#beach hut confessions

[justtuesdays]

meet the bombshells: beach hut confessions

thank you to everyone who submitted questions. seriously, didn’t think so many of you were eager to meet these bombshells. and by all means, feel free to continue sending them in, all six of them are open to answering your most probing questions.

🎇[ part i ]🎇[ part ii ]🎇[ part iii ]🎇

confessions below for ig, tandy & marco! you can find their interview here!

@dragonfly1399 asks: Hiii! Um. So, um, a question for IG 👉👈 will he, um… will he teach me how to play cello? Please? It’s a big dream of mine🥺 I’ll be a good student, I promise! *wink wink*

IG: (whistles) “I always did want to do some tutoring. (wiggles his eyebrows suggestively) If I’m still available after this stint, I’ll drop by. Just drop your info in my DMs.” (Marcos chuckles, Tandy shakes her head) “What? You do realize the odds of us all staying in the villa are about—“ (counts with his fingers)

M: “You’re actually doing the maths for this? (shakes his head) The best odds is if two of us stays. (IG sighs) Or something like that, anyways.”

T: “Anyways— cellist really? You’re whole vibe says indie rock, what’s that about? (Marco nods, IG opens his mouth to speak) And better not be a sob story please, we’ve already gone over our odds.”

IG: “I had a knack for it as a kid and people said I could make a decent living off of it. So I did. No sob story here.” (Marco bursts out laughing)

@richdesire says: hiiii marco *waves flirtatiously* tell me about your favorite places to go on a date? what qualities do you look for in a partner? have you ever been stood up or stood someone else up? i noticed you have a lot of tattoos, which is your most meaningful? can you step on me pls?

IG: (cackles) “Holy shit! That’s a lot of questions for you, pretty boy. I bet Tandy and I can answer a few for you.” (Marco raises a brow)

T: “I bet we could. Hmm, seeing that Marco here has never technically been on an date, I bet they’d say— (clears their throat, semi-italian accent) Ay, somewhere private, just the two of us, private chef…”

M: “It’s all in the tongue, (Tandy practices a bit) yeah, there you got it. And honestly, going out maybe trying one of those DIY classes together. I rather have something to converse about other than our jobs. (IG agrees) Qualities in a partner, well patience is one, someone I can hold a conversation with is two. Besides that, I’m not really sure.”

IG: “You want someone to vibe with, nothing wrong with that, boyyo.” (puts an arm around Marco)

M: “I stood up a crowd at a pub. It wasn’t intentional or anything, I was awful sick.” (Tandy cringes) “Yeah, I haven’t eaten pancakes since. About the tattoos, most are tokens for special moments. I’ve got one for the first mixtape I made, another one for my first gig, one for my best mate Hanni…the others are random shit Hanni and my mates thought were cool.”

T: “Is this unicorn one of them?” (Marco smirks)

IG: “You got a unicorn? Let me see!”

M: “Oh, and the thing about stepping on you. If it’s alright with you, I rather we just exchange numbers.”

@/anon says: What do you guys think about MC’s and their ex in the villa, together?

T: “It’s a bunch of rubbish. They’re basically living in Suresh’s shadow. It’s f***ing ridiculous. Like give them a break. So they were ready to propose, really scary shit. Get over yourselves.”

IG: “It’s bound to be awkward for anyone trying to go after either one of them, but if you’re gonna let the ex get in the way, why are you even here? Shoot your shot or get out of my way. I had hope for Finny boy, but he was just all talk.” (Marco nods)

M: “Why sweat it? He doesn’t even have the balls to actually apologize. All MC wants is a someone reliable, who can take things as they come. And I’ve got a feeling we’re doing a lot better than everyone else in that villa right now.”

@/anon says: If you guys had the choice to couple up with someone, who would it be?

IG: "Before the last episode, I’d have said Finn or MC. Now, it’s just MC."

T: "A bit controversial, but Dana. Maybe, MC, but I need to see whether they’re into their ex or not."

M: "Don’t know— I want to say MC. But, if things had to go in a different direction, Kat. No I’m not explaining what I mean by different direction."

stay tuned for more beach hut confessions for and feel free to once again, submit your asks to the bombshells. either way, i'm putting them in the hot seat.

[crimswnred]

LITG SEASON 7: STICK OR TWIST

second sneak peek — meet Rafael (Raf)

spanish project manager

works in tech

lived in Madrid, the Islands and in America

currently lives in London

outgoing

his ideal girl is also his best friend

loves when, in a couple, you can't get over each other (obsessed, we love to see it)

misses his mom and dad, wants to take his girl to meet them

hopeless romantic and quick to go all in

about the others:

coupled up with Daphne, American film makeup artist

sees Alex as a big bro (thinks he helps him chill out)

apparently, Bombshell Cassius (greek) wants his girl (DRAMAAAA)

likes Daphne and wants to figure things out with her

thinks Daphne is not that into him but wanna try it with her anyway

thinks Joyo is cool and mysterious

sees Bryson as his partner in crime

looks like the boys had to complete some missions but Geri (barista) and Willow (candle maker) figured them out

thinks Geri is fiery, Willow is smart and Estelle is funny

narrator said Cassius looks like a Greek god

appearance:

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

hi! i was wondering if you could do something to do with tonowari, whether that’s smut or fluff i don’t mind but i seriously need sum for this fine ass man as i can never find anything 😕 if not than that’s fine, thank you!

All yours

Pairing- Tonowari x reader

Summary- Tonowari doesn't like when someone stares at you, your he's and you know that but, he makes sure they know that.

Warnings- kissing, p in v, fingering, rough sex, playing with boobs, lmk if I missed anything

Tìyawn- love

Your husband, the Olo'eyktan was a possessive man. He liked people to know what was his. And when people didn't respect that they had to face the wrath of the it. So when everyone knows this why do they still choose to flirt with you. He watched from the beach as a young warrior flirted with you, talking about all of the kills he has made, how he helped protect the clan from the sky people and more useless stuff that you really did not care about.

But you, you are sweet and gentle so instead of telling this man to scram, like your husband would. You let him talk and talk as you picked leaves and plant you needed for remedies since you are the Tsahik. "And I pulled my spear out of the huge wol-" he goes to tell you about how he made a 'mighty' kill interrupted by you wanting this conversation to end. " Yes that is fascinating but I must get back to my husband, the Olo'eyktan." You say emphasizing Olo'eyktan and just as you hoped the reminder of your husband made him rush off.

You pick the basket filled with plants up and walk over to your husband who had a scowl on his face. "What is wrong tìyawn?" You ask, he breaths in deeply averting his scowl over to the man whom was just flirting with you. Your frown was crinkled into a smile and shake your head.

He grabs the basket from your hand and wraps his arm around you protectively as you walk back to the to your Mauri because it was close to eclipse.

Entering the hut you closes it leaving just you two, looking around expecting your other two children to be there they were not. "Tono where are the children?" You asked concerned, feeling his large body come up behind you sneaking his hands around your waist, "They asked if they could spend the night with the Sully's and I said yes." He explained flipping you around chest to chest.

"And you did not ask me first." You say tilting your head. "Oh they will not be children forever you will not always know where they will be." He says. Nodding your head in agreement he is right.

His hand caresses your face dragging his thumb over your bottom lip before giving you a gentle kiss. He pulled away eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. "I hated seeing that guy flirt with you." He confessed. Gentle smile forms on your face, "I know but I am all yours." You say, smirking he speaks. "Say it again."

"I am all yours." You say he picks you up and gentle throws you onto your shared cot. "Again." He more demands that asked. "I am all yours." You say before yelping at his hand swipes under your loincloth and his fingers suddenly knuckles deep inside you. His thumb manages your clit as he finger fucks you mercilessly. "Again." He says.

It was as if your voice was caught in your throat, taking a deep breath trying to ignore the tightening in your stomach as he curls his fingers hitting just the right spot. "I am yours, all yours." You sputter out. Pulling his fingers out he licks them clean. "Yes you are." He says pulling you up off of your back and closer to him as he grinds his hips into yours. "All mine." Was all he said before he ripped your loincloth off.

"That was my favorite cloth." You whine, he chuckles at your whining over a cloth. "I'll have another one made." He mutters out before ripping your top off as well leaving you bare, all for him. His lips attaches to your left nipple, sucking and tugging at it. As his unoccupied hand toys with the other one.

He pulls from your chest and hastily takes his cover off showing off his hard on. Angry tip leaking with pre-cum dripping down his shaft. He lifts you by your hips with one hand as he holds his dick with the other, gliding you down his cock all kinds of nosies came from you. As you finally grounded on his cock, his hands hold you firm by your hips.

"Say it again." He whispers in your ear. A little confused you wait a minute before it clicks. "I am yours, only yours." You reply to him. And it felt as if he got harder inside of you. He lifts you up once more and slams you back down on his cock doing this over and over again and not at a gentle pace at a hard and rough one that made him hit your sweet spot every time. And with every thrust he was making you moan louder and louder, almost into a scream from how girthy his cock was and how fast he was going. Your nails dig into his back dragging them down as he hits your g-spot once more this time harder than all the rest.

He groans at the pleasure of your walls tightening around him and at pain your nails cause digging at his back, sure to leave marks in to morning. He lies you down on your back letting him fuck you even harder than before. It was as if this let him fuck you deeper, if that was even possible. He grabbed your face lifting it up to meet his lustful and powerful gaze, "All mine," he said giving you one hard thrust before talking again, "Mine to fuck," thrust, "mine to ruin," thrust, "All mine" thrust.

You were fucked dumb nodding your head in agreement was all you could do as he continued to thrust in and out not giving you a chance to process anything but pleasure, anything but him. "All yours." Was all you could say as you felt him pulsating inside of you. "I'm gonna-" to tired and fucked to finish the sentence he saw it though as you came your face scrunched in pleasure, goosebumps crawling all over your body, toes curling, nails digging even harder into his back.

And that's all he needed was to see you fall apart on his cock, he gushed inside of you trying to keep his composure he pushed his hands to the wall in front of him breathing heavily you stayed like that for a while, engorged in each other the smell of sex lingering in the air. And he pulled out of you much to dismay but that left as he pulled you closer and held you rubbing your back whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you fell asleep.

[miffysrambles]

haiii!! Thisbis my first time doing a request and im actually embarassed and prob u gonna decline it and find me weird and and- jdkgjwlej (overthinking rn)

Let me breathe before saying the embarassing request-

Could i request an Moon Goddess Reader x Wukong? (The design for reader inspired on Moonlight cookie :33 I'M A FAN FOR HER AND SEA FAIRY-) like some sun and moon stuff? It can be romantic and how they met for first time! It can be headcanons or anything you want

Again- sorry for the request im just so nervous and embarassed.

-Ander :3

[HELLO FELLOW COOKIE RUN FAN !!! it's not embarrassing at all, it's a very cute prompt !!]

[NOT PROOFREAD BC I AM TIRED]

Wukong with a Moon Goddess S/O

Wukong had first met you when you landed on one of the beaches on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Your impact caused quite a crash, being able to be heard from his hut with all the monkeys nearby freaking out from the loud noise. 

Wukong immediately went to check it out, holding an arm out in defense of the small simians behind him when he saw your form slowly sit up on the sand below you. 

When he saw it was a deity, he kept his guard up of course but something about you was just so… alluring?

He couldn't keep his eyes off your features as he slowly walked towards you, bending down to gently help you up. 

“Hey, you ok there?” His voice spoke lowly to you as you turned around, and it was like love at first sight if you could believe it!

He felt a boom in his chest as his eyes met yours, he swore he could see beyond the cosmos in your (eye-colored) pools.

Once you explained you were a moon goddess and you accidentally landed here from your magic, he decided he was gonna help ya!

Over the next few months, you stayed with Wukong on FFM (despite you could easily get back home, you two were just too curious about one another) and you two hit it off quite well. Whether it was telling each other stories or just sitting next to each other and enjoying the other's company. 

He also found your powers and magic kinda funny, it was like the complete opposite of his, just like you.

He was the light and you were the night after all. 

Despite being so different, you balanced each other quite well, you were softspoken and calm while he was just the complete opposite of that.

He loves to take you on his cloud, you both would fly through the sky and land at a random spot to star gaze.

He loved it when you talked about the cosmos, you were so passionate about them and he could listen to you talking about them for hours.

Stargazing on a random cliffside was actually the place he decided to confess, despite being the self proclaimed great sage he was BEYOND nervous.

Although it had only been about a year since you landed on FFM, he knew this was genuine love especially since he had been alive for so long.

He decided just to go for it.

Hey if you reject him, he’ll just go into hiding on Flower Fruit Mountain somewhere for the rest of eternity, easy peasy!

Wukong took a breath as he gently grabbed your face, taking your attention away from the night sky to him.

A warm smile spread across his face as he took ahold of your hands in his. 

“Hey starshine, I’m not really experienced with this sort of thing. But, I think we should take this to the next level if ya know what I mean… Because I LIKE like ya. So, what do ya say?”

Of course, you liked him as well giving him a kiss in response.

"Sorry I should have asked... Is that ok?"

A big goofy smile spread across Wukong's face as he scooped you up in his arms, nuzzling his nose against yours under the cool glow of the moon.

"Of course, that's ok moonlight, it's always ok for you to do that. In fact, you should do it again."

[pandorxxx]

Obsession…

Aonung (20) x omatikayan fem reader (19)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, bondage, CNC (kinda), squirting, cursing, pinning.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

You were obsessed with Aonung from the moment you and your family arrived in the Metkayina clan to seek uturu. How tall he was, his light blue skin, his hair when he let it down, his manly scent. Everything about him sent you over the edge so much so that you would stalk him from the trees, watching him do his daily chores. You would ask about him all the time, and follow him around. You knew his schedule like the back of your hand. Now, were the feelings mutual? Not at all. Actually, they were the polar opposite. Aonung thought you all were freaks. As Time went on, he slowly started to warm up to your family, but he couldn’t stand your obsessive behavior towards him. You thought that if he would just give you a chance, he would see that you weren’t all that bad.

“Hey, do you know where Aonung is?” You asked as you walked up to your siblings sitting on the beach. Neteyam sighs loudly, and kiri rolls her eyes.

“Y/n, he wants nothing to do with you. Don’t you get that?” Kiri spat, making your mouth fly open.

“No need to be RUDE sister!” You snarled, crossing your arms over you chest, shifting your weight to one hip.

“Baby sister.” Neteyam started, standing up to face you. He grabbed your shoulders hesitating to speak.

“I don’t think Aonung likes you the way that you like him. It’s time to give it a rest.” He nodded his head, waiting for you to agree with him. You purse your lips, slapping his hands away.

“Aonung is in love with me, he just doesn’t know it yet! You’ll see!” You shouted with a sadistic grin. Neteyams eyes went wide, before he backed up from you. You huffed before walking off, going to find aonung for yourself.

You walked all across the village, before finally going to his private hut. You smiled when you saw his broad back in the cracks of the door. You bit your lip before opening the door.

“Ohhh Aonung, I-“ you sung before being cut off by his naked body, rutting into another girl. You gasped loudly, making aonung turn around.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, Y/N??” He shouted, scrambling to cover the girl with blankets, before covering his crotch. You scoff, crossing your arms as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“I could ask you the same thing…” You whimpered, shaking your head at him. He looked at you confused, before walking closer.

“What are you talking about??? We aren’t together! I told you that already!” He gestured with one hand, as the other one tried desperately to cover his huge cock.

“Aonung, I just know you’re being stubborn.” You started walking closer to his naked body.

“We belong together..” you smile, caressing his cheek. He smacked your hand away, clenching his jaw. You got a glimpse of the girl on the cot behind him, laughing at you.

“What the fuck are you laughing at, slut! You think you can just fuck my man, and I won’t beat your ass?!” You shout, trying to walk towards her, but you felt a strong arm pick you up, and walk you out of the hut. He placed you outside of the door, as he stood inside.

“You’re fucking crazy! I want nothing to do with you, y/n. NEVER come back here again!” He shouted pointed at you before slamming the door in your face. You felt like you just received a dagger to the heart.

Why was he being so mean? And to his mate of all people?! You hated that he played hard to get, but you’d get him to open up soon, even if it was by force.

You spent the rest of the day devising a plan to get Aonung to confess his true feelings for you.

You remembered tsireya telling you about a plant that makes you sleepy. You thought that you would use that to knock him out just enough for you to tie him up. You were snapped out of your deep thought by lo’ak hitting the back of your head.

“What the fuck, skxawng!!” You shout, rubbing your head. He smirked before sitting directly in-front of you.

“Wake up, bro!” He snarled. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes at him.

“What do you want, lo’ak?” You say with a sarcastic smile, before leaning back on your hands. He stopped smiling, looking down into his lap.

“I heard what happened today, with Aonung? Why would you do that, y/n?” He looked back up at you, with a concerned glare.

“He was cheating on me! With another girl, duh?” You pout, crossing your arms. Lo’ak face palmed himself before sliding his hand down his face.

“Y/n? You aren’t mated with him, do you know that?” He asked hesitantly, rubbing your thigh to calm you down.

“Yes I ammm!!!” You whine, pushing his hand off of your thigh. He shuts his eyes, sighing again.

“I love you, sister…but you sound delusional.”

The last word echoed in your mind. Delusional? Why was everyone saying that? Telling me that I’m crazy? I’m not crazy! We ARE together!

You snapped your head at him, wide eyed as you tilted your head. Lo’ak gulped loudly, slowly sliding back from you. You got closer to him, poking his chest.

“He’s mine…you’ll see.” You said in a surprising calm tone, before standing to your feet, and walking out of the hut.

On your walk to Aonungs hut, you completely forgot about the plan you made earlier. You were too filled with rage. Why was he making people think that you two weren’t together? Making you look like a fool in-front of everyone?

You got to his hut door, remember his last words to you.

Dont EVER come back here again!

I want nothing to do with you!

It made you angrier, giving you the courage to kick his hut door opened. He shot up from his slumber, rubbing his eyes before realizing that it was you. He growled loudly before jumping off of his cot, walking towards you. He grabbed your neck tightly, pinning you against the wall.

“What the fuck did I tell you earlier, huh? Didn’t I tell you to stay your CRAZY ASS AWAY FROM ME?!” He growled through gritted teeth, glaring down at you. All you could do was smirk. He was choking you out, and you were…..smirking.

“What is wrong with you, y/n? REALLY?” He asked shaking your neck with every word. His eyes widened when he felt the point of a blade threatening to break through his skin. He looked down to see you holding the knife towards his stomach. He looked back up at you, almost frightened by your actions. He knew you were crazy, but not this crazy.

“Y/n, liste-“ you immediately cut him off, holding your finger up to signal for him to shut up.

“No…you listen.” You whispered, backing him up with the knife. He threw his hands up in surrender as he walked backwards.

“I have been called, crazy, DELUSIONAL , and everything else under the FUCKING SUN because of YOU!” You shout through gritted teeth, as you backed him up onto the cot. You grabbed the rope from under his bed, still holding the knife to him. You signaled for him to lay down, before you got on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Why don’t you love me, Aonung? I really thought we had something.” You whine, throwing the rope on his chest. He was panting loudly, watching you wave the knife in his face.

“Y/n…please, im begging you to stop.” He looked up at you, with his hands still up in surrender.

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!!! WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME??” You shouted, tears welling in your eyes. His breathing elevated watching you go completely crazy on top of him. He knew that the only way to calm you down, was to tell you what you wanted to hear.

“I d-do! I love you, y/n!” He looked into your desperate eyes. Your heart felt full as you smiled down at him.

“I knew it! Everyone was telling me that you wanted nothing to do with me, but I knew.” You confess, shaking the knife. You leaned down towards his ear, holding the knife to his neck.

“We can finally be together.” You smiled, kissing his ear before sitting back up. You grabbed the rope, hand it to him.

“Tie your arm to the cot.” You commanded, still smiling down at him. His eyes widened at the thought of him being completely at your mercy.

“W-wait I thought w-“ Aonung started with shaky breaths before you cut him off.

“I don’t trust you yet, baby. I don’t want you running away from me.” You pouted, nudging the rope into his hands.

“Tie your arm up, now!” You shouted, shaking the knife at him once more. He growled under you before tying his arm tightly to the cot.

“Good boy..” you say seductively before tying his other arm to the other side of the cot with one hand. You threw the knife to the ground once you knew he was tied tightly.

“What are you going to do, huh? Why are you so fucking obsessed with me?” He grew angrier by your erratic actions. You bend down to his face, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Why wouldn’t I be obsessed? Look at you.” You whisper crashing your lips into his. He was trying to pull away from you, but there was no use. The ropes were too tight, and your hunger for him was too strong. The only way to get you off of him was to get this over with. He kissed you back, lips moving in sync with yours. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, as he groaned loudly. He hated that he was kinda turned on by your advances. You were so aggressive and sure about what you wanted, and apart of him liked that about you.

You bit his lip softly, moaning in his mouth. You felt his huge cock growing under you by the second. You grinned before sitting up on him again.

“Do you want me to stop?” You say innocently, as you started to grind slowly on his cock, tilting your head and smiling. He looked up at you angrily, before his head dipped back in bliss.

“Look at me, baby.” You moaned grinding on his cock harder, filling on yourself in the process. He looked up at you, biting his lip as he watched you rile yourself up off the strength of him.

“FUCK! j-just!” He stuttered, face contorting in pleasure. You smiled down at him, before running your fingertips down his long torso.

“Just what?” You moaned, fiddling with the band of his loincloth. He hesitated to say these next words. He couldn’t believe that you were turning him on like this. He hissed loudly, before looking up at you with desperate eyes.

“Ughh, FUCK ME ALREADY!!!! ISNT THAT WHAT YOU WANT???” He shouted, bucking his hips into yours. You moaned lightly, before repositioning yourself on him. You flip your hair back, looking him in his eyes.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted…” you said seductively before completely ripping his loincloth off of his hips, revealing his throbbing cock, hitting the top of your stomach. He hissed at the friction before thrusting up against your stomach. You chuckled watching him try to find some kind of relief against you.

“Beg for it.” You commanded, grabbing his cock, jerking him off slowly.

“Fuck! Please! I want you so bad right now! Just give it to me, PLEASE!” He whimpered as he felt your warm hand massaging his throbbing cock.

With those simple words, you untie your loincloth, throwing it to the side. You slowly grind your soaking cunt against his length. He threw his head back at the friction.

“Mmmm yess” You moaned as you felt his shaft rub against your clit with every hip roll towards him.

“RIDE ME, NOW!” Aonung growled through gritted teeth. The anger from him made you so hot, as it always did. You bit your lip before position yourself over him, sliding down slowly.

He let out a loud moan, throwing his head back with closed eyes. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his swollen tip brush against your sweetspot. He started thrusting up into you, making you moan louder than before.

“Yessss Aonung!” You whined, meeting his thrusts. He looked up at you, an absolute mess as you rode him.

“This is what you wanted right? Just a little taste? I’ll let you taste it, baby!” He grunted thrusting into you harder, and faster. Your mouth flew opened as you looked him in his eyes. your moans got stuck in your throat. All you could hear was skin clapping against each other.

“Nothing to say? Say something, y/n!” He shouted, clenching his jaw as he watched you choke to get words out. You finally gasped loudly, crying out loud.

“Yes! yes! yesss!, please don’t stop!” You screamed as you felt him brush against your sweet spot with every thrust. The sweet sounds leaving your lips sent him spiraling. He tugged on the rope, trying his best to get out of it just so he could feel you. He realized that he unintentionally stopped thrusting into you, making you go completely feral. You started bouncing on him with so much force, chasing that orgasm that left when he stopped moving.

“FUCK! Hold on y/n, damn!” He shouted as he felt his high approaching him slowly. It was no use talking to you in this state. You were an absolute mess for him, moaning and screaming on his cock.

“No! I’m so hot for you, aonung!” You whined, head thrown back from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling. He watched you with lustful eyes, your cries made him more aroused.

“Mmmm Ok! I understand, bu-ughh, but you’ve gotta slow down! I’m about to fucking lose it!” He grunted, feeling his stomach tighten. He turned away from you, trying not to cum inside of you, but you were relentless. There was no point in even trying to reason with you.

“I’m almost there, FUCK!!!” You screamed, shutting your eyes tightly. He felt you clench around him, and he just shook his head in pleasure. You were too much for him, he couldn’t take it.

“Thank fucking god!” He grunted, throwing his head back. The pleasure was becoming way too much for him, as he felt himself starting to twitch. He knew his peek was coming.

“Mhmmm am I better than that other girl from earlier?” You moaned, looking down into his eyes. He looked you up and down, watching you pounce on him like an animal.

“You’re the best I’ve ever fucking had!” He grunted, feeling that knot unravel in his stomach. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your legs started shaking violently, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m cumminggg, Aonung!” You screamed, squirting all over him. Your orgasm was so intense that you fell into his chest, still shaking violently as you whimpered. He thrusted up into you fast and hard. Sending shock waves through your entire body.

“If I would’ve known this pussy was so good, I would’ve claimed you sooner.” He moaned feeling his cock twitch inside you. Those words motivated you to give him the most intense orgasm of his life. You sat up slowly, glaring at him with drunk eyes before bouncing on him again. His eyes widened at your new found energy.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” You said before biting your lip, moaning loudly again.

“Oh shit.” He replied, realizing the beast he just awoken. He was so close, squirming under you from the pleasure.

“Y/N! Im gonna cum, get up!” He shouted, thrusting up to get you off of him. You just shook your head from side to side, watching him grow weaker as his peek was reaching.

“Fuck! Slow down please!!!” He cried as his legs started shaking underneath you. He let out a long, loud moan as he shot his load deep inside of you. His eyes all the way in the back of his head, biting his lip hard.

“Yessss!!!” You moaned, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. He let out a loud breath, calming down from his high. You two lock eyes, staring at each other for a moment before he broke the silence.

“You are crazy as hell, but I kinda like it.” He let out a soft chuckle, making you blush. You bend down to his ear, grabbing his neck lightly.

“I can be crazy for you every night, if you let me…”

I’m ngl, I love the hell out of this story. This is top 3 favorite ones I’ve ever written. This bitch crazy asl tho🤦🏾‍♀️. Anywaysss, hope y’all enjoyed this story, because I sure asl enjoyed writing it. I love yall 🫶🏽🫶🏽!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

[tiyawnyana]

Kinktober: Day 31

A/B/O

A/N: Happy Halloween! So sorry to have this end, but I may be adding different versions, better ideas that I would personally like and such to this project! My requests are open, I will be using this time to catch up on some and do some side things too!

Pairing: Ao'nung x (fem) Omiticaya sully reader

Warnings: male in rut, friends with benefits sorta, smut, p in v, talk about breeding, knotting, biting, fluffy feelings confessed

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You knew what you agreed on.

It was a done deal, just simply helping your friend in one of his vulnerable moments. It meant nothing. You were being a good friend, that was all.

Sure, it would help you relieve some stress too, but this was about helping your friend. That was all.

The crunch of the sand beneath you is loud along this empty portion of the beach.

You'd been alerted of Ao'nungs rut incoming a little while ago, but had been held up with other things. It had been a few hours by now, much to your dismay, and you felt horrible for what you may have caused for your friend. You weren't on time.

His smell was still pungent, stuck to the ground and trees around you. The hut is in sight, and you breathe out a sigh of relief. You're nearly knocked to your bum as the scent hits you full force; masculine rut hormones that have never seemed to smell so good until now, the ocean and the faint smell of fruits from this morning.

You idly feel your own arousal pooling between your thighs.

You gently push open the flap entrance, peeking in and softly stepping in. The scent almost leaks out by this point and your stomach erupts with nerves.

"Ao'nung?" You speak soft, eyes landing on a writhing form on the mats. You jolt, placing down the basket of fruits and waterskins, dampening a clothe and you rush to him, patting his forehead and cheeks. You press your knuckles there, sighing at the heat,"I'm sorry, tahni, I was held up."

He groans, blinking weakly at you. His eyes are almost completely black, deep blue around the rim. It takes him a moment to realize you're really there, and he lurches forward to grip around your waist, tugging you into him and scenting into your neck.

"Eywa, you smell so good, paskalin," he kisses there sloppily, nipping the skin.

You release a shaky moan, gripping his sides,"Oh, Nung, wait-"

He doesn't let you finish, pushing you down into the mat and biting marks down your front,"Waited too long for this- for you," he mumbles into your skin.

The comment doesn't click for a moment but your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. You try to speak but he's untying your loincloth quickly, thumbing over your clit for a moment as he spreads your thighs.

He groans, scenting the air and staring down at your wet pussy.

"You are a gift," he mumbles again, then grips your hips and rolls you over onto your stomach, lifting your sides until your knees are planted down firmly on the mat.

It surprises you when he doesn't immediately ram his cock into you. He's gentle, hands caressing down your sides as he presses kisses down your spine. He pushes you down by your shoulder so your back arches, presenting your bum.

Your tail coils up in a poor attempt to cover yourself, to which he grasps the base, thumbing at the skin and sending a surprising jolt up your spine.

You whine and he grins lazily.

He fumbles for a moment but you're patient, waiting for him in that submissive position and preparing yourself mentally for his rut to really kick into gear.

He prods the tip of his cock along your folds, teasingly and groans as your slick coats the head. Gently, he presses into you until the head pops in.

"Mmph," you bite your lip to stifle the slight wince in pain.

He presses in, in, until he bottoms out, whining openly as your cunt pulses around him. You're so wet, so submissive beneath him. He groans at the imagery.

Your inner omega is singing with bliss and this surprises you deeply. Your body accepts him and needs him with such a profound greed it nearly shocks you to your core.

You don't have enough time to process that information when he pulls back, thrusting back into you with a slow but firm pace.

God- he's large. Larger than anyone, you'd grown with the Omiticaya and of course experimented, but nothing compared to this. To him.

His cock was thick, heavy, bulbous knot bulging around the base gradually as he rolled his hips into yours. He's not even rough, this feels too tender and loving and for some reason your heart clenches.

The pleasure is dizzying, you can't seem to stop your moans and whines but he doesn't care, even leaning forward to loom over you, hands framing either side of your head. This changes his pace and force, bucking into you quicker. You realize then that he's speaking.

"Wanted you-" He groans, nipping over your shoulder blade as he brushes your hair away from your neck. His knuckles brush your kuru to the side and you choke on a gasp, a warm zing of pleasure shooting down your spine.

"Mmph, what?" You break off into a whimper as he speeds up, knot knocking against your hole with every thrust.

You had agreed; no knotting. But you're not even sure if you can agree to that anymore.

"Wanted you since you arrived-" He licks over you scent glands on your neck and you cry out in shock, eyes bulging at his words as well.

He thrusts harder, knot almost pressing in. His cock swells inside of you.

"Wanted to make you mine- always, you're always in my head," he mumbles almost drunkenly, kissing over your neck now,"gonna- mmph, gonna court you proper, want you to be my mate-"

He moans as you tighten up on him.

"Wanna' knot you, breed you until you're full of my child, eywa-" his head bows as his thrusts grow more deliberate, knocking against your cervix.

"Ao'nung, oh-!" Your voice is shaky and you slump against the mat, eyes tearing up.

Your heart is thumping wildly- you find yourself realizing that's all that you want.

"You're it for me," he suddenly speeds up, moaning into your neck,"eywa brought us here-"

He suddenly growls and the omega in you cries out. He latches onto your shoulder, biting into your skin, blood slowly trickling down as he drives his knot into you, locking his cock inside of your cunt.

You cry out loudly as you cum around him, he growls through the bite as he pumps you full of his cum. It's so much, almost too much, feeling like it'll pour out of you when he's done.

He still rolls his hips, cockhead rubbing hard into you. He finally unlatches from your shoulder, licking the wound.

"Mine- all mine," he mumbles, more cum pouring into you.

Your omega is sighing with bliss, nodding off.

You idly feel him turning you over onto your side. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck tenderly while he waits for his knot to go down.

You decide to speak with him later of his confessions, dozing off until later.

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A/N: and that's a wrap! Thank you for your support and can't wait to see what else is in store 🙌

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[etherial-moon-blog]

What could have been

Description- When reader discovers Lo’ak kissing Tisreya, she is left heartbroken and a shell of her former self. With some help from Neteyam, she slowly picks up the pieces of her broken heart. As time goes on Neteyam considers her more than just a friend but is unable to tell her before tragedy strikes, leaving him heartbroken and devastated. Strangely, he finds that his brother is going through the same ordeal and they both find solace in wondering what could've been.

Pairing: Lo’ak x Avatar!Reader | Neteyam x Avatar!Reader Warnings: Angst Crying, Brief mentions of depression  Wordcount: 2k

Na’vi dictionary: Mauri- woven hut | Tweng- loincloth

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni

“...I see you.” When those words left her mouth, you felt your heart shatter. However, the next thing that happened ground those pieces into dust. Lo’ak leaned down and pressed his lips against Tsireya’s. The lips you had fantasized about pressing against yours were currently pressed against another girl. 

Slowly, you back out of your hiding spot and hurriedly leave the area, hand covering your mouth so that a sob doesn't slip out. That night you don’t return to the Sully mauri until late. You spent most of the night on a secluded part of the beach crying out your broken heart.

 It truly was broken, wasn’t it? Thoughts swirled around in your brain making your heart hurt worse than it already was. It was your fault. You should’ve confessed to him sooner, maybe if you had only confessed to him back in the forest, your heart wouldn't be laying shattered in your chest. 

It felt silly in a way, pining for a boy that you never thought you’d have a chance with. You loved him when you were still human and your love never changed when you became a Na’vi. You thought that your new boy would have him see you as more than his sister's best friend or as his best friend's sister. But it seemed he only saw you for what you were…..his friend. And despite your yearning to be more, the realization that he never saw you as anything more than that broke you. 

You cry for what feels like hours, exhausting your tears until you can’t anymore. Looking up from where you were crying into your legs, you see the sun has long since set. Wiping your face, you stand and make your way back to the mauri, silently hoping that nobody looked too hard at your face when you arrived. 

Making your way onto the woven pathway, your body robotically carries you toward the Sully mauri. Your hopes of going unnoticed were smashed into pieces when you see Jake, waiting at the entrance for you. A small sigh passes your lips as you near, ready to hear the lecture he was bound to give you.

“(y/n) Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you since dinner.” His tone is harsh but you can hear the undercurrent of worry in his words. Judging by how he sounded you knew you’d been out longer than you thought and had missed dinner. 

Gripping the strap of your bag anxiously, you only mumble out an apology while not looking at him. Unfortunately, Jake is too observant and notices your tear-streaked face and slightly red eyes. He sighs and pulls you into a hug. 

“Listen, I know it's hard having to leave behind everything especially when you’re doing it in a new body. But I swear it gets easier and in time you’ll adjust and then you’ll wonder how you ever lived differently.”

Right, he assumed you were crying because of your not being able to adjust to your new body which while true to an extent, wasn't the cause of your tears. Not wanting to admit what happened, you half-heartedly return the hug that Jake gives in earnest. He pulls away and gives you a small smile while rubbing your arms before releasing you to go inside. 

As you walk in you notice that everyone aside from Tuk is still awake. It made you feel worse honestly. Knowing that you caused everyone to worry about you so much that they stayed up to look for you. Kiri is the first to greet you at the door and presents you with food she saved for you. 

“Saved you some food, I figured you’d be hungry,” Kiri says. The sympathetic and concerned look she's giving you lets you know that she knows something is wrong but isn't willing to press it. Thankful and aware of the eyes on you, you take the food and make your way over to your little corner of the pod. If anybody wants to say something to you they don't, instead opting to get themselves ready for bed. You pick at the food, only taking small bites before setting it aside and getting ready for bed yourself. 

Kiri watched as you laid your mat closer to hers instead of being near her brother like usual. Though she didn’t say anything, the cogs in her brain were slowly turning and as she watched you lay down, she couldn’t help but notice your body shaking slightly.

~ Some time later~

The days blurred together as you went about your life on the island. You spent as little time as possible around Lo’ak and Tisreya. Despite your best efforts, every interaction you saw of the two drove the knife deeper, and not wanting to let your heartbreak known you decide the best way is to avoid them. 

Being around them when you had to was torture. Every interaction they had you noticed the subtle ways he showed his affection for her. You saw how much more touchy he was with her. He was always physically affectionate, always standing close or having his arm wrapped around your shoulders but with her it was different. 

With her, his touch was gentler, more affectionate. Whenever he hugged her he would linger as though he was basking in the warmth of her hug and it stung. You tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you and stand suddenly, causing everyone to look at you.

“You good bro?” Lo’ak asks as he and everyone else watches you grab your bag and pull it over your head. 

“M’fine. I have to go.” You mumble before quickly making your exit from where the group was sitting, tears forming in your eyes. You quickly make your way towards your secluded spot on the beach and immediately plop behind the first rock you see. 

The tears now flow freely as sobs begin to rack your body. You wanted to scream, but nothing would come out but the strangled sounds of your despair. You were crying so hard and so loudly that you barely heard the footsteps approaching and it wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you realized someone else was there.

You nearly jumped out of your skin once the hand made contact with you. Jumping away, you furiously wipe at your eyes until you realize that you know who touched you. 

“N-Neteyam…what are you doing here?” Your voice was very obviously hoarse and it cracked as you spoke, causing you to wince. 

Neteyam, hands held up in surrender and brow furrowed began to speak. “When you took off I followed you to make sure you were okay. When I heard you crying I knew you weren’t okay. What’s going on? What happened back there?” 

You swallow thickly. Somebody had finally caught you crying and it was Neteyam of all people. He wouldn’t leave you alone until he was sure you were alright which is the last thing you wanted right now.

“I-I….” What were you supposed to say? ‘Hey, you caught me crying over your brother. He didn’t reject me, I was just too chickenshit to actually confess and now the sight of him and Tisreya makes me want to peel my own skin off and scream until I’m hoarse. Don’t worry tho I’m fine.’ 

Wiping your eyes again you swallow once more and begin to talk. “I’m sorry I just…I really miss Spider and Home. It’s been hard adjusting to Spider going missing, getting a new body, and moving in such a short time span.” Okay, you just lied to him. Not everything you said was a lie but you weren’t going to tell Neteyam you were crying over his brother. 

“Do you…would you like to talk about it?” He asks hesitantly. He’s trying his best to comfort you and despite lying to him just now, you feel the need to convince him you’re alright. 

“Thanks but no thanks. I really don’t wanna talk about it. The crying was my way of getting it all out you know?” Neteyam nodded as you spoke, seemingly understanding your desire to cry it out instead of talking about it.

He outstretches his hand and gently places it on your shoulder. “If you want, you could cry if you need to now.” He seems to have a sudden realization and quickly removes his hand before adding, “I-if you want to that is”

Your hand flies to your mouth and you turn from him. He sees your shoulders shaking and begins to panic. He begins to rapidly throw out apologies and words of affirmation until he hears your stifled laughter and calms. 

It takes a moment for you to fully calm down but when you do, you turn to him, hand still covering your mouth. 

“I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at what you said…” A giggle slips out. “...just how you said it. Who knew the great Neteyam Sully was so awkward?” You say with a smile.

Neteyam cracks a smile and shakes his head. “You caught me. I’m not great at everything, just at most things.” 

You let out a faux scandalized gasp and Neteyam laughs in response. “I know right? Kinda shocking that I’m not the best at comforting people who aren't eight.”

With a laugh, you shove him playfully. “I don’t know, I think you’re doing a decent enough job.”

“Only okay? My pride is hurt” He says placing a hand over his heart as he attempts to sound hurt. 

“You’re doing a decent job. I don’t wanna give you an ego” You say as you turn to look at the ocean. If Neteyam wants to say something he doesn’t, instead option to let the conversation lull into a comfortable silence. After a few moments you reach over to your bag and pull out your well-worn journal, you flip until you find a blank page and begin to sketch. 

Neteyam, curious leans over but you lean away from him as he tries to peek. “Uh uh. No peeking, don’t you know it's bad luck to watch an artist draw?’ You say with a smile. He gives you a look but does as you ask, instead looking out at the vast expanse of the ocean in the light of the evening sun. 

After what feels like forever, you nudge him gently, journal turned towards him. “I’m not the best but I think I captured it well no?” Neteyam takes the journal from your hands and looks at the drawing in awe. In front of his eyes laid a perfect sketch of…him. You had gotten everything correct. His nose, his eyes, everything right down to how his braids sat over his shoulder. As he sat in awe of your drawing, you shifted a bit from your spot in the sand.

“I know it isn't the best bu..” As you were speaking you were cut off by Neteyam

“Sorry, this is just amazing. I can’t believe you drew this of me” The amazement and wonder in his voice caused a smile to spread across your face. You turn your journal back around and begin to tear the page out and once you're done you hold it out for him to take. 

He stares at your hand holding the drawing before shaking his head. “No. No, I can’t take this.” He says pushing your hand back. “Dude c’mon you have to take it, I’ve already ripped the page out so I can’t put it back.” You shake the page in his direction. “Take it” He wordlessly takes the page from you, admiring it one last time before folding it neatly and tucking it away into the waterproof pouch on his tweng. 

He gives you a small smile before looking out into the direction of the sea. “We should probably get going, dinner is starting soon and we don’t want to be late.” He stands and dusts himself off before offering you a hand.”

“Actually I think I’ll stay here for a little while longer, but I’ll be there soon.” You give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. If he notices he doesn't say anything and gives you a smile and a nod before walking back towards the village. 

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you heave a heavy sigh and put away your sketchbook. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your chin atop your knees. Looking out onto the open ocean, you can’t help but wonder what your life could've been if you had confessed earlier……..

Authors Note: This fic is part one of a two part fic. That might change later but it depends on how motivated I am to write lol. If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed! :) Dividers by cafekitsune

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[soupbitch-moneybitch]

so if i'm understanding the timeline right, ed died and stede mourned at his bedside, only to bring him back to life with his love, then they fought at some unhinged lesbians' house, then they awkwardly made up because their crewmate turned into a bird as a metaphor for the ability to change for those you love, then they kissed in the moonlight and then stopped and played thumb war instead because they wanted to take it slow, then stede killed a man, then they fucked, then they went on a date, then they broke up, then ed found a letter that stede had thrown into the ocean ages ago, then they ran into each other's arms on the beach and confessed their love, then they larped as british soldiers and killed a LOT of people together, and now they're living alone in a ramshackle hut as gay inn-keepers, all in the space of about a week, two weeks max

no one knows how to speed-run a relationship like gays 🏳️‍🌈

[ajdahak]

Helloo! Can I request an Aonung x F! reader (who’s in the Metkayina clan too) where Aonung confesses to the reader who secretly has a crush on him while a walk on the beach? I was thinking it could be like s friends to lovers thing! Also, can you add a part with my fav Tsireya where she convinces her brother to confess? I have a feeling she would know they both like each other😭Ty🫶🏽

♡ Character : Aonung x reader

♡ Genre : fluff

♡ A/N : I really enjoyed writing this! it's my first time so be indulgent please 😭 I hope you like it and sorry for my writing time I work during the day so it doesn't help me too much

You and Aonung had always been close since you were young. Always glued to each other. Although his character can be irritable most of the time, you told him everything, blindly trusting him. Sometimes others could wonder how you were doing to put up with it but very quickly everyone understood that you were the only one to have preferential treatment from the boy.

They had understood one thing that you were unfortunately the only one not to notice: he loved you. His little jokes that he addressed to you were only a way to flirt with you but you only saw it as friendly jokes, his fingers always trying to get in touch with you, the sweet looks he could throw at you at times, nothing escaped them, but you were blind to this.

The first to realize this was Tsireya. His sister seemed very involved in his heart stories and had many times helped him to subtly make you understand what he felt for you, but despair was only too present in the face of your unconsciousness. She sometimes seemed even more frustrated than Aonung himself !

Today, things were going to change, that's what she decided.

Noon had not passed, and yet the village was already more than eventful. Adults and children were already active on their own. With your clear eyes, you could see all these people surely agitated to go about their business, or go home, whatever.

You were simply walking between the different huts as always in the same place, on the same day, as every week, always, at least since you were a child.

Sometimes stopping to talk with some Metkayina you used to see, you observed the surroundings, allowing you to see children running here or there, playing through adults with disconcerting innocence.

If until now you only talked with a few people you know more or less, talking about rain and good weather, you thought you had talked enough to the people you know.

So, you simply started walking, without stopping, to go home, avoiding children who ran in all directions as you did at their age. But something caught your attention. In the distance stood a silhouette that you knew only too well : Aonung.

He beckoned you to join him and it is quite natural that you set off in his direction.

- Hey, so these leasons ?

- Don't tank to me about that, newborns swim better than them.

You couldn't help but giggle at this remark. Your friend invited you to join him for a walk on the beach which you gladly accepted. While he passed his fingers through the strands of your hair, you played with a flower while watching the clouds pass.

- … a lot, passionately..

- Mmh?

- I count the petals to know if you love me.

- I have rarely seen someone do such a stupid thing.

- Do not insult the science of flowers, please. They will get upset. Where was I?

- Passionately?

- To madness, and… not at all. You see, you offended the flower and she took revenge, you sermoned him by waving the last two petals under her nose.

- You have a petal on your cheek.

Then, when you tried to hunt the unwanted plant - in vain, since Aonung had of course invented it, - he gently grabbed your hand.

- You missed it, he taunted you. He's a little more... that way.

His fingers gently came to caress your cheek, pretending to remove something from it but surprisingly, when it was done, he did not retreat. On the contrary, his hand came to rest on the same cheek, caressing her with his thumb, while his gaze was lost in yours. A strange feeling passed through your body, like a shiver at the sight of this loving look that was intended for you. It was strange to see him so sweet, even with you, and you know him enough to know that there was something behind it.

- Aonung ?, you wispered under your breath.

The young boy seemed lost in his thoughts, thinking about what his younger sister had told him earlier in the day: "you have to make things happen! Or else she will never notice anything." Tsireya was unfortunately right. Then he took his courage with both hands and suddenly approached you.

You see it coming, but you accepted to kiss him with a smile. You tasted his lips, exchanging an intense kiss. Aonung had flown away for a few seconds, as if they had both taken off for the stars. All the love he felt for you had been transmitted through this kiss.

He moved a few centimeters away when his hands had already landed on your hips. He couldn't help but contemplate you. You were wonderful, it's crazy. He is in love with your eyes... And your hair... And your lips... And... you. He raised his hand to carry it to your face before sliding one of your black strands behind your ear.

- You are beautiful, he whispered at you.

You smiled at him and kissed him again. His hand went from your neck to your jaw and he detached himself from you, sticking his forehead against yours.

- (y/n).

- Mmh?

The young man made a blank settle between the two of you while his gaze was lost in yours:

- I love you.

- I didn't hear, can you repeat please?

Lie. Aonung could have suspected that you had not missed any word of his sentence, the huge smile you displayed on your face betraying you.

- I love you, he repeated with a smile.

- love you too, Aonung.

[lilacura]

blossoming bonds

Pairing: Huh Yunjin X Reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Yunjin and Y/N embark on a mysterious beach walk, where confessions are exchanged under moonlit shadows in a secluded hut. A subtle necklace becomes the enigmatic link in their evolving romance.

The South Korean sky painted in hues of pink and orange served as a breathtaking backdrop as Yunjin and Y/N strolled along the courtyard. The lively chatter and laughter filled the air, infusing the environment with a vibrant and energetic vibe.

"Y/N, do you ever feel like we're always caught up in the whirlwind of classes and exams?" Yunjin mused, casting a glance towards the horizon.

Y/N nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Absolutely, Yunjin. It feels like we're constantly racing against time."

"That's why," Yunjin said, a playful glint in her eye, "I thought we could take a break and enjoy a simple walk on the beach. What do you say?"

Y/N's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Yunjin! A beach walk is exactly what I need."

As they ventured closer to the shore, the sand beneath their feet grew softer, and the distant sounds of crashing waves and chirps filled the air. The sun, now a golden orb casting its final glow, painted the sea with a warm reflection.

Yunjin couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was the day she had decided to share her true feelings with Y/N. They had been close friends for years, and this secret admiration had been bubbling beneath the surface for far too long.

"We spend so much time on campus," Yunjin began, her voice taking on a contemplative tone, "but rarely do we take a moment to escape, to appreciate the simple beauty around us."

Y/N smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "You're right, jinnie. It's easy to get caught up in the hustle and forget to enjoy the little things."

As they walked, the conversation flowed effortlessly, a mix of shared memories and aspirations. The waves whispered secrets of unspoken feelings, and Yunjin could feel the anticipation building within her.

Eventually, they reached a more secluded spot on the beach, where Yunjin's eyes caught the sight of a path lined with rose petals leading towards a quaint, beautifully decorated hut.

"Y/N," Yunjin said, her tone soft and inviting, "come with me. I have something special to share."

Intrigued, Y/N followed Yunjin along the petal-strewn path, the colors of the petals contrasting with the golden sand. The hut, with its delicate decorations and soft candlelight, came into view.

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise and delight. "Yunjin, this is beautiful! What's all this?"

Yunjin took a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Y/N, we've been friends for so long, and I cherish our friendship more than anything. But there's something more, something I can't keep to myself any longer."

Y/N's gaze softened, sensing the depth of Yunjin's words. "What is it, Yunjin?"

With a nervous yet determined smile, Yunjin confessed, "I have feelings for you, Y/N. More than just friendship. I... I love you."

A moment of silence hung in the air, the waves outside the hut providing a gentle soundtrack. Y/N's eyes widened, processing the revelation.

"I didn't want to keep it a secret anymore," Yunjin continued, her gaze unwavering. "Today, I wanted to be honest with you, to show you how much you mean to me."

Y/N's expression shifted from surprise to a warm understanding. "Yunjin, I... I appreciate your honesty."

Yunjin reached into her bag, revealing a small velvet box. She opened it, unveiling a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? I want us to share our days and nights together, openly and without any secrets."

Y/N’s eyes sparkled, a reflection of the emotions swirling within her—a delightful blend of joy, affection, and a touch of vulnerability. She gazed at the delicate necklace cradled in Yunjin’s hands, its significance settling in her heart. A gentle smile played on her lips, and as she took a moment to collect her thoughts, the waves outside the hut provided a soothing soundtrack to the profound moment.

Her voice, when it finally broke the tranquil silence, carried a sincerity that resonated through the cozy space. “Yes, Yunjin,” she began, her eyes never leaving the necklace, “I would love to be your girlfriend.” Her words held a depth, as if each syllable expressed not just acceptance but a profound understanding of the shared journey that awaited them. 

They sealed their newfound connection with a sweet kiss. As the kiss lingered, Yunjin gently pulled away, her eyes locked with Y/N's, a mix of affection and gratitude reflecting in her gaze. Breaking into a tender smile, Yunjin reached for the delicate necklace in the velvet box.

"Y/N," she whispered, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of the pendant, "this is for you."

Y/N's eyes shone with anticipation as Yunjin carefully clasped the necklace around her neck. The pendant nestled against Y/N's collarbone, a symbol of the newfound connection they were embracing.

"There," Yunjin said, her voice a soft caress, "it looks perfect on you."

Y/N's hand instinctively reached for the pendant, her fingers tracing its contours. The necklace, a tangible representation of Yunjin's feelings, felt like a warm embrace against her skin.

"Thank you, Yunjin," Y/N said, her voice filled with sincerity. "It's beautiful, and it means a lot to me."

They sat in the hut, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight, the ocean waves creating a soothing melody in the background. Yunjin reached for Y/N's hand, fingers interlacing in a comforting embrace.

"To new beginnings," Yunjin toasted, raising an imaginary glass. Y/N mirrored the gesture, and they clinked their invisible glasses in a silent acknowledgment of the chapter they were beginning together.

The night unfolded with shared laughter, heartfelt conversations, and stolen glances that spoke volumes. As the stars dotted the sky outside, Yunjin and Y/N found solace in the simplicity of the moment, wrapped in the warmth of their budding romance.

Underneath the moonlit sky, Yunjin and Y/N's connection deepened, the necklace serving as a silent witness to the promise they had made. Love, once hidden in the recesses of their hearts, now radiated openly, creating a tapestry of shared memories against the backdrop of the tranquil beach and the hut adorned with candlelight.

[arifeathers]

Give me some of your hcs for Kickin chicken and DogDay for your Oneiros au!

KickinChicken 🏳️‍⚧️

He’s the middle child out of five siblings, one older brother and sister and two younger sisters. Gets along with his sisters of them most of the time but has a strained relationship with his dad and oldest brother.

Also has an adopted cousin named Lyra Lorikeet who is two years older than him. She taught him how to mimic other people’s voices and he often uses it to play pranks on the others with his friendly rival and best friend, Hoppy.

Came out to his family as trans at age 10. His sisters and his mum took it well and accepted Kickin as a brother and son, his father and brother didn’t however and often purposely misgendered and dead named him, among other things.

Got his top surgery at age 16.

Left the henhouse shorty after three weeks of his father and brother’s bs, despite his mum’s and sister’s protests. Went to stay with his childhood friend PickyPiggy and her two mums after making it to Critter’s Valley, before building his beach hut by himself at 15 years old.

Loves the beach and often surfs whenever he can and wants to. If not surfing, then he’s likely seen participating in whatever competition he and Hoppy have made up together.

Has very good accuracy and often uses throwing knives and stars as weapons. He doesn’t have any magic like Catnap, DogDay, CraftyCorn and Hoppy, but makes the most of his throwing skills and athleticism to protect himself and his friends.

Often gives out eggs to his friends living in Critter’s Valley. He finds it pretty shameful and embarrassing, but his friends don’t treat him any different. Picky often invites him over to help her make breakfast and cook for the other critters. (He doesn’t eat the eggs for obvious reasons.)

First met Bubba when the elephant first moved to the Valley. Initially he was pretty neutral towards him, giving an energetic hello, a friendly slap on the back and making him do friendly strength competitions (which he always loses.). But his feelings towards Bubba started to change after the latter stood up to his father and older brother over him being trans, beginning a proper friendship and a bashful crush.

His other best friend after Hoppy is DogDay. They often hang out to together and sing karaoke duets during sleepovers or in general. Both are also constantly pushing the other to confess their feelings to their respective crushes every now and then. He also does the same thing with Hoppy and her crush on Bobby.

DogDay ☀️

The youngest brother out of his two parents and an older brother. He was abandoned by them at 7 years of age for being too “weak, clumsy and useless”, under the premise of having a family picnic with them. Held a grudge against his family ever since, except for his aunt and uncle who took him and Catnap into their care after they made their way to Critter Valley.

Met Catnap shortly after realising his family isn’t coming back for him and the latter waking up on the physical realm and unable to go home to the Dream realm. Awkward first meeting from being startled by each other and a lot of hissing and growling, before realising that neither of them are gonna hurt each other and slowly bonding over being fellow orphans. He let Catnap come with him, after deciding to find his Aunt and Uncle who lives in Critter Valley.

The journey to Critter’s Valley took roughly a year and a half for both Dogday and Catnap and full of perils, excitement and the two of them becoming inseparable.

His Uncle and Aunt was initially unnerved by Catnap’s otherworldly aura and demeanour but look after him at their nephew’s insistence. They both moved out sometime ago and left their house to Dogday and Catnao deciding to move next door into the old treehouse, which was later renovated with the other critters’ help.

Has feelings for his best friend since they were kids, but didn’t want to confess due to belief that Catnap only sees him as a brother. Catnap on the other hand, feels the same but is too shy to confess.

Is immune to Catnap’s Red Smoke thanks to a magic charm cast over him by the purple cat when they were children.

Is able to cast magic in the form of ball shaped lights and blasts. He doesn’t like fighting unless it’s absolutely necessary and to defend himself. Prefers to stun his attackers using his light magic, but will use his firewood axe if needed.

Before winter, Dogday often chops firewood for himself and the other critters, going from house to house to deliver a stack.

Next to Catnap, Kickin Chicken is his best friend and they often sing karaoke together or go to the beach together. He is also able to match Kickin with any teasing remarks.

If he meets his real life canon counterpart in the factory, he’ll be shocked, horrified and just full of denial that his best friend (and crush) would ever do that to him. He would also save him from the mini critters.

If he meets the Prototype, he’ll be scared of the latter’s appearance, until realisation kicks in when he remembers Catnap dreaming about a metal claw and fear turns into protective rage.

[justtuesdays]

love island the game: stick or twist

alex

a carpenter from warrington, pretty low key type of guy.

single for a while, waiting for a girl to take home to the farm. cooks a big roast every sunday.

a slow burn kinda of guy. hoping to find someone to settle down with, to find his person. not here to play games.

rafael is his boy, his little bro.

rafael

a project manager. originally from madrid, spain. lives in london - made a year there. lived in the states growing up.

works in tech. gives puppy dog vibes.

wants to find his girl, someone who's his best friend, someone to spend long mornings in bed with. is a hopeless romantic.

spent time on the islands as a kid. misses his home - his mum and dad.

might take his girl to meet his mum and dad.

goes to alex for advice. bryson is his partner in chaos.

joyo

a scuba diving instructor, doesn't do drama.

not sure if they're there for love or 'the one', open to having a good time. loves a flirt where you can just tease each other.

big believer of not waiting for the good things to happen. doesn't like to waste their time.

close with alex, they already planned a scuba trip.

bryson

fashion influencer, loves to talk.

loves nothing more than flirting, loves to have fun.

needs someone who can match his energy, a turn off if they don't.

this would be their first proper relationship.

is pranking joyo because joyo doesn't think he has it. learned to hold his breath an extra minute from joyo.

rafael is his partner in crime.

[sawyer-is-not-my-name]

Requested: Nico x Son of Apollo Reader

Request: Reader is a son of Apollo, who’s super good at archery and really loves the beach. Hurt/comfort reader is super jealous of the way both Nico and Will are super close with each other and Reader has this huger crush on Nico.

This whole day had been a mess, you had intended on telling Nico how you felt, only for your brother Will to be beside him every second of the day. Any chance you had being thrown out the window. Nico looked happy with Will’s arm thrown around his shoulder, hut part of you ached. You wanted to be the one whose arm was thrown around him. Be the one he was laughing and smiling with.

Part of you thought Will did it on purpose to irk you but you knew he didn’t. He didn’t think like that, nor did he do things in spite of others.

Part of you wanted to be happy for them, but you just couldn’t. You had spent the better part of a year pining after the raven haired boy, doing anything you could to impress him often times making a fool of yourself. Your archery skills never seemed to even cause his glance to cast your way.

You found yourself sitting on the beach, the sun was setting and normally people were gathered round the campfire, but you just couldn’t force yourself to watch your half brothers displays of affection towards the boy who you were enamored with.

the breeze that drifted over you seemed to calm you down, the sand beneath you working to ground you in your heartbroken state. The pink, purple and blue hues all blessing your eyes as they blended together painting the most beautiful sight.

“I see why you like this place so much” you jumped slightly before turning to see Nico, immediately going back to staring at the sky ignoring the blush that took over as he sat beside you. Still part of you was jealous, envious even of the attention he had given Will throughout the day.

Your mind seeming to nag you with the thought of him and Will. “Did I do something to upset you?” you shook your head not moving your gaze from the sunset. “You’ve been glaring at me most of the day, especially when I was around Will…” his voice trailed off before he seemed to get upset. “Do you have a problem with my relationship, all because we’re both boys” the sentence loomed in your mind, it couldn’t be further from how you felt.

“No, I don’t have a problem with that.” He still didn’t get it, but you didn’t want to give up how you felt. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you and Nico or between You and Will. “Then whats your problem?” You could feel yourself about to snap, “Isn’t it obvious?” you managed to huff out, picking up a shell out of the sand. Everything around you suddenly becoming more interesting.

“Not really, no. Help me understand.” He put his hand on your shoulder urging you to tell him what was bothering you. “I like you Nico, I have for a while.” This wasn’t the way you imagined confessing, you didn’t want to tell him when he was with someone let alone one of your half brothers.

“I guess its a good time to tell you me and Will aren’t actually dating.” you whipped your head towards him glaring at him. “It was dare to act like a couple, it didn’t quite feel right but being with you does.” His hand interlaced with yours, both of your faces heating up. “You’re handsome when you’re jealous, y’know that?” you playfully pushed him a smile appearing on your face. “Oh shush.”

[thehistoriangirl]

The Tides Have Veiled [Fourteen]

This chapter is calmer than usually :3 is that suspicious? I wouldn't know...

Viktor x Fem!Reader---/Gothic AU/Haunted Sea---3.4K---SFW

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Synopsis:  Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say. Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts. Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Chapter Summary: Just when you're about to confront one of your fears, Viktor's there to confess.

Tags: Strangers to Lovers | Ghosts | Slow Burn | Dark Magic(?) | Some Lore | Fluff (!!!!) | Some kithing :3 |

Taglist: @lunar-monster @local-mr-frog @bittercyder @blissfulip @ihopeinevergetsoberr

Fourteen: A Ghost Roaming the Coast

It was almost dusk when you gathered your petty bravery, watching the sky bleed and the waves shine with the last glimpses of sunlight.

 Calculating against the clock hung on the wall and the keeping log, you had around forty minutes until the sun died down for good today, finally overshadowed by the beacon.

Your steps echoed against the wood of the lighthouse’s staircase, hands eager to gather the raincoat perfectly folded over the table and the pair of boots tucked against a side of the hearth so they could get warm enough against the upcoming winter currents.

You observed the flames, Viktor’s words resonating inside your brain in between the crackling fire, allowing your mind to get lost in their dance though your jaw tightening didn’t pass unperceived.

I believe you hit your head with a rock when you were walking along the beach.

“Yes, sure,” you seethed. How would you end up on the opposite side of the bay if that were the case? You should be dead if your head would have hit any of the sharp rocks at the foot of the cliff where you sought refuge last night.

And the woman—the ghost—it hadn’t been the first encounter. Even if you tried to delude yourself into thinking of it as a poor excuse of a slip of imagination, like the force that was about to push you to the edge of insanity; you knew better.

Sadly so. As much as ignorance would’ve been a blessing.

Even then, knowledge perhaps will be the only thing to keep you alive. Once you understood everything, you would be able to know what to do now you knew that there was no solace in the city for you.

Not with whatever had poisoned your blood with salt water.

That was the only thought while you fished your keys from the depths of your oversized wool sweater, securing them with a cord in your pants’ hem.

The cave was real, you felt it in your being, in the way your fingers still seemed to vibrate while remembering the touch of the faint purple glow on its walls. How the song resonated in your bones as if they were hollow, filling you with homesickness you didn't know it was there until the melody made it overflow.

How someone could feel such a thing when one has never known a home anyway?

What a twisted life this seemed to be.

But before settling a foot outside, a flash of the ghostly tail made your hand brush along the table’s surface to grab the handle of the kitchen knife.

It wouldn't be much, especially if you were correct about what you believed that creature was; though you didn’t wish to be so exposed and hopeless again. It was enough that for a considerable portion of your life, you’d been sheltered and tucked away as an old doll—you didn’t wish your end to be like that, too.

You were a keeper now, away from the shabby hut by the coast, now instead watching the whole landscape from your tower, maintaining the light on against the darkness, the mist, and the restless things roaming in the night. You were different.

You probably hit your head against a rock.

Voices mixed in a cacophony that pounded your head. Your mother went out of her mind after having you. That's why she left you.

You can’t run away from your blood.

No, you weren’t your faceless mother. You wouldn’t let the sea claim you too. And yet… you kept walking toward the exit, toward the waves. Tempting life and destiny only to soothe your mind once the cave stood, materialized, and real in front of you again.

Would Viktor care if the next evening he’d find the beacon still on, his keeper gone?

Would you care if he didn’t?

Hairs prickled your eyes when you shook your head in a violent attempt of denial, albeit the thoughts kept flowing like currents, so many your mind had gone murky, limbs led by instinct alone.

Open door. Close door. Walk. Fetch key. Open do—

A flap of cold wind hit your face like the slash of a dagger; the dark, grey sky quickly being covered by the view of a long, black coat. The wind carried the familiar essence like an invisible embrace.

“Where are you going at this time of day? It’s almost nighttime.”

You jumped away, a scream getting caught up in your throat as your mind scrambled to act. Get away. Grab the knife. Why does the voice sound so familiar?

Looking up, you conjured another ghost trying to haunt you, grabbing the knife from the pocket of your raincoat so forcefully your knuckles were white. Instead of hollow sockets, you saw a pair of golden stars still visible despite the cloudy night.

You opened your eyes, heat pooling up your face. “I was going to look for you,” you said, hoping to craft an acceptable lie with the nonsensical words spilling out of your mouth.

Viktor arched an eyebrow. “With a… knife?”

Your lips pressed in a thin line. Silence dragged, and Viktor leaned against the rusty threshold of the lighthouse’s gate, giving you all the damned time in the world to explain.

"We're not on so good terms, I suppose,” you answered begrudgingly, wishing to imbue a more amused and sarcastic tone instead of the hollow, plain tone that got out. Gaze averted and your free hand playing with your hair, you were a terrible liar, which wouldn’t explain why Viktor didn’t believe in what you told him this morning besides being pure reticence.

The screams of the cliff started creeping up the rock, toward the open lighthouse, and perhaps it was your imagination, but you felt a gentle trembling movement of the hill beneath your feet.

Your hands enveloped his wrist, pulling him inside the little garden and closing the gate behind him with a slam. Standing face to face, you could see his breathing spiraling up to the sky between the drizzle starting to compose a rhythmical dance over your coat.

“I regret talking to you like that. It was unprompted and uncalled for," Viktor said, eyes gentle and ever-present, boring into yours in seek of something you couldn't quite place yet. “I came to apologize.”

It couldn’t be so easy—you knew it wasn’t just forgiveness. It couldn’t be.

"You don't have to say things you don't mean only to appease me. I know you said it on a whim, which must’ve let you slip a thing or two decorum wouldn’t allow you to say in other circumstances.”

“And whims are all built in poor wording.” He sighed. “I don’t regret marrying you. I regret what this marriage has put you through.”

Your brain took much longer than needed for his words to seep in. “… what do you mean by that?”

Viktor's eyes settled on yours, and this time you gathered your courage to keep them on him, between the little mole under his eyes to the bridge of his nose. You saw browns and yellows on the irises, molted gold casting shadows behind its wake.

He brushed your shoulder ever so slightly. “My cursed wife. Don’t believe I haven’t noticed.”

A childish part of you fluttered when he called you ‘his wife’, perhaps hoping that all these steps you had walked together meant something more than just a clause in a job application. Though anger still bubbled up your belly for his words that were so heavy the wind couldn’t carry them away just like enough blood couldn’t become invisible while diluted in water.

You crossed your arms, as if he could see your heart hammering against your chest.

“I’m not yours.”

“I know. Albeit that’s not what everyone thinks about us.”

And what do you think about us? You wished to be brave enough to ask him.

“Curses are hereditary,” Viktor continued, his voice soft in a mutter while his gaze was lost in something over your shoulder, though when you looked back, you could only see the flicking shadows of the empty staircase. “They do not fade away with time as everything else tends to do because the ones that impose them are outside its reign. It persists in blood.”

He didn’t need to tell you what he was referring to. Ghosts. Witches. Spirits. The house and this lighthouse. You felt a shiver down your spine, cold sweat gluing the hairs of your nape. A gaze that penetrated over the rock of the tower and into your back. A gaze belonging to a woman's empty sockets.

“Are you trying to scare me?” You hugged yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice your shiver. This time it was working.

“Let’s get you inside,” Viktor replied, taking his cane from its place propelled against the wall and pointing the handle toward the door. “You’re getting wet and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you believe me?” You sounded childishly hopeful when you should’ve been surprised, not minding his cold palm sliding into yours to guide you down a more than familiar path.

“I don’t think there’s a purpose for you to invent something like that.” Viktor raised a hand when you were about to protest, your eyes deeply crinkled in a frown. "I know there are… strange happenings in this town. Of course, I believe you."

"I thought I had fallen and hit my head?" You huffed, the gentle crackling of the fire enveloping your cold bones once Viktor closed the door and helped you out of your humid coat, taking the knife and settling it on the table.

“There are certain things it’s better not to say out loud on land,” Viktor replied, almost embarrassed with the way his cheeks and ears were tinted pink, though all you saw could be a product of his closeness to the fire.

“And it’s good to talk about them now?” you said, looking up toward the beacon room and catching a glimpse of the golden light flicking through the stairs.

“No. But I didn’t want you to remain angry with me.” Shyly, he took your hands in his and gave them a light squeeze. “I care about you, and I couldn’t let a day pass by and know that I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him, the flames making his eyes twinkle—and it would’ve been a mischievous way if it weren’t for the gentleness of his touch, fingers surrounding your wrists, a slight arch of his eyebrows created by worry.

The gentle mutter of your name slipped through his ajar lips.

Your hands slid around his torso, taking in the essence of his clothes, like orange and salt and books. He was solid, warm, and real, his lithe muscles shifting under your touch, cheek settled just above his chest.

His indecisive gasp reverberated deep inside your bones, hotness climbing up your neck once he hugged you back, his hands moving from their place on your arms down your waist. The movement made his unbuttoned coat open to envelop you whole, chest flush against his dress shirt.

For a long time, the only thing that existed was Viktor's heartbeats complementing yours, breaths mixed in a slow rhythm turned a soothing dance once he started swaying you side to side.

His cane’s handle poked your side, spell broken when your mind cleared enough to realize what you were doing, that you were too close, that perhaps his movements originated from exhaustion from coming down the house toward the lighthouse. That this was still just a façade. You pushed your hands over his chest to break the hug, only to find his hands still grabbing the soft curves of your hips.

“Viktor…” you said, looking at his chest now that locking eyes with him was so difficult, your mind running in circles over the memories of the wedding, the softest friction of his lips over yours.

The fake wedding, your brain tried to add, unsuccessfully.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He nodded, deep in thought as his right hand ran up from your waist up to cup up your cheek. “I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe. I promise you.”

You smiled, the movement making his thumb brush across your skin in slow, gentle circles, a view so intense he might want to paint you to behold in his memory forever.

Viktor leaned closer, the rebel locks around his forehead almost hiding his intense expression. Your hands grasped his arms, thinking your knees would fall at any moment. His nose skimmed against yours before his lips landed atop yours in a motion so fleeting you might’ve been imagining if it weren’t for the gentle motion of his lips opening, accompanied by a squeeze on your left hip.

You sighed, wanting to move one of your hands atop his heart.

“I—I’m sorry,” Viktor jumped backward, almost tripping with the leg of the table. “I don’t know what I’m doing… I… I overstepped.”

You held his hand before he could pull away. “No, you didn’t,” you muttered, looking at the ground. “I’m your wife after all.”

Viktor’s sheepish smile left you breathless, looking between the yellow hues of the fire the bright red of his cheeks reaching his ears, even.

“This is so unprofessional. Come on,” he told you, reaching for the metal pole you used to extinguish the logs inside the hearth. Using your oil lamp to move around, Viktor approached the staircase with confident steps even as he hooked his cane in the crook of his elbow and started ascending using the handrail, a path so familiar maybe he could even crawl it in the darkness. “I want to keep watch with you tonight.”

It was your turn to frown with concern. “Aren’t you tired? You just returned from the city.”

“I’ve had many things around my head to even think about sleeping. There will be time—that is, of course, if you want me here. I’ll understand if you’d prefer to be alone.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” you replied almost immediately. Viktor turned once he reached the top, extending his arm to let the shine of the lamp illuminate your way up.

“You won’t be. Not if I can avoid it.”

Your head tilted to the side, looking over his shoulder to see the messy room you used every night; with the old logbooks open over the table and half the window still sealed with wood boards, pens scattered over the yellowish pages of the unfinished diaries you’d been scribbling on to avoid Viktor’s curiosity when you asked for another notebook.

Would Viktor see you as another delusional keeper if he got a better look at your writings?

“A worker will come to replace the glass on Thursday,” Viktor said, his steps never faltering while approaching the table. If he read the old keeper’s words mixed with your deliriums, he didn’t show any different emotion as he walked toward the closed door at the far end of the room. “The wood covers the view of the sea.”

“I prefer it this way,” you couldn’t stop from saying. This way you wouldn’t see the woman.

“I can’t say I blame you,” Viktor sighed, his steps getting further away as he entered the machine’s room, all his silhouette embraced by the comforting darkness inside. “Both haunting and beautiful.” Walking toward him, you heard the crackle of the couch give in under his weight. You closed the door with a gentle click now you were sure everything was for the night already tinting the horizon navy blue. Viktor hadn’t brought the lamp, and neither did you, remembering that day when the storm raged outside and yet you were warm and safe between his arms. You wouldn’t need the light if he was there. “Like you.”

You chuckled, ignoring the way your heart started pounding relentlessly against your ribcage. “Am I haunting?”

He hummed, grasping your hand to guide you toward the couch until your legs were against each other caged inside the tiny space. “Haunting does not always mean something frightening; but something special and unforgettable.”

Unforgettable… “Will you remember me once you go work as a teacher full time?” your voice was barely audible over the purring of the motor in the control panel, it was a miracle that Viktor could hear it, just as it was a miracle being so close to him tonight.

The pause that followed you allowed you to sense the cool of the night starting to crawl over your feet and fingers from under the metallic door, and you couldn't stop thinking how you had survived last night soaked in freezing water without catching hypothermia.

“I’m not planning to leave you alone in this town,” he muttered. “I can arrange another bedroom in my apartment.”

You recollected the horrible dream, how your lungs pleaded for mercy once the living room was flooded, tears mixed in with salt water as if they had always belonged there. His disappearance toward the bathroom almost all night. And the stain of crimson diluted into the water.

“I don’t think I will survive outside this town, Viktor. And I’m terrified of figuring out.”

“I’m here with you,” he said, patting your knee. “There’s always a way.”

“I hope you’re right. I don't want to be trapped in here for the rest of my life, whatever short or long it may be…” You sighed, feeling the breaking of your voice even before you uttered another word. “I want to escape my family’s fortune, though I think one may never be too far away from their blood.” I don’t want to keep feeling like I'm drowning near the coast and away from the sea. “I’m just… so tired of being… me…”

You heard the rustle of his hand patting your head. “I understand. One might think I should know it by now—the cursed owner of the haunted house by the cliff. But there’s always hope as long as there’s life. And I must… confess, that my world would be dull without you in it.” He exhaled. “I was so scared of finding you by the coast this morning. I… I thought…”

A chill ran through your spine, and you sought his warmth, leaning your head against his shoulder. “What haunts you, Viktor?" you whispered in a reckless attempt that no other spirit but him could hear it.

You felt him tremble slightly under your cold touch. “What always haunts everyone—the past.” He shifted to accommodate you better, hearing the muffled clank of his cane against the wall as he rotated himself to allow you to set yourself between his open legs, your back flush against his chest as if he were a cocoon. “And what haunts you?”

So many things, you were just like a small, naïve child. The screams of the cliff. The ghostly woman. That following sensation of being watched inside Viktor’s house. Of one day waking up in the hut by your aunt’s screams, the lighthouse and him all but a fantasy. “Knowing that everything I see and hear at night is a lie. And knowing that it’s not.”

Viktor posed his chin atop your head. “I believe you,” he said after a while, his breath drawing goosebumps against your ear. “I believe you.” There was a pause where you heard the palpitations of your heart picking up just like the rain outside.

“You shouldn’t walk by the beach at night,” he muttered, settling his head in the crook of your neck to whisper against your ear. “That’s why fishermen go to open waters and don’t come back until the sun is up again.”

“I was… I was returning from my uncle’s funeral. I…” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I saw him first. And then the woman. M-my mom…”

He hugged you, his hands around your waist. “I don’t think that was your mother,” he said, soothing you with his reassuring touch and his closeness, tucked away from the world. "Why don’t you rest for a while? I’m going to need you alert and awake tomorrow afternoon.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to show you the open ocean.” He cleared his throat. “I mean… I’m researching about mareel, luminescence in algae that floats on the sea at night. I… it would be my pleasure to show you. If you’d like to come with me.”

“Oh! Well… I’d love to.” You smiled even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness. “Viktor…” you called, neck crooned toward him. “Can you kiss me again?”

You heard his faint chuckle, his head moving toward yours in the dark, hands cupping your jawline and neck as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip. You parted your mouth open, hot breath hitting against his fingerpad before his breath met yours in an eager sigh once you pressed yourself against him.

In that room there was no time nor hurry, embraced in the cold wind and sheltered by the rain tapping against the roof; so you allowed your mind and body to lose yourself in him. If only for tonight.

[crimswnred]

oh my god whoever had the idea of making the sneak peek a beach hut confession was a GENIUS

[whatisreggieshortfor]

See Him As a Friend

Here’s a fluffy take on the lie detector test for @litgwritersroom’s prompt.

Bobby x MC

When Lucas read off the text about the lie detector, you could see how nervous the other Islanders got. You couldn’t understand why. This late in the show, they should trust who they’re with or they shouldn’t be with them. You figured it was that simple. Bobby was an open book to you.

Of course when you said as much to the other girls, Lottie had things to say. “Did you forget that he was called a player in the Mean Tweets challenge?”

“Did you forget you didn’t come out of that challenge looking too good either?” You argued, and there was beat of silence as Lottie clearly tried to come up with a retort.

But Marisol cut in, the only girl that never wavered from your side, “Let’s be honest for a minute though, Bobby has only ever had eyes on her. Even when I was in the friendship couple with him, it was obvious where his heart was. I think he was more worried about one of the other boys winning you over than anything else.”

“Same here.” Hope offered, though she clearly wasn’t sure if she really wanted to step in Lottie’s signature drama again, “I’ll always be thankful he saved me from getting dumped so Noah and I could be together, but I can’t see him having eyes for anyone else. In here or out there.”

Chelsea giggled to herself, clearly not sensing the tense air, “You guys should’ve seen his Beach Hut confessions! Literally every single one, no fail. Always Y/N. It was how I knew I’d get on with the two of them so well!” God, you loved your Bra.

You watched with the other Islanders as Gary was mercilessly torn apart by Lottie’s questions, and Bobby looked like he felt terrible just for needing to read them out. You asked Hannah questions for Lucas, and he went miles easier on her in comparison, which wasn’t much of a surprise since they’d only been together for a few days. Noah asked Gary’s questions for Lottie, and you could see the blonde girl feel remorse when his were easy. And it kept going, Lottie asking Jo the questions. Lucas asking Hope. Hannah asking Henrik. Ibrahim asking Chelsea. Henrik asking Ibrahim.

Until eventually, Gary was reading your questions to Bobby. “First question to make sure it’s still functioning like we haven’t been doing this for over a half hour, is your first name Robert?”

Bobby snorted, “Yup.”

Ding.

“Perfect. Okay. First question from Y/N- oh wait hold up this one has a note from Marisol written on the side, am I allowed to read that?” No one from the production team stopped him, so Gary shrugged, “It says ‘I bet you can guess who made her ask this question in under three seconds, and if you get it right I will finally try your hot chocolate.’”

You shared a conspiratorial smile with the law student beside you as Bobby laughed, “Now I’m very intrigued.”

Gary made a big show of clearing his throat, “In the Mean Tweets challenge,” You could already feel Lottie’s glare on you, “Would you consider the one about you being a player to be true?”

“Naw, no way. But nice question, Lottie.” Marisol laughed brazenly beside you as you snickered, waiting until the machine dinged it was the truth.

“Very nice, Bobble. It doesn’t say who the question came from, so I guess when you go out there they’ll tell you if you got it right. Next question, who else in the Villa did you feel a spark with?” Gary looked interested in the answer, but Bobby just grinned at him.

“Nobody.” Ding.

“Not a single girl caught your fancy?” Gary asked, mouth gaping like a fish.

Bobby shook his head, “Nope. Been Y/N for me since day one.”

“Class act, Bobs. Last question, and probably the easiest for you. Ready?”

“Fire away, Gareth.”

“What’s your favorite thing about Y/N?”

“Her butt.” Beeeeeeep.

Gary gasped, “That’s a lie, Bobby!”

“Okay, okay! But the real answer is cheesier.” The Scottish boy grinned, totally unbothered, “Definitely her laugh. Not only is it lovely, but it means my jokes are landing.” Ding.

As soon as he walked out, Bobby planted a big kiss on your cheek, “Had to go makin’ me sound like a melt, didn’t ya, lass?”

You giggled, pressing your lips to his briefly, “Act like you don’t melt for me all the time. Might as well be a popsicle in the sun.” He chuckled as he pulled you into a cuddle.

“So…” he tried to look nonchalant but his eyes were sparkling with mischief, “Did I get it right? Was it Lottie?”

“Yes.” You, Marisol, and Chelsea chirped in unison.

Bobby pumped his fist into the air, “Soon as this is over, I’m making that hot chocolate, Marisol!” You pouted but he just tickled you, “I’ll make you one, too, babe. I’ll always make you some.” You beamed, giggling when the other Islanders voiced their own requests for a cup.

Eventually it was your turn, and you followed Chelsea into the Hideaway. Once you were hooked up, she giggled, “It doesn’t actually give me a starter question. Should I do an obvious one? Like who your best girlfriend is in the Villa? Or a crazy one like were you born in a field?”

You snorted, “I’ll answer both. My best bra is you, Chels. Though Marisol is a close second. And I actually was not born in a field, but my mom has said I was almost born in a barn.” The machine dinged twice in rapid fire.

“Oh! Both true! Though now I wanna hear the barn story…”

“Later, babes.” You grinned, “I promise.” The machine dinged true again and Chelsea clapped her hands before grabbing the question cards.

“Alrighty, babes! Bobby’s first question is…do you genuinely think he’s funny?”

You didn’t even hesitate, “Of course. Funniest person I’ve ever met.” Ding. “His pranks could use some workshopping though.” You winked at the camera as the machine beeped angrily.

Chelsea gasped, hand flying up to her mouth, “You lied! You don’t think his pranks need work.”

You shrugged, still smiling, “Like I said, funniest person.”

“Okay, time for number two!” Chelsea beamed, she made you even more relaxed than you already were about answering these, “Do you still see Bobby as a friend?”

You pursed your lips, contemplating the question in its entirety, “Am I allowed to give an explanation to my answer?” A producer off to the side nodded to you. Back in the observation room, Bobby looked instantly panicked, even as Gary told him he had nothing to worry about. “Okay. Do I see Bobby as a friend? Yes.” Ding. “And I know Bobby, I know that answer is sending him spiraling down a rabbit hole, so Gary! You better make sure he’s paying attention!” Both of their heads snapped to the screen as you cleared your throat. You continued seriously, but your smile never left, “From day one, Bobby has made me feel comfortable. Literally. He was willing to sleep on the daybeds if I didn’t feel up to sharing the bed, and he always knows what to do when something goes wrong. He’s not just my best friend-“ Chelsea grunted, and you amended, “He’s not just my best male friend, he’s my person. When I need a laugh, he always has a joke ready. When I need to cry, he’s offering his shoulder. He’s there to relax, he’s there to goof around, he’s there for the drama, and he’s been there for every moment between them. So yeah, he’s my best friend. But he’s more than that, too.”

Chelsea leaned forward, watching the machine anxiously, and when the sound came out and the light came on, she was already shouting, “That was the truth! Aw, babes, that was beautiful. Keep it in mind for this last one. It’s the biggest.” Your eyes widened, what could be bigger than he’s biggest insecurity about being here? Chelsea held the card up, covering her face because she knew your answer would make her happy cry, “If Bobby told you he loved you, would you be able to say it back and mean it?”

“Absolutely.” Not even a second of time between the end of the question and your answer, and the responding ding reverberated through the air as Chelsea started fanning her eyes.

“Dammit babes! I knew I’d cry!”

Making your way out with Chelsea, you suddenly had the air knocked from your lungs as a body collided with yours, picking you up and sweeping you through the air. Once your feet were back on solid ground, you met Bobby’s teary eyes, “Lass,” his voice was breathy, almost filled with the laughter you loved so much, “Y/N, I-“

You slapped a hand over his mouth, shaking your head at his confusion, eyes darting around to the very visibly interested Islanders that weren’t even pretending to look away, “Not right now. Not in front of everyone. I want it to be a moment for us.”

His eyes somehow softened even more, and he slowly pulled your hand away, “Okay, lass. I’ll leave it up to you then.”

The next morning, the two of you were having an early breakfast while the other Islanders took a lie in. Just watching the sun rise, enjoying pastries Bobby took the extra care to make for everyone, his fingers on one hand drawing lazy circles on your thighs as you relaxed in the beanbags together with your legs thrown in his lap. “Hey, Bobble?”

He hummed, eyes peeking open to take a glance at you, watching the barely hidden excitement that was practically rolling off of you. “What’s up? You get a text or something?”

Shaking your head, you gave him a gentle smile, “I love you, Bobby.”

His face went blank, mouth falling open, before his lips stretched into his widest smile as he tugged you closer by the waist, punctuating each word with a kiss to your face, “I-“ your cheek, “love-“ your forehead, “you-“ your nose. “I love you, lass.” Finally your lips.

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