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jaylaxies · 2 years

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PING! WE SHOULD FUCK

PAIRING: jake x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, fwb, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), fluff, angst, fingering, choking, spanking, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of nicknames and food, jake has a twin sister, lmk if i missed anything!

SYNOPSIS: trying out tinder was a random thought you had, not expecting to see your best friend’s twin brother there. feeling bold, you swiped right on his profile, never once thinking that he’d do the same and text you right after, to which, you didn’t reply, well knowing that you’ll have to face him the next day for your sleepover with his sister at their place.

WC: 6.5k+ words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels <3 im back with a jake fic! the idea popped up in my mind so randomly but i had to write it down even though i rushed it a bit :3 i hope you guys like it! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated <3 i hope you guys enjoy it! iloveyou all <3

“Five days? You're kidding me,” your friend deadpanned, blowing air on her fingers as she finished applying another coat of nail polish on her perfectly oval shaped nails.

“I swear! It's been so long, I really need to get laid,” you sighed, painting your own nails with a pout on your face.

To say you were a sex addict would be an understatement. You had recently gotten out of your friends with benefits relationship, simply because you got bored of his ways, it lasted for about three weeks — which was a long time. Nevertheless, you wanted something entirely new this time.

“I fucked Sunghoon yesterday,” Jia spoke up with a proud smirk on her face as you gasped.

Park Sunghoon, the best friend of Jake Sim, who was also Jia's twin brother. It was bound to happen someday, their eye-fucking wasn't very subtle, however, you didn't know she would go on with it. That's exactly what made it more exciting.

“No way on earth you just fucked your brother's best friend,” you chuckled, “that's something straight out of a fanfiction. Scandalous.”

She giggled, telling you all about her experience from the past night and you teased her for scoring that big dick. Meanwhile, you also kept thinking about what to do with your situation. Some options you had would include going to a party and having a random hookup with a stranger, or, reaching out to one of your old flings — which you wouldn't do in your sane mind.

“So, what's your plan next?” she asked you, lying down on her bed as you proceeded to lie down next to her.

“No clue actually. Maybe I'll have to take the matter in my hands for now,” you mumbled, staring at the ceiling.

“Does that mean—” she started.

“—the pink vibrator,” you both spoke out loud, giggling right after.

That was your best plan for tonight, since you were in no mood to go and fish for new boy toys.

Blowing a flying kiss to your best friend, you stepped out of her room, running into something solid, however, it wasn't a wall, rather, it felt muscular. A hand coming to your waist, successfully preventing you from falling down, your eyes widening in the process. You stepped back as the heavy scent of musky perfume invaded your senses, looking up to see none other than Jia's brother.

You haven't exclusively interacted with him before, he had been mysterious ever since you first met him, through Jia, of course. Other than the mere nods of acknowledgement, and a few stares here and there, you hadn't ever spoken a word to him, except for that one time you had thanked him for holding open the door for you.

This would mark as your second interaction, “I'm sorry,” you spoke before taking another step back, looking at his face.

Parted hair, hollow cheeks and plump lips upturned into a smirk.

“Don't be. I enjoyed it, babygirl.” He winked before leaving you standing there dumbfounded, the door of his room closing as you tried to comprehend what had happened seconds earlier.

You'd be lying if you say that you didn't find it attractive. The result of the same being your legs wide open, paired with the same pink vibrator which had become your best mate from the past four days. You unbutton your blouse slowly, getting rid of your bra and cupping your tits, closing your eyes as you thought about being touched, a soft moan escaping your mouth as the vibrator stimulated your clitoris just how you liked it.

You whimpered, legs shaking as you pinched your nipples lightly, biting your lips to conceal your moans. The feeling was euphoric, also paired with distress as no matter what you did, you couldn't reach your high. You groaned, replacing your vibrator with your fingers, rubbing soft circles on your wetness, mind going back to what had happened a few hours back, the image of Jake's face popped into your mind and you didn't fight it.

Instead, you proceed to insert a finger inside your hole, gasping as you imagined it to be his thick finger, soon inserting another digit, pumping in and out while bucking your hips to meet your fingers, curling them inside of you. The highly vivid images of Jake doing those things to you helped a lot more than your vibrator did, a knot forming in your stomach as you increased your pace, thighs clenching as you wondered how deep his accented voice would sound in a situation similar to this.

With rigged breathing and shaking legs, your back arched, toes curling when you moaned out Jake's name, reaching your high with the release of your fingers being coated with your juices.

With weak legs, you stood up after a solid of five minutes, getting into the shower after turning the geyser on, letting the hot water droplets soak you up, you sighed, realizing what you'd done a few minutes back. Leaning against the cold shower tiles, you gently rubbed your body with a loofah, shaking your head.

You admit that it was the best orgasm you've had in two weeks, however, the fact that you had cum to the thought of your best friend's brother is what made your heart beat faster than normal.

With your bathrobe on and your hair still wet, you sat down on your bed with no intention of wearing your clothes just yet. You opened your Instagram only to come across Lee Heeseung's post, whereby he showed off his new girlfriend. Just below it, you saw a very vibrant advertisement of Tinder, your interest piqued all of a sudden as you clicked on it, downloading the application at once.

This is what you were going to do, find someone to hook-up with using a dating app, you hadn't ever done this before and naturally, it took you a few minutes to make an account and learn the basics of how the app works, making sure to select an equally sluttery and adorable picture for your profile.

You won't deny that it was fun to swipe left seeing some profiles with literal actors on their profile pictures, not to mention they also claimed to be those very actors. You also came across certain people which you judged, looked fine for your taste, however, they didn't quite reach your ‘I need them to fuck me' scale.

You sighed, almost giving up on this until this one profile made you sit up straight. It was as if the universe was hinting something at you when you saw none other than Jake Sim's profile being displayed on your phone. His picture was clearly alluring, his eyes focused on the camera and his tongue slightly out which, you'd admit, did make him look attractive.

You stared at the screen for a brief second before letting your thumb swipe right before you exit the application and switch off your phone, wondering if there was something wrong with you that day.

Grabbing your pillow, you screamed into it out of embarrassment, quickly searching for ways to undo the right swipe but a certain notification successfully halted your actions, eyes widening at that.

You got a new match! 😍😍😍

To your surprise, it was Jake.

He had sent you a simple wink emoticon paired with 'heyy', very typical of him. A half scoff-laugh escaped your mouth and you decided not to reply to the particular text, throwing your phone on the bed table, going to sleep with a newfound rush of excitement — excitement for your tomorrow's sleepover at Jia's place.

The next day came by quickly as you woke up late, packed a little bag for your stay and you decided to wear shorts and a blouse for your visit, knowing that you'll soon be changing into your short silk pajamas once you reach her place.

It was eight in the night when you parked your car in front of her house, looking into the car mirror once before you locked it, ringing the doorbell and waiting for a second before the door opened to your excited best friend.

“Y/n, come with me right now!” she more or less dragged you to her room, locking the door before she opened the chats of her and Sunghoon.

“Oh god,” you breathed out.

“Right? He wants me again, how am I supposed to say no to that dick?” she whined.

She could have easily gone to his place. But sadly, she wasn't allowed to do so when her parents were out, since her brother was the one in charge.

“I can cover for you,” you spoke slowly, after a second of forming an idea.

That would give your friend a good fuck, whereas, you can simply make a move on Jake, if you run into him that is.

She turned to look at you “Wait, you can. But how?”

“I mean, I can lock the door once you're out and then I'll also make sure to leave the window lock open so that you can get inside in the morning without getting caught,” you simply said whatever came to your mind.

“That can actually work. Should I say yes then?” she got up, typing furiously already as you nodded, biting your lip.

With a satisfactory smile, she sat down next to you, theorizing that going at midnight would be the best choice since Jake doesn't come out after that hour. You smile and nod, happy to see her so giddy, also offering her a facemask as you put on a movie, watching it together, munching on the snacks she had gotten earlier.

“So, what are you going to do with your situation?” she asked, throwing popcorn in your mouth.

You chewed before answering, “I think I'll go to Yeonjun's party tomorrow,” you contemplate, almost lying.

“Ooh, I'll come with,” she decided, checking the time before rushing into the bathroom with an excited squeal.

You shook your head, watching her come out wearing a blouse and skirt, spraying perfume earnestly before she blew you a kiss, running by all the rules while you also reminded her to be responsible and to come back on time.

With a kiss on your cheek, she left and you noticed Sunghoon's car being a little away from the place, to prevent being caught.

You sighed, changing into your pajamas, making your way to the kitchen right after as you felt parched.

Opening the fridge, you found an unopened bottle of water, and a slice of pizza from earlier. The whole house was silent and the thought of Jake being busy, or not knowing about you being here, invaded your mind.

If that were to be the case, then you'd have no other option than to go to Jia's room and sleep.

“When someone sends a text—” a deep voice spoke near your ear, a tingle going down your spine.

You turned only to be trapped between arms and the kitchen counter. The scent was musky, the exact same which you had been dying to get close to since yesterday.

“—then good girls text back, don't they?” he stepped back, his eyes staring right into yours as he asked you the question.

Even in the dim light of the kitchen area, he looked stunning with messy hair and sleeveless shirt, not to mention how the grey sweatpants he wore made his waist seem even smaller.

Adrenaline rushed through your body and you tiptoed to his height, your nose brushing against his own as he held your waist to steady your figure.

“What if I'm not a good girl?” your lips brushed against his as you spoke slowly, “Then what, Jake?”

He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb, your heart beating out of your chest as his hand travelled down to your neck, and towards your nape. He held on to your nape and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

“Then maybe I'll have to teach you a lesson, sweetheart,” he tilted your head, “would you like that?” he spoke out your name and you could only whimper out in a rushed agreement.

Soon, his plush lips meet yours in a kiss of urgency, your hand settling down on his bare shoulder, fingers digging into his flesh as you kissed him back with the same urgency. And suddenly, you were thankful that Jia went out.

Jake couldn't stop himself from feeling every inch of you, his hand going under your shirt, smirking when he noticed that you weren't wearing a bra.

“So fucking naughty.” he broke the kiss, whispering in your ear before he picked you up, placing you on the kitchen counter behind

you, his lips now moving down to kiss your neck, sucking on certain areas alongside, fondling your tits, squeezing them which elicited a moan out of you.

“Jake—” you breathed out his name once he unbuttoned your shirt, throwing it on the floor, his plush lips instantly working on kissing your valley of breasts, while you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging at the silky roots harsh enough to make him groan.

You found it hot how he was just as eager as you if not more, he stepped back and got rid of his own clothes, keeping his boxers on which did nothing to hide the outline of his hardened cock. You stared at him, cheeks on fire and lips slightly swollen. You noticed how his hair looked messier than ever, your eyes following his every move.

He tugged at your shorts, helping you out of them in a hurry, you bit your lip, spreading your legs on the counter so that he could get a better view of your glistening cunt.

“You're soaked,” he touched your wet slit with two fingers, making you shiver in an instant, “aw, princess. Are you that needy for me?” he bent down to place a kiss right where you needed him the most.

You gasped, feeling overwhelmed and wanting more of him, all of him.

He wastes no time in immersing his tongue into your pussy, licking and sucking as you panted, thighs shaking. He held them open with his strong grip on your thigh. Your eyes closed once the tip of his nose brushed against your clit. You felt ecstatic by each passing second, even more so when his thumb took the chance to stimulate your clit further.

“Jake, I'm so close,” you let out, and he stopped that very second, making you whine.

He licked his lips, looking at you right in the eye before he asked, “What do good girls do?”

“R—reply to texts!” you cried out lowly.

His tone got deeper as he asked you further, “Yeah? And what? You're gonna pay attention to me now?”

You were too out of your brain to get a better understanding of his last question, you didn't question it, nodding and saying yes, mind clouded with lust and need.

“I need words,” he urged, kissing your neck.

“Yes. Yes I will.”

“That's my good girl,” he whispered, positioning his hardened cock at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your wetness.

His words made your head spin in a good way. A lot of people had tried to talk to you that way, however, their words didn't affect you a bit. So, what made it different this time? Maybe it was his deep accent, or the fact that you had been craving sex from a few days now. Or, he was simply good at what he did.

It was easy for him to bottom out with how your wet cunt pulled his cock in, his dick stretching you out deliciously as you pulled him in for another kiss, moaning into his mouth.

He groaned, slamming his cock into you as he attached his lips on your tits, biting and sucking hard enough for it to leave marks by the next day. He acquired a faster rhythm, burying his length inside you while you held on to his shoulders for support.

His digits played with your bundle of nerves alongside, pulling you closer by waist in the process. You knew that you won't be lasting any longer than this and so, he increased his pace, spreading your legs further before you started clenching around him helplessly.

“S—so close,” you whimpered.

“Let go, baby.” He started to pull out, his own high nearing, but you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I'm on pills,” you whispered, gulping down, “Cum in me, please?”

He had never been more turned on in his entire life. Your fucked out face, swollen lips and the innocent eyes begging him made it harder for him to hold back. He, in fact, didn't wish to hold back anymore.

“You'll be the death of me,” he spoke against your lips, thrusting until you reached your state of euphoria, his cum releasing inside you as you both rode out your orgasms.

You weakly called out his name, and you swear you could see his eyes shining before he bent down to grab his clothes, his usual smirk back on his face as he pulled you in closer for one last time, helping you down the counter and lightly chucking at your wobbly legs.

“Next time, you'll text back, right?” he raised his brows.

Your heart hammered at the possibility of him fucking you again, “Yes, I promise,” you breathed out, lost in his eyes.

“Good girl,” he praised once again, before leaving you standing in the dimly lit kitchen.

You cursed, admitting how it was the best orgasm you've ever had in your life, weakly collecting your clothes before making sure to clean the kitchen counter and going back to Jia's room, cleaning yourself up.

You were too tired to function anymore, sleep consuming you fast as you drifted off to the dreamland.

By the time you woke up the next morning, Jia was home and fast asleep next to you, the sunlight was strong enough to wake you up, your legs sore from the pre-sleep activity you had. With a groan, you got up, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a mess, and so, you decided to take a shower and change into the other set of clothes you got with yourself.

“Jia, you're awake?” you saw your friend sitting on the bed with a pout and half opened eyes.

She called your name. “My legs hurt,” she whined, making you chuckle and help her up, despite your condition being the same as her, if not worse.

In half an hour, you both looked a lot more presentable. Rushing down to eat, you guys found Jake with an apron on, cooking what looked like breakfast to you.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Jake flicked Jia's forehead and you stood there, seeing the twins bicker.

Jake looked so different from the night, the smile on his face giving his face an angelic glow and his eyes were soft, unlike yesterday, which were full of lust.

He served an omelet with bacon for his sister, soon coming to your side with a playful smile, “Y/n, you look sleepy, did you not sleep well?” he spoke and you rolled your eyes as subtly as you could.

Of course you felt sleepy, he had kept you up half the time and you did not regret it a bit, “I'm hungry,” you spoke, ignoring his question.

He shook his head, winking before going to set up a plate of breakfast for you and him, both. He joined you at the dining table and you three ate silently, scrolling through your phone, still you could feel someone's stare on you, and you very well knew it was Jake's eyes which were fixated on you.

Even when you were leaving for home, he was the one who walked you to the door. Jia didn't suspect a thing, lost in her own little world, giggling as she texted Sunghoon.

“Don't forget to text back,” he spoke in a low tone, almost pressing you against your car with how close he was, “princess,” he concluded, right near your ear.

You gulped, not wanting to admit that even his little gestures affected you a great deal. Not to mention how it was officially just the third day of your said interactions.

You drove back home with a tingling sensation down in your abdomen. Last night left you wanting for more, and so, you looked forward to more of your interactions, also waiting for him to text you.

The day went by as quick as the lightning, you focused on the completion of your assignment, having to submit it in the school tomorrow.

“Final-fucking-ly,” you groaned, stretching your body before you shut down your laptop and plopped on the bed, unlocking your phone to find new notifications, but only one caught your eye.

Jake:

Miss me yet? ;)

You shook your head with amusement, typing out a reply.

You:

What if I do?

Jake:

Then maybe I'll have to come over to solve that problem, bbg

You:

As tempting as the offer is, we have school tmrw </3

Jake:

Tmrw it is then ;)

That was the last text you got from him, and you were curious if he was trying to make this a regular activity. Going behind your best friend was something you'd never thought you'd do, but like you mentioned, the offer was too tempting to refuse.

You took a deep breath, ready to face whatever was to come tomorrow.

You weren't ready for this.

Never in a million years had you thought that one of your fanfiction-esque fantasy would turn into a reality; courtesy of Jake Sim.

The day started off well, the clear sky and light wind made your morning mood instantly better. You reached school right on time, even getting coffee before that to function properly throughout the day.

Sitting with a random student, you pulled out your binder to make notes for that specific class, paying attention to everything your teacher said out loud before a small ball of crumpled paper hit your arm, you turned around in hopes of finding the culprit, but sadly, no one looked even a tad bit suspicious.

You shrugged, shifting your focus back on the lesson. Soon, the bell rang and you sprinted out of the class, the subject wasn't your favourite but paying

attention was the bare minimum. You stood in front of your lockers, stuffing a book back there before you shut it.

“Hey,” Jake spoke and you stepped back in surprise, clutching your chest before you slapped his shoulder.

“The fuck are you doing?” you whisper yelled.

“Exactly. What the fuck am I doing if you're still not pressed against the wall with my lips on yours?” he leaned in and you pushed him back, afraid of someone coming across you both being cozy with each other.

“We can't do it here,” you said, adjusting the strap of your bag and your eyes darting around the corridor, not meeting his.

“Right, we have to be at a secluded place. Follow me,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the parking area, which was fairly empty.

“Jake, I have a class—” you stopped once he turned towards you.

“Then you've got two choices, baby,” he smirked, “go and attend your class, or stay and let me fuck you.”

He pressed the door open button on his car keys, and you noticed that it was right behind you. The decision was yours to make, his tempting expression made you want to pull on his collar and smash your lips against his.

That's exactly what you did.

Soon, you were stuffed into the backseat of his car, windows fogged up and devoid of clothes, breathing ragged and his cock deep inside your cunt.

You had never been so grateful for tinted windows before.

“What do good girls say?” he urged you to answer, not moving.

You whined, “Please?”

“You're such a good girl for me, giving me all your attention.” He pulled out, slamming his cock inside your pussy once again and rubbed your clit alongside it.

Despite your state of pure ecstasy, you noticed this one word he spoke, ‘attention’ it was something he had used before too, and you were more than curious to know the reason behind it. Was it based on lust or something more? The question was sure to linger in your mind the whole day.

You hands tangled in his hair, holding his face close to your neck while he placed harsh kisses all over from your neck to clavicle as he hit all the deeper spots inside of you, growling your name as you both reached your climax, him nibbling on your earlobe before he collected your arousal with his two digits, tasting it right in front of your eyes, successfully hypnotizing you with his actions.

Chuckling, he swiftly pulled you on his lap and rested in the position for a while, your wetness close to his hardening cock.

He grabbed your chin and whispered against your lips, “Now that I've got a taste of you, I don't think I'd want to let go,” his tone was deep and breathless.

“Then don't,” you softly spoke, sealing the deal before he pulled you up and let you sink on his cock, taking you for the second time that very day.

This feeling was foreign to you. It had always been you, the plans, the calls, it all came from you whenever you were needy. This applied to all your previous friends with benefits, however, this time was different.

You weren’t one to spend time them, or were available for them when they needed you for their own share of sexual fulfilment.

That’s precisely what you were thinking about while staring into the mirror, lips shaded with your favourite lipstick, clad in a skirt with a top that complemented it well. All this because of one person.

Jake Sim.

It had been a solid of three weeks since your sex escapades started, and in midst of that, you had somehow grown used to his ways, his mannerism and, of course, his golden retriever like charm. You vaguely remember the day it started, the day you gave up your own rules. Willingly.

It was quite a horrible day for you, nothing was going your way, from you getting soaked in the unforeseen rain, to forgetting your assignment back at home and the newfound announcement of one of your favourite local bakeries being closed when you craved something sweet; made your crankiness rise up to a new level.

It blatantly showed how you were in dire need of some kind of distraction, a release of some sort. And Jake unknowingly gave you just that. His text was simple, asking if you wanted to come over, also informing you that his sister won’t be home for the night — and you knew exactly why.

So you took your chance and rushed over to his place. It was as if he knew that you needed something rough, he asked for your permission once before grabbing your wrist with his veiny hand, getting you inside his bedroom and closing the door swiftly, pressing you against the same while his eyes darkened with lust.

You’d never forget that night, the room was filled with the mist of sex and desire, the noise of your skin slapping resonating while you gasped when he spanked your ass, gripping your hair to thrust in harder from behind. His filthy words filled your mind, you wanted him more than you’ve ever wanted anyone. And that’s exactly what helped you reach your climax.

“That was amazing,” you huffed out, rolling on his bed and covering yourself with the blanket, getting comfortable as you tried to calm your breathing.

“You’re amazing,” he spoke, getting in the blanket with you, eyes earnest as he said so.

You gulped, breaking eye contact once your heart started racing at the honesty of his words, getting ready to do what you always did after a session — leave.

However, he had the power to stop you with a single sentence.

“Do you wanna watch a movie?” he asked, eyes never leaving yours.

You simply blinked at his statement, contemplating where you should stay or not, counting the reasons you could stay, the first being the sour ache in your legs, courtesy of Jake’s powerful thrusts which drove you to your breaking point.

Second being the comfort of his mattress, you made a mental note to ask him the brand for the same.

Third being, well, just his company.

Three reasons were enough for you, and you were noddin before you could even think more, making him smile the widest you’ve ever seen. Your own lips curling into one due to how contagious his smile was.

You stayed up the night watching his favourite movie, again, you would have said no but instead, you found yourself getting intrigued by the story each passing second, the night ending with you two sharing the bed, lips faintly curled up. You knew you were doomed when you found yourself in his arms, his face the first thing your eyes witnessed in the morning.

To prevent getting hurt, you did what you had to.

You left before he woke up.

You thought you had dodged the bullet called feelings, however, you only craved his touch more, and when he called your phone the next day, letting you know that he’s outside your place, you broke your rules yet again.

Ever since that day, you found yourself hanging out more, not just for the sake of having sex but also in general. He joined you and Jia whenever you hung out together despite the insufferable bickering he had to go through with his sister.

In the span of two weeks, he accompanied you both to the amusement park, sneaking to make out with you at random times. He went to your place to give you the jacket you left in Jia’s room, only to stay back and have a little extra fun with you while fucking you in your bathroom.

That’s not all. Jake was a kind person despite his usual unbothered and cool persona. He was quick to prove it to you, he took care of you in ways that you wouldn’t expect him to, getting you food and also relieving your stress in his own way. You got to witness the cuter side of him, learning how he’s scared of ghosts and you kissed him on the cheek that day, finding him adorable with his blushing face.

You wanted to spend each second of your day with him.

Which brings you back to today’s case. You were going to their place, Jia not being home again and you wondered why you had put so much effort just to meet him, knowing that you’ll look absolutely smashed once he’ll be done with you.

That wasn’t the case though. He had pulled you in with a smile, not forgetting to kiss you right on your mouth. It felt domestic, and you hated how your knees felt weak at his gestures, you didn’t know that his own heartbeat was faster than usual when he asked if you would play video games with him, even more so once you agreed.

“You’re so bad at this,” you laughed, getting the hang of the game.

“No! I’m just being nice and letting you win here,” he argued.

He was simply bad at it.

Just then, you won again with a celebratory sign showing on the television screen and you jumped up, genuinely smiling and wrapping his arms around him, only for him to hug you back tighter, his hand on your waist pulling you close, increasing the proximity.

You stilled, breaking the hug but his hand didn’t move an inch, keeping you in place. He called out your name in a whisper, giving you goosebumps.

“Yes?” You softly asked back.

“You’re so pretty,” he spoke in that very tone which had your heart racing, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

You didn’t say anything, already conflicted at the realization that you liked him. Further, you were taken aback with his next words.

“I’ve always thought you were so pretty from far, but once I came closer and saw you in a more intimate manner, I knew I was fucked,” he confessed softly.

“Wait, what do you mean?” You asked with wide eyes.

He chuckled, capturing your lips in an impatient kiss, his hand cupping your cheek lightly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting him to be closer than ever, lips moving in sync with his as he deepened the kiss.

The door opened that very second, revealing Jia with widened eyes and a clenched fist.

You stepped back in a frenzy, shaking your head as you walked towards her. Jake rolled his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek before looking away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” She screamed.

“Jia, I can explain—��

She scoffed. “No. You can’t. It’s so low of you to go behind my back to fuck my brother.”

Your eyes widened at her sentence, guilt filling up your body. Despite that, you decided to stay mum and not call her out for fucking Jake’s best friend.

“Just listen to me once,” you begged.

“Leave.” Her words were final.

Your shoulders slumped, and you made your way out despite Jake calling out your name desperately, tears welling up in your eyes. Midway down the stairs, you remembered how you left your phone back in his room, walking back to get it.

“Shut up!” You heard Jake scream once you stood outside the room, you had never heard him scream before.

“So you think I don’t know that you’ve been fucking my best friend all along? Guess what? I don’t fucking care. Do what you have to and let me do what I have to.”

“H—how did you know?” Your friend asked him and you felt bad for causing an argument between the twins.

“I saw you the other day,” he sighed, voice getting lower as he spoke the next words, “why would you do this, Jia? I’ve liked her for so long, this was my chance to be with her and you ruined it.” You heard him speak.

You covered your mouth with your hand at the confession. You didn’t like to evesdrop, but you couldn’t help it either, your cheeks heating up as you heard him speak more.

“No. Actually, like won’t be the correct word here. I’m in love with her,” he told Jia.

You couldn’t stay anymore, leaving your phone there as you quickly rushed down to leave. You didn’t want to leave Jake, not when you felt the same way for him. Crying in your room was the best option for you at the given moment, you didn’t regret being with Jake and also wished for your time together to have been longer, you held yourself for an hour as you cried.

A sudden doorbell made you rush down the stairs and you found Jake standing there with a guilty faced Jia. He saw your crying state and engulfed you in a hug, which only made you cry further into his neck, he held you for a few minutes before you broke the hug and looked at Jia, tears streaming down her face.

“Y/n,” she called out weakly, “I’m sorry.”

You looked at Jake and he nodded before you both pulled each other in a hug. She constantly kept apologizing and you stayed quiet, not knowing how to handle the situation.

“I know I’ve been a hypocrite, I’m so fucking sorry to you both,” she looked down, “Jake is right, you two should be together,” she smiled at you.

“Jia, it’s okay. It must have been shocking for you, I understand and I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Your words made her cry more.

Jake held your hand through it all, letting you know that it’ll soon be okay for everyone.

That night, Jake decided to stay with you as you held on to him dearly. Also staring at him with heart eyes which made him laugh and look away, a faint blush on his face.

“You okay now?” He softly asked, and you nodded.

“Jake,” you licked your lips before looking him in the eye, “I heard you earlier.”

“What?” He looked at you, scared that he’ll be rejected.

“I swear I wasn’t trying to listen to you guys, I needed my phone which I left in your room!” You explained.

“Oh,” he bit his lip, “I understand if you don’t want—”

“I love you.” Your words made him look up with wide eyes.

“Princess—”

“I really do,” you gulped, cupping his face, “I want us to be together.”

He smiled, eyes watering as he pulled you in a deep kiss.

“I love you,” he spoke against your lips, you both smiling, “Y/n?” He called out your name and you hummed, “let me make love to you.”

Your breath hitched at his words, you rubbed your nose with his before nodding and kissing him with a smile on your face.

He looked at you with the most gentle expression, helping you get out of your clothes while kissing every inch of your body. His full attention on you, his eyes fixated on your face as he memorized each of your expressions while he touched your wetness slowly, your fingers digging on his shoulders as he stretched your pussy out with his two digits.

You called out his name with need, and he only kissed you more, his lips soft against yours as his hands caressed your breasts. He quickly separated for a second which caused you to whine, him gathering his precum on his thumb before pumping his cock a few times, positioning himself on your entrance.

Jake thrusted in, placing kisses on your clavicle as he intertwined your fingers, he reached the deepest spots in you, the ones which no one had reached before and you were on cloud nine. His thrusts were perfectly angled, sharp and hit your g-spot — turning you into a moaning mess in his hold.

His hair matted against your forehead made him look even prettier and he saw you staring at him, pulling you into a kiss as he thrusted in harder.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess,” he groaned.

“Like what?” You asked, breathless.

“Like I’m your whole world,” he said and you looked away while he laughed in the crook of your neck.

He rested his forehead against yours when you were close, your mouth opening to tell him something at the same time as his mouth opened.

“I love you,” you both spoke together, reaching your climax together before you smiled, kissing each other deeply.

“You are my whole world,” you spoke up and he shook his head with yet another smile, pulling you on his lap before hugging you closer.

You had never felt happier and were so grateful for the text Jake had sent to you that day, which made you realize one thing that —

Love was the prettiest thing you could ever feel.

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driflew · 2 years

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beholden outlines and notes

i got a review on beholden yesterday who pointed out its been, yknow, well over a year since i updated the fic. obviously those of you following me here know ive been writing other stuff, and so it shouldn't come as a surprise that im not rlly planning to go back to working on it

why? other than getting into another fandom, i honestly just wasnt really happy w how the fic was turning out. i loved s1, but s2 i just wasnt liking as much. and as much as i was excited for how s2 (and the fic in general) would have ended, i just couldnt get myself to keep working and Get there. besides that, i started beholden on quarantine, and when class/work started up, i simply didnt have the time to write so much. beholden was already 70k. to finish would have probs doubled the length, and that's not time i could dedicate

as such, ive decided to post my outlines/notes for what the rest of beholden Would have been if id ever gotten to finishing it. this is, i guess, my final sendoff for beholden. here's every doc / outline i had guiding my writing of this fic

ill say in advance this fic was a mix of plotting and pantsing, so not everything in the outline is completely fleshed out. but the main beats are there, esp in scenes i was more confident about

...these also weren't meant to be viewed by anyone but me, so they might be sort of confusing/under-explained. il add a bit of commentary/context when i can

first, here's my detail on how the rest of season two would have gone:

NOV 3: Jordan Kennedy statement

toll his Knowing and rereading old statements

talk about Peter! self-isolation as a way to

1. Ready himself and his friends for his death, by not being too deeply attached,

2. Keep peter and elias’s attention on him rather than his assistants,

3. Get peter to agree to yeet any threats into the Lonely, to keep his marks low

Dust to Dust. michael shelley is there. implies jon might have known abt the tapes all along and they could very well be the secret??

does this implicate michael in gertrude’s murder

Tim and Martin have an argument at flat while the three of them are listening to tapes.

Jon has been guiding, but Tim worries he may be guiding Away from the truth (paranoid)

Martin worries Tim is so focused on finding Jon’s secret he’s getting distant from Jon.

They’ve been listening to tapes at Martin and Tim’s whenever possible.

martin’s tired of it! hes doing work at home basically, and tim’s kind of erratic now that hes got the idea in his head jon might be a monster. it worries martin too but he knows that even w the shit jon pulls he IS their friend

sasha’s gonna have. Thoughts abt the Michael thing as well, given Michael and Jon clearly have some kind of shared past / understanding

something something… Michael talks about a shared past, Jon about reverting the Change… they both worked with Gertrude…… Gertrude and Jon reverting “the Change”??

but what the fuck is the Change? what “changed”??? why did they need to undo it? why do only they remember it? do they need to prevent it from “changing” again?

could she talk to Michael?

WHERE DID THIS PLOT COME FROM

Group intervention,

Martin trying to make them stop being so suspicious of each other. Gearing up for the “if we were all happy would that be so bad” bit

DEC 1: Daisy drops by in place of Basira to give a statement / talk to tim. Jon half avoids this one bc 1, not feeding on a friend, 2, daisy will Kill him if hes noticeably not human (esp since she figured it out thru him changing in her dreams last time)

asks Tim about the nathaniel thorp statement. she wants to see it.

looked back into the guy. he wasn’t named nathaniel thorp, but its been a long time. she’s not about to rule out a fake name

JAN 7: Tessa Winters

WHAT HAPPENED IN CANON:

tim and jon argue

martin tells jon to fix shit w tim

not them encounter in the tunnels

talk to elias

JAN 25: Caroline Gorka

Jon takes this one. hungry

jons on his isolation arc

FEB 11: Maxwell Rainer raid

Feb13: Melanie statement 2

Tim bumps into in the library while researching and asks her abt what she’s been researching. she talks abt the notThem, and the table, and the statements Jon has given her copies of. Tim frowns and tell her that they know where the table is, it’s here, why would Jon lie about that… unless…? they decide fuck the library and fuck work and just leave

they do some research into jon’s past. Tim, Melanie, and Georgie go thru Georgie’s old pictures, but she doesnt have any (messy breakup… she got rid of most of it). talk abt the sudden personality change, etc.

Tim decides that he must have changed. they talk abt how there’s usually someone who can see the difference, and Tim decides that since it isn’t any of them, it must be someone else in the institute. he asks around about what people think Jonathan Sims looks like, and “rosie” pauses before describing a complete stranger. tall, close-cropped hair, broad shoulders. and then this strange short man came in and she assumed they must have fired Sims, since he really wasn’t qualified, and hired some other Jon…

and that’s it. that must be. jon’s dead and this thing replaced him.

Feb 16: axe to table

Tim calls Daisy, since she has experience killing these things. Melanie and Georgie decide to help—Melanie bc she was researching them, and Georgie bc that was her friend. Basira tags along too. Tim tells Martin and Sasha that they should come w him (without explaining), and to not tell Jon. rosie is more than happy to let them thru to artifact storage.

they all go, Tim explains that Jon is NOT Jon, and he’s going to prove it. then he turns around and puts an axe through the table

Jon shows up and is like. rosie wouldn’t let me in please tell me you didnt break the table. and Tim is like its too late, you bastard Jon-killer!

chaos.

dunno how this bit goes BUT

shouting match in which they both talk abt rosie, and Martin realizes that rosie has been replaced

daisy attacks Jon and he panics, sending her to the Lonely as per the deal w Lukas. thats a problem! but also this fic equivalent of the buried

notRosie attacks, and the rest of them escape. idk how. Jon gets them to the tunnels probably? barricades them in the archvies? they deal w notRosie somehow.

Jon has to come clean! its time t explain everything!

this might be a separate chapter. end on a cliffhanger and then in the new chapter Jon must explain….

new exposition dump chapter! here’s everything Jon has to explain (or not explain)

he is a time traveller, sort of, having sent his own memories back in time

he knew all of them (and daisy). all of them died. the world ended. he’s here to prevent it

probably toes the line between “it was my fault” and “im on your side.” yes he caused their deaths. no he doesnt want to cause them again. everything he’s done has been to stop those deaths from happening again.

explains he had to hide it because of Elias. probably explains how serious he is about this by explaining how he blinded himself to keep things from Elias and the Eye

…which leads him to explain shit like the Eye, the entities, the rituals, etc.

which is a great lead-in to the Unknowing!

stresses repeatedly that he’s being honest, he’s telling them a lot and he’s willing to admit everything, but keeps two things to himself: he and Martin dated, and he’s going to kill himself in the Unknowing

...and that would have been s2! i was really excited for the not-Jon thing, but never got to it.

anyway. i also had these two notes at the end of the doc as things to consider in my writing of jon's interactions with Sasha and Tim

“sasha is jon’s favorite, theyre probably comfortable with each other”

“jon’s got stronger memories / more memories of tim hating him than tim being his friend, thats gotta be weird for how he feels about tim”

speaking of Tim, i ALSO have a doc specifically for guiding tim's arc. sasha's arc was mostly me rolling with the punches and working with what i thought she might be able to figure out, but Tim i had the beats planned more directly

TIM PLOT OUTLINE

peter lukas props Isn't human, jon Is helping him

jon is doing other shady shit, helping michael (also not human)

jon is very pointedly guiding them towards the unknowing but not saying what he knows or why

research avatars and learn ppl can lose their humanity / become monsters.

combine melanie's info on ppl replaced, like the notThem

horrible conclusion: on either was human and isn't anymore, or really isn't jon. were they ever even friends with jon?

(worth noting: if Jon truly was replaced when his personality changed, then all their moments of being genuinely close came after that. the person he is close friends with is not Jon. its the thing that killed Jon. the realization he “never actually got to befriend Jon at all” is going to do weird things to his heart, im sure)

(remember the table? tim can compare notes having seen it w melanie, who has been looking into the notThem) (statement info plus it now being revealed

jon is hiding shit from melanie as well) maybe have georgie in here looking for polaroid images or tape recordings of jon from college, which she can't find. no way to confirm he is who he's supposed to be

basira and daisy.…... basira can tell tim and sasha she's sectioned and that daisy believes Jon isn't human

AS FOR THE REST OF THE FIC...

when i started writing beholden, i plotted out the entire fic. i did s1 in detail, and s2 and three in... not a lot of detail. when i started s2, i made a new doc and more detailed outline, which is what i showed above. as i never got to s3, the s3 outline is... not super in-depth. had i made it to s3, i would have fleshed it out more, but alas. anyway, here's what i had:

Everyone knows MOSTLY whats up.

There needs to be trust building! rights for jonmartin?

Jon plans to kill Elias after the Unknowing. Hes barely human, his friends are okay, and if they destroy the institute after his death, there shouldnt be any danger. In getting htem to trust him he accidentally forgets this means theyll be attached to him and wont Want him to die

elias now has to go on the offensive to get jon marked. Entities jon needs to be marked by still: buried, dark, desolation, end, flesh, hunt, lonely, slaughter, stranger, vast

At some point in this season, they have to find out what Jon’s real plan is

FEB 17: starts. Does anything need to go here? Jon isnt on the lam. I guess re-bonding. Since most of them thought he was guilty of murder. Less “heres the past i remember” and more direct talk on his actual plan (but vague on how he plans to do the actual killing). can explain that hes not any more human than elias is. Also that they cant just Kill Elias or else it will kill all of them, but jon has a plan (that he cant tell the others, bc elias can read minds! Thats def why he cant tell them the plan)

APRIL 24: jude perry. If Jon wont go to her, Elias probably needs to bring her to Jon… oof. I think Tim is gonna get hurt by the desolation.

Im putting the confrontation w elias here. Elias probably Knows what Jon is planning (or at least that hes planning to kill Jon, but not how) and Jon demands to know why the others are hurt. Learns Elias doesn need jon alive or to be The Archivist, it can be anyone, and elias isnt afraid to get a second one if he has to

APRIL 28: mike crew

...probably Simon this time, since Elias i think could get him to visit the MI anyway

Also I want to vaporize simon fairchild

Which i guess means jon avatar moments, which i want/need anyway

Unknown date: jon gets kidnapped by the stranger. Helen kills Michael simply bc i like Helen more. i will find real justification for this by the time i get here, probably

Coming back from being kidnapped is rough for jon bc he hasnt Known in a while or relied on his powers too much but, uh, hes starving

Assistants helping jon manage his inhumanity, which is uh… a tense issue, im sure. But theyre more sympathetic bc they like him more and also he did give up his humanity for them. having several anchors will make it all easier to manage

JUNE 29: is in the USA, is kidnapped by Trevor and Julia. Probably gets a Hunt injury here, since hes clearly not human,

I think the fact jon had to leave the country to do this alone for some reason right now while theyre preparing for the unknowing stuff raises questions. Why cant this wait until after elias is dead??

before the unknowing, Jon records a tape explaining that killing the archivist means everyone else will be freed from the institute, to be listened to after he kills himself in the unknowing. He lists elias’s weakness of being in the panopticon, mentions leitner in the tunnels may be able to lead them. its a goodbye tape, saying sorry for lying about this last thing, and this is sort of his penance for killing them and the world. he can die instead this time, satisfied with saving the rest of them and confident they can finish out the rest of saving the world now that hes helped them survive and given them the tools to take down Elias. fic equivalent of testament, i guess?

AUG 6: plant explosives at the wax museum. They dont actually have to detonate during the unknowing, since the ritual would fail anyway, so? They can probs just blow it up right before while the circus is in the building getting ready, without getting Strange

I think same crew as canon go. Since theyre not waiting for the actual event or anything and are going beforehand, these were the ppl who knew how to set up the bomb and all

Jon plans to tell them he’s on the other side of the building, watching for anything that might come out and escape to kill it. He’ll text tim when hes there and tell tim to detonate. (

Jon actually plans to go inside, sit down w a bomb, and tell tim to detonate w him inside. So he’ll die and they’ll be free to kill elias

(he still wants to give Tim the option to get revenge on the circus, and sort of Still feels like. yknow, if Tim detonated it on him once, it'll be fine to do it again)

(will be fun to have Tim and Jon talk afterwards abt how Tim feels about Jon planning to use Tim to kill himself)

Sasha listens to the tape Jon left, figures out its jon’s suicide note, and calls tim immediately to stop him from detonating. She doesnt listen to the whole thing, just like. enough to hear the tone of jon's voice and Realize. Tim and Basira go in to stop/help Jon

and thats season 3! as i said, not particularly fleshed out. it def needed a lot of work, and besides, i wanted to flesh it out more when i had written more of s1 and s2, since i think its easier to do once you know what's actually on your page. but. didnt happen, clearly.

...you might be looking at these bullets and thinking "wait, wasnt there a bullet point about sending daisy into the lonely at the end of s2? where did that plot go?" and the answer is: it didnt exist when i started plotting the fic, but it was added later. i hadn't yet fleshed it out fully, but it would have worked similarly to pulling daisy out of the buried. i hadn't yet decided when to pull her out or whether the person o do so would be Jon or Basira. Jon would have gone and had a similar moment as the coffin where they bonded over losing their humanity, while Basira it would have been similar to the s5 plot line in which Basira had to take a long hard look at the stuff she allowed daisy to pull (since, yknow, you need to See someone to find them in the Lonely). i hadn't got far enough to figure out the details, tho, but figuring out what to do with daisy was something i found... particularly tricky, considering her character

ANYWAY. in addition to all this, i had, uh, a whopping THREE bullet points for "season four," which was basically rolled into arc three

They need a new plan to kill elias and i have no fucking idea what that plan is

Nvm. gertrude was gonna blow up the institute so thats what jon will do. Hes strong enough to survive and everyone else will be able to w the institute gone

...burn employment contracts? So they dont all die?

...that was all.

another thing i had decided (but not written down) while working on s2, however, that i didnt want to do "season four" and that i wanted to end at the unknowing. my plan was that id figure out what to do when i got closer to the end and had more information on what had transpired in fic. i think my vague plan was essentially "once they find out Jon was going to sacrifice himself they make him Not and do some shit to take the Institute down in that moment, based in the idea of destroying the institute."

one thing i wanted to do what play around with the fact the eye canonically favors Jon over Elias/Jonag and the fact that the lives of the assistants are tied to Jon, and see about burning the institute to weaken jonah further. if Jon was more powerful/favored, perhaps he could supercede jonah's power and thus, when jonah died, the lives of the institute employees could be tied to Jon instead? or something? i wasnt sure, esp w Jon being less favorable/weaker in this fic than canon.

the ending bit i was excited for was the unknowing, and everything that came after was just sort of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

.....well! that's everything, i think! not all the way polished, but these were the ideas i had for how beholden would have gone. i also had two scenes half-written for the next chapter, and a random scene of flashbacks written on how the original cast died (written before daisy died in canon). i might post that as well, like, later

if you've read this far, thanks for still being interested in beholden! i cant express enough how grateful i am for all the support i received on this fic, including the fact that im receiving comments on it even now. it was a lot of fun to work on, even if i dont plan on finishing it. i hope seeing my notes, however patchy, helps you get a bit of closure on how this fic would have gone!

and, finally, if you'll allow me to be a bit silly: i love you, Beholden. sorry for never getting around to wrapping you up, but im so proud of you and grateful to you for existing. youre the most writing ive ever done in a single piece, and im thrilled to have you to show for how much i can get done if i really put my mind to it

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sodadrabbles · 3 years

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hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth.

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

---

The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine.

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back.

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team.

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

#mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo x y/n #request #anon #cc!ranboo x reader #cc!ranboo x you #cc!ranboo x y/n

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charmspoint · 2 years

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I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THINGS LIKE THIS TO SUBMIT TO YOU YASSS

3 12 15 19 23 (cautiously avoids 18)

I love reading the Lucy Rambles™ ok?

jk do 18 too (pls ily)

Frappe loves reading my rambles >:3 I love rambling >:3 win win situation <3<3<3<3

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year?

The hardest at the beginning yas. I have such a terrible memory for lines and stuff hgvhh uhhh first thing that comes to mind is one I didn't post yet from Satoru's prequel that is impossible to explain without giving away like...the plot...just know it's sad and I like Toji in it, that's it.

More concretely I really liked writing the fluff scene in Cannibalization of the Apex ch 6, where Satoru puts so much effort into changing into something more palatable and then Suguru slowly leads him back from it, leads him back to the form that's most natural to him because he is his Satoru and he loves him just the way he is. The boys really deserved a break and it was nice to write something that was just unapologetically soft and fluffy for a fic that up until that moment had been nothing but pain.

12. favorite character to write about this year?

Should come as no surprise at all

Been brain worming about this mans whole fucking year and I'm not nearly done, please send help.

15. something you learned this year?

I FEEL LIKE I LEARNED A LOT THIS YEAR

I'd gotten comfy with outlining, I became able to write LONG STUFF (Rip), I've gotten good tips on fight scenes and general grammar stuff from my beta, I've even gotten some good tips on sex scenes lol. I've figured out how to edit my work better, how to recognize when a scene needs to be cut or reworded instead of stubbornly trying to make it work, just a lot of little things that I think will make my writing smoother in long term. Before last year I've been struggling with writing quite a bit and then by the end of it I've gotten to writing regularly once again. And a lot of my work then felt very...clumsy and unpolished and just...just gurgling out the trash you know? N I feel like this year has been me getting back to pace, flexing and stretching and figuring out all the ways in which I can move now. I'm really excited for the next year, I hope with all the things I learned this year my quality gets even better >:3

18. current number of wips?

The joke is on you because like yesterday I went and cleared out my wip folder and put everything I don't intend to work on any time soon in my hiatus folder (where my bnha fics went to rot) so as of now I have only 5 wips uwu

Recently I finished up some event stuff so that got sorted out and talentless nana readers should be happy to know assigned lesbian is still in wip folder i just...need to get kicked or something...im so sorry talentless nana fandom...

This of course doesn't count all the gang au fics gathering ideas or your request which is in a pickle jar in the back of my brain but yes uwu i got organized and cleaned everything up so I can prioritize better, new year new me.

19. any new fics to start next year?

Well today I'll be posting the fic I did for jjk exchange so there's that :3. But it's not like a pairing I usually write for so hjbjhvhj.

Next year should take a while to get started, currently I'm most intensely working on my stsg winter exchange piece (reveal early february) and then Satoru's gang au prequel which is nearing end but will take a LOT of editing so it's hard to predict when it will be out. BUT when I'm done with my exchange piece I'm planning to finally slot in dad Gojo for writing and while with Gang au I'm going to wait till I have everything written and edited (and illustrated ;3) to post, dad gojo will follow the same schedule as curse au aka 'a chapter is out as soon as it's done' so either that or my exchange piece is coming out first,

You know, unless I get inspo for a random one shot before that which is always possible.

I feel like 2022 will be a year of long term things >.< I hope the extra wait will be worth it!

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t?

Opens my hiatus folder

I think my circus AU and 7 days are the most prominent ones I thought of this year but didn't have the time for, but I think I tend to be pretty realistic about when I'll get something out so I've always expected those to take a bit longer and stretch out of this year.

7 days double especially for this because while for circus au I had a concept but knew I wouldn't get to it, I've actually started writing 7 days and I just...mmmm I think I could do better with it so I'm saving my strength for it. I think it could be really good if I give it the right attention so...no rushin.

I might use it when stsg big bang rolls around who knows >:3

Thank you for the ask ily v much <3<3<3<3

End of the year ask game

#ask game #evaizelsilence #me and frappe just be enabling each others rants

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rmtndew · 4 years

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All I’ve Ever Known ~ Chapter 4

Summary: Fiona’s life is a shattered fraction of what it used to be. She’s trying to navigate her new normal when she meets Detective Marshall, who gives her something more to look forward to.

Pairing: Marshall and OFC.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.

A/N - This was intended as a short drabble but it got out of hand and became a multi-chapter story instead. It’s my first Marshall fic and the first fan fic that I’ve written in over a decade. The title comes from the song ‘All I’ve Ever Known’ from Hadestown: ‘I was alone so long, I didn’t even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn’t even know that I was cold. Turned my collar to the wind, this is how it’s always been. All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you, too.’

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

I woke the next morning ten minutes before my alarm went off. At first I couldn’t figure out why and tried burrowing back into my warm bed to get my last few minutes of sleep back, but then my phone alerted me to a new text and I realized that’s what had woken me up. I sighed. I knew it was Darcy. Sometimes she woke up early with big ideas for her store and texted them to me, asking my opinion. She met me when I was working in interior design and any time she entertained the idea of having a dine in section, she’d send me pictures of what she wanted and ask how feasible it would be. Most of the time they were way too grand to fit into her pre-existing building. Other times she’d talk about a small coffee shop to encourage more people to come in and pick up their own orders and cut back on our deliveries. But I couldn’t see how renovating a portion of the store, buying new equipment and hiring extra employees to run a coffee shop would lower costs just by maybe cutting back on some deliveries.

I was planning on ignoring the text until after I’d actually gotten up, but when another came through I knew it was best to just go ahead and nip it in the bud before she sent me an entire magazine’s worth of photos. But when I hit the home button on my phone I saw that the texts hadn’t come from Darcy. I had to squint against the brightness of the screen to make sure I saw the name right. Marshall.

I sat up and turned on my lamp, then looked at my phone again, reading the texts from their previews.

Hey, it’s Marshall. I had a great time yesterday. Sorry I was falling asleep on you. Can I make it up to you this weekend?

Sorry. You’re probably sleeping. It might take more than coffee to make it up to you now. Dinner?

I suddenly felt wide awake and was no longer irritated by my few minutes of missed sleep. I would have gladly given up several hours for those texts. I decided not to reply to them right then, though. I wanted to make sure I’d had enough coffee to formulate a comprehensible reply and not look like I was drunk texting him, which I had a history of. My conversations with Darcy at five in the morning were proof of that.

I got up and went about my morning routine like usual, trying not to wake Mom. When I made my way downstairs, I poured a cup of coffee and sat at the table. I sipped it, thinking about what to say to Marshall. I wrote and rewrote the text half a dozen times before finally having something I felt okay with, then I sent it.

Hey Marshall. I had a great time, too. You don’t have to make up for anything but I’d still like to have dinner with you. What day did you have in mind?

My heart was thudding from nerves and excitement. I was so focused on trying to calm myself down that I almost didn’t hear Mom when she walked in.

“Morning, sweetie,” she said, grabbing a coffee cup.

“Good morning,” I replied, then jumped slightly as my phone vibrated on the table. I tried not to look too enthusiastic as I grabbed it.

Does Saturday work for you?

“Darcy again?” Mom asked, pouring coffee for herself.

“Um...no, actually.” I tried biting back a smile but it didn’t work. “It’s Marshall.”

Her eyes went wide and she smiled back. “He’s writing to you at six in the morning?”

“He actually wrote me earlier. He asked if I wanted to have dinner with him Saturday.”

She sat down at the table beside me. “What did you tell him?”

“I haven’t replied yet. I don’t want him to think I’m just waiting by the phone for him.”

She looked at the phone in my hand. “Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing, though?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t have to know it.”

She laughed then blew on her coffee. “I’m glad this whole texting business wasn’t around when I was dating your father.”

“Even if it was, you’re a lot more forward than I am. You wouldn’t have had a single issue with texting Dad first, or answering him right away,” I said. My phone made another sound, reminding me of my unread text and I finally opened it, then replied.

Saturday is perfect. What time would you like to meet?

“Well, there was only room enough for one coy person in our relationship and Rodger called that role,” Mom said after I put my phone down.

I laughed. “I don’t think ‘coy’ was the right word for Dad. I think socially awkward was more appropriate.”

“He was too smart to be a social butterfly, too. He had to have a couple of flaws.”

“He couldn’t set the timer for the coffee pot, no matter how many times I showed him, and he thought that the Sharknado movies were amazing. He had his flaws,” I joked.

“This coffee pot is confusing.”

“He was an engineer!”

My phone buzzed in my hand and that time I didn’t wait to open the text. I read it right away.

Would you let me pick you up instead? Around six?

“Well, what does he say?” Mom asked.

“He wants to pick me up instead of me meeting him.”

“Are you going to let him?”

I looked at her and she was smiling at me. I shook my head at her, laughing again. “You want him to come here so that you can see him, don’t you?”

She shrugged. “You keep talking about how handsome he is.”

“He is handsome. And it’s an awfully gentlemanly thing to do…” I bit my lip for a moment, pretending to think it over.

“Just tell him yes. We both know you’re going to.”

I gave another laugh. “Fine.”

I would like that, thank you. And I’m curious, what does Detective Marshall eat when he’s not eating a cuban sandwich and plain chips?

I put my phone on the table. “What are your plans for today?” I asked, then took a sip of my coffee.

She gave me a cheeky grin. “Changing the subject.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not changing the subject. I’m asking what my mother is going to be doing while I’m out earning the bread for this family,” I joked.

She snorted. “You don’t earn the bread, Fi, you just bake it.” She nodded at my arm. “And burn yourself in the process.”

“That’s the first time I’ve burnt myself in a year and a half. I’d say that’s a pretty good record.”

“That’s true,” she said. “And if you must know, I was thinking of going down to Valley and talking to Georgia about starting music lessons again after the new year. I think by then I’ll have recovered enough to be able to teach at least a few days a week.”

“You’re going to put yourself around snot nosed kids in the dead of flu season?” I asked dryly.

“I’ll be teaching teenagers, not little kids, and I’ll wear a mask,” she said. “I’ll make sure to clean everything between students and have them use hand sanitizer when they come in. I’m not going to be immunocompromised forever, and I’m not going to live in a bubble until then, either.” She gave me a smirk. “Besides, I can’t let you be the only one that earns the bread around here.”

I laughed at her but it was cut short when my phone buzzed again.

Stuff that’s probably not very good for him. Like Italian. How does that sound?

Just when I thought I couldn’t be any more attracted to him, he confessed to liking my favorite type of food. I couldn’t stop my train of thought that went to me one day making an Italian dinner for him as a date. But my mind’s eye set up the imaginary dinner in my old apartment and I knew that would never happen. I let that thought go and took a deep breath, trying to focus my attention on the present moment.

That sounds great. I love Italian food.

I sent it and sat back in my seat. I tried not to let my mind wander too far down the road with Marshall. I’d been on a lot of first dates in my life with guys that I’d thought were great who turned out to be jerks and I knew what that disappointment felt like. And even though I couldn’t imagine Marshall disappointing me in the same way they had - he’d proven at our coffee date that he was far more respectful, even while he was tired - I wanted to remind myself that I needed to take things one step at a time.

Perfect. I’ll see you Saturday at six, then.

I must have looked pretty gooey eyed over the whole thing because Mom reached out and touched my wrist gently. When I looked at her, the teasing tone was gone from her face and she was smiling at me. “I’m happy for you, sweetie. I really am.”

I was a ball of nerves all Saturday morning and afternoon. More than I’d ever been on the day of a first date. But nothing with Marshall fell into my ‘usual’ category. There was something about him that made him different from any other man I’d gone out with. And maybe that was it: He was a man. Not some boy masquerading as one. He was quiet, and fierce, and protective. He thought before he spoke. And even when delivering a threat - like he had to that creep in the bar - he’d done it calmly and with authority. He exuded confidence, not cockiness, and there was honestly nothing more attractive than that.

I was nearly ready, just zipping up my boots, when I heard a crash downstairs. I rushed down and found Mom in the kitchen, trying to pick up the broken pieces of one of her giant coffee mugs.

“I’m - I’m not sure what happened,” she said. “I just lost my grip.”

“It’s okay.” I took a step towards her, trying to avoid the pile of porcelain. “Let me clean it up.”

“I can do it,” she said, sounding flustered.

“I know you can but you’re in socks and I’m wearing boots.”

She stood her ground for a moment, then finally sighed and relented, taking a step back. “Okay. I’ll get you the broom.”

“It’s fine. I’ll get it. Just watch your step.”

I went to grab the broom as she threw away the large chunks of her broken cup that she’d been able to pick up with her hands. I could tell she was frustrated.

“You know, if you didn’t like that mug, you could have just gotten rid of it, you didn’t have to break it,” I joked, taking the broom and dustpan from the broom closet. “Or were you afraid I wouldn’t take the hint and buy you another one if I thought it just went missing?”

She gave a small laugh but I could tell she was still embarrassed. “I actually liked that coffee mug a lot.”

“I’ll get you a new one.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can -”

The doorbell rang and she stopped mid-sentence. We both froze, my eyes flicking to the clock on the stove. It was 5:53. Marshall was early. After a moment, Mom took a step towards me, holding out her hand to take the broom from me. I shook my head.

“You’re wearing socks,” I reminded her. “I don’t want you to cut your foot.”

Her eyes grew wide. “So you’re going to clean up after me while I go meet your date?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She brushed her hand over her barely there hair, trying to collect herself, then let out a breath. “Okay, I’ll go let him in.”

“Don’t be too charming. He might have a thing for cougars and I don’t want to have to fight my mom for a guy.”

She smiled for real, the embarrassment of having her daughter clean up after her letting go enough that it was no longer plainly visible. “No promises,” she joked, then left the kitchen to answer the door.

It didn’t take long to clean up. Even though the cup had shattered pretty good, its bright white color stood out against the dark wood of the floor, making even the tiniest pieces easy to see. After making sure I’d cleaned it all up, I threw away the pieces and put up the broom and dustpan, then went to find Mom and Marshall.

They were standing in the entryway. Mom was saying something about teaching at Valley and Marshall stood in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back, and a look of sincere focus on his face as she spoke. Mom was a small woman but next to him, she looked comically tiny.

I paused for a moment, taking him in. His hair looked a bit more controlled than any other time I’d seen him, his curls tighter and not quite as messy. His beard looked like it had been trimmed, giving it a purposeful look instead of the ‘I’m too busy to shave’ vibe that I’d gotten from him previously. He wore a thick blue sweater that made the color of his eyes pop when they drifted over to me. It was brief, maybe less than a second, before concentrating on Mom again. But he had a slight smile and it was enough for her to notice. She turned and looked at me.

“There she is. I guess I’ll stop talking your ear off and let you two go,” she said.

Marshall smiled at her, then at me, bigger that time. “I didn’t realize I was early. I apologize.”

“No, don’t. You’re fine,” I said, moving to grab my coat. “I’m ready, I was just cleaning up a broken cup. I’m basically like Cinderella around here.”

Mom snorted. “Hardly. Cinderella was made to do chores. You’re the one who won’t let me lift a finger,” she said. “Besides, I think she sang while she worked.”

I raised my eyebrow at her as I put my coat on. “Do you want me to sing?”

She shook her head. “No. No one wants that, sweetie,” she said, making Marshall laugh. She looked at him. “Fi spent a good portion of her teenage years screaming along to music in her room. I didn’t even know you could make ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’ sound angry until she proved otherwise. Needless to say, her father and I encouraged her other interests a bit more enthusiastically.”

I grabbed my purse. “I should have let you clean up your own mess and answered the door myself,” I joked before kissing the top of her head. “Bye, Mom.”

Marshall smiled again. “It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Sparks.”

“Likewise, Detective Marshall. You two have fun.”

We left the house and after a few steps down the walkway, he jabbed his thumb back at the door. “She’s funny.”

“She can be,” I agreed. “She’s a spitfire, though, that’s for sure.”

“I like it.”

“Yeah, I like it, too.”

We walked to his truck and he opened the door for me. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he said as I got in.

I felt myself blush instantly, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, closing the door for me.

We’d only made it to the driveway and my stomach was already doing somersaults. He made me feel like a teenage girl, all giddy and excited, and I loved it.

He went around the front of the truck, then climbed in the driver’s side. I tried to sneak a look at him while he was putting on his seat belt but he caught me. He smiled as I snapped my head straight ahead.

“Sorry, I just, I was…” I tried to think of an excuse but I couldn’t think of anything that didn’t sound lame. I let out a sigh. “I was checking you out,” I admitted. “I can’t lie. There’s no point. Sorry.”

“That’s the least offensive thing a woman has ever apologized to me for,” he said with a laugh, starting the truck. He leaned forward enough to catch my eye, making me instinctively turn my head towards him. He grinned. “Did you see anything you like?”

My blush deepened and I couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Maybe.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, that is a nice sweater.”

“Oh, so you were checking out my jumper?”

I shrugged. “It brings out your eyes.”

“Does it now?”

“It does. And you have very lovely eyes.”

“Thank you,” he said. “But my daughter bought the jumper, so I can’t take credit for it.”

“She did a good job,” I said, forcing my eyes to look up front as we pulled out of the driveway. Even though I’d already admitted to checking him out, there was a difference between looking and leering and I didn’t want to come off as creepy. “I take it that this wasn’t your weekend to have her?”

“It was supposed to be but she was invited to a Halloween party with some of her friends so she asked to do that instead. She’ll be with me tomorrow.”

“What did she dress as? For the party.”

“A cowgirl.”

“Does she ride horses or did she just like the costume?”

“No, she rides. She took lessons when she was a bit younger. And she and I go riding some weekends.”

“So you’re Detective Marshall during the week and cowboy Marshall on the weekends? Does that ever cross over? Do they have mounted police in the homicide unit?”

He shook his head as he laughed. “No, not that I’m aware of.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Is it now?” he asked, and his tone made me blush all over again.

“I’m actually not going to answer that. I’m going to wait until we get a little further from my house to fully embarrass myself so that when you fake an emergency to get rid of me, my ego doesn’t get too crushed.”

“Do you really think I’d do that?”

“I hope not, but I’ve been excited about having dinner with you, so I’m going to try not to mess it up.”

“I think you’d have to try pretty hard to mess it up,” he said as we stopped at the end of my street. He glanced at me. “And I’ve been excited about it, too.”

#Henry Cavill #Walter Marshall #Night Hunter #Nomis #All I've Ever Known #Walter Marshall fan fiction #Henry Cavill fan fiction #Night Hunter fan fiction #Walter Marshall/OFC #HenryCavillFanfic #WalterMarshallFanfic

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neo-shitty · 3 years

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toffee!

yeah same, i follow some fic accs that occaisionally post smut and its like mmmmm is the fluff writing enough to balance the posts that gives me finger burn trying to scroll past it? but yeah thats probably the way to go

ah i wasnt there for the teaser but i can imagine that was tantalising. lmaoo yes but to be fair i do have a writing acc called channiesbigheart so... balancing it out? but i absolutely am whipped beyond belief. it was a TRAVESTY how COULD they have. yeah the b sides gave him more lines but they werent the ones that were performed over and over at stages. yessss the line distribution in this album is impeccable, im pretty sure the thunderous stuff was some of their best distribution

hehe i can understand that, sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know? mmmm the differences are a bit nuts, it was 14 degrees today and in less than a week its going to be 32 or smth. BROOO that would be legendary, i bet theyd treat their artists rlly well and have great music as well ahhh but its a lot of work adn commitment. yES that is a mood if ever i heard one.

its the same in australia as well, sadly, you have people who hold up harry styles and lil nas x for breaking gender roles and wearing make up adn steryotypical womens clothing (and keep in mind i have infinite respect for both of them theyre honestly doing so much for the de-dehumanising of gay people and those who wear whatever they want), and calling the kpop boys gay and other things for doing the same thing, when theyve been doing it for years and gotten no recognition smh its so tragic. yes, anyway YES ONLY 6 MONTHS I AM FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES A BBY STAN altho i considered myself a fully fledged stay like 2 days after i got into them cos i just spent all day researching and fixating. YES someone said it. it feels like theyre losing a huge chunk of why a lot of people liked their music in teh first place, which was that whole dna, dope, fire mood. and even doing bright songs is fine, liek they should do what they want but i feel liek the western music industry is so fucking toxic that they feel pressured into making these decisions. dont get me wrong, theyre good decisions from a business perspective, theyre getting record breaking sales but still. mmm yeah honestly yg just needs to get its shit together or get out

oooh! not into nct but i see a lot of him, he seems rlly talented. ahh yes another channie ult lmaoo i feel that, my list is growing in leaps and bounds as well. mmm yeah i think i will, im just going to try to save enough money :) mingi appealed to me mostly for the voice (like felix smh what is it with me and deep voiced bois) but also his soft visuals and the whole cutesy thing he has going on i rlly liked. yes i did get into them while he was on hiatus, but im still mostly a casual stan, ill listen to the album when it comes out but i dont think ill obsessively look over everything to do with it, like skz. HAH WE'RE MORE SIMILAR THAN I THOUGHT. lmaooo the thot line describes them perfectly, why are they all so damn attractive. especially seonghwa, like that man looks like a character from a book, cardan greenbriar vibes anyone? mmhmm! his vocals are absolutely insane. ty! yeah im excited altho idk how theyre every going to beat border:carnival, that shit was impeccable. ahh no stress, enjoy teh groups you stan atm!

ahh thank you so much, ill keep that in mind. hehe thats good! hopefully its soon :( ah ty, it means a lot. ill think abt that and hopefully talk abt it a little more :)

ah, no it was inside our gymnasium but to get to the other side of the stage you had to exit the building, go around the back and then enter through the other stage door. ah tysm! im glad too. mmm same, they baffle me. ;n; noo so sad :( ahh, thats um not smth i put on here, but im in high school so make of that what you will :)

thank you! ive done a majority of them, i just have maths, an english presentation and an economic assignment due now so im pretty much home free. yeah i feel like hes the epitome of here for you while being inescapably far away. haha she sounds like one of my friends. lmaooo why is that me. hmmm i feel like youve answered a lot of them in that answer so maybe just ateez, enha, txt and bp? if you stan them? :)

ahhh no problem at all, proud of you for managing to overcome the procrastination! progress! mmm thats good! ahh pls do let me know if you ever decide that, i cant promise i wont cry but do what you gotta do :)

<3 w.a. 🐺

hi! sorry for the late reply, i didn't know how to construct sentences yesterday e.e

yeah sometimes it's the perfect balance! i personally don't like fics that focus mainly on the filth? the plot has to carry the whole fic somehow and the smut is just something to add to the mix. also, i'll follow you on your writing blog! i keep forgetting to do so, damn it.

"sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know?" putting it this way just silenced me but yes. angst just feels more realistic. it isn't always happy endings irl so i tend to do it a lot.

falling into skz is so easy! it felt like that for me too. stanning them felt like getting sucked into a blackhole. also yes i agree. kpop is nothing but an industry after all and it runs on money so i get why they do what they do as well.

i suggest we not talk about haechan because i will literally not shut up but yes my boy is an ace :( chan is also sooooo easy to love. and the chan's rooms just solidified his place as ult. having something to look forward to every week at a time when my mental health was just plummeting into the depths of tartarus just helped me be stable. oh yeah, mingi's deep voice is indeed sexc. and he has some wack ass duality as well! and i think seonghwa was one of the people i nearly considered as bias just because of his visuals because wow that's one beautiful face. and true, idk how enha's going to beat border:carnival. i don't like all the tracks simply bc of taste preferenceds but i like more than one so i consider that a lot already.

bro that gym should've had some sort of a covered walk :// also i miss being in high school sO DAMN MUCH. but i still feel like i am because time stopped when quarantine started and i was still in senior year at the time.

my ateez bias is wooyoung! it wasn't that much of a shocker to my kpop stan irls because i was a jimin stan for the longest time. enhypen is jake and they kept pointing out that he looked like seungmin sometimes so it's like chan's aussie-ness with a tinge of seungmin (the other guy in my skz bias line, in case i haven't mentioned it). txt is huening kai! i find it hard to believe that he's my age because he looks a lot younger? o.O and he always looks good damn :(( sigh for blackpink it's lisa! i tend to bias the maknaes of yg groups, it's a pattern i've noticed but don't intentionally do!

DON'T WASTE YOUR TEARS OMFG. you can always reach me elsewhere if i like disappear off this blog.

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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be-bi-do-crime · 3 years

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I’ve been really enjoying your sge au so far and absolutely love the dynamic you’ve created between Carmen and Julia in it! Im curious to know how their relationship progressed from their first meeting was it in a similar way to cannon or differently? Also how they eventually started dating and how they even managed a relationship between a never and an ever.

thank you so much anon!! honestly these two create the dynamic themselves, they’re such fun characters to write and make it so easy for me!! again, replies are under the cut!

i’d say they were “rivals/enemies” for the first week? julia was just super skeptical at first and thought she was stubborn, hotheaded and had a bad temper (not a poor assumption, considering carmen had her fingerglow lit in her face) and overall only tolerated her because of player. i’d say after carmen opens up about her father and how she just wants to learn more about her past, she starts to warm up a bit? she begins to understand carmen’s motivations and how her upbringing with the faculty made her the way she is.

carmen on the other hand thinks julia is too uptight and serious. she always tries to crack jokes and like, shapeshifts sometimes and singes some poor kid’s hair while hiding in the trees during their surviving fairy tales classes just to get her to laugh, but julia’s mostly unimpressed and tells her to pay attention.

“how you’re evil’s top student amazes me. are you sure it’s not nepotism?”

“how you’re highest ranked at good amazes me,” carmen scoffs back, dropping her shift and stealing some of julia’s berries they were forced to gather (to distinguish what’s edible and what’s not). “all you do is hang out in the library and ruin my plans.”

“i’d hardly call them plans. childish pranks at best, maybe. and so what if i spend most of my time at the library? at least i didn’t get ranked second during yesterday’s surviving fairy tales class because i messed up the wicked witch of the east and west.”

julia grabs a handful of berries from carmen’s basket and puts them back in hers, and continues along the forest path. carmen sputters and chases after her, yelling. “hey! that was a simple mistake!” (she was distracted staring at julia, trying to figure her out and definitely not because she looked pretty in good’s button up shirts, but she couldn’t just say that, could she?) “anyone would have gotten them mixed up!”

“right,” julia deadpans, not even looking at her. “i didn’t.”

anyway. they bicker a lot, and player unfortunately has to witness most of it. (zack and ivy usually spend lunch brewing potions or learning the borderline illegal spells that carmen wrote down for them.)

how they eventually started dating... hmm. i’m a sucker for angst and moments of realization like “oh my god please don’t die on me turns out i don’t hate you and i’m actually in love with you”, so during the trial by tale, i think? one of them stumbles upon the other and finds them unconscious or badly hurt. i love the idea of carmen finding jules lying near the river barely keeping herself awake and immediately shaking her like:

“jules?! jules, what the fuck? who did this to you?! i’ll kill them,” she seethes, pulling her into her arms and her fingerglow absolutely blazing red. (magic follows emotion!!!!!!)

“carmen,” julia wheezes, eyes slipping shut. “my flag’s in my boot, just let me go. i don’t want to slow you down.”

“not until you tell me who did this to you,” carmen says fiercely, gripping her tighter.

“it was dark, i couldn’t see very well-” julia coughs, her ribs aching. carmen turns to look at her glasses- they’re cracked, one of the lenses completely gone and the other punctured. “they had, uh- light bending. manipulation. made it darker. even with my talent i couldn’t see who it was because it was so dark.”

carmen freezes. she recognized that talent. “mime bomb,” she snarls. “that stupid teacher’s pet.”

“at least those other classmates of yours didn’t find me. i think the cat one would’ve torn me to shreds, or the electric one would’ve shocked me with his lightning bolts.”

julia coughs again, shifting in the moonlight. it illuminates just how scratched up she is- blood and dirt stains her breeches and her armor is pierced through. carmen’s fingerglow gets impossibly brighter as she hauls her up to her feet, throwing julia’s arm around her shoulder so she can carry her.

“not going to drop my flag, huh?” julia asks weakly, the two of them limping down the river bank. “that’s not very evil of you.”

“i’m starting to think that being evil is overrated,” she says softly. “and i- look, you’re a pain in my ass sometimes, but i care about you, okay? we’re friends.”

“friends,” julia echoes. “thought evil didn’t have friends, just henchmen.” carmen opens her mouth to retort, but julia continues. “you’re like... a good kind of evil, i think,” she whispers. her words are starting to slur, the pain and exhaustion catching up to her. carmen slips her makeshift sword into the sheath at her side and lifts julia gently, carrying her bridal style.

“a good kind of evil,” carmen repeats. “i like that.” julia closes her eyes, humming. carmen speaks softer, brushing her hair from her face. “i like you, jules. i’ll get us out of this, okay? trust me.”

“always,” julia mumbles, falling asleep.

carmen finds some herbs and stuff, does some illegal spells, heals some of her wounds and all that jazz. there are like 5 students left in the woods at this point, the other 3 being mime bomb, gray, and chase.

chase effectively takes out mime bomb (as a pun, i’d like to think his talent is super speed and agility, so whenever mime bomb tries to hide in the shadows chase can get there in time), but gray takes out chase (because like, even if you’re fast, lightning can take you out).

once julia can walk again, they start searching for gray, and aksfjfkdfkj omg gray shocks carmen or something and julia is furious and screams, channeling enough of her power to override his lightning and disrupt it, reducing it to small, harmless sparks.

carmen wastes no time and grabs his flag, throwing it down. he disappears into the clearing, leaving both carmen and jules as the last two students.

they’re both exhausted and don’t want to fight anymore and julia brings up the earlier “i like you” thing, both of them leaning against each other propped up against a tree and she’s like “for the record, i like you too.”

they kiss just as the sun comes up and the trial ends!!! everyone bursts in and sees them holding each other and are like. Well. What The Hell Are We Going To Do Now.

not me practically writing a whole fic for this response ASKDKFJ BYE i hope this is enough anon! thank you again for asking and fueling this niche au!! <3

#asking carmen #sge carmen au #blood tw

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werejusttouchingeachother · 4 years

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Req: would you mind writing a Sub!Ten smut where reader gives them a handjob and it goes from there? The scenario can be whatever you feel is best but the switch (dom+) in me has been quaking + something with a really dom reader + any whiny subby nct or exo member that first comes to mind? + pegging

Summary: art student!Ten gets assigned a project with you for your Photography class and although his ideas for the concept initially make you wary, you eventually see the silver lining once he invites you back to his place

Pairing: sub!Ten x dom!reader (both are bi/queer/sexually fluid)

Genre: smut (m)

Words: 6015

Tags: nudity, cursing, handjob, edging, pegging

A/N: I combined quite a few repeated reqs I’ve been getting for sub!nct and pegging in specific so sorry if this took way too long! I haven’t gone full feral dom in this the way I like to (because wbk im a hardcore dom) since i’ve noticed many on here have boundaries with it/not used to it so since this is my first proper sub!member fic, I’m just easing into it ok--i’ll go harder or less next time depending on the response this gets

You raise your hand to knock on the burgundy door, hesitation creeping up your mind and effectively stopping you. Your fist hovers mid-air as you straighten your dress with your free hand and pull out your phone to check your makeup again.

When Ten approached you at the library yesterday, you certainly hadn’t expected him to call you back to his apartment.

Well, then again, you hadn’t expected a lot of what Ten had said at the library when he sat across from you while you were working on your assignment.

Chittaphon Ten is nothing less of popular at your university—with a double major in Art and Dance, a minor in Photography, it’s no surprise that both students and faculty were always constantly in awe of how he seemed to always have his shit together, scoring impressive grades, being extremely sociable and generally was the most well-rounded person that you’d ever seen.

His crazy attractive features weren’t a drawback either.

Like most girls, you admired him from afar without ever making a move. Not because you were too shy to do anything—Lord knows you weren’t, and so did a good majority of the students who you’d been with—but because he was always surrounded by people, the life of every party he went to, the one who never had a problem getting laid and the one whose attention required too much effort.

Which is why you were extremely surprised when Ten sought you out at the library yesterday. He’d called your name, which you didn’t even know he knew until then. It made you recall the first time he’d said it—one of the many faces that you’d been introduced to at the freshmen’s party during your first year at university.

He’d been the cool friendly popular sophomore, a beacon to all the lost freshmen and you’d been one of them as you exchanged names, later drinks and then, you were pretty sure, a tipsy dance together towards the end of the night.

That was the extent of your interaction—with the exception of the friendly smiles and casual ‘Hey’s as you passed each other in the hallway. What’s even sadder is that most of the memories from that night aren’t even clear to you due to all the shots you had downed—it’s only when you saw all the blurry pictures on Instagram the next day that you realised he’d danced with his hands around you but you couldn’t remember even feeling them, nevertheless the dance.

Needless to say, Ten was probably the only guy to ever make you reconsider the decision to drink at parties.

Regardless of all this, you hadn’t expected to be paired with him in your Photography class that you two happened to share this semester. You never thought he’d attend much since it was only an elective—moreover, attendance wasn’t even compulsory—but you should have known better, of course perfect Ten was there.

And of course, on the one day that you’d skipped classes, you and Ten had gotten a paired assignment.

“The concept,” Ten said in a hushed voice as he leaned over the table at the library, making your gaze unknowingly rivet to his mouth. You had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his as he continued, “The concept for the assignment is Biblical influence on art.”

Still, you’d nodded. You’d shrugged it off in stride.

At least, you did until Ten said the following words:

“I have an idea. Everyone else is going to be at churches and cemeteries and cathedrals and basilicas. For the architecture and lightings. I was thinking, since we both are studying Art, we could paint on you to make you look like a Michelangelo sculpture.”

You’d blinked at him, wondering if you had misheard because he was whispering so lowly. You’d opened your mouth and closed it again, gaping like a fish. When he’d seen your obvious confusion, he repeated the last part, making your eyebrows furrow and then inhale sharply as you realised he was serious.

“Just hear me out,” Ten started before you could start yelling in the middle of the university library. “Think about it. No one would do such a unique concept.”

“Yeah, because it’s crazy?”

“Its art, Y/N. Crazy is kind of what gets you recognition.”

“This is an assignment that isn’t even accounted for twenty percent, Ten. It’s not even going to get published. Make it make sense,” you said in a flat voice.

“Imagine if it does, though, because it’s that good,” he muttered, widening his eyes at you to further emphasise his point.

You didn’t agree. You didn’t disagree either but the way you’d shaken your head and quickly stormed out of the library with an excuse that you needed to get to class let him know that you weren’t exactly in favour of the whole idea.

Then he’d called that night. It was later than you’d expect anyone to call—especially to discuss an assignment—but for some reason, it had worked.

You’re not sure why you agreed. Maybe it was because he’d actually made some good points over the call.

Or maybe because his voice had sounded so lulling over the phone, you’d found yourself nodding along without even paying attention to what he’d been suggesting. You agreed to meet him after your last evening class the next day at his apartment to ‘get it over with as soon as possible’.

Right now, you stood outside his door and tried to recall what all he had said last night. You were wearing a wrap-around dress that dropped only till your knees—the easiest thing to get in and out of—and had washed your hair so that it hung around your face. You’d scrubbed and shaved every surface of your skin until you were polished and squeaky clean, smelling like fresh soap and your mildly-scented lavender perfume.

You took a breath and checked your reflection for the millionth time in just half an hour on your phone’s screen before sighing and knocking on his door.

There was a shuffle of steps and then the door opened, Ten poking his head out and smiling at you.

“Hey,” he greeted softly and held the door open. “Come on in.”

You slowly entered, your mind racing with multiple thoughts as you closed the door behind you. You heard him mumble that he’ll be right back and to make yourself comfortable as he headed to a room at the end of the hallway.

You entered the first room to your left that he’d gestured at, your eyes quickly scanning the place. You immediately notice how he’d drawn all the curtains open and can’t help but smile at the very obvious attempt to have cleaned up—everything had been pushed to the corners of the room and things were thrown haphazardly to a side to clear the floor.

Biting back a smile, you turn right as he enters and hold your hands up to stop him before he starts speaking.

“Before anything,” you start, lowering your raised hands when you notice he’s listening. “Explain to me entirely what your plan is for the project. All of it.”

He nods and grabs his phone, scrolling through his gallery. You listen attentively as Ten explains how he thought it would be cool if he painted your entire body like a marble sculpture with a sheet draped over your body—painting over the sheet as well for a hyper-realistic effect while you posed like a statue.

You bit down on your lip at the idea of getting naked in his apartment with only a slinky garment to cover you, eyes moving from his phone’s screen to meet his. You can see the question in them and he even gives you a polite smile as if to tell you that you can always refuse if you’re uncomfortable with it.

But beneath that, you can see the challenging glint: he is daring you to back down because he knows you’re on unfamiliar grounds with him. He’d surely been naked many times in his apartment with several mutual friends of yours and so had you back in your own place but never with each other.

And maybe it was that or maybe this exciting air of ‘what if this went somewhere?’ and ‘what if one of us leaned in closer?’—but you didn’t want to back down.

So you gave him a firm nod, relishing in the way his eyes slightly widened at your affirmation as you turned to head for the bathroom that you’d seen when walking in. You turn at the last second, right as you’re near the door to see Ten staring at you as if baffled that you’re actually agreeing to this and you ask as nonchalantly as possible, “Ten? The sheet?”

“What?” He blinks before realising. “Oh, right, right, sorry.”

He grabs an ivory-coloured sheet that laid neatly over the back of a chair and hands it over to you. You still as your eyes fall on the silky satin material you held in your hands, the fabric almost slipping from your fingers because of how smooth it was.

You slowly raise your eyes from the sheet to ask him what exactly you were supposed to do with it and stop when you notice that his eyebrow is raised, expression apprehensive as if to wait for you to drop the sheet and leave his apartment.

Plastering on an overly sweet smile, you nod in thanks and turn to the bathroom.

Once inside, you stare at your reflection in the mirror as you give yourself a pep-talk.

You weren’t backing down. There was just no way—especially when there was a good chance that this was all in your head and you were just making it into a bigger deal than what it actually is. It could just be about the project and Ten’s perfectionistic tendency wanting the highest grade.

So you slowly disrobed from your floral wraparound dress, hanging it over the hook on the back of the bathroom door. You hadn’t put much makeup on except for some gloss on your lips and some mascara—not wanting to be completely barefaced but at the same time, not going fully out.

Taking a deep breath, you take the satin sheet and stare at it as you contemplate how to wrap it around yourself.

You settle for wrapping it around your body, under the arm similar to how you usually do with a towel. You try to wrap it twice but the material is hardly enough to envelop more than once fully around your frame.

You stare at yourself in the mirror and have to force yourself to not get back into your comfy dress and jump out the bathroom window. The material clings to your body like a second skin and despite being layered twice around your front, your nipples still poke through due to how thin and supple the satin is.

Sighing and straightening your back, you turn to make sure that the knot at the back is fastened tightly and feel glad that you’d had the sense to shave your entire body spotless earlier today before coming here.

You meet your gaze in the mirror one last time, narrowing your eyes slightly as you take a deep breath and get your game face on. You walk to the door and step out, immediately feeling goosebumps rise on your skin at the sudden change in temperature from the cool bathroom.

You re-enter the hall and immediately notice Ten fight every instinct in his body to react at your appearance as his eyes swiftly rake over your entire form before quickly flitting back to your eyes.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you stand in front of him and he hesitates before finally saying, “Uh. You. That’s not actually how I thought you’d wear it.”

You narrow your eyes at him, fighting against the urge to cross your arms over your chest defensively because you knew that would only draw more attention towards your breasts.

“What did you think then?” You ask in a deadpan tone and Ten grabs his phone from the table, showing you an image of a marbled woman sculpture that had a similarly thin cloth adorning her body except it fell over one shoulder and was held tight by pressing down the other arm. Moreover, she was postured by leaning her hips against a short pedestal and arching her back with her head raised upwards.

The garment covered her chest and stopped short at the very top of her thighs—barely covering anything but exposing her curvy hips, thighs and sides in their full glory.

You unknowingly release a loud sigh of frustration before nodding. Determined, you reach back to unknot the cloth but Ten stops you with his hand, saying, “Wait, its fine.”

Your hand is caught underneath his, and you look at him with confusion. “What?”

“It’s okay,” he repeats, lowering his hand from your shoulder. “This is better cause I have to paint your shoulders anyway and they’re both revealed this way. We’ll paint your entire body first before putting the satin over it and paint that last.”

“Um,” you say softly, nodding as he gestures for you to sit on the chair. You slowly sit down and contemplate crossing your legs but decide against it as that would cause the material to hike up further than it already is. “Okay.”

Ten stands above you, dipping a brush with thick bristles into a palette. You keep your eyes on his face, watching him carefully and don’t fail to see the way his breath slightly catches when he notices your intense gaze on him. You try to bite back a smirk as he leans over you and presses the cool brush against your shoulder, lightly stroking it over the skin in an experimental brushstroke.

“Could you lean your head back?” He asks you, his voice considerably lower.

“Mhm, sure,” you softly hum in agreement as you arch your neck back, noticing the way his grip falters on the brush as he presses the brush more firmly against your shoulder. The contact with your skin mixed with the air that had suddenly grown thick around the two of you made slight bumps rise along your arms and you feel Ten’s gaze dart to your face, having noticed the effect.

Yeah. This wasn’t about the project. Your senses were tingling and even if you knew nothing else, you could smell sexual tension from miles away.

You deliberately sigh softly, your chest heaving with the release of air and feel the brush still against your skin again. You sneak a look at Ten and notice that he’s completely stopped faking it, watching your face carefully.

You lower your head and turn it in his direction, feeling both your breaths intermingle from how close your faces are. You’re just about to lean in when he says, “It’s not working.”

You blink, momentarily taken aback. “What?”

“The paint.” You glance down at your shoulder to see that the colour was slightly faded and almost runny, not in the thick layers that they should be with the amount of strokes Ten had just made.

“Your skin,” he said, thinking as he leaned back slightly, promptly breaking the moment that you just had. “There’s something that’s not allowing the paint to settle. Did you put something before you came here?”

You think for a moment before answering, “Uh, yeah, moisturiser. Lotion. Is that it?”

Ten swallowed thickly, nodding at your words as he stepped back. “Do you think you can remove it with body wash or soap? I can’t paint your skin otherwise and it needs to be layered thickly for the marble effect.”

You stare at Ten, eyes narrowed as you tried to figure what game he was playing here. You’re almost tempted to just stand up and grab him, press him against the desk and kiss him hungrily.

Did he just want you to shower here? Was he going to walk in? Or was this to just have you smelling like the same sweet-scented soap that he always smelled like?

Or was this really because he was concerned with the project and didn’t want your Vaseline bodycream to stand in the way of a perfect grade?

Did he even want to sleep with you in the first place?

You stand up abruptly, unable to take the million thoughts flooding into your head. Turning around, you made a beeline for the bathroom again while mentally cursing him.

If he was playing hard-to-get, this was the longest you’d ever held out for someone you were interested in sleeping with, despite how much you loved the game.

You’re Y/N. Sure, Ten had a reputation as the campus heartthrob with nights of guaranteed fun and pleasure but so did you—you had entire groups of people who would attest to your skills in the bedroom.

Except you didn’t know right now. The signals you’d been receiving all night were mixed and you couldn’t tell reality anymore from your own fantasies of taking Ten and having him in your own way.

You wished you were right—that he was really interested in sleeping with you. Because you couldn’t get the pretty images of Ten whining and mewling softly out of your head, reminiscing the way his Adam’s apple had bobbed nervously every time he swallowed when he noticed your gaze, loving the way he’d slightly faltered as you’d breathed softly.

You wanted to ruin him so bad—you could feel your core clenching with desire just from the thought of it.

You don’t realise you hadn’t closed the door behind you and it’s only when you turn around, catching Ten standing at the door that you realise.

You stare at him, feeling a slight tingle run through you as you gazed at him. You could see your own reflection on the mirror from your peripheral as Ten leaned on the wall beside it, his eyes transfixed on you.

“How is it that we’ve never ran in the same circles?” He asks, cocking his head.

Is he finally taking the bait?

You smile at his words, crossing your arms on purpose this time. “What do you mean?”

He falters slightly and you know it’s to fight the urge to lower his gaze from your face. He clears his throat, saying slowly, “I mean, we're both...”

“Hoes?” You offer, raising an eyebrow.

Ten blinks, surprised at your word choice. “I was going to say ‘the same’ but uh, sure, I guess that applies too.”

You chuckle, leaning your hip against the sink as you grin at him. “It’s cause we run in different circles that rarely interact with each other and the ones that do are comparatively lesser.”

Ten frowned at that, throwing your earlier question back at you. “What do you mean?”

“You fuck more guys and I fuck more girls.”

Ten’s eyes shot open, a light brush creeping up his cheeks at your bluntness and making you smirk slightly.

You think for a second, remembering all the times you’d spent with girls who were switches or leaned more towards dom. “You’ve slept with Amber, haven’t you?”

He nodded. “Taeyong?”

You nod. “Hwasa?”

“Of course. Mark?”

“Duh. Dahyun?”

“Obviously.”

You smile, glancing at the mirror as you tuck your hair behind your ear. “All right, then. I’ll shower now.”

You start to close the door but his hand is quick to grab your arm, stopping you effectively. You lift your head quickly to meet his gaze, able to smell the paint that was lingering on his clothes and unable to think with the need to just kiss him.

But you had to think, you had to control. He’d toyed with you enough so it’s only fair that you return the favour.

He raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief, unable to say the words that he’s thinking.

“You’re…” He pauses before hesitantly asking, “That’s it? You’re just going to shower?”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, playing genuinely confused. “... Yeah? I asked all that cause I was curious and I never knew you were such a power bottom. So are both Mark and Taeyong so I’m guessing that didn’t work well for you. Unlike the girls you slept with, who are all switches.”

He nods, his fingers still wrapped around your forearm. “I know. But they never... they never...”

He trails off and your eyes widen as you realise what he’s trying to say. “Whoa. What? Really?”

“What’s that expression supposed to mean?” Ten demands, narrowing his eyes at you. “You dommed Mark and Taeyong?”

“No,” you scowled before reluctantly explaining, “I mean I did. But not as much as I wanted to. They chickened out in the last second and we just fucked in missionary.”

Ten hesitates, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip nervously. “How... how much do you want to?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel your heart skip a beat, a sense of excitement suddenly rushing through your blood. Your eyes are transfixed on his lips, now glistening with his saliva and you can’t help but imagine them parted wide open, gasping and moaning.

“Why?” You ask, your voice husky with arousal as you lower your lashes at him. “How far do you want me to go?”

“How far can you go?”

You raise your eyebrow challengingly. “Farther than Dahyun or the others would ever dare going.”

He grabs your waist then and your hands are already on his shoulders, slamming him back onto the door.

Your mouths meet heatedly and he moans as you press your body completely up against him.

Ten’s hands are gripping your hips tightly as you trail your one hand down his chest, between the two of you. Your hand passes over the waistband of his sweatpants and you palm his growing erection roughly. Ten gasps aloud and the sound is music to your ears as you take the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his parted lips.

Your fingers grip his length over the soft material of his pants and he’s twitching even with the minimal contact. Ten’s hand grabs your neck and pulls you away enough to breathe heavily, “Bedroom.”

“Yes, let’s go,” you mutter hurriedly and you grab his hand, pulling him in the direction of what you assumed to be the bedroom—the only other room in the small apartment.

You sit on the edge of the bed and yank him to you, loving the way a soft gasp leaves his mouth as he almost stumbles into your lap. Hesitantly he sits on your thighs and you shake your head, noticing that he still had his sweatpants on.

“Take the clothes off, sweetheart,” you say sweetly but with enough firmness to immediately make him get off your lap and peel his shirt off. You lean back with your hands on the bed to support you as you stare at him, watching him as he stripped.

You stand up when he’s bare in front of you, taking his hand and pushing him onto the bed before crawling on top of him.

Ten sits on the edge of the bed with you on his lap and you place your knees on either side of his thighs. You grab the hair on the back of his head, gripping the locks tightly in your fingers to yank his head back roughly and quickly move your mouth around his slender throat.

It doesn’t take long to find the sweet spot that has him moaning, his chest jerking up with his gasps at your relentless lips. You lick a stripe from his ear to his clavicle, sucking on the soft flesh where his shoulder and neck meets.

Ten's whimpers are the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard, his fingers having bunched up the satin sheet around you as he grips it tightly. The material gives away easily and next thing you know, cool air is hitting your skin as the satin is now fisted in his grip. Your legs are splayed over his, feeling his warm skin against yours as you kiss around his neck. You lower your mouth to his clavicle, sucking on the skin enough to leave bruises that you’re sure will darken by tomorrow as you mark him. Ten’s head is thrown back in pleasure as you leave hickeys all over his throat and you use the distraction to slowly roll your hips, rubbing your core over his growing erection. Ten gasps at the sudden sensation and you smirk against his skin, pulling him back hurriedly by his shoulders.

“Y/N,” his voice is a shaky whisper as they leave his lips and you hum in response, kissing him again deeply in a way that let him know you were going to absolutely devour him. Your hands find his hair again and you hold him firmly to you, moving your lips against his and letting your tongue explore the warmth of his mouth in a way that left him dazed and breathless when you finally pulled away.

You settled on his knees, leaving enough space between your bodies for your hands to quickly reach down and wrap your fingers around his length. Ten is deliciously responsive—bucking into your touch, hands reflexively reaching out to grip the sheets behind him tightly and moaning softly.

You’re certain that he can see how lust-crazed you are with the way he looks underneath you, his eyes all big and pleading as he waits patiently for you to move your hand, to go faster, to do anything.

So you do.

You’re gentle at first, barely doing much as you swipe your thumb over the pink head. You take your time, admiring the smoothness and length of his dick, swallowing the urge to just take him into your mouth already as you move the pads of your fingers lightly over his length and stroke him leisurely. You watch his face as you do so, loving how Ten’s eyes dilate with the frustration or pleasure or both, you weren’t sure. As his breaths quicken, you remove your hand and smirk while lazily using just your finger to stroke up and down, loving the way he was twitching even with just a single digit on him.

His whines grow louder and you finally give in, wrapping your hand fully around him, suddenly moving it up and down so quickly that it had him breathing harder as your pace suddenly transitioned. Ten’s hands gently came up to hold your hips and he raised his torso from the bed to lean his head into your neck, warm heavy breaths hitting your skin. He whimpered as you lowered your other hand to his balls, fondling them while stroking his erection. His chest started heaving and you could tell he was close from the soft “ah’s” that were leaving his lips, almost in a way that made you think he didn't know he was making them. His eyes were closed tightly, head now leaned back and fingers clenching the sheets so hard that his knuckles were white and you can’t recall when he took his hands away from your waist and pulled his head back from your neck.

You watched him carefully, feeling yourself grow wetter as he came closer to his high and right when he twitched in your hand and his chest jerked up, his entire skin flushing as he panted, you immediately stopped and pulled your hand away completely, disengaging contact.

Ten’s eyes shoot open and you have to bite back a smile at the way he looks utterly breathless and crestfallen at the stolen orgasm.

You take a breath as you crawl over his body, pushing him back by his shoulders and resuming the kisses on his throat and neck. You let your hand tease up his stomach and chest, feeling the way his slender body shivers beneath your fingers at even the slightest feather-touch as you mutter lowly into his ear, “Where are your toys?”

“Bedside drawer,” he whispers breathily and you pull your mouth away from the reddening skin of his neck as you move across the bed to the small wooden drawers.

You grab the strap-on that you found and the bottle of flavoured-lube next to it, closing the drawers shut as you keep them on the bed. Your eyes fall on the beige satin lying at the foot of the bed where it had slipped from Ten’s fingers and you reach across the bed for the material.

Ten watches you with his chest still heaving slightly as he tries to steady his irregular breathing and you grab his wrists, pulling them above his head and binding them together with the same satin that had been around you only an hour earlier.

You adjust on his lap so that your slit is perfectly aligned with his dripping member, enjoying the way he breathed harder as he felt your heat. You moved your hips in torturously slow circles over his length, sliding it up and down as you watched it glisten beneath you with both your fluids while you busied your hands by rubbing the lube in between them and over the strap-on.

“Fuck,” Ten moans aloud and you almost moan in response at how glorious he sounds—his angelic voice cursing, all soft and desperate for you.

You slid down his body and Ten hissed as your hands that were now cool because of the lube made contact with his cock. The head was flushed an angry red and you almost felt sorry at how sensitive he was already despite not even having gone as hard as you usually do.

Ten’s hands are fisted tightly, fingernails digging into his palms as you support yourself above him with both your hands on his shoulders while you kept rotating your hips over him. His eyes close as you grinded slightly against the tip, spreading your thighs and pushing a bit harder so that the head of his erection would slip inside your slick walls just the briefest fraction before you moved again.

Ten whispers curses again and you finally lower your hand again to wrap your fingers around him.

“Ah!” Ten groans as he bucks reflexively into your hand and you don’t give him a second as you start moving your hand over his length at an almost merciless speed, stroking him quickly and roughly. Ten’s eyes blow wide open at your sudden intense stimulations and lower your other hand down further, feeling his pink hole.

The lube in your fingers helps you to easily stick your finger inside and you feel your own arousal grow as he clenches tightly around your single digit while your hand still strokes him to another orgasm. Hearing his breaths grow quicker as he nears his high, you gradually decrease the speed of your hand while still fucking him open with two fingers now.

Ten is mewling and whining on the sheets now, arms slightly squirming to touch himself for relief when you denied him yet another orgasm. His thighs move under you and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Keep moving and I’ll never let you cum,” you warn and he immediately stills at your words, his entire body going still beneath you. You smile slightly in approval at his compliance and lean down to pepper his chest with kisses.

Ten’s breath echoes softly around his cosy bedroom as your mouth finds his nipple, your tongue darting out to circle the nub in quick motions timed with the pace of your one hand moving on his member and the other fucking him open. You look up to see Ten’s eyes roll back in his head at the overstimulation, back arching off the mattress and you immediately stop your ministrations on his cock, sitting up properly to not miss the reaction.

And its priceless.

Ten’s face is redder than you’d ever seen it, a delicious blush spreading over his entire cheeks, neck and down to his chest and you notice how his eyes are slightly teary and unfocused.

You lower your face to his then, pressing a reassuring kiss to his parted lips as you remove your fingers from inside his ready hole.

“Get on top of me, baby,” you mutter as you pull away and Ten nods, disoriented and dazed.

You fall to his side on the bed, grabbing the strap on and putting it around you as you rub the lube, spreading it over the surface of the cock. The thought that Ten probably fucked himself on this after a night that was less that pleasurable and satisfactory with a girl who didn’t want to fuck him the way he wanted to enticed you immeasurably.

Ten’s hands are shaky as he throws his leg over your body lying back on his bed, knees pressed against your sides. Slowly, he lowers himself down on the length of the dildo, eyes closing and lips parting with a loud moan that he couldn’t suppress as he feels it fill him up.

He opens his eyes, gaze shifting to your face and you watch the surprise that falls across his delicate features as you cross your arms behind your head, not touching him.

Understanding that you wanted him to fuck himself on top of you, Ten leaned back and you felt his hands on your lower legs as he used it to support himself up while he starting moving up and down.

Arching his back, you watched the dancer’s slender and beautiful body manifest into the most breathtaking art that you’d ever seen, more beautiful than any marble sculpture as he bounced and fucked himself on you, mouth open as he sang the most sweet-sounding curses and mewls while his angry-red cock slapped against your stomach with every bounce, dripping pre-cum onto your skin.

You raised your hand to his face then, shoving two of your fingers into his parted lips and he immediately closed his lips around your digits, choking slightly. Your own eyes grew hazy with lust as Ten fucked himself faster, thoroughly wetting your fingers with his tongue as he moaned around them while moving faster.

His grunts grew louder and hoarser—you could tell he was close so you grabbed his hip with your free hand and raised your own hips, bucking up into him. Removing your fingers from his mouth, you lowered them dripping with his saliva to his chest and tweaked his nipples that you’d kisses sensitive earlier.

Ten’s body jerks and he groans loudly as his dick twitches, shooting spurts of thick heavy cum over the length of your torso. He keeps cumming continuously, covering your belly, the valley of your breasts and even shoots all the way to your hair with his sticky white fluids.

You drag your finger over your stomach, collecting the cum and stick your finger in your mouth, humming with pleasure at the taste of Ten’s slightly salty essence mixed with his saliva from when you’d been choking him earlier.

Ten collapses down onto your body heavily, unable to hold himself up anymore and you smile as you wrap an arm around his back.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” you start, unable to keep the smugness from your tone, “but did I just ruin sex with a girl for you?”

“Yes,” Ten replied, leaning up to kiss your lips and you smile in surprise at the sudden tenderness in the gesture.

He smiles tiredly, eyes still unfocused as he says, “Yes, you did.”

“We should change our concept, by the way,” you suggested. Ten blinks in confusion and you explain, “For the project. The way you looked on top of me with your back arched like that was pretty fucking divine.”

Ten let out a short laugh. “I don’t know, Y/N, a photograph of being pegged might raise some eyebrows since the concept for the project is Biblical.”

“I repeat: divine.”

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purplepalmdelight · 4 years

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why life is still okay (rambling fic rec pt. 1)

firstly: shout out to @trulyalpha for apparently owning my entire bookmarks page on ao3 (bc i only realised all my favourite fics were written by the same person,,, yesterday. bc im really smart like that) anyway breakdown of why she’s a stoncy saving grace thanks!!!

you ease my mind, you make everything feel fine.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/13842039)

yes this fic is from 2018. yes i read it every other week. it’s good for the SOUL. jonathan getting taken care of is always just such a good and sweet concept (maybe it’s my intense, undying love of him, but he deserves to be taken care okay) and. okay i’ll admit, sometimes i forget how fucking FUNNY this fic is, but it’s genuinely hilarious, okay? you gotta trust me on this. it makes me cackle at inappropriate times absurdly often. ("Hi." "Hi." "I want you, you fuck." is a top line. i laugh so hard every TIME.) all three of them are so incredibly in character, and somehow this NAILS the fact that they’re all massive disasters pretending to be confident. and i’m not someone that reads ~smut~ often (though it’s more mentioned than described, very non-explicit) but this didn’t make me even the least bit uncomfortable. it felt very natural and in character and made me laugh as much as the rest of the story. all in all, i always come away a little more in love with the characters, and that’s a really precious feeling.

you could be the one to make me feel something

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14269476/chapters/32912745)

i take back everything i’ve ever claimed. this IS the funniest piece of writing i’ve ever read, and it WILL remain so, probably until the day i die. i honestly... barely have words. my expectations were high when i started it, but in retrospect, they were LEAGUES below what i got. the characterisation, the progression, the dialogue, the story; from the overarching aspects to the tiny details, it’s impeccable. i genuinely read this twice in one day, and then again the next. every single part of it is so good, but in terms of FAVOURITES... the christmas section. hilarious. down to its bones, well crafted and heart felt. it hits me right in the chest every time. the story, from the beginning, has me just as in love with nancy and steve as jonathan is, and as everything grows more intense, so does my investment. it pulls me in and doesn’t let me go until it’s good and ready to see me leave. again, the sexy aspects are so in character and natural that it’s uncomfortable or weird to read and instead just leave me grinning like an idiot. also ( “It did frustrate me, in more ways than one. It’s also a weird plan, like … did you expect me to be so overwhelmed by the power of a boner that I’d just admit my feelings?” is SUCH a funny line, i think about it literally every day. literally. every. day.) the characters are afraid to be messy, to make mistakes, and they all feel so ALIVE that when i leave the story, i feel like i’m leaving a friend. it’s honestly beautiful and honestly breathtaking. this story is better than a lot of published books, honestly, and i’m so grateful for it. so thank you.

i crash my car ‘cause i wanna get carried away!

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17131202)

...you really wanted to make me cry, huh? i cried out of grief, yeah, out of the depth of nancy’s guilt and the pure rawness of her mourning, but i also cried out of catharsis as she came to terms, and out of laughter a few times. the bit about total eclipse of the heart as a motif was... that was so well done. i hate drawing comparisons, so please understand that this is criticism of a concept and not a particular story, but in so many stories then nancy’s grief feels... trivialised? that’s not quite the right word. romanticised, maybe. as someone who has lost a friend in the past, it’s just... it doesn’t feel realistic? and that’s okay, because it’s hard to nail something you haven’t experienced, and i wouldn’t wish the experience on anyone. it’s just that stories like this, where i can really resonate with nancy and follow the journey of her recovery WITH her are so rare. this story is a gem, it really is. i don’t love it for all the same reasons as the others, but i love it fiercely all the same.

there’s nothing magic going on, and then along came you

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14994137)

sure, you could be the one is the funniest fic i’ll probably ever read, but nothing magic is such a close second. it’s laugh-out-loud, get-tears-in-your-eyes, fall-out-of-your-chair, and it’s also so goddamn SWEET i can hardly stand it. of the several fics i generally group together in my head (nothing magic, you could be the one + its sequels (might have to make an individual post about this series), laugh until we think we’ll die, and got nothing for you; all very similar, yet incredibly unique) nothing magic is the shortest, but that doesn’t mean it compromises on quality, oh no. it just means i can read it quicker, and therefore more often! when it’s late and i’m tired and i need a laugh to calm down before i sleep, i generally go search this fic up. remember when i mentioned the whole “being just as in love with nancy and steve as jonathan is” thing? it’s like that except... almost funnier. in you could be the one, it’s just that the story naturally tugs you into adoring these two messy, silly, sweet, amazing young adults, because how could you not? how else could you possibly feel? but here, they are genuinely just... that funny. they are actually just so funny that you as a reader click with them and find yourself grinning like an IDIOT because oh my god you’re disasters. maybe it’s the inherent relatability of a tired highschooler trying to make it through the summer and hating his job along the way, but this fic hits right in the heart every damn time.

got nothing for you other than love

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17596658)

"You trust me," she says.

They both know it's a fact, not question, but he still says, "Of course."

and

By then, his shell wasn't something he could step out of. It was part of him. But that was okay. He didn't need more. What he had was enough.

He always did have trouble with wanting more.

and

"Hey, babe?" Nancy turns her head to look at Steve, touching his shoulder. "Can you buy me a drink?"

"Sure thing. What d'ya want?"

"Surprise me. Not like that time we were here and you snuck out the store, went to a smoothie stand, and came back with a mango smoothie."

Steve grins. "But I did surprise you."

and

"Do you have food in the backseat?"

"The sandwich has only been there for like, two weeks—"

and

"Ugh. Too much cheese. I'm lactose-intolerant, remember?"

"False, you're not intolerant of anyone except people over the age of fifteen with bowl cuts and guys who wear shorts in the winter."

and

"Where are you off to? I'm your only friend," Kali says, frowning.

and

"You good, man?"

"Yeah," he says, his throat dry, "I'm great."

"Yeah, you are," Nancy says, and he is. He is.

and i can’t continue because that’s, like, barely halfway into the fic and i’ve already skipped so many of my favourite lines and i would have to skip so many more. you see what i mean about sathana being funny as hell? and like all the others, it’s not just the humour here. i mean... it is, because it’s SO FUCKING FUNNY I LITERALLY CANNOT SAY THAT ENOUGH but the reason it’s so funny is because it’s so candid. it’s so smooth. the whole thing flows. you’re not left feeling that you’ve missed a piece or that anything was sacrificed; you just feel like you’ve read something incredible. this fic is an experience of its own that i honestly have never experienced before. it’s sweet, and it’s gentle, and it’s just so overwhelmingly good that i don’t think i’ll ever quite get over it. in short? it’s a blessing. my expectations were high, but holy fuck did you blow them to bits.

one more favourite line:

Things are ending, things are starting, and everything looks bright. It won't always be that way. The sun's got to set at some point. But, gazing up at the sky, at the pink bleeding into orange, Jonathan figures it'll have to rise again. No matter what happens, these two things are constant.

"Hey, you look awfully lonely," Nancy calls out, walking towards him, reaching out to him with the hand not in Steve's.

Well. Maybe not just those two things.

that scene, in general, is beautiful, and it wraps the story up on such a genuine note. it feels like a film with how clearly i can picture it. it feels like no fic i’ve ever really read before. it feels... good. i guess i don’t really have the words. it just feels so good.

as an overall statement on why i call her my favourite author... it’s the realism. maybe that’s surprising, considering how many times i said “funny” or “hilarious” in here, but in the end, i wouldn’t be so attached to her work if it didn’t feel so real. i can open a tab and instantly get transported to a home i’ve never lived in. it’s comfortable. it’s sweet. and the dialogue/banter is always perfectly crafted. there’s just never really a downside to her fics, honestly. even if i wanted to search, i don’t think i’d find one. not even one of those “their only problem is that there’s not more to enjoy” kind of comments, because every single one feels perfectly crafted in its own right. it doesn’t need more or less. it stands for itself and it’s goddamn good at it.

i didn’t anticipate having to do multiple parts on this post, but- surprise surprise- i haven’t even gotten to my favourite one yet! so yeah, pt. 2 will be written after i finish the history essay trying to murder me, god knows when that is. in the meantime, please go give her some love and adoration. she deserves it.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stoncy rights pls #stoncy #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #fic rec #like HARD rec pls read #and if anyone who has read these fics wants to geek out w me....... come one and do it #sathana stans unite amirite

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daddystevee · 4 years

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Crashing Down

(eventual steve harrington x hopper!reader)

Hah I’ve changed it to just being a Steve x reader fic 😅 Cuz Billy’s not really part of the picture anymore. Anyways hi I’m alive I just haven’t had the motivation to write. Idky. But uh this took me three days to write because I didn’t know how I wanted to write it. I also thought I was gonna be able to get more than one episode in here. I’ve also learned what a ‘slow burn’ fic is and this is indeed a slow burn fic. Anywho enjoy this chapter and I hope you guys enjoy ittt. And as always lmk if you wanna be tagged ;p also I’m sorry that there’s no keep reading mark im uploading from my phone at work and don’t know how to put it there. So I’ll just do it when I get home. Xx

catch up here

Warnings: none really?? Cursing?

Part 7/9?

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just come crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.

You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock going off, signaling that it was time for you to go to work. Rolling over from your stomach you slam your hand down on the noise maker, turning it off.

Not really wanting to get up and go do anything, you lie there in bed for a few extra minutes with your eyes closed. Hoping and praying that today will be a good day.

The thought of working with Steve during your shift makes it a little easier to get out of bed. Finally after procrastinating for what felt like forever you climb out of bed and make your way out of your room.

Upon walking in the kitchen you notice that your dad isn’t asleep on the couch like normal. You walk over to his bedroom door and knock a few times calling out to him. When you receive no answer, you push upon the door to reveal an empty bedroom.

You hum to yourself in annoyance and go to ask the girls if they want breakfast or if they wanna ride to the mall when you head off to work. You’re once again met with silence, so you carry on with your morning.

When opening, Steve usually gets there a little bit early, so he can prep everything so before you get there so you aren’t so stressed out. But when you finally get there you notice that all of the lights are still out and the gate is still down, meaning Steve wasn’t there yet.

You lift the gate and go straight to the back to turn the lights on and get ready for the day. After an hour of working alone you start to wonder if Steve was ever going to show up.

‘Maybe he’s just running late..’ you say to yourself quietly and carry on with prepping.

Once it got closer to opening time, and Steve still wasn’t there you decided that it was probably time to give him a call and check on him.

The phone rings and rings and rings a few more times before you hang up and try again. After he doesn’t pick up the second time you call you decide to try Robin.

You call and the phone rings a few times and there’s no answer.

“What the hell?” you say aloud to yourself and you slam the phone back onto the receiver and go back out to the front.

After working almost your whole shift on your own you slowly begin to feel overwhelmed.

“I can’t do this all by myself!” you say rather loudly and a few customers turn to look at you but aren’t too bothered by your words.

It was almost closing time anyways, so you did what you needed to do.

You walk over to the window and turn off the ‘OPEN’ sign and go back into the back and start cleaning up while the few people in the store finish eating and leave. As the last customer leaves you run over to the front and pull the gate down before anyone else can wiggle their way into Scoops.

As you walk back into the back room, you start to feel tears form into your eyes due to all of the stress. You brushed them away with the back of your hand and continued cleaning up so you could hurry up and go home.

As you were headed to go locked the gate for the evening you thought about what El was up to since she or Max weren't home earlier that morning. You turn around walk back into the back to use the phone to call around and see where they might have ended up.

After a few phone calls you find out that all of the kids along with Nancy and Jonathan are at the Wheeler’s house. But are headed to the Holloway’s house. Instead of going straight home you decide to make an appearance at the Wheeler’s.

Just as you pull up to their house they were all walking out of the house and getting into Nancy’s car.

“Hey guys wait up!” you yell as you jog over to the car and climb into the back with Will and Mike.

“So why exactly are we going to the Holloway’s?” you ask as Nancy begins to drive trying to catch up.

“To figure out if Heather and her family are flayed like Billy.” Max says turning around to face you.

“Holy shit..” you say in response.

There you are standing in the exact same spot that you were standing in when you broke it off with Billy. You kind of feel bad knowing that the Billy you broke up with wasn’t ‘your’ Billy, but that doesn’t make up for how he had been treating you over the past few weeks.

You wait as Nancy rings the doorbell a few times, then when no one answers El uses her powers to unlock and open the door.

Upon walking in you notice how freezing cold it in and the insane smell of chemicals fills your nose.

“My god, what kind of shits been going on around here?” you ask but mostly to yourself.

You follow as everyone walks into the kitchen, but instead of staying you move on to the dining room.

“Guys!” you say as you notice how the dining room table still has food on it from the other night.

Everyone comes walking through the door and starts examining everything, but notice you crouched down looking at the carpet.

Nancy appears next to you and touches a spot on the carpet,

“Blood” she says softly and turns to look at you before turning to Jonathan.

“Yesterday, Tom had a bandage on his forehead.” Nancy says as you both look at the wine bottle with blood on it. “He was attacked.”

You all walk over to where it looks as if someone had been dragged away and follow the tracks out to the garage where you see the clear signs of someone being kidnapped. After some talking and brainstorming, you all head back out of the house and go to the hospital to somehow get Ms. Driscoll and ‘take her home’.

After trying to get everyone upstairs and failing you decide to let Nancy and Jonathan go up to the room and you stay downstairs with the kids.You start to get this feeling that something about being here isn’t right. So you try to figure out a way for you to get upstairs to check on them

It took you a little while, but you finally notice that there is a bathroom down the hall where the elevators are. So you get an idea, and decide to ask where the receptionist where the bathrooms are, you're then on your way upstairs.

As you stepped out of the elevator, you noticed that the hallway was rather empty and awfully quiet. You then saw that some of the lights on patients doors were still flashing red, meaning that there were people who needed to be tended to.

As you carried on down the hallway you heard the sound of running and a loud slam that sounded like someone had slammed a door shut. You sped up and rounded the corner , you saw a man in a white shirt and black pants walking towards the stairwell.

“Hey! Excuse me sir! Is everything okay-” you said but as soon as you started yelling Heather’s father stepped out of one of the rooms and stopped you dead in your tracks as the other man carried on down the stairs.

He had black veins on his forehead, very similar to the veins that covered Billy the previous night in the sauna.

“Oh shit.”

“Oh shit is right gorgeous” Tom says as he starts walking towards you in a quick manner.

You turn on your heels and run the other way, heading back to the elevators. You push the button to close the doors as much and as fast as you can as if that will make the doors close faster. Just as Tom comes into sight the doors finally close and you're headed down to the next floor.

The doors open and you step out to see a dead patient and doctor on the ground, soon after you see Jonathan and Nancy run by followed by the man in the white shirt.

You decide to stay put until you hear the elevator doors close and it starts to move. You followed after the three and heard Nancy calling for help coming from one way and loud bangs followed by groaning coming from the other way. You know that Nancy can handle herself well but decided that Jonathan might need some extra help in that moment.

As you slowly and quietly make your way down the hallway you finally come to the room where Jonathan and Tom were. You almost walked directly into the room but quickly slipped back out of the room and peered your head around the corner to watch.

Tom was standing looking over Jonathan before he picked him up and slammed him up against the wall, making him fall down in pain.

You moved back out of sight and covered your mouth with your hand to prevent yourself from gasping too loudly. Tears formed in your eyes and spilt over before you could even register what was happening. You cried quietly into your hand as you looked around the hall to see if there was anything useful.

‘What would Steve do?’ you thought to yourself.

Eyes darting around the hallway until you see one of the IV carriers and run over to it and pick up holding it upside down so the wheels are the point of contact.

“Yeah, this’ll do.”

You backed up against the wall and tightened your grip around the pole, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath in.

Just as you poked your head into the room Jonathan had his head slammed into the ground, knocking him out. Toms back was to you, so you took this as the opportunity to shoot your shot. You held up the IV pole and swung with all your might.

“Eat shit asshat” you spat at Tom.

He turned to look at you but was flung the other way by some force.

Just as you were getting ready to swing again, Jonathan had gotten up and grabbed the scissors that were on the floor and ran at Tom, stabbing him in the chest. His whole face turned black and because of the veins, and he fell to his knees and onto his chest.

Both you and Jonathan did nothing but look back and forth between each other and the now dead Tom on the floor. Just when you thought it was over, the lights started flashing and went out for a brief second. That never meant anything good.

Jonathan put his arm in front of you out of protection when Tom started moving around and his skin started.. Melting?

“Jonathan..” you felt tears form in your eyes as all of the melted skin started to move towards the door.

He turned and looked at you before slowly following it out the door and into the hallway. At the other end of the hallway you see that Nancy was dealing with the same situation. The two giant globs of human flesh met together in the middle of the hallway joining together to make one giant glob of flesh.

It grew bigger and bigger and started growing legs and making noises when suddenly the lights went out, and from the darkness came a loud screech. Tears were now flowing from your eyes from fear.

“Nancy!” you hear Jonathan scream, “Run!”

As Nancy tries running through a door, the boy next to you is trying to distract the ugly creature from devouring his girlfriend. Yelling and making as much noise as possible, but when that doesn’t work he takes off behind it.

You decide to stay put to make sure no other crazy shit sneaks up behind him. You look around and notice a phone on the wall. While keeping an eye on the direction Jonathan went, you run to the phone and call 911 and the phone rings endlessly.

When you had finally had enough of the phone you figure that it would be better to go downstairs and ask for help. You make a dash for the stairwell and run as fast as your feet can carry you. About a flight or two down you run into the kids who were coming up the stairs.

“Oh thank Jesus” you say as you turn back around and head up to where you just came from.

Running in front of the kids you made quick turns down multiple hallways to show the kids where Jonathan was busy trying to break down the window on a door. El walked up to the door and used her powers to send the door flying into the room.

“Jesus”

“What the fu-” you hear both Mike and Max say simultaneously.

El and the monster have a little battle which ends up with the Monster being sent flying out the window and onto the ground outside.

You and the kids run back and down the stairs to go outside to see what was going to happen to the monster, while Jonathan went in the room to check on Nancy. Once you all got outside the glob was making its way to the sewer drain, before disappearing. You turned to look at the others,

“What in the actual fuck?”

What you did know was that this could only the beginning.

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something ; george x reader

request: Hii, I was wondering if you could write a cute George blurb where he’s thinking of you and the relationship.. flash backs of first meeting, first kiss, first time in bed, cute little things the reader does and makes George smile. Thank you! I love your blog and writing so much 💕 a/n: sorry i haven’t posted and this is why!!! it took me ages to get this done, hope you enjoy it DISCLAIMER: also ik Paul got Martha around 1966 but i mention her during 1963 and ik “Do You Want To Know A Secret” isn’t by Geo :) also with the holiday one: i want to make John like that, idc if he wasn’t as faithful as i put him :) also in the fic they had Dhani (without Olivia oops (duh)) earlier and George wrote “Something” earlier :) and i noticed that the dog was name Harold a bit too late. (because his dad is also called Harold) pairing: george x reader summary: a ‘throwback’ yo tour first everything warnings: smut! (but you can skip it), im pretty sure HJ and oral (mostly male) and fingering, slight daddy kink and FLUFF, SO MUCH!!!! year: 1962-1965, year in which it started isnt sepcificed, also in my fic cancer doesn’t exist because fuck you cancer word count: erm 25k IM SORRY

George watched as you got ready, he was laying on top of your shared bed already wearing his suit and you were sat in front of your vanity styling your hair, twisting it in different ways. He chucked gently when you stuck your tongue out in a playful manner. A smile crept upon his face when memories of your past flashed across his mind.

Memories of your first meeting, your first kiss, your first date, of when he asked you to be his girl, your first meeting his friends, your first time doing it together, your first time sleeping together, your first time watching his concert (which was also his first concert), your first ‘I love you’s, your first time meeting each other’s parents, your first time moving in together, your first dog (which you badly wanted), your first everything.

He remembers your first meeting as though it was yesterday…

September 1962

You were sat on a stool in front of the bar, a hall empty drink sat in front of you. The sweet melody of “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” was playing from the jukebox. “What’s a pretty bird like you drinking alone?” you rolled your eyes, who the fuck wanted to talk to you now.

“Sod off Lennon.” you snapped when you saw the singer of the small band that had just gotten off stage.

“Oh wow, okay.” he chuckled and moved to your other side. He leaned against the bar and gave you a smirk.

“What part of ‘sod off Lennon’ do you not understand?” you asked reminding yourself of your mother.

“Leave her alone John.” said someone from the side John had just been at. You turned to face the owner of the mysterious and nearly fell off your stool. It was George Harrison, the guitarist from the same band. Your eyes went wide, you had developed a small crush on him and so had he but both of you were too shy to admit it to the other.

“Okay... I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” John said with a mischievous grin before patting George’s back and leaving.

“Sorry about him,” he mumbled. “Is this seat taken?” George pointed at the empty stool next to you. You giggled and shook your head.

“No.” you said, he smiled at you and sat down.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You two spent the rest of the evening drinking, dancing, chatting and laughing. He talked to you about his band and how they had just gotten a manager and a new drummer. You told him about the university you attended, what you studied and how life was. At the end of the night, he took you home and asked you out on a date.

Your first date…

September 1962

George picked you up at around 7:30pm and took you to a nice dinner. He even shared his food with you, you didn’t think much about it but after meeting his mates and talking to them about it they were extremely shocked. After paying, which you playfully argued about, he took you for a walk in the park.

It was quiet, you didn’t even see anyone. The only light was coming from the occasional streetlamp and the moon that shone brightly above. That walk, your first date, was such a cliche. You got cold and George gave you his leather teddy jacket. Your hands gently touched until he got himself together and took your hand in his.

When it got late he took you back home, back to your flat and stood out the door. You took as long as you could to open the door since really did not want this magical night to end, at least not yet. But eventually you did unlock the door, you pressed your side against it and looked at Goerge who was also leaning against the closed door.

Your first kiss was the same night...

The outdoor light was shinning on top of you, casting a shadow across parts of your face. George’s line of sight shifted from one eye to the other and down to your lips. You gulped and nodded, giving him permission to kiss you. His look on his face was very concentrated, he cupped your face, his thumb drew a circle on it before he leaned forward to kiss it.

If the date was magical then this was out of this world. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as he made contact with you. His lips were so soft against yours, they fit so perfectly as though you were made for each other. He titled his head to the side to deepen the kiss and you felt a thousand butterflies in your stomach.

It felt so perfect.

The third and final thing that happened that night was him asking if you would be his girl...

George gently pulled away as though in fear that if we pulled away too quickly you would break. He looked deep into your eyes and you gave him a small smile. You were so perfect in his eyes, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear to get a better look.

“Will you be my girl?” he whispered so quietly he wouldn’t have been shocked to hear that didn’t catch what he said.

“Yes,” you said with a big smile.

The next time you saw him was at The Cavern, and that’s when you met his friends…

October 1962

He jumped off the small, make-shift stage and ran towards you. After a quick kiss, he pulled you to a booth as you told him what had happened since you last saw him. His friends joined you as soon as you sat down, you looked around and examined them. There was three and all of them were in his band. John was there, the guy that had hit on you when you first met George.

“And who’s this?” asked the pretty one, you had given them names since you didn’t know their proper names.

“This is yn, my girl,” he said, pride beaming off him. He wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you close to his chest.

“Hi.” you squeaked.

“Heya, I’m Paul.” the same guy said, you shook his extended hand and smiled back at him.

“I’m Ringo.” said the guy to his right, the drummer, you shook his hand as well.

“And I’m John.”

“I know.” you shook your head gently making them all laugh. John said sorry to you but insisted he only did it so George would go up to you and that, in the end, you should thank him for your relationship with George.

The night went by quickly just like time does when you’re having fun. There was a lot of drinks, laughs and dancing. You even managed to pull George onto the dance floor which shocked the rest of the guys. But what truly shocked them was when he let you take a chip from his basket.

“I-” Paul said when he saw you eat it.

“What is it?” you asked a little bit worried.

“Geo shared his food!” he managed to say.

“He what?” John turned to face Geo, his eyes wide in shock.

“So...?”

“You see, Georgie here is the biggest eater ever!” Ringo explained, you looked at your boyfriend who was rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

“Yes, don’t let his skinny body fool you.” biggest mystery to you, and the guys, is how is George so skinny considering how much he eats.

“I know that, he eats a lot.” you still didn’t understand why they were so shocked. “And...?”

“And he never, ever, shares his food!” Paul finished. You looked again at Geo and you couldn’t believe it, he always shared his food with you.

“Oh shut up,” George said to the four of you as you all snickered.

The first time you did it was around two weeks after meeting his friends…

November 1962

The kissed were heated, passionate and quick. He couldn’t keep his hands off you during tonight’s dinner with the guys so after you were done you went to his place. His hands trailed up and down your back, he gripped your ass before the landed on your thighs. You jumped and wrapped your legs around him as he led you to his bedroom.

He set you down on the bed without breaking the kiss. You pulled away to get undressed, your t-shirt slipped off you and your skirt came off fine but that wasn’t the same for George. His shirt did come off fine but when he tried to take off his trousers he tripped and fell on you. You erupted into a fit of laughter. “George are you okay?” you asked as you helped him up.

“Yeah sorry,” he mumbled before taking them off properly. Once they were off he chuckled and threw them to the other side of the room. His eyes scanned your body, pupils blown, and when his mouth fell open you blushed and looked away. He cupped your chin which his index finger and thumb and gently led your face to his so you could look at him.

“You're so fucking breathtaking yn, please don’t be embarrassed. I want you to be comfortable around me.” George whispered, you gulped and nodded before closing the space between you with a kiss.

“Okay,” you said. He smiled and kissed you again. His kisses got lower and lower, they went from your lips to your jaw to the valley between your breasts to each of your breasts to the bottom of your stomach. He looked up to you, silently asking for permission, you nodded and propped yourself up on your elbows.

He gently tugged the waist of your underwear down, you lifted your hips so he could slip them off. Slowly he slipped in two of his long, skinny fingers into your wet core. You let out a sweet, low moan as soon as the went in and another one when he curled his fingers and they hit your g-spot. “Everything okay love?” he teased.

“M-more.” you managed to gasp.

“More what? Use your words love.” you looked down at him and nearly came right there, he had his mouth inches above your heat and two of his fingers inside of you, his thumb was hovering above your sensitive bud.

“More of you George, I need you, I need your fingers, your mouth, your-” he kissed your core and began to move both his fingers and his thumb. You cried out in pleasure and let your head fall back. He smiled and added another finger and licked planted another kiss.

Soon enough you were ready to cum, his fingers moved faster and faster the tighter you got and when you couldn’t hold it in anymore you cried out his name and released the tension. Once you stopped seeing stars he licked his fingers clean and kissed you. He was about line himself with your entrance and slam into you when you stopped him. You placed your hand on his chest causing him to look up to you.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“What? No! You were amazing.” you said, he sighed and sat next to your legs. You grinned and gestured him to come to you with your finger. He obeyed with a smile and crawled over to you. George lowered him to kiss you and you flipped him over. He looked up to you with a confused look. “What is it Georgie?” you asked with an innocent look.

“N-nothing.” he had just never been under, that wasn’t your plan though, he could be on top.

“It’s your turn now,” you said as you lowered your whole body so your mouth was near his cock.

“My turn?” he asked.

“Your turn.” you lowered his boxers and laughed as his cock sprang out and hit his stomach. “You’re so hard baby.” you teased and you took him in your hand and stroked it up and down.

“You’re just very hot yn.” George said with a cocky tone making you chuckle, even when he was ‘under your control’ he was still dominant. Little did you know George would never let you take over, something you will soon enough find out.

You kissed his tip and lowered your head while taking him all in. He groaned wrapped your hair in his hand. You went back up for air and as soon as you were okay you felt his hand push you back down. Damn, he looked hot as he laid back on the bed, his mouth slightly opened, chest rising and falling and a drop of sweat falling down his forehead.

He let out a soft, stifled moan when your hands found his balls. You continued bopping your head up and down and moving your hands quickly around the area that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. What seemed like forever later George finally twitched inside your mouth.

“You look so pretty doll,” he said with his eyes shut closed. “You look so pretty with your dirty little mouth wrapped around my cock.” George opened his eyes and maintained eye contact as he pushed you down on his dick. You held back your gags as a tear slipped down your eye. He let go of your head so you could get air but you stayed in your position and moved your tongue around.

You went back up for air for a second before moving back down. When you gently squeezed his cock his hand flew to your head again and you could have sworn he was going to cry. “Oh my God yn-” he said as he came inside your mouth. After he was done you slowly pulled away leaving a string of cum and spit between your mouth and his cock. You wiped your mouth the back of your hand all innocent-like as George just stared with the cockiest look you had ever seen.

George watched as you crawled backed onto him, your straddled his hips and began rocking your aching core onto his, still, hard dick. He chuckled into the kiss, did you really think you would be in charge? He flipped you both over and lined himself with you, you saw a change in his expression when he asked for permission but as soon as you nodded it was gone, it left as quickly as it came.

He slammed himself into you making you cry out in pleasure. Your back arched and your bodies stuck together. You placed your hands on his shoulders and once you tapped them to show you were ready he began moving quickly. With each movement, a sense of pleasure washed over you, over and over again.

“Come on baby girl, won’t you let me hear your pretty moans?” he moaned as his hips jutted against yours at a brutally quick rate, his hands gripping your hips down, fingers digging so hard there will sure be bruises tomorrow. You didn't care one bit though, you were enjoying this side of him, this rough, confident side of him that you didn't see every day. Those weren’t the only bruises that will be left, your fingers were scratching his back as you tried to hold on.

“G-george!” you moaned out as he hit that particular spot over and over again.

“Yes baby?”

“Oh my God!”

“George is just fine, love.” he joked, hand’t you been in this position you would have smacked him on the arm.

“I’m close!” you squeaked as you felt a fiery sensation growing on your lower stomach.

“Cum for me princess, let it all out,” he said. “You look so fucking beautiful, your tits look so pretty bouncing up and down. You are so fucking majestic.” your eyes were shut close but you could feel his cocky grin. “Are you going to cum for me baby girl?” you nodded. “Come on then, you’re so tight around my cock. You take me so well and make me feel so good baby girl.”

Your chest was heaving up and down, your breathing laboured as you finally came. You clenched around his cock and felt your muscles release the tension once more as your orgasm erupted. You cried out his name and arched your back. His movements became more and more sloppy. You heard him groan as he snapped his hips forward. Your moans and whimpers were like gasoline to fire to his orgasm.

“Where do you want me?” he managed to pant as his dick began to twitch inside you.

“In-inside.” you moaned.

“What?” George said, he slowed his movements.

“I’m on the pill George,” you said with a little chuckle.

“Oh.”

“Never cummed inside of a girl?” you teased.

“Princess, you have no idea what I’ve done.” you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes as he groaned, you felt his thick, warm cum coat your walls. His movements came to a stop and you were both a panting mess. He pulled out and watched as his cum dripped from your core.“You’re a mess.” George chuckled as he got up.

“Georgie don’t leave me,” you complained, he chuckled again and came back with a towel. He cleaned up your thighs with it and himself before cuddling with you.

“That was amazing,” he admitted as you both began to fall asleep.

“You were amazing,” you said.

Throughout the whole night, George took great care of you. He was so caring, so soft, so gentle. Even when he slammed himself into you he managed to make the moment so intimate. His eyes were so tender even when they were looking up at you from between your legs.

Sure, that was the first time you stayed over, but the first time you properly stayed over was when your heater broke in your flat so you had to stay at his place…

December 1962

The phone began ringing, George groaned and got up to pick it up. “George speaking, who’s calling?”

“Hey there.” you shyly said.

“Hey love,” George answered, way calmer now. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah... Well, no. Don’t worry though, it’s just that...” you worried he would say no, that it was too early in the relationship. Deep down you knew that was silly and George would go out of his way to make sure you had a safe place to spend the night.

“Yeah...?” he said when you didn’t say anything.

“My heater broke and it’s freezing here so is it okay with you if I stay with you until it’s fixed?” you quickly said.

“Of course you can! When are you coming? You know what, I’ll go get you and help you get a bag ready.” you smiled at his response and thanked him before hanging up. “Hey Ringo, I’m going to get yn. Her heater broke so she’s going to stay here for a while.”

“Okay,” Ringo said just as George closed the front door.

When he came into your flat you wrapped your arms around him, he was just so warm. “You’re warm,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

“I’ll stop being warm if I stay here long.” he joked, you pulled away and kissed him. “Lets get going then?” you nodded and led him to your room and sat him down as you prepared your bag. You placed it next to him and you giggled at his face that had reddened when he saw your underwear.

“Geo, you’ve seen me naked.”

“I- I know but still...” he tore his eyes away from your bag and look at anywhere except it. You playfully rolled your eyes and continued folding your stuff. Once you were done you zipped your duffle bag close and George picked it up.

“Let’s go then.”

The ride home was quick, he told you how he shared a place with the rest of the guys and it made you a bit nervous since you didn’t want to be annoying. George noticed your change in actions signalling that you were nervous so he placed a hand over your thigh and assured you everything was going to fine and that you weren’t annoying anyone.

“yn!” Ringo said as soon as the door opened. George’s hand slipped off your lower back when you went to hug Ringo.

“yn?” you heard Paul call from the living room.

“Hi,” you said as George led you to stand in front of the living room’s entrance. Paul and John stared at you, their eyes went down to your bag and confusion went over their faces.

“Are you travelling?” asked John after saying hi.

“No...”

“Then?” you looked up at George since you didn’t want to say anything due to your shyness.

“She’s going to stay here for a while, with us,” he said as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Okay,” Paul said before turning back to his card game with John. You looked up to George again and smiled. “And it’s perfect, she’ll be over for Christmas and New Years,” Paul added as he set down a card.

“Yeah,” George said as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I’m going to help her set in and we can have dinner later, okay?” the boys nodded and George led you to his room.

His room was nice, the bed was in the middle against the wall to the left. To the bed’s left (which was to your left as soon as you came into the room) was the wardrobe and to the bed’s right, there was a window in the middle of that wall. In front of the bed, there was a dresser with a record player on top of it and records on top of the dresser. The rest of the records were on a shelf on the wall above the record player.

“Nice,” you said.

“Thanks?” he said lightly laughing at your reaction. George took your bag and set it on the bed then he went over to his wardrobe and opened it. He pushed his clothes to the side to give you space. You thanked him before moving to neatly fold all your clothes or hang them up. Once you were done he moved his undergarments to the side to, once more, give you space. When you saw them you giggled slightly. “What's so funny?” George asked as he sat down on the bed,

“Nothing,” you said and let out another giggle.

“Sure?”

“Yeap.” you threw a pair of his underwear to him, he dodged it and grabbed it.

“Oi!” he complained as he laughed, you laughed along. George got up and neatly folded it back in, blushing like mad when he caught sight of your underwear.

“Oh my God George, you’ve seen it all before!”

“Okay, okay. Sorry.”

You helped with dinner even though they wouldn’t let you. At first, you offered to cook but they all denied you. When you tried to set the table Paul nearly slapped the plates off of your hand. He sat you down on the couch and insisted you let them to the ‘work’. It was honestly very funny watching George cook and the other three rush around as though they were on a tight schedule.

The same thing happened when you tried to clean up. This time George handed you a towel and told you to go shower if you wanted to. Their bathroom was nice and surprisingly clean. You noticed you had forgotten your conditioner in his room once you had washed the shampoo away. And you certainly didn’t want to walk into his room naked or in a towel while leaving a trail of water behind you. So you only had one option: to call him.

“GEORGE!” you yelled after turning off the shower, you shivered lightly as cold air rushed in through the slightly opened window.

“Yeah?” he yelled back after a while.

“Erm, I forgot my conditioner!”

“I’ll get it, no worries.” you trembled and waited until you heard a soft knock. You got out of the shower and tried to not wet the floor. Slowly you opened the door slightly, George had his hand sticking out with his other hand over his eyes.

“My God George,” you giggled before closing the door. “Thanks!” you yelled before getting back into the warmth of the shower.

“No problem!”

After showering and getting into your pyjamas you went out into the living room where the guys were (also ready for bed). George smiled when came in and patted his lap so you could sit down. “What are we doing?” you asked as you looked around.

John was sat down on the floor with his glasses on (which you thought were cute) and his guitar on his lap. Paul was on top of a single armchair, his bass on his lap and Ringo was behind his drum set on a corner of the room. You now noticed George’s guitar on the couch.

“Writing music,” John said with a smile before returning to his guitar and strumming out a couple things. He was sat on the space in front of you Paul, he looked up to his friend and they talked about how a chord sounded with their new song.

“Oh, I’ll be on my way, don’t want to interrupt art-making.” you smiled at the lads but you couldn’t stand up because as soon as you did George pulled you back down and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” he whispered in your ear, he buried his face in your neck, his breath tickling you. You giggled and tilted your head to the side he was on to stop him but all he did was kiss you making you giggle even more.

“Geo!” you said as quietly as you could.

“I think that’s enough for tonight lads,” Ringo said as he stood up from behind his drum kit.

“Wait, I really don’t want to intrude, you guys work and I’ll go to bed. Don’t worry.” you turned to kiss George and stand up but he, once again, pulled you down.

“No.” he protested.

“Yes.”

“No,” Ringo said as he walked away from the living room.

“Ringo! Get back here!”

“No!” he repeated as he shut his door. You narrowed your eyes at Paul and John who were getting up.

“I was tired anyway, night you two.”

“Wait-” you started.

“Keep it down, okay kids?” teased John as he followed Paul out the room. You blushed like made and tried to make yourself smaller.

“We’ll try.”

“George!”

Once you got into bed George attached himself to you. He peppered your face with kisses before laying down and pulling you as close to him as he possibly could. His arms were wrapped tightly, but not too tightly, around your waist. George’s hands were warm and comforting against your stomach. That night you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

The next morning you were woken up by singing coming from the living room. You groaned and felt two arms around you, you melted into the feeling and backed up so you could be closer to George. He hummed and buried his face on your shoulder.

“Morning sunshine.” He whispered as he kissed your neck.

“Morning.” you giggled.

“What the fuck?” George said as the singing got louder, suddenly the door shot open and George tried to cover you both with his covers. You laughed when you saw John, Ringo and Paul rush into the room with Christmas hats and singing Christmas songs.“Oh my Lord.” George groaned before leaning back onto the bed, you laughed and lifted your head.

“Morning lovebirds! It’s decoration time!” Paul sang after their first song ended.

“No more sex for now, my darlings,” John added and Ringo started doing jazz hands.

“Please fuck off while we get ready,” George complained as he nuzzled further into you.

“But I want to see yn naked…” John complained as he faked being upset.

“Fuck off you fucking wanker cunt! Only I get to see yn naked!” he barked before he threw the first thing he found at John who was a laughing mess, you tried to stifle your blush and laugh by hugging George and pressing your face on his chest.

“We’ll be out in a minute,” you said.

“We’ll be back in 10 minutes!” Paul warned.

“Okay, mum!” George mocked as they left, Paul pulled a face at him and left.

Christmas at The Beatles’ residence was the best. After they both got ready they went out to help set up the tree. Paul helped them while Ringo and John decorated the rest of the flat, they put decorations everywhere. Around the chimney, in each room, in the kitchen, all over the flat.

Christmas eve was just as special. John and Ringo helped set the table while George and Paul cooked with help from you. The table was set out amazingly, they even put out the fancy china which you thought was adorable. The night was spent laughing and eating with the three most amazing boys you’ve met and the love of your life.

On New Year’s Eve they threw a party, dozens of people came over to the flat to party. When the countdown started you rushed over to George. He had also been looking for you, you met in front of the balcony’s door. You looked up to him and smiled, he wrapped his arms around your waist and you did the same but around his neck.

“12!” the guests began screaming. “11! 10! 9! 8!”

“I love you.” you thought, you wanted to say it right there.

“7! 6! 5! 4!”

“I love you so much yn.” George thought as well. He looked deep into your eyes wishing he could tell you.

“3! 2! 1!” you leaned forward before the crowd yelled 1 and kissed George. He smiled into the kiss and deepened it.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” everyone yelled, outside fireworks erupted onto the dark, black sky. You didn’t let go of George though and he didn’t either. He didn’t want to, all he wanted to do was stay with you right there.

Once your heater was fixed you had to leave George’s place, neither of you two wanted to... They had gotten their first concert gig and you were excited for them. Especially when you got the invitation in your mailbox…

February 1963

As soon as you saw what it was you called George. “George! You have a concert?” you had no idea.

“Yeah! It was meant to be a surprise that’s why I didn’t tell you before.”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks, love, will you be able to make it?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The countdown to the concert was exhausting, George was practising every day and you missed him dearly. But you knew you couldn’t keep him from doing his job and his dream. So, instead, you went out shopping for a nice outfit. You ended up buying a new mini skirt, a blouse and a new pair of white go-go boots. George was going to love it!

Once the day finally came, you got dressed and drove down to the venue. You went through the back just like George told you to and greeted him in his changing room. He was buzzing with excitement and everything was going very quickly. Soon enough he had to go on stage and start his permeance. He kissed you goodbye and rushed out with his bandmates.

You watched from the side of the stage and smiled as George bopped his head and tapped his foot up and down to the beat. Whenever he looked over to you and caught attention, he would wink at you making you melt inside. The concert seemed to go on forever but it was perfect. Well, except for the screaming fans, you could barely hear George's perfect voice!

When it was over he rushed over to you and picked you to spin you around. He hugged and kissed you anywhere he could. “That was amazing Georgie!” you told him once he stopped kissing you.

“You really think so?” he asked.

“I know so,” you said. He looked into your eyes and smiled before pulling you in for another kiss. You could feel butterflies in your stomach as his hands explored your body, but you couldn’t do this in public so he pulled away and dragged you into an empty room.

You pulled him by his tie and began to loosen it once your lips were, once more, attached. He smiled at your eagerness and you were about to snap at him when his hands went under your shirt. George’s warm hands went up to your stomach and to your back. He undid your bra and cupped your breasts, slowly massaging them making you moan into the kiss.

George pulled away for a moment and you were going to complain but once you saw him unbutton his t-shirt you got the message and undressed yourself. Once you were both just in your underwear he reattached his lips onto yours and slowly pushed his growing erection into your heat. You moaned at the contact and whimpered when two of his long fingers slipped inside of you.

His thumb began drawing circles on your clit pushing you closer to your high but right after you told you were close he pulled away. You groaned and looked at him. “What the fuck Geo?”

“I want you to cum around me, love,” he said as he pulled himself out. You smiled and playfully rolled your eyes. George lined himself with your entrance pushed in, you wrapped your legs around his waist as his hands went to your bum to pick you up. You moaned when he hit your g-spot with the new angle. George kissed you once more and pressed you against the wall before starting to thrust into you. It didn’t take long before you were close to your high again but you wanted to wait for George.

“‘M close,” he said after a while making you sigh, your wall clenched around him. “Come on baby, cum. Cum around my cock. You’re such a good girl, huh? Taking me in so well.” that and his rapid snaps made you go over the edge. He rode out both of your highs before slipping out and helping you get dressed.

Once you were dressed and you had regained your breath, George cupped your face and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you possibly could. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around your waist.

“yn,” he said after pulling away.

“Yeah?” you asked as you played with his hair.

“I love you,” George admitted, you stopped playing with his hair and looked into your eyes. He was scared, you could tell, your eyes went wide just as he gulped. “And you don’t need to say it now-”

“I love you too,” you said, shutting him up. You pulled him close again and kissed him.

“You do?” he asked.

“I really do Geo, I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“You wish.” you giggled as you stroked his hair.

“yn do you want to come with us on tour?” he asked nervously.

“On tour?” you said as he nodded. “But I have a job, Geo.”

“Yeah but you can take a holiday, y’know?” you looked into his pleading eyes, how could you say no?

Moving in together was a delight…

March 1963

You looked at the empty spot in your bed and sighed. It had been around a month since you had left George’s place and you missed him so much. You missed sleeping with him, waking up with him, eating with him. You just missed him, so much. And so did he. And coming back from tour and being separated wasn’t helping either of you.

He missed waking up to you, you wrapped around him or him wrapped around you. He missed going to sleep with you next to him. He missed playing the guitar in the living room with you, you smiling as he played a new song.

You stood up from your bed and head over to the window for a smoke. Maybe it was time for you to move in together? Was it too soon? Did he even want to? Did he want to not live with his friends? Did he want to live with just you?

Little did you know George was asking the same questions. Were you ready? Were you taking things too quickly for your liking? George would lay away at night thinking about it. His hand hovering above the phone, just like yours was right now, thinking about calling you and asking you to move in with him, get a place together. He had enough money now, he had enough to not need roommates.

The phone rang once before you picked it up. “Hello?” you asked.

“Hi love.”

“Hello to you too, what are you doing up at this hour?” you questioned as you sat back down on your bed.

“I could ask the same thing.”

“Oh shush.” you giggled.

“But really, is everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah…” you lied.

“Are you sure? You sound different.”

“It’s just… I miss you,” you admitted.

“Miss me? We had dinner 4 hours ago.” he laughed.

“I don’t mean that way.” you tutted.

“So you don’t miss me?” George asked, faking to be offended and hurt at your comment.

“George!” you said making him laugh on the other side of the phone. “You know I do miss you…” you took a deep breath in and out and thought ‘fuck it’ “But I meant I miss living with you.” you quickly said, the line went quiet and you got worried, had you messed this up?

“You do?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah…” you said as you bit your lower lip.

“Me too, I miss going to sleep with you by my side and waking up to you,” George said making you smile.

“Really?”

“Of course I do.” you couldn’t contain your smile. “Do you want to… maybe… move in together?” you covered the phone with your hand and squealed.

“Yes!” you said after removing your hand.

“Really?”

“Of course I do,” you said repeating what he had said earlier.

You two couldn’t wait to move in together so while you waited for a flat for yourselves you moved in with him and the rest of the guys. All of them were very excited that you were going to live with them but sad that George was going to leave them.

“We don’t want you to leave!” Ringo cried the night that he told them.

“We’ll get a place close to here,” George said.

“Yeah, we promise,” you added.

“But-” John started.

“John, it’s time.” your boyfriend said.

“Yeah but-”

“We don’t want you to leave!” Paul said, repeating what the older man had said earlier.

“It’s kind of funny,” you admitted. Ringo, Paul and John shot you a confused ‘what-do-you-mean’ look.

“How?”

“I dunno…” you said suddenly aware of how stupid it was for you to say that. “Just that, he’s the youngest and leaving first.”

“Oh my God- He’s the youngest,” Ringo said as he remembered how young George was, you opened your mouth slightly and looked at George who shook his head, laughed and kissed your cheek. Meanwhile, the guys were all hugging each other and on the brink of tears.

“Sorry?” you offered but it only made it worse.

“Come here yn, I’ll help you get settled in,” George said, you nodded and followed him into your new, shared room. He helped you out by putting all your clothes away and other stuff you had brought along.

For the next month, the two of you looked for a flat. It had to be close to his old flat and to the studio because of the guys. They weren’t much help either, whenever you took them with you to check out a place they would just point out everything bad, even if there was nothing bad.

“Guys if we don’t find anything near here-” George started.

“You won’t move!” finished Paul with a big smile making you giggled.

“No love, we just won’t move near here.” you corrected.

“What-” John tried to say with his mouth slightly opened.

“I thought I was your love,” George said faking to be hurt.

“Oh shush Geo, you know you are,” you said, waving your hand at George before continuing. “We mean that we will have to find a place that isn’t close to here.”

“Why don’t you just stay here with us?” asked Ringo with a pout.

“Because we need privacy, Ringo,” George explained.

“We don’t care if you guys fuck every night,” John said with a cheeky grin. You reached over to playfully hit him on the side before rolling your eyes.

“But we don’t,” Paul said.

“Or if you want to go naked around the house,” John added with a wink, you were about to hit him again when he added one more thing. “Well just you yn, we don’t want to see you naked Geo.”

“John!” you hissed making him laugh. “Anyways, we found a place. It down the street from here.”

“And we are going to check it out now, you can come if you behave,” George said. The three boys nodded and followed you out of the flat.

The place was amazing, it was close to the old flat, the studio and it even had a little cafe/record store downstairs. You could have pets, which you loved, and it had everything you wanted. It had two guest rooms, one will be used for band practice. The kitchen had the perfect colours, there was even a window seat in your room and a fire escape just like you saw in movies.

“We’ll take it,” George said after seeing your face light up.

“I’m afraid it’s a little higher than what you guys were looking for.” the real estate agent said. You looked over at George and he smiled gently.

“Doesn’t matter, yn loves it so we’ll take it.”

“But Geo-” you were about to complain when George took you to the kitchen and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Love, money isn’t an issue, okay?” you looked up to him and nodded. “If this is what you want then I want it, even if you didn’t want this flat I would want it as well, okay?” you nodded again and George leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re taking it then?” asked Ringo as George singed a paper, they had just left one of the guest’s bedroom.

“Yeap,” you said with a big smile.

“I love it,” John admitted.

“Me too,” added Paul.

“Me three,” Ringo said.

“You do?” you said faking being shocked.

“Oh shush.”

It took you a week to get everything there and settled in. The boys helped as much as they could and whenever they did they were sure you both knew how sad they were. They would drag themselves across the flat pretending the boxes weighed tons. It made you and George laughed but you avoided doing it in front of them in case they started crying… Again…

“That’s it!” George said while you looking at your shared home. He had his arm around your waist pulling you close and you were standing in front of the door to see everything, you smiled up to him and kissed him.

“That’s it,” you confirmed.

meeting your parents…

March 1963

You looked at George as he cooked you breakfast and thought about his family, about how you had never met them. Hell, he hadn’t met your parents either. You had talked to them about him, you talked to about him a lot. Technically you had both met each other’s parents but not while being in a relationship so meeting them again would be different.

“Geo,” you said after a while of thinking.

“Yeap?” he asked without looking up from the bacon.

“Don’t you think we should meet each other’s parents?” you told him, he looked up from the food, leaned against (a safe spot) the counter and arched an eyebrow.

“What do you mean? You’ve met my parents and I’ve met yours.” George said.

“Yes, yes I know. But not while dating, y’know?”

“We’re dating?” he jokingly asked with a serious face. You playfully rolled your eyes and lowered your head as you laughed. George chuckled at your reaction and laughed alone.

“George!” you said after the laughter died down.

“Jokes aside, okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, we should have dinner and get them to know each other. Maybe here so they can see the new place.” you nodded at his proposition and ate the food he had set in front of you.

After cleaning up and getting ready for the day you could your parents and told them about the plan. “So mum, tell dad that you guys can come over Friday evening for dinner. You can officially meet George, see our new place and meet his parents.”

“That sounds lovely yn, we’ll make it,” she said, you gave her your address before hanging up and handing the phone to George. He thanked you and told his parents the same thing.

When Friday finally came you were very excited. You knew your parents liked George and, deep down, you knew George’s parents liked you but you wanted everything to be perfect. You put the food in the oven before taking a shower and getting ready. Once you had your outfit on you came out to see George setting the table.

“You’re home?” you asked, George turned to look at you and whistled. You blushed and spun around to show your outfit.

“No, I’m still at the studio.” he joked, you playfully smacked him in the arm and helped him set the table so he could get changed.

At 8:00pm you heard the doorbell ring. You and George went over to the door to open it. Behind the door were both of your parents, apparently, they had met each other in the building’s reception. You hugged them all and let them into your home.

“Give us a tour!” your mum said.

“Yes please.” George’s mum added.

“Okay mum and Mrs Harrison, just leave your coats with me and I’ll show you around.”

“Call me Louise.” smiled George’s mum as she, and your mum, shimmed off their coats. You smiled back and hanged up their coats before turning to your dad and Mr Harrison.

“Dad and Mr Harrison, would you like to join us?” you asked politely, George was about to burst out in laughter and your politeness. You were a kind person but you seemed so posh right now it was very amusing to him. As discreetly as you could you kicked George who was standing next to you. He muffled his groan and faked a smile.

“You can call me Harold yn.”

“And I think we’ll go have a couple of beers in the living room with George.” your dad finished as he placed his hand on George's shoulder. You smiled at them both and nodded.

“Okay then, Louise and mum, follow me.” the six of you parted ways and you began with the kitchen.

“Oh it’s so lovely.” your mum said as he ran her hand over the counters.

“It really is.” you smiled at Louise and led them to the living room where the guys were. Your mum and Louise looked around and pointed out the things they liked. You smiled down at George and kissed his head before heading over to your room. You gushed over the window seat and led them over to the guest room.

“Where you would stay if you ever came to visit,” you said with a big smile.

“We sure will,” Louise said.

“And us!” your mum added.

You led them to the last room, the other ‘guest room’ after closing the door behind you.

“This is meant to be a guest room but we turned it into a practice room for George, Ringo, John and Paul,” you explained. Louise and your mum nodded and looked around the room. There were a couple guitars and basses hanged up and some in stands.

“That’s a lot of guitars.” your mum said with a soft chuckle.

“Yeap, Geo’s collecting them,” you told them as you leaned against the wall. Louise went over to them to inspect them.

“This was his first one!” she said with a smile, probably remembering the moment she handed it to him.

“I think he loves it more than he loves me,” you said with a fake hurt look, your mum and his laughed at your joke.

“Drum kit for Ringo?” your mum asked as she pointed at the kit in the far right corner.

“Yeah, he has a couple. One for their old place, another for the studio, one for here… It would be complicated if he had to keep on moving the kit around, y’know?”

“Oh… Paul’s piano?” Louise asked, you looked over and saw she was staring at the black, upright piano.

“Erm not exactly. He is the one who plays the most in the band but I also play,” you revealed.

“And she’s a great player.” your mum complimented, you blushed and thanked her.

“Please play!” Louise said.

“It’s been a while…”

“Come on yn!” insisted your mother, you finally gave in and went to sit on the piano. Slowly and carefully you lifted the piano’s fallboard. Your hands ghosted over the keys as you thought of what to play. With a smile, you began to play “Do You Want To Know A Secret”.

(Back in the living room)

“Is that the piano?” his father asked as he sat up. George concentrated on the music and smiled when he realised it was you playing the song he sang.

“Yes, yes it is and it’s yn playing. Dad and Mr- I mean y/d/n, would you like to go and watched her play?” he asked while he stood up.

“Sure.” your dad said, he also got up and followed George and Harold into the music room. George leaned against the wall and watched her play with a big smile.

“Listen, do you want to know a secret?” sang George as he went over to you, you looked up from the piano for a moment and smiled up at him. He smiled back and sat down next to you on the piano’s stool. “Do you promise not to tell?” he kissed your cheek as your fingers moved from note to note.

As he sang the rest of the song his eyes bounced from you to your fingers. He loved the looked that you had on your face, how you looked so concentrated yet so graceful. Just like your fingers, they danced around the white and black keyboard as graceful as a ballet dancer. They somehow knew exactly were to be at all times.

“Let me whisper in your ear (doo da do)…” he leaned towards you and whispered in your ear. “Say the words you long to hear…” he softly sang, his breath tickled you but you remained focused. “I'm in love with you, ooh, ooh, ooh…” as soon as you both finished both your parents erupted in cheers and applause. You smiled at George before looking up to the rest of the adults.

The rest of the night went by fine, the dinner was amazing and everything loved the food you had cooked. George jokingly tried to take credit for the food but no one was having it. The conversations were following and there weren’t any awkward silences. Louise and Harold loved you and your mum and dad loved George.

first dog…

July 1963

You were walking down the street, hand in hand with George. He was wearing a disguise so when you looked over to him and saw his fake facial hair, glasses and hat you couldn’t help but giggle. George turned to you and caught you staring and laughing, he stuck out his tongue and you laughed, even more, when you saw his fake facial hair stick onto his tongue.

“Not funny,” he muttered but you could see a hint of a smile on his expression.

“If you say so.” you smile at him and he squeezes your hand. You squeezed back before looking forward again. Something to your right catch your eyesight, you turn to look at whatever caught your eyesight and melt. “DOGS!” you exclaimed as you let go of George and pressed yourself against the window.

A small group of beagles is barking up at you but one of them caught your attention. The small pup is at the back playing with his toy and rolling around. You feel as though your heart is melting and look up to your boyfriend. “Geo! Pleaseeeee!” you beg.

“Please what?” he asks even though he knows your answer, he kneels next to you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Can we get a dog?” you ask him with the best puppy eyes you can form, something Paul taught you.

“yn you have to use your eyes, they are perfect for puppy eyes, will get you anything you want.” Paul had told you, you then proceeded to learn how to perfect your technique, that took you an entire afternoon. Whenever George, or Ringo or John, would walk past his room they would be extremely confused. You both sat with your legs crossed on the bed in front of each other making faces at each other.

“Fine,” George said, you cheered and stood up with him. You wrapped your arms around him and smiled onto his shoulder. He hugged you back and followed you into the shop, you heard the little bell ring and a woman appeared from behind the counter.

“May I help you?” she asked.

“We would like to get a dog, that small beagle at the back,” you said while pointing towards the puppy.

“Okay.” she went over to the area they were in and picked him up. “This one?” she asked while she handed you the dog.

“Yes please.” you took him in your hands and cradled him while George went over to pay. The small pup finally let go of the toy, it fell between you and him, and went to lick your face. George asked you a couple of questions of what to buy and once you gave him your opinion he bought them. “He’s so cute!” you told George as you left the store.

“Yes, yes he is,” he said as he kissed the dog’s snout.

“What should we name him?” you asked. “Oh my God, what about George!”

“George?” he asked thinking you were for real.

“Yes and you can be human George,” you said with a straight face, George playfully rolled his eyes at you and continued walking.

“Ha ha, very funny,” George said with a sarcastic laugh. “Martha?”

“George!”

“What? We can have the better Martha.” you jokingly scoffed at him and kissed the little pup.“LSD?” he whispered making your eyes go wide.

“George Harrison I will not name my dog or kid after a drug!” you said causing him to chuckle.

“Ben?” you shook your head. “Thor?” you looked at the dog and shook your head. That’s all you did on your way home, he would come up with a name and you would say no. “Why don’t you do it then?” George asked getting a bit annoyed, not at you especially (he could never get annoyed at you) but at the fact that they couldn’t name the puppy.

“Harold?” he asked as he took out his keys finally giving up.

“Harold?” you said as you looked at the puppy, he waggled his tail and licked the air. “Harold,” you confirmed.

“Perfect,” George said with a big smile before opening the door to let you both in.

first vacation

August 1963

“YN! YN! YN! YN! YN!” yelled George as he came running into the living room, you watched as he jumped around in front of you. He had just finished talking to someone on the phone so you guessed they must have said something.

“George? George? George? George? George?” you said repeating what he had done with your name.

“WE HAVE A HIT!” he screamed as bounced around, you jumped up and bounced with him.

“A HIT?” you asked with a massive smile on your face.

“A HIT!” George confirmed. “LOVE ME DO! AND BRIAN GOT US A HOLIDAY!”

“A HOLIDAY?” he nodded. “Where to?” you asked once you stop bouncing.

“The Bahamas, apparently he wants us to meet with some people there, but I want you to come.” he held your hands and watched as you face broke into a grin.

“Oh my God George, I would love to!”

The flight was in a week so you had enough time to tell your job you were going on a holiday, get clothes and be ready. You got summery clothes which included new swimming suits, short tops, short shorts, short skirts, short dresses and other things you saved just for George.

***

“Wow,” you said as you climbed onto the plane, Brian had gotten you a private jet and you were completely amazed. It had a bar and a dozen, comfortable seats. John had even brought Cynthia along so you weren’t going to get bored if George had to leave.

“We can sit over there.” George said as he led you to one of the ‘booths’. They had two sets of seats facing each other so it resembled a booth. All you could think while you sat down was ‘how are they paying for this’.

But that thought left when the plane took off. The flight wasn’t boring at all, you were either sleeping, reading or talking to George, John, Cynthia, Ringo, Paul or Brian and they all entertained you. When the plane finally landed it was night time, the flight was 12 hours after all. You were very tired but George held you up.

The hotel rooms looked amazing, it was a shared suite so all of you shared a living room, dining room and kitchen but you all had your individual rooms which all had access to the shared area. All you wanted to do was sleep. George helped you get changed and ready before he tucked you into the bed. “Night my love,” he whispered as you dozed off and he couldn’t help but gently laugh when you stuck out your arms so he could cuddle with you. George quickly got changed and ready and joined you in bed, holding you close until you fell asleep.

It took you all a while to get used to the new timings but in 2 days everything was fine. You had around a week with George before the meetings and whatnot started, so you enjoyed it. During the day you would dress in revealing dressed or short skirts to tease George, in turn, he would drag you back to your room every five minutes to fuck you senseless.

Today the six of you were going out for a hike to a secluded waterfall a local had told you about last night during dinner. You were very excited but you didn’t forget the fact you wanted to tease George. So you got ready that morning, you put on shorts and a tank top, nothing too special but you had a plan…

The six of you were halfway done with the hike when you put to work your plan. Cynthia was walking up first, in front of John, then there was you, George, Paul and Ringo. You stopped and called Cynthia so she would stop. “Is everything alright love?” asked George as he slightly panted.

“It’s really hot.” you pouted, you went over to George and made the best puppy eyes you could.

“I’m sorry love but there’s nothing I can do,” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“True.” you were about to continue walking when you stopped. “But there’s something I can do.” you winked at him and very slowly took off your top to reveal your bikini, his eyes went wide and they didn’t leave your breasts and they slowly bounced out of your top. He was looking over the top of his sunglasses. You could feel Ringo’s and Paul’s eyes nailed on you but you didn’t mind. “Could you hold this for me?” you asked as you stuck out your hand with that the top was in.

“W-what?” George said shaking his head to clear it.

“Geo, could you hold this for me?” you innocently asked as you waved the tank top in front of him.

“S-sure.” he stuttered as he took it, you looked behind him and smiled at the guys. George turned around to see what you were looking and saw that his two friends were staring at you like hungry dogs. “You wankers! Look away!” George snapped angrily, you giggled and turned back around. You winked at Cynthia and she laughed before continuing. Luckily John wasn’t looking at you, he only had eyes for Cynthia.

Soon enough you reached the waterfall, you jumped excitedly making sure your boobs bounced. You felt three pairs of eyes looking at you but you only cared about one. “Let’s go swim!” you said. “George could you please get your friends to stop looking at my tits?” you asked innocently making John and Cynthia laugh, Ringo and Paul blush and George get angry.

“You fucking wankers, what did I fucking tell you?” George yelled as he chased them around. You laughed as Ringo and Paul ran away from George. You thought it was funny how scared they were of him even though he was the youngest. “Yeah, fucking run, you cowards!”

“Geo, come on,” you said making him stop, he took your extended hand and you pulled him close. “Could you put sunscreen on me?” you handed him the suncream, turned around and pulled your hair to the side. George gently massaged your back with the cream making you softly moan.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” he growled into your ear.

“What do you mean Georgie?” you asked sweetly, he chuckled at your fake innocence. “Thanks!” you said before taking the suncream and shimming off your shorts. You leaned down, making sure George could see your ass, picked up the shorts and folded them neatly before placing them on top of a rock where everyone seemed to had put their stuff. You took out two towels from the bag George had brought and set them out for you two. “I’m going for a swim, okay?” you asked, snapping him out of his trance.

“No you’re not,” he said as he pulled you close to him by holding your hips. George licked his lower lip and looked down at you before pressing you against his boner. You gasped and he smirked. “You feel that, right?” you nodded. “You did this, now you fix it,” he ordered.

You slipped your left hand, since everyone was on your right (either in the water or sitting out), down his swimming suit. He gasped but maintaining eye contact as you began to pump your hand up and down his hard cock. You captured his lips with yours. Your other hand went up to his hair, you played with his hair as his hands slid under your ass to squeeze it.

“Are you close baby?” you whispered.

“Yes.” he panted, he wasn’t lying. After a few more pumps you felt his hot seed spill all over your hand.

You pulled your hand from his boxers and licked it clean. When you sucked on your fingers you were sure to make a “pop” noise as your finger slipped from your mouth. “Want to swim?” you asked. “Maybe I’ll do more to you,” you added before rushing to the edge of the lake but not before feeling George squeeze your ass.

“Cynthia!” you yell as you wave at her. She was with John leaning against the inside of the lake. John had his elbows leaning against the edge with one arm wrapped around Cynthia. You jumped into the water and swam over to them, making sure that when you emerged from the water your hair was slicked back.

“Hey yn.” she smiled when you were in front of her.

“Hey,” John added.

“Hey,” you respond, you hear another splash and know George has joined you but you don’t bother looking. You feel a pair of arms wrap around you, you turn your head to the side slightly to kiss George.

“Hey there,” he whispers in your ear.

“Hi,” you whisper back before turning to Cynthia and John. You start a conversation with them about the holiday.

“Oh yes, the rooms are lovely,” Cynthia said.

“The sheets are so soft,” you say and you’re about to add something else when you feel two fingers slip under your bikini’s bottom.

“What were you going to say, love?” George teased.

“Nothing.” you whimpered.

“Oh ok.” he innocently said. John and Cynthia gave you a weird look before continuing with the conversation.

“So, anyway, I was thinking that we could have dinner at this restaurant I read about,” Cynthia said just as George slipped inside of you two of his skinny, long, skilled fingers. You nod since you don’t trust your voice.

“Paul! Ringo!” George called out. “Why don’t you join us?” you muffled a moan with a cough and George knows exactly what’s going on. When Ringo and Paul join you George has three fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb is circling your clit. George’s left hand is on your stomach holding you up.

“Hey guys, whatcha talking about?” Paul asked as he looked around.

“This restaurant Cynthia read about,” John explained.

“Nice.” Paul nodded and joined the conversation with Ringo.

“Is everything okay yn?” Ringo asked when he saw your face.

“Y-yeap,” you said as quickly as you could seeing that everyone was looking now.

“She’s fine, right love?” George asked making you nod and fake a smile. Ringo shrugged it off and continued the conversation. It was taking everything in you not moan George’s name. “Should teach you not to tease me,” George growled in your ear.

“I’m so sorry daddy,” you whispered just so he could hear.

“Sorry won’t cut it,” George says as he moves away from the group, they don’t seem to notice and if they do then they don’t say anything. He moves you to the other side of the lake and leans against the wall. You’re close and he knows it.

“I’m close Mr Harrison.” you groan softly.

“Cum for me you little tease,” he says as he speeds up his movements. You let the pleasure wash over you as your walls clench around his fingers. You groan and his other flies to cover your mouth. “Don’t want them to know what we’re up to, right?” you nod and George continues with his movements as you cum all over his fingers. Once your orgasm is over he slips them out and licks them clean.

George flips you around so your legs are wrapped around his waist. He kisses you and slides his arms around your waist and over your ass. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forearms on his shoulders. “You’re so fucking hot. I just have to fuck you,” he growled making you shiver as he proceeds to pepper kisses all over you. “Do you think you can take my cock? Huh?” you nod once more and kiss his lips. “You’re such a pretty little girl. Now aren’t ya? But you’re also a tease and daddy doesn’t like that, because these tits-” he grabs each one. “-are mine, got it? Only for me, for me to suck on, for me to grab, for me to look, for me to cum on.” you shiver once more and nod frantically.

Your hand goes in between you so you could sink onto his cock but he slapped your hand away. “No touching, I’m in charge, got it?”

“Yes daddy,” you said.

“Good girl.” he took his cock out and wrapped his hand around his cock and lifted you with his free hand. Then he moved your bikini to the side and lined himself, you sunk down taking him all in. “Such a good girl.” he groaned once he was fully in. “Taking me in so well, you’re such a good girl for daddy, now aren’t ya?”

“Yes daddy, only for you,” you say as you begin to move, you place your hands on his back to steady yourself. With each movement, a wave of pleasure washed over you. George began to buck his hips upwards to hit a deeper angle.

“Shhh,” he said when you moaned.

“Is everything alright over there?” Cynthia called out, you went red but luckily George would cover for you.

“Yeah! She’s just a bit tired.” George lied, you mentally thanked him and kissed his shoulder.

“Do you want to head back?” she asked with a worried look on her face, you could feel them all look at you.

“Do you want to head back?” George asked you but he already knew the answer, and you knew he knew because of that smug look on his face.

“No, I’m good, just want to spend time with George!” you said turning around, you just wanted this to be over because you needed to move and you weren’t lying, you did want to spend time with George.

“Stop being so sappy!” teased John, you stuck out your tongue to him and returned to George. He was looking behind you and as soon as they all returned to the conversation he looked back to you.

“Come on baby girl, move,” he said as he lifted his thighs so you would move. You obeyed and began rocking your hips. When you began to get close George rubbed circles on your clit. “You still on the pill?” he groaned. “I’m ready to cum.”

“Yes, Geo, I am,” you said with a small giggle which was cut short by a soft, low moan. “And I’m ready too.” he quickened his pace and you clenched around his twitching dick. It only took a couple more movements for you to both cum at the same time. You leaned against his shoulder looking like a panting mess.

“Did you like that?” he said as he kissed your neck and jaw.

“Yes George, I loved it.” you giggled.

“Do you want to go back with the guys and Cynthia?” he asked, you felt him slip out and tuck himself back in making you whimper at the loss of contact. “You alright?” George asked when he heard the noise you made but as soon as he figured out why he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Miss my cock inside of you, huh?” he taunted.

“Oh shut it.” you rolled your eyes and began to swim away but George caught your foot and pulled you close.

“You’re not escaping me!” he said dramatically as he stood up and puffed his chest out even more dramatically. You squealed and giggled as George jumped up high and into the water to your right side. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you under the water where he began to press kisses all over you.

“I so am!” you said as soon as you emerged from the water. You swam as fast as you can away from him and back to the group. Cynthia had been watching you and was a laughing mess. “Agh!” you screamed as you felt George touch your leg but you managed to escape. You swam behind Paul and latched on to him and hid behind him making him laugh. George emerged from the water and began to look for you the way a father would look for his daughters during hide and seek.

“Have you guys seen yn?” George jokingly asked and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Nope.” lied Cynthia, her eyes wandering over to you.

“Neither have I,” John added.

“I ain’t no snitch,” Ringo said in a fake accent making you all laugh.

“Good luck finding her though.” Paul smiled at George and continued what he was doing earlier on. You didn’t see, or hear, it but George went under the water and swam behind you. It was too late when you noticed he was gone, you looked over Paul’s shoulder with a massive grin but it fell as soon as you noticed George wasn’t there.

“George?” you asked to the empty spot the used the be in. “Geo-” you were about to call out his name again when you felt two strong hands pull you away from Paul. “GEORGE!” you squealed as he dragged you away and planted a hundred kisses on your neck.

“What is it my love?” he asked as he laughed at your reaction. “I caught you.”

“Yes you did,” you said with a massive smile before turning around to wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you felt his arms slither around your was it and land on the small of your back. He smiled back at you, a smile so big you could see all his teeth. “You look like a vampire.”

“Maybe I am.” he joked with a mysterious smirk.

“Oooooooo, I’m so scared! But you wouldn’t hurt me, right?” you joke as you look down on him. He picked you up and pushed you up so his mouth is by your stomach. George kissed your stomach making you giggle.

“Of course I wouldn’t, I’ll always protect you, my love, because I love you so much.”

“Wish I could say the same.” you teased, he dropped you so your faces were at the same level and you squealed. “I’m only joking, I love you too,” you said with a smile.

“Stop being so sappy!” John said again.

“John leave them alone.” Cynthia scolded at her boyfriend.

“To be young and in love.” Ringo sighed as he fell back and floated on the water, you turned around while sitting holding onto George.

“Oh Ringo I love you too,” you said making him flash you a goofy grin.

“What about me?” Paul asked with a fake pout.

“Of course I love you too Paulie,” you told him with another smile.

“And me?” Cynthia asked joining in on the joke.

“And you Cynthia.”

“And me?” John asked with a cheeky grin.

“Well not you Johnny, sorry,” you answered with an equally cheeky grin.

“yn!” he scoffed faking being hurt.

“I’m only joking John, I love you too and I love you all,” you said as you waved your hand around.

“But you love me most, right?” George asked as he pushed you upwards so he could get your attention.

“I dunno…” you faked being deep in thought and grabbed your chin with your index finger and thumb. “It’s a tie.” you finally said.

“Between who and who?” asked Ringo as he stood back up.

“George…” you trailed off after moving George’s fringe from his face.

“And?” prompted Paul.

“And Harold,” you said with a smile that matched George’s.

“Harold?” John asked with a shocked tone.

“You prefer a dog over me?” asked Cynthia.

“He’s my kid!” you protest.

“Oh please, he’s a dog!” Paul said before shaking his head.

“Next time don’t ask.” you snap.

“But I’m your third favourite, right?” asked Ringo gaining everyone’s attention.

“What? No! It’s me!” Paul protested.

“You’re all my favourites.” you laughed at how far they were taking this. “Lets move on, okay?” they nodded reluctantly and a grinning George took you back to the group. You let go of him and swam around so you could latch onto his back.

At lunchtime you all got out to have the lunch you had packed and once more George cashed Ringo and Paul around for looking at you for too long. John and Cynthia found it amusing but you found it sweet. He finally came back with Ringo and Paul by his side and they both apologised to you but you didn’t really care.

“It’s fine lads, now lets eat, please,” you said as you patted your side so George could sit next to you. He sat next to you, crossed his legs and leaned over to you to kiss your cheek.

The lunch went by quickly and after everything was eaten (mostly by George), cleaned up and packed you all decided to take some photos for memories before heading back to the hotel. George took out his camera and started taking shots of you, you were a bit shy at first but when you warmed up you started doing funny poses making him laugh.

He did manage to get some shots of you off guard, of you looking at someone else and laughing at their joke, of you looking at nothing specifically, of you looking beautiful. George even got one of you jumping into the water, swimming and getting out. Of your hot body (his words) dripping with water.

“George!” you scolded when you saw him take more pictures.

“What? I want photos of my hot girlfriend,” he said as he shrugged and continued taking photos.

“If I see anyone with those I will steal your cigarettes and ban you from sex for a week, got it?” you snapped lowly at him.

“Love, don’t you know I don’t like sharing?” he smirked.

The rest of the holiday was spent doing fun activities until George and the guys had to go to meetings. He would leave early in the morning and come back at night leaving you and Cynthia alone but you didn’t seem to mind at all, it was actually pretty fun having out with Cynthia. You two would hike, sit and read by the pool, explore and do whatever activities were available in the hotel.

One day you were laying by the pool tanning with Cynthia when the sun suddenly disappeared, you scrunched up your eyebrows and opened your eyes. “The sun disappe- George!” you said once your eyes were open.

“Hi love, just finished my last meeting.” he went around the sunbed and kneeled by your side.

“Last meeting?” you repeated as though you didn't believe it, to your side John and Cynthia were talking.

“Yeap, I’m all yours now,” he said with a wink.

“All mine?” you repeated as you smirked, hundreds of dirty thoughts went to your brain.

“Do you want to get out of here?” George whispers after he leaned close to you. You nodded and followed George out of the pool.

Lets just say you definitely enjoyed the rest of the holidays.

But your favourite part had to be the last day when your whole life changed…

“I have a special dinner planned for you tonight and today you’re going to a spa with Cynthia, okay?” was the first thing George said to you the morning before the last day.

“What?” you asked your rubbed your eyes.

“I have a special dinner planned-” George began to repeat.

“Yes, I heard you but why don’t you come with me?” you sat up and stretched, George was by the bathroom’s door watching you. “Not that I don’t want to go with Cynthia, of course not.” you quickly added making George chuckle, he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to you.

“I still have some things to do, but I’ll see you tonight.”

After getting ready you met with Cynthia in the lobby. It was a very fun and relaxing day. First up was a massage, which was amazing. Then you went to get a mani-pedi and lastly, you went to get your hair done. You had no idea what was in store for you because George had planned the day but you enjoyed it all.

You and Cynthia spent the whole day giggling and gushing over your boyfriends. You told her stories of your relationship with George and she did the same but with John.

“George sounds adorable,” Cynthia said as you got your nails done.

“He is!” you thought of all your moments with George and blushed. “He’s so nice and kind and gentle.” well not during sex you thought. “And I melted when he let me stay over at his when my heater broke, all the guys are lovely.”

When the day was done Cynthia dragged you to a shop in the hotel and practically forced you to buy a fancy dress. “For dinner tonight! Didn’t Geo said it was going to be fancy?” she said as she shoved dresses onto you and pushed you to the changing room.

She was right, he did say that and you had nothing that you would wear to a fancy dinner. In the end, you bought a nice, short, silver dress and a matching pair of heels. Once you had paid for everything you said goodbye to Cynthia and went to your room expecting to see George there but all you found was a note on your bed.

“Hey there love, get ready and head down to the reception.” you read before going to get ready. You slipped on the dress and put your heels on and went downstairs to the reception of the hotel. There you saw Paul wearing a suit and a big smile.

“Hey yn, you look stunning,” he said, his arm extended.

“Thank you, Paul, is this all part of George’s plan?” you asked after looping your arm with his.

“Yes, now come this way.” Paul led you through the reception and out of the hotel then he went down a stone path and through a couple of low hanging trees. Finally, you reached a small and secluded area next to a river, there was a round table set with candles. “Here we are,” he said as he let go of you, you smiled at him, thanked him and kissed him goodbye before walking to the table.

You heard voices behind you and turned around to see what was going on, George was thanking Paul. When he saw you he smiled and walked over to you to kiss you. He pulled out a chair for you and helped you sit down before walking over to the other side and sitting down.

“Did you enjoy your day?” George asked you.

“Yeah.” you were still shocked by all of this, you were about to open your mouth about when a waiter appeared (it seemed like he appeared out of nowhere) and served you both wine, you thanked him and he left.

“What were you going to say?” George set his hand over yours and you looked back at him.

“You did all this for me?”

“Of course, I would do anything for you yn. I love you so much.” he smiled.

“Aww, George…” you leaned over to kiss him. “I love you too, I love you so much.”

A couple of waiters came over and set down food, your favourite food in fact. You looked up to George and saw his massive grin, he sure was in for a treat later on… The dinner went by quickly, way too quickly for either of your likings but that’s what happens when you’re having fun. When dessert came, also your favourite, things slowed down.

“This was all delicious,” you said after eating the last piece of (your favourite dessert).

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” George was smiling, smiling so much you thought he was going to rip his face.

“What is it Geo?” you asked.

“I need to ask you something.”

“Okay, shoot.” you were a bit taken back, what was he going to ask? George stood up and walked over to your side, he kneeled down on the floor and took something out of his pocket, what was he doing? “George-” but as soon as you saw the diamond inside the box you shut up, your eyes went wide and on of your hands flew to your open mouth.

“yn yln.” he started and you were already in tears. “I love you so much, I love you so much that you can’t even comprehend, you’re the love of my life, you’re it for me and I guess I knew since the moment I met you. There you were sitting alone in The Cavern being hit on by John.” you both laughed at the memory. “I know we haven’t been dating for a year yet but I’m so sure. So now back to my question, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes, George!” you exclaimed as you stood up, George slipped the ring onto your finger and stood up with you. He picked you up and spun you around as he kissed you.“Are you sure though?” you asked him he set you down, he wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you close, you rested your hands on his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asked with a confused look.

“I mean…” you looked down and sighed. “I mean are you sure you want me? You’re on your way to fame, I know it, and you could have any girl, are you sure you want me?”

“yn… I meant it when I said you’re it for me. And I’m sure, I’m so sure.” he chuckled. “Please don’t think that.”

***

“He did it?” asked Ringo as he stood up, you two had finally returned to the hotel and they were waiting in the kitchen of the hotel room. You smiled and stuck out your finger where the ring was, Cynthia rushed over to you and squealed before inspecting your finger.

“Oh my God George, it’s massive!” she said.

A smug smirk formed in George’s face. “Like my coc-” George began but he didn’t finish the sentence because you slapped his shoulder. “Ouch woman!”

“George! No one cares about your cock.” you scolded.

“Not what you said last night,” George said making John, Ringo and Paul howl with laughter.

“GEORGE!” you snapped as you pushed him away, you looked back at your finger and looked at the diamond, Cynthia was still looking at it.

“It’s beautiful.” she gushed.

“It really is,” you said, George smiled at your reaction.

“Now tell me everything.” Cynthia dragged you to the couch and sat you down.

“Congratulations man,” Ringo said as he placed his hand on George's shoulder making him fall forward a little bit.

“Thank you,” George answered.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” Paul said.

“Me too,” added John as they gathered around him.

“Thank you guys, thank you all.”

“Now, who’s going to be the best man?”

first anniversary… September 1963

You woke up early that morning in September, you had been looking forward to this for weeks now, it was your first anniversary. You expected to find George fast asleep by your side but obviously, he had different plans. When you rolled over to look at George you found an empty spot. A wave of fear rushed over you, had he gone to the studio?

But that fear left as quickly as it came because just then George came into the room, he was wearing just his pyjama bottoms and carrying a tray full of food. This bitch, he had stolen your idea! But how could you be mad? He looked so adorable as he walked over to you very concentrated with not dropping anything.

“yn, you’re awake!” he said when he looked up to you.

“George… You shouldn’t have, I wanted to this for you,” you said as you sat up, he set the tray on top of you and helped you put pillows behind you.

“I know, I saw you set an alarm last night.” George smiled and you looked over to your alarm clock, it was long past the time it was meant to go off.

“Did you turn it off?” you asked.

“Yeap, I want you to enjoy this. After all, I have to take care of my fiancé,” he said and with the last word he wiggled his hips.

“You're so silly, now come join me.” you laughed as he went over to your side and joined you in bed.

“Do you like it?” George asked nervously. You looked up from your food and smiled.

“Of course, I love anything you do,” you said before you kissed him. “And thank you so much.”

“My pleasure.”

You finished your breakfast pretty quickly, with help from George of course, and once you were done George picked up the tray and took it to the kitchen to clean up. While you waited for him you decided to give him one of the surprises you had ready for him. Hidden in your wardrobe was a black, lace teddy with a low cut. You quickly changed into it, made the bed and laid back down.

“yn time for-” George stopped as soon as he saw you laid out on the bed wearing what you were wearing.

“What were you saying?” you sat up and crawled over to the end of the bed before getting up and kneeling. He walked over to you, his eyes dark with lust and lips curled into a smug smirk.

“Nothing, now what is this?” he asked, his hands went to your sides pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and giggled.

“This?” you asked. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing you don’t mind me ripping it off you, right?”

“George Harrison you better not rip this off me!” you snapped making him slightly chuckle. “Do you have any idea how much this cost?”

“I’m sorry love, I’ll take good care of it,” he said as he began kissing you, his kisses moved down, down your jaw, down your neck, down your breasts. He was about cup one when you stopped him.

“Geo.” you moaned. “Stop.”

“Stop?” that was new, you always loved whatever he did. “Did I do something wrong?” his confidence seemed to vanish and you felt horrible.

“What? No! But today is for you, okay? You made me breakfast and now it’s my turn to please you.” you explained and just like that his confidence came back.

“My pretty girl wants to please me?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed.

“Yes daddy, I want to please you,” you answered, you spun him around and pushed him onto the bed.

“What am I going to do?” George had that same smug smirk on his face, he placed his hands behind his head as though he was at the beach. You crawled over to him, making sure he could see your cleavage, and pulled down his pyjama bottoms. He was already hard and his dick sprung out and hit his stomach.

“Already so hard?” you teased.

“What do you except, if you were something like that…” he said.

You laughed at his repose and took him in your hand, you pumped his dick a couple of times before kissing the tip. He shuddered at the contact-making you smirk, you and only you had this effect on him. “Don’t get cocky,” George warned when he noticed your smirk. “Or do you want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week?” your eyes widened at his dirty talk.

“Yes, I do,” you answered quite boldly, he was about to flip you over when you pressed your hands onto his chest. “But not quite yet.” you tutted and lowered your head, you flipped your hair to the side and looked up to George as you slipped his dick into your mouth.

“Oh my- yn…” he moaned as you took him all in, your tongue swirled around his cock making his hips snap forward pushing himself deep down your throat. Normally you would have gagged but you forced yourself not to. “yn, you- you take me in so well, don’t you? You didn’t even gag, what a good girl.”

Your eyes were watering slightly and your mascara, which you had applied for this, was running down your cheeks just like George liked it. He was more than ready to cum but he held on. His hands went to your hair to guide your movements, your mouth went up and down his dick and you hollowed your cheeks.

You played with his balls and wrapped your hand around whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth and squeezed it. George was still looking at you deep in your eyes, his mouth hanged open a little bit as moans escape it. His head fell back when it all became too much and he pushed your head down on himself.

“I’m close baby.” he moaned making you hum, the vibrations pushed him even closer. “I’m so clo-” but George couldn’t finish that sentence, hot ribbons of cum spilt down your throat, you continued moving your head up and down sucking him through his orgasm. He tapped your head twice and you lifted your head, a trail of cum joining your mouth and the tip of his cock.“You- You look so hot right now.” he panted, you innocently wiped your mouth with the back of your and crawled over to you. You straddle him and slowly rocked your core onto his cock.

“Really?” you sweetly asked.

“Really,” he confirmed as his hands went to your hips to guide you. “Why don’t we take this off?” George asked.

“Why don't you?” he laughed at your response and unzipped the back of the lingerie all while you continued riding him. George slowly slipped the teddy off and you lifted yourself so you could fully take it off. “Wow.”

“Eyes are up here Geo,” you said with a serious tone.

“Yeap but mine are on your tits.” he shrugged before leaning forward to kiss them, he wrapped his lips around one and massaged the other one. After taking turns, and leaving you a moaning mess, he moved back up to your lips. “Glad they were down there?” George asked.

“Oh shush,” you said before lifting yourself and lining his cock to your entrance. Slowly you lowered yourself, a moan escaping your lips the further down you went. “Oh my God.”

“George is just fine.” teased George as he began to move your hips.

“Shush.” you rolled your eyes at him and began to move a bit faster. George had a pained look on his face, you knew he loved being in charge and you loved it too but you wanted to try it, just this once. You rolled your hips, moving up and down and so did your tits.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” George complimented. “Ready to cum?” he laughed when he felt your walls clench around him, you nodded and arched your back when he hit that one spot. “Come on baby, cum for me, cum around my cock.” George lifted one of his hands from your hips and put it on your back to pull you close. Your bodies touched and your lips joined just as you let loose.

“Don’t stop!” you moaned as you orgasmed, George sure as hell wasn’t going to stop. When he heard your pretty moans he joined you with your orgasm.

“Oh my- Baby you’re amazing but we’re not done,” George said as you laid on his chest.

“We better not be,” you warned and squealed when he flipped you over without slipping out.

“Sure as hell not, now it’s my turn to please you and I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week,” George growled as he began to thrust into you. With each movement, you let a high pitched, sweet moan. He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. The room was filled with skin on skin noises, moans and creaking from the bed and you were sure the neighbours were going to file a complaint (if they hadn’t already).

“George, I’m close.” you squeaked as he continued to relentlessly smash into you.

“Me too love,” he growled, your walls clenched around his cock once more and after a couple more snaps of his hips you came. “You feel so good, so tight around my co-” George shut his eyes, he was close. “I’m close.” he continued pounding into you but his movements got sloppier and you felt him cum in you once more.

He slipped out of you and you shivered at the loss of contact. George stepped back to watch as his cum dripped out of you. You propped yourself up on your shoulders to look at him. “George, I hope you’re not done,” you said.

“Sure as hell not,” he responded. “Turn around, on your knees and hands.” you obeyed his orderers and sighed as he slipped back in but that sigh was short-lived, George continued to go into you and he hit a new angle. You cried out his name in pleasure.

“Oh my George.”

“That’s better.” he joked, you would have slapped him but he was too far away.

“Move!” you pleaded, he gripped onto your hips harshly, his fingers digging deep surely leaving marks behind, and started to move. You groaned at each thrust and so did he. You were so sensitive from your last orgasm that you were ready to cum and when you told George so he continued slamming into you. With each deep hit, you were pushed further to the edge and soon enough you were seeing stars.

George continued and held you up as you rode you through your orgasm. He pounded into you a couple more times and joined you with your orgasm, he felt as though he were floating around in ecstasy (so don’t! stop! me! now!). Slowly his movements decreased and he collapsed on your side. To your dismay, he slipped out making you feel empty but he made it up to you by wrapping an arm around you and sticking on to you.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling and planning the wedding, both your mother and his wanted to go dress shopping with you and it was all getting too much. There were way too many people nagging you with wedding details and chilling with George and planning it was exactly what you needed. And of course, there was more sex, so much you could barely walk which sucked because you had dinner with the guys that night.

“Is everything okay with yn?” asked Cynthia when you came in lipping and holding onto George.

“Yeap, everything’s fine, just fell,” you grunted as George set you down with a little snicker, you slapped him as discretely as you could.

“You better be careful around your wedding day,” Cynthia warned you.

“Yes Cynthia, I’m careful,” you assured her, George sat down next to you and placed his hand on your thigh. “Don’t you fucking dare move that closer to me,” you whispered.

“I would never!” George said, what a lie. Around 20 minutes into the dinner his hand started to move closer to you, more specifically your core. You gasped as his fingers hovered about your heat and started feeling that familiar knot forming.

“George,” you warned without breaking eye contact with Paul.

“What is it?” he asked quietly.

“Stop- stop it.”

“Stop what?” George teased.

“If you’ll excuse me I’m going out for a smoke,” you announced much louder and stood up. You marched out of the room the restaurant had provided you six for privacy.

“I guess I’ll go too,” George said as he too stood up.

“George don’t fuck!” John called out, George flipped him off and followed you out.

“We better fuck,” George growled in your ear once you were out of ear-shot.

“No, I’m going out for a smoke. If you want to cum you have your hand.” you kissed his cheek and stepped outside where you lit a cigarette with a proud, satisfied smirk on your face.

“yn!” complained George. “Please?”

“No, I could barely walk here and I think we need to lay off the sex until the wedding.” what a lie, you would never do that.

“What?!”

“You heard me Geo, no more sex until the wedding.” you took a drag of your cigarette and blew the smoke out. He took a cigarette out for himself and lit it.

“Fine.” he huffed.

“Fine,” you repeated.

After finishing your cigarette you left George and went back in. The rest of the dinner went by pretty smoothly. When dessert came John insisted he should make a toast. He stood up and tapped his glass with his fork, even though he already had everyone's attention.

“Here’s to me!” he said as he raised his glass.

“To you?” you asked as you lowered your glass.

“Yes, because if it wasn’t for me George would have never gone up to you,” John explained with a big smile. “You see, I ‘flirted’ with you because I knew George liked you.” he continued.

“Liked you? More like loved you.” Paul added, you turned to George who was blushing like mad.

“Yes, loved you, everything was yn this, yn that and when he didn’t know your name it was that pretty girl this, that pretty girl that,” Ringo said.

“Really Geo?” you teased as you poked his sides.

“Oh shush.”

“Anyways, if it weren’t for me he wouldn’t have gone up to you and talked to you, so you’re welcome,” John said before sitting down.

“What a lie, I would have eventually gone to her,” George said.

“Sure Geo, whatever you say.” John rolled his eyes and drank his drink.

wedding… March 1964

You looked into the store’s mirror and patted down the dress. It was beautiful, it truly was but it wasn’t you. You shook your head making your mum, George’s mum, Cynthia, and the other people you brought along groan. “Isn't that the tenth one?” asked Cynthia.

“Yes but it just doesn’t feel like me!”

“It’s fine love, you’ll find your own one.” the store’s worker said as she helped you get off the little stand. You smiled weakly at your guests before going back into the changing room. The lady helped you out of the dress and you slipped on your robe.

“Is it okay if I check out some dresses by myself?”

“Of course darling.” you thanked her before slipping out of the chaining room and wandering through the store. You flipped through what seemed like hundreds and hundreds of dresses but found nothing, maybe you should come alone or with someone else? The boys popped into your mind, they would be a great help. “Found anything?” asked the lady when you came back in.

“No but I think I’ll come back tomorrow with another set of eyes,” you explained. “Just don’t tell them,” you added as you pointed at the girl's direction.

“No worries, your secret is safe with me.”

“What are you doing dress in your clothes?” your mum said when you came into where they were.

“I didn’t find anything so maybe I’ll come back alone.”

You headed back home after saying goodbye to everyone. When you came inside George was there with the rest of the guys, just what you needed. You could ask them now to come with you.

“Got the dress?” asked George when he heard you come in. Something changed in you, when you saw him with that big, excited smile all you wanted to do was cry and that’s what you did. “Aw love why are you crying?” he said as he engulfed you in a hug.

“I- I don’t have a dress!” you cried and heard three sets of footsteps come up to you.

“What's wrong with yn?” Ringo asked when he saw George wrapped around you, your head was hidden by his arms. You cuddled further into his chest and let out another sob.

“I don’t know, she just said she doesn’t have a dress,” George said with a very confused tone.

“yn don’t cry, you’ll find one,” Paul said in a soft voice.

“Yeah… but whenever I come out with one everyone is stressing me,” you explain as you lift your head.

“Then go alone,” Ringo said.

“Well… I was thinking maybe you guys could come with me.”

“Us?” Paul asked excitedly.

“But I’m not meant to see the dress till the wedding day.”

“Well, not you George, just John, Paul and Ringo.”

“Oh so you don’t want me there,” George said with a fake hurt tone.

“George!” you groaned.

“I’m only messing with you.” he leaned down and kissed you before wiping your tears away. “Better?” you nodded and followed him into the living room.

“So when are we going?” asked John.

“Tomorrow? Is that okay with all of you.” you looked around as they all nodded.

With them it was much better, each time you stepped out they complimented the hell out of you but when you announced that you didn’t like it they started throwing insults at the dress. “Didn’t even like it!” yelled John.

“Ew.”

“My eyes hurt!” Paul shielded his eyes and looked away making you laugh.

“Okay lads, I get it, you don't like the dress.” you laughed before returning to the changing room.

“Much better these three.” the lady, who also took care of you today, said.

“Yeap.”

You tried around 10 more dresses but the 11th was definitely the one. When you stepped out all the boys fell silent, they (and you) were completely speechless. The dress had an a-line skirt and a sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps holding the dress up and it had a really long train. The skirt flowed around you and when you twirled around you felt like a ballerina.

“This is it!” you declared with a massive smile.

“It’s perfect yn,” Paul said after closing his mouth.

“It really is,” Ringo added.

“George is going to get a boner during the wedding.” joked John, you turned around and tried to narrow your eyes at him but you were laughing along with the others.

“Oh shut up!” you managed to say between laughs.

“Everyone having fun?” asked the lady who was kindly helping you, you nodded and your eyes widened when she came with a beautiful, long veil. “May I?” you nodded again and lowered your head so she could clip it on you. “You look stunning, he’s a very lucky guy.”

“Thank you,” you said and you couldn’t help but blush. You looked back to the mirror and saw your three best friends behind you smiling nearly as much as you were.

“Too lucky.” teased John.

“Way too lucky, how did he even get a girl like you?” Paul asked as he sat back, you looked over at John who had a massive smile on his face, you perfectly knew what he was going to say.

“Don’t you dare Lennon!” you warned with a stren finger pointed at him

“IT’S BECAUSE OF ME!” he began completely ignoring your warning, if you weren’t a dress and you would have ran after him but you were so all you could do was throw a shoe at him (which he unfortunately dodged).

***

The night before the wedding you and George decided to go to the hotel where you were going to hold the wedding. The hotel was far from the city and hanging off a cliff with amazing views into the sea, you had planned to have it next to a massive window that overlooked the sea. You and George planned to stay in different rooms but at around 3 am you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Yes?” you called out.

“You're still awake?” it was George.

“Wait a minute, I’ll hide the dress.” you closed the wardrobe’s door and opened the door. His hair was all messy and he was only wearing his long, pyjama bottoms, damn he looked hot.

“Hi.” he sheepishly said as he rubbed his eyes with his palm.

“Hi.” you replied before stepping aside so he could come in. When you closed the door and turned around you saw that George had jumped on your bed.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked as he patted the side next to him. You nodded and joined him, he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close onto his chest.“Same here.” George said, he kissed your head and rubbed your sides making you feel sleepy.

“Goodnight,” you whispered.

“Goodnight,” he replied before falling asleep with you.

The day of the wedding was chaos, there were (what seemed like) hundreds of people rushing in and out of your room helping you get ready. You slipped on your dress and heels before sitting in front of the mirror to get your hair and makeup ready. You opted for a natural, nude makeup look and for your hair you had to strand of hair loosely tied at the back of your head. By 11am you were ready and it was your bridesmaid’s turn.

By midday you were getting stressed, was this what you should do? Was it too early? Was he sure he wanted to marry you? Was this all just one big mistake that you’ll both regret in less than a year? A billion worrying thoughts were drowning you and you felt like crying, you need George and you needed him now.

“Mum!” you cried from your room, immediately your mum, George’s mum and Cynthia rushed into the room, when they say you on the brink of tears they rushed to help you.

“yn, darling, what’s wrong?” your mum asked.

“I- I need George.” you sniffed.

“George? But he can't see you in the dress, not yet.” Cynthia said.

“Please, I’ll go in the wardrobe.” they all looked at each other and nodded.

“We’ll go get him,” Louise whispered, she kissed your head before they all left in search for your future husband.

They ran down the corridor, went to the lift and into George’s room. He was sat on the sofa with Paul, Ringo and John laughing at something John had just said. When he saw his mum, future mum-in-law and Cynthia rush in with worried looks he practically jumped up.

“What’s wrong? Is it yn? What is it? Did she run away? What-” he began shooting questions at the three of them.

“Maybe if you shut up we’ll tell you.” Cynthia snapped earning a snicker from John.

“Sorry, tell me,” George said.

“She just started crying and said she needed you.” your mum explained.

“Did she say why?” George asked as he walked over to them.

“No, just ‘I need George’,” Cynthia said, he nodded and rushed out the room. George pressed the lift’s button a hundred times before hopping in and waiting for the girls to come in. Cynthia pressed the floor’s button, the ride was way too long for George.

“yn?” asked George as he softly knocked on the door.

“George?” you rushed to the door and pressed yourself against it.

“Hi there, is everything alright?”

“No, can you come in?”

“But I can’t see your dress, can’t I?”

“Can’t you wrap something around your eyes?” you heard some shuffling and the door opened. George had his handkerchief over his eyes. “Do want anything bigger?” you laughed.

“Yes please.” you kissed his cheeks and went over to the bathroom where you got out a towel and wrapped it around his eyes.

“Better?”

“Much.” he laughed and reached out for your hand, you took it and went closer to him. “Now, what’s troubling you?” George asked.

“Lets sit down.” you led him to the couch and gently sat him down before sitting down next to him. “It’s just… are you sure?” you saw his bushy eyebrows scrunch up from over the towel.

“What do you mean?” he nervously chuckled.

“Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“This again?” George asked with a softer laugh.

“Yes George, now answer me.”

“I am, I’m one hundred, no, one thousand, no, one million, no, one billion, no, one trillion percent sure.” you fell silent and smiled at him. “And you…?” he asked when you didn’t say anything.

“Me? I’m more than sure.”

“Okay thank God, I don’t want you getting cold feet.” he rubbed your knuckles and lifted your hands to kiss them. “I can’t believe I’m marrying you.”

“Neither can I.”

“You’re so perfect, mesmerising, amazing, smart, kind, precious- Well I could be here all day telling you what’s good about you.” you blushed and his remark.

“And you too Geo, have I ever told you how hot you are? And how talented, sweet, soft, cute, intelligent, generous and overall perfect you are?”

“Aw stop it you’re making me blush.” he joked, you laughed and leaned in to hug him. George rubbed your back as softly as he could and kissed the top of your head. “Everything better now?”

“Much,” you said repeating his earlier words.

“Lets get married then.”

***

You got your makeup fixed and after a quick lunch, you headed downstairs. The hall were everything was being held was slowly filling up, you were waiting in a room to the side so no one could see you. Cynthia, your mum, Louise and your bridesmaids where all with you. A little while later, John, Ringo and Paul came into the room. John went to Cynthia to pepper her with kisses.

“Everyone here?” you asked as nerves filled you up.

“Full house,” Ringo said with a big smile.

In the end, Paul and John were going to both be best man since George knew Paul the longest and John ‘helped them get together’. Ringo was going to be officiating the wedding and was also going to be best man, the third-best man (something you and George mad up while being very, extremely drunk on vodka).

“Last person to come out is you,” Paul said. “JOHN GET OFF CYNTHIA- Sorry yn I’ll be right back. JOHN!” you watched as Paul ran behind you to tear John and Cynthia apart.

“Sorry,” they mumbled but all you did was laugh.

“Lets go then.”

Ringo left first and went to stand at the altar. Then went Paul with one of your bridesmaid, John and Cynthia, Stuart (who George insisted you invite) with another bridesmaid and Pete (who George also wanted to invite) with the last bridesmaid. Your dad came into the room just as your mum was leaving, he smiled down at you and stuck out his arm.

“Ready?” he said.

“Ready,” you confirmed as you looped your arm with his. The room’s doors opened revealing the white carpet you were to walk down. In the end, there was George with his back to you, to his sides were your bridesmaid and the groomsmen. Paul, Ringo and John all looked at you and smiled, you looked so beautiful. Behind Ringo there was a massive window with amazing views to the sea, waves crashed against the side of the cliff and you could hear the wind blowing.

“Can I look now?” George asked nervously but Ringo didn’t hear. “Ringo! Can I look?”

“What- Yeah, you can look,” Ringo said before looking back at you. George closed his eyes and breathed in and out before opening them again and turned around. When he caught sight of you he nearly cried, you look absolutely stunning with your white dress. The sun behind him was shining onto you making you look even more like an angle (something George didn’t think was possible).

You smiled when you noticed his stare and he smiled back, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, so big you thought he would rip, the smile looked just like yours. When you reached the altar you kissed your dad goodbye and went to stand in front of George. He took your hands in yours, the smiles never leaving either of your faces.

Ringo began talking but neither of you was listening. George was staring deep into your eyes and it looked like he was looking right at your soul. “Hi,” he whispered, barely opening his mouth.

“Hi,” you answered.

“You look beautiful,” he told you as a tear slipped down his cheek.

“Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry,” you said just as quietly as he had.

“Too late.” he laughed and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“George?” Ringo repeated pulling you both out of your trance.

“Sorry?” George asked as he wiped a tear out of his face earning a laugh from the whole room

“Do you?”

“Do I what?” another laugh.

“Just say I do,” Ringo said as he shook his head, you joined the crowd’s laughter.

“I do.”

“And you yn? Do you yn yln, take George Harrison to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”

“I do,” you said without tearing your eyes from George.

“You may kiss the bride,” announced Ringo as he took a step back.

George slammed his lips into yours, his hands went to your back pulling you close, the guys weren’t lying, he did get a boner. Your hand went to his hair, lacing your fingers with his brown locks. Cheers and whistles erupted around you two, you finally pulled away when you could no longer breathe and smiled at George.

“We did it,” told your husband.

“Yes, we did.”

The guests moved to another room where the party was being held. Less than a dozen round tables were scattered around a dance floor. You watched as other guests went to sit down. Your parents, George’s and your siblings went to sit at one table while you, George, John, Paul, Ringo and Cynthia went to sit on your own, George’s hand not leaving yours

Cynthia sat next to you and you two immediately started talking about the wedding. “It was so perfect yn! The way you both cried when you saw each other made me cry.”

“Yeah, she wouldn’t stop crying,” John said as he shook his head.

“Shut up John. Anyways, it was so beautiful and when George didn’t hear Ringo. That was hilarious.”

“I was too busy looking at yn.” George genuinely said, you smiled and leaned over to kiss him.

“Lets go say hit to the guests before dinner.” you and George said goodbye to your table before going around (still hand-in-hand) to say hi to everyone. They all congratulated you and gushed over how cute and adorable you both looked as a couple. After greeting everyone and thanking everyone you went back to your table.

The food came along and George was very glad it did, he was starving. For the rest of the dinner he just ate and ate, he even stole food from your plate. “What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine,” he claimed when you told him off. When dessert came along John stood up to give his toast and you already felt yourself get red. What on earth was he going to say?

“Hello there ladies and gentlemen.” he began as he raised his glass. “I just want to take full credit of this relationship.”

“Here we go again!” you groaned earning laughs from the crowd.

“I know, some of you.” he looked at you. “May be shocked or in denial, cough, yn, cough. But let me explain, it was September 1962 and yn here had been coming to The Cavern for months now just to watch us perform. Well more George.”

“LIES!” you called out.

“Shut up yn, this is my moment.”

“It’s my wedding!”

“My toast.”

“My wedding.”

“My toa-”

“Just continue John,” George said as the crowd’s laughter quieted down.

“Still my wedding,” you said under your breath.

“Still my toast.” he taunted and before you could say anything he proceeded. “Anyways, it was September 1962 and I, and Ringo and Paul.” the guys nodded. “Had enough. Every day it was yn this, yn that, did you see what yn wore? Did you see yn’s hair? Everything was yn.” you looked over at George who was staring at you with a loving smile.

“What am I meant to do if I see a pretty girl?” he said making the crowd aw.

“Save the sappy stuff for later. Anyways, we had enough so I decided to go up to yn and talk to her to get George jealous and it worked! So you’re welcome.”

“John, you’re never going to let this go, right?”

“Never,” he said still standing up.

“Fine, thank you,” you said as you rolled your eyes, his eyes lit up and a smile formed on his lips.

“YES! YES! To me! To John Winston Lennon! You’re welcome yn yln Harrison!” he raised his glass and so did the crowd.

“Care to dance with me?” asked George once all the speeches (one by Paul another by Ringo and the last by Cynthia) were over. You took his extended hand and he pulled you up. George led you to the middle of the empty dance floor and the band (that was at the back on the small make-shift stage) began playing “Put Your Head On My Shoulder”, your song, the song that played when you first met.

“Aw George, you remember?”

“Of course I do, I remember everything,” he said with a wink. George let go of your waist to twirl you around and slowly the dance floor started filling up. First came John and Cynthia, then both your parents joined in and then everyone else.

You had been dancing with George for a couple of songs when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw your dad with a sweet smile. “Is it okay if I steal her for a moment?” asked your dad to George.

“Not at all.” he let you go and went to sit on his chair, his legs slightly opened and his head on his hand with his elbow on the table.

“I’m so proud of you yn.” your dad said, you tore your eyes off George and smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, dad.”

“I truly am and he’s such a nice lad.”

“Thanks, dad.” you danced with him for the rest of the song and then for another one. Once the second song ended George’s dad came along and asked for a dance.

“Well hello there daughter-in-law,” he said as he twirled you around.

“Hello father-in-law,” you answered with a laugh.

“Enjoying everything? George been okay?”

“Yes, more than okay. He’s been great,” you said.

Next up came John, you saw Cynthia in the background talking to George. At least he wasn’t lonely. They seemed to be talking but every now and again he would look over to you.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked him as you arched an eyebrow.

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome for your relationship with him,” John stated.

“Oh my God John. You’re never stopping, aren’t you? I already said thanks.”

“I don’t care yn, you better still be thankful.”

“Thank God the songs over,” you said as soon as the song finished, he scoffed and kissed your cheek teasingly. You went over to George but before you could leave the crowd someone caught your hand and spun you around. You landed with your hands on his chest and his hands around your back.

“Hello there darling, enjoying yourself?” you looked up and saw Paul.

“Yes, you?”

“Very much so, a lot more now that I’m with you.” he winked at you, always flirty, even with the bride.

“Why thank you.”

“You look beautiful tonight.” Paul continued as he took you to the centre of the dance floor still holding you close. He moved the both of you side to side to the rhythm of the music.

“Thank you, Paul, you don’t look so bad yourself,” you replied before he spun you around. For the rest of the dance Paul just kept on complimenting you, so much that by the end of the song you were as red as a tomato. He kissed your hand and walked away before Ringo took you. The song with him was much more upbeat.

“You look stunning,” he said as you danced about.

“You do too, Rings.”

“You’re too nice.” you laughed at his silly dances moves and tried to copy them but your heels weren’t letting you shuffle your feet like he was. You did manage to get the hips and hands somewhat right. “You’re dancing is on point m’lady,” he said with a fake posh accent once the song ended.

“Why thank you kind sir,” you replied copying the accent and lowering yourself and slightly bowing.

You didn’t return to George until you had danced with pretty much every single male person in the room. You danced with Pete, Stuart, cousins and uncles you hadn't seen in ages, new cousins and uncles from George’s side, old school friends, George’s old school friends, your grandfather, George’s grandfather. Pretty much everyone.

Once you did you were exhausted, you fell onto the chair on George’s side and were glad to find he was alone. “Tough night?” he asked with a chuckle as you took off your heels.

“Yes.” you groaned.

“Here.” he tapped his lap, motioning you to put your feet there. When you did put them he began rubbing them making your head fall back and you groan.

“Jesus George, you have the best hands ever.”

“I know,” he said with a cheeky wink as you rolled your eyes at him. “I have a surprise for you,” George announced once he had finished with the massage.

“Thanks and what is it?” you said as you put your feet back in your heels.

“Come here.” he helped you stand up and waved his hand at the band. The main singer stood up and cleared his throat.

“Hello guests.” he started making everyone cheer. “Thank you, thank you. Now, Mr Harrison has a surprise for Mrs Harrison so if you could please step off the dance floor that would be great.” the crowd obeyed and slowly got off the dance floor. George led you there and sat you down on a chair that Paul had quickly placed there.

“What?” you looked around as George rushed to the stage, his friend Stuart handed him his guitar and he went to stand in front of the microphone. Ringo got behind the drum kit and took his drumsticks from the back of the stage, John got his own guitar and plugged it into the speaker, stood behind a microphone and looked over (just like Paul and George did) at Paul as he got his bass and did the same.

“Hello everyone.” they cheered once more. “Erm, this is a song for yn and it's called Something.” the crowd, and you, clapped as he stepped back slightly and fidgeted with the microphone. Once he had it like he wanted it to he looked back at his friends and nodded before turning back to the microphone, strumming the guitar and counting them in.

“Three two one!” a soft rhythm began to play and the lights dimmed. Two main lights shone on you and George while three others lightly shone on the rest of the guys.

“Something in the way she moves, attracts me like no other lover, something in the way she woos me, I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how..” you smiled back at George, your heart melting at the sight. "Somewhere in her smile she knows, that I don't need no other lover… Something in her style that shows me… I don't want to leave her now, you know I believe and how…” you swayed to the music and smiled when Paul joined, the light on him shinned brighter. “You’re asking me will my love grow, I don't know, I don't know…You stick around and it may show, I don't know, I don't know…”

You tapped your feet to the rhythm and maintained eye contact with George. Had he written this for you? The lyrics were so sweet you felt a sensation that was familiar around George. It felt like butterflies in your tummy but it was also in your heart. You felt warm and fuzzy inside and in need of George and his hugs, his smell, his warmth, his everything.

“Something in the way she knows… And all I have to do is think of her…” he continued after the guitar solo, his sweet voice filled your ears increasing the warm feeling. “Something in the things she shows me…” you smiled at the lyric, at all the times you show him dumb, stupid stuff you thought was cool. “I don't want to leave her now… You know I believe and how…” he finished the song and smiled at you.

You stood up and began to clap, the crowd quickly joining you. George jumped off the stage (after being pushed by John) and ran to you. He picked you up and spun you around as he kissed you. Gently, he set you down, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. “Did you like it?”

“George that was beautiful, I love it so much. You wrote it for me?”

“For you and only you,” he said before leaning down for another kiss.

your honeymoon… April 1964

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise!” George repeated once more, he had tied a blindfold around you and led you somewhere. You had just gotten out of the car and you smelled the sea’s salty air.

“I know we are by the pier,” you said. “Oh my God! Are we going on a boat!”

“You suck with surprise.” George chuckled as he took the blindfold off. You blinked a couple of times to get used to the sudden light and when your eyes got used you squealed. In front of you was a yacht sitting there waiting to be used.

“Oh my God George I love it!” you said as you jumped on him.

“I’m glad.”

You ran up to the boat and went inside. The first day on the boat was for you to explore, George told you you were going to the coast of Spain where you would swim, eat and have sex all day. No responsibilities, no neighbours and a sound-proof room. You could be as loud as you wanted for as long as you wanted.

It had been a long day, your sixth day in sea and your first in Spain. The boat had stopped in Barcelona and you two had gone sightseeing. It was more like you dragging him along. The sex and all the walking combined took your energy out of you and when you came back to your room you fell right asleep.

The next day was different. You woke up before lunch and when you rolled over to look at George you found him looking at you. “Heard you wake up,” he explained. “Up for some.. activity?” George said as his hands danced around your revealed stomach.

“Always,” you said as you rolled on top of him. You pulled your t-shirt over him and found that George wasn’t wearing one, he must have slept without it. You took the rest of your clothes off and so did George, the sea wasn’t on your side today and it kept rocking making you fall of George a million times.

“Lets just put you under, you were going to be there anyway.”

“George!” you laughed as he flipped you around.

“‘S true!” he said before leaning down to kiss you. You felt his boner poking your inner thigh and you started getting wet. He kneeled between your legs after kissing his way there. With both of his hands, he pushed your legs opened and you propped yourself up so you could watch as his fingers slipped inside you. Your back arched as he hit your g-spot.

His mouth was attached to your clit and his tongue was doing wonders. The mix of his tongue and fingers was pushing you to the edge quickly. When you started clenching around him your hands went to his hair. He sucked faster and moved his fingers even faster. “I’m close.” you moaned, George hummed a response and the vibrations sent you over the edge.

George stood up from between your legs and licked his fingers clean. You groaned and reached for his cock but he slapped his hand away and lined himself with your core. A loud moan escaped your lips as he bottomed out, your eye stared into his. Both your pupils were blown wide open as lust overtook you both. He gripped your hips, his hold on you was hard, so hard that you would get even more bruises there.

You command him to move and he obeyed. His movements were harsh and quick just like every night. Groans and moans escaped both your mouths which each snap of his hips. George’s right hand left your hips and went to wrap itself around your throat. “Oh my- George!” you moaned as his other hand rubbed circles on your clit.

He leaned down and growled in your ear before kissing your lips. His right hand went to your boob as his lips went to the other one. He sucked on your hard nipple, his tongue flicking over it. When his movements got sloppier you knew he was close and so were you. You squeezed yourself around him and moaned as you released your cum around his dick. Not long after you felt his cum coat your walls.

“Not done,” he muttered after you regained your breath.

“Better not be.” you challenged. He chuckled as grabbed your legs that were wrapped around his hips. George put this so your thighs were pressed against his chest and your feet were on his shoulders. He pushed himself back in and your eyes widened at the pleasure that washed over you. George was so deep in you that you could feel his balls hitting you. “Why- why haven't you done this earlier?” you choked out as he began moving.

“Saving it for a special occasion.” he grinned at your face, your mouth slightly opened and your eyes shut closed. You arched your back when he started moving.

“What else do you have saved?” you managed to say through moans.

“Lots of things.”

He wasn’t lying, when you came back to Liverpool (two weeks later) you could barely walk. George thought it was hilarious but when you threatened to cut him off sex for a month he stopped and helped you out. Settling back into your old lives was a bit hard. George was recording a new album and was ready to go on your and that’s when he had the stupid idea of you to quit your job and join him on tour. And that’s when you had the even stupider idea of saying yes.

your first anniversary… March 1965

You had a great day planned for you both but after your first orgasm, you went running to the bathroom and puked. George rushed after you and held back your hair. What was going on? Had he done something wrong? “Was I that bad?” he joked trying to lighten to mood. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sat back.

“No, ‘m just sick,” you said before a horrible feeling washed over you. You thought you were going to puke but it was different, you felt useless and dumb. You couldn’t please George now, you felt worthless and incapable of doing what you wanted. Your eyes started feeling hot and prickly and before you knew it you were crying.

“Oh no, love why are you crying?” George said as he hugged you.

“I’m useless!” you cried into his chest.

“You’re what- You’re not useless, why would you think that?” he quietly said before rubbing your back.

“Because I can’t please you!”

“I’m sorry what? yn you’re much more important than sex, if you’re sick then we can move this day to another.”

“B-but it’s our anniversary!” you said as you pulled away to look at him.

“I don’t care, if your sick then we aren’t doing anything to risk your health, got it?” you were about to open your mouth to complain. “Got it?” you nodded sheepishly and watched as he got up. “Now I’ll run you a bath and cook you something, I’ll be back to check on you,” George said, he opened the shower and plugged the bath before leaving you alone.

You already had a feeling of what it could be. It had happened two months ago when your period was late so you already had pregnancy tests. As your hand shook you took a test out of its hiding space and did as the instructions said. You undressed and got into the bath as you waited for the result. Once you knew it was ready you picked it up from the toilet and read the results.

“Oh no.” you groaned as your head fell back, you couldn't believe it. You got out and did it again, and again, and again until you had no more. “I cannot believe this!”

“What is it?” George asked as he opened the door. His eyes fell to your hands where 6 pregnancy tests laid. “What is that?” he asked before setting the food down on the counter. You lowered your head and handed him them. “What- Wait, what? I thought you were on the pill?” he asked as he looked up to you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and felt the same feeling wash over you, he wasn’t going to love you anymore, he was going to leave you.

“I’m going to be a father!” he screamed and jumped up with his fist punching the air. Your head shot up, George was doing a little dance and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“You want this?”

“Yes! I’ve been wanting to ask you about it and I know we didn’t plan it but I still want this.”

“Oh my God George you can’t believe how happy I am.” you said as you fell back. He rolled his sleeve up to his elbow, stuck his hand in the water and once you nodded he place his hand on your flat (for now) stomach.

“Why?”

“Because I thought you wouldn’t want it and you would… leave me.”

“Leave you? Never yn, you would have to kill me.”

“But we still need to go to the doctors, tests might be ruined or something.”

“I doubt it but I’ll book an appointment.” he kissed you and ran out the door. “I’m going to be a father! I’m going to be a father!” he cheated as he picked up the phone and dialled the number.

Turns out you were about 6 weeks pregnant and everything was fine. You both wanted to keep it a secret from everyone until later on, just in case something went wrong. But the only thing that went wrong was the plan. Cynthia knew what was wrong first.

“Let me help you,” George said as he helped you sit down.

“George don’t be dramatic.” you rolled your eyes and sat down on the table. John had hosted a picnic in the park to celebrate the album. George’s overprotectiveness was what triggered something inside of Cynthia. He was always caring for you and attentive but this time it was too much. When a ball was sent your way he jumped in front of you to ‘protect you’. The ball didn’t even come close to you.

Normally George would go with the guys and leave you alone to chat with Cynthia and Ringo's and Paul’s current partners but this time he was always next to you, protecting you from things you didn’t need protecting from. The last straw was when you refused wine. You weren’t an alcoholic but you never said no to a nice glass of wine.

Cynthia took you apart from the group and asked you about it. You couldn’t contain your smile and you told her. And she couldn’t contain her excited screams. “Oh my God!” she squealed as she jumped around. “How far along?” George snapped his head over to you, why was there screaming?

“What’s going on?” John asked when he heard his wife scream.

“yn is-”

“Nothing!” you quickly shushed her.

“yn is what?” Paul asked as he turned to George for an answer.

“Come on, what is it?” Ringo asked.

“Tell us!” you looked at George and nodded.

“Well, you guys are going to be uncles,” George announced with a shy smile.

“I don’t have siblings,” Ringo said. “Oh,” he added when it hit him, a smile formed on his face and he jumped on his friend.

“What is it? I don’t get it!” John said as he poked Ringo’s back.

“I’m pregnant you daft idiot,” you said after you joined the group.

“You’re what?” Paul looked at you and George before joining Ringo in hugging (more like tackling) George.

“You’re pregnant?!” John said with a big smile. “Congratulations George!” he said and joined the group hug. The rest of the girls were already gently hugging you since they had already understood what you were trying to say.

first baby… November 1965

The pregnancy was great, no morning sickness just the one time at the begging. You had heard horror stories from other women and you were so glad it wasn’t like that with you. Your parents, and his, reacted greatly and gave you both space which you both appreciated.

There was only one thing you didn’t like, the sex. Not that it was bad, there just wasn’t any. George was too scared, he didn’t want to hurt you and you gave up when your belly started growing. Apparently, he had heard from John that his dick could poke the baby and you were shocked that he believed it. After the shock wore out you laughed and laughed, you laughed like you had never before. It was truly the dumbest thing you've heard.

The actual birth was great, the little kid popped out so smoothly you barely felt it. George actually got it worse, you were griping his hand so hard he thought he was going to faint but he didn’t complain since he wasn’t the one pushing a living, breathing baby out of his vagina. You had decided to keep the gender a mystery and it turned out to be a boy.

You were on your bed all sweaty from birth with the little boy in your hands. George had squished into the bed and was playing with the baby. You were now attempting to name it.

“Charlie?”

“No.”

“George?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong with George?”

“That’s your name.”

“Fine, erm… Mike?”

“No.”

“Peter?”

“No.”

“Harold?”

“That’s our dog's name!”

“You know what this reminds me of? Naming our dog.” George groaned and laid his head back.

“Don’t complain, I just pushed this out of my vagina.” you were going to enjoy using that excuse.

“Blah blah.”

“You try it!”

“Wait, Dhani?”

“Danny?”

“Yeah but with a h.”

“Where the fuck is the h?”

“Don’t swear around Dhani!”

“I pushed him out my vagina I will do as I please.” you huffed. “But sorry.”

“It’s d h a n i, Dhani.” you looked at the baby and repeated the name.

“I like Dhani.”

John, Ringo, Paul, Cynthia and the parents visited you a little while later. They all liked the name Dhani but John, Ringo and Paul all fought over being the godfather. You ended up choosing Ringo because he was the first to say. “As long as the kid is happy I’m fine.”

“Suck ass!” was what John responded.

“Sore loser.” Ringo snapped back before walking over to Dhani and picking him up. You named Cynthia the godmother and she erupted in tears. At around dinner time they left you alone, George slept on the couch that night making you feel bad, it looked so uncomfortable but he wouldn’t dare to leave you alone.

When Harold when Dhani it was chaos. Harold was jumping around trying to get a good look at the baby. It ended up with George holding him and his paws back and slowly getting him closer to Dhani. When he was close enough Harold stuck out his tongue and licked the small baby. You were terrified but the fear washed away when Dhani giggled.

your first house… (early) December 1965

Living with three guys in your flat was horrible, didn’t matter that only one of them was an adult and the other two were a baby and a dog. You nodded more space and George thought so too. You spent a month looking for houses and when you finally found one and told the guys they cried like the last time.

“But we won’t be as close as before!” it took you the whole day to calm them down, you knew deep down they were happy. Very deep down…

The house was beautiful and very big. It was situated away from the city which was exactly what you needed. The house had way too many rooms and a massive garden that George was definitely going to enjoy. You had it ready in no time which surprised you since you had a baby and a dog and the house was gigantic.

You often found George wandering around the garden after a hard day (’s night). You would wrap yourself around him and clam him down as he ranted about how crazy the fans where. He loved them, he truly did but he also wanted to walk down the street with his wife and kid and not be chased or photographed. In the end of the day, he always said, they wouldn’t be where they were if it weren’t for them.

“Why don’t you and Dhani come to the studio one day?”

“I don’t want to bother-”

“You won’t! The guys miss you, keep nagging me with questions about you.” you smiled at the thought of Ringo, Paul and John bothering George with questions about you.

“Fine. Plus Dhani wants to see his godfather.”

“He’s not even a month old, how do you know?”

“Mothers instinct.”

The next day George took you and Dhani with him to the studio. It was the first time taking him out of the house and getting him in a car and you were terrified the way there. You didn't doubt George’s ability to drive, it was the other people you feared, them and the ice. But nothing happened, you three arrived safely to the studio in no time.

“Did yn come- YN!” Ringo said as he jumped up from behind his drums, he pushed George and went to hug you. When he noticed Dhani in the car seat by your side he kneeled down to play with him. “You’ve missed your godfather, haven’t you?”

“He’s not even a month old! He doesn’t know who you are!” John said as he too went to hug you.

“You’re just jealous,” Ringo responded.

“yn, not to doubt your parenting abilities but I think Dhani is going to melt if you keep him with that much clothes on inside the studio,” Paul said after hugging you.

“Right, sorry.” you took Dhani’s hat, coat and jumpers off before handing him back to Ringo.

A day at the studio was just what you needed. Dhani was silent, like always, and slept most of the day. If he wasn’t sleeping he was with once of the guys and if not he was being breastfed by you. Ringo, John and Paul were fascinated by breastfeeding and asked you hundreds of questions which annoyed George.

“Stop asking my wife how milk comes out of her boob!”

“George it’s fine,” you said as you laughed at his reaction. Once Dhani was fed he slept through the rest of the day. You were sat on a couch with a book in hand, finally some peace. No dog (which stayed with a friend for the day, you felt too bad leaving him alone in that big house), no crying baby (what a lie, Dhani never cried). Just you, your book and the best music anyone could ever ask for.

That Christmas you invited the guys and their current partners over for dinner on Christmas Eve. John was still with Cynthia, Paul was dating a girl named Jane Asher and Ringo was with Maureen. The next morning was filled with gifts, so many useless ones (in your opinion) for Dhani, he was only a month old! You gifted George a new guitar amongst other things and he gifted you a diamond necklace (among other things). You also gifted each other baby stuff like this thing that you wrap around your self to cradle the baby, you were definitely going to use that.

“George? George!” you called snapping him back from his trip down memory lane.

“Yeap?” he said as he stood up. “You ready?” George asked as he smiled at your appearance.

“Yeah, are you okay?” you asked before putting on your earring.

“I’m good, just thinking about us.”

“Stop being so sappy,” you said mocking John.

“John?”

“Funny.”

“Didn’t even try.”

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