#and i volunteered to do the goddamn tip distribution again

[orcelito]

overwhelming exhaustion until im on the verge of despair 

manager meeting in 40 mins and i still have to do my notes

[shyeehaw]

Getting interrupted during a makeout

Request : Could you do Charles, Lenny, Sean, Kieran and Javier getting interrupted during a makeout?

P.S.: Ok so, since Arthur is always eavesdropping I feel like he might be the one interrupting all these make out sessions.

Charles

Before unloading the deer from the horses, you leaned against a tree to catch your breath.

You and Charles were in the outskirts of the camp, relaxing after a whole day of hunting.

Massaging his tense shoulders, one thing led to another, when you noticed, your hand was grabbing his hair, pulling him closer.

The kisses were messy, but without hurry. You just wanted to enjoy him as much as you could before heading to camp.

He was too caught up in that moment to hear the twigs breaking, the rustle of the leaves being stepped on.

“Who’s there - oh!”, It was Arthur’s voice, and the embarrassment was clear in it.

You two detangled faster than you’d think it was possible, sitting straight against the tree.

Arthur was still frozen, in the same shocked position, his mouth a bit open.

“I uh... sorry Arthur”, he cleared his throat, aligning the half unbuttoned shirt, “We didn’t hear you.”

You could feel the heat spreading through your face, your eyes glued to the floor.

“I can see that, sorry,” Arthur laughed nervously, “Uh... carry on!”, he turned away and almost sprinted through the woods.

Now each time Charles decides to have some fun in the forest nearby, he can’t erase that awkward situation from his head.

Lenny

It was still early, but the chilly weather got everyone curling up early in their tents.

Noticing no one was around to witness, you tip toed towards Lenny’s tent.

It was still too soon to tell the gang, but you two had been spending a lot of time together lately.

His face lighted up when you entered his tent, Lenny was already comfortably laying on his back.

“You came!”, he smiled, greeting you with a small peck on the lips, “I was waiting!”

Pulling you by the hand, your legs crossed behind his back.

You spent a moment staring at his beautiful face, before your lips merged together.

The kisses kept getting deeper, more heated.

Being with him made you so happy you couldn’t stop smiling while you two kissed.

At some point your top was off, and his was on the ground, just a way to get warmer.

The look on his eye screamed adoration.

Until it was replaced by sheer panic! His hands searching for anything to cover the two of you.

“Lenny, I...”, Arthur said, carelessly opening the tent flap.

Lenny screamed! Arthur screamed! You were not sure why, but you joined them.

Covering his eyes, Arthur fled from his tent, “I’m sorry kid! Sorry Y/N!”

So much for being discrete, the looks you got the morning after made you want to bury your head on the ground.

Sean

Since he learned that you also have feelings for him, Sean can’t keep his hands to himself.

You’ll be helping Pearson chop the vegetables and there will Sean be, being flirty, teasing you.

While you were carrying the haystack, he would sneak behind you and whisper

“I’m dying to be with ya, meet me by the stagecoach when yer done?”

The idea of having some alone time with Sean got you bouncing towards the coach.

With a devilish smile, he waited for you.

Wrapping your arms around him, you kissed Sean hello, again, and again, pulling away just to ask him where you two were going.

Sean being him, was too eager to think a moment after the one where he sat you in the back of the stagecoach and placed small kisses all over you.

Things with him were always playful and fun. With you biting his lip a bit, he grunted in response, pulling you closer.

You scratched his back, grabbed him, did all the things you knew he liked so much.

In return, he would let you know exactly how pleased he was.

Ahem. Someone cleared their throat.

Startled by the noise and reaching for his gun, Sean jumped a little, letting a scared noise out of his mouth.

“Ahh It’s just you Morgan! Ya scared the hell outta me!”

“I came here to tell you to make less noise, everyone can hear you!”

“I can’t help if I’m that good! You need to understand they can’t ju-“

“I meant you Sean! You are the one we can hear!”, Arthur looked away, clearly uncomfortable to be there.

He hadn’t even left yet and Sean turned his attention to you, “Where was we?”

Kieran

You spent the whole day waiting for the moment you would get to be with Kieran.

Walking among the horses, he greeted you with a wide smile.

“Hi Y/N, I’m almost done here, care to wait a bit for me?”

“Sure! Take as long as you need.”, you sat on a tree stump nearby, watching his skilled hands braiding The Count’s tail.

The content look on his face, the carefree whistling, it all made your heart filled with happiness for finally seeing him confident.

“I brought you something”, you walked towards him, unwrapping a scarf filled with sugar cubes.

His face light up, taking a handful and distributing to the horses around, he said

“You know, I also like to eat it! Brings back good memories from the old days.”

Raising your brow playfully, you slowly placed the last sugar cube on your mouth.

“You are mean!”, he complained.

“If only there was a way you could still taste it...”, you stepped closer, your breaths turning into one.

As if he was trying to understand what that meant, Kieran brought his face inches close to yours, “I...I think I still can...?”

The slow kiss tasted sweet, your hand caressing his back, but you soon grew hungrier, avid to taste more.

It was rare for him to let go of his inhibitions, but this time Kieran melted on your arms.

In the tall grass near where the horses were, you two rolled around, a confusion of hands and soft whispers.

“Goddamn O’driscoll! Not even the horses should have to see this!”

Kieran got up in a jump, his face turning into a bright shade of red.

“I...I’m sorry mister, I didn’t meant to...”, his apology got stuck on his throat, Kieran looked like he could just pass out from embarrassment at any moment now.

“We got a bit carried away, Arthur. Sorry you had to see that.”, you intervened, carrying your blabbering mess of a boyfriend along with you.

For days to come Kieran couldn’t look in Arthur’s direction without being mortified.

Javier

You had been sweet on Javier since day one, his warm voice welcoming you was the only thing constant in all your dreams.

And from all that Karen and Mary-Beth gossiped, he didn’t felt much different than you.

“I’m telling ya, Y/N, if we do this, you’ll have the whole day to tell him how you feel!”, Karen said.

“Oh that’s so romantic! I hope Ms. Grimshaw let’s us switch places!”, Mary-Beth sighed.

Your master-plan included volunteering to clean the guns in the room they were stored. You lost count how many times Javier would lock himself there, oiling each one of those beauties until they were shining.

With a puzzled nod from Ms Grimshaw, you cheerfully trotted to the where the guns were stored.

“Hola Y/N! How are you?”

You were not expecting him to already be there, it was almost like he was waiting for you.

Cleaning the guns in silence, you risked one or two times stealing a glimpse of his focused face.

Only for your eyes to meet with his intense gaze.

“You know, miss Karen told me you have something you wanted to say to me.”, he got up, his eyes sparkling with desire, “What was it?”

You could feel your pulse getting faster, and the decisions getting dumber by the second.

Placing your hand on his, you tilted your head forward, giving him the chance to back away.

But of course he didn’t, Javier held your body close to his, kissing you with no hurry, taking his time to explore your skin.

Closing the door with your feet, you climbed to his lap, all those daydreams finally becoming true.

But you were quickly pulled back to reality to the sound of the door being opened.

“Javier what’s going on here I heard this noise and -“ Arthur left the sentence hanging when he noticed you, “oh...”

“Ay Arthur! Don’t know how to knock?”, Javier asked, crossing his arms, upset by the intrusion.

“Knock?”, he asked, sarcasm filling his words, “On the gun storage’s door?”

“Well... what you waiting for? Get out of here!”

Arthur now thinks twice before following groaning sounds around camp.

And every time his path crosses with Javier he wishes to forget the sound he makes.