

"Why am I here? I don't have any fucking thing that I would sign them because I'm not a fan. I'm too fucking late in escaping earlier." You whispered at her and she shakes her head.

"Just take a picture of me and the boys signing my tits. That would do your work." She smirks. You huff and waited for Gerda to meet her idols.

When she's now in front Freddie Mercury, she quickly shakes his hand, "Hi Freddie!." She exclaims, going on some greetings while signing some things. And when she asked him if he could sign her bra, showing off her chest, Freddie happily obliged, leaning over to Gerda as he signed her white cotton bra with a permanent marker. Maybe she won't wash that anymore after this.

Gerda did her thing with the other boys, she can't stop containing herself when Brian May is now signing her chest, looking back at you with a smirk on her face as you tried to hide a laugh. When she's now in front of the ladies man of the group, Roger Taylor, she seems more comfortable with him.

"Is this your friend?." Roger suddenly asked Gerda as he pointed at you who is standing like a statue holding the polaroid.

"Yeah, she's my friend, her name's Y/N." Gerda said and motioned you to come closer. And you did, you're now standing in front of Roger Taylor, drummer of Queen.

"Hi." You said and paused for a second, "I'm just here for my friend as I take pictures of the band and her and yeah...that's that." You awkwardly said and he smiles.

"You don't have nothing to sign for, maybe I'll sign for you?." He asks and you raised your brows. This is new for a rockstar, asking to sign for a normal person like you who occasionally listen to their music.

Gerda shot you a look, mouthing this is your chance as she quickly took the camera off your hands and smiled at you, feeling so proud of what is happening. Roger suddenly took your wrist, then wrote his signature over your skin.

"There, you're now signed by me." He said as you pull your hand back from him. The bodyguards asks you both to go out now since Gerda is done signing her things and her bra. You still don't know what the fuck just happened back there, looking down on his signature written over your skin. Like you're fucking marked by him.

"Don't you noticed it?!." Gerda suddenly exclaims, shaking your body around.

"Noticed what?." You annoyingly asks and she gave you that are you serious look with her brows raised at you.

"That Roger Taylor is flirting with you. You're so damn blind."

"Roger?...flirting?...with me? Oh no, you got it all wrong Gerda. He have a girlfriend for Christ's sake and he's years older than me!."

You and Gerda started to walk back to your place, still talking about the Roger thing. On what your best friend is saying right now is pure nonsense to you, so you just didn't listen to what she's blabbering about.

...

"It's so obvious that you're flirting with that girl earlier Rog." Freddie says as his eyes train over to Roger who is again taking a smoke inside the room.

"Which one?." John interjects that made Brian snort a laugh.

"Bugger off Deaky." Roger spoke but he had a smirk around his lips.

"You know which one Rog, it's too obvious. The girl with a polaroid, taking pictured of her friend that made us sign her boobs." Brian said.

"Oh." Roger reacts, "But I'm not flirting with that girl. I have a bloody family, I don't want to cheat on my girlfriend."

"You can't just say that. Life is always expecting the unexpected darling." Freddie said as he took a drag on his cigarette. Roger looked at the ground and contemplate about Freddie just said to him.

He can't believe himself that he's now thinking about that girl.

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No no this is the girl who didn't write me there was a girl who wrote a satellite maker but she didn't write me yacht fish Jayson BUT REMEMBER ANNE FRANK THE GIRL AND HIS FAMILY WAS MURDERED IN THE LIVING ROOM AND SHE WAS UP IN THE BASEMENT AND SHE REFUSED TO COME DOWN UNTIL THE MURDERERS LEFT THE HOUSE IT WAS ALREADY TOO LATE

Some I'm at one of the crime scenes and I read this letter that wasn't written to me and written to another satellite maker and I was kidnapped by this regime to interpretate the letter because they want to know what it says because it wasn't written to your satellite maker

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No they kidnap me to make jokes for girls more importantly I think I'm having a father and son talk the bird to the bees with my boys yeah I'm giving them girl advice I'm telling them the best clubs you know I'm telling I'm giving them the best advice remember that army general who went into school teaching little boys little nerds

Ernest goes to jail Keith that's him remember you guys only have the covid the other guys we're working on these covids are are yours exclusively not my hit records

Yeah that's why I was so far behind they only let me see the covids at Miami Florida made hits on songs and movies they wouldn't let me see my own stuff I get I get it on tour in like Las Vegas and I'd become highly infected because they're very angry that that they were on the other side of that video actually insulted one tried to press charges and I said press charges on me I'll do anything

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What could be a possible 7-days boat itinerary to find out about the Florida Keys?

Part of an ancient coral reef, the Florida Keys are synonymous with a popular destination for fishing, boating, snorkeling, and diving enthusiasts from all over the world. The symbol city, Key West, has always been a reminder for all those who wish to savor Caribbean life while remaining in the continental United States territory. Famous are its sunsets over the sea to be enjoyed in one of the many bars and clubs that characterize this city.

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Without a doubt, Ft. Lauderdale is best known for its beautiful white sand beach with the calm, clear blue ocean which stretches for miles. Not surprisingly, with a large gay resident and tourist population there are three recognized gay beaches. These can be found in the north, at 18th Street, centrally located at Sebastion Street, and in the south at Dania Beach, with the central beach probably being the most popular and close to most of the gay accommodations.These gay areas are easily identified by the rainbow umbrella sun shades and the sunbathers they attract.With beach volleyball and other ball games, people-watching in these areas can be a most enjoyable way to pass a hot sunny afternoon with cool dips in the ocean when it gets too hot.There are also plenty of cafes overlooking the beach with spectacular views to enjoy when food becomes a priority.This makes for the idyllic part of any well-earned vacation.

The Florida climate affords year-round vacations, but spring is probably the most temperate and popular time of year to visit. The Ft. Lauderdale Pridefest takes place in March and claims to be the largest Pride celebration in Florida. With entertainers and events, this weekend is planned for residents and tourists alike to show their pride. The Gay Rodeo is also a big attraction. In addition to rodeo events at the Bergeron Rodeo Grounds in Davie (just outside of Ft. Lauderdale), there will be a Country and Western Dance, Pool Party,Wilton Manors Nightlife Tour and a Southernmost Hoedown in Ft. Lauderdale. For anyone who has experienced a gay rodeo, this is certain to be a popular gathering on the IGRA circuit.

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summerrrluvvv · 4 years

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Chapter 3

Music featured in this chapters:

Cranes in the sky by Solange

Crew by Gold Like ft Brent Faiyaz and Shy Glizzy

Yesirrrskii by Lil Uzi Vert ft 21 Savage

Act Up by City Girlz

Cash Shit by Meg Thee Stallion

Miami: Day 2

Ariana:

“Uhhhhhhh what the fuck” I groaned waking up. I had a huge headache and my stomach was on fleek. I still had on my fit from the night before, my damn wig was barely hanging on. “Bro what the fuck man” I said taking off my wig. I got up and got undressed and into the shower, which did not last long because I needed some medicine ASAP. “Rise and Grind girls” Melody came in happily. “Mel why did you not help me out my clothes?” I asked her. “Uh we all passed out in here. I got up in got in my bed and i guess we all just took showers” She said drinking out of a coffee mug. “What is that?” I asked. “Hangover Tea, Tye made” She said. I laid back down. “Tell Tye Tye to bring me up some” I told her. “Ari you can’t sleep in all day today is the yacht party” Mel said. I almost threw up thinking about being seasick and hungover. “When can we rest?” I asked. Melody looked at me crazy. “Miami never sleeps, shake that hangover off so we can drink again” She said. “Ima go get your tea” She told me closing my door. I sighed at the idea of getting fucked up again. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. “I want you so bad” I see. I had remembered that Marlon crazy ass messaged me last night. Tye came walking in with my mug. Melody was right behind her. “Okay now that we all in here except Zion ass, we need rules” She said. Melody groaned. “Boring” She said smiling as Tye playfully pushed her. “Aight so, basically rule #1 is always always get lit, #2 is never worry about yo girls get the Dick sis but send us your location so if shit go down you know #3 No sad girl shit, no mopping #4 if bitches try us they try us all and that’s the rules I love you hoes” She said laughing. “Not the ditch your friends for the D” I said laughing. “Well Zion completed #2, and I’m get on her ass too. Saying this trip all about my girl’s face ass” Tye said. “Yall um I think I seen Isaac last night” Melody said. “And I oop” Tye responded. “Are you sure we were drunk as fuck” I said to her. She nodded. “I know what Isaac looks like and his friends you know Freddie and Trey” She said. I nodded, “Well don’t let that ruin your trip fuck Isaac” I said. “She going to fuck Isaac alright” Tye said smirking. “Nooo Im not” Mel said. “Ima get me a new boo”. I clapped for her. “You see that, growth” I said imitating Kelly from insecure. Tye looked at me as Melody walked out. “She happy as fuck on the inside” I started laughing. “Shut up!”.

After our little house meeting. I decided to take a run in our Airbnb subdivision. I always ran to clear my head especially after a hangover, Thank God Tye got me that tea. I took a break, caught my breath, and took a sip of my water. I see a Convertible pull up near me, and the top lifted off, revealing some sexy light skin guy. He started talking to me, but I had my headphones in listening to “Cranes In The Sky” by Solange. I took my earphones out. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you” I said smiling. He laughed a little. “I was saying damn it rare we see such beauty in this area, normally got to wait till you hit the beach” He said. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Uh boy” I said. He smiled at me. “I’m Anthony” He said. His voice was so whew lord. “Ariana” I said. “Call I call you Ari or RiRi for short?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nigga I don’t know you like that” I told him placing my hand on my hip. He laughed. “Feisty little thing, aight I dig it. Hopefully, I see you around, Ri” He winked at me before pulling off. I cheesed all the way to house cause that man was an Angel. “Girls, Ladies, Bitches I seen a fine ass man on my run. I’m talking GQ fine” I said blushing. Melody and Tye came out they room and looked over the staircase balcony we had in the house. “And?” Tye said. “His name is Anthony and he stays over here I guess; He has a nice ass car and he called me Ri” I said cheesing. They just looked at me. “Number?” Melody asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. “He just said, see you around Ri” I said smiling. Melody and Tye laughed. “Well at least it aint that nigga Marlon” Tye said. “We gone go to every door and find him” Mel said. I started laughing. “Ima get me some Anthony” I said. “You better” Tye said. I could not stop squealing about that man.

Zion:

I woke up to sun beaming bright as fuck in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the sun. I turned over to see I was in bed with Kyrel from last night. I palmed my face. I got up and grabbed my shit. He rolled over and looked at me. “Good morning Beautiful” He said. Normally I would cringe at any nigga telling me that, but it made me slightly smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. Last night shouldn’t have happened” He said. I looked at him. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to feel like it was a one-night stand. I really dig you and I want to see you again if that’s okay” He said to me. I nodded. “I would like that” I simply said smiling. Normally my ass would say something smart, but his energy was different. “Let me get my ass up, so I can make sure you get home okay” He said. A man! I thought. These niggas in Atlanta do not even care if I made it home unless they thirsty as fuck. He got dressed and we got in his car. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” He sang along. He looked over at me smiling. “What?” He asked. I giggled. “Nothing, you just cute. I guess” I said. He put his hand up to me like a mic. “Come on sing it with me” He said. I laughed. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” We sang turnt in the car. “Aye see” He said. I playfully pushed him. “Got me slipping out here” I told him. He started laughing. We pulled up to my Vacay house and just sat in the car. “So, Ima take you out Wednesday if that’s okay?” He asked. I looked at him crazy “And where we are going sir?”. He smiled. “It’s a suprith” He said in a funny voice. “Aight We gone see about that” I said laughing. He leaned over and pulled my face towards his and we started kissing. His lips tasted so nice; it was about to be a Tsunami in this car. I had to go. I pulled back. “Thank you for the ride, home and to sleep” I said laughing. He smirked. “Keep your phone on you” He said. I got out the car and waived bye. I walked into the house and Ariana met me at the door. “Its 2pm Mam, where have you been young lady?” She said with her hands on her hip. “I went to see a man about a horse” I casually said. “Irrrrr ok” Ari said making a funny noise. Tye came downstairs in her swimsuit looking like a goddess. “Okay I see you” I said. She twirled around. “Inches on Inches baby”. Melody came down after her in her swimsuit. “Yeahhhh get intoooo itttttt” She said holding Patron in her hand. “Okay Ari I see you too girl” I said gassing up my girls. “Bitch go get motherfucking dressed; our ride will be here soon” Tye said. I ran upstairs got in the shower and got myself all the way together. That took almost 2hrs. “Zion! Hurry up!” Tye yelled. “Im coming!” I yelled. “Ooh Z you look good girl” I told myself. I did a little twerk, and scurried downstairs before them hoes leave me. “Dick got you taking yo time huh?” Melody said. I playfully pushed her. “Shut up, I have yall know that Kyrel is a gentleman okay, and he is fine as fuck. He laid it down good as hell, Yall I’m let him go because he gone fuck me up” I said. Ari sucked her teeth in. “You better get you that gentlemen peen” She said. I almost spit out my water. “Bitch, I almost died” I said laughing. “Shots!” Tye said. “I’m not uh uh, only a little Tye” Ari said. We all took shots before we headed into the party bus.

Melody:

“Hit your main bitch, yessirskii, Doin' donuts in the six, yessirskii. You got engaged but she still wanna slurpskii” Lil Uzi “Yessirskii” played as we walked onto the Yacht. I never been on no Yacht before and bitch this shit was a dream come true, another lit drunk night for me Yesssiiirrr. My girls and I were twerking our ass off. “Fuck it up Tye!” We yelled as Tye twerked on the opening of the boat. “I always wanted to do that” She said taking more shots. We were eating and Ari and Tye were smoking, just enjoying the vibes. 2 hours had passed, and we had drunk 2 bottles of Patron. I felt more fucked up then I did last night. The movement of the boat was causing my world to spin, and I needed to sit the fuck down, ASAP! “You good Mel?” Tye asked high as fuck. “No girl I feel sick as fuck” I said. She took me downstairs to lay on a random ass bed. No matter how much I stayed still the rocking of the boat was making me feel nauseous. I got up to look for a bathroom. “Fuck” I said realizing this room had no bathroom. I stumbled to quickly find one before I threw up in these people’s boat. As I was moving fast but woozy, I bumped into somebody. “Sorry” I said. I felt hands around me. “Yo you good?” I heard. I looked up seeing the beautiful man, but I was so messed up I did not care. I shook my head “No” I could feel the vomit rising. I tried to get out of his way, but he was trying to check on me, and what I feared most happened. I could not hold it in, and I threw up all over him. I could not stop it just kept coming. “Bro what the fuck!” He yelled. “I’m sorry” I said faintly before I knew it my eyes got heavy and I passed out.

Tye:

“Real ass bitch gives a fuck about a nigga big Birkin bag hold 5,6 figures stripes on my ass so he calls this pussy tiger, fucking on a scamming ass rich ass nigga. Same group of bitches aint no adding to the picture” All of us girls were screaming the lyrics at the top of or lungs. “You check on Mel?” Ari asked. I looked at her crazy and hurried downstairs, because niggas is weird. When I got down there, I seen she was wrapped in the blankets on the bed. “This your friend?” I heard behind me. I turned around to see a fine ass black man wrapped in a towel. I nodded. “Yeah she didn’t feel good, I’m sorry I will get her up” I said. He shook his head. “Nah, she good this my boat so she straight. She must be sick or something she threw up all over me bruh” He said. I guess that explains the towel. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry” I said. He laughed, “It’s cool if it was anybody else they have to get the fuck off, I had my home girl clean her up and I put her in here, so yall enjoy the party. Here is the key to this room just check on her when you need too” He told me. I smiled “Thanks”. I locked Melody in and went back upstairs to go see Samar.

“Hey stranger” Samar said as I walked over to him DJing. “When we gone be able to kick it?” I asked. He looked at me confused. “What you mean nigga? we are kicking it now” He said I rolled my eyes. “Samar I’m talking like how we do back home we in Miami nigga lets kick shit have fun” I said. He nodded. “Aight movie night at my house, bring the liq I got the wings and the weed” He said. I smiled at that idea. “Aight cool motherfucker” I said just dancing to the music slick coming down from being lit. “Here drink this and come over here” Samar told me. I took the shot and came near his mixing station. “Okay now what?” I asked. He smiled. “You gone learn how to mix for a little minute”. I was excited, “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He says he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” He clicked on some buttons then went to his computer. He brought the mic over to me. “Say something” He smiled. “I don’t feel like yall lit enough for me, let me run that shit back!” I yelled on the mic. Samar ran it back. “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He say he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” Every female sang. I got happy as hell. For the whole party that is all we were doing, I am surprised they aint pay me the fuck. After, the boat owner helped us get Melody on the bus, and Samar pulled me to this side. “Do me a favor bro, don’t be out here wilding with these Miami cats okay?” He said to me. “Can it just be yall girls chilling and shit?” He asked. I busted out laughing. “Samar, I’m grown sir you don’t have to worry about me honey, I’m good” I said. He looked at me annoyed. “Tye, I’m trying to be like a big bro and be protective but okay city girl Tye” He said. I shrugged. “Thanks bro” I said rolling my eyes. Nigga fuck yo big brother face ass, the fuck. He hugged me and said bye to everyone on the bus. I see him go talk to some Randoms. Typical Nigga shit. I pull out my phone a text Julian.

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boysintheblueimagines · 7 years

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Happy Birthday Cody!

Pairing: (Y/N) x Cody Bellinger.

A/N: This is smut so if you are uncomfortable. Please do not read. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

Warning: unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks)

Summary: It’s Cody’s Birthday! After the cruise Cody is in for a little surprise

It's Cody's birthday! Being in Miami for the All-Star Game was great. You and Justin decide to have a surprise yacht party. Cody was the best boyfriend and you wanted to do something great for his birthday.

The morning of you woke up next to him.

"Good morning birthday boy!" You say in a groggy morning voice.

"Haha. Good morning beautiful." He replied pulling you closer to him.

"I have a few presents for you!" You say escaping his grip.

"Can it wait? Come back to bed (Y/N)" He whined.

"Nope. We have a big day today." You said walking into the bathroom. You quickly washed your face and walked out.

"So what is this surprise?" Cody asked getting out of bed.

"Well it's a surprise. I can't tell you." You said.

"Ugh. Fine." He said pulling you to his chest.

"Get ready Cody. We have to leave soon. Put on you swimsuit." You said pushing him away.

"Okay. Okay." He said in defeat. You two both got ready. You wore a two piece with high waisted bottoms and a top. It was black and had lace detailing.

"Can you tell me know where we are going?" He asked while you were driving.

"You will see when we get there. You are so impatient." You laugh.

He laughed in returned. You finally reached the place. It was a small dock with a yacht.

"You got a yacht?" He said in shock.

"Well Justin did. I helped him out though." You smiled as he put his arm around you.

"I love you (Y/N)" Cody said.

"I love you too Cody. Now lays go people are waiting." You say pulling him to the dock. Corey and Mady, Justin and Kourtney, and Alex and Suzanna we all waiting by the dock.

"Happy birthday Belli!" They all yelled.

"Thanks Guys!" Cody smiled.

"Come on guys. Let's go. There is a yacht." You yell.

"Let's Go!" Cody yelled after you.

Hours passed, many pictures were taken, 'happy birthday' was sung and most of us were quite drunk.

"Hey baby. Thank you so much." Cody said.

"No problem. I just wanted to make you happy on your birthday." You smiled.

What you didn't realize is he was pushing you closer to the pool. Cody pushed you into the pool.

"Oh my god! Cody." You whine.

Everyone laughed with you. But you quickly got your revenge when Justin came up behind him and pushed you in. The night had passed and you had to uber back to the hotel (don't drink and drive. please).

When you two got up to the hotel he pushed you against the wall.

"Oh well hello there." You laugh.

"You looked so good night." He said sucking your sweet spot. You moaned which only made him more confident.

You tugged on his shirt and he got the hint. He pulled his shirt off and undid you swimsuit top. He kissed the valley in between your breasts before sucking on your left nipple. You moaned his name. Before you knew it you were being pushed on the bed and he kissed you again.

"It's your birthday. It's all about you." You say flipping him so he is on the bottom. You kissed down his chest and pulled down his swim shorts.

His erection flew free. You gently sucked on the tip of his dick. Making him hiss from between his teeth. That was an extra boost of confidence. You slid your mouth down inch by inch. Making him moan your name.

He reached the back of your throat, making you gag. You used you hands where your mouth couldn't reach. But Cody pulled you up to him and connected his lips to yours.

You quickly removed you bottoms and got on top of him. You positioned him at your entrance and pushed him in slowly. But he needed more and he trusted him himself into you. Cody flipped you over so he was on top. He gave you no time to adjust to his size.

"faster..Cody.." You moaned. He complied and did as you wished. He pounded into you faster.

"God. You're so tight." He said.

"I'm gonna.. come" You stutter.

"Me too." He said. His words sent you over. Your orgasm took over you body. You clenched your walls around him, triggering his orgasm. He came inside you. You two rode out you highs and he collapsed on top of you, trapping your arm.

"Cody. You are on my arm." You say

"Oh shit. Sorry sweetheart." He said pulling out and rolling over next to you.

"Thanks for the greatest birthday." He smiled.

#imagine #request #cody bellinger imagine #cody bellinger #cody bellinger smut #corey seager #joc pederson #trayce thompson #justin turner #alex wood #dodger smut #dodger fluff #los angeles dodgers #dodgers

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queen-rogah · 5 years

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Trapped in Montreux (Roger Taylor x Reader) - Part Seven

Summary: The yacht party finally ended, and so as your first job in Montreux as a bartender. Would everything go back to normal after the happenings in the yacht party?...

Warnings: angst, mild fluff, mentions of cheating, language

Word Count: 3k+ words

Note: finally having some good ol' angst again since I don't like happy endings :) sorry

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

You and Roger watched three movies, while watching the third one, your eyes started to droop down on the middle of the movie and slept on Roger's shoulder as he pulled you close. Roger understand how tired you are in the party as you need more hours to sleep again. Roger finished the movie alone until Gerda stepped inside the flat to only see you snuggling to Roger Taylor, covering her mouth to stop freaking out.

"H-hi." Gerda stammers and the drummer nods his head at her. Her heart was melting at the sight of you and Roger right now, she feels so happy for you. "Did she just--" Gerda trailed off

"Yeah, she just slept. And did I intrude?." Roger politely your best friend as she shake her head no.

"No, it's fine Roger. It's just...thank you for looking after her." Gerda said and excuse herself in the kitchen, cleaning some things on the counter and made herself some sandwich. When she got back in the living room, she found Roger trying to carry you bridal style from the couch.

"Where's her bedroom?." Roger asked and Gerda pointed at their bedroom door. Looking at Roger carrying you back in the room. Gerda can't stop smiling and also can't wait to tell everything to you when you wake up again. Gerda sat on the empty couch, took the VCR off to watch some tv shows and found the entertainment news.

"Oh yeah, some new rumors from celebrities again." Gerda smirks as she watches while eating her sandwich. And then one news came that made her swallow her food and widened her eyes, "No, no, no..."

Queen drummer Roger Taylor found another woman? It's all over the newspapers folks! Is Roger already in a relationship while he's with a random woman in their party last night in Montreux, Switzerland. What would his kids say to him?

Gerda turn the television off as she blankly look at the black screen, thinking about the things that would happen to you. She was shocked that those press already made the videos and pictures public from last night. And Fionn also said that those press left before the band did, so those paparazzis just invaded their private space and endlessly took some pictures. The video that they took is that you getting into Roger's car and the pictures where he is dancing with you in the crowd after that almost kiss. Those people have earned the profit they needed with those pictures while they are just letting those person involved be heartbroken. Especially to you, who's just an ordinary girl that Roger laid his eyes on.

Gerda stayed silent as she kept overthinking until she saw Roger coming out of the bedroom, "I should get going. Say to her that I said goodbye." Roger stood in front of Gerda. She want to say the news that everything about them is now everywhere, but her tongue was tied.

"S-sure Rog...I will." Gerda trailed off as the drummer left the place, hearing his car drive away from the lot.

...

"Where the fuck is he?."

Brian paced back and forth inside the recording studio as the other boys watch him be paranoid. Brian found the newspaper with yours and Roger's faces on it and the fact that he's so scared to tell the boys, especially Freddie who is gonna be the first one that would say to Dominique if he wants to.

"Why are you so tense right now Bri? What's happening huh?." Freddie stands up and faces Brian with a glass of mojito in his hand.

"I--" Brian was cut off to hear the door opened behind them, seeing Roger step in the room as he looks at Brian and Freddie looking at him too. Deaky is just sitting on the couch, listening in his Walkman.

"What is happening?." Roger asked and Brian quickly approaches him, feeling the suspicious look on Freddie's face. He took Roger from the other room away from Freddie and Deaky as he took the piece of the newspaper with the news.

"I found this and...Freddie still didn't know. Because if he knows, he will ring Dominique for sure. I'm nervous about you Rog, but--"

"--but this is impossible. Miami said that no one will post these bloody pictures from the party. Those fucking assholes played us! They used us for the money, they used the boat party for some bloody rumors, make a story about it and earn profit from it! This is bollocks!." Roger raged and dig his hands in his blonde hair.

"I know this is a rough time for you Rog, but nothing covers the truth. You between her isn't a rumor because it's true, how would you explain this to Dominique? The woman that shares your children and the one you've been blabbering about marrying her?." Brian asks and that made Roger fell in silent.

He really can't the truth about his feelings with you. His mindset on the first place when he met you is just leave the feelings here in Montreux because Montreux stays in Montreux, but the time when you have kissed him, he just felt that you already trapped him here in this place that would totally eat him up in guilt because he already have someone else. He wanted to forget about you, but visited you earlier again before he will ever leave you. Everything was so wrong in everybody's eyes, but for yours and Roger, it feels so right.

"Will you fight for her?." Brian asks Roger. The heartbeat of Roger's is speeding up and he's in the verge of tears, he didn't know what he's thinking about as he wants to cry. Is it about Dominique that will leave him together with their children, or he can't fight for you? He was in agony, the pain that he will fail both you and Dominique.

"I don't know Brian." Roger whimpers, leaning on the wall behind him as he thought about the things he would do.

Brian felt the his broken friend as he also lean on the wall, just beside him. He also thought about what would happen if his wife would know about Anita as he imagined himself looking like that, what Roger is going on now, devastated about the rumors around him.

"I have faith in you that you can do it Rog, I really do." Brian said as he pats his shoulder. Roger looks down on the ground and smiles at his life-long friend. They shared a warm hug until someone interrupted the moment to see Freddie clearing his throat while looking at the guitarist and the drummer brotherly hugging.

"Now would you explain why are you both hugging now?." Freddie asks and that made Roger gulp. Dominique and Freddie were close, extremely close that everything that Roger would do, Freddie would say that to her. And it's making him be much more paranoid to see Freddie looking back at him in this vulnerable state.

"Freddie, it's just--"

"I want to know what's going because you're not just the only person that is Roger's friend here," Freddie pointed at Brian, "I also cared about him Brian! Now would you fucking stop hiding things away from me?."

"It's about Y/N Freddie, they know that I'm with her through the rest of the night in the party. And...since you're close to Dom, I just think that you would say anything to her about this..." Roger pushed himself off the wall and faced the lead singer.

"Why would you think of that? I've been bugging you to flirt with her since she's a lovely gal. She's no Sienna Harper to me that would probably ruin your life and Dominique, she will understand you darling. If you still love Dominique, then go back to her and if you're feeling something on the new girl, well, things always come unexpectedly." Freddie says. Brian was silent as he also listened to him, also feeling his words.

Roger sighs, "I love Dominique, so much, but when I'm with Y/N...it's just so unexplainable."

"Make that unexplainable be explainable darling when you're now facing Dominique. Don't make this problem huge." Freddie smiled at Roger, his hand patting his shoulder.

Roger nods his head, promising that he would do everything to make things right.

...

You woke up in your bed, not in Roger's arms anymore. Your eyes stared up at the ceiling as you deeply thought about your relationship with that drummer. You just remember yourself rejecting what you're feeling about him before, and now you're surprised, he's all that is in your mind. And those lips, god those lips, his kisses were breathtaking, well he's literally breathtaking, and the way he kisses you is permanently stuck in your brain and especially his touch. You never knew you could be so desperate of him just a day later.

You sat up on the bed and also Gerda stepped inside as she sat on her bed. She have this sad looking face that made your brows furrow, "Hey, what's wrong?." You sat at the edge of your bed.

"Y/N, they publicized it..." Gerda mumbles, never looking at you.

Then the anxiety hits you again, "Publicized what?."

"The pictures of you and Roger in the party, it's everywhere. I...I thought those pictures won't be used publicly but no, it happened, everything is in the tabloids...on newspapers...on magazines..I--"

Your mind spaced out in Gerda's words as she explains about the problem from the press. And then tears started to stream down your face and your eyes looked down on the ground.

"I just ruined his reputation..." You whispered to yourself.

"What? No, no Y/N, you didn't. Roger knows what to do to stop this mess--"

"--those pictures will ruin him and the girl he loves. I did the same thing as Sienna did to him, I--"

"Hey, it's nothing against what Sienna did to him! Sienna did worst and it's her own intention, and yours isn't. So stop comparing what Sienna did to Roger because she's a monster and you're not." Gerda sits beside you as she pull you in her arms.

"What if I'll ruin his relationship with his girlfriend and would break his family too. That would break my heart into pieces too." You sobbed.

"Y/N, just like I've said, Roger will do everything to make it right. He will never hate you because..." Gerda trailed off, her mind replaying the things that Roger did to you. She feels like he's in love with you.

You're waiting for her to finish her sentence, "Because I've seen something different about him when he's with you."

"Gerda, I...I think I fell deeply in love with him. It's wrong but it feels so right. He make me feel those different things too, he's not like the other guys I've met--"

"Because he's a rockstar?." Gerda teased and you chuckle, wiping your tears away. You're just happy that someone is making you happy in some tough times like this.

"But why did they publicized it? You said that it shouldn't be used publicly but why did they do it?." You asked and she sighs.

"Maybe those paparazzis are paid to send the pictures to the tabloids. Well, money works on everything and did sell the pictures. They don't have the right mind that what they did will literally ruin somebody's life. It's such a dick move really."

"That's just cruel..." You mumbled.

"It is so cruel. Press are pain in the asses, beyond rude and doesn't know what's the meaning of privacy for them. Fucking dumbasses." Gerda muttered. You sighed deeply and now you're thinking about Roger, who is definitely facing the heaviest problem. On his side, he's all in the blame while you're just the girl they would talk about and would use some names that aren't really pleasant to hear.

Whore. Slut. Skank. Those words circles in your mind and that made your heart ache a bit.

...

Queen finally left Montreux in their private jet. Roger still haven't moved on about the incident in that place but the boys tried to cheer him up. Giving him the encouragement to do whatever it takes to make things right when they will be back in London. Roger was scared to face Dominique but when Freddie sat beside him and talk about her, the wedding was brought in the topic. Roger was a bit hesitate now but he remembers Freddie's promise that he'll accompany Roger in buying the engagement ring for her. He knows he still want to marry her, but your name is in the back of his mind.

"Roger, you're just talking about marrying Dominique the first day we're in Montreux and now you're in hesitation. Is Y/N really worth it? I mean, she's beautiful but Dominique is more than that. You've known Dominique for so many years and had bear two healthy kids with her. Are you still doubting on marrying that woman?." Deaky asked.

They have landed in London now as they are walking towards their car. Fans have been waiting for their arrival but Roger can't look or greet them. He's still thinking deeply on his decisions. John's questions made the thinking complicated but when his mind sets on his children, he knew he have to do the right thing.

"Fred," Roger calls the lead singer as he turn his head at him, "Let's find some engagement ring."

Freddie smiles as he said to their driver to go to the jewelry shop. The car accelerated to the place, arriving at a very fast minutes. Roger left the car with Freddie as the other boys were drove back to their places. Some guards look over to them if some fan will pounce on them. Roger was looking on the ring and suddenly found the one that will look so lovely in her hands.

"I think this is the one..." Roger said and Freddie stood beside him, also nodding in agreement. He bought the ring with the huge diamond on her size and stare at the velvet box in his hands. Their drive came back for them as he drive to Roger's house with Dominique and their kids living in.

"I trust in you Rog, do the right thing and...fate will do on its own." Freddie said his goodbyes to the drummer as the car drove away. Roger again picked up his bags and stood in front of the door, he rummage through his wallet to find his keys but stopped when the door finally opened to see Dominique standing before him. Seeing those bloodshot eyes that made Roger step inside the house and cups her face.

"No, don't touch me Roger, don't..." Dominique sobs, pushing his hands away.

He knew this would happen.

"Baby, it was a mistake it's..." He wince at his words.

You were never a mistake to him.

"She's nothing..."

You will never be nothing.

"But what did I see on the papers Rog? You look like you're so in love with her, you look like you've replaced me from her." Dominique whimpers but he pulled her in his arms. He's already crying as he feels the guilt in his heart.

"I am not in love with her and I will never replace you, babe. We have Felix and Rory right? They're the reason why we will always be inseparable..."

And all that he's been thinking about is you. He will never forget about you.

"You sure about that Rog?." She wipes her tears away.

Roger again cups her face, "A hundred percent yes babe. And I've been meaning to ask something..." He gulps as he reach in the pocket of his jacket.

This is it.

"I've been asking myself while I'm in Montreux if this the right time, but through the help of the boys in deciding, maybe it really is the right time..."

Roger took the ring box out that made her clamp her mouth close as the tears streamed down her face. Dominique was surprised and shocked. She was supposed to be mad at him but she loves him and her love for him will always forgive everything mistake he will do. Because the pictures have been a nightmare for her. She had seen the pictures of him, while looking at you, it's the same look he gives to Dominique, that's why she's devastated and her heart's been crushed. But the sight of Roger bringing out a ring box in front of her erases everything she ever thought of him that night she saw the photographs.

"Roger..." Dominique whispers.

"Dominique Beyrand. The love of my life and the woman that has my first two kids. Whatever doubt you have for me, I hope that won't be the biggest problem in our life because I really don't want you to doubt on marrying me too..." Roger smiles and opens the ring box.

Her eyes widen on the engagement ring as she watches him go down on one knee, chest rising and falling in nervousness, "My love, will you marry me?." He asks.

He waited for her response and he knows she's thinking. Deciding what's her response.

And then she replied with a, "Yes, Roger, I will marry you." She said and that made him puff out the air in his lungs. He stood up as he took the ring, slipping in her finger. Looking so perfect.

"I won't let you down again Dominique. Never ever." Roger hugged her as she wrap her arms around him. She happily cried as she kisses his lips, Roger closes his eyes as small tears poured down his cheeks. He can't believe he doesn't feel the spark from the kiss, unlike the kiss that he shared with you.

And he did let you down.

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