#hopefully tomorrow I can post it earlier

[mamawasatesttube]

i wish it wasn't so normal for people to complain about unfinished wips or fics that take a long time to update. because sometimes i think i have a really fun idea for a fic but it'd take a while for me to write, and i like talking about my work as i do it and i don't like writing entire fics over like 20k without sharing, because i lose steam. so if i were to write and post that cool fic idea, it'd be as a wip. and then i think about all the people who just refuse to engage with wips, or all the other people who would just go "update pls" all the time, and of how people only really comment in the first 24 hours something is posted and then it's lost to obscurity, and then i just go "actually whats the point in going through the effort writing this out? i'll just daydream about it now and then and be done with it." and then i don't write it. alas!

[vanweezer]

happy halloween! here are some rather... strange... creatures

[rubiesintherough]

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[dixons-sunshine]

Damn Tease | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was an extremely hot day in Alexandria. Luckily, there wasn't much to do, barely anything at all, so you and Daryl decided to do it while everyone else relaxed for a change. However, Daryl soon wished he hadn't offered, because you decided it would be a good idea to get him all worked up—and your tiny shorts and tank top certainly didn't help his mind stay on track.

Genre: Suggestive.

Era: Alexandria, no arc in particular.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes.

Word count: 1.5k.

A/n: For @ghostboneswrites2's writing challenge! It's my first time ever doing one of these so hopefully I did it right lol. I hope you like this! By the way, to my fellow writers, please join if you feel up for it! You can find the post with the prompts and rules here.

The blazing summer sun relentlessly beat down on the world ravaged by the undead. It seemed as if though even the flesh eating monsters that roamed the earth every day had deemed the day too hot to go on their regular cannibalistic ventures, for no rotting corpse could be seen for miles and no loud groan could be heard in the near distance. The Alexandrian occupants had decided that the overly hot day would be spent lounging indoors or on their porches, the tasks of the day luckily not too much and could be left for the next day. However, Daryl had decided earlier that very morning that lounging indoors wasn't an activity that he wanted to partake in, so he went about completing the miniscule amount of tasks around the community. And since you didn't want to spend the day lazing around without him, you decided to join your partner on his stubborn venture.

However, as you brushed past the crossbow-wielding archer to grab one of the crates to bring into the pantry, your behind brushing ever so slightly against his front, Daryl wished you had decided to spend the day like the rest of the community. Although you were helping, and he certainly appreciated your help, you were being a major, hot as hell distraction, and he was two seconds away from dropping the crate of cherries he was carrying, throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you back to your shared house to indulge in the fantasies his mind was conjuring up the longer he stared at you.

Daryl felt like a perfect fool for even thinking of things like that while the two of you were supposed to be working. You barely even acknowledged his presence, too caught up with your own tasks to do so, and there he was, ogling you like an inexperienced school boy with a dumb crush on the popular girl. Admittedly, the outfit you had chosen to wear that day certainly didn't help his problem at all. The shorts you were wearing left just enough covered for his imagination to run wild, and your tank top hugged you in all the right ways, your cleavage covered but also showing just enough skin to have him licking his lips to keep them wet. Whether you had worn that particular outfit just to tease him and punish him for not complying with your request to stay indoors that day, he didn't know. What he did know, was that he desperately wanted to tear that shirt from your body, and work his way down to—

“I was thinking,” your voice rang through the air, effectively snapping the huntsman from his provocative train of thought. You had stepped back into the part of the pantry that temporarily housed the crates the two of you were hoisting and sorting out. “Tomorrow, when we go on that run, we should swing by that store we saw a few weeks ago. You know, the one that had all those kiddie pools? It would be nice to bring a couple of them back for the kids so that they don't have to suffer in this weather.”

“Yeah,” Daryl began, his eyes following you as you bent over to pick up your water bottle, your shorts riding up ever so slightly and driving him mad. He should just shoot himself at that moment and spare himself the misery you were putting him through. He cleared his throat, put the crate of cherries he held in his hands down on the ground and tried to focus back on the conversation at hand. “Yeah, sounds good.”

You smiled at him and took a sip from the water bottle that held some cherry flavoured drink you had made that morning with the same cherries the two of you were busy with in the pantry. You accidentally spilled some of the drink, and the droplets trickled down your chin and onto your chest, soon disappearing down your shirt. Daryl's eyes followed the droplets that trickled down your shirt, inhaling sharply when you tried to brush the wetness away, slightly pulling your shirt down and exposing some of your bra. God, you were driving him completely insane.

You looked up again and locked eyes with Daryl, and you smirked slightly at the sight of him. He was tightly gripping the shelf to his right, his knuckles turning white at the force he was bestowing on them. His breathing was heavier than usual, and he not-so-subtly adjusted his jeans. Good, your plan was working.

“Daryl, are you okay?” you asked him ‘innocently’, walking up to him and barely containing your smirk when you heard him inhale sharply. “You look a little flushed. Maybe you should sit down for a bit.”

Daryl licked his lips as he stared down at you, his vantage point giving him a clear view down your shirt. However, Daryl forced himself not to think like that. “Yeah, m'fine, Sweetheart. Why do ya ask?” he told you, trying to convince both you and himself. “And m'jus' a lil' hot, s'all. Nothin' to worry 'bout.”

“Are you sure?” you asked him while looking up at him through your eyelashes while maintaining your innocent act.

Daryl nodded quickly. “Yeah, m'sure. Ya dun' gotta worry 'bout me. I'll be alrigh'.”

“Okay, if you're sure.” You took a few steps backwards, sending him a mischievous smile. “By the way, you should probably focus more on sorting out these crates than staring at my ass. And my boobs, for that matter.” Daryl's eyes widened at your words. He started stuttering out words of denial, claiming he wasn't staring, but you simply waved him off. “No need to deny it, Daryl. Besides, I'd be offended if you didn't stare. I didn't wear this outfit for Spencer, after all.”

Realization dawned on Daryl. He shook his head and cursed himself for not figuring it out sooner. This was your version of revenge for him deciding not to stay in with you. Under no normal circumstances would you ever wear an outfit like that while doing chores around the community. It all suddenly made perfect sense to the archer.

“Ya did this on purpose?” Daryl asked in an accusing tone, shaking his head when you simply sent him a smug smile. “Yer a damn tease, ya know tha'?”

In a surge of confidence, you dipped down to grab a cherry from the crate Daryl had put on the ground. You stepped forward and looped an arm around Daryl's neck, staring deeply into his ocean coloured eyes as you slowly and sensually bit down into the sweet fruit. A mischievous, teasing smirk rested on your face as you heard Daryl let out a shaky breath, and you pressed your body impossibly closer to your partner's, successfully eliciting a small groan from him when you put just the slightest bit of pressure on his growing erection. “I know,” you whispered in a sultry voice, throwing the stem of the small fruit away to loop your other arm around his neck as well. “That's the whole point. Consider it payback for not staying in with me today. I had so much planned for us today, so many fun activities, but you just had to be your selfless self and do this.”

Daryl gulped and stared down into your eyes, his pupils dilating with each passing second. His hands rested on your hips, his grip tightening at your words. “Wha' activities did ya have in mind?”

Your smirk widened and you leaned up to let your lips hover over his, just barely grazing against his. Daryl's breathing stopped at that action, his eyes following your every movement. “Well,” you began in a seductive whisper, one of your hands trailing down his chest, his stomach and stopping just above the tent that was forming in his jeans. “Let's just say, it's not exactly something people would consider kid-friendly.”

Daryl's heart sped up at your confirmation. He pulled back from you and turned around to pick up the crate he had put down, before looking back at you expectantly. “We have a job to do. Let's get this over and done with, yeah? Then we can go home. The other chores'll have to wait 'till tomorrow.”

Your eyes widened at the pace he had started working at, the smirk on your face ever present. “What? I thought you wanted to get everything done today. Isn't that why you didn't want to stay in with me?”

“Jus' quit smackin' yer red lips and help me, won't ya?”

You giggled and sprung into action, eager to finish up with what you were busy with and to return home with your partner to do something way more exciting than sorting out crates. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” Daryl praised you, sending heat straight down to your core.

Daryl was a selfless man by nature. But just that once, he wanted to indulge in something meant just for him, and that something was the two of you, naked as the day you were born, in bed, limbs tangled together. And Daryl would be damned if he let that opportunity slip between his fingers.

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[pricefieldsuperiority]

Number One Pick

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x reader

Genre: Homoerotic friendship, cheating, smut, angst + comfort ending.

Summary: You want Caitlin to pick you over her boyfriend Connor, just once.

Warnings: Smut with plot! Fingering, name calling/pet names, teasing, mild degradation

The game against Chicago Sky was close.

Caitlin had been booked and busy lately, playing 11 games in 20 days. This was the second game you were able to attend in person, as the only other had been her very first game of the season.

During the third quarter, you watch Chennedy Carter knock Caitlin to the ground while waiting for an inbound pass. You scream "flagrant foul!" with the rest of your section, but the refs declare it an away-from-ball foul.

It doesn't end up mattering anyway, though, cause the game ends 71 to 70.

The crowd is roaring, and you're cheering as loud as you can, watching the pride all over Caitlin's face. This was Indiana Fever's second win of the season, so you can't help but grin like an idiot at Caitlin and her teammates all celebrating on the court, high fiving, and yelling.

After Caitlin finishes her after post-game interview, she picks you up into a bear hug, her eyes lit up with happiness.

"We won!!! I missed you so much y/n"

Caitlin buries her face in your neck and her hands linger on your waist for a few seconds longer than necessary before she puts you down. You smile at her, patting her back.

"Yeah, I saw!! You did so good"

Caitlin rubs her arm absent-mindedly,

"I'm tired as hell.. I think my ankle hurts from earlier, too."

You just smile, and grab her bag from her.

"Come on, I parked outside"

Normally Caitlin drives, but you know she's exhausted from tonight, so you drive. She falls asleep in the car, and while you're stopped at a stoplight, you watch the way her hair's fanned out prettily on the headrest. Her eyelashes are dark, creating crescent shadows under her eyes. She looks so tired, the dark circles much more prominent than you remember.

You pull up to Caitlin's hotel- you're staying with her for a few days. She's been lonely lately, and wanting you to come visit. After her game tomorrow against New York Liberty she'll have a few free days until her game against the Washington Mystics on the 7th.

You're shorter than Caitlin- most people were, considering she was 6'0, and certainly not as strong, so you can't pick her up in her sleep, but in this moment you wish you could.

"Caitlin, we're here"

She blinks groggily and gets out of the car, and you make it all the way upstairs before she just flops onto the bed.

"Ugghhhh.. sorry y/n, I know I asked you to come stay, but I'm just so wiped..."

Caitlin groans into her pillow as her phone starts blowing up with notifications. During games she keeps it off, but now that she's at the hotel and connected to wifi, everything's pouring in.

"Probably just Twitter covering the Carter foul.. bullshit"

She turns over onto her side, looking at you.

"Yeah I saw that, what the hell was that foul??"

Caitlin rubs her arm again and you scoot closer to her on the bed, checking for a bruise.

"Nothing, you're good- and man, maybe they'll reevaluate?"

Caitlin just kicks off her shoes, chucking them closer to the door.

"They asked me about it during the post-game interview.. whatever, honestly, we still won."

Just then, Caitlin's phone rings, high and shrill. Connor's name flashes on the screen, bold and large.

"Who- oh him"

She ignores the call, flipping her phone over.

"I'm gonna take a shower- hopefully I'll be less dead after that and dinner"

Caitlin walks away then, not bothering to even give her phone a second glance, as she pulls clothes out for her shower.

Around 20 minutes later you hear the water turn off and she comes out of the bathroom with her hair wet, in nothing but a tank top and shorts.

You shift your position on the bed at the sight of her, crossing your legs at the feeling.

Caitlin presses a knee into the mattress and stands with her arms out.

"Come here, I'm sleepy"

Your heart wrenches a little, you're sure you're half in love with Caitlin- and how could you not be. Whatever this is between you two, you refuse to label it as just friendship. You wish you could.

Even still, you crawl over and hug her waist, breathing in the scent of her fresh shampoo. Her head rests on top of yours, water droplets hitting the back of your shirt.

"You should eat something-"

You say, your words slightly muffled by her chest and shirt. Her hands are in your hair, tangled in the strands, combing gently.

"Yeahhhh.. about that"

Caitlin tilts your head up to look at her, her fingers cool under your jaw. You feel her switch her weight to her other leg, sliding her knee between your legs.

Her brown eyes are dark, desire dilating her pupils, and you feel yourself longing for her more than you'd like to admit. You feel the pull in your stomach and subconsciously your hands grip her waist a little tighter as you stare at her.

You know what's gonna happen, even though you've told yourself over and over again to not let it happen. To just be friends, to set some boundaries, because she's got Connor and you can't just keep doing this, that she'd never pick you over him. But you just can't find it in yourself to hold back right now, the want too much.

Caitlin kisses you hungrily, hands on your face, and she pushes you over onto the bed, hips straddling your waist.

You moan into her mouth, hands pulling her in. You squeeze her ass as she adjusts on top of you.

"Take this off," She demands, and you take off your shirt quickly.

Caitlin just raises a brow, unhooking your bra for you, and sucks your nipple immediately, fingers kneading the other.

"Oh Caitlin-" You clutch at her hair as her hands continue to roam over you, pulling off your sleep shorts.

"You're so wet for me.. just waiting for me to do this huh?"

Caitlin's face is cocky, playful smirk playing on her face. Her fingers dip into your wetness, circling your clit, and she smirks wider as your hips raise slightly at her touch.

"Did you touch yourself thinking of me when I was away? Been my little slut?"

You moan at her words.

"Yes..." You admit.

"You like it when I call you a slut? My slut?" She asks, pressing kisses right under your jaw.

You moan a yes out as she pushes two fingers easily into you.

"Look at that, taking me so well"

Caitlin's going at a quick pace, her palm rubbing against your clit. You're gonna come fast if she keeps this up, and you feel it building in your lower stomach.

"I'm- I'm gonna come.. Caitlin"

You arch your back as she continues to hit your g spot roughly.

Caitlin grabs your face, making you look at her again.

"Come for me, I wanna hear you say my name y/n"

"Fuck Caitlin.. Caitlin.." You moan her name as you climax, finishing all over her.

She sucks her fingers when she takes them out, and you pull her down into a kiss.

"Wait, what about Connor?" You whisper, giving her an out, even though you know that's never stopped her.

"Who cares about him-" She says, panting slightly, too busy chasing her own high as your fingers dip into the waistband of her shorts.

"Fair-" It's your turn to smirk, even though the temporary win is bittersweet.

You find her clit easily, her underwear soaked.

"You made me feel so good, baby." The term of affection slips out by mistake, but she doesn't seem to notice as you kiss down her neck.

"Come on y/n, make me come-"

Caitlin's demand is cut short when her phone rings again, and Connor's name flashes on the screen for the second time.

"You gonna pick that up?" You tease as she sits up, looking at her phone. Your fingers are buried inside her, curling to hit her g spot, and you can tell she's warring with herself, even on top of you.

"I- uh-" Caitlin's moans are breathy, her hips rocking into your thrusts.

"You should answer, tell him who's fucking you"

You're being a little mean, annoyed at yourself for letting yourself get swept up in her again, annoyed at his existence, she doesn't even love him- so you tease her further by pulling her down onto you again.

"Fuck- I.. I can't.. I'm gonna come y/n"

Caitlin's moaning into your ear, her hand still clutched around the phone, the call ringtone loud and annoying, just like Connor himself.

"I want everyone to hear who's fucking you like this, cause it ain't him-"

"Y/n... oh god y/n" Caitlin comes, her body flush against yours. You bite her as she does, leaving a pretty hickey smack in the middle of her neck that she'll have to cover up later.

The call goes to voice-mail, and Caitlin's phone sits forgotten beside you two.

Caitlin gets off you, refreshed grin on her face.

"That was good.. UGH.. I guess I'll have to call him back later-"

You're not surprised, this is common. You wonder if you should say something, if you'll finally have the courage to tell her that this is the last time, that you can't keep doing this because you like her more than you should.

"Is it always gonna be like this Cait?"

You ask her, watching her run some water on a towel to throw to you, as per usual.

"What? It's just sex y/n" Caitlin avoids your eyes as she replies, pulling a shirt on.

"You're my best friend, it can't just be sex- he doesn't fuck you like this, doesn't make you feel like this!"

Caitlin's stepping into her shorts, her eyebrows knit together.

"He tries! And I don't know.. we're just friends..."

She trails off, like she's unsure of her own words.

You can't believe she wants to keep avoiding how she feels,

"Who was there at your first game of the season? Who was on call after every game after, debriefing with you? It wasn't him!"

"Y/n.."

You keep going as you throw on clothes of your own, suddenly feeling vulnerable naked in front of her.

"We act like girlfriends, in every sense but the title- we do everything together, we have sex, we call every night- do you even love him? You know this is more than sex."

Caitlin's standing up now, hand on her forehead.

"I... I don't know if I love him.. but I'm not gay! Or at least.. not-"

"What, not for me? Do you hear yourself??" You scoff at her.

Maybe it's too much, everything that's been going on, because Caitlin bursts into tears.

"Cait-" You say, lost for words as the tears run down her cheeks. She hates crying.

"It's too much.. being out here alone, not playing with Kate, Jada, Gabbie- being the rookie.. dealing with Connor.. and.."

She wipes at her eyes, looking at the bedspread as she tries to get out her next words.

"And how I feel about you- I know it's not fair to you that I'm still with him"

Your heart physically aches at her confession and you tap the spot on the bed next to you, placing her phone on the bedside table.

Caitlin hides her face in your chest, arms clutching you tightly.

"I'm sorry y/n"

You soothe her, stroking her hair,

"Shhhhh.. it's okay Cait"

She looks up at you, pushing herself upright.

"No, you're right.. it's not.. I thought if I kept trying to like him, that it might happen- and if I tried hard enough, maybe I'd feel even a fraction of how I feel around you, around him."

You move the hair out of her face, wiping away her tears.

"I get it" You say, as she continues.

"You're more than my best friend.. it'd be stupid to say this was just sex.. I don't want to lose you"

Caitlin's clutching your hands, and you want to believe her, to believe in you two.

Her phone rings again.

"It's Connor" You say softly.

There's determination in her eyes now, a fire you hadn't seen before. She takes the call, swiping across the screen.

"Hey I can't talk, I'll text later" Caitlin says briskly, before hanging up. You smile wide at her, despite yourself and the situation, and she smiles back.

"I'll dump him, I'm gonna make this right.. you're my number one pick y/n.. I swear it"

Caitlin's eyes are wide, solemn and honest. You believe her.

The clock on the wall reads 1 am and the tiredness hits you like a wave. You know she must be exhausted too.

You say softly,

"Why don't you start by cuddling me and sleeping?"

Caitlin's eyes light up at your words, relieved.

"Okay, I can do that"

Caitlin settles under the covers, and you feel yourself falling asleep as you kiss her forehead.

Guess she really would pick you over him.

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Authors Note: I know I usually write for Paige but I've been wanting to write a fic with this concept and couldn't make Paige work. Hope y'all don't mind the change, Paige fic coming soon.

[lxclerc]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 | 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

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[mphoenix-7]

Bitter Allies [Soap x Reader]

Chapter 7: The Cabin: Day 3

Summary: What starts out as a peaceful morning quickly turns steamy after an argument.

Word Count: 9,565

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, swearing, angst, strong language, arguing, smut, p in v, rough sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fingering

A/N: Yeah, you read the warnings right. It’s time. When I tell you this chapter took days to write 😭 different parts got rewritten like four times. The final product is nothing like the drafts. Even editing it there was stuff added, and I got to the point where I just needed to stop and post it. Please enjoy!

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Bitter Allies • Part 7

The storm settled down about thirty minutes after you and Soap ate. It still continued to rain, but the thunder was moving off into the distance, and the wind had stopped completely. You were still forced to stay inside, but at least the worst of the storm had passed. You could look for the damages done tomorrow.

Soap laid down after he finished eating and just rested. You didn't say anything more to each other about his episode, and you didn't expect him to open up. It was a little different for everyone, but sometimes talking about it made it worse. With nothing better to do, you also laid down. The sound of the rain falling softly outside was eventually enough to lull you into sleep. 

The next morning, you'd gotten up super earlier. Given the fact you probably went to sleep around 1900 (or 7 pm) that made sense. Soap was still asleep when you got up. He was sleeping on his back, an opened black journal balanced on his chest, and a pencil still in his hand. His arms were bare, meaning sometime last night he'd probably stripped down to his underwear again.

Leaving him be, you got up and decide to see what the damages were from last night's storm. You moved both rocks away from the doors then went out the back door, closer to the lake.

There were tiny sticks everywhere in the back. Once they dried out, they'd be great for the wood stove inside. A few larger branches were also scattered about. The one that caused the loud scrapping noise last night had just barely missed the outhouse, and its limbs were propped right up against the side of the cabin. If it'd fallen a few inches closer, it would have hit the roof. You hate to think about what would have happened if it had.

Hopefully this was the last of the rain for a while. You weren't sure if you could take another storm, and shockingly, not because of Soap. Honestly it hadn't been the absolute worst thing to be trapped inside with the Scot. It'd mostly just been boring. But then again Soap had been out of it most of the night because of the episode he had. You had feeling things would have ended in a shouting contest if he hadn't. Regardless, you didn't want that or for him to get triggered by another thunderstorm.

Luckily, the sun was out, birds were singing, and there wasn't a raincloud in sight. It was beautiful out, and you wanted to enjoy the morning. You hadn't had the chance to go on a walk or a run yet. It would be nice to start off your morning positive for once, unlike the last few days.

To be expected after a storm, it was fairly muddy, puddles of water everywhere. The lake had also risen quite a bit with the new water level came right up to the tree where Soap had been sitting yesterday. So a walk along the shore wasn't going to be possible, but you could handle a little mud in the woods. Heading back inside to the bedroom, you make the decision to go on a nice walk around the woods.

Soap is still asleep on his cot, his brows pinched together slightly, and his book still balanced on his chest. The pencil had slipped from his hand though and now just lay beside him. You move around the room as silently as you can, grabbing the things you need and trying not to wake him in the process. He'd make a sound every now and then, but he never woke up.

Once you were ready, you pause at the bedroom door and look over to his sleeping form. You were debating if you should wake him up to let him know you were going. He hadn't given you that courtesy before. Maybe it was time for a little payback. Time for him to wake up and not know where you are. Odds are though, you'd be back before he's even up. Or he simply wouldn't care.

With that in mind, you gently shut the bedroom door, and head off for your walk.

***

For the first time since arriving to the cabin with Soap, you finally feel some of the stress melting away as you walk through nature. It smells like dirt and rain, and it's absolutely perfect. Even the tension is your shoulders seems to be easing up a bit as well.

You're not sure how long you've been gone. There was no way to keep track of time. At some point though, you decide to turn around and start head back the way you came. You didn't want to go too far from the cabin in case you got lost.

As you're stepping over a fallen tree you used as a landmark to let you know you are heading in the right direction, you hear some rustling coming from some densely packed foliage behind you. You pause for a moment, watching the now still bush. Just as you're about to brush it off as nothing, you swear you hear a growl or a grunt. Adrenaline floods your system, triggering your fight or flight instincts. In this case, you go with the ladder reflex.

Jumping off the falling tree trunk, you start to walk with a quicker pace, trying to distance yourself from whatever you heard. The thought of it being a bear or a mountain lion crossing your mind, making a new fear run down your spine. Sure, you were highly trained in stuff like hand-to-hand, but your expertise was in protecting yourself against humans and maybe dogs, not wild animals. If you had a gun, then yes, you could absolutely take on a wild animal, but you didn't even so much as have a knife on your person to defend yourself with.

As you walk, you keep looking back over your shoulder, though you never see anything. While you are distracted and not looking where you're going, you suddenly step in something squishy. Stopping and looking down, you discover you've stepped in what is probably bear poop. A big fresh pile.

You gag a bit and remove your foot, trying to desperately kick and wipe it off on the foliage and nearby trees. The shit on your shoe distracts you momentarily from the thing you'd been trying to get away from. It's when you hear more of the rustling and sniffing sounds that your blood runs cold.

You look around again, still not seeing anything. The greenery around you is far too dense to get a good view. You know you have to get away, but not knowing what the threat was is really beginning to freak you out.

Forgetting about your soiled shoe, you start to walk again, trying to fight the urge to run. Rationally, you knew that could cause whatever it is that's following you to start chasing you. You just want to be back in the safety of the cabin with Soap. Why didn't you bring one of the flares or the knife? It was just a pocket knife, but it would have been better than nothing. 

Once some distance has been made, you pause and listen to see if you're safe. You can still hear the soft low rumbles and the shuffling of leaves like something is tracking you. Soon enough, you can't help it anymore; you start to run. You've got to be almost back by now. Surely you can just outrun whatever it is.

It's hard to listen for anything chasing you while you're running, but every time you look behind you, you don't see anything. The bushes are moving, but you can't tell if it's cause you just slammed through them or if you're really being chased. Not wanting to know the answer, you don't dare to stop until you see the cabin.

Relief floods your system when you see the clearing that houses the cabin. The moment you cross the thresh hold, you expect to feel safe. However you don't. You look back towards where you just came from and watch for any signs that the mystery animal is still following you. There isn't any movement or sounds, only the labored sounds of your breath from running. Slowly, you start to back up towards the cabin, senses heightened.

When your back hits something solid, hands grabbing you, you don't process immediately that it's just Soap. Your mind is still in survival mode. You scream and start trying to fight, getting a few angry and surprised sounds out of the Scot.

"Oof-! Steaming fucking Jesus, States!"

Soap had gotten up shortly after you left. When he couldn't find you, he'd assumed you were out in the woods somewhere and just went about his morning. He also surveyed the damages and decided to pick up sticks until you came back.

When he heard a ton of rustling on one side of the cabin, he went to check it out, and there you were. Your back was to him and you were taking slow steps towards him. You'd been about to run into him, and all he did was put his hands up to stop you, and then you started attacking him.

"What the fuck has gotten into you!?" He grabs your wrists, and you're quick to stop trying to hit him once you come to your senses. You look into his eyes, then hear the sound of the leafs rustle again. Your gaze snaps back to the tree line.

"Something was following me. I-I think it was a bear. I ran all the way back." You find yourself pressing back into Soap. His hands move from your gripping your wrists to holding your sides by your ribs once you turn.

You don't notice it, but Soap stares down at you for a second as you huddle against him. His eyes are softened and filled with concern before turning hard as he scans the woods, looking for this bear. He keeps holding you, keeping your smaller frame close to him. You can feel his hold on you tighten a bit, almost protectively.

As he does, without even fully realizing it yourself, you're starting to relax into his hold. Your body is naturally pulling towards him. He's warm and feels like safety. It's when the fear in the pit of your stomach is replaced with butterflies that you notice all these feelings. You try to tell yourself it's just remnants of adrenaline.

When there's a little more rustling, Soap starts to wordlessly move. His hands drift to your hips, and he moves around you. "Stay here." He mutters to you, walking to the tree line, picking up a big stick along the way for protection.

"Soap, wait! What are you doing?" You really don't want to see him get mauled by a wild animal, but there's not much you can do to stop him aside from pick up a stick for yourself and try to help.

Soap pauses to listen carefully for any movement or signs of danger before poking the stick into the green shrubs in an attempt to startle whatever is in there. You tense up as he does, hands gripping your stick tightly, prepared to fight whatever it is he startles.

A little squeak comes from the bush, and Soap watches as a two squirrels dart back into the woods and up a tree. It causes a laugh to bubble in his chest, one he tries to stop, but soon, his hands are on his knees, and he is laughing at you. All you can do is stand there and glare at him, dropping your stick. It makes a dull thump as it hits the ground.

"It was just a few wee fucking cons! You were running from a squirrel!" He laughs, making your cheeks turn a deep shade of red. You're were not too fond of being laughed at.

"I wasn't running from a squirrel!! I heard growling and-"

Soap is still laughing at you. Any "butterflies" you might have had when he held you were crushed immediately. You hadn't been running from a squirrel. Whatever it was had been big and had a deep growl.

"It was a bear! I swear. I even stepped in its shit!" You motion down to your boot, which just looked muddy, but you knew better. "There was at least one nearby!" This just makes Soap laugh even harder.

"You stepped in bear shite too? Oh, that's too fucking good. I bet that fucking sucks." You don't feel like he's sympathizing with you at all. "Have fun cleaning that mess up. Let me know if you need me to scare off anymore angry, growling squirrels, eh lass?"

Your face is getting red with anger and embarrassment more and more by the second. "Stop laughing at me, you fucking dick! I know what I heard!" You shout at him. It had to have been a bear.

Soap sighs as he finally calms down a little, wiping his eyes like he's wiping away tears. His amused express is at restarting to grow a little irritated with your continued claims about the bear. "Oh quit your fussing! There's no bear here, so just pull that stick from out of your ass and calm down."

"How about you stop acting like I'm stupid! Like I'm making it all up, or I'm some paranoid idiot! Even if it was nothing, it still felt like I was being chased."

Soap rolls his eyes, huffing a little. "States, seriously, you're fine so let it go. Stop acting like a wee little girl and start acting like you're a grown ass woman in the military. Go inside, calm down a bit, and come help me pick up sticks."

You roll your eyes at him. You know what you heard. You know how you felt. He could say you got scared by squirrels, but you knew better.

"Go fuck yourself, Soap. I'm not helping you with shit. I'm hungry. I'm going to make food." You grumble, leaving him and stomping towards the cabin.

"Make me some too, aye?!" He calls after you. He was insufferable. You still have four more days of this. The third wasn't even close to being over.

"No!" You shout back, getting a scoff from him.

"Brat." He mutters under his breath as he watches you disappear around the side of the cabin.

You retreat to the cabin, kicking your poop covered shoe off by the door outside before you went in. You'd had enough of being in the woods for today. Outside for that matter. You were certain there was a bear out there somewhere, and you weren't looking to run into it again. If possible, you were content to stay inside and read the rest of the day.

You search around a little bit for something good to eat, eventually settling on making some eggs. Putting a log and a few sticks in the stove, you get a fire going. You set the only frying pan you had on the stove top and wait for it to heat up. Once it does, you take out the eggs and flip the carton open.

Before you can grab one, a scratching sound near the front door makes you jump. You're tense for only a few seconds before huffing and relaxing. It had to just be Soap messing with you.

"Fuck off, MacTavish!" You shout, trying to go back to your cooking, but it keeps happening. Sighing in annoyance, you storm over to the front door. "Soap, I swear, I'm going to kill you if you keep it up!" You shout angrily, pushing the door open, but not seeing any sign on the Scot.

You venture outside a little more, but you don't see him anywhere. What if he wasn't the one messing with you? What if it was the animal from earlier? An uneasy feeling settles over you.

"Soap?" You call out softly, but you get no reply. You even try to peak around the cabin to see if he was hiding by the sides. When you don't spot him, you begin to feel more on edge. Groaning in frustration, telling yourself not to worry, you head back inside.

You pick up the egg carton and try to resume your cooking, though you're still tense and on edge. You'd just managed to pop the lid on the eggs open when Soap comes bolting out of the bedroom. He's making a big scene, growling and snarling, almost like he's pretending to be a bear.

The second he does, your heart is leaping into your throat and you scream. Adrenaline surges through you as you instinctively use the thing in your hand as a weapon. Soap is pretty much right behind you by then, and your muscles react faster than your mind can process. You smash the small paper carton into his chest with all your might, the impact causing most of eggs to burst out of their shells, yolks splattering across his shirt and dripping onto the floor.

Soap stumbles back a step, a mixture of surprise, shock, and anger prominent on his features as he looks down at his shirt. As he does, the box falls to the ground. Any eggs that hadn't broken certainly did as it hit the hard wooden floor.

Your body is buzzing, and your heart is hammering in your chest as you look down at the carton, equally shocked. All of your eggs are gone. Meanwhile, Soap is standing there mirroring your expression. His jaw is dropped, and his clean shirt is splattered with a generous dose of raw eggs. You both stand in stunned silence, until all hell breaks loose.

"Jesus, States!" Soap exclaims, wiping the yolky mess off his chest and onto the floor. "Why the fuck would you do that?! Why did you toss the whole damn carton at me!? That's literally the best fucking thing we have to eat!"

You're in shock. He's really going to get mad at you?

"You're joking right now?" You inquire, raising your eyebrows at him. "Tell me you are joking! You're gonna get mad at me when you're the one who fucking just scared the shit out of me!?"

"I didn't think you'd freak the fuck out and throw all our fucking eggs at me!"

"I didn't think you'd be acting like a child and trying to pull a pathetic prank on me! You scared me for no fucking reason!"

"Oh for the love of God, woman," he growls. "Get a sense of humor! It'd do you some good. Now we have no eggs and my shirt is fucking ruined! I only brought four pairs! I don't have a washing machine or an endless supply of shirts at my disposal!"

"You'd still have a clean shirt if you weren't such a jerk!" You shout back, hands clenching into fists at your sides.

"It was a bloody joke! What about you? Thought you were supposed to be a field specialist. Couldn't hear me coming? Didn't know something was up? Are you that fucking bad at your job?" Soap was pissed at this point to be taking jabs at your line of work.

You laugh, the sound lacking any amusement. All that was there was pure rage and spite. "The hell did you say? I'm not good at my job?" You ask lowly. "I reacted like anyone would when they're scared out of their mind! Forgive me for assuming I wouldn't have to be on guard around someone who is on the same team as me!"

"Ah, don't start with that shite again." He grumbles, rolling his eyes and beginning to walk away.

"Don't you dare fucking walk away from me, MacTavish! I'm not done with you!" You follow after him, moving to block his path. He's trying to head into the bedroom.

Soap glares down at you as you stand in his way. His chest was rising and falling in heavy breaths. "I'd fucking like to get a clean shirt," he growls, gesturing to his chest, still smeared with the remnants of the eggs. "So move."

He doesn't give you a chance to move on your own. He pushes you back into the bedroom and off to the right side of the room where your cot is, simmering in anger.

God, he was so livid. He just wanted to get his shirt and get out of this cabin before he did something he'd regret. Tension had been building rapidly between you since day one. Ghost's words had been haunting him for the last three days, and it was all he'd been able to think about.

You two just need to fuck and get it out of your system.

"Don't push me!" You growl, shoving Soap's hands off you even as he's retracing them.

"Then get the fuck away from me! Leave!" Soap shouts, ripping his shirt off over his head and throwing it to the ground.

"Really? You're telling me to leave when you're the one who started this?!"

"Yeah, I am! So fuck off!" He seethes, storming over to your shared dresser and pulling out a clean shirt for himself.

He doesn't wait to put the shirt on, instead just making a break for the door. You're far too upset to just let him leave though. Moving fast, you block the doorway again, a hand on each side of the frame, trapping Soap inside. Though he could easily plow right through you if he wanted, he just glares down at you.

"Get out of the way, States."

"You know, maybe if you were a better teammate we wouldn't be in this mess! It's your fault we're in this damn cabin anyway!" You point a finger at him, poking him in the chest and adding to his annoyance.

The second you poke him, he snaps. He was so fucking done with this. His patience was hanging by a thin thread, and you just cut it with a knife. In a flash, he grabs your wrist, twisting it so that your finger is pulled away from his chest. His grip was firm, but not painful as he forces you to walk backwards into the kitchen. He glares at you, his blue eyes icy and filled with anger.

"You know what, States?!" He barks, his voice deep and filled with venom. "You think you're so bloody perfect, don't you? Well, let me tell you something, you're not! You mess up all the fucking time! Just like how you messed up in Naryn!"

He moves closer, his face inches from yours. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, see the fury burning in his eyes. Your chest as heaving as you stare up at him.

"Why do hate me so damn much! Tell me, Soap. What did I ever do, that from day one, I became the one person you're ever an asshole to?!" You shout back at him, making him groan and roll his eyes.

"I'm not doing this right now." He growls, releasing your wrist and turning to retreat, but you want answers. You follow right after him and block his exit yet again, making his fists clench as his sides.

"No! You're going to answer me!"

"States."

"Why do you hate me?!"

"Move."

"Or what?" You challenge, not aware how close Soap is to snapping. Your eyes are locked on each other, each refusing to look away.

You're both breathing heavily, and the tension in the cabin is building to a very unstable level the longer you hold eye contact. The very thin string that's been keeping you apart is slowly breaking, snapping slowly until there's just the most fragile thread holding everything together.

Then Soap looks down at your lips, his eyes the knife that makes it all come shattering apart. Before he could think twice, before he can rationalize it, he grabs your face, leans down, and captures your lips with his in a rough, angry kiss. It was spontaneous, impulsive, and probably a terrible idea. But in that moment, he didn't give a damn.

You stand there in shock.

He's kissing you.... Soap MacTavish was kissing you....

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was rough. All teeth and tongue and force.

It was confusing. It made your head spin, making you feel instantly dizzy. But you didn't want to pull away.

You hesitate only for a moment before grabbing his head in both of your hands and pulling his lips harder against yours. Your body presses right up against his as you meet each of his kisses with a fury of your own.

Soap is taken aback by your response. He fully expected you to pull back, slap him, yell at him. But instead, your hands are tangling in his short hair, pulling him in closer.

Well, fuck.

He deepens the kiss, his hands slipping down to circle your waist, pulling you flush against him, your arms circling his neck, keeping his lips on yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, your chest pressed against his, your nails digging into his scalp. It was intoxicating, maddening, and thrilling.

Your mind was a whirlwind of confusion, anger, and desire. You bite down on his lip and barely register the small, primal sound of satisfaction that rumbles in Soap's throat as you do. His hands move from pressing you against him to gripping your hips. With a grunt, Soap is pushing you back against the closest wall he can find. Your lips pop apart for just a second before he's smashing his back against yours.

He pins you against the wall with his body while your hands eagerly run down his chest and torso. Every time he moves, his muscle flex under his skin. You can’t take your hands off him.

His hands can’t seem to help exploring either. They restlessly roam every inch of you he can touch. Eventually, his hands find the hem of your shirt, and he wastes no time in getting the chance to feel the soft skin of your torso.

The thin fabric of your shirt offers little resistance as he slips his hands underneath it. You feel his roughened fingertips trace up your sides, moving until he reaches your breasts. He cups both of your breasts through your bra, giving them a firm squeeze before gently kneading them. You gasp against his lips, a soft, needy whine leaving you.

Oh hell...

Soap is in deep now. He doesn't care about the consequences, about what this might mean for you both. At this moment, all he wants is you.

"States," he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse with desire. It sends a shiver down your spine, and you open your eyes as your lips part a little.

He's still so close to you, his breath coming out in hot huffs against your lips and mixing with your own. His eyes are locked onto yours, his gaze darkened and pupils blown. Like he’s a starved man staring down an animal he wants to devour. It’s almost too intense. Your eyes leave his, flicking down to his lips for a second. They’re red and glossy from your intense make out. You’re sure yours look the same to him.

You don’t get to admire his swollen lips for long. The moment you break eye contact, he strikes. His lips are back on yours, a deep groan leaving him when you instantly return his kiss.

His hands have left your breasts, quickly trailing down your body to grope your plump round ass. He gives both cheeks a firm squeeze, pulling you away from the wall just a bit. One hand moves up to the curve of your spine, the other staying on your butt cheek. He then grinds his hips against you, pulling you tight against him as he does.

You moan at the friction, able to feel him through his pants. He's getting hard right against your thigh as he shamelessly squishes you into his growing erection. His hips are gently humping into you, and you want to move too, but he’s holding you far too tightly.

You didn't think you'd ever be in this position. Kissing, let alone dry humping, on Soap MacTavish. Yet here you are, locking lips with him in some kind of sick, hate filled dance.

Not able to move much, you move a hand to the back of Soap’s neck and gently, but firmly, dragging your nails from the base of his skull to the side of his neck. It pulls a shuddery moan from him and makes his hips lose their rhythm.

Soap suddenly pulls away a little, slamming you back against the wall once more. You grunt as he does, pain radiating up your back. With how much he was slamming you around, you were gonna be so bruised tomorrow.

"You fucker." You growl, hands moving to grab his hips as he presses them back into you. He starts to grind once more, a deep chuckle emitting from him.

"You deserved that one." He says, voice almost shaky with lust.

"The hell did I do?" You ask breathily as he leans back in, kissing at the side of your throat. He trails the wet sloppy kisses right up to your ear, his breath hot and voice husky as he offers up an answer.

"You've been driving me fucking mad for six months." He growls lowly, his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

You moan softly, his words making the throbbing between your legs so much worse. You press them together, but it doesn’t little to stop the ache.

Soap starts to trail his kisses urgently back down your knee, teeth dragging and lips making delicate popping sounds as he sucks a few marks here and there. You moan quietly into his ear, placing a hand on the back of his head as your eyes flutter shut.

Suddenly, he bites down, rather hard, making you gasp and wince. It hurt like hell, but also ignited some hidden pleasure you hadn’t known existed.

“Ahhh, fuck!” You moan, legs buckling, nails digging into Soap’s shoulder to keep yourself from falling.

Soap grabs your hips before you can fall, slotting one of his own thighs between yours. He begins to gently rock you against him, soothing that ache with each rub against his flexed muscle. It pulls a satisfied moan from your lips as he grins at you.

"Oh, there you go, lass." He mumbles, leaning in to kiss at the spot he’d bitten. "That feel better? You like that?"

"Ass." You sigh, gripping his arms as you shamelessly start grind on his thigh to get some relief.

He chuckles at your remark, his teeth nipping at your jawline. "Such a brat. You drive me fucking mad, States, you know that?" He growls, his voice low and lustful.

"Yeah, you don't exactly make me sane either." You growl right back at him, making him laugh deeply.

He removes his thigh completely then, making you whimper at the loss. Your legs instantly buckle again, hands holding onto Soap to keep yourself upright. His hands move to your hips almost instantly, steading you and pressing you back against the wall.

"I can't wait to fuck that sense back into you." His lips collide with yours once more in a bruising kiss. It's dizzying the way he kisses you. And when he bites your lip, making you hiss, and he grins about it. Oh you hated him. Cocky bastard.

His hands move from pinning your hips to the wall, to tracing alone the hemline of your pants. As he is kissing you, he starts to unbutton your pants and yank them down. They only make it to your mid thigh before getting stuck. He growls against your lips, muttering something about you, "always being so fucking difficult."

Your mind is too fuzzy to realize what Soap is doing until he's doing it. Your body jerks, and you gasp when you hear the sound of your pants ripping. Your eyes fly open, and you give him a rough shove to view the damage he's done. The seam right between your legs has been torn almost completely in half.

Your jaw drops as you stare down at your pants in shock. You don’t even realize that his arms are snaking around behind you to finish the job. When he gives it another forcible rip, you snap.

"Oh my God! Soap! Are you serious right now?!" You shout at him, the brain fog of sex clearing up quickly. You can't believe he's just destroyed your pants.

"You ruin my shirt, I ruin your pants. Maybe you can use these as rags when you clean up those eggs."

"Like hell I'm not! You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to be the one cleaning that up. They wouldn't be there in the first place if you hadn't scared me!"

"Yeah, but you're still the one who threw them."

"I can't help it if my fucking reflexes are triggered! If I clean it up, I'm cleaning it with your clothes, you bast- ahh~" You try to threaten him, but your words are cut short when his fingers find your clit. His thumb has slipped under your panties and is rubbing quick little circled right onto the sensitive thing.

Soap laughs as your words trail off, slowly backing you against the wall as you turn to putty under his touch.

"Oh, steaming Jesus... you're already fucking soaked for me." He growls out, eyes training on where his thumb is moving in your underwear before turning his attention back to you. "You that desperate to get your hands on my clothes, sweetheart?"

You huff at his accusation. "That's not what I said, and you know it." You say through clenched teeth, mind melting. "Your clothes smell like shit anyway. Little egg wouldn't hurt."

His hand shifts slightly then, and his middle finger prodding around just slightly before finding your slick entrance. It takes nothing for his finger to push into your velvety walls. He doesn't even give you a second to adjust to the feeling of his finger inside you. He's thrusting it in and out of you, using his palm to keep a steady pressure on your clit. 

"N... nah..." you try to talk but couldn't get the words out. The pleasure is so sudden, and when Soap hits that one spot, you don't even want to try to argue with him anymore.

"This all it take to get you to shut up?" Soap growls, his free hand gripping your hips tightly to keep you from moving. "Huh, States? Just needed someone to finger you real good? To fuck some manners into you?"

"Fuck. You..."

Your nails are digging into his forearms as his hand picks up speed, palm now slapping against your clit with each thrust of his fingers. You can feel the pleasure inside you, building and building. Like a faucet dripping into a bucket where the water is beading up at the rim, so close to breaking and pouring over the edge.

And you might have let yourself come if it weren't Soap who was the one trying to make you go over the edge. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of coming so soon, so easily on his just his fingers. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a long moan, trying desperately to hold on.

"Fuck, States," Soap growls, able to see just how close you are to giving in. He slows down enough to allow his thumb to find your clit once more, rubbing it in slow, hard circles to change up the pace. He wants to hear you moan, to see you lose control.

"Still think you won't clean it up?" He asked, smirking as your glare turns into your rolling your eyes back as he presses his finger right into the place he knew had been making you squeeze down on his finger. Your hips instantly buck against his hand when he does, telling him he had the right spot.

Shifting slightly so his hip is pinning your leg, he brings his now free hand to your throat, which makes you tense a bit. Your breath hitches, expecting him to squeeze and close your airway, but he's holding it gently, not squeezing. Leaning in, he starts to kiss at your lips again, slower this time, but still just as rough and mean.

His finger has stilled now, buried as deep as he can go. He starts to slowly stroke at the spongy tissue, curling his finger against the same spot over and over. He swallows every moan that leaves your lips, pressing himself harder against you when you fight for control by bucking your hips.

"If you promise to be a good girl," he speaks against your lips between harsh slow kisses. "And clean up the mess you made, then I'll let you come." He gives you a few more kisses, not letting you answer immediately. "You gonna be a good girl for me, States? You gonna shut the fuck up, listen, and do what I tell you to?"

He's looking right into your eyes, his hand still on your neck to keep your gaze on him. You were so tired of Soap having all the control. Tired of not being able to get a word in because he had his hands all over you. You growl at him, which just makes him grin.

In an attempt to level the playing field, you reach down to the now very prominent tent in his pants and grip him hard. Needless to say, you're very happy you'd been making eye contact with him when you do. It wipes the grin right off his face.

"Ahh, fuck!" Soap lips part as he lets out a strangled groan, eyes rolling back ever so slightly. His hips buck hard against your hand as you grip him, and he curses.

He feels a lot bigger than what you'd seen when you accidentally walked in on him naked. Then again, he also hadn't been fully erect then. His cock felt hot, heavy, and throbbing now.

His hand leaves your neck to grab at your wrist, gripping it, but not moving it, as you start to rub your palm against his bulge. He watches the action for a little bit, panting heavily, before turning his focus back on you. His hand starts to move again, thrusting into you in time with your rubbing.

Not one to let Soap of all people win, you start to unbutton his pants and reach down into his underwear to pull his rock hard cock free. Soap hisses as you do, and you can tell why the second he springs free. The tip of his cock is an angry red color. It shimmers slightly from the puddle of precum it's been sitting in while in his underwear, and another bead of it was already forming on the slit, getting ready to form into a little droplet and drip down.

Wasting no time, you get to work, stoking up and down his length, working the precum down his entire shaft. Once he's more slick, you start pumping him furiously, stopping every now and then to let your thumb focus on rubbing the sensitive skin under his tip.

And Soap is fucking loving it. He groans heavily, leaning forward and resting his forehead against your shoulder. "Oh fucking hell, lass. That's it..." He breathes, his hand now slamming back into your pussy in quick thrusts.

"I'm not cleaning up shit." You seethe, voice just above a whisper. Your disobedience earns yourself a stinging bit to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. Soap's teeth dig into the soft flesh, and you moan out, a mix of pleasure and pain, right into Soap's ear.

The moans sets something off in Soap. He has to have you. Right here, right now. Nothing else mattered. He needed to feel you clamping down on him. He wanted to rid himself of all the tension from the past three days, clear his mind from the anger, burn it off by fucking you. He wants to make you feel good, feel pain, make you scream his name. And he will.

"You don't want to play nice?" He asks, pulling his hand free from your underwear and yanking your hand away from his cock. "Don't want to take responsibility still? Well that's fucking fine, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so stupid you won't be able to form a single thought let along clean."

You have a retort, but you yelp before you can get it out. You're not sure how he does it, but in a quick movement, Soap has grabbed your legs, wrapped them around his hips, and has you up off the floor. His cock is now resting right in the crease of your ass, your back is still pinned against the wall, and your arms quickly circle his neck for support. The last thing he does is adjust his grip on you, both hands moving to support your ass.

"Doubtful." You egg him on, making him pause to look at you. "You couldn't even make me come on your fingers. What makes you think your cock will be any better?"

Soap glares at you, a snarl forming on his face. "I could've made you come on my fingers, but I'd rather feel you come around my cock."

You rolls your eyes at him. "Bet you'll come before I do."

The glare on his face morphed into a grin that spread slowly onto his face. His member twitches against your ass, and you almost wish you hadn't said what you just said. It was a challenge now, and Soap loved proving you wrong.

"Really?" He snarled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He shifts you around in his arms, cock dragging along your ass as he pulls his hips back. His tip leaves a cool wet trail. "Let's see if you still think that when you're coming around my cock." You feel the push of his velvety, hot tip as it drags through your folds, lining himself up. "You better brace yourself." He warns, his tone dark and dangerous.

"You better not-”

He pushes into you then. A single, quick thrust of his hips, and his thick length is splitting you in half, filling you completely. You throw your head back against the wall, your breath getting caught in your lungs. Even as slick as you are, it's by no means painless. The sudden intrusion makes your entire body tense as it tries to accommodate him.

"Breathe, States." He instructs, thumbs rubbing circles onto your thighs. At least has the decency to pause for a moment and slowly work his cock the rest of the way into you instead of just ramming you again. By simply lifting your legs a little further up on his hips, you finish sliding down onto him.

His hips are flush with yours, your clit just kissing his hair covered pelvis. You sigh and gasp when your clit meets up with him, the bud still very sensitive. Soap takes a moment to rock you against him, giving your clit a little more stimulation.

"There bonnie. That's better isn't it?" He moans, the gentle rocking feeling good for him too. "Ohh fuck.." He sighs, pressing his forehead to the side of your neck. "You’re so tight."

"That fucking hurt, you fucking ass." You curse him when your breathing finally evens out a bit. That's Soap cue you're ready for more.

"Oh, you're fine. It'll feel good." He readjusts his grip, moving his hands to your thighs, preparing for the harsh fuck he's about to give you.

He wastes no time, dragging his hips back, only leaving his tip inside you, before snapping up into you, starting a brutal pace. You groan loudly, throwing your head back as he slams into you. Each thrust creates a smacking sound as his hips collide with yours. You grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shoulders and clenching your teeth as you wait for the drag of his cock to feel good.

Soap is already enjoying himself, moaning and panting against your neck. "I'm going to ruin you, States.." He breathes against your skin, his voice a low growl. "Feels so fucking good..."

Then it's like a switch has been flipped. The drag of his cock goes from a dull ache to feeling incredible. He's hitting something in you that's taking your breath away in the best possible way. Once the pleasure starts, there is no more holding back.

A moan tore through your vocal cords, head falling back against the wood behind you. Your walls burn as they stretch and flutter, seeming to form perfectly around his cock. The second Soap has you moaning, he goes harder. His hips piston up into you, making your back slam against the wall. It's probably going to make you so sore later, but fuck you don’t care right now.

Soap is starting to sweat already from his efforts. It's also hot in the cabin. Normally he props the doors open during the day for air flow, but he's not about to stop to do that now. He doesn't want to stop. He doesn't want to look away from you. His eyes stay locked on your face the whole time. Your eyes are shut, your mouth hanging out as moan after moan pour from your lips.

He was out of his mind. Fuck Ghost for always being right. Fuck him for putting this idea in his head.

"Ahhh.. Soap!" You moaning his name is almost his undoing. His hips stutter, and he has to focus on not finishing right then and there. His needs to get you off. Now.

Moving his fingers back your clit, he starts to frantically rub your little nub, making you cry out. Fire is coursing through you, everything is wound too tight.

"Come on, States,” he pants, “That's it. I know you're close, lass. I can feel you fucking trying to milk me. Just let go for me. I know you want to." He coaxes, his voice a low growl.

"Fuck!" You curse, his dirty talk really starting to drive you towards the edge. Your legs are shaking as they lock around him, your clit is burning as he continues to rub it. Harsh slaps filled the cabin as Soap's hips continue to met yours, squishing sounds echoing as his cock penetrates you over and over and over again.

"Come for me lass." Soap commands, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument. “Come for me right now.”

"I... fucking.. hate you. So damn much." You growl, tears gathering in your eyes from the intense orgasm about your hit. And then you come, relief flooding your veins. All the tension eases up, all your stress is gone. Melting away as each pump of Soap's cock drags out the waves of pleasure.

"Yeah, scream it louder!” Soap pants, pushing harder, slamming you down on him. “There you fucking go. That's it! That's fucking.. Fuck, States!"

Soap feels your walls act like a vice around his member. One squeeze from you is all it takes to drag him towards his own finish. He needed to feel his own release, to feel himself come undone inside you.

As you start to come off your high, Soap is desperately chasing his own, ignoring how your body is starting to relax. He thrusts harder, faster, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you up.

All you can do is grab his shoulders and hold on for dear life as he buries his face into your shoulder, his stubble ticking you. Your walls are still fluttering in aftershocks, moans and heavy breaths still pouring your lips as Soap fucks you.

Soap is close, you can tell. His breath hitches, his body tensing as he nears his own climax. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate. He could feel it building, the pleasure coiling in his stomach, ready to explode. With one last hard thrust, he comes, shooting his load deep inside you.

He groans heavily into your ear, his cock twitching as the hot ropes of his come paint your insides. He’s finished after three more thrusts, his body shuddering as he pushes into overstimulation. He keeps his forehead against your shoulder, panting heavily while he recovers. He can still feel your walls fluttering around him, could still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You cling to him, his hold on you just as tight as the waves of pleasure start to fade for you both. Now that your mind is no longer foggy with lust, something heavy settles in your gut.

What the hell you've just done…

"Fuck," Soap curses, his voice raspy and hoarse.

You feel him shift his hips, allowing his softening member to slip out of you, making you wince. He all but drops your legs, letting them fall from around his waist. You wobble as you try to find your footing, and he pushes you to lean against the wall before taking a step back himself.

You cling to the wall as your shared release begins to drip out of you, running down your thighs and splattering onto the floor. You're panting, as is Soap, as you both try to rationalize what's just happened. Dread and regret settle in the pit of your stomach.

Soap tucks himself back into his pants and runs a hand over his face, looking anywhere but at you. You feel so fragile in this moment as you watch him, waiting for his next move.

"Soap?" You whisper, desperate for him to say something. To talk about what just happened, to tell you what this means. But as Soap looks at you, his eyes harden.

"Go clean yourself up. And all that too while you're at it." He points to the eggs and to the floor under you, his voice cold and distance. He turns to leave, shoving the cabin door open and going God knows where.

Your voice catches in your throat, hurt by his words. You want to stop him, run after him, but you can't. You're in shock, your legs are weak, and you're starting to realize just how much you fucked up.

One second you're in an intense argument with Soap, the next you're fucking each other raw. And now you’re all alone, wondering what hell you just did.

***

Soap needed air. Now. He just made the biggest mistake of his life, and you're looking at him with the most scared and confused eyes. Wondering so many things, things he doesn't have answers for.

"Go clean yourself up. And all that too while you're at it." He tells you. He knows there's no reason to treat you this way. Especially since he's the one who initiated sex with you, but he's so mad at himself right now. Mad for letting himself give in. And even worse, now you look hurt.

He needs air. 

Soap rushes outside, shoving the door firmly like it purposely got in his way. He stands on the porch, running his hands over his face. Trying to calm down. He just needs to breathe for a minute.

Ghost was right about one thing. The orgasm you just pulled from him did release all his tension. Like it was as simple as cutting a single thread. The thing he neglected to tell him was that after all that tension and stress was released, a different kind of tense would creep in.

Actually Soap supposed he was 100% right. Ghost never did say a thing about what it would be like after.

Fuck Ghost…

Soap wants to run. To leave and never come back. But as much as he can't stand you, Soap can't bring himself to leave. Not after your first night together, not after seeing how scared you got. No, as much as he wants to, you are still his squadmate. No man left behind. He can't leave anyone else behind...

However, he is equally aware that he needs time to himself to process everything. Work through some stuff in his head before you talks to you. He should at least help you clean up though. What kind of a guy would he be if he just fucked a girl and left her to clean up the mess. He was already planning on leaving for a few hours to clear his head, he might as well make sure you're somewhat ok before he goes. So you won’t be so stressed.

Sighing, hoping this will just blow over, that somehow you'll never to talk about it, he turns to go back into the cabin.

***

After about a minute of clinging onto the wall, you find enough strength to move. The first thing you do is wiggle out of your destroyed pants and use them to wipe between your legs. Your underwear was still on, but you want to change into a fresh pair. A lot of your arousal had stained them and some of Soap's come had gotten on them when he pulled out.

Once you're clothed again, you make your way back into the kitchen and look down at the white and clear stains on the floor. You want to clean up that stain before anything else. Wipe away the evidence of your coupling. However, you know it's not going to do much. The soreness between your legs is a constant reminder of what happened.

You kneel down, and right as you're about to grab your pants and use them to mop up the mixture of your and Soap's release, the door opens again. You're frozen as Soap walks through, his eyes on you at first. An awkward tension fills the space, and you look away from him, picking at one of the loose strings on your destroyed pants.

Soap finally moves, stepping past you to get to the bedroom and coming out a second later with his egg covered shirt. He kneels down in front of you and uses the sleeve of his shirt to start wiping up the cum stain. Once it's mostly gone, aside from the dampness causing the wood to be two different shades, he moves on to pick the eggs box up and takes it outside.

You get up and start to clean up the eggs while he's gone, knowing you're going to have to talk about what happened sooner or later. You couldn't just fuck each other and act like nothing happened. Especially with the history you and Soap had.

When Soap comes back, you find yourself tensing up once more, the awkward air returning. He pauses in the doorway, but you can't bring yourself to look up him. Eventually, he joins you on the floor, helping you mop up the eggs.

Once the area is clean, or mostly clean (the eggs left a residue), you finally look up at Soap. You open your mouth, wanting to talk to him about everything, but he speaks first.

"I'm gonna head out for a bit. Few hours." He says, moving to stand up.

You want to run after him, tell him to stay so you can talk things out, but a part of you is too ashamed to go after him. You felt like you'd already lost your dignity and running after him would just make you feel even more pathetic.

“Ok…”

You let him leave, the creak of the front door sealing the decision. The moment the door closes, a wave of anguish crashes over you. Now that he's gone, you can finally let the tears fall. The confusion, the anger at yourself, the regret, the shame—all of it eats at you until you're exhausted. You bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Soap is gone for hours again. It's getting dark, but you can't bring yourself to care as much as you did the first time. Having some time away from him to cry and work out the emotions was actually kind of nice. But the loneliness creeps in, wrapping around you like a cold, suffocating blanket. You curl up on your cot, hugging your knees to your chest, trying to find some semblance of comfort.

By the time Soap does come back, you're already in your cot, eyes shut but not sleeping. You hear the front door open and close, hear his footsteps come to the bedroom door and wait outside, hear the door slowly push open, and you can image him peeking inside.

"States?" He asks in a really soft voice. You don't answer him.

He comes into the room, and you feel like he's looking at your sleeping form, but you don't dare open your eyes to check. You hear him sigh, and then he starts to quietly move about the room, getting himself ready for bed.

When he finally crawls into his cot, the silence settles heavily over the room. And once it's silent again, you have to bite your lip to keep from crying.

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this time, i’ll love you much better 𖦹 FA14 (pt.2)

click here for the part 1

PAIRINGS: fernando alonso x ex-wife!reader

SUMMARY: as the great peabo bryson once said, and i quote, “the best of romances deserves second chances.” and oh how fernando would love to prove that. he let you go before, but now that you’re back, he’ll take his chances.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: finallyyy here’s the part 2 guys. i decided to make this a 3 part series. idk, writing for more than 6k of words will send me into a coma lol so i just decided to make it a 3 part series. this was supposed to be posted the other day, but i wasn’t finished yet and i’ve been busy playing supermarket simulator lol this is not proofread, so i’m sorry for the typos but i hope you’ll enjoy this one! :)

***i’m accepting for taglist as well for this fic hehe just message me or comment if you want to be tagged.

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect to the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 6.3k

WARNINGS: typos

The moment Jullianna received Sofia’s message that they’ll be flying off to Spain, she immediately put a plan into action. Well, there’s no plan at all, it was decided that she’ll just wing it, and hopefully, Fernando will go with it. But knowing Fernando, he’ll surely do it without any complaints. It’s his daughter that is asking, and what his daughter wants, his daughter gets.

Jullianna made her way to Fernando’s home office and knocking on the door softly, “papá?” She waited for a reply before entering the office, “yes, mi vida? You can come in.”

“Papá, I had finally thought about what I want to do for my 13th birthday,” Fernando stopped what he was doing and put all his attention to his daughter, “really? What is it that you wanna do mija?” Jullianna doesn’t really have a clue on what she’s doing.

“I want to go to Mallorca for my birthday.” She blurted out, “Mallorca? Really?” He questioned.

She nodded, “yes. I decided that I want to celebrate my birthday there,” thinking a little bit, “maybe birthday dinner?”

“Okay,” Fernando shrugged and smiled at his daughter, “Mallorca it is.”

“Thanks, papá!” She quickly rushed to Fernando, hugging him tightly. “Okay, mi vida. As long as you’re happy on your special day.” He replied as he kissed Jullianna’s forehead softly.

“Is it okay if we celebrate my birthday tomorrow?” She looked up at Fernando, as he stare at her confusedly, “tomorrow? Your birthday is not until next month, are you sure you want to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?”

“Yes!” She said too quickly, “I mean yes, papá. I would very much like to celebrate my birthday tomorrow.”

Fernando was still a little bit confused, he somehow can’t figure out what’s going on inside his daughter’s head as to why she want’s to celebrate her birthday a month earlier.

“Okay no problem. I’ll be booking now the hotel, we can stay at Cap Rocat,” she nodded, “we’ll be leaving too tonight, so we can get there early.”

Right after the conversation with Fernando, Jullianna rushed towards the bedroom and began packing her stuff. She quickly sent a message to Sofia telling her that they will be in Mallorca and will be staying at the Cap Rocat hotel.

While she was in the middle of packing her things, a knock had interrupted Jullianna, “mi vida, I had invited Bianca and her parents to join us.” She let out an internal groan, which Fernando had failed to notice. Taking a deep breath and calming himself, “okay, papá.” He smiled proudly at his daughter, knowing that she’s trying to make an effort in getting to know her future mother…or so he thinks.

“It’s time for you as well to properly meet your abuelo and abuela, yeah?” Jullianna just nodded, “the wedding is in a few weeks, it doesn’t hurt to get to know your abuela and abuelo.” She just put up a thumbs up at his father, and leaving the room. Letting Jullianna continue packing her things in peace.

“Future mother my ass,” she groaned to herself, “sorry papá, but I’ll never see that witch as my mother.” At this point, she’s just throwing everything in her luggage without folding her clothes, “over my dead body. This better be all worth it, can’t believe I’m sacrificing my birthday celebration. But if it means that mamá and papá will be together again, so be it.”

This is gonna be a one hell of a week, and hoping that after all of the fiasco, her sanity is still intact.

CHANGI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

As you made your way to your private jet that was waiting for the three of you in the tarmac, you can’t help but feel your palms get sweaty due to the nervousness. After twelve whole years, you’re going back again to the place where everything had started and abruptly ended. Your mind is in haywire right now, thinking of what you would say to Fernando when you meet him again.

But it doesn’t have to be this hard, right? You’ll just swap the twins, and talk about visitation schedules. Now that the twins had met, it is not right if you would still keep them apart, besides you and Fernando shouldn’t be involved with each other anymore, you’re just simply doing this for the twins. After this has all been settled, you’ll be on your merry way again. Back to Singapore.

“Did you already speak to your papá?” You asked Sofia as you enter the jet, “uh yes! I talked go him before leaving the house. Papá said that he’s really anxious to see you.” This caused Jamie to chuckled silently, and Sofia locking eyes with her.

“He did?” You sat down at one of the seat, while both Jamie and Sofia sat in front of you, “anxious-nervous, like he’s dreading it or anxious excited like he’s looking forward to it?” A flight stewardess bad offered you a whiskey, but respectfully declined it. “No thank you.” You certainly don’t want to consume any alcohol right now.

“Anxious-excited, definitely!” Sofia and Jamie made eye contact again, and squinted at her, knowing that she’s definitely lying. “Papá said that he’ll meet us in Mallorca.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Mallorca? Where in Mallorca? It’s a big place.” There was a slight pause before Sofia managed to answer you, “he said he’ll meet us at the Cap Rocat hotel.”

“Alright.” You nodded and stood up from your seat to inform the captain that you’ll be redirecting the flight from Madrid to Mallorca, “I’ll just inform our captain that we’ll land in Mallorca instead.”

Once you were out of earshot, Jamie whispered to Sofia, “liar, liar, pants on fire.” She just raises a finger to her lips, motioning to Jamie that she needs to keep quiet. “Aunt Jamie, please don’t tell mamá.” Jamie just nodded and Sofia made her swear by doing a pinky promise.

“Okay, we are all set.” You sat back down on your seat.

As the jet began to exit the tarmac, you let out a deep breath. This is it, there’s no backing out. After twelve whole years, you’ll see and meet Fernando Alonso again—the man that you’ll always love and will drive you crazy.

MALLORCA, SPAIN

As soon as Jullianna and Fernando entered the entrance of the hotel, a painful screech had greeted them. Jullianna definitely know who the screech belongs to, and it belongs to the witch. She immediately rolled her eyes, and she’s not afraid for Bianca to see it, Jullianna had made it well known that she’s not fond of the woman, but always tried to hide it whenever Fernando is present.

Bianca rushed towards Fernando, as her parents was trailing right after her. Now, Jullianna may hate Bianca to the core, but she was not raised to be disrespectful, and greeted Bianca’s parents as a sign of respect for the older couple.

“Hi, darling!” Bianca greeted Fernando, kissing him on the lips. Jullianna was disgusted at the action, “mommy, daddy, this is my fiancée and the love of my life, Fernando Alonso.” Bianca said as she introduced Fernando to her folks, “and this is his adorable daughter, Sofia, who we can all thank for bringing us together this week! This entire get together was all her idea.” Bianca pinched Jullianna’s cheek a little too hard, and swatted it away hardly, causing Bianca to flinch and immediately removed her hands from Jullianna’s cheeks.

Her father bent down to Jullianna’s level and spoke, “¿cómo estás, hija? He oído nada más que cosas maravillosas sobre ti.” Fernando just beamed at you when he heard what Bianca’s father had said. You just smiled at her father and thanked him, not really in the mood to have a conversation.

“Now that pleasantries had been exchanged, why don’t we all go up to our respective rooms, freshen up, then meet for lunch?” Bianca spoke, “sounds good, I had made a reservation for us at Quadrat.” Fernando replied, making Biance smile.

“Sounds perfect!” She cheered, “while we’re at it, want to checkout the honeymoon suit? I bet it’s to die for!” He just smiled at her, “why don’t we check it later, yes? We’ll head up to our hotel room first.” Bianca just nodded and kissed Fernando on the cheeks, winked at him and walked away.

Jullianna was so caught up that he didn’t hear Fernando calling out for her, “Sofia.” She was busy peeking outside of the hotel, looking for any indication of your arrival, “mi vida, what are you looking out there for?”

She snapped her attention back to her father and just shrugged, “nothing.”

Jullianna followed Fernando to their hotel room, and hoped that you and Sofia would arrive in time.

The hotel was gorgeous, you were struck with it’s beauty. You’re happy the Mallorca was still the same last time you had visited, there were a few new establishments, but nonetheless it’s still the same. You walked up to the receptionist and confirmed your reservation, she handed you the key and thanking her.

You turned back your attention to Sofia, she was busy looking around, “sweetheart, let’s go to our room and freshen up,” she didn’t seem to hear you the first time. “Sofia, come on darling.” Jamie had tapped Sofia gently, giving her a nod in thanks.

“Oh, I’m sorry mamá!” She quickly followed you, with Jamie trailing behind her. “Is your papá already here? Since you were busy looking around.”

“Oh uh, I’m not sure.” You sighed, “okay, please update me as soon as your papá is already here, okay? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go back to our respective lives, with a new visitation agreements and everything.”

The moment you entered your hotel room, you threw yourself on the bed, putting an arm over your face, sighing. Jetlag is already starting to hit you. “Lunch is almost approaching, why don’t you guys freshen up?” You sat up, “where do you want to eat lunch?”

Jamie had chimed in, since she had been to Mallorca plenty of times. While you, you only went here one time, and that was years ago…with Fernando. “How about we eat at Quadrat? I’ve been there before, and the food was amazing!” She smiled, “okay, Quadrat is it! Go freshen up, darling.” You turned to Sofia.

While Jamie was in the bathroom freshening up, Sofia gently went to you and sat down on the bed while you were unpacking some new fresh set of clothes to change on, “mamá,” you stopped what you were doing and looked at Sofia softly, “yes, sweetheart.” Smiling. Sofia thought that she should come out clean, and tell you everything.

“Papá…” you urged her, “papá’s getting married.”

Your smile faltered at what Sofia just said. “Oh. I see…getting married…” you chuckled, continuing on unpacking your things. Sofia whined, “she’s awful mamá! We can’t let him go through it!” Sighing, you sat down beside her.

“Baby, there’s nothing we can do.” You gently tucked some of Sofia’s hair behind her ears and smiled, “your papá is a grown man. Capable of deciding whom he wants to marry…besides, how can you assume something about someone who you haven’t even met yet.” You gently poke her sides, causing Sofia to squirm.

“Mamá, you don’t understand. Even if I haven’t met the woman, she’s all wrong for papá!” Sofia sighed exasperatedly, “and the only way that Jullianna and I came up for him not to marry that hideous woman…is if he sees you again.” She lied down on the bed, covering her face.

“You two are trying to fix me up with your papá.” You gently removed Sofia’s hand on her face, “why not? You two are perfect for each other. You two had always been perfect for each other, a match made in heaven.” It somehow made you happy that your twin would still think about it. But twelve years had already gone by, if you and Fernando would’ve been a match made in heaven, none of all these things would have happened. The divorce wouldn’t have happened.

“Nonesense, Sofia.” You shrugged off what Sofia had said and stood from the bed, “up you go. You need to freshen up, we have a reservation in the restaurant. Let’s not keep them waiting.” Completely dismissing everything, you returned back to what you were doing. You are not in the mood to talk about the past, it was called past for a reason.

When everyone was done freshening up, you turned your attention to both Jamie and Sofia. “Okay, before we leave this hotel room, let me say this loud and clear,” you sighed, “Fernando Alonso and I no longer have anything in common. I don’t care that he’s marrying someone soon.” What you had said made Jamie looked at Sofia, and Sofia looking back at her, “I want you and Jullianna to explain to your papá that I am here for one purpose only. That is to switch you and Jullianna back and talk about new visitation agreements. Now that it’s settled, let’s do what we have to do and be done with it. Understood?” Sofia nodded in agreement. Even if you had said everything in your normal tone, it is hard to hide the fact that you were a little bit angry at the turn of events.

Arriving at the the lobby you left the hotel room key at the receptionist. “It’s not very far from the hotel, just a walking distance.” Jamie said, “that’s good! I don’t think I can handle anymore riding cars. I need some fresh air! Everything had felt stuffy.” You replied.

You grabbed Sofia’s hand gently as the three of you walked the streets of Mallorca, getting a good dose of vitamin d and a fantastic view of the ocean. When you arrived at the restaurant, the waiter directly sat you at your table, and gave you the menus to choose from. The service in the restaurant was quick since it’s not peak hours, and after fifteen minutes of waiting, your food was already served, and you three began enjoying the delicious meal.

You were enjoying your meal in silence, not really in the mood to chat from the discussion you and Sofia had back in the hotel room and how tired you were from the long flight from Singapore. “Mamá,” Sofia began, “are you nervous?” You looked at her confusedly.

“Why would I be nervous?” You replied, and continued eating. Jamie just motioned Sofia not to continue, it’s best not to trigger again your pent up anger and nervousness when you had already calmed down. “Nothing mamá, it’s nothing.” You nodded.

Sofia had already finished her meal, when she turned her attention to the entrance of the restaurant. In came Jullianna and Fernando. Her eyes immediately widened when her and Jullianna’s eyes met. You were seated where your back was facing the entrance, so you didn’t saw Jullianna and Fernando entering the restaurant since your were engrossed in a conversation with Jamie.

However, your attention was grabbed by the people that had entered the restaurant since there was a bit of commotion, you turned around discreetly, and saw the face that you never thought you would see again in your life. Quickly grabbing your purse, you pulled out your credit card, “I’ll just go to the restroom to freshen up. Darling, why don’t you get the bill?” You handed Sofia your credit card and gently stood up.

You had never walked so fast in your life. It is not how you envisioned with your mind in seeing Fernando again after twelve years—Fernando Alonso all wrapped up in another woman’s arms. Yeah, not exactly the scenario you had in mind at all. Despite of being divorced already, you can’t help but felt a little hurt with what you had seen. Trying to convince yourself that everything is okay, that you’re both single and free to date whomever you want…but the truth of it all, is that you never really got over Fernando. No siree. No matter how much Jamie introduce you to other guys, you’d somehow always find a way to ruin it and compared them to Fernando.

A little bit of tears had already been threatening to escape from your eyes, but you held it in. “Damn it, Fernando. Twelve years and you still have me falling for you like an idiot in love.” You said to yourself quietly.

Fernando glanced around to check the restaurant, that is until he spotted you, getting up from your table and quickly walking towards the restroom. A waiter passes in front of you, blocking you from his view. He didn’t want to lose sight of you, so he went after you, not hearing Jullianna’s voice calling out for him to look out. “Papá watch out!” Jullianna covered her eyes to avoid witnessing what was about to happen.

Fernando tripped on the floor’s carpet, and crashing onto a waiter that was carrying a big tray that contained food and drinks. The commotion had you turning around and stopping your tracks, only to see a man getting up from the floor, and recognizing that the man turned out to be…Fernando.

You let out a gasped and put a hand over your mouth. Fernando pulled himself up from the floor, his suit was soaking wet from the drinks that had been spilled all over him, the gash on his cheek bleeding from how the tray had hit him. He certainly wasn’t happy about what had just happened, but he helped the waiter, and apologized, promising to pay for the damages that he had caused.

He slowly walked up to you. “Fernando, hello…long time no see,” you breathed, “please try not to go crazy.”

“A little late for that advice, don’t you think?” Fernando chuckled, “what is going on? I haven’t seen or heard from you in twelve years and suddenly you’re popping up everywhere I look.” Before you could answer Fernando, Jullianna, the real Julliana had appeared beside you.

“Papá, I can explain why she’s here.” She began, “Sofia, you know who she is?” He looked at Jullianna confused, and she just nodded. “Yes, papá I know her, and actually, I’m not Sofia.” She trailed.

“I am.” Sofia, the real Sofia. Fernando looks from Jullianna to Sofia, then back to Jullianna again, until he finally looked at you. He’s beyond speechless. “Both of them? Jullianna…Sofia…”

“I guess you and mom still had that connection after all these years.” Sofia nodded in agreement, “You two had ended sending the both of us to the same camp. Sofia and I both met and the whole thing kind of just spilled out.” Jullianna had removed the part where they got in trouble during the camp, last thing they want to do is the both of you getting angry at them.

It seems like Fernando was still processing everything, “they decided to switch places on us, Fernando.” You softly said, “wait a minute. You mean I’ve had Jullianna all this time?” He was speechless.

Jullianna nodded, “I wanted to know what you were like and Sofia wanted to get to know mom.” She explained, “are you angry?” It took a while before everything sink in, then Fernando takes Jullianna into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“Mi vida, of course not.” He broke the hug, kneeling down to Jullianna’s level, “it’s just…I can’t believe that it’s you. The last time I saw you, you had diaper rash…and now, look at you.” Fernando caressed Jullianna’s cheeks softly.

“I’m quite grown up now, and without a father.” Jullianna had emphazised the word ‘father’, making Fernando chuckle lightly, “and I’m on my way to being a crazy mixed-up teenage years. I’ll be the only girl I know without a mother to fight with.” Sofia chimed in.

Fernando was still trying to put everything together, having a bit of hard time grasping everything that has been happening, “Sofia, you have been in Singapore all this time?” She nodded, “come here mi chiquitín.” He pulled Sofia softly towards him, hugging her tightly as well.

“Mamá’s amazing, papá.” Sofia broke the hug, “I don’t understand why you ever let her go.” She added, causing Fernando to smile lightly.

“Girls, why don’t you let your papá and I talk for a couple of minutes, okay?” Both of them took off, and you guided Fernando back to your table. “I hope you still remember my best friend, Jamie.” He nodded, acknowledging Jamie’s presence.

“I’ll excuse myself for a while, so you two can have your privacy. I’ll be watching over the twins for the meantime.” Jamie said smiling, as she stood up from the table and went looking for the twins.

A waiter had passed by in front of your table, you had managed to get the waiter’s attention and asked for a towel and first aid kit. “I can’t believe this. Seeing them together…I, how are you, mi amor?” The nickname had you in stupor, “I’m so sorry,” Fernando apologized the way how he called you. “No, no. It’s fine…I’ve been terrific, how about you?” He just chuckled, “well, I’ve had better day.” Fernando touches his cheeks, and winced at the small wound that he earned from the disaster minutes ago.

Just in time, the waiter had arrived with the first aid and towel in hand. Thanking him, you put down the first aid kit on the table and gave Fernando the towel, “let me help you with that.” You brought your chair near him so that you can tend to his wound, “how is your dad? Still sneaking those stogies?” He said as he looked up to you. “Every single day.” You exchanged smiles.

Fernando was just staring at you while you tend to to his wound, “I can’t believe you still haven’t changed at all…” he trailed off, “you thought that maybe I’d be fat and grey?” You chuckled, “well, not grey…ouch!” He winced.

“There you are!” A voice had caught both of you and Fernando’s attention, “I just talked to the manager and one second you’re already gone…” Bianca stopped midway as she saw you and Fernando so close enough to be kissing, and was taken aback. There was also a sudden realization in her face the moment she saw who you were. “Oh my god, you are Y/N Young…” she was looking back and forth at you and Fernando, “I don’t understand, how did you two meet…and why are you drenched?” She turned to Fernando.

There was a silence, no one had answered Bianca. “This is one small world…” Fernando trailed off, “how small?” Theres was a bit of anger in her eyes, but Bianca had kept her composure.

Sofia had witnessed the scene from a distance, and decided to intervene. She couldn’t stay still, so she walked away before Jamie can stop her, with Jullianna following suit.

“Hola, Bianca.” Sofia had greeted Bianca, “hello,” she held back. “Hello.” Jullianna chimed in, waving a hand at Bianca, causing to scream seeing the two of them.

“Did I ever mentioned to you that Sofia was a twin?” Bianca was at loss for words, “no, as a matter of fact, you didn’t. Two of them?! How fabulous.” She can handle one child alone, but now that she found at that there are two of them, she has to rethink of a new plan how to get rid of them both.

“Oh don’t feel bad, Bianca!” Sofia said, “papá never mentioned it to me either. Imagine my suprise,” she made a fake surprised expression. “By the way, I’m the real Sofia, and this is my twin, Jullianna. She was just pretending to be me while I was in Singapore pretending to be her. This is our mamá, Y/N Young.” She added as Sofia introduced you to Bianca, “by the way papá, I want to legally change my name to Sofia Young-Alonso.” Sofia smiled cheekily.

Bianca looked at you incredulously, as if you had just offended her. “This-this is your mother?” The twins just nodded, “you were married to Fernando Alonso?” She turned to you. “Guilty,” you raised both of your hands in surrender, “well this is a small world. What a coincidence that we are all here on the exact same weekend.” Her smile tightened.

“Well it’s not really a coincidence.” You softly smiled, “the children arranged it so their papá and I could work out the custody situation.” Bianca looked at the twins and they were just smiling at her, further pissing her off.

Later that night, the twins had organized a family dinner, it will be just you, Fernando, and them. The four of you are already together, so why not make the most of it.

As Fernando was fixing his suit and tie in front of the mirror, Bianca was sitting at the bed, clearly looking unhappy when Fernando had said that he’ll be going to dinner tonight with you and the twins.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see why you need to go on a dinner with your ex-wife.” Bianca said, “why couldn’t you just meet her in the lobby, discuss the custody situation, shake hands and say good bye? I’ll exactly tell you why, it’s because your daughters do not want me to marry you!”

Fernando just sighed. “You know that’s not true.” But she just rolled her eyes at him, “it’s true! They see me like I’m some kind of evil stepmother. Trust me, Fernando, I’m not being paranoid. I swear, those girls have something up on their sleeves.” For sure Fernando didn’t have to deal with anything like this with you.

“Bianca, calm down. The girls have never had a meal with both of their parents their entire lives, how could I say no?” She stood up, “I told you to let me represent you on all your negotiations, didn’t I?” By now, Fernando is being fed up with this conversation.

“I need to get to dinner.” Bianca had managed to grab Fernando by his wrist, “but Fernando, what am I supposed to do while you are gone?” She whined. “I don’t know, what the television and order some food? I’ll be back before you know it.” Fernando was able to pry off Bianca and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Fernando and Sofia, both dressed to the nines, are already waiting by the entrance of the hotel for you and Jullianna. “Sofia, mi vida, I already had enough surprises for the day. Why don’t you just tell me where we are going, yes?” Sofia just shake her head no, refusing to tell him. “It will be ruined if I tell you anything, papá. But trust me, you’re going to love it!” She said excitedly.

Just then, you and Jullianna came out of the hotel, thanking the staff for opening the door for the both of you. You are wearing a gorgeous black dress that was recommended by Jamie. Fernando was trying not to admire you too openly.

“Hey,” he softly greeted you. “Hi…so do you know where they will be taking us?” You smiled, “I tried, but Sofia won’t crack.” This just caused you both to laugh.

“Okay, now you both need to put these on. You can take them off once we arrive at the destination.” Sofia handed both of you a blindfold, “we’re going in that limo?” Fernando’s face contorted into a confusion, wondering where and how did the twins managed to pull off a limo. “You want me to drive?” Sofia sassed, and he just surrendered.

You’re not very keen on your sight be taken away, you had unconsciously grabbed Fernando’s hand. Smiling to himself, he just squeezed your hand gently. It was a twenty minute drive when you had arrived at the destination, the twins got out first and guided the two of you out of the limo.

“You can now take them off.” Jullianna said in excitement.

As you take off your blindfolds, you gasped and your eyes widened as you look ahead and saw an exquisite 150 foot yacht, all lit up and bobbing gently at the waves of the sparkling bay.

“Surprise!” Both of the twins said, “she’s ours for the night.” Jullianna said. “And how exactly are we paying for her?” Fernando directed his gaze at Jullianna, “well…we had a little bit of help from grandpa…” she trailed off.

You and Fernando just exchanged a quizzical look and followed the girl towards the entrance of the yacht, where a uniformed Captain welcomes all of you aboard. Sofia had led you all to the deck, where there is a candle-lit table that is set for two in the middle of the dining room. You can see the entire view of the vast Mediterranean sea, lit by the yacht’s twinling lights.

“Why is the table only set for two?” Fernando questioned, “that’s the other part lf the surprise! Jullianna and I won’t be joining you tonight.” They both smiled cheekily, “you’re not?” You asked, while the twins just just shook their heads.

The twins disappeared at the deck and a man dressed in ship’s steward, in tropical white had entered. “Good evening, sir and madam. I’ll be your server for tonight.” Fernando had pulled your chair out for you to seat down, thanking him. “May I both offer you a champagne?” Fernando nodded, as the ship’s steward pour each of your glass a champagne.

There was a comforting silence, “you know, it’s incredibly sweet for them to do this.” You said, chuckling. “It is very sweet, indeed.” Fernando just smiled at you.

As the yacht sailed, a soft wind blowed in your hair, and this had made Fernando stare at you lovingly. But before he further get lost in your beauty, he lift his glass for a toast. “Well then, here’s to…” you lifted your own glass as you finished his sentence, “our daughters.” It was not exactly what Fernando had in mind, but okay. “To our daughters.”

The twins had decided to sneak a peak at you and Fernando, and they are happy that to see that you two are toasting.

“You know,” Fernando began. “I always see you in Sofia, something about her eyes reminds me of you.” He chuckled. “That’s funny, because I had always seen you in Jullianna, the way she smiles completely resembles you when you smile.”

There was an awkward moment as you both sip your champagne. Glancing by the deck’s entrance, the twins had drop out of sight when you both had caught them taking a peak, and this had just caused you to giggle.

“They turned out pretty good, huh?” Fernando smiled. “We’ve been lucky.” You smiled back at him.

“Sometime, if we’re ever really alone, maybe we could talk about…what happened between us.” Fernando stared directly at you, and you are holding yourself from melting. Those eyes, it always does something to you, it makes you weak on the knees. But what can you do? Fernando always had a beautiful eyes. “It all feels a bit hazy to me now, it ended so fast.”

“It started so fast.” You softly said, “now that part I remember perfectly.” He chuckled.

“So…you’ve done incredibly well. I didn’t know that you’re back in F1.” Fernando smirked at you, “I see that you’re still updated about me, eh?” You nearly spit your champagne, “I am not! You know very well that my father is still one of the major sponsors in one of the teams, and he would tell me all this stuff every once in a while. So don’t you go assuming things.” You said defensively and he just laughed at you.

“I’m just kidding, no need to be all defensive on me.” He smiled, “yeah, I’m back in F1. But enough about me, how about you? I hear that you’re big name in fashion, exactly what you wanted to do…that is pretty impressive. Always thought that you’ll be running the family business.” You just smiled at him, “yeah. Well, the thing about running the family business is still open. Maybe in a couple of years, I’ll take charge. Dad is still handling the business like it has always been. It’s pretty amazing that we both ended up where we wanted to be…” you trailed off. “We did.”

The ship’s steward enters, carrying two bowls of soup and placed it in front of you, and left right after. “So what do we do about the girls?” You pondered, “I guess now that they’ve met, you can’t expect them to be apart of each other…I could keep them half the year and you could-“ before you can finish what you’re saying, Fernando had cut you off. “They can’t go to two schools every year, y/n.” You nodded, “okay, I can keep them for a whole year, and then you could-“ he cut you off again. It’s like every time you suggest something, he cuts you off.

“Listen, y/n. This is why we both came up with the solution we have right now.” You looked at him intently, “really? I thought it was because we decided to never see each other again.” Fernando just frowned at you, “not we, y/n.”

“You know, that part has become a bit hazy for me as well over the years.” You said as you start your soup, “you don’t remember the day you packed?”

“Oh no, I remember that day very perfectly. Did I hurt you when I threw that hair dryer? I’ve often wondered.” Fernando rubbed his shoulder in an impulse, “yes, it did hurt. So how come you never got married again? I’ve always figured by now that you’d be remarried with a new family.” You nearly choked on your soup and grabbed a tissue.

“Me? Getting remarried? No…no, no…no.” He chuckled at your reaction, “that’s a lot of no’s.” You sighed, “that’s because I realized that marriage is not for me. Jamie did help me set up a few dates, but I always ended up ruining it.”

There was a beat of silence again. “You know, this may be the only time that I’ll get to be alone with you, so I’m throwing everything out in the open.” He sighed, “about the day you packed, why did you do it?”

“Fernando…” you looked at him softly, “we were getting along so badly, we both had tempers, and ended up saying things that hurts us. So I packed my things and left, catch the first flight home, and you didn’t even come after me.” That night when you and Fernando had a big argument, you had enough and just packed up, grabbed Jullianna, leaving him.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.” He responded quietly. “Well, any of it doesn’t matter now. Let’s just put on a good front for the kids, and get this show on the road, shall we?” Fernando couldn’t do anything but just nod, “yeah, you’re right.”

Both of you ate the food in silence, no one bothered speaking right after that conversation. Fernando would make small talks with you, but you’ll just end up answering all straight to the point, no chance of him prolonging the conversation.

Last night’s dinner was full of silence, you and Fernando weren’t able to talk about the custody, and today is the day that you and Jullianna were flying back to Singapore. It has been silently agreed upon that both of your respective lawyers will just handle everything. You had been missing meetings left and right if you prolong this situation, you needed to fly back to Singapore.

You gave the twins some time to say theid goodbyes in the hotel room while you’re at the fromt desk, signing the bill. After signing the bill, you give your thanks to the bellman and left him a hefty tip.

“Alright, we are all set! Where’s Jullianna?” You turned to Jamie, “she just texted me, she and Sofia are on the way down.” Just then, Fernando arrived in the lobby, without Bianca. But you couldn’t care less.

“Okay, so I’ll uh, send Sofia to you over christmas.” You nodded, “and I’ll see that Jullianna spends easter with you.”

The twins came out of the elevator, dressed identical to each other, making it hard to tell who’s who. This made you and Fernando looked at each other, “this one’s Sofia, I’m sure of it.” He said as he grabs Jullianna, and Sofia just grinned. “I hope you’re right, papá. You don’t wanna send the wrong kid all the way back to Singapore.” Fernando looked at you, silently asking for help.

“Okay, here’s our proposition. We go back to papá’s house, pack our stuff and the four of us go on a camping trip.” The twins smiled, “camping? The four of us? Girls, don’t do this to me right now. I had enough headache as it is.” You sighed as you put a hand on your forehead, “or you do as I say and I take one of you back with to Singapore, whether you like it or not.”

It was two against one, and in the end, everything was pushed back, since your powers did not work against the twins. All of your appointments were rescheduled, and Jamie had to return to Singapore since her company needed her. It appears that just you and Jullianna will be returning to Singapore following the twins' desired camping excursion. You decided to accept everything since there was no point in resisting, and before long, you were headed back to Fernando's house. All you can do is hope that everything goes as planned.

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I've loved you for so long (1) | Lucy Bronze

A/N: Hello! I haven't written in so long but here is something that I have been working on since the WC (she's a short one I know). I didn't post it earlier because I was moving and starting a new job but everything has calmed down and I had time to edit it. Please let me know what y'all think and hopefully, I can post the 2nd part soon! If you like my writing maybe through in a suggestion and I'll try my best! :D

Content: Angst, Fluff if you squint

{Word Count: 2004}

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I've loved you for so long

Oh, I'd forgotten how it feels

Feelings come back strong

'I've Loved You For So Long - The Aces'

Lucy and I had met, informally, in 2015 in Canada, we never played against each other in that World Cup but that didn’t stop us from bumping into each other at Tim Hortons. The couple of times that we ran into each other at the World Cup caused small conversations and laughs that left me wanting more. God, even just her smile left me wanting. 

I didn’t message her throughout our respective seasons right after the World Cup but sometimes I’d click on her Instagram profile and just scroll and see her thrive in Manchester City. Well I did drum up the courage to message once.

‘It’d probably be weird if I messaged her out of the blue right?... I mean it has been weeks  since Canada?’ I told myself as I lay on my small apartment couch in Portland.  

My thumb hovered over the send button with a slight tremble.

“Fuck it” My thumb harshly hit the screen and the quick ‘Wanted to say that you had an amazing tournament. Shame we never played against each other ♥️That goal against Canada was a banger meant to send that in Canada lol!”  message was delivered.

 I swear I threw my phone onto the other side of my couch and took a shower not expecting to see two notifications sent five minutes after me.

‘Lucy Bronze liked your message’

‘Lucy Bronze: ‘means a lot. Hope to see you again soon, miss world champion ⭐️⭐️⭐️’

I didn’t notice the smile growing as I looked at the notifications on the screen. I probably read it 20 times, setting the phone down on my coffee table and pacing the room debating whether I should respond or what I even should respond with. 

“Lucy is funny, maybe I can joke about how it’s been long or maybe just a ‘feeling is mutual’” I said aloud to myself.

‘Why am I getting worked up about this?” My hair is now messy by how many times I redid my ponytail pacing the room for 13 minutes. I kept procrastinating and just settled with getting ready for bed.

‘I’ll just respond tomorrow,’ I said, confidently,  plugging in my phone and placing it on my nightstand. That sentiment lasted about 2 minutes before I walked quickly back into my room picking up my phone, opening the message, and liking Lucy’s before responding. 

Y/N: I would love to see you again! I hope it's somewhere other than Tim Hortons even though I loved that place lol 🙂

My phone immediately locked as I got into bed and turned away from my phone. I closed my eyes tightly trying to go to sleep quickly so that in the rare probability that Lucy would continue the conversation, I could deal with it tomorrow morning, maybe ask Klingenburg for advice. Though she might scold me for fraternizing with the enemy, jokingly of course. Defenders knew other defenders right? Kling would find it funny that a right winger is flirting with a right back.

My thoughts were interrupted by one vibration and then two more in succession. My body slowly turned over to see my phone lit up still and then slowly dimming. My hand, subconsciously, went over, picked up my phone, and opened the messages seeing Lucy liking my message.

Lucy: Let me buy you a cup whenever you’re in Manchester; there are some cafes you’d like here.

Lucy: I would love to show you around 🙂 

I smiled at the messages and immediately replied without a second thought

Y/N: I will let you know because I do need a vacation 🥲

Y/N: And I would love to give you a tour of Portland, the coffee capital of the world. Worth it.

I stared at the messages until I saw a little heart appear on my last message. The little dots of a message incoming made me nervously tap the side of my phone. 

Lucy Bronze: I’ll take that as a promise 😉

Y/N: And I expect that cup of coffee in Manchester is a promise too ☺️

Lucy would only like the message and I would promptly go to sleep after waiting 15 minutes for a message that never came. I tried my best to not think about it but the feeling that came from reading her messages and the smile that would creep onto my face…I wouldn’t forget. 

Hayley Raso came into my life slowly after that. Glances turned to long stares. The lingering touches throughout practice became more than a pat on the back for a job well done. The smiles and laughs echoed off the walls of Providence Park as we walked to our cars until it was just to my car.

The weekly movie nights at my place turned into watching a show and cuddling together after practice for days on end. Another toothbrush appeared in the bathroom and suddenly my queen-sized bed wasn’t as empty. 

Mornings were met with a quick kiss, a hug from behind, and sweet nothings whispered in each other's ear.

Going to practice wasn’t done alone anymore and it was nice to have someone waiting on you if you had to stay behind to see the physio.

It was easy since we were both playing for Portland at the time and the team weren’t surprised when we told them.

 Little by little the Australian would appear in my Instagram photos and I in hers. 

The one that “broke the internet” was Hayley’s post of her kissing me on the cheek at the end of a game when the USWNT and Australia had a friendly. The one that sealed the deal for everyone was my Christmas post of photos of the party I had at my apartment. One, a particular one at the end, Hayley was in my lap while I kissed her. 

Something, however, nagged at me every time I saw a certain person's name pop up “Lucy Bronze liked your post” but I ignored it. I now know it was the feeling of the “what if” and “what could have been”. 

‘Did Lucy not want this with me? Maybe that’s why she never followed up. I probably said something to scare her away. Hayley didn’t run away’ I remember thinking to myself and as if on cue two arms snake their way around my waist. 

“Everything alright babe?” Hayley said into my back, I, immediately, felt my shoulders relax at the sound of Hayley’s voice.

I whispered, “I'm alright, just read some rude comments. You know how some people get”. I lied to Hayley; I was happy in our relationship and shouldn’t be wondering about the “what could have been” with someone that wasn’t her.  

Hayley would then go on to say that she’s told me to never look at the comments because when have the mean ones ever done something for us? She’d led me back to the bedroom to get ready for bed as we had an early practice but not after she promised to take my mind off the “negative comments”...it worked. 

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She Believes Cup March 6th, 2016, 

Lucy Bronze’s POV

We hadn’t played the United States in Canada which is a shame to not be able to play the future World Champions. Once, we had heard that we would be playing them in the She Believes Cup. I was excited for multiple reasons.

The US call up was released and I would be playing against (y/n). Since the World Cup, (Y/N) was making a name for herself as a strong right winger and playmaker for Portland and the National team.

On the pitch, she seemed cold and intimidating, but I met her as the complete opposite. 

I was able to just watch her tap her lip with her finger with her US cap on backward as she decided which pastry she wanted with her coffee at that Tim Hortons. She whistled quietly as she waited her turn and then adorably, fumbled through her order. Then humming to herself happily as she waited on the side with her warm croissant covered by a napkin.  

I was in awe of her. I had seen her play before and was always impressed by what I’d seen but never played against her. 

As I went up to order my own coffee and pastry I noticed her scrolling through her phone, laughing to herself. (y/n’s) eyes crinkle when she laughs or smiles really big. She hadn’t noticed me when I stood next to her, also waiting for my drink, there I took notice that she was at least three inches above me and that she sticks out her tongue when she is reading something. 

I breathed in and said loud enough for her to hear as she read, “I won’t tell your trainer if you don’t tell mine” I shook my little bag containing the coffee cake I had just ordered. I chuckled at the little jump she gave when she noticed me.

“Shit, sorry you scared me” a nervous laugh leaving her mouth

I extended my hand, “Sorry bout that. I’m Lucy, Lucy Bronze with England”  

She completed the handshake, “(y/n) (l/n) with the US…obviously” She pointed to her hat that had USA stitched on the back.

The conversation had good enough banter that we both remained at a table for about 2 hours talking about life and football. I could tell you that I fell for the way she looked at me with her gentle (y/e/c) eyes as she described the antics of her new golden retriever puppy named Chili she had adopted when she went to Portland.

I never really was intimidated or made nervous by any American player, especially on the pitch but watching her warm up with an icy cold expression during the She Believes Cup match made me question if the person I met at Tim Horton’s was the same person. 

I don’t think I was nervous but I lost count of how many times I would try to get a glimpse of her as she warmed up. Every time I did I’d feel the blush on my cheeks as I remembered the short text conversation that we had shortly after the World Cup. 

I regretted so much for not following up immediately; I got scared. If (y/n) asked me today why I didn’t respond, I wouldn’t have known what to say to be honest. Lack of courage was what Jill had told me as Jordan patted my back while reading the messages.  

The moment that I finally gained the courage to message (y/n) on Instagram to invite her to Manchester for a visit, was the day when I saw the picture of Hayley Raso kissing her cheek at a friendly. It was the first thing I saw when I opened the app to message her.

I remember my stomach dropping like the feeling when you don’t feel the bottom of a pool. 

I had it all planned in my head that she’d accept and I had a mini itinerary in my head of things she would’ve enjoyed and sightseeing spots. But the photo of her with her face buried in Hayley’s neck as she hugged her made the feeling worse.

Raso had beat me to (y/n) and she didn’t even know it. I kicked myself for not being brave. I would’ve had her in my arms sooner. I tell her all the time that I fell for her immediately and from meeting her I wanted more of her every passing day. 

Just seeing her across the field filled me with the tucked away feelings I had for her. I remember thinking…What I would have given to be there again talking about the most mundane things over coffee. Hearing her try her hardest to tell a joke but failing as she laughs remembering the punch line or even unconsciously speaking with an English accent when we spoke… God, I really loved her for so long.

[yelenasdiary]

Forbidden || Chapter III Stranger

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Bishop! Reader.

Summary: Just outside of the small town of Blisswater, lives two young sisters, Kate & Y/n Bishop. It's hard not to know who the Bishops are, Kate is the eldest by a year. She is a beautiful young woman, smart, protective and is known to have a talent in using a bow. Y/n, she is shy but quiet as some would say but nevertheless, she holds her own talents and can often be seen tending to the animals of Bishop Ranch. One evening while Kate is out hunting to make some money, Y/n is surprised with an unwanted guest, Yelena Belova. A bounty Hunter from Drybellow who has taken shelter in the young Bishop's barn after being wounded from a gun fight.

Struggling to keep money following, Y/n has no choice but to take the bounty hunter's offer of $5 a day if she is able to help the woman recover. During Yelena's stay, the two grow closer, a little too close if the wrong pair of eyes were to see them.

Warnings:Homophobia (given the time setting, reader believes same sex relations are wrong), Mentions of sexism, Mentions of arson, Parental Death (Wanda’s), Mentions of Guns, Mentions of Murder, Unwanted Male Attention | 3.2K

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The sun ever so slightly peaked over the open land telling me I had woken up earlier than I normally would. It was still dark out, the dark clouds covering the sky as rain continued to cover the land. I assumed it was the deep fear of Kate stumbling into my room and seeing a complete stranger in my bed that I had woken up earlier, I knew I had to be up before her and keep her from finding out. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I'm still so worried about Yelena, she looked so peaceful sleeping but still wasn't out of the woods. Wanda should hopefully be back from wherever she has gone tomorrow, I wish had given me a rough time as to when she'd be stopping by. 

I quietly crept out of my room to get Yelena's herbal tea ready before she woke up, placing it on the small wooden bedside table. She turned in her sleep, slowly opening her eyes, she greeted me with a soft smile that made me feel warm. I smiled back, "good morning" I whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you. I just brought in your morning tea. Wanda should be back tomorrow so only 2 or 3 more mugs of this tea!" I assured her. She made the effort to side up, taking the mug to warm her hands. 

The weather was a little on the colder end, the storm last night hasn't ended. The sound of rain drops falling on the wood roof was one of my favorite sounds, I wasn't prepared to see the mess the wild wings had caused. 

"You know, I'm surprised this tea seems to be working. I don't feel like my temperance is a high today. Who is this magical woman with the herbal goods?" Yelena replied in a whisperer.

"Most people around her actually believe she's magical. She's lovely and I hope you get to meet her one day"

"Wait, you go this tea from a witch?" Yelena asked, cocking her brow. 

"She's not a witch. She's misunderstood" I correct her, "before she moved her, she used to live in a large city well over the Grand Point Mountains. She grew up there with her parents and twin brother. Her parents owned one of the smaller post offices just outside the city and on weekends Wanda would help her mother while Pietro would be off doing something with their dad. Wanda's mother let her sell stuff for a few cents, but people believed she was experimenting in witchcraft and began to harass her family. One night before closing, her parents were locked in the build as it was set on fire. Her parents died in the flames, leaving Wanda and Pietro to leave the city" I explained. 

"What do you think? Do you think she's a witch like everybody else?" Yelena asked after a moment of silence. I shrugged, "what she is and what she isn't has no effect on me. She's kind to me and has never given me a reason to be cruel to her. Word travels and now the people in Blisswater treat her with no respect"

Yelena hummed at my reply before she took a mouthful of her tea, "you're a very interesting person, Y/n Bishop" she spoke after letting the tea warm her insides. 

I'm not sure why but the way she said my name made my stomach flutter and I found myself unable to look her in the eyes. "Well, I could say the same about you, bounty hunter Yelena Belova" I replied. 

"I'm not near as interesting as you are" she said, taking another mouthful of her tea. I looked at her, "I'm not sure what you find so interesting about me, I've never done anything as cool as you. I mean, you get to be a bounty hunter! You're free to travel the land for free, you can handle yourself in many situations but me? All I know is Blisswater and it's surroundings" 

Yelena placed her mug back on the wooden table before she looked up at me, "that's how you see things? I haven't seen much, but I've heard enough" she says, "that peter boy, he's head over heels for you and he's not a bad looking guy. But you don't look twice at him, why is that?" she asked. 

"Peter has been in love with me since he learned the word love. I don't know what love feels like when it's not for your family, but I know that what he feels for me isn't what I feel for him" 

"Are you to marry him?" Yelena asked. I shook my head, "my father thinks he's a wonderful young gentlemen and would like to see me marry him, but he always says he just wants me to be happy. My mother says that one day I will have to find somebody because this world isn't made for women on their own" I replied.

Yelena cocked a brow at my last sentence, "but you are clearly proof that a woman can do just fine on her own" I quickly added. She chuckled lightly making my cheeks once again have a warm sensation to them. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I asked to break any silence that may have come next. 

"You know, you should probably tell your sister that I am here, it might make things easier for you" she chuckled lightly once more, "I need to use the toilet, so I guess, whenever you think it's safe, let me know" she added. 

"Of course, um, Kate and I are probably going to make a trip to town to sell the elk meat so we'll be gone for a little while" I replied, "but I can't tell her about you, not until I find the right time to explain things" I added with a nervous smile. Yelena took another mouthful of her tea before giving me a nod, "yes ma'am" she said. 

I smiled softly just before I heard Kate letting Lucky out the back door, "and on that note, I'll be back when I can" I said in a whisperer before leaving my room, greeting Kate with a stretch. "Good morning" I smiled. 

"If you say so" she replied, she was never much of a morning person until she'd had a coffee to wake herself up a little. I followed her into the kitchen and took a seat at the dining table as she began to make her coffee. "So, did you want to get lunch at the saloon today? Something different for once" I suggested, wanting to earn Yelena some extra time to relax without worrying. 

"Sounds good to me, doesn't look like the rain is going to let up anytime soon. We'll sell the elk meat to the butcher and grab a few things from Mr Barton then we can get some lunch" 

"Maybe we could even stop by the post office and see if there is anything from mom and dad" I added. Kate turned and smiled softly to me, almost as if she didn't want to make me worry but I knew deep down she had her own theories about where our parents were. 

"Sure, won't hurt to check" she replied, pouring her hot coffee into a tin mug. 

"I'll go get dressed and feed Arrow and Lucky while I wait for you" I said, excusing myself from the kitchen and returning to my room. 

"Why the long face?" Yelena whispered. I opened my dresser and began to pick out my outfit, trying not to let my mind think about how much I missed my parents. "I wouldn't want to bother you with my problems" I replied as I grabbed a top. 

"I'm pretty sure I would win that argument but it's okay, you don't have to talk about it, I am a stranger after all" 

I couldn't help but sigh, I wasn't sighing at Yelena or her comment but because I missed my parents. How could they have just disappeared? Deep down I know something has happened to them, but I try my best to ignore that thought and think maybe they are just so busy, and father is caught up on a business deal. I turned to Yelena, my shoulders felt heavy, and I could feel tears trying to break their way through. 

"My parents have been missing for months. Not a single letter in the mail from them. I'm just worried about them is all" I whispered, fighting back my tears. 

There was a brief moment of silence before Yelena spoke again, "How about when I'm better, I'll see what I can find out" she offered. My eyes widened at the offer but quickly remembered to keep quiet. "Would you? I mean, I wouldn't want to put you out in any way, I just" I paused for a moment as my mind flashed back to the last memory I had of my parents. Father helped mother up onto the wagon before loading the last of their luggage, a smile from mother as she waved goodbye, reminding Kate and I to be safe. 

I remember the night before they left, father came into my room and told me how he was going to bring me back some paint that would last me a good few months. He said he missed my paintings and wanted me to paint him and mother something wonderful to hang up in the living room. 

"I miss them so much" I finally added. 

"Then I must recovery quickly then" Yelena threw me a playful wink. Her gesture made me smile softly before I turned to close the dresser, "do you mind?" I asked kindly. Yelena nodded and pulled my bed cover over my head to allow me to get dressed, I got dressed as quickly as I could just so I could spare a few small minutes with Yelena. 

"Do you think maybe a little later you could share some more of your bunty hunting stories?" I asked in a whisper as I fixed my hair in the mirror. Yelena slowly pulled the covers off her head and looked at me through the mirror, "I think I could do that" she smiled softly. 

"Y/n, are you ready?" I heard Kate call.

"Coming!" I called back, "I'll see you later" I said quietly to Yelena before leaving the room and meeting Kate in the kitchen again. "It looks like the rain is starting to pick up, I'll go feed Arrow, you feed Lucky and then we'll go" my sister said, downing the last mouthful of her coffee before placing her mug in the sink. 

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We sold the elk meat and made $8 but the butcher, Mr Austin always likes to give Kate a little extra. You'll find that almost everybody in Blisswater is generous and friendly, we all help each other out. It's almost like we are one giant family! After that, we made our way to Mr Barton. 

"Good morning girls!" He greeted us with a warm smile.

"Morning!" Kate replied shortly after me. 

"What can I do for you this morning?" Mr Barton asked, putting away a revolver in the lock up behind him. "I just need some new arrows, went hunting the other day and lost a few" Kate replied as she made her way over to the arrows. "Catch anything worth it?" He asked. 

"An elk, not bad skin but could've been better" Kate said. 

These two always bond over their hunting skills and love for hunting, he's taught Kate a few tips and tricks when it comes to using a bow. Usually, I just stand in the background and wait for their conversations to be over with but this morning, Mr Barton's daughter, Lila, was helping him today. 

"They talk a lot, don't they?" She smiled at me. I chuckled, "they do"

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked me, I shook my head, "I'm just here with Kate, she needs new arrows! How's Cooper?" I asked, that's her older brother. 

"He is fine, he's was supposed to help father today but mother needed a man's help back home so I swapped" she explained, "hey did you hear about the gunshots the other night? People are saying the infamous Loki, and his gang are hanging around town" she added. I wondered if this was how Yelena got hurt. 

Loki and his gang are basically famous for their crimes of robbing banks, sometimes even killing people in their homes. If he and his gang are hanging around, it won't be ideal for Kate and I to be seen at home without our parents. 

"No, I mean, I heard the gun shots, but I didn't think it had anything to an outlaw gang" I replied.

"Father and I saw some men come out of the saloon earlier, not faces I'd ever seen around here before" Lila said, "best to be extra careful" she added. I nodded at her words, "Thank you for the heads up. Kate and I are headed there for lunch after they stop yapping" I replied making her chuckle. "It might be a while; you know these two" she joked. We both chuckled, making Kate and Mr Barton turn around to look at us. 

"What's so funny over there?" Mr Barton asked. 

"Oh, nothing father, just get back to your hunting talk" Lila teased making her father playfully shake his head at us. 

While I was waiting for Kate to finish her hunting topics with Mr Barton, an unfamiliar face entered the store. He was tall, maybe six-foot! His hair was dark brown and he had green eyes, his coat brushed ever so slightly against the floor. 

"Oi, gunsmith! Can I get some service around here?" he demanded as he made his way to the counter. 

"Of course, I'll be right there" Mr Barton replied. Kate looked over to me and nodded towards the door, suggesting it was time for us to leave. "What can I get for you?" Mr Barton asked. The tall man placed a shotgun onto the counter and demanded that Mr Barton clean the weapon while he stocked up on ammo and gun oil. As Kate and I walked out of the store two other men that didn't look very happy were waiting outside. 

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing" one man said as he looked my sister up and down. I noticed Kate rolled her eyes at his comment, it wasn't flattering, and Kate didn't seem to like it. "Give us a smile doll" he added. 

"Get a real job, loser!" Kate muttered, pulling me close to her side as we walked. 

"Oh, come on sweet thing, don't be like that. Come play with a real man" we heard the guy call out. 

Once we got to the saloon, we took a seat near the window. "I don't want you hanging out town by yourself right now" Kate said as she took off her coat and hung it over the back of her chair. "You don't have to tell me twice, Lila told me all about it" I replied. Kate nodded before she took a seat, "what can I get you ladies?" Mr Barnes smiled. 

"Surprise me!" I smiled back, I wasn't sure what I felt on the menu, and it was always fun when Mr Barnes would surprise me. "You got it, Kate, what can I get you?" He asked. I watched my sister's eyes scan the menu of three options while the drunken men by the bar caught more of her attention then the menu did, "what's the story there?" Kate asked. 

"Just another gang rolling through town, heard a few of them talking about plans to head north, I wouldn't worry to much about them" Mr Barnes assured us, but I could tell that Kate wasn't assured at all. "Roasted catfish and veg will be fine" Kate smiled but her eyes drifted back to the men.

"I bet mother and father's letters are just travel as much as they are" I joked in hopes it would lighten the mood, but Kate looked at me, smiled softly and let out a light sigh. "Y/n, I know you don't want to face the reality of this but I thin-"

"Kate, please don't say it" I cut her off, "I know you think I'm too scared to admit but I know okay? I know they are probably lying face out in the ditch somewhere, but I still think there is hope! Even if we never see them again, they could've sent a letter!" I snapped, storming out of the saloon. 

"Y/n, wait!" I heard Kate's voice not far behind me. I don't like making a scene, but I wish Kate would be a little more understanding of my feelings, she acts as though I am supposed to be like her and act like our missing parents have been dead for many years. "Would you just wait up a second!" Kate ran up to me, gently grabbing me by the arm. 

"I didn't mean to upset you" she said, looking me in my eyes while I fought back tears, "I just don't want you to keep being disappointed when there isn't a letter. I miss them too, I wish they never left but it's just you and I for now, okay?" 

I nodded before she pulled me in for a comforting hug, "let's have lunch, check the post office and head home then we can do whatever you want, sound good?" She spoke. I nodded once more before the two of us walked back to the saloon to enjoy lunch. 

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"We'll try again next week" Kate smiled softly as we walked out the path to our home, I gave her a fake smile in reply. I really hoped that this would be the day that I'd be walking this path reading aloud a letter from our parents, it gave me something to look forward to. "Here, I got you something to cheer you up" Kate spoke, handing me a candy bar, "thanks!!" I smiled as I quickly ripped into it. 

"You were supposed to save it for after dinner" she chuckled, opening the front door. My eyes widen when I saw Yelena standing in the hall with a cup in her hand. Kate quickly grabbed the closest thing to a weapon, "who the hell are you?!" She said sternly. I dropped my candy bar, "Kate, it's okay!" I said, standing in front of her. If it were possible, you'd be able to see the steam coming from Kate's ears.

"Y/n, why is there a stranger in our home?!" She asked. 

"I can see you're mad, but I can explain everything!" I replied but she ignored me, "you, outside, now!" Kate looked through me to Yelena who didn't say a word but followed Kate's instructions meanwhile I did my best to try and calm my sister down. "Who are you and what do you want?" Kate asked sternly. 

Yelena looked directly into Kate's eyes, suddenly it was like I didn't even exist in the moment. "My names Yelena. Yelena Belova and your sister here has been helping me, I took cover in your barn after being shot, as you can see. I've been paying her $5 a day for her troubles" Yelena explains. Kate turns to look at me, eyes full of anger, "you have a lot to explain" she muttered.

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Update: Things are a little off this week

So I wanted to give ya'll an update and let you know why there's not been a restock preview yet for tomorrow's drop. :[ After I got back from my trip, my baby dog has been having a very rough time with a bad skin issue (we're now pretty sure it's contact dermatitis from her groomer using a new shampoo). We've been in and out of the vet, having to keep a close eye on her at all times because she keeps scratching the irritated area & making it bleed (it's between her shoulder blades so the issue is scratching with her back paws, a cone or whatever else can't stop this) even after we got her some lidocaine spray. So far it's just been getting worse and spreading, but now that we suspect it was the new shampoo we're getting her bathed again today with a medicated sensitive shampoo in the hopes that it'll get rid of whatever chemical has been causing the irritation and allow her skin to start healing up. But no surprise with all that, I've been having a hard time focusing on anything else other than trying to take care of her. So just a heads up that my partner and I are both struggling a bit to have any spoons left right now to keep up with the shop. Here's some shop updates so everyone can know what to expect: -The next batch of ready-to-ship orders will head out tomorrow. These got put off earlier in the week because of needing to suddenly take Jolene to the vet, and at the time we weren't at all thinking about the post office being closed today for Juneteenth. So we'll pack them today and take them tomorrow. -There will still be a restock, but it will be a very limited selection. My priority is still to release Ascension and Efflorescense ready-to-ship tomorrow. Originally I wanted to have some more items go up along with them, but with everything that's been going on I just haven't gotten any of that organized in time. The only thing I know I can add for sure is that we got the reprinted, correct Queen of Wands Reversed Crop Tops in the mail recently. So I can at least restock those now. -This week's tarot video is definitely at risk of being dropped from my schedule. I feel pretty bad about missing a week less than a month in to doing them, but I also have to realize that it's incredibly inconsequential to get those out "on time". Since so much other stuff has been backlogged into needing to be done today/tomorrow, I literally may not have enough daylight in order to film a video for this week. Much less the time and brainpower to edit it :[ Thanks for understanding, and hopefully things will be back to normal shortly!

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

... But I also really want a sneak pick at Lake of Fire :D

Here's a snippet from the next chapter, which will hopefully be posted later today or tomorrow:

Someone knocks on the door and Charles whirls around, heart leaping into his throat before he remembers that Edwin wouldn’t knock. “Yeah? Come in?” The door opens and Jenny pokes her head in, scowling. “Did you give the Tongue & Tail’s phone number to one of your creepy friends?” “What creepy friends?” Charles blinks, bewildered. “Someone’s on the phone looking for the Dead Boy Detectives. She says she has a tip about a case.” “About the Deathless?” “I didn’t ask, because I’m in the middle of running a business.” “Right.” Charles realizes he’s bouncing on his heels like that time he drank a whole pot of coffee in under an hour. If he has new information by the time Edwin gets back, they can move past whatever weirdness happened earlier. Edwin isn’t one to dwell on things like his best mate staring at his mouth when there’s a case to solve. “Sorry about that, Jenny. Not sure how they got your number.” She sighs. “Just try to keep my shop out of your paranormal weirdness, okay?” “Think it might be a bit too late for that, mate,” he tells her cheerfully, which earns him an expected eye roll. He takes the stairs three at a time before he makes it into the kitchen of the butcher shop, where Jenny keeps a landline. While Jenny goes back out front to see to her customers, he puts the phone to his ear, leaning back against a patch of wall that doesn’t have any blood splatter on it. “Uh, hello? Charles Rowland here?” “Hello, Charles.” It’s a woman’s voice, though there’s a strangely echoing quality to it. Connection must be bad. “Hi,” he says. “What can I do for you?” There’s a pause that lasts long enough that he starts to wonder if they lost connection. Then, the woman says, “Say hello to Charles, Edwin.” “What?” Charles pushes himself off the wall. “Edwin?” There’s a crackling noise that might be wind. Then, a choked, bitten-off cry, like someone trying not to scream.

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[stayteezdreams]

Halloween Requests - OPEN

Status: OPEN *Closing: N/A

These are requests for my 13 Days of Halloween in which I post 1 or more content posts every day from October 19th to the 31st. *some requests may not be written, and some may be saved to come out later on (if they are not strictly Halloween specific).

Who I write For: *will update if a member or group is requested too much

Ateez *No longer taking requests for Yunho!

Stray Kids

Seventeen

Tomorrow x Together

The Boyz

*all members of each group (x gn!reader)

13 Days of Halloween 2023 Masterlist

Things I do not write:

Detailed NSFW/Smut (suggestive content and PG13 is doable)

Pregnancy/child Content

Abuse/Member cheating

***Notes*** You can send in the number of the prompt(s) instead of the prompt itself if you want, but please specify which section it is from (dialogue, plot or scenario)

Feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

You can request 1-3 Prompts at once; feel free to mix and match or add a plot-line to your request.

If you are not sure who to request for, but like a prompt, go ahead and send a preferred group and the prompt and I will choose who to write it for.

*Crossed out Prompts are those I have received and are no longer available to request*

**No longer taking requests for** Yunho S.Coups

Prompts under the cut!

Dialogue Prompts:

“I don’t think I’m alone in here.”

“This place creeps me out.”

“I thought I saw something.”

“Don’t you dare leave me in here alone.”

“You’re not scared of me?” “Should I be?”

"I don't believe in ghosts." "You will after tonight."

"If you say we should split up I will kill you."

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

"Just because I'm not afraid of the dark, doesn't mean I like being in it"

"What do we do?" "Run!"

"Did you see that too?" "Yes." "Damn, I was hoping I was going crazy."

 “What do you do when a ghost has a crush on you? Asking for a friend.”

“I wonder, how many people are dead in that graveyard?” “Hopefully all of them…”

"Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?"

"If I knew all it would take for you to hug me was a haunted house I would have brought you to one earlier."

"I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is going"

"If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."

"Are you scared?" "No." "Then why are you holding onto me so tightly?"

"I couldn't find a costume so I decided to come as your boyfriend."

"Where is that music coming from?"

"You look stupid" "I'm dressed as you."

"I know what you should be for Halloween." "What?" "Mine."

"Ghosts aren't real" "Then why is that person see-through?"

"I don't want you to wear that"

"Stop touching my hand." "I'm not touching your hand."

"Why is that guy staring at me?" "What guy?"

"Would you stop breathing so loudly!?" "I thought that was you"

"Why wont you come inside?" "You have to invite me in." "What are you, a vampire?"

"All the Angels were busy, so they sent me instead." "And what are you?" "Well I'm definitely no angel."

"Stop staring at me like that." "If you didn't want me to stare, you shouldn't have worn that."

"Are you and 'x' dating?" "No, why?" "Then why are you wearing a couples costume?"

Plot Prompts:

You get left behind in a haunted house and one of the cute actors helps you out and gets revenge on said "friends".

Meeting at a Masquerade

Lost in the woods

Carnival/Fair Date

A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

Finding out the "monster" costume they're wearing isn't a costume (monster/demon/supernatural au)

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Every Halloween you are visited by a stranger in your dreams, but this year, he shows up at your door in the real world.

Haunted House

Someone summoned a demon to take your soul, but the demon likes you too much to hurt you.

Choosing each other's costumes, and unknowingly matching.

You're scared and they try their best to comfort you.

Hearing a noise upstairs, but you live alone.

Ghost Hunting

Vampire Frat - you know the guys in the house beside you are Vampires. But they don't know you're a witch. Until Halloween, when your powers grow stronger, they can't help but notice odd things happening around you.

A cute guy shows up trick or treating with their younger sibling/family member, he comes back later just to see you again.

At a Halloween themed carnival/fair and the scary yet attractive actor wont stop following you around.

Cinderella/Masquerade AU: You recognize them but they don't recognize you. Don't tell them who you are and they search for you (college/office au - or something similar?)

You save a cat/dog/other animals on the street, only to wake up the next day to find a man in it's place instead.

You move into your newly purchased house, only to discover someone or something already lives there.

Every Halloween for the last 5 years, a package mysteriously shows up in your house. This year, instead of a package, you find a stranger waiting for you.

Halloween Date

You are invited to an office Halloween party, and someone in a monster mask seems to want to keep you company. But who is it?

Jealousy: You attend a Halloween party and 'x' can't handle the attention you are getting from others, this causes them to make their feelings known.

College Au Carnival Game: Bobbing for apples but the apple you manage to get indicates who you will go on a date with.

Cozy autumn camping trip with friends leads to confession from someone.

They mistake you as their friend at a costume party and accidentally kidnap you.

Seven Minutes in Hell: You lose a game and have to spend 7 minutes in a haunted house with 'x'.

Halloween Movie Night: You have a movie night with your friends and your crush takes the opportunity to get cozy with you.

Abandoned: You are left in the woods by a bad friend, you know there is something or someone in the woods with you, but you get the feeling they're watching over you.

Scenario/Headcanons Prompts: *will do multiple members or whole group if requested *some of these might include drabbles

How 'x' reacts to you wearing a sexy/appealing costume

How 'x' reacts to you wanted to wear a couples costume + what you end up dressing as

What you would do for a Halloween/Autumn themed date

You choose each other's costumes

*Crossed out Prompts are those I have received and are no longer available to request*

Feel free to send in your own ideas with or without prompts as well! These are just some ideas for inspiration :)

You can request 1-3 Prompts at once; feel free to mix and match or add a plot-line to your request.

[foxyanon]

Shadow Lover

Was not expecting to write this but here we are. Thank you @sihtricfedaraaahvicius for the name and convincing me to post, cause I almost didn’t.

Summary: just a daydream I turned fic, enjoy

Pairing: Werewolf!Sihtric Kjartansson x Corvina

Word Count: 1160

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: Smut, monsterfucking

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee

He shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. It didn’t matter that she was a vampire, his sworn enemy, because he did love her just as she loved him. He loved how she felt against him and she loved the way she didn’t have to hold back when things got rough during their intimate moments.

The illicit affair started back after Uhtred was banished from Wessex, when they had moved to Dunholm for a time. The Saxons were on edge, now that Alfreds dog was unleashed and roaming free, but Uhtred packed up the Coocham pack and didn’t look back. It was on a rare solo hunt when Sihtric first met Corvina, her pale skin and red eyes ensnaring him rather than putting him on edge. She claimed she was hunting some human criminal, but Sihtric found he didn’t actually care. He just wanted her and she wanted him. Naturally, that first meeting ended with Sihtric pinning Corvina to a tree as he ravaged her, the image of her crying out his name burned into his memories.

They continued to meet in secret for years, whispering promises and declarations of love with only the moon as witness. Uhtred never learned why Sihtric started doing hunts alone or why he always found excuses to go on long trips, or if he did, he never said. Now, Uhtred sat as lord of Bebbanburg and head of the Northumbria wolves, while Sihtric was the Lord of Dunholm and the alpha of his own pack. His favorite perk was that didn’t have to sneak away to have a moment with his lady love. He could have her in his home, beneath the furs on his bed without a care in the world if anyone heard them. The pack didn’t particularly care for Corvina, but she never bothered them so they simply turned a blind eye to the goings on.

It was late one night when Sihtric retired to his chambers after several days of dealing with a border dispute. Now that Danes, Saxons and wolves could live in Northumbria together, it was an adjustment for everyone and problems arose constantly. He was tired and frustrated, just wanting to collapse on his bed and sleep to hopefully forget about the events of the last few days. It was a petty dispute that ended in the Saxon farmer getting attacked by the wolf he accused of poaching his livestock. It was brutal, the farmer permanently scarred for the rest of his life and the wolf being escorted to Bebbanburg to answer to Uhtred. What he wasn’t expecting, was to walk in and see Corvina laid up in his bed, her smile making his heart race as he hurried to her side.

”I did not think I would see you for a few more days, my love,” he said as he kicked off his boots and crawled over her, kissing up her neck and along her jawline. Even after all this time, he couldn’t help but marvel at the smoothness of her skin.

Corvina chuckled, running her hand through the curls at the base of his neck. “I finished my duties a little earlier than expected, so I thought I would come to you. I can tell by your face that it has been a long few days. Do you wish to talk about it?” She asked in a concerned tone as Sihtric wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in her neck.

”No, I just want to forget. Corvina, make me forget,” he pleaded as he pulled back to look into her eyes, wanting to lose himself in her before having to face tomorrow.

She complied without hesitation, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss as hands explored the other with the certainty of long time lovers. Clothes were removed and discarded on the floor haphazardly, breathy moans filling the air alongside the crackling of the hearth. Sihtric kissed down her body, the warmth of his lips contrasting with the coolness of her skin as he positioned himself between her legs. He licked a stripe up her folds, growling lowly at the salty taste before devouring her. He could feel the beast within jump to the surface, wanting nothing more than to give into his primal instincts and claim her like he had a thousand times before. And she let him, just as she had before.

He brought her to her peak with his tongue and fingers before pulling away to flip her over, swatting her rear playfully as she arched her back and gave him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. Sihtric lined himself up and thrusted into Corvina with a grunt, his claws digging into the pale flesh of her waist while she moaned, adjusting to his length for a moment before he set a slow, torturous pace. His hand traced up her spine slowly, one clawed hand wrapping around her throat and pulling her up until his chest pressed against her back. The angle gave him the opportunity to see her pleasure drunk face, her red eyes hooded and fangs on display as the most sinful sounds fell from her ruby lips. It took everything in Sihtric not to bite down on her shoulder and mark her as his mate, but he didn’t need some mark to know she was his just as he was hers.

Yellow eyes held red ones, her hand reaching back and tangling in his hair once more as her nails scratched at his forearm and left red lines in their wake. Their combined groans and the creaking of the bed would tell anyone passing by what they were doing, but neither was concerned, too lost in the other to care for the opinions of others. His free hand snaked down her body, fingers rubbing circles around her sensitive nub as she trembled in his arms, her walls clamping down on him while she cried out his name. No matter how many times he had her, the sight of her climaxing was one he would love forever. It didn’t take him long to follow after her, the two collapsing on the bed as they rode out their highs together.

When he finally pulled out to lay beside her, their shaky breaths turned into laughter as they looked at the other, a comfortable familiarity settling over them as Sihtric pulled Corvina into his side with a series of quick pecks all over her face. They laid there tangled together under the furs, gently caressing scarred bodies and breathing each other in. They talked for hours, and made love when talking wasn’t enough, Corvina successfully making him forget about the world outside his chambers even if for a little while.

No, Sihtric shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but if you asked him who his greatest love was, he would simply smile and say his heart belonged to his shadow lover.

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[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

02/26/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew;WeeJohnWondays; New Calendar; Watch Party Reminders; Uk Billboard; Trends; Fan Spotlight; Love Notes; DailyDarby/Tonight'sTaika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Wee John Wonday! =

No guests today! Just the wonderful Kristian Nairn himself! So I didn't get time to write up a synopsis, so I'll give you a few highlights I thought you might like!

Next Wee John Wonday will feature: Ruibo Qian and Anapela Polataivao!

Calypso's Birthday Airing Episode, the guests will be: Con O'Neill and Gypsy Taylor!

Tattoos!

GOT questions!

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== New Calendar ==

Weekly Calendar! Tomorrow is #TomatoTuesday!

#TomatoTuesday is a day to rave about OFMD's rave ratings on Rotten Tomatoes to different streamers! Please add your own review if you haven't already! Rotten Tomatoes Review Tutorial.

== WATCH PARTY REMINDERS! ==

= People of Earth S2 =

People of Earth S2 continues tomorrow Feb 27 at 9 pm GMT / 4pm EST / 3pm CST / 1pm PST. Need access? Reach out to @iamadequate1!

#PiratesOfEarth

= Uncle Season 2 Watch Party! =

Wed 28th + Thurs 29th GMT - 8pm / ET - 3pm / PST - 12 pm Streaming on I-player! Outside the UK? Follow this VPN tutorial to learn more.

#ForTheNewUncle

= Joe Lycett Watch Party =

According to the new weekly calendar you can join @lcwebsxoxo for Joe Lycett Watch Party at 10 pm GMT on twitter! #YoureATreasure

== UK Billboard ==

As many of you have heard, the Save OFMD Crew has been working on getting a billboard going in the UK.

"Our goal is to help achieve pick-up for Our Flag Means Death. To do it, we need the show (and the campaign) to continue garnering attention through sustained interest, viewership and fandom growth, and we need to prove to other streamers that picking up the show is a good financial investment."

Since there's so much information, I'm just going to give you some links that you can peruse at your leisure:

Save OFMD Crewmates Billboard Post on Tumblr

Transparency Policy

London Billboard FAQ

SaveOFMD Crew Contact Info

If you'd like to donate to the billboard/truck/subway effort (it's not required) please visit: Save OFMD Ko-Fi

I mentioned in another post-- if you don't feel comfortable reaching out to SaveOFMD Crew directly, and want to chat/forward feedback anonymously, I'm more than happy to do that on your behalf, just shoot me an anon ask. However, I will probably not get to them tonight because it's already very late, sorry! I'll forward them on first thing in the morning for me.

== Trends ==

Sure looks like #OurFlagBBC is still going pretty strong! Great job friends!

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Collages =

Almost at the end of the month of February -- and the Feburary LOVE #OurFlagMeansDeath Collage Fest! from our fabulous crew-mate @WanderingNomad on Twitter! So close to being caught up on the rest of the month!

Day 26: Season 2 Costumes!

Day 10: Ewan Bremner!

Day 11: Joel Fry

Day 12: Ruibo Qian

Wanna be featured in the fan spotlight? Send me a message! We're trying to make sure our creative crewmates are getting a chance to strut their stuff! I've been reaching out to several folks so hopefully we'll have lots more soon!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. Tonight, I was gonna write a bunch of stuff but then I found this video of Rhys sending some love and encouragement, and I felt like it was needed more than anything else. I haven't gotten permission to share the full video on here yet, so if I do I'll get it posted. For now, @lividturkeys posted an uplifting section that I think we all need to hear tonight.

"Keep the laughter coming...We stick together and keep bringing love and joy to this planet, it needs it more than ever...Keep laughing, Love you"

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Okay so I'm running out of time, so tonight will be pics not gifs, sorry all. One of these days I'll finish catching up earlier in the day (ha!)

PS: I have no idea why but my 5 year old finds Taika and Rhys HILARIOUS. Like, laugh his ass off roll on the floor laughing when he sees Taika talking and Rhys making silly movements.

[yanderes-galore]

Hello there!

The first thing that I wanted to say was that today is my birthday! 🎂

It's irrelevant, but anyways... I read an earlier post, and I wanted to make an early birthday request.

Can I please request general headcannons of Headphones from the Splatoon manga? (Platonic/Romantic.)

She's my favorite, and apparently, she is 21 in Splatoon 3, so that's a cool little detail.

Sorry if this was made a little late, I have a lot of work to do, and I won't be able to make the request period tomorrow.

Still, I appreciate you reading this. Thank you, and have a good day/night!

Happy (really) late birthday! Sorry I never got to this immediately, I hope you can take it now :(? Hope you enjoy :D! I haven't started Splatlands so this is just a general concept where you're both at least 18.

Yandere! Headphones Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Jealousy, Stalking, Social isolation, Clingy behavior, Dubious Companionship/Relationship.

Headphones is down-to-earth and one of the most reasonable members of Blue Team.

She's serious like Specs while Goggles and Bobble Hat are often goofy and carefree.

However... she's often easily worried and easily intimidated.

Later on she's more determined and confident but can have her moments.

On her team she's usually the long distance player, specializing in Splat-Chargers and Squiffers.

She acts like an older sibling of the group, often looking out for everyone during battles and other adventures.

Maybe for this concept your bond starts with you being part of Blue Team.

You aren't a main member, but you are childhood friends with them.

If one of them can't make it to a Turf War or Ranked Battle, you'll step in.

Headphones looks after you when you're one her team and off it.

If she can't be near you in a Turf War, she invites you to watch.

If she isn't in a battle, she takes some time away from her team to hang out with you or invites you to join her and the rest of your friends.

She seems like she'd always be overprotective with you.

Even when you're all adults now.

I don't imagine Splatoon yanderes are all that intense to write. (I'm known to keep things as close to canon as possible)

But I can imagine some petty things happening between rivals.

Especially if two Inklings/Octolings are put on opposite teams.

For example, since Headphones sees herself as such a close friend to you, she'd get into fights with friends you have on other teams.

You'll be in a Turf War with a friend from another team, only for Headphones to target them the whole time.

I mean... even if you're just watching she's ruthless.

That's the most I can see Splatoon rivalries going without going into darker and OOC territory.

Headphones would do really petty things if you're too close to others.

Like, she's normally really level-headed... but I can imagine her being passive aggressive.

Headphones tends to like music, she'd probably listen to the Squid Sisters with you.

If you had any music you liked she'd do her best to listen to it.

Sometimes hanging out with one another just includes listening to music and talking.

If you two were on opposite teams in a Turf War, she'd want to go easy on you.

If she can't then she checks in with you after the battle to see if you're okay.

Now while she gets jealous of you hanging out with other friends on different teams... she will defend you if anyone tried to harm you in anyway.

For example, maybe someone like Emperor or Vintage is a bit too harsh on you?

Headphones quickly steps in to defend you, even if you didn't ask for it.

No matter the intentions, she really defends you and your happiness.

She wants you to have fun and she wants to (hopefully) be the cause of such happiness.

Although, you could say that her attempts appear to isolate you.

Her being so protective and jealous of anyone near you but Blue Team harms you more than helps you.

Headphones may not even realize what she's doing is bad.

She's... just so used to looking out for others since you all were young.

She forgets you're all not children or teens anymore.

By the time her obsession peaks you're all adults.

Yet she still treats you like a kid she has to care for.

Her obsession definitely doesn't happen on purpose.

She doesn't even acknowledge it half the time.

She wouldn't do anything like kidnap (Squidnap...?) or murder.

She's more like... an overbearing friend.

It doesn't matter if she sees you like a sibling or even has a crush on you.

She's unintentionally suffocating even when she's oblivious to it.

The times she does catch herself is when she finds herself following you around.

Specs notices this and asks about it, which makes Headphones pause.

Yeah... why does she keep following you around?

Is she really that worried about safety... or is it something else?

Maybe deep down she worries you'll move on from Blue Team... maybe you'll move on from her and your other friends...

That would give some sort of explanation to the way she's been so hostile towards friends you make from other teams.

Don't even get me started on how she feels when she learns you have a crush on said other friends.

She will slowly isolate you without needing to lock you anywhere.

After all... you both might be unhappy at such an arrangement.

But... on the other hand...

She'd do anything to keep her most precious friend, right?

Overall, Headphones isn't violent or anything... but she is smothering and overly concerned.

Her obsession may very well come from the fear of you moving on from her and leaving Blue Team due to growing up...

So she plans to stick with you for as long as she can... she doesn't plan on leaving you or letting you leave. Ever. No matter what it takes.

"What do you mean you want to meet up with other friends...? I already made plans with you! Maybe another time... or I can come with?"