#maybe with the little blurb from the log or whatever

[lesenbyan]

anyway, not that I think anyone is like. Actively Seeking This but like

I have also started taking screencaps of sightseeing vistas (that's part of why I was at dragonspit on aki for the pictures yesterday) so maybe when I finally get my tablet I can also whip out my amateur at best (but actually existent) photo manip skills to make those into what I Want Them to be and then maybe.

[sugarypinecones]

DODGE!!!!! god i want dodge so bad i want to lay between his stretched out legs and wrap my arms around one of them and rest my head on his thigh while he plays with my hair while we watch smth together but it's all background noise because his dick is so close to me mouf and i js wanna run my nose against the little outline from his washed out jeans IS THAT A CRIME IS THAT SO TERRIBLE please oh my god his strong rodeo arms i just wanna sit on his lap and rub my hands all over him im sorry i think im ovulating

(in lois griffin voice) whoever that was.. thank you….

NO because ur SO real.. like i audibly went holy to this, had to screenshot, send to council, and come back to re read again like that one sarah paulson video.

this was meant to be a tiny tiny blurb but it turned out way longer than expected so sorry lolz + f!reader

ALSO! if you sent an ask i am working on it, but i was on vacation so now im finally home and yupppp

send more asks. anything. i will try and match ur freak as hard as i can pls god, and anyways that being said:

like, get me; it starts out somewhat innocent. tired and lazy because of all the panic bullshit, you two decide to just stay home rather going out to all the random parties and events thrown between each game.

dayna and his mom don’t care that he has you over — they find it nice he found someone, a nice distraction from inside his head.

as for the show, it’s probably some random documentary or reality show: first thing he saw when logging into the streaming platform. he, genuinely, is probably engrossed in it, but you’re engrossed in him: how close you two are.

you’re laying between his legs, obviously, and his hands are strung around you messily, just wanting to have some sort of hold on you. how he’s holding you, you probably have no idea what, focused on the washed-out jeans of his — weathered from wear by rodeos or helping anne or anything else.

he’s probably yapping about something on the TV — “i don’t see how bestfriends could do that to eachother..” bla bla bla, you’re not really focusing in on it - humming, trying to sound interested in whatever it is he’s actually talking about. some “oh really?” and “i know..” are strung throughout the humming, but you have no idea if it’s actually appropriate to his talking.

he seems to catch on, though, unbeknownst to you. it’s hard not to notice his pretty girlfriend’s eyes focused directly on his crotch every few minutes, head shifting back and forth ever so slightly — making his dick twitch with need.

you wondered if his jeans are always this tight — wondering if you looked earlier you could’ve seen it, but the truth was, you really couldn’t. this only happened after the fact you got in the car — but obviously, you weren’t keenly aware of his crotch up until the minute you got in bed.

his hands run up and down ur back softly, and god it just makes the URGE to run ur face along the outline so much worse !!! he’s fallen quiet, so u slightly wonder if maybe something’s wrong or maybe he caught onto your disinterest in his words, so you glance up out of the corner of your eye, only to realize he’s been watching you for god knows how long.

he probably says something stupid, like: “you know the tv’s over there, right?” or “interesting?” something really dumb and smart-assy. you roll your eyes, probably say something back, and one thing leads to another and he’s nonchalantly trying to suggest you could do it if you wanted to.

so you do. and god !! does it feel as good as u thought it would. he twitches beneath u and tries to act like it’s really not turning him on as much as it is, but it’s hard not to, a sticky, wet patch is already forming at the tip of his cock; itching to bleed through the light jeans.

he ends up pulling you closer, forgetting all about the tv, bringing you into a hasty kiss, needy and desperate but still filled with tenderness.

you fix yourself on his lap, smiling into the kiss, glad you got your way, like it was ever a fight to begin with — it never was, he would give you anything you asked for whenever you wanted.

he’s so gentle when he touches you. his large hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you even closer into his lap, his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, panting softly, breathless.

"you’re really not very good at paying attention." he mumbled breathlessly, a small smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.

he moved his hands down your sides, running them up and down your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the skin beneath the hems of your shorts as he shifted underneath you slightly.

“what’s going through your pretty little head, hm?” he mused, tilting his head slightly as he studied your face.

you hummed softly, looking up at him with a small, playful pout on your lips.

“well… i was listening,” you pouted, “kinda.”

he chuckled softly at your response, his hands continuing to run up and down your thighs, the touch of his palms warm and rough against your skin.

“you’re so cute,” he murmured, “but i don’t think you were listening at all.”

he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your nose, before continuing to trail his lips down your jawline and down your neck.

“i think you were too distracted by something else,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he nipped at your neck softly.

he knew you far too well - he knew the way your body reacted to his touch. he knew how to make you melt.

he continued to nibble at your neck, gently, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send shivers down your spine.

“can you even remember what i was talking about?” he murmured playfully, his hands still running up and down your thighs.

“of course,” you retort, clearly defensive. “you don’t get how best friends.. could do that to eachother.” it’s clear you were listening to him, but not the television.

he chuckled softly, his lips pressed against your skin as you spoke.

“of course you remember that part,” he teased, knowing damn well you were paying more attention to his jeans than the television.

he gently nipped at your skin, sucking on a small patch of it for a moment, before pulling away.

“you were paying more attention to something else, weren’t you?”

you flush. obviously you were — who could blame you ?? :(( he was just soo close to u and so there..

he caught the flush of your cheeks, a smirk playing at his lips as he lifted his head to look at you.

“aww, you’re so cute when you blush, you know that?” he teased, “especially when you realize you’ve been caught.”

he chuckled softly, his hands moving up to your waist, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

you pull him into a needier kiss this time, hands roaming all over, as if trying to find the right place to grab: but all seemed so promising, that you couldn’t actually settle.

he groaned softly into the kiss, matching your neediness with his own. his hands gripped at your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you close into his lap.

he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting access that you happily gave him. his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it hungrily, as his hands roamed across your body.

he trailed kisses down your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, leaving small, love bites in their wake.

he slowly pushed himself back against the back of the bed, pulling you with him so that you were now laying on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips.

his hands roamed down to your legs, gripping your thighs as he shifted beneath you, his hips rolling up against yours.

he groaned softly as he felt the pressure against his lap, his lips still moving across your neck, leaving little love bites in their wake.

“you drive me crazy,” he mumbled against your skin.

you hum in response — too overwhelmed with pleasure to say anything other than jumbled messes, so simplify yourself with a hum.

his hands moved up, slipping underneath your shirt, and running his palms across your skin. he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only made him want you more.

he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with his blue, lust-filled eyes.

“i want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”

your breath hitches — and you want to tell him to have you — right there, however much he wanted, but you can’t strangle any words out.

he moved his hands up to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you tightly against him, grinding his lap up against yours.

he let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the back of the headboard as he felt the friction against his straining jeans.

“you’re so beautiful,” he panted, looking up at you with a look of need in his eyes, “so damn beautiful.”

he slid his hands up further, pushing up your shirt as he did, exposing your stomach. he ran his hands up across your stomach and up to your ribs, his touch leaving chills in their wake.

he bit his lip as he looked up at you, studying your face, taking in your features as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before.

“i want you,” he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse with need, “all of you, darling.”

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“well,” you said, your voice low and sultry, “what’s stopping you?”

he looked up at you, his eyes darkening with need.

“nothing,” he replied, his grip on you tightening as he spoke.

he shifted beneath you, pushing himself up so that he was sitting up properly against the back of the couch.

“except for these damn jeans,” he muttered, his hands moving to the button on his jeans.

you’re quick to help him — eagerly pawing at the button, undoing it with ease.

he let out a soft gasp at your eager touch, his hands moving to grip your waist as you undid the button on his jeans.

he lifted his hips as you began to pull down the jeans, a small, needy whine escaping from his lips as the fabric slid down his legs and hit the floor with a toss of your hand.

“so fucking needy..” he groaned softly, his hands running up and down your sides.

he pulled you back down onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he settled you against his lap.

his hips bucked up slightly, his arousal pressed against your thigh as he moved.

“you’re so good to me,” he panted, his hands roaming up and down your back as he spoke, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

he tilted his head, his lips tracing a path down your neck, nibbling at sensitive spots along the way. he left a trail of little love bites, his teeth grazing against your skin in a way that made you shiver.

“i want to touch you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs. “please let me touch you.”

you could give him permission a million times over — and he’d still ask before doing anything else in the process, so gently; a contrast difference to his rough hands.

“please.” you retort softly.

he groaned softly at your response, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he pulled you closer.

“always so polite,” he muttered, his lips still trailing down your neck.

he slowly moved his hands up your thighs, his fingers slowly sliding under the hem of your shorts.

“i need you so badly,” he panted, his hands moving higher, “can i..?”

you nod vicariously.

he let out a soft sigh of relief at your response, his hands moving further up your thighs, until they reached the edge of your panties.

he ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, groaning softly at the realization that he was so close to what he wanted.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so perfect..”

you hum contemptibly, smiling.

he smiled at your hum, his hands slowly moving up, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

he ran his fingers over your skin, his touch gentle and soft, as he slowly moved towards your center.

he could feel you shiver with each touch, his own hips rolling slightly beneath you as he grew impatient.

he slowly moved his hand down, his fingers sliding across your sensitive flesh, his touch sending shivers up your spine.

“you’re so warm,” he murmured, “so ready..”

he gently began to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch light and teasing, as his other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place.

he groaned softly at the feel of your reaction, his eyes studying your face intently.

“so beautiful..” he repeated, his fingers slowly increasing their pace.

he watched as you began to move against his touch, your hips rolling in response to his touch.

he groaned softly as he felt you press against him, his own arousal growing more and more with each small movement you made.

“that’s it,” he panted, “just like that..”

he continued his movements, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt you growing closer.

he could feel your body shaking with need, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

“just relax darling,” he murmured, “let go for me..”

he continued to rub at your sensitive core, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, as he watched you grow closer and closer to the edge.

he could feel your body growing tense, your grip on him growing tighter, as you began to whine and pant with need.

“that’s it, just like that..” he repeated, his own hips rolling up against you as he continued his ministrations.

he watched as you grew tense, your body trembling as you reached the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you arched your back slightly.

he kept up his movements, his hand still rubbing at your sensitive flesh, continuing to bring you closer and closer to release, “come for me, please..” he panted, his own need growing stronger by the second.

he could feel you growing closer and closer to the edge with each second, your breath coming in soft pants and moans as you teetered on the brink.

and finally, you came, your body shaking as you reached your climax, a soft moan escaping from your lips.

he continued to move his fingers gently against you, helping you ride out your orgasm, as he spoke softly, “so perfect..”

he gently pulled his hand away from you, his eyes watching as you came down from your high. he studied your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“that’s it darling,” he murmured, “just breathe..”

he moved his hands to your hips once more, holding you tightly in his lap as he waited for you to regain your bearings.

[imthebadguyyy]

Every Thing Has Changed

pairing : carlos sainz x reader

fandom : f1

synopsis : healing from a relationship in which you never felt loved is made easier when your a certain ferrari drive feels like home and changes your perception on love.

warnings : just some making out, mentions of a past abusive relationship, crying, angst, nightmare

a/n : just a short blurb inspired by photograph by Ed Sheeran and everything has changed by Taylor Swift💕

relationships, once resembling the sweet symphony of love can turn to play a dissonant melody, much like a wilting rose, its vibrant petals fading to a melancholic shade of gray. the once-gentle winds of understanding transformed into bitter gales of miscommunication, tearing at the fragile bonds once woven. love, once a warm and comforting embrace, can feel like a jagged, icy terrain, each step a painful reminder of the shards of trust shattered.

thats what your relationship with love had been, stuck a in a relationship with a man who did not appreciate you and found himself raising his hand at you in frustration or tear into your soul with ice cold words that threatened to shatter your soul.

it had left you vulnerable and untrusting, unwilling to open up to a relationship ever again.

until a certain ferrari driver came along.

carlos sainz.

maybe it was the way he had looked at you across the ramp at the Milan fashion show ferrari had made him attend, surrounded by other celebrities he was uncomfortable around.

your label had made you attend to show your fans you were fine post the 'termination' of your old relationship.

your eyes had met his dark brown ones, a gentle sparkle in them, and he found his lingering on yours, taking in the sight of you in all your gorgeousness across the room.

he had come up to you after, shook your hand and introduced himself.

the thick accent had you blushing, and the sight of this greek god like man dressed in a black tuxedo with the most perfectly mussed up hair had your heart doing a little tango in your chest.

he was charming and sweet, offering you champagne at the after party and telling you about his career and passion for formula 1. he had also admitted to being a fan of your music, to which you had giggled, and he had smiled.

as the party wore on, you stuck to him, finding him to be the only sincere person in the ballroom full of fake smiles, the only person who brought genuine smiles and laughter to you.

within a few hours it felt like chatting to an old friend.

you ended the night with his phone number logged in your phone, and yours in his, and a mutual follow on both your ends on Instagram.

two days later, he sent you a video of himself at the track, with charles singing Adele in the background,with the caption 'wish i could have your voice serenading me before I step into the car instead of his'

you found yourself smiling, shaking your head at his antics, but also blushing at his lopsided smile.

but something in your brain made you stop, hesitate to reply.

the scars from the past were still fresh, and the memory of heartache loomed large. the prospect of opening your heart once more, or even flirting, felt like stepping onto shaky ground.

you found yourself replying with a simple smile emoji and a promise to send him whatever new song you'd be working on soon.

days sped by, with little texts shared and likes dropped on each other's posts.

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your friends asked you persistently about the nature of your relationship with the spaniard, to which you said "he's just a friend I made recently"

when you came to barcelona to record your album, you dropped him a text, to which he asked you to a simple dinner at his favourite restaurant.

even though your heart hammered against your chest and your brain screamed no, you accepted, trying to ignore the slight alarm in your body.

and the dinner was perfect.

carlos was nothing short of a gentleman, pulling your chair out for you, complimenting the way you looked, and your music and taking genuine interest in what you had to say.

carlos found himself utterly infatuated with your beauty, inside and out, and he swore every time you giggled his heart fluttered like a butterfly.

he loved the nervous way you pushed your hair back behind your ears when you got shy, or the intense concentration as you picked your pasta, which was a butternut squash ravioli, which you told him, was your favourite.

he loved how you got so intense when telling a story, and how your hands moved animatedly as you told him a funny story about your night at the Grammy's.

he couldn't help but laugh as you told your story, and he couldn't help the slight flush to his cheeks when you said, "you look handsome tonight" with a sweet smile.

"thank you bella" he said, the nickname dripping off his lips like the sweetest honey, sending a homely warmth through your body.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't arrested to the handsome spaniard in front of you.

he had worn a turquoise blue shirt, the first few buttons undone, and pristine white pants that looked absolutely phenomenal on his gorgeously tanned skin, the Spanish sun clearly doing wonders for him.

he looked like an angel descended from the heavens, his hair falling imperfectly perfectly across his forehead, and his lips looked so delectably plump and pink that you couldn't help your eyes fluttering down to them multiple times throughout dinner.

you loved the way his accent laid heavy, as he talked to you about the atmosphere at monza. you loved the passion in his eyes and his voice as he spoke about how much he adored his job, and how deeply he cared about ferrari.

you loved the way his eyes furrowed in concentration, as he listened intently to the story you were telling him, and the sincerity in his dark eyes, the rich and velvety brown eyes radiating warmth.

you couldn't help the way your heart beat quickened, when he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, when you walked into the restaurant.

neither of you could deny the unspoken electric connection that you shared, zinging through the both of you like a bolt of lightning.

when you got out from the restaurant, he offered to drive you back to your hotel, the red ferrari purred through the streets as you both listened to the soft enrique iglesias songs playing on loop on the radio.

you continued sharing stories, as you made your way though the streets of barcelona, and by the time you reached your hotel, you found yourself unwilling to say goodbye to the handsome man beside you.

"so...this is me" you smiled, and he chuckled.

"I'm aware" he smiled back, and you giggled, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

"thank you for tonight carlos. i really enjoyed myself" you told him sincerely, leaning over to squeeze his hands softly.

"you're welcome carino, I enjoyed myself too" he said, running a thumb over your knuckles.

for a moment, the urge to just grab him by his stupidly handsome face and kiss him zapped through your body, but fear stopped you.

you weren't ready for that.

you couldn't do that.

not all over again.

and yes while he had proved to be different, how could you know for sure that things wouldn't turn sour?

"i think I'll get going" you whispered, voice not strong enough to maintain its regular volume, and carlos nodded, a crease in his brow forming at the sudden tremble in your voice.

"sure, let me know if you'd like to hang out sometime later" he said, getting out to open the door for you.

you lingered in the dimly lit hallway for a second, not quite warning him to leave but not strong enough to tell him you liked him.

you fluttered between fear and intuition, before deciding on a middle ground : leaning up on tip toe to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

carlos found himself blushing, responding with yet another gentle. kiss to your hand, and then your forehead

"good night carino" he whispered.

"goodnight carlos" you smiled.

you watched him walk away, heart strumming against your chest.

oh, you were in for a hard time.

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carlos sighed as he looked at the list of media duties in front of him. he zoned out, sylvia's voice lulling him into a doze.

the soft ping of a text notification snapped him out of it, and he looked at is discreetly under the table.

y/n, carlos

you : thought of you when i saw this 🫶🏼

*one attachment*

looking at the message, carlos grinned.

carlos : haha. looks like I follow you wherever I go ;)

you : haha very funny carlos. how's imola going for you?

carlos : you've memorized my race schedule now? 😄

you : noo i just saw a post on Instagram

carlos : it's just media today which i hate so I'm just ready to go home already

you : i get that!! i don't like doing press either :(

carlos : yeah I'm in a meeting right now and I wish i was in my bed fast asleep

you : ....wait are you in a meeting RIGHT NOW?!?

carlos : yes

you : carlos 😭 why are you texting me then??

carlos : because I prefer it ;)

you : oh my gosh okay we'll talk later okay?

carlos : okay carino, have a good day

you : you too 💕

"carlos, can you please put your phone away?" sylvia's impatient voice broke the trance he was.

"yeah yeah" he mumbled a little grumpily, earning a short from charles and a nudge from his press officer.

but he didn't care. he'd prefer spending time with you over the press anyday.

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sighing, you scrolled through your camera roll, erasing any trace of your past relationship. it was gone. it wasn't a part of you anymore.

every deleted picture felt like a weight being lifted off your mind and your chest and tears filled your eyes.

the sheer relief that came with the alleviated pain had a gasp rising in your throat, coming out in a strangled choke.

before you knew it, you were sobbing, knees pulled up to your chest, tears running down your face, choked sobs leaving your throat, each one seemingly ripping your throat open.

you cried till your throat was raw and your body on the brink of exhaustion.

the sound of your phone ringing cut through, making you jump.

you watched as carlos' name flashed across the screen, and after taking a deep breath, you answered.

"hello?"

"buenos dias carino. como estas?" how are you he asked, his voice light and melodious, and you inhaled deeply, feeling the anxiety slowly leaving your body.

"I'm good carlos, what about you?" you replied, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"all good carino. just missing you" he flirted, but you didn't miss the sincerity in his voice.

you felt your heartbeat increase in pace, a flush painting your cheeks.

"i miss you too.." you mumbled, embarrassment flooding you as you realized you really did miss him.

"then why don't I fly you out to Monza? its ferrari's home race and I'd love to see you in ferrari red" he said and you giggled.

"I'd love to carlos" you said, and you heard him laugh.

"okay then carino, I'll have the jet pick you up okay? does Thursday work for you? ill pick you up after media duties?" he said, and you awwed at his concern.

"i can just go to your hotel? you don't have to pick me up" you assured him, and after much convincing, he reluctantly agreed to have caco pick you up instead.

"just ask him if his name is carlos too" he had joked, smiling to himself when you let out a hearty laugh.

with promises to see each other soon, you hung up.

you took a deep breath, wiping away the salty tears, contrasting to the sweet smile on your face.

maybe, just maybe, you could watch love begin again.

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Thursday rolled around, and you flew to Monza in carlos' jet, to be received by a man with a kind face and a bouquet of flowers waiting for you.

"you must be carlos?" you asked shyly, shaking his hand.

"yes, I'm carlos' cousin, but please call me caco" he had smiled, offering to take your backpack from you.

the two of you chatted on your way to the hotel, making jokes about all the carlos' in the Sainz family.

"how do you manage to keep them all distinct?' you had asked, and he had just laughed and said, "trust me, we don't"

you found yourself enjoying the company of the older man, who was as friendly as someone could be.

as you reached the hotel, you felt nerves spring in your belly, and you bit your lip anxiously.

caco noticed, and sent you a soft smile.

"you know, carlos doesn't usually invite people over. you must be special to him if he's called you to a race" and you tried your hardest to not warm up at his words, but the bright smile on your face said it all.

"come, let me show you to your room, it's next to carlos', and then we can wait in his room for him to come back he should be here soon" caco said, doing the needful with the reception staff.

with a sigh you sunk down into the plush cushions of the sofa in carlos' room after depositing all your baggage in your own room.

you and caco continued to talk for a bit, sharing stories and laughs till the door opened, and a pair of white sneakers made their way over to you.

"hola carino" carlos' voice rang through the room, and you turned on your heel, heart fluttering in your chest as you took in the sight of him, in his red and black ferrari shirt and apparently signature white pants.

neither of you noticed caco gently slip away, not wanting to intrude in the private moment.

"hello" you smiled, waving at him nervously.

in quick strides he made his way across the room, engulfing you in a big hug.

you inhaled the musky scent he wore, reminding you of dior sauvage, and focused on the feeling of his large, coarse palms gently rubbing your back.

"i missed you, y'know?" he mumbled, drawing away and gently caressing your cheek.

"i missed you too, so much' you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm happy you're here" he murmured, gently pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ears.

"I'm happy to be here, thank you so much for having me" you smiled at him.

"anytime, corazon" heart he flirted, and you flushed again.

the two of you spent some time chatting, before jet lag overtook you, and you ended up falling asleep with your head on his shoulder.

carlos gently pulled your legs up and out a pillow under your neck to prevent you from getting a crick as he laid you on the sofa, penning a small note when he realized that he had to run to meet fans in the hotel.

with an odd feeling of sadness, he tucked you in, leaving you, to head down.

he remained a little distracted, not quite able to focus when he truly just wanted to spend time with you.

he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so deeply infatuated with someone, the last time someone had flooded his mind 24\7

you were so utterly perfect in so many ways, sweet and kindhearted, headstrong and independent, warm and funny, friendly and open.

but still, he felt a reluctance to be vulnerable, the walls you had put up that you refused to let him penetrate. he was also aware that you even coming to had been a huge step, and he could slowly work towards findings out what exactly was upsetting you.

with new found determination, he made his way back to the room.

upstairs, you were still fast asleep, and as he walked in he noticed the agitation on your face, the beads of sweat dripping down your forehead and the whimpers leaving your lips.

he rushed over to you, fingers gently shaking your tense shoulders, heart breaking at the whimpers escaping your lips, little murmurs of “please don’t hurt me..” leaving your lips, making his heart shatter.

still in a haze, you frowned, watching as the dark shaped got closer and close to you, you tried to run, but you were frozen in place, a scream rising to your throat only to stick, mouth open without making a single sound. the dark figure got closer and closer, ominous giggles leaving their mouth as they approached you, faceless, but for an evil smirk on their lips.

the figure reached out and touched your face, cold and clammy, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

"im going to hurt you," the figure whispered. you tried to speak, but no words would come out. you were trapped, helpless.

the figure leaned in closer, and you could feel its hot breath on your neck. It reached out and touched your throat.

you closed your eyes and waiting for the impact.

but then, you heard a familiar voice, sounding almost dreamlike and distant, like a guardian angel descending from the heavens to refuse you.

"wake up, carino! it’s just a dream. I’m here, estas a salvo” you're safe Carlos’ voice broke through and you awoke with a gasp.

carlos took in the sight of the tears dripping down your cheek, and the pants leaving your mouth, and he swore he felt his heart shatter.

"stay away" you whispered, bringing your knees to your chest to shield yourself.

"wh-what?" he mumbled, surprised.

"i said stay away!! don't touch me" you shouted, voice quivering with fear.

the storm of emotion in carlos' eyes sent self pity surging through your heart.

"oh, cariño mío, nunca, nunca, nunca te haría daño, te lo prometo." oh my darling, i would never ever ever hurt you,i promise he whispered, but still, he took a step back. he did not want to cross any boundaries.

"don't lie to me" you whimpered, shoulders shaking and chest rising and falling rapidly. you were still dazed, not quite processing that it was carlos in front of you, not your ex, and that he was the last person to raise a hand on you.

"im not lying, mi duce" he said sincerely, gently reaching his hand out to you.

"no! thats what he said too" you sobbed out, knees giving out as you fell to your knees on the ground, face buried in your hands as you sobbed.

carlos decided that space wasn't the answer. with steps as light as a feather, he was beside you in an instant, gingerly reaching out to stroke your hair.

surprisingly, you didn't push him away, but you did flinch, and the sight made Carlos's heart break further.

"oh, oh, cariño mío... siento mucho, mucho que eso te haya sucedido..."oh, oh my darling, I'm so so sorry that ever happened to you, he whispered, gently rubbing your arm, the warmth of his hands helping the shivers taking over your body.

"I'm sorry" you sobbed, embarrassment, guilt and shame coursing through your veins.

"no, why are you sorry? you haven't done anything wrong" he stated firmly, gently letting you lean into him, sniffling into his shirt.

he didn't care about the mess on his shirt. he didn't care about the fact that he was late for a press meeting. all he cared about was making sure that your were okay.

"i shouldn't have been so stupid, so stupid that someone had to hit me to make me see sense" you continued, mind so drowsy and scared you didn't even know what you were saying.

"you're not stupid, amor, i promise youre not. i am so sorry that happened to you but please, mi dulce, don't ever demean yourself. eres más valiosa para mí que el sol, la luna y las estrellas, y juro que hay millones de personas que piensan lo mismo. no puedo deshacer lo que tu ex ha hecho, pero haré todo lo posible para tratarte mejor y hacerte sentir amada de nuevo, si me das una oportunidad, mi cariño. significas el mundo para mí y pasaré cada día de mi vida demostrándotelo si es necesario." he said,You are worth more to me than the sun moon and stars and i swear there are millions of people who think so too. I cannot undo what your ex has done, but I can try my damn hardest to treat you better and make you feel loved again, if you will give me a chance, my darling. You mean the world to me and I'll spend every day of my life proving that to you if i have to", gently lifting your chin so he could look into your red eyes.

"I'm not worth it carlos.. you deserve someone who isn't a mess, who isn't wrecked, who isn't a useless, used thing, like me.." you started but you were cut off by carlos pulling you into a tight hug.

inhaling deeply, you let yourself sink into his embrace, clutching the material of his shirt as if you were scared he would disappear into thin air.

"you are everything to me" he murmured, and you looked up at him, gaze flicking from his sincere eyes, the worry lines on his forehead to his perfectly plump lips.

and in that moment you made a decision.

"kiss me" you whispered, hand reaching out to stroke his stubble.

"there's nothing I want more, carino, but..are you sure? no quiero que te arrepientas de esto más tarde." i don't want you to regret this later he said, and you smiled.

"nunca he estado más seguro de nada más."I've never been more sure of anything else you replied, gently pulling him down to meet your lips.

you closed the space between the two of you, pressing your body against his as your hands found home on his face and waist, his in your cheek and hips

carlos sighed softly, against your mouth hands moving to wrap around you, resting on your back as he kisses you back, with unfiltered passion.

you never thought that actually someone could actually leave you winded with just a kiss, but here was a man, something out of a story book, taking your breath away with a kiss.

"I've wanted to do that for so long" carlos mumbled against your lips, as you slowly pulled away, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your belly.

"i have too, but i was scared.." you started off, but carlos cut you off with a feather soft kiss to your forehead.

"you don't owe me any explanation, mi amor. thank you for trusting me" he whispered, and you smiled.

"just... promise me you won't hurt me?" you asked, vulnerability evident in every syllable.

carlos responded with a soft kiss to your knuckles, to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips.

"never."

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that summer, carlos took you to mallorca to meet his family.

he had brought you along, introducing you to his father, his mother, his sisters and a few cousins who had come to spend the summer.

carlos sainz sr had welcomed you with open arms, despite your initial nervousness. reyes had enveloped you in a warm hug, expressing her excitement at finally meeting the woman her son couldn't stop raving about, making the both of you blush.

his sisters, blanca and ana, had both gushed over you, making very little effort to hide how much they loved your music and how excited they were that their brother was dating you.

you were grateful at how welcoming and sweet his family was, how they treated you like one of their own, taking you sightseeing and taking you to their favourite spots, treating you to lovely lunches with the family, with reyes making you your first ever homemade gazpacho that you fell in love with.

out of everyone, you found yourself gravitating to her the most, and spent as much time with her as you could, laughing at stories she told you about carlos.

one evening she took you and her daughters out for a spa day. carlos couldn't hide the happy smile that refused to leave his lips the whole day, heart full at how well you meshed with his family.

"you look lovely dear" reyes warm tone greeted you as you made your way to the car so you could go to lunch and then a spa. she was so kind to you, even though she only met you a few days ago, she welcomed you into her family with open arms. "are you enjoying yourself, mi hija?" the nickname made you flush, as you nodded, a shy smile on your lips "don’t be shy!" she said, gently squeezing your shoulder, eyes twinkling

"mallorca is really beautiful! i really like it here" you said, a genuine smile on your lips, and reyes nodded. "thats good because I get the feeling we'll have you over much more often now", blanca added from the back seat.

she winked at you which made the four of you laugh.

"well, i hope i can visit much more often" you said, smiling at the three sainz women in front of you.

"you will, i know for a fact my brother is head over heels for you with how he looks at you like you hung the stars sun sky and the entire cosmos up" ana said sagely, making blanca snort.

"don't expose him like that, he'll kill you if he hears you told her that" her older sister chided

"I'm not wrong! he doesn't bring anyone home unless he's serious about them!" ana said indignantly, and you felt your heart flutter

"my carlito is very shy, hija, and that's why we were so happy when he told us you were dating, and even more when he said he was bringing you home" reyes said to you, a nostalgic smile on her lips as she thought back to when all her children were babies.

"you're a lovely person, y/n. i knew it the moment you walked in the door, and I know you make carlos so happy. welcome to the family unofficially, mi hija" she said softly, to voices of agreement from ana and Blanca and you felt tears rise to your eyes.

overwhelmed with emotion, all you could do was squeeze their hands and say a soft "thank you"

later that night, as you and carlos for ready for bed, he came up to you, wrapping his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders, massaging your shoulders with lotion.

"what did you talk to my mother and sisters about mi dulce?" he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone.

"thats a secret, amor" you smirked and he whined, burying his face in your neck.

"ana has been winking at me all evening and poking me in the side. what did you dooo" he whined like a child and you giggled.

"i can't tell you,but they were all so lovely" you said, climbing into bed, as carlos snuggled up to you.

"see? i told you they'd all love you. my dad told me today as well, he thinks you're a perfect match for me and he'd like to take you for a round of golf sometime" he said, running his fingers through your hair.

"I'd love that" you smiled, kissing his nose.

of course, it didn't stop there.

before you knew it, carlos' lips were on yours. you pushed him away with a giggle, knowing it wouldn't stop at one.

"please amor, just one more, I've barely seen you today" he pouted and you rolled your eyes at his antics.

“fine. just one. one more kiss and that’s—”

carlos' mouth pressed against yours in a desperate kiss, mumbling a quick ,"yes, hmm, yes," as he nudges the tip of his tongue against yours to open up, trying to get you a more passionate kiss.

you pull back with a gasp, hands against his chest, “no no no no no. you need to behave and i only said one and your entire family is here and this is more than one —" he cut you off mid way again, pressing a flurry of pecks your lips.

desperately trying to keep your thoughts straight, you begins to cave in as his teeth gently nibble at your bottom lip, pulling it away and his eyes watching as it snaps back in its place, his tongue meets yours again.

you whine, body relaxing slowly into his, hands resting on his chest and face, monetarily forgetting the fact that you were making out with him in his family home.

"ay dios mio!" caco's voice exclaims and you jump, pulling away from carlos.

"por favor, cierra la puerta si vas a involucrarte en estas actividades, hermano." he said backing out of the room.

"qué quieres, caco?" carlos yelled after him, grinning at the sight of you burying your face in the blanket, shouting out an apology to caco.

"just wanted to say good night, which I now know you'll have!" he shouted back and you gasped, pulling the sheets over your face.

you were sure ana in the next room must have heard it.

"carlos" you whine as he laughs, anas voice floating in from next door "please don't traumatise me!"

all of a sudden, he pins you down, fingers ticking your sides, relishing the sound of your laughter.

“im so in love with you, angel, te amo." he whispered.

"te amo carlos" you mumbled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

everything had changed, thankfully for the better.

and you could not be happier.

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Battle Scars // Bob Floyd

-> An Official Flight Deck Blurb

Summary: Robert Floyd doesn’t take his shirt off at the beach. But when the shirt stays on during sex? You start to wonder what he’s hiding.

Warnings: Mentions of parental Abuse. Mentions of Child Neglect. Foster Care Systems. Mentions of family trauma. Bob Floyd x Female!reader.

Word Count: 2.1k

Author Note: Day Nine of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: ‘Scar reveal’ Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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People have secrets they keep close to their chest. Some are small enough to not cause a ripple effect onto others, and some are big enough to destroy lives, crush dreams, alter realities. 

Bob Floyd wore his secrets across his chest. Scars that made his torso look like the Rocky Mountains. Littered with small to medium size scars that healed wrong, healed over, or healed with anger. 

They weren’t pretty. If anything he wore a roadmap of abuse on his body that was hard to face in the mirror every morning. He never wanted to subject anyone to the sight of his scars, some red and raised, others faded but turned a deep purple in the cold. 

“Mornin’ gorgeous—“ Bob's morning voice was something you’d never get tired of hearing. Those lazy Sunday mornings where you’d wake up to find the Naval Aviator already awake and reading whatever book he brought with him in his overnight bag were starting to become your favourite thing. “How’d you sleep mama?” 

“Like a log.” You yawned, creeping closer and closer to where Bob sat on the opposite side of your bed. His T-shirt clad back pressed up against the headboard while his legs stayed covered by the sheets and covers of your warm, inviting bed. “I thought I had an early body clock.” Being a single mum and small business owner left little to no time for sleep-ins, which usually meant you were up before the sun got a chance to kiss the horizon good morning. “But here you are, Mr Military Man with your internalised alarm system.” 

Bob couldn’t help but to chuckle as he closed his book and placed it on the bedside table you cleared just for him. Whatever this was between you and Robert Floyd you really liked it. He was the first man you’d ever paid attention to since your fiancé died. Bob was like a breath of fresh air and so was North Island. No one knew you, no one judged you, no one cared about the demons that haunted you. 

“Force of habit I guess.” He shrugged before he sunk lower and lower, meeting your eyeline once again as you both settled in under the warmth of the covers. “How long do you think we have before Oliver wakes up?” 

“Hmmm—“ You tried to hide your eagerness through a hum that kept your lips pressed together in a fine line. “He knows Sundays are bacon and egg roll mornings.” You began as your arms wrapped around Bob's shoulders. 

His lips were hot against the supple skin of the juncture of your neck, in response your body ignited, sending waves of energy through your body that only Bob could create. He was just different. 

“So like, five? Ten minutes maybe?” Bob looked up from where he’d been leaving small

but affectionate kisses against your collarbone and met you with a lust filled gaze. He was falling head over heels in love with you. “Because I only need like two—“ 

“Oh well in that case we have time for two rounds.” You teased before rolling yourself up and over to straddle Bob's waist. He let you easily. If he wanted to, he could have fought back. The thing with Robert Floyd was that he had a sleeper build. He wasn’t as buff as some of the other Naval Aviators that frequently stopped by the Flight Deck for their morning or mid afternoon caffeine hit. With the amount of sugar and caramel syrup you dosed Hangman with on a regular basis you weren’t entirely sure how he managed to maintain his muscle density. 

But for as much as Bob was a gentle soul, he was strong and fast. He enjoyed a long run every now and again. But for all intents and purposes—he let you be on top. He liked the view. After all, he was just a simple man. Boobs were pretty cool. Especially your boobs.

“Can I ask you a question?” You cooed all the while Bob's hands trailed up your hips. You wore nothing but one of those silk nightgowns that made you look like an angel. The bed hair was cute, Bob liked you first thing in the morning. It was a side of you only he got to see. The side before the makeup, before being put together– he liked it. The authenticity. For what it was worth, Bob just really liked you. 

“Depends what the question is?” Bob replied as his hands squeezed at your hips, rolling you gently back and forth over his boxer brief clad length. “I’m kidding, ask away.” 

He had been expecting the question sooner rather than later. And with how things were going between the two of you Bob knew he would have to come clean. He was just afraid of what you might say. What you might think, and if his scars would be a deal breaker. They were, after all, a part of him that he couldn’t get rid of. 

But even expecting the question to come didn’t make it any less hard to hear. 

“How come you never take your shirt off?” You wanted to approach the question as politely as possible. “You don’t have to tell me, if you aren’t comfortable, I just—I’ve just noticed.” You saw the hesitation in Bob's baby blue eyes as he searched your face for any kind or fear. “Again, you don’t have to tell me.” You reminded the man lying beneath you as his hands stilled on your hips. “But I want you to know that if you’re hiding some sort of third nipple under there—I’m all for it.” You tried to make the conversation a little more lighthearted, Bob could appreciate that. He smiled softly at you while his hands needed at your hips like dough. 

Bob didn’t say much after that, he simply laid beneath you stroking his hands up and down your exposed thighs as his mind ran rampant with memories. He hated his scars, but most of all he hated the people who gave them to him. 

“You’re a waste of space!” The memories were all too prominent even after all these years. “I wish I never gave birth to you!” His mothers words were as cruel as she was violent and unpredictable. 

“You’re the abortion I wish I fucking had.” The abuse Bob endured went with him everywhere, even well into his adult life. He learned not to complain, to cause a scene. “Stop crying for fucks sake kid.” He learned not to show emotion when it wasn’t asked or needed. 

“You did this to yourself, if you had stayed out of the way, none of this would be happening.” But most importantly he blamed himself, for hiding his scars that clearly showed how strong he really was. 

Bob sat up to meet your eyeline. For a man haunted by so many scars he certainly had the softest of eyes. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and placed a fleeting kiss against your forehead, all before he reached up and over to take his shirt off over his head. 

What you saw rendered you speechless for a few moments as you took in the terrain that was your, well, you wanted to say boyfriend but Bob wasn’t even officially that, torso—littered with scars he surely would have called ugly on the best of days. 

“It’s a lot.” Bob whispered just barely above an audible level as he chucked his shirt off to the side. “But they’re not going away, ever.” It was almost as if Bob had struggled with that notion himself. He wished he could have them removed—expunge from his record. The tales of parental abuse he suffered before collecting more in the foster care system. 

“Oh Bob—“ You tentatively reach out to glide your fingers over one of the many scars that were angry, red and what seemed to be risen. “You don’t have to hide these from me, ever.” Bob's heart was racing a million miles inside his chest, no one had ever touched him the way you were now. With so much love, with kindness, with understanding. “What happened here?” Your fingers gently glided across the scar down near the waistband of Bob's boxers. Right above his hip bone. 

“One of the kids in one of the foster homes I was in.” Bob began, you could tell he was uncomfortable talking about it, but you didn’t stop him. You knew if anything he would stop if he didn’t want to talk about it. “I think his name was Ryan, had an old bow with those barbed edges on it.” You knew where the story was going. “It got wedged in there deep when we were playing around, but our foster parents didn’t have insurance, so they weren’t gonna take me to get it removed—so they ripped it out and poured bourbon over it.” Your heart sank into your stomach. “I was nine.” 

“That must have hurt a lot.” You replied gently as Bob laid back down in your bed with his hands resting behind his head. His roadmap of scars on full display. “What happened here?” You moved your hand to the longer scar across his left peck. It seemed less angry, more healed, but the story attached was just as heartbreaking. 

“When I was eighteen I went back to see my parents.” Bob's eyes were tearing up. He hadn’t ever spoken about this to anyone. Not even the people he trusted with his life. You were the only one. “It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have, but I needed some closure.” Your fingers gently ran the expanse of the scar that had never been touched but another person. Bob wanted to stop you out of fear you’d leave—but he willed you to continue because it felt comforting to be touched with such warmth. “My dad ran at me with a knife the second he saw me—I remember he was rambling on about how I broke my mum's heart when I went with CPS. I’m lucky it was only a graze, he still got me good enough to leave a scar though.” 

“Bob, honey, I don’t even know what to say.” You were a mother yourself. You couldn’t ever imagine doing anything of the sort to your son. Bob reached up to guide your hand across his torso to his wrist—you’d seen those small circle cluster scars time and time again but never bothered to ask what they were from. 

“These are from where my mum and my foster mum would put their cigarettes out on me.” Again, it made your heart sink, but Bob never faulted as he guided your hand around his body, back up to his stomach just above his belly button. Ridged abs peaked through the softness of his skin. “This one is from when I had to have surgery after I got an infection. Doctor said I could have died if my friend and I didn’t walk ourselves to the emergency room.” 

Bob wanted you to touch every last scar that littered his body, he wanted your gentle touch to heal his old wounds. So you let him guide you as your straddled his waist and looked down at the roadmap of torture. 

“These smaller ones are from when my dad swung the whipper snipper at me, I was in his way, I shouldn’t have been there, I remember they wouldn’t stop bleeding and ruined a bunch of my shirts.” 

“None of these are your fault.” All his life, until he joined the Navy and ran as far away as he could, Bob had been told every scar he collected was his fault. The abuse he suffered as a child, from his parents and in foster homes, was his fault. “Someone who loves you doesn’t do this to you.” You reminded the man who laid beneath you. He could hardly breathe with how hard his heart was hammering in his chest as your hands trailed over the expanse of his torso. “Bob I don’t know your history, but from what I can gather about you in the present you are all but the problem.” You were the first person to ever tell him he didn’t deserve the scars he wore, the scars he hid. 

“You’re a really good person, you know that right?” Flashes of your own war blinded your vision for a moment. The lies and haunting rumours that had you running as far away as possible could came flooding back to you in a blur as Bob sat up to kiss your lips softly, tenderly, and all so lovingly. “You don’t know how much you mean to me baby.” The term of endearment sent a shiver down your spine you weren’t expecting. But you welcomed it nevertheless. Bob was a dream, your new beginning. 

“I reckon you’ve got about three minutes to show me.” You teased, deciding now was not the time to bring up your dead fiancé. “With the shirt off—“

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{out of dalmasca} A note about leaving reviews and comments on fanfics below the cut. Just do it. Please. Especially if you really loved it. Take the time to gush a little, because writers appreciate it... so very much.

Guys, I just... I saw something about locking down your AO3 fics so AI scrapers can't do various things with them (something that, after staring at the settings for a solid ten minutes, I still can't figure out how to do), and I hadn't logged onto my account in eight years. I just... have lost the ability to write original stories or fanfics. I only do rp now. And looking at what I used to be able to do makes me sad. *shrug* But I left the few fics I had written up there because why not, maybe someone somewhere might halfway like them, right? Now, I had notifications turned on for things like kudos and comments and whatever... but apparently I was not notified about comments past a certain point? Like... from eight years ago and onwards?

And

I had 11 comments, most from years ago, that I never knew existed. And they were so

Um

I'm in tears right now. The things people said about them... these random things I had written... some of which I worked extremely hard on... were just... amazing? I don't understand? How you read anything I've written and arrive at that sort of emotional gushing and pointed praise? Because to me I'm the derpiest potato in existence and I'm just faking it 'til I probably never make it, haha? And these people just

And the weird thing is that some of the best comments were on the super tiny fics I wrote that I honestly thought were complete trash. Like... Obviously they meant something to me or I wouldn't have written them, but I had a short thing I wanted to get out and this was around the time I was losing my ability to write novels and long fics, so they're... short. Very short. So short I thought why am I even posting these? Because for some reason in my head, length equates to quality. Or it's at least a major factor of how I judge my own writing. But many of the comments pertained to a couple very short ficlets I'd written and somehow... I managed to make people feel that much with just a tiny blurb?

I'm shook, honestly. I feel so bad that I didn't see these because I would've responded to every single one of them personally, but it's been years now and some users have deactivated so... there's little point now. But I'm just shaken in the best way to see this. I don't understand it and I'm not sure I agree with all the praise, but it gave me that temporary yet amazing feeling of being a great writer for a few minutes that I haven't felt... in... well several years.

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[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

[stray-cat-21]

Eggs in a basket 🍳

I’m not sure what this is it’s not an x reader but enjoy this little blurb of Eddie and Wayne. I may or may not make it into a fic later involving the reader. Maybe something like 5 times Eddie Munson has felt loved idk.

Wayne is finally sound asleep snoring logs after a long painful day of getting custody of his eleven year old nephew. His brother had finally been put behind bars for good this time so Wayne became his primary caregiver. The man was busy dreaming of a fishing trip when a small crash forced him awake. His eyes stuttered open before shifting to the alarm clock 2:15 AM. “Damn cats again.” He groans assuming it’s the trailer park strays again.

He was just about to try and sleep again when a small clattering came from the kitchen. Jumping up from the bed Wayne stumbled out of his room. Flicking on the hall light he lets out a held breath of relief spotting his nephew in the kitchen. Eddie was stood on a chair searching in a cabinet. The boy was so focused on whatever he was looking for he didn’t hear his uncle creep into the kitchen.

“Eddie what’re you doin kid?” He asked causing the boy to jump dropping a can of beans onto the counter. “U-uncle Wayne I’m sorry I woke you up I’m sorry.” He stuttered nervously. Wayne stepped closer to the boy observing the can opener and spoon sat on the counter top. “Woah slow down boy what are you doin?” He questioned helping his nephew get down from the chair. Eddie stared down at his feet not quick enough to hide his worry tear filled eyes.

“I-I was just hungry and um I thought maybe I could just grab something but then I couldn’t reach the can and I knocked some stuff over and I’m so sorry I woke you up.” Eddie stammered out. Wayne Munson took a deep breath placing his hands on his hips. He’s not mad at the boy not even a little, no he’s mad at his piece of shit brother who not only neglected the kid but made him be so fearful of getting in trouble for taking care of himself. Eddie let’s out a quiet sniffle hugging his arms around his body. Wayne sighed shaking his head disappointedly.

“Did you have to do that a lot at home, feed yourself?”

“Y-yeah some times dad would fall asleep before he could cook, or when he was out with his friends for a couple days.”

“Did you at least have something you could eat?”

“Sometimes there was spaghettios or cereal but I-I got good at heating up canned beans and stuff.”

“Yeah that stuff is good kid but that is not a satisfying midnight snack. Want me to show you somethin my father taught me to cook?”

Eddie looked up at his uncle confused by his kindness despite that the young boy had woken him. Wiping his eyes Eddie nodded his head unsure of what he was talking about. Eddie’s father didn’t talk about their parents much. Hell he hardly talked to him about anything but illegal shit. Wayne smiled moving towards the stove.

“Get me out the eggs and butter from the fridge.” Wayne instructed. Eddie did as he said placing the items on the counter top. Meanwhile Wayne pulled out a skillet, two cups and a loaf of bread as well as two plates. “What are we making uncle Wayne?” He questioned standing by Wayne’s side. “I’m gonna show you how to make eggs in a basket.” Wayne informed him placing a plate with a slice of bread on it in front of his nephew.

“Okay first things first we’re gonna heat up the burner to medium and we’re gonna spray the pan with cooking spray.”

“What’s the cooking spray do?”

“It stops the bread from sticking to the pan.”

“Ohh cool.”

“Alright so you take your bread slice and you’ll use a cup or something to cut a hole into the middle of the bread. Watch me then you do it.”

Eddie watched intently as Wayne tipped the cup upside down placing the rim onto the bread and pushing it down with small twisting motion. When he pulled the glass away a round piece was cut from the bread leaving a hole in its place. Poking his tongue between his lips in concentration Eddie copied his actions. “There you go just like that alright next now that the pan is warm enough we’ll set our piece of bread down in the middle and we’re gonna crack an egg into it.” Wayne continued. Eddie smiled with a hint of pride upon his uncles praise.

His big brown eyes eyes watched curiously while Wayne picked up an egg from the container cracking it right into the hole on the bread. “Now if if you like your eggs runny you just let it cook but if you don’t you can break the yolk. Personally I like mine runny but that’s just me. I also like to add some salt and pepper to mine.” Wayne explained further. Eddie nodded his head his stomach letting out a small growl.

Wayne added some spices before picking up a spatula. “Now we gotta give it a couple minutes to let the side cook then we’ll flip it to cook the other side.” Wayne said with a smile. There was a brief moment of silence between them Wayne wondering what else the boy had gotten used to doing for himself.

“Grandpa taught you how to make these?”

“Yeah he didn’t do a lot of cooking but he liked to take us camping and this was something he would make over a fire. Or when we were having a tough time or stayed home sick he’d make them at home and we’d watch some western.”

“A western?”

“Yeah like cowboy movies. Your dad never showed you westerns? Not even John Wayne?”

“Who’s John Wayne?”

“Oh kid we’ve got some work to do.”

Wayne flipped the bread resting the spatula on the counter top. He wiped the glasses off before heading to fridge. “Alright orange juice, milk, or water?” He questioned. “Umm orange juice please.” Eddie grinned. “Good taste kid.” Wayne chuckled pulling out the box and filling both glasses.

He poured the glasses full before Eddie returned the carton to the fridge. “We’ll go out to the grocery store on Friday and we’ll pick out some of your favorites alright?” Wayne suggested putting the now cooked food onto the plate. Eddie nodded excitedly about getting to help his uncle pick out food. “You can go ahead and sit down and eat if you’d like.” Wayne told him but Eddie shook his head. “Can I help make the next one?” He asked.

Wayne nodded stepping out of the way allowing Eddie to stand in front of the stove. His tongue poked out again and he focused on delicately cracking the egg into the bread. “Did you see that I cracked it perfectly!” Eddie cheered practically bouncing up and down. Wayne chuckled nodding his head. “Good job.” Wayne beamed giving Eddie a small or on the shoulder.

Eddie focused on cooking his snack before flopping onto his plate. It wasn’t quite as neat as his uncle’s looked but it still looked delicious. Wayne carried the plates while Eddie carried in their drinks. The two sat on the couch in front of two TV dinner trays. Wayne flipped on his favorite John Wayne tape. (I know vhs tapes wouldn’t have been out so let’s just pretend boss babes).

They were mostly silent as they ate just focusing on the movie and the food. Wayne would peak at his nephew to see him chewing a mouthful of food his eyes as wide as saucers watching the tv. When they both were done plates and cups empty Wayne cleared the dishes to the kitchen and cleaning up the trays. When he sat back down Eddie’s eyes were beginning to droop but would keep snapping open to watch the cowboys. Wayne handed him a quilt that rested on the recliner allowing the boy to cover up.

After a few minutes Wayne felt a small weight hit his shoulder. He turned and smiled seeing his nephew fast asleep against him. Wanting to make sure Eddie was fast asleep Wayne finished the movie with him resting right there. When the credits began to roll he flicked off the tv before scooping Eddie into his arms. Quietly making his way to the boys new room Wayne gently placed him back onto the bed making sure he was covered with the blanket.

“G’night Eddie.” Wayne smiled closing the door making his way back to his own room. Despite the reason for it he was honestly kind of happy about the current situation. After all it would be nice to have some company at the trailer. Someone to eat breakfast with and watch Westerns. Maybe his No good brother getting sent to jail wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

[taleofharrison]

Part 4

Pairing: Calum Hood x Holland!Singer!Reader and Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 597 (Blurb 4/5)

A/N: Sorry I've been inactive kinda a lot of stuff happened at once and yeah anyways I have this which is just a small moment between the Hollands and sister!reader hope you enjoy.

MASTERLIST HERE | AU MASTERLSIT HERE

On the next dates you and Calum went to the same cafeteria and spend even more time talking about each other it was like you had known each other for ages the connection you were creating was genuine and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you.

“Where should we go from here?” you couldn’t help but asked after the fifth date. The song was finished a while ago you just were waiting for the release date to arrive.

“Well, we are going to be promoting the song a lot with the guys so” Calum had to admit this relationship you had was too perfect to be real he couldn’t believe that in so little time he was already head over heels for you.

“Our time alone will be limited” you sighed knowing how this was going to end. Not your relationship just the secret you had kept even from his bandmates.

“I know I don’t want it to end either” he assured you “but we should tell them.”

“Yeah” you agreed “can we just not go public with the fans yet?”

“Sure” he said, “and your brothers do you want to tell them or…?”

��Not really” you laughed “well at least not now.”

“You’re gonna let them know with the fans?”

“No, it’s just that” you said, “my brothers are just busy right now Tom is doing spiderman 3 right now I just want to wait.”

The song was released, and it did so well in the charts clearly both your fans and 5sos’ fans were waiting for this song quite anxiously it was a song about getting over stuff going forward and making your dreams come true.

“What do you guys think of the song?” you asked.

“Y/N you just released a great album and now a hit single with your favorite band” Sam chuckled “take a break.”

“I can’t” you smiled at him.

“I’m so proud of you sis” Tom said from another screen.

You often tried to have a video call with your four brothers at the same time every now and then but with yours and Tom schedule it was kind of hard, but they all tried to do one to talk about the song and congratulate you.

“I’m so glad you liked it” you laughed “I think is my favorite song I’ve made yet.”

“What about the song you wrote for us?” Paddy asked feigning offense.

“That’s like my least favorite song ever” you giggled making your brothers scoff.

“Hurtful” Harry chuckled.

“Wait hold one why did all of them get an exclusive snippet of the song and I didn’t?” Tom asked “Even Harrison got one. I’m your favorite brother.”

“First off no you’re not, you’re just my annoying older brother” you explained “and I didn’t send you one because you’d leak it on a story or Instagram live, I know you.”

All of them laughed because they knew you were right. “I miss you guys so much hope we get to see each other soon.”

“Bye Y/N” your brothers logged out and you sighed smiling. You loved those boys with all your heart.

“You didn’t tell them about us” Calum told you.

“I knew all of them would go on overprotective mood if I did” you sighed “even though I’m older than 3 of them.”

Calum chuckled.

“I’ll tell them in a few weeks maybe we can even visit tom on set” you figured “would you like that?”

“Yes” Calum answered, “whatever you want is fine.”

[scvrllet]

newt from the maze runner with 17 on fluff and 1 on general... uh yeah idk how this is gonna work but hopefully you can do this :)

17 - “I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate.” + 1 - “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” from this prompt list

A Newt (tmr) x Reader Blurb

contains: alcohol consumption, gender-neutral!reader (604 words)

BONFIRE CONFESSIONS

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The bonfire night was one of the Gladers favourite. It allowed everyone to wind down and relax for the night, something to look forward to every month. Of course, everyone but the current Greenie of course. They were always so scared and confused that it’d take a few months before they actually started enjoying the bonfire nights. 

This was where Newt came in. Being one of the more kind-hearted of Gladers and second-in-command, he would often sacrifice most of his possible free-time to sit down with the current Greenie and help them feel comfortable so as he sat beside them tonight with a glass of Gally’s secret recipe in hand, he amusingly watched as the boy took everything in. They always looked like a child entering a candy shop, though Newt couldn’t quite understand how he would’ve known. He hasn’t been able to remember his life before the Glade, if that even existed, for years. 

“You’ll remember it soon Greenie, just relax.” Newt told him, his words slightly slurred as he took another sip of the drink. 

“Um maybe you should lay off the drink. What even is that?” The Greenie asked, narrowing his eyes at the drink in Newt’s hands. It was a bright orange liquid wiht what he assumed were herbs and spices. 

“Oh this? One of Gally’s secret recipe that’s what. Burns a little but still good. Wanna try?” Newt offered and the Greenie politely declined. Newt simply shrugged as he took another sip of the drink before leaning back on the log. 

The Greenie noticed that as the second-in-command would scan over teh crowd of people, his eyes fell on a particular person. They sat on the ground beside Chuck and Alby and laughed at something someone had said. Looking back towards him, the Greenie asked: “Who’s that?” 

“That would be (Y/N), been dating them for about a year now.” 

“A year? You’ve been in here for over a year?” 

“Well we haven’t been able to find a way out so yes, we have.” 

The Greenie sat in silence, still taking in the fact that there were people who ahve been here for that long. It was a miracle none of them had given up yet. 

“I’m pretty sure they’re my soulmate.” Newt suddenly said after downing another one of Gally’s drink. 

“Do you even know what a soulmate is?” The Greenie questioned amusingly.

“Just because I don’t know what my life was before the Glade doesn’t mean I don’t know anything at all.” Newt said before setting the empty glass down onto the ground. Bringing his hands up to his mouth as if to act as a megaphone, the second-in-command shouted: “(Y/N), I think I love you.” 

A few people stopped to look at Newt then (Y/N) while others simply ignored it as if this was normal. 

“Tell me that when you’re sober.” Was (Y/N)’s response before returning to the conversation they were previously having with Chuck and Alby. 

Newt chuckled from beside him. Turning to face him, he noticed how despite (Y/N) not even looking in his direction, Newt was still admiring them from afar. 

Despite barely even knowing them, the Greenie felt as though he’s known them all since forever. There was something inside him, a feeling of some sort, that wanted to find a way out for the sake of them. It felt like guilt, though he couldn’t understand why he’d feel guilty. He had just met them yet they just seemed so familiar. Somehow freeing them from the Glade seemed like the least he could do, for whatever he had done to them before the Glade. 

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[heyhey-heyward]

attention

summary: you give Pope all your attention one Boneyard party, and he loves it.

word count: 2.3k

based off of the first half of this blurb I did a while back!

The Boneyard, though named ominously, was actually one of the least scary spots in Kildare County. Well, as long as a crowd of drunk teenagers didn’t scare you. It was one of the only spots where class didn’t matter, no one cared who filled their cup as long as they had a good time.

Pope Heyward didn’t drink, at least not often, but he frequented the parties on the beach. His friends were usually the ones to throw the parties and he was content to spend his time with them. Usually.

“Uh, guys? Who’s that?”

Pope interrupted John B’s story. His attention was no longer on the brunette, but instead across the beach on the group of Kooks that had just arrived. He recognized most of the approaching figures, Topper, Kelce, and Sarah, but then he spotted you trailing beside the blonde girl.

Kiara told him your name, and Pope repeated it quietly. He liked the way it fell past his lips, the way it tasted sweet on his tongue. His gaze stayed on you, even when JJ swung an arm around his shoulders.

“She’s hot.” That got Pope’s attention, because you were so much more than hot. His head swiveled toward the blonde so fast he might’ve given himself whiplash, only to find JJ looking at him with a smug look. “You should go talk to her.”

“What? No, no—” Pope started to deny, stepping away from JJ and sliding out from under his arm, but Kiara perked up.

“You should! She’s really nice, I promise.” The dark haired girl nodded, and Pope raised his brows in a silent question. Kiara didn’t talk about her Kook year often, and she definitely hadn’t mentioned you.

“If she’s so nice, then why is she hanging out with—” Once more, Pope started to deflect but was cut off, this time by what he saw across the beach. He was trying to use you hanging out with the very Kooks that made his life a living hell, but shut his mouth when he spotted your annoyed expression.

“Do you ever shut up, Topper?” He overheard you huff. In the short time that Pope’s attention had been on his friends, the group that you arrived with had taken up residence on some logs around a bonfire that someone had set up. Topper had sat next to you, and Pope turned back around at the exact moment you shoved the dirty blonde’s arm off from around your shoulders. He watched as you crossed the beach, a sour look on your face as you headed towards the keg.

“Yeah, you’re going to talk to her.” John B decided. He had never seen Pope so enthralled by someone before, and he wasn’t going to let him pass up the opportunity to get to know you. He nudged Pope in the direction you were and continued. “Go on.”

Pope shot his friends a nervous look, but continued towards you anyways. He tripped on the sand, stumbling a bit as he approached. He spun around in embarrassment, ready to give up completely but Kiara, John B, and JJ were all gesturing for him to continue on. With another nervous look, he turned back towards you, and he thanked whatever higher power was above that you hadn’t seen any of his mini freakout, too busy pouring yourself a drink.

You felt Pope’s presence before you saw him. At first, you thought it was Topper coming over to continue trying to convince you that Pogues were really as dangerous as he claimed, and you looked up to the newcomer with an annoyed expression.

Pope nearly retreated with his tail between his legs when you looked up from your cup with a scowl on your face. But then your expression softened to an almost apologetic smile as you seemed to take him in.

You realized quite quickly that it wasn’t Topper chasing after you, and instead another boy. He wasn’t a Touron, you could tell by the way he didn’t look completely lost—a little nervous, yeah, but he knew what was going on. He definitely wasn’t a Kook, but you had seen him somewhere before.

Pope still hadn’t said anything. He had been standing in front of you for what felt like hours without saying a word. It had honestly been a few seconds, and somewhere deep in his mind he knew that, but it was like alarm bells were going on in his head, screaming ‘you’re blowing it!’ the longer he stayed quiet.

“Heyward’s!” You exclaimed, a look of realization crossing your face. Pope honestly would have been surprised that you knew his name, but he was too distracted by the sound of your voice. It was sweeter than your name, and Pope knew he was completely hooked. “You work at Heyward’s, right? I swear I’ve seen you delivering groceries.”

“Yeah, that’s my dad’s business.” He nodded, probably much quicker than he needed to, but at least he was talking. Maybe he had a chance with you after all. “I’m Pope.”

But then he extended his hand. For a handshake. He had practically doomed himself. In the distance, he could faintly hear JJ’s raucous laughter at his expense.

By way of miracle, you didn’t laugh in his face and run back to your friends. Instead, you gave him your name and shook his hand with a grin. He felt like he was going to combust with your hand in his, and only when you retracted your touch did his mind clear.

“Do you want to go sit?” You boldly asked, and Pope nodded, not trusting his voice. You smiled at him again, taking a sip of your drink as you watched his jaw drop for a second. It was cute, you thought, how obviously you affected him.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” He stuttered, feeling his heart beating nearly out of his chest. You thought he was adorable, and led the way to a sparsely populated bonfire. You didn’t know the Tourons that sat opposite you, but were more focused on the dark haired boy sitting beside you.

“So, tell me about yourself, Pope.” You tested out how his name felt on your tongue, and you were pleasantly surprised by the butterflies that erupted in your stomach. You listened with a smile as he told you about how he wants to go into forensic pathology, and though he thought he ruined it once more when he talked about the specifics of the job. Though he expected you to run off, you did the opposite by turning the conversation to his scholarship.

It was going great until Topper approached.

“If you’re done trying to prove a point, we’re heading home.” Topper looked at you with a bored look on his face. You scowled, knowing he was referencing your previous argument with him about Pogues.

“I’m not proving anything, Topper. And I’m not going back with you guys. I’ll walk.” You told him, turning away from him and back to Pope, wanting to go back to your previous conversation. Pope looked a little confused, but you could tell that he was mostly stressed about Topper’s presence. You knew there was a history of bad blood between the two groups, and though you had never been witness to anything, you had heard stories of Topper getting into fights with John B and JJ, Pope’s closest friends.

“Are you sure?” Topper asked, gaze flicking to Pope with a look of disdain. The dark haired boy felt a surge of courage run through him while under your gaze.

“Yeah, I’ll walk her home.” Pope cut in boldly. Then, as he realized his own words, he worried that he might have overstepped. There hadn’t been any indication that he would be doing so, but he really wanted Topper to leave and that was the first idea that popped into his head.

And for what felt like the thousandth time that night, you eased Pope’s panic with an unexpected move.

“See, I got it covered. Bye, Topper.” You waved sarcastically. While you spoke, you placed your free hand on Pope’s knee, an action that had his eyes widening. He was grateful you weren’t paying attention to him, because he was certain he looked like a fool.

Topper didn’t say anything else, instead he rolled his eyes and retreated back to the rest of the Kooks who were waiting for him. To Pope’s dismay, you removed your hand after he left, but it was probably for the best. He couldn’t think straight under your touch, and he had to put all his focus into not saying something stupid and embarrassing himself.

“Thank you, for that.” You genuinely smiled at him. You were in too good of a mood to deal with Topper, and the prospect of getting to spend more time with Pope was not unwelcomed. “He can be such a dick sometimes, you know?”

And because things had been going so well, Pope decided he needed to put his foot in his mouth.

“Yeah, I do know. He beat the shit out of me and some of my friends a few days ago.” He figured it was probably so unattractive to you, that he couldn’t hold his own in a fight like JJ or John B could, and there he was, advertising the fact he got his ass handed to him. You frowned, and he thought he was done for, but then you were glaring at the back of Topper’s head as he retreated off of the beach.

“I can’t stand him, our parents are business partners so they think we’re going to be best friends, but he’s intolerable.” You groaned, turning back to Pope. Your expression had morphed into one of concern, soft eyes studying his face for signs of damage. You drank just enough to not question your actions as you reached a hand out to brush your fingers along his jawline, while Pope himself felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “Are you okay?”

“I’m, uh, I’m fine.” Pope cleared his throat after stuttering, and you grinned as you once more retracted your hand. Thankfully, conversation turned to a less embarrassing topic for Pope, and you chatted for another half an hour before there was another interruption.

“Yo, Pope, we’re headed back to The Chateau.” John B called out as he, JJ, and Kiara approached. You smiled at the girl, having had a few classes with her at the Kook Academy.

“Yeah, are you coming or what?” JJ was smirking, much to Pope’s horror. You stood up, brushing sand off of your clothes from sitting on the beach for so long.

“Are you still going to walk me home?” You turned to Pope with a questioning look, and before he could respond, his friends spoke up for him.

“Yes, he will.” Kiara replied at the same time as JJ and John B nodded their heads. You laughed at their antics as Pope climbed to his feet beside you. He shot his friends a glare, and after a short goodbye the two groups parted ways.

The walk back to your house was filled with mindless chatter, the both of you much too focused on the way your hands slightly brushed together. Your heart felt like it was leaping into your throat everytime your fingers brushed against his, and he was certain he was going to pass out. After what felt like an eternity, you gathered the courage to take his hand in yours.

Pope was so shocked he lost his footing and stumbled.

You giggled, but didn’t acknowledge it.

He felt like he was on top of the world, and simultaneously wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

Eventually, you did reach your house, and Pope followed you to your front porch. Your parents were off on some business trip, so you weren’t worried about them interrupting. You took your time finding your keys, hoping that Pope would make a move. Instead, he said goodbye and waited until you slipped inside to head back towards the road.

Pope felt like he was missing something, like he shouldn’t be leaving without telling you how much your company and attention meant to him. But it was too late, you were inside already and he didn’t have the courage to go back and knock. He’d just have to pray that you’d show up at the next party where he would be able to—

“Hey, Pope?” Your voice had him spinning around to find you standing on the bottom step of your porch. He had been so caught up in his thoughts, he hadn’t heard the door open and shut.

“Yeah?” He questioned moving to stand in front of you. You smiled at him, hesitating just a moment as a result of being under his soft gaze.

“You should probably ask me on a date now.” Your tone was light, though you were completely serious. You chuckled at the way his eyes widened, and he was nodding before he could formulate words.

“Uh, yeah, Yeah. I should.” He stuttered, a surprised smile making its way onto his face that made your heart leap. “So, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes, I do.” You grinned, letting your own smile grow. You leaned forward, pressing kiss to his cheek before saying goodbye again. You had already exchanged numbers earlier in the evening, so he knew how to get a hold of you.

Pope watched in awe as you retreated back inside your house, and as soon as the door shut behind you, he was pumping his fists and cheering out of pure glee.

You leaned against your door as soon as you shut it, pretending not to hear Pope celebrating on your front lawn.

You both were smiling like fools.

[detectivehole]

besides all the glitches and bugs, are the games any fun? are the stories any good if they are non canon stories? are the voices and designs good?

this should be a basic question, but its actually weirdly not when considering frogwares games (i should state i havent played all of them ftr so take this all with a grain of salt)

first off, you really cant forget the bugs and glitches- they can make the games either so frustrating that it doesnt matter if the rest of it is good, or they can make them legitimately unplayable. however, there is apparently a patch (released YEARS late! but whatever!) on the way to make the older games fully compatible with modern pcs! so, lets pretend you can actually ignore the errors;

the stories are... good. just good, i think- maybe pretty good sometimes- and certainly entertaining, which is all they need to be for a video game. they range from original to highly canon-influenced, depending on the game. (ive been avoiding one of them for its story but thats just because ive got Opinions on part of it)

cosmetically, like character, set, and voice design, it really depends what youre playing. the older games have very generic character and set design, and the voice work is completely understandable, but charmingly bad; like its kinda shit, but in a tolerable and funny way, and after a while you just get used to it and hardly notice. newer games have va work that's just completely unremarkable, if not a little awkward- you really wont take note of it, likely, which isn't a bad thing. newer game’s set design is actually very nice, i think, all things considered. not super remarkable but not at all bad to look at- they can even be beautiful, from time to time. character design in crime and punishment was good actually- it felt like hd versions of the older games, and that was just fine- however, it seems that after that things have/are going down hill, eh? not sure what the hell is up with devils daughter and... “sherry” and “jon,” but... technically thats all superficial. theyre not bad to look at after all, just... well.

in terms of game design quality (mechanics, options. blah blah), i really cant describe it. i think from the most general view, usually its fine, if not plain good; game’s puzzles and mysteries are not too hard imo, but also not uninteresting or downright simple (well, some are, but “some” is not a crime). exploration is functional and mostly interesting, and for the most part you are given clear direction when playing, so time wasting is minimal. certain mechanics (which are not present in all games, but showed up slowly as the studio seemed to be figuring out what exactly they could do) like deductions can and conclusions can be a lot of fun. i think if youre looking for something stellar you should curb your enthusiasm, but if you just want simple fun some of these game will actually really suck you in- i played crime and punishment for... some hours straight. specifics not necessary, just know it held my attention.

other aspects are just lazy; many of the games lack many otherwise standard game and setting manipulation options, like any video manipulation for some, difficult settings, etc. all do let you manipulate volume, though, and captions are always on (you also have a dialogue log to reference), so at least there's that. additionally, for some puzzles, for some of the games, they dont offer any instructions of any kind- i assume this is to pad difficulty curves, and to an extent you could argue that “well, real life wouldn't have instructions,” but its not real life. its a game. they should have added at least a toggleable blurb. theres other issues with the game’s construction at times, but honestly i cant think of them off the top of my head with any coherence. i dont leave much weight to steam reviews, but i think if you want a better understanding of whats wrong with some of these games id read the reviews or the discussion pages. overall, the default settings and the construction of the game should be playable for most people and on most machines- they're not particularly demanding or visually/auditorily complex games, and the puzzles are not too hard to figure out, even without instructions. (WARNING: there IS a glitch in crime and punishment that can effect some people that makes lighting fuck up on many objects, and it may not be friendly to more photosensitive people, though it also doesn't seem like something that would be downright dangerous, and as someone without any photosensitive issues i was not bothered by it.)

lastly, some of the games are dated, or jokes are in poor taste, or they present something or some attitude historically accurate, and their content shows this. it is not common or consuming, and you should be able to move past it with just a bitter taste in your mouth and nothing more, but its worth it to mention. its nothing someone used to consuming retro or janky media would be unfamiliar with, but i certainly didn't enjoy it- i cant imagine anyone sane would.

i am full of complaints. i have written goddamn dissertations to my long suffering friends. BUT..... i have had a lot of fun, honestly. ive got the patience to deal with the glitches, and the disposition to reap simple fun out of broken and awkward content, simple puzzles, and the story lines presented to me, however silly they may or may not be. i would recommend it, personally.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Title: jack daniels kisses

Theme: Bonfire

Fandom / Character(s): Adam Page, AEW

Warnings: Lots of fluff and sweetness, lots of cuddling. Alcohol tw.

Word Count: 1k... with a moodboard. I swear I meant this to be a blurb but I got... a little carried away. Typical, yeah?

This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge { @12daysofchristmas } for the day. I just.. wanted to write a suuuuper fluffy blurb about Hangman getting cuddled by a bonfire by self inserted / reader... who may or may not have gotten Britt to get Hangman there, for the sole purpose of cuddling him. So.. there’s that. I WANTED FLUFF. LET ME LIVE.

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Everybody was kind of doing their own thing. My brother and Britt were chasing each other around the yard in front of the cabin, with the rest of my brother’s friends all  yelling and pelting each other with snow at random.

I wanted… absolutely no part of that insanity, so I drifted around back of the cabin. Out to the fire that my brother and Britt lit earlier and basically forgot about, my phone’s music app playing softly for background noise. 

I wasn’t the only one with the idea, apparently, because Adam Page already sat at the fire, staring into it intently. A bottle of whiskey clenched in his hands, arms starting to purple from the chill in the air. I stood there, leaned against the corner of my parents lakeside cabin just staring at him a good few seconds. I think I was debating on whether or not I should walk over. Whether it would be bothering Adam Page.

The chill in the air picked up and I wound up wandering over anyway. Sinking down onto the opposite end of the log Adam was sitting on, huddling deeper into my blanket as I took steady sips of my hot cocoa to keep warm. My eyes settled on his bottle of whiskey and I started to ask if he’d pour a shot or two into my mug, but when I went to open my mouth, words didn’t come. So I closed my mouth and turned my attention to the fire again.

Older country gave way to Def Leppard and I tapped my foot against crunchy snow, humming under my breath just to keep the tension-filled silence at bay. But I couldn’t take too much of it.

“Do you think you could pour just a smidge of that in my cocoa, Adam?” I didn’t even realize I’d finally asked the question until his head snapped up and bright baby blues fixed on me as if I’d startled him. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, mulling it over. My teeth chattered and I nodded to muscular and nearly bare arms. “How are you not freezing your ass off right now?”

Adam brandished the bottle of whiskey and then turned to the side slightly, nodding to the fire. I gave a soft laugh and moved in a little closer because apparently, all the fire’s warmth was nearer to where he sat on the log and not where I sat.

Adam cleared his throat and finally spoke up.

“Gimme your mug, darlin.”

When I apparently didn’t hear, frankly I was far too caught up in staring at his side profile and the fire alternately, he reached out just as I raised the warm mug to my mouth again, rough hands tenderly wrapping around my wrist and guiding the mug closer to him. He uncapped the bottle of whiskey and poured about two shots of it in, using my peppermint stick to stir it around a little. During this, I wound up staring at him intently. Licking my lips when he raised the mug to his own and took a little sip, groaning. Fanning his mouth a little.

“Careful! That’s hot. I literally just got it off the stove before I finally dragged myself out here with everyone.” I warned, moving closer to him as I gazed at him in concern. He chuckled and shrugged it off.

“You melt a chocolate bar in there or somethin?” Adam asked as he let me take the cup back, his tongue rolling over his lips to lick away the cocoa left behind. It took everything in me not to hyperfixate on his mouth. Or the way moonlight made his lips glisten after he’d dragged his tongue across it.

“Mhm.. Secret weapon to great cocoa. Always let a hersheys kiss or two melt in the bottom while it’s real hot.” I finally managed to answer, taking a few big sips. The whiskey and the cocoa mixed almost perfectly and the hint of mint from my melting peppermint stick. I gave a quiet groan and lowered the cup, sitting it on the ground next to my foot.

“It’s awful sweet.”

“Kind of why I wanted the whiskey addition.” I teased Adam gently. I could see the goosebumps forming on his arms and maybe that’s what prompted me to move into his side even closer, stretching my oversized blanket so that it also covered his broad shoulders as well as me. He eyed me, a brow raised. “You’re gonna freeze now, I..”

“You were already freezing though, don’t argue with me, Adam.” I gave him a firm look and he chuckled quietly, mumbling something to himself. It sounded like he said alright then. And as Def Leppard faded and turned into Dustin Lynch’s Cowboys and Angels, I stood and held out my hand to him.

Everyone else was caught up in their own thing. And I thought maybe if I got Adam dancing and talking a little more, it’d pull him out of whatever he had going on in his head. Adam eyed my hand and I tapped my foot a little, making him chuckle and rub his chin. “You askin me to dance?”

“Obviously.” I smiled softly, offering my hand again.

He mumbled to himself again and finally, he stood. Strong arms wrapped around me and before he really pulled me against him, I was cuddling against him anyway, my forehead resting against the center of his chest. The scent of his cologne and the bonfire smoke mixing perfectly and making me smile against the fabric of his shirt as I gave a quiet sigh. I felt his chin settle on the top of my head and heard him laugh quietly. 

It got me to look up.

“What’s funny, huh?” I pretended to pout.

“This ain’t exactly how I saw tonight goin when Britt insisted I stop by.”

I shrugged and smiled. “Is that a good thing or a bad one?”

“Good, actually. Better than I thought. Figured I’d be tryin t’ leave by now.”

“Oh no, no.. I wouldn’t let that happen.. Not when I pretty much begged Britt to get you here in the first place.”

Adam’s eyes widened a little and he blinked in surprise. “You.. Wait a minute, hon.. Why?”

“Because I wanted to see you again, okay? And you looked sad when I came out to visit Britt that last time. Last thing I wanted was you to spend the holiday weekend by yourself.”

“Is ‘at so?”

“Mhm.” I hummed quietly. Maren Morris and Hozier’s song, The Bones came on and I started to hum along, just cuddling myself against him a little bit more. He chuckled and reached up, his fingertips tucking beneath my jawline to make me look at him.

My arms went around his neck and I toyed with the ends of his hair, mostly to have something to do with my hands, suddenly filled with energy, unable to keep still. We locked eyes again and he was leaning in, down a little.

“What would you do if I kissed ya right now, huh?”

“Try it and see, Hangman.” I mumbled, raising to tiptoe, smirking as my mouth brushed right against the corner of his. He caught hold of my face, his thumb rolling over my skin as his hands caressed my cheeks, making my mouth crash right against his and I gave a soft sigh into the kiss. “Is that what you wanted?”

“Getting warmer, yes.” I answered, my tongue slipping past his lips to tangle with his as the taste of his whiskey and my cocoa mixed together and I gave a quiet contented groan...

[c-watches-too-many-shows]

Could you do 17 and 21 with John b

John B Routledge Blurb

Prompt: 17. It’s scary how you can love someone so much without them even noticing. / 21. I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?

Here’s the ink to the prompt list! Feel free to send in any prompts you may like with the character you want!

Note: this one is longer than usual but whatever i got inspired and I added a little bit a jiara because I’m a sucker for them sorry

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“It’s scary how you can love someone so much without them even noticing.” you suddenly said breaking the comfortable silence that you and John B were in.

He started panicking. Had you somehow realized he had feelings for you? Was this your way of letting him know you knew? What was he supposed to say?

You noticed what you thought was confusion and clarified yourself, not wanting him to believe you were talking about the two of you

“I’m talking about them.” you said and pointed at Kie and JJ. They were sitting not far away in a lodge, laughing at a joke JJ had made and by the way they looked at each other with a certain spark in their eyes, you could tell there was something more than friendship there. Ironically that was the same way John B would look at you but you never noticed.

You had confronted Kie once with this and she brushed it off saying she’d do something about it when you tell John B about your feelings for him, something you hadn’t done yet and weren't planning on doing.

“Oh…” he whispered and nodded agreeing with you as relief washed over his body. However he couldn’t help but sympathize with them since he was in the same position. “But I get it.”

“What?”

“I get why they are afraid to say how they feel. They’ve been friends for years and one day they realize they feel something more but they’re too scared to tell each other because what if the other person doesn’t feel the same? What if you ruin years of friendship for nothing?”

“But think about how much they are missing out because of fear. They could be together!” you tell him, forgetting for a moment that you were in the same position.

“That’s easy to say because you know they both feel the same but put yourself in their position, they don’t know what the other feels.” John B says. At one point he isn’t sure if he’s talking about Kie and JJ anymore. He’s talking about himself and hiding behind them because just like them he’s terrified of all the things that could go wrong. “I mean, how would you tell your best friend that you like them?” he asked hypothetically but wanting to know for himself at the same time.

“If I was in their position I guess I would talk to my friend. Tell them how I really feel, that I like them as more than friends. Say that they are the most important person in my life and I was too afraid of ruining our relationship and losing them.” you said looking into his eyes, scared he’d notice that you meant every single word. John B could not take his eyes off yours, a small part of him felt like you were talking directly at him but he pushed it away. “That is okay if they don’t feel the same, it’s not their fault. And ask them to give me some time, but reassure them that nothing would change because no matter what happened they will always be your favorite person.”

When you finished talking, silence took over once again. You looked away, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and his deep gaze, and started getting nervous, maybe he did notice and now he didn’t know what to do or didn’t know how to let you down gently. John B on the other hand was debating on whether or not to confess his feelings for you. Your words had really touched him. He started gaining confidence, telling himself it was now or never and that if you didn’t feel the same you’d understand, that even if things went wrong they could never ruin what you had.

“Y/N?” he said so you would look at him. You turned your head to face him, worried of what his next words would be. He looked down for a second and took a deep breath before saying it. “I like you.”

“What?!” was all you were able to say before you fell back from the log you had been sitting all along, your shock getting the best of you. You could not believe what you had heard, it couldn’t be possible.

“Y/N!” John B exclaimed and instantly kneeled beside you to help you.

“You like me?” you asked still in disbelief.

“I do.” he said followed by a smile that tried to hide how tense he was.

“I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?” you said without thinking much.

“That’s one fo the things that I like the most about you.” he said, extending his hand for you to take it. You took it and he helped you stand up, but you didn’t let go of it.

“I swear if this is a joke I’m gonna kill you John B.”

“It's not! I like you Y/N. I’ve liked you for a long time and I was scared to tell you-”

You didn’t let him finish as you placed your free hand on the back of his head and leaned in to kiss him. He was surprised at first but didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. It was the best feeling in the world after pining for each other for so long. You couldn’t contain the giggles that escaped your lips in between kisses.

“I’ll take that as an ‘I like you too’.” he said as you pulled away and placed your forehead in his, not wanting to completely end the moment.

“I do.”

“Shit.” you heard Kie say after she realized what you and John B kissing meant.

[tiredcowpoke]

TITLE: Night Watch. PAIRING: Arthur Morgan x reader REQUEST: anonymous asked: “Well if you want to maybe a little something with „I can‘t sleep.“/„Can i stay with you?“ and “You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.” with arthur? :3″ BLURB: Reader returns from the evening patrol on the outskirts of camp when they spot a figure resting against a tree near the cliff edge.  WARNINGS: Nah, this is mostly fluff. NOTE: This one is short and sweet. This request made me research the first appearance of marshmallows, which weren’t much of a thing in the 1800s in America as far as I’m aware but y’know we can pretend for a minute here. Lol Thank you for the request, anon! 

“Lower the gun, it’s me!”

Your grip on the weapon lessened some at the sound of a familiar accent, the bushes in front of you rustling a minute before the figure of Sean stepped through in the darkness of the area around you. Considering the slowness of the approach, you had been considering an animal or someone sneaking toward you, not the slightly stumbling man that had appeared before you. It appeared he had gotten into the camp’s supply of drink, though you had seen him worse so you figured it wasn’t much. 

“If you could announce yourself next time, it might spare you a bullet.”

“Ooh, you wouldn’t shoot me!” he exclaimed around a quick chuckle, “I bring good news. You’re done for the night.” 

“You’re covering my spot?” 

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he returned, leaning back in (somewhat) mock offense, “Ol’ man Hosea said to come out and let ya back in. Considerin’ the flack he’s been givin’ me, I’m thinkin’ it’s more a punishment for me than some sort of sympathy for you.” 

“Could be both, you never know,” you returned, letting out a small sigh, “Well, if he says so.” 

“Ye of little faith,” Sean stated, taking the repeater from you, “Don’t go puttin’ your trust in me too quickly now…” 

“As you are right now? I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“You’ve been spendin’ too much time with Morgan. He’ll turn you as sour as he is.” 

You made a dismissive sound in the back of your throat, giving Sean a bit of a wave over your shoulder before wandering back up toward camp. You couldn’t do anything about him anyway, and he seemed relatively sober but with how he acts it was hard to tell. Plus...well, you were getting a little tired, staring off into space for anything that seemed out of the normal. On quiet nights like the one that currently surrounded you, that position was absolutely dull. The camp was quiet, most people asleep on their bedrolls or in their tents. Dutch’s already had the tent folds down. Maybe it was later than you thought. Hosea was sat up near a campfire, as you expected, but not many other people. Arthur’s cot was empty, which meant he was somewhere. It wasn’t much of a surprise, he usually was absent from camp these days. Sometimes days at a time. It had come to be something you accepted, much as it was frustrating at points when it came to...whatever it was between you two. Neither of you really weren’t too sure what to call it, much less state a romantic relationship to the rest of the camp. It seemed like the most natural progression of events to you. For now. Still…

You wandered further into camp, stopping to eat something from Pearson’s wagon before making your way over toward where Hosea was sat on a log. 

“Sean seemed...strangely eager to take my place out there,” you commented, causing him to look toward you with raised eyebrows. 

“I wouldn’t confuse that for eagerness…” he commented, “Little wretch needed to do somethin’ other than drink tonight.”

Really, you were almost tempted to tell him to go easy on him a bit, but thought better of it. Hosea usually knew what he was doing. You were a little shy to speak up against him, and twice shy with Dutch for obvious reasons. Plus...well, Sean was a bit of a wild card from what you knew of him.

“Well, thank you for giving me a break…” you said, shifting around the back of the log to make your way toward your bedroll. 

“Arthur’s got himself tucked away out near some rocks near the edge of camp,” Hosea said, making you pause to glance back toward him as he looked up toward you. 

This late? “Okay. Why’d I need that information?”

“No reason,” he stated, though his tone gave him away as you found your eyebrows furrowing slightly, “You seem fond of keepin’ him company, figured you might wanna know.” 

“...Well, thanks…” you muttered under your breath, turning to leave fully but you were still close by enough to hear the soft chuckle that left him. 

Despite not wanting to prove his insinuation correct so soon, you did find yourself turning to glance along the edge of camp. It was dark and a little hard to see much, but sure enough you could make out part of a shoulder and a familiar hat. There was a momentary debate within yourself over if you wanted to actually approach him or not. Might have done so to get some privacy for some reason or another, but...well, it wasn’t like you had much time to see him these days anyway. So, you decided to put off going to sleep just yet and wandered over into the bushes and treeline that surrounded camp. You weren’t sure if he was actually asleep like that, though the slight turn of his head toward you made it known that he wasn’t just yet. 

“This can’t be better than your cot…” you commented, tilting your head as he glanced at you fully for a moment before waving his hand slightly. 

“I can’t sleep, so it ain’t much use right now,” he stated, “Thought you was watchin’ camp tonight.” 

“I was, but Hosea sent Sean out instead. Almost shot him when he turned up, he thought it was a good idea to walk up behind me without saying anything…” you muttered, earning a small amused huff from him. “Can I stay with you?” 

“Sure,” he replied with a small shrug. 

The ghost of a grin pulled at your lips at his response. He was playing nonchalant, but you could sort of tell that wasn’t completely true, the arm that wrapped around your shoulders upon sitting down against the tree with him almost confirming that. Arthur was getting a little more natural with that. At the beginning of this whole thing he acted like he didn’t want to touch you, which was a confusing thing to see in relation to his agreement to try to see where this thing between you two went. You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the dull pull behind your eyes toward sleep rather present but you were used to ignoring that from taking the night watches. 

“Nice night…” you said, looking up toward the sky for a moment that was littered with stars that seemed to go on endlessly. With how cloudy and rainy it had been recently, it was nice to see. Arthur let out a low sound of agreement from his throat, a small silence following that was filled with the quiet sounds of the animals and wilderness around you. 

“Any reason you can’t sleep?” you asked, not really looking up at him as you kept your gaze off toward the valley in the distance. 

He let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, you.” 

“Funny,” you returned, giving him a light thump against the side of his leg, “I was being serious.” 

“Ehh…it’s everythin’ and nothin’,” he returned, “Someone’s singin’, walkin’ around, my mind’s goin’ faster than a jackrabbit. Figured it was no use just layin’ there.” 

“I know how that is,” you returned, “there’s a reason I don’t mind guarding so late at night.” 

“I don’t have the patience for that. I’m thinkin’ you ain’t even got any interestin’ stories from the times you took it up.” 

“Unless you count deer, rabbits, the odd person wandering in late at night from whatever they were doin’...” You turned your head to glance up at him pointedly for a moment before settling back against his shoulder, “So I guess not--or, well…” 

“‘Well’ what?” Arthur shifted slightly, tilting his head down toward where you could see him with some interest. 

“I-It’s nothing bad, just...got the odd couple here in camp and...I can’t blame them, it’s not exactly private in camp sometimes but it’s hard to just leave without giving myself away--”

“Jesus…” Arthur returned around a barely contained chuckle, “Y’know, I’m not gonna ask…”

“I shouldn’t have said anything…”

You both fell into a couple more chuckles before things fell back into that easy silence. It wasn’t the best position for either of you, but leaning against his side like you were it was hard not to feel the heaviness behind your eyelids. Judging from the time, you knew you would be seeing the faint glow of the sun over the trees in a short while. With the soothing noises of the area around you and Arthur’s controlled breathing and warmth, it was no surprise that you found yourself starting to nod off. You managed to catch yourself once or twice, but Arthur’s voice pulled you out of it after a while, your eyes popping open with a heavy blink. 

“You fallin’ asleep?” he asked, pulling a small shrug from you. 

“Can’t be blamed. You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.”

“Ah, Christ…” he muttered with a quick chuckle that had a small smile pulling at your lips, “With you makin’ me think ‘bout who’s doin’ what in the trees and now that, you’re gonna make me wish I stayed out here alone.” 

[svt13roses]

All Your Beautiful Lies

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Words: 1.4k

Summary: Everything is picture perfect. But what’s hidden behind it?

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x Reader 

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A/n: When I first decided to get back into writing after taking a break for a few years, I initially wrote a short Seungkwan blurb that wasn’t more than 200 words. I decided “hey you know what, it’s probably time you built on that, loser”. So, here it is! Angst isn’t really my strong suit, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless!

     One year. It’s been one year living in this beautiful, utterly fantastic lie. The line between being naive and playing along was blurred a long time ago. Every day is like a limbo of being in perfect paradise while this dark monster whispers in your ear that it’s fake. You know it’s fake, and you’ve known for a while. But why do you believe it?

     It didn’t take long for you to realize the reality of the situation. When you became a concept, something with no actual sustenance. In fact, the day he asked you to be his was a dream in and of itself. Boo Seungkwan, in all his beautiful glory, had asked you of all people to be his partner. The one who sticks by his side no matter what, and ideally he’d do the same for you. You give and you give and you give, and he accepts. You give and he takes. He does give back, in a way. You lived in a picture-perfect apartment with him, with only the best clothes and eating the highest quality of foods. In your eyes, it was all you could ever want. But one day waking up, it all felt fake. Truly, fake. 

     You initially found it suspicious about how fast your relationship moved with Seungkwan. He swept you off your feet so easily, by the end of the first week you were saying your “I love you’s”. By the second month, he had asked you to move in with him. By the end of the year, you were his on paper. Sealed by the perfect ring that you had dreamed about since childhood. Everyone in your life was so proud of your accomplishment. You had a trophy husband, a job you loved, and a home that was yours. Trophy husband. The words your friends always used to describe Seungkwan. You always laughed it off, playing along with their antics. But when did the roles reverse? When did you become the final piece in the picture-perfect puzzle of life?

     That night you lie awake in your bed that’s too big for one person. But tonight, like many nights previously, you’re the only occupant. Rustling around, you decide that the bed was too comfortable to sleep. You got out of your bed, taking your phone off the charger on the bedside table, and checked the time. 1:54 in the morning. A part of you hoped that maybe he would come home. He had late nights in the past, resulting in him coming home in the early hours of 5-6 am. You would both lie in a peaceful slumber that was inevitably interrupted by both of your responsibilities of the day. Lately, however, a simple text of “practicing. Don’t wait up.” was all that you received as an indication that he would not be returning home that night. 

     You decided that it would be a while before you fell back asleep, so you would might as well get some work done. Entering the kitchen, you were temporarily blinded by turning on the bright lights. You grabbed a bag of your favorite snack and a glass of water, making your way to your office area. Learning from your mistake in the kitchen, you opted to let the light of your laptop illuminate the room as it powered on. As you began to log in, you thought you heard the front door open. Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard his distinctive padding along the floors, trying to be as quiet as possible. You chuckled to yourself; if only he knew how many nights you laid awake hoping that he would decide that coming home was more important than perfecting that last step in whatever dance he was learning. 

     The bedroom door down the hall slowly creaked open, then clicked shut. Silence. You waited another 10 minutes to see if he realized that you weren’t in bed and silently prayed that he would come looking for you, saying you needed to sleep with a pout adorning his face. The house stayed silent, just as it was before he came home. The only indication of any life being the kitchen light that was, to your knowledge, still turned on, and the gentle hum of your laptop. You looked at your laptop home screen and couldn’t help but smile painfully. The background was one of your favorite pictures of you two, taken when he brought you back to his home to meet his family. You both sat on a bench wearing matching sweaters, the trees turning beautiful shades of red and yellow around you. You had stars in your eyes as you took in the beautiful scenery around you. Even now, you can smell how crisp the air smelled, how soft the sweater felt, and how warm your heart felt. You looked at Seungkwan in particular. Of course, he looked ethereal as he always did but you looked at his eyes. You had been told many times growing up that eyes show the true emotions that people are feeling, but you would roll your eyes. His eyes showed no warmth, no happiness. He was just simply looking like he would at any other person. 

     Those eyes haunted you. Every picture around your apartment, which you had taken the effort to do, was the same. You held the purest love and adoration while he just smiled. Posed. You unlocked your phone and looked at a picture you had taken together at a cafe two weeks ago, the same one where you two met. Tears slowly welled up as you saw two people with bright smiles. From anyone else’s perspective, you two would look like a perfectly happy couple. But looking at your screen you couldn’t help but feel like an imposter in your own body. 

     You quickly closed your laptop, deciding you weren’t in the right headspace to work anymore. 

     “I’ll just go to sleep. Get some rest, wake up, and it’ll be ok. That’s how it always is.” You shakily told yourself, making your way to the bedroom. Standing outside, you felt like there was some force preventing you to go in. The perfect you could be in there, the one that happily greets her husband with no care in the world about how you both really feel. The one who kisses their husband on the cheek goodnight, telling him to have the sweetest dreams about them and snuggling into the blankets silently hoping that maybe he’ll hold her for once. But you weren’t that person. You were a culmination of a person built from a year of lies and dreams. You wanted to tell Seungkwan so bad that you know what he feels isn’t real, you realized it a long time ago. You wanted to tell him that you played your part as a puppet to see him happy. But if he wasn’t happy then what was the point? He clearly put on the same show you did. You just wanted to know what was going on inside his head that let him come as far as this. What’s his motive? Did he want to believe that this wasn’t some show just as bad as you did? 

      Taking a deep breath, you reach for the door handle, opening it as quietly as you can. The door creaks and you curse internally. You softly shuffle inside, making no acknowledgment that you were even gone from bed at this house. And there he lies on his side of the bed, scrolling through his phone. He makes no effort to let you know that he’s aware that you’ve come to bed. You gingerly lift the covers, trying to make your movements as small as possible as if that would make you disappear. Once safely inside the covers, you contemplate your next move. 

     “Seungkwan?” You whisper out. You feel the bed move and the sheets rustle as he puts his phone down to face you. 

     “Hm? What’s up, love?” You almost wince at the pet name. Staring into his eyes, you search for the words you want to say. The truth, about everything you’ve been hiding from him for the past year. You let yourself smile a little and scooch closer to him. You cup his face and kiss his cheek. 

     “Nothing,” you hum, “just heard you come home and decided I should probably go to bed too. Make sure you dream only the sweetest dreams of me tonight.” You roll over, not daring to look at what expression he could be wearing. You hear a small laugh. 

     “I always do, I always have and I always will.” You feel your heart stop. You bite your lip, willing to not let any tears slip. Tomorrow will be better, you think to yourself as you drift off, warmed by the blankets and not by the arms you dream to be in.  

[hardskz]

Who are some of your fave skz writers? For each genre, angst, fluff and smut? Hehe🌱

i don’t read any reader insert fluff and angst fics due to reasons oops so i’ll try to make up with it for an extensive smut writer rec :’) these are just some that immediately popped into my mind! i’m probably also mentioning blogs that are no longer active (or maybe they’re on hiatus who knows) but if you’re new to the community in general, here’s some good stuff you maybe haven’t stumbled across!

@moonyskz | moonie hasn’t been all too active recently since she’s busy irl, but that shouldn’t stop you from checking out her stuff!! she’s mostly known for her iconic jisung corruption oneshot and may i say i was the anon that requested that i feel so accomplished pls let me flex lmao rip oh and she inspired me to make my own smut blog so all hail moonie legend

@skz-maze | ivy is more active on @moonlit-jeno and focuses more on nct smut nowadays, so if you stan skz and nct you are in literal heaven i tell you. i ATE up her stuff every time she posted (still do). ivy could write about getting fucked by jeno behind a dumpster and i’d still call it a masterpiece her writing style is one of my personal favs

@sparklyafterdark | nami just recently posted again and is one of the blogs i deadass look up too. i lost count how many times i reread nami’s fics it’s the writing style i tell you. if i had to decide the holy trinity of skz smut writers on this hellsite it’s basically nami and ivy and moonie so yeah there are my two cents about that.

@staysdarkhours | it’s been a while since kit’s shown any sign of life on that blog, but when she posted her works, she DELIVERED. she covered the entire spectrum – from dom reader to sub reader from filthy threesomes to soft dom felix i was well fed at that time meaning you will be well fed does that even make sense i dont think so whatever.

@violethhj | cherry is one of the VERY few blogs i know who have existed before this blog did and is still quite active. compared to others, cherry’s blurbs are definitely on the shorter side but is that a bad thing? absolutely not! her dialogue makes up for it ugh!!! and the best thing: she’s come a long way and has improved lots so yeah show her some love regardless and her minecraft fics

@whoredhrs | it’s been a while since princess updated, but just like all the others, check out her blog regardless. may i say she’s the sole reason why i developed a breeding kink honestly go binge read her stuff. and don’t forget to check out her asks too! so much discourse uGH HER MIND

@darkforskz | don’t believe whatever bullshit star likes to spout about herself. she’s a great ass writer, her concepts have me QUAKING. even her shorter blurbs i written with such finesse where i think??? how can she pack that much imagery in so little paragraphs??? she’s currently on break on that blog, but she’ll most definitely respond if you shoot her an ask! or if not, at least you can make her day when she logs back in.

@honeybinnies | i’d say out of all writers i’m putting on this list, nia’s writing style is definitely the most ‘poetic’ one if that makes sense. she focuses more on soft smut, but the way she writes is packed with metaphors and romantic imagery so regardless if you’re not horny but want to appreciate some nice smut, head over to her blog!

@skz-dark-hours | oh look i’ve finally mentioned some more newer names KLSADFLKAJ ok so lilo is fairly new here i’d say (sorry if you aren’t bb) and she’s taking requests right now! so go snatch the opportunity while you still can fellas! lilo’s blurbs are definitely on the way longer side from what i perceive, and she also like to add aftercare in most - if not all – of her works. if that’s up your alley, check out her blog!

@honeyfelix | cherrie is also one of the blogs that emerged quite recently and i’ve been hooked on her stuff from the start on. she too, is one of the people with extensively long blurbs filled with lots of detail, A+ dialogue, and lots of imagery. reading through her asks is also something i highly recommend, they’re really,,, uh,, something. 

@starrychannies | to be honest, i’ve only gone through a reading spree of sunny’s ateez works, but from what i’ve read, somepne give that girlie a trophy just her mind??? the plot she has instore for the kinks??? from her skz fics, i highly recommened the chan fic and honestly it’s still a mystery to me as to how some writers can magically write soft dom and then hard dom with a snap of a finger sunny definitely has that down.

look it’s almost 1 am and i for sure missed SO MANY OTHER writers so i’m sorry if i missed you sjdhjk but yeah i hope you found some new blogs?