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harrysbooty · 3 months

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Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (24)

The coke hits fast, and makes most of the night blur together. We dance, we drink, laugh until I feel like I might throw up, and then we laugh about that too. It passes like a glittery montage until we end up in the lake, absolutely soaked as we wade back out of the water from swimming out to one of the lotus lights that float on the surface.

He flops onto the grass, facing the sky. “I can see through your dress.”

“It’s a see through dress.” I say, sitting down next to him. I look down at him with a smile. “I can see through your shirt.”

“No, but I can see through the flowers now.” He says, laughing.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before.” I say.

“Sure.” He props himself up on his elbows. “But the rest of these people haven’t.” He glances to the shifting crowds of people out on the lawn.

I glance back towards the throng. “Fair point.” I have no idea how I’m going to get back inside without completely losing any shred of dignity I might have left.

As if he senses what I’m thinking, Farleigh stands, holding out a hand for me to take. I do, and he hauls me up to my feet. “I’ve got an idea.” He says, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “But I need 100% of your trust.”

“You’ve already got it.” I say.

He grins. “I know. But I wanted to ask anyway.”

Without any preface, he scoops me up, wrapping his hands under my thighs and holding me to his chest. I barely have time to wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders before he’s taking off, running towards the house in long strides. I gasp, and then laugh, bouncing along in his hold as we tear through the crowd. I can feel his grin against the side of my neck as he runs, muttering halfhearted apologies as we rush into the house, heading towards the stairs.

It only takes us a few minutes before he gets to my room, bustling inside and dropping me on the bed without much ceremony. He darts back to close the door, and locks it, before turning around with a victorious grin.

I sit up on the bed. “Wow.”

“Genius, I know.” He says, flopping down beside me. “You’re welcome.”

“Thank you.” I say, leaning down to press a kiss just in the corner of his mouth. When I pull away, he follows me for a second before letting his head fall back to the mattress. I bite my lip in a grin before leaning forward to slip off the heels I’d borrowed.

Farleigh sits up to watch me kick off my shoes, and then start on my dress, tugging at the soaked fabric until it slides off my hips into a puddle on the floor. A shiver runs up my spine as the air of the room hits the dampness of my skin. I start to work on my hair, pulling out the little pins that hold the flowers throughout my braid. “Aren’t you going to get out of the wet?”

Farleigh rolls his eyes, but stands. “If you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked.” He says, shucking off his boots.

I plop back onto the bed, beginning to work my hair out of the braid, gently unraveling as I watch him undress. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, sure - but it’s exciting all the same, now that it’s just us, in my room, away from the prying eyes of the field or the party outside. He pulls his shirt over his head first, and then kicks off his pants, his wet clothes joining my dress on the floor. Naked as could be, Farleigh flops back down on the bed, looking up at me as I finish unraveling my hair.

“So.” He drawls. “Is this the part where we fuck?”

I lay down beside him, turning so that we’re nose to nose, just like that night Venetia interrupted us - that night we almost kissed the second time. “This is the part where I ask you about that email.”

“You made me get my dick out to talk about emails?” He deadpans. His tone is uncaring, but the way he shifts on the bed speaks volumes, folding his arms across his chest.

“I’m not mad at you about it - not my plates.” I say. “I guess I’m just confused. I mean, I get it, we talked about how tired you were of having to ask, and its a little frustrating that nobody cared about those plates until you tried to take it-”

“I didn’t-” He interrupts me, face tightening slightly. “Sorry. I just…” He trails off. “I have no idea what happened that night.”

“Surely you have some idea…” I say, reaching down to play with his hands, gently prying his fingers away from his chest.

He lets me, looking down at where I run my fingers over his knuckles with hooded eyes. “I remember you totally cockblocking me.”

“Sorry.” I say, even though he doesn’t sound mad at all.

He continues on, now with a smile. “I went back to bed, hard. And I fell asleep for a bit but then, I don’t know.” His tone changes. “I have no idea if it was just a weird wet dream or if this actually happened, because when I woke up he was gone, but I swear, Oliver snuck into my room, asked me if I was going to behave and then gave me a handjob. And then I woke up again and there was an email on my cell about those fucking plates.”

I look at him for a moment, gauging whether he’s serious or not. “Oliver?”

“I have no fucking clue what happened that night.” He repeats.

I turn over what he’s just told me in my head. It’s crazy - crazy enough that it doesn’t seem real. But I trust him - if he’d tried to just take them, I feel like he would have just told me. And he seems to doubt his own recollection enough that I know he’s been letting it spin around in his head since it happened. Oliver’s sour face as he’d stalked away from Farleigh on the lawn comes back to me. “You don’t think..?”

“I have no idea.” Farleigh says. “I know that I don’t remember writing it, but we were drinking that night, and I’m not totally sure I didn’t dream that he jerked me off anyway-”

I remember the look on Oliver’s face once he’d realized what song Farleigh had forced him into at karaoke, and the way, in the aftermath of the morning, he’d kept asking and asking if anyone knew what had happened. “I think Oliver framed you.”

Farleigh laughs. “You don’t have to be nice just so I’ll have sex with you-”

“I do.” I cut him off. “You guys have never really got along, as far as I know, and I think karaoke was his last straw. I mean - what did you say when he asked you if you were going to behave?”

“No.” Farleigh says. “Obviously I gave in once he had me by the dick, but I didn’t mean it-”

“Right.” I say. “And once you passed out, it would be really easy to send an email from your cell.” I stop playing with Farleigh’s fingers in favor of trailing my nails up his arm, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin.

“God.” Farleigh groans. “I shouldn’t have let him-”

“Obviously.” I chime in, rolling my eyes. “I can’t believe you let Oliver fuck you before me.”

“You could have fucked me that night.” He says, eyes meeting mine. I can see my reflection in his bottomless browns. “I would have let you.”

“I know.” I say. “If I had known, I would’ve. But I thought we had more time.”

“We have time now.” Farleigh says, the eagerness seeping through his nonchalance.

I laugh, trailing my arms up to wind around his shoulder, my fingers toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You can just ask.”

Unabashed, he grins. “Fuck me?”

I only close the gap between us in response.

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harrysbooty · 4 months

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felix catton is love song by lana del ray

#felix catton #saltburn #jacob elordi

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harrysbooty · 4 months

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thinking things

Miles at Christmas 2023 🥹

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harrysbooty · 1 year

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jack champion hc’s!

a/n: currently in deep jack champion brain rot… this prob has errors but i’m too tired to care so enjoy!! 💘💘

jack champion! who practically kisses the ground you walk on. in his eyes, you hung the sun, moon, and stars.

jack champion! who saves just about any picture you send him.

jack champion! who lets you talk on and on just because he likes loves the sound of your voice.

jack champion! who could stare at you for hours. (in a loving way, not a creepy weirdo way)

jack champion! who never misses the opportunity to post about you. tiktok, instagram, bereal, anything. trust me you’re on it.

jack champion! who always finds a way to bring you up in any conversation.

jack champion! who loves the feeling of your touch. sexual or non-sexual. i mean physical touch is his middle name.

jack champion! who follows you around like a lost puppy. (seriously even has the puppy eyes and everything)

jack champion! who will learn your favorite song on piano. (yes i fully believe he is a piano guy. no i won’t be taking any comments at this time)

jack champion! who believes you’re it for him. he’ll never find another like you, and to be honest he doesn’t really need to.

jack champion! who calls you any nickname in the book. baby, sweetheart, love, babe, angel, etc. although his personal favorite is baby doll.

jack champion! who is an absolute sap for you and has no shame in showing it.

“bro you’re so whipped.”

“okay and?”

jack champion! who could sit in complete silence with you but still be perfectly content, just because he’s with you.

jack champion! who says i love you almost too quickly. but once he felt it, he couldn’t not say it.

jack champion! who will spam text you 70 times if you don’t answer after the first. oh and don’t forget about the 30+ calls/facetimes.

jack: hey

jack: hello

jack: hi

jack: i’m bored

jack: can u come over

jack: i miss u

jack: hellooooo

jack: are u dead

jack: babe

jack: what if i was falling off a cliff rn

jack: u don’t love me

jack: ANSWER PLS

jack: im actually dead now thx u let me die

jack: HELLO

jack: pls answer me

jack: im sad

jack: i miss u

you: jack i was showering

jack: U STILL LET ME DIE

jack champion! who sends you tiktoks even if you’re sitting directly next to him.

jack champion! who prefers to be little spoon because he likes the feeling of being in your arms. (barf)

jack champion! who makes it his mission to make sure your entire family likes him.

jack champion! who will buy you anything you need because he likes to spoil you. see a necklace you like? expect to get it for your birthday. new dress you saw at a store? already bought.

jack champion! who does anything to make you blush.

jack champion! who is die hard one direction fan. like knows every song. (but let’s be honest don’t we all?)

jack champion! who plays with your hair whenever your head is in his lap.

jack champion! who loves when you play with his fingers subconsciously. it’s something so simple, but it makes his heart soar everytime.

jack champion! who knows your every order from any food place you guys go to.

jack champion! who traces small shapes into your thighs when his head in in your lap. (bonus points for small kisses here and there)

jack champion! who always greets you first before doing anything else when he comes home. (if you’re living together or even just visiting one another)

jack champion! who will kiss any part of you he can. (don’t tell anyone i told you this but his favorite is nose kisses, giving or receiving)

jack champion! who would do anything for you because you’re the best thing to happen to him and he’ll be dammed if he ever lost you. (told ya… mans a sap)

a/n: zoowee she was a lengthy one. pretty pls send in any requests you have for me. i do top gun, obx, jack (just not ethan yet bc i haven’t watched any of the scream movies but i’m getting there i promise). anywho hope u liked :)) smooches 💘💘

#jack champion #ethan landry #jack #champion #scream movies #jack champion headcannons #jack champion x reader

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harrysbooty · 2 years

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I CANNOT DO THIS ANY LONGER