#shot at dawn

[earlymidsomermurders]

“You’re a great-looking girl. I was hoping that maybe you might consider playing for the home team now and again?” *gets hit*

Midsomer Murders and Queer Themes 10/?

Midsomer Murders, Season 11 - Shot at Dawn

[whamber]

going out on the prowl

[mysunshinetemptress]

Coal

Leah Williamson x singer!reader

Warnings: TW suicide, past abuse, child abuse, alcohol abuse, funeral. If I missed anything let me know. Also thank you to @pers1st for first of all listening to my idea and telling me to write it when I had my doubts about it and secondly for reading over it and helping me, I hope it doesn’t disappoint

You knew the minute he didn’t answer the phone and the unnerving feeling of dread filled your chest that this was it, that you were the last man standing from a life you thought you had both out run, out lived but this, what your brother had just done showed that no matter where you went, how fast you ran you couldn’t leave the sick and twisted past you both had lived through it was a heavy bag you would be forced to carry for the rest of your life.

You and your brother Luca had been born twins in a quite little, middle of nowhere town in New England to a mother who would end up leaving you both in the middle of the night with a heavily abusive father, who would never be charged for the unthinkable things he had inflicted on both you and your brother as he was to high in the police force in your stupid little town, best friends with the Chief had some perks it seemed.

You and your brother had grown up constantly relying on one another to get through the hard terrifying nights, where all you both could wish for was for someone to whisk you both away from it all but this is the real world and the only people who could save you from the nightmare was yourselves.

You had a talent that you had only discovered when you where 13 after a teacher had approached you hearing you singing in the hall, before asking if you wanted to join the choir, you began thinking an extra hour away from home wouldn’t be so bad agreeing only on the lines that Luca could come and sit in the pews as you practiced not wanting to leave him alone to face your fathers abuse alone.

As you both got older you found ways to escape through singing and music, Luca taught himself the piano and you learned guitar before teaching the instruments to each other before you both began recording videos of yourselves and posting them to YouTube while also beginning to write your own songs.

It would take till just after your 19th birthday for both you and Luca to make it out of that stupid little town in New England, both of you deciding to get as far away as possible flying to London England just as your first ever song written by you and produced by Luca blew up “Homesick.” Loving the way stories could so easily be told through country music you decide that it would be the genre you both would focus on, you writing and performing and Luca writing and producing stating he was much to bad of a singer to ever try.

Living in London was a cultural shock for you both coming from a quite town to a big bustling city sure was a change but you couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that not everyone here knew everyone and that you both got to start fresh.

Your label had rented a small two bed apartment for you both in Islington, just north of Central London where you both set up a small studio from the equipment supplied to you both and began working on an EP.

The EP was called Horizons both you and Luca had looked out on a same horizon every morning your entire childhood and hoped it would bring about change, only when you left to London did your Horizons change and so did your life finding it fitting you brought it to your label along with six songs on the EP one of which had already been released as a single.

Horizon

Track 1: Homesick

Track 2: Northern Attitude

Track 3: False Confidence

Track 4: Heavy Eyes

Track 5: Heading South

Track 6: Something in the Orange

Your label loved it approving a date that saw you and Luca able to preform at Country to Country in the O2, with your small set and unknown names your both were one of the first to perform, but feeling the rush of the crowd just after leaving the stage singing songs you both had written about parts of your childhood and leaving it behind felt magical and the crowd seemed to love it.

But that night wasn’t just the night you had both agreed that this is what you wanted to do, it was also the night you swore you found a four leaf clover. Leah had been standing in the crowd with Lydia Williams both big country music fans when she felt her breath hitch in her throat at the sight of you. You stood on stage in a simple pair of black jeans, white top with some red writing she couldn’t make out and a guitar smiling at the boy at the piano before nodding to the band and when you began singing Leah swore she had felt her heart stop from how quick it was beating.

You and Luca had made your way down to the crowd Luca nudging you saying he was going to get a drink as you nodded making your way to stand at the back keeping an eye on him as a blonde girl strutted over to you ever so confidently “Hi.” You turned taking your eyes off of Luca as you turned meeting deep blue eyes “Hi.” You smiled back “I’m Leah.” You grasped her hand shaking it your cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling at the blonde-Leah “hi I’m Y/n.” You didn’t notice that Leah seemed to forget to let go of your hand as you both began talking the English girl complementing your set as you complemented her outfit.

Luca turned back from the bar after downing yet another shot and beer looking to see where you had gone chuckling at the sight of you talking happily to a girl still holding her hand, sighing he grabbed three more beers and began walking over to you before clearing his throat and putting on a stern face “Y/n.” You unhappily tore your eyes away from Leah turning to see Luca “Luca this is Leah, Leah this is my twin brother Luca.” Leah’s shoulders seemed to relax at the confirmation he was in fact your brother and not your boyfriend “Beer.” You smiled thanking him before letting go of Leah’s hand and taking it before turning to look at him in surprise as he handed one to Leah “what can’t let your future girlfriend be left out of it can I.” You shoved him slightly as Leah choked on the beer coughing slightly as you apologised rubbing her back. Leah stood up shaking her head “well I better ask you out first then.” You laughed nodding agreeing to give her your phone number before saying goodnight and walking back behind the stage.

In the coming months yourself and Luca travelled promoting your EP both in the Uk and Europe as well as in the States refusing to step foot in New England just incase your father decided to show up, during this small tour you and Leah began talking nonstop either texting or FaceTiming and although Luca wanted to throw a pen at your head and tell you that there was an album that had to be written he couldn’t help but smile at the way your eyes lit up and your entire mood changed when the English girls name appeared on your phone.

Once the small tour was over and you had settled back into London, Leah had worked up enough nerve to officially ask you on a date. You had bid Luca goodnight telling him to not wait up as you ventured into Central London with the blue eyed girl excitement building for your date.

London was everything you ever wanted, you and Leah had been dating for a few months now and not wanting to keep secrets you had sat her down and told her everything, everything about how your mother had decided she couldn’t take it anymore and left both you and Luca stood crying on the porch step as you watched her run down the driveway aged four in the middle of the night, how your fathers abuse only got worse from that point, how as you got older you both felt so hopeless as no one would do anything as he was a police officer and best friend to the Chief of police, how he thought he could change you from being gay when he saw you walking holding another girls hand. Leah had sat eyes pooled with tears grasping your hand so tightly as you told her eyes racking your body and zoning in on every little scare she could see before pulling you into a hug “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry Angel you don’t…you didn’t deserve any of that.” You didn’t cry but simply went limp against her as you felt the weight be lifted off your shoulders now that she knew, Luca had come in a short while later and Leah had moved you off her gently before grabbing him and pulling him into a hug, you watched eyes soft as your heart swelled they way she held him just as tight apologising for his trauma too, trauma she had never inflicted but felt so sick that no one in your town would help you both to scared of the consequences.

You had called Leah your four leafed clover, she was the luckiest thing you had ever found and while your relationship grew and your introduction to both her family and teammates saw that Luca turned to alcohol more than he ever had before.

You were both working on your first album when you had noticed how bad Lucas dependency on alcohol had gotten, writing songs often turned into nights you had to put him to bed he was to drunk to continue, or he wouldn’t show for meetings with the label, or dinner with you and Leah, or Leah’s family to busy sitting in a bar in London. You had called the label after a particularly bad day at one of Leah’s games at the Emirates, where your brother spent the entire match inside at the bar since he couldn’t drink alcohol in view of the pitch, drunk and moody you bid the Williamson’s goodbye apologising for your brother and sending Leah a quick text before dragging him home. The next morning you decided enough was enough and sat him down surprised when he broke down in your arms apologising over and over again that it was the only way he could find peace from it all even for just a few hours, that music simply wasn’t enough at the moment and in a way you understood, Leah gave you the same peace alcohol gave Luca but you knew it wasn’t a healthy option so you gave him an ultimatum, rehab and therapy or no more music, no more writing no more tours nothing. Agreeing to your ultimatum you rang your label telling them that the Album was on hold till Luca was healthy again before dropping him off.

You spent the month Luca was in rehab leaning on Leah and her family’s support, you had told them about yours and Lucas past the same day you dropped him off, and for the first time you knew what it was like to be loved by a mother and father. You cried into Leah’s chest that night until you fell asleep,nothing she said or did could make you stop and she quickly realised you needed this you needed to cry so she let you holding you tight and just reminding you of where you were, with her, with her family both you and Luca were safe. Amanda came up after you had fallen asleep to check on you her own heart breaking at the sight of you, you a girl who had the worst childhood imaginable handed to her and still found away to find love and make her daughter feel so loved, you a girl who was trying desperately to hold everything together for her brother because “he needs me, I’m fine I’ve got Leah but he, Luca needs me to be strong so strong is what I am.” Amanda placed her hand on your head “she’ll be ok Bubs, they both will, we got them.”

Luca had been allowed a visit half way through his rehab, the Williamson’s had all asked if they could come but his sponsor Danny had said it may be to overwhelming and asked for it to just be you, that didn’t stop them from waiting in the car park as you went in to visit him. He was different, brighter, happier and you almost cried at the sight for the first time ever he looked to be enjoying life not just trying to get by. You had ran straight for him sighing as you picked you up into a bear hug squeezing tight “Orlov.” You sighed relaxing into his arms at the use of your nickname.

Orlov a diamond, a cursed diamond and any time you tried to ask him why he had chosen it for you all those years ago he gave you one of two reason “Orlov, a cursed diamond that still shines through it all.” Or “Orlov, because pressure makes diamonds, and I just like the name of that one.” You laughed at the second slightly poetic but still funny just like him.

You had told him how supportive the Williamson’s had been for the both of you, how they were currently sat in the parking lot waiting for an update on him when he grabbed your hand “I’m glad you found people like them, to look after you.” You squeezed his hand “us, look after us they love you just as much.” Lucas didn’t want to believe you but you knew he did deep down, he knew it wasn’t just you that loved him anymore. You proceeded to tell him about you current life as a wag as well about the many songs you had been writing, some of them about your past, but for the first time ever you had also written about love and being in love with Leah. Lucas had told you he had also returned to writing and had a few stacked up ready to go when he was finished and for the first time he seemed happy about what he had written normally you had to tell him it was good, recording worthy and you couldn’t help the hope that bubbled.

15 days later Lucas got out of rehab with his therapy sessions block booked for the next while and for the first time in two months you guys began writing songs together trying to complete the album. Lucas was a changed man, he went to dinner without alcohol something you also did to support him, he attended Leah’s matches with you and actually watched and cheered instead of hiding in the bar and for the first time he seemed to be living.

Leah and her family had supported you both tirelessly and you couldn’t have asked for more, they were the family you had always wished would come and save you both as kids. Leah was around for nearly all of the album creation, Lucas teaching her piano and when he finally deemed her good enough you both agreed she could record it for the album.

Life was good, you both were happy in London writing and hanging out with friends and your found family so why had you woken up in the middle of the night with a feeling of doom looming over you as you untangled from Leah. You had gone into Lucases room to check on him something you had done since you could walk, wanting to make sure his chest would still rise and fall when your father had given you both a particularly hard beating. Only this time his bed was empty, walking into the hall you noticed all the lights were off so where could he be. You decided not to panic and not to wake Leah either instead getting your phone to call him.

You knew the minute he didn’t answer the phone and the unnerving feeling of dread filled your chest that this was it, that you were the last man standing from a life you thought you had both out run, out lived but this, what your brother had just done showed that no matter where you went, how fast you ran you couldn’t leave the sick and twisted past you both had lived through it was a heavy bag you would be forced to carry for the rest of your life.

As you recounted every move you both had made over the past three months it was obvious, Lucas had been getting all his ducks in a row, checking in on everyone and making sure the album was complete before leaving, but now it was done and set to be released next month he felt it was time.

You felt numb as you sat at the bottom of the stairs, you didn’t know how you knew he was gone, but you had all of a sudden just had the feeling of a missing piece, maybe it was your twin telepathy you both had so wished to have growing up, this was a sick joke if it kicked in now, now when he was gone.

You sat at the bottom of the stairs until you felt Leah’s hand touch your shoulder “Orlov.” Your heart clenched at the nickname, Lucas had given Leah special permission to use it, certain that she wasn’t going anywhere that you had her forever the engagement ring hidden in his dresser, not that you knew, certain that she knew about what you had been through, that she understood the meaning behind your nickname.

You didn’t have time to react as a knock came from your front door, looking at Leah smiling sadly you got up from the stairs and opened the door to two police men “Miss Y/n Y/ln.” You nodded, you didn’t feel Leah come up behind you as you listen to the police officers tell you about your brother, that you needed to identify him before they moved forward. You nodded along to it all before you asked “was he…do you think he was in any pain.” The officer looked at you softly “Hypothermia kicked in before he drowned, he simply closed his eyes and was gone, no pain, no struggle.” You nodded “no pressure.” You mumbled before turning to get dressed.

Leah couldn’t believe it, he was gone, Lucas was gone a boy she loved like a brother and she couldn’t understand why, he was happy, you both were happy with them, writing the album why, why had he done it. She had gone with you to the morgue and had said she would call her mum but every time she tried her fingers froze on the call button and words got caught in her throat. It was you who had done it driving you both to the Williamson’s house Leah unable to look at her family as you asked them all to come to the living room Leah sat beside you head buried into your neck as she grasped you tightly scared that if she let you go you would be gone too.

Amanda had let out a sob as you finished, Jacob got up and left the room and David just stared at you in shock as you held Leah impossibly closer watching this family, your family, Lucases family fall apart at the news, helpless you did what you had done since childhood and decided now was the time for you to stay strong, you could cry later and so you helped with dinner, helped tell the rest of the family, cousins, aunts and uncles and Leah’s grandparents who had adopted you both. The Arsenal girls had been informed all of whom made their way to your house along with the Williamson’s with flowers and food enough to stock the fridge for the next two months offering support and tears for you and your brother

In the coming weeks the Williamson’s helped you plan the funeral, you didn’t know how one went let alone one in England and you often found yourself and David talking to the undertakers for hours organising it. Until finally the day came, everyone had stayed in your house the night before and Amanda had started a big fry before you all headed to the church but you couldn’t eat, you were saying good bye to your brother, your other half, you were about to walk this stupid life alone and for the first time you cursed at him, you both had made it this far why, why did he decide he couldn’t take it anymore.

Leah had held your hand the entire way both of you following the coffin, with Amanda as Jacob, and David along with Leah’s cousins and Danny his sponsor carried him into the church. You got up and said a few words, talking briefly about your childhood before thanking the Williamson’s for everything they had done for you both, thanking Leah for being both you and Lucases rock when you felt like the world was to much. Heading to the crematorium you decided to swap out with one of Leah’s cousins wanting to carry your brother one last time, the sight made Leah sob as Amanda tried to hold her whispering into her ear, but nothing came of it you were saying goodbye to everything you ever knew and all she could do was hold your hand.

After it was all said and done and the after in the pub had finished you found yourself standing in the centre of his bedroom Leah lying asleep in yours. You looked at everything he had, all the pictures his rehab tokens, his guitar and piano, how were you supposed to do this without him, sing without him there beside you, live without him there beside you. You fell back onto his bed reaching your hand under his pillow when it made a crunch noise before finding a letter with your name on it “ORLOV”. You sighed knowing what it was you pulled it open.

Orlov,

I’m gone, I have left you on this earth alone and for that I am truly sorry, I’m sorry that I couldn’t fight any longer but I hope you understand how tired I am. Tired of living this lonely unforgiving life and I hope that someday you will understand, you have have been, my rock, my best friend and my twin sister through the hardest life no child should have to live, But you have come through it stronger, you have come through the it all a diamond in the rough. You see you are a diamond, formed under the pressure of our childhood but me, I am coal a dark rock not meant to last long on this earth.

I hope you know I have decided that now is the right time to say goodbye as I know you are going to be ok, you have the Williamson’s, the Arsenal and most importantly Leah. She is it for you, she is the only person you will ever need, she is your alcohol (bad comparison I know, she’s a lot healthier.) you are ready, ready to take on this life and conquer the world, but remember it’s ok to slip as long as you don’t fall.

One question you always asked me growing up was what did I think heaven looked like and I always told you I don’t know, but I do heaven is watching you fall in love with that girl sleeping in your room, watching you find a family who loves you the way you deserve that is heaven I love you always and forever.

I’ll be watching from stars Orlov .

Lucas TB

For the first time in weeks you cried, no you sobbed gut wrenching sobs and Leah found herself sprinting from your bed room catching you as you fell from the bed holding you tight whispering reassuring words into your ear crying along with you as you cried and cried, cried for your younger self, you cried for your current self but mostly your cried for him, for Lucas until you cried your self to sleep. Leah carried you back to bed before coming back into Lucases room and picking up his letter turning it over and finding a second one attached to it, opening it she found lyrics to a song and reading over it she felt her heart clench at the meanings behind them all.

The next morning Leah showed you the lyrics and before she even had time to ask if you wanted a coffee you were on the phone with your label canceling the album instead stating you had a different one.

Leah watched you tirelessly in the studio scared that if she left you alone in there you might never come back out, regretting her decision when you had dragged her in to record a piano piece.

A month later you handed your label a brand new album written mostly about you and Lucas with track six being for Leah, the label loved it and pushed for it to be released sooner than expected.

ORLOV

Track 1 Stick Season

Track 2 Bitter Winds

Track 3 Condemned

Track 4 Revival

Track 5 I Remember Everything (Lucas Y/LN, feat Y/n Y/LN)

Track 6 Sun to Me

Track 7 Dawns (Lucas Y/LN, feat Y/n Y/LN)

Track 8 Tourniquet (feat Leah Williamson.)

Track 9 Orange Juice

Track 10 Coal

With Leah's unwavering support, you found the strength to honor Lucases memory during the small tour you quickly been sent on leaving the grand piano seat empty until Leah came on to play her part in Tourniquet. You decided to end the small tour in London, your first headline show sold out at the roundhouse already playing five previous dates here due to the demand. Knowing this would be the last time of playing a small venue and with that a chapter closing and you having to enter one without Lucas you sighed retuning the guitar as you spoke to the crowd “My twin brother Lucas wrote this last song I’m about to play.” You cleared your throat looking out into the crowd before turning to the empty piano seat “We had a very hard childhood, but I knew as long as I had him, I’d be ok. Lucas left me on this earth alone just a couple months ago, but he knew something I didn’t, he knew I wasn’t really going to be alone, that I had a family that loved me, a girl who loved me even more and that really he wasn’t leaving he was just tired of his adventures on earth and wanted to see what the stars were like.” You sighed turning back to the crowd “this next song is called coal, and it talks about the pressures of life and I just want you all to know that when you feel like life is to full of pressure that when you can’t seem to find the light at the end of the tunnel that maybe look down you might find your four leaved clover, I got mine she’s in the crowd tonight, but there is always someone nobody here is alone.” You smiled catching Leah’s eyes “this is Coal.”

[andaniellight]

trust Roronoa Zoro with bounty over 1,111,000,000 to freak the fuck out if the crew got separated away from him AND their godly captain

[quiche-draws]

😶😶😶 (posting without context)

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! REBLOG ONLY!

[gyokujyn]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 4th

» Prompts: Reunion for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

[robo-dino-puppy]

winter journeys

[meteortrails]

the thing I keep coming back to at the end of the day here is that luffy’s got some insane latent abandonment issues, and zoro and nami are the absolute surest thing he has. he has those two Locked The Fuck Down so hard he might as well have put a ring on it before they even hit loguetown and he knew they’d be his from the second he saw them. they’re his aces in the hole that he can always count on to help him cut through all the bullshit and get to the heart of the situation. something that always stands out to me is the way that when luffy and zoro end up tied up in a combat situation, it often falls to nami to direct and organize the crew (most notably in water 7); they’re his seconds in command, one to back him up on the battlefield and one to hold down the fort so he’s free to fight as he pleases. and in return for this faith and trust nami and zoro are genuinely the most obsessively devoted motherfuckers they’re capable of being! none of their dreams belong to just them anymore it’s THEIR dream to make luffy king of the pirates, THEIR dream to map the world, THEIR dream to become the best swordsman. frankly if they all loved each other any more than they do they might just burst

[sad-endings-suck]

Taigen will duel Mizu in London, where unbeknownst to him, you use guns instead of swords in duels… and the rules are very different, such as allowing another to duel in your place. But thanks to Fowler (and having been in London a little longer than Taigen, presumably) Mizu will know this… and chaos will ensue in the least predictable and most entertaining way possible.

[simpfordemetri]

Bella:YOU SAID YOU WERE TAKING CARE OF RENESMEE

Emmett:

[nyxalwitch]

What is it? What does it say?

[Conceal/Deceive]

...Just some crazy stuff in here.

[not-your-bro]

hey ballistic moon, can @juvederm and i make a suggestion

[fandom-imagines]

Best friend

Fandom: Until Dawn

Pairing: Josh Washington x Reader

Words: 857

Warnings: None

Is the Until Dawn fandom dead? Potentially. Will I write for it anyway? Absolutely!

Josh Washington, for as long as I could remember, had always been my best friend.

We met in third grade when my brother, Chris, also met him. Chris introduced us both and we instantly clicked, something that never went away, even as we aged. He was, for lack of a better word, my soulmate, or maybe that was just my crush on him talking.

He was charming, cute, and overall, just a genuine person; could anyone blame me for catching feelings for him? I didn’t expect nor want it to happen, but as we grew into teens, I couldn’t help it. Of course, my friendship with him extended to a friendship with the twins who were also close friends of mine, and also with Josh and Chris’s friends who I now called my own. I loved them all, but none as much as I did with Josh.

My parents were never particularly fond of the man, saying that he was a bad influence with all his pranks, doing the same with Chris, but neither of us cared. He was a good friend, and nothing could change that, even if he did prank us at least twice a month.

In fact, that leads us to where I was right now: covered in water after I was bombarded by water balloons from my brother and my crush.

“You idiots!” I laughed, clearly not meaning the words, despite me being drenched head-to-toe in freezing cold water. They soon joined in with the laughter, growing louder and louder as they stared at me. “I’m freezing.” A pout on my lips was evident as I spoke.

Josh shook his head, still chuckling as he tossed me a towel. “There you go, you know where the bathroom is, go get cleaned up.”

“I didn’t want to give you a towel, but Josh thought we better,” Chris smirked, something which only grew as he noticed the blush quickly darting onto my cheeks; it was clear that he knew of my feelings for the man.

“Screw you, Chris. I’m going for a shower.” I said, shaking my head as I left the room, leaving the pair laughing behind me.

*

Soon after my shower, I was seated beside Josh and opposite Chris with a warm drink in our hands. It was nice, sitting with the two people I held dearest to my heart whilst we chuckled at a bad movie Josh had put on, a horror, I think.

Chris was soon to fall asleep after finishing his drink, clearly not interested in the movie, either that, or he was exhausted which was also quite possible with the blonde.

“You okay?” Josh whispered to me, trying his best to not wake Chris. “You’ve been quiet all day. Did the prank upset you?”

I smiled slightly, turning to face him. “No, Josh, I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About what?”

I didn’t want to tell the truth, I couldn’t. How was I supposed to tell him that the reason I was so distracted was because of him. The way he smiled, laughed, even cared for me, despite pranking me earlier on. It was all becoming too much for me to handle and I wasn’t sure how much longer that I could go without exposing my feelings. Chris already knew and he was often oblivious to others feelings, especially with his mutual crush on Ashley.

“A lot of thing,” I admitted, keeping it vague and hoping he wouldn’t ask for more information. However, it wasn’t my lucky day and he raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

“You can tell me,” he said.

No, Josh, I can’t, was the first thing to go through my mind. Not about this.

Sensing my silence, he did the typical Josh thing that he knew would get me to cave: puppy eyes.

With a sigh, I spoke. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“I promise,”

Another sigh, “I… like someone,”

Josh’s eyes widened, only for a moment. “Oh…” His voice had an underlying emotion, one I had never heard from his before and something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Who is it?” He asked, seemingly pleading once again.

I simply remained silent, all whilst my head screamed his name.

“I won’t judge, I swear,” he pleaded again. “Even if it is someone really stupid.”

“Depends if you’re stupid,” the words left my lips before I could stop them, my eyes immediately widening as I realised my mistake.

“Me…?”

“Shit, sorry,” I sighed, pulling away from him, only to have my hand grabbed, preventing me from moving.

“Don’t move…. Please.”

“Are you sure?”

“Never been surer of anything in my life.” He said, face leaning forward towards me. “Stay still.” He whispered, pausing for a moment before pressing his lips against mine.

It was as though my body went into autopilot, immediately kissing him back as my hand landed on his neck, his going to my waist. I could have stayed like that forever, and perhaps I would have had a voice not broken the moment.

“Finally!!” Chris laughed.

Josh and I pulled away from one another, a blush on both our cheeks.

“Chris!”

[indigo-inks]

if you draw volug I'll personally deliver you a like and a reblog. unfortunately i cannot offer much more than that... For the moment, that is.....

(i also think you'd draw a banging Freyja FEH canon did her dirty but her design is neat and your mirabilis was really cute!!)

oouhfhh pupy dogie......

i've never drawn him before so! woo!

[original-siphon]

The Boy Next Door

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warning: Smut.. Idt anything else.

A/n: I merged two requests. This is set during the beginning of Voyage of the Dawn Treader time, when (in my opinion) Edmund looked the most handsome. Oh god I can die for this man 😭.

Also I'm planning to make another part of it.

P. S. Apologies for poorly written smut :")

Request by @zadri and anon

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It was late November, when your family moved to Cambridge, to the house right beside the Scrubbs'. Your father had bought the house now, so you had to go along with the plan, even though you were quite reluctant moving there. Even after lots of arguments and quarrels with your father, he wouldn't change his mind. So here you were now, unloading your boxes from the truck and moving them to your bedroom.

You whined as you climbed up the stairs, this house wasn't bad, but you'd miss your old one very much. More like you'd miss your friends from there, because being a teenager was hard. Being the new girl in your neighborhood and trying to blend wouldn't be that easy. Your father noticed your constant sighing and mumbling and asked at last, "Y/n, honey, are you okay?"

What were you supposed to say to that? He knew you weren't, your weekly arguments about moving to this place made it pretty clear. So you took a seat on the lowest step of the stairs quietly, and eyed the man before you.

"I know you didn't want this, dear," your father spoke softly, "but I can't let you complain about it anymore. What's done is done. We've moved here now. So I suggest you give this place a chance rather than not."

You fidgetted with your hands, looking down. He was right. This was your life now. At least you have to try to make the best of it. So you nodded at him, and got up to your bedroom to unpack.

You had an enormous amounts of clothes. You sighed, "Why does this has to be so hard."

You decided that the two boxes that are still left can be unpacked later and went to stand in front of a window of your room. It didn't have a very good view like your other window, but you hadn't explored this window yet so you stood in front of it, looking outside. From there, you could see a bedroom of your neighbour's house very clearly. And that's when it happened. A boy, not much older than you, came in and started undoing his shirt buttons. He had brown hair and eyes but right now you were far more focused on his bare chest. He wasn't paying attention to his opened window, didn't even pull the curtains. But right before he undid the zipper of his pants, he looked to your direction, locking eyes with you. You could tell he was as flustered as you were, but none of you moved, you kept staring at each other. It was his slightest movement that brought you back from your stance and you nothing but jumped away from his gaze and ran further inside your bedroom, where he couldn't see you anymore. You collected your thoughts as you sat yourself on your bed. You just moved. You couldn't just stare at your hot neighbour undressing in front of the window. Emphasis on HOT. Yes, that he was. You shook your head, removing the thought out of your head. It was dinner time anyways so you should join your family downstairs and get your mind off of it. You pulled on your feet, and brought yourself to climb down the stairs.

Dinner was quiet. You knew you were, after what just happened. You couldn't stop thinking about it. About him. Putting your dish in the sink, you thought if he'll still be in his room when you got back to yours. You could just peek once while putting the curtains on of your window, no harm in it, right? So without any further delay, you climbed back up to your room to work through the plan. You went up to the window, tugging at the curtain, and looked sneakily at his room. He wasn't there. You felt a wave of disappointment that you shouldn't have, but took it and yourself to your bed, and hoped to sleep. Which you did, after the long day that you had.

Next day, you woke up hearing chatters down in your living room. You cleaned up quickly to go downstairs and see what the noise was about. As you were on the last step of the stairs your mother greeted you, "Good morning, Y/n, dear. The Scrubbs are here!" Scrubbs? As in the people who live next door? The boy you saw naked belonged to that house! You chuckled lowly, hiding your embarassment and hoping that boy didn't come to visit. "Good morning, mum, Mr and Mrs Scrubb." You felt awkward, and scanned the room sleekly. No sign of the boy, thank goodness. Comfortable now, you sat next to the girl who seemed a little older than you. She was quick to talk to you, "Hi, I'm Susan Pevensie," she said as she turned to face you, "I'm here to visit my siblings and cousin." You smiled at her, she seemed pleasant, "I'm Y/n Y/l/n, nice to meet you." Siblings and cousin she said? That boy must be her brother then. Own brother clearly, her hair and eye colour resembled very much. "You're coming to our place for lunch, Y/n. The neighbours should get to know each other well, right," she stated and asked, you couldn't figure what to say, when she continued, "and you'll be delighted to know that I have a brother of about same age as you. I hope you become friends." She smiled at you sweetly, which you returned, but right now your mind was running a hundred miles. She must be talking about him. The boy you're dreading to meet. You knew there will come a time where your parents and the Scrubbs were going to get acquainted. How could you do something so stupid? Not even one day in the neighborhood and you already built complications.

Another hour passed as your parents and the Scrubbs talked, Susan and you exchanged a few words as well. Then they left. Which meant only one thing, lunchtime was soon. You huffed and said, "Mum, do I have to go?"

"Well, obviously, Y/n," your mother replied, "the invitation is for all of us."

"Yeah, well," you muttered, "can't I just like not go this time?"

"Darling," you heard your mother speaking sternly, "you heard Mrs. Scrubbs, didn't you? There are kids of your age, you'll like it there! And if nothing, Susan seemed good. She'll company you. Don't stay holed up in your room when you have a chance to mingle is all I'm saying."

She was right. You couldn't stay alone forever, you had to make friends. And Susan did seem good. You nodded as your mother asked you to get ready, before going back up to your room.

You opened your closet, to pick something to wear. You wanted to seem good enough and make an impression while meeting your neighbours, mostly on that boy, but you weren't going to accept that. You'd rather stay in denial. Especially after what happened last night, denial was your best option. You pick a floral dress, gorgeous enough but not too vibrant. Subtle was your suit. Slipping it on, you climbed down the stairs to see your parents ready. So yes, you were doing this, and doing this now. Your heart raced, mixed with social anxiety and embarrassment for obvious reasons. But you shook it off, plastering a smile to your face. Yes, you were ready to do this.

A twenty seconds walk and a knock on the door revealed a very pleased Mrs. Scrubb, "Come on in already, we were just awaiting your arrival," she smiled at you all and then faced inside of her house, "Honey, the Y/l/ns' are here!"

She stepped aside and gave you all space to come inside.

It was a beautifully decorated house, neat and clean, and had a very homey feeling. Before you could comprehend, you were taken to the dining table and seated on one of the chairs. One by one, the members of the family came up to take seats. You knew Susan, but not the girl that followed beside her. Your curiosity was visible, maybe that's why you heard Susan chiming up, "Y/n meet my sister, Lucy. And that is my cousin Eustace," she took a chair beside you as you followed her gaze to a rather young blonde boy. And right behind him, came the boy you saw last night. "And that is Edmund, my brother." You locked eyes with him, and your face heated up. You could tell that even he was quite embarrassed, looking at you, and from that look, you knew he wasn't expecting this. What was more unexpected was that the only empty chair left for Edmund was the other chair beside you. Since he came in the last, all the other chairs were occupied already.

You internally groaned as Susan said from beside you, "Y/n, Edmund is the one we were talking about earlier."

"You- you were talking about... me?" Edmund startled from the chair he now sat in.

"No," you spoke lowly, "Susan was just telling me that she has a brother around my age... " you trailed off, knowing that you indirectly referred last night's incident.

"Oh, I thought," he quickly stopped. No wonder he thought the same thing.

"What did you think, Ed," said Susan again, plainly curious, "You're not that special that we'd have a proper discussion about you." Her sisterly teasing relieved you of enough tension now, so that you were actually concentrating on the lunch and the conversations. Though during, you and Edmund never shared a glance or a few words. It was undeniably embarrassing for both of you. You thanked God too early, because suddenly it was Mrs Scrubb's turn to say, "Edmund, why don't you show Y/n around? She's new, you've been living here for a while. She could use the company!"

While her words were nothing but sincere, you couldn't help your eyes getting wide at the idea. Edmund of all people? Couldn't she ask Susan? For God's sake.

"That sounds lovely," your mother didn't miss the chance to grab the idea, "Y/n really could use some company right now."

"So, Edmund?" Mrs Scrubb asked, expecting a positive answer anyways.

"Sure," Edmund spoke finally, "Whenever Y/n's free," he tried to sound as nonchalant as he could.

"Y/n literally has nothing to do for a few days. I'd really prefer her to be out instead of just staying holed up in her room." Your mother was practically embarrassing you right now. You had to say something.

"That's right, I'm free even this evening. Would that work, Edmund?"

"Sure," he coughed, "today... evening it is."

You could feel his unease, even you were uneasy.

"Susan," you turned to face her, "won't you join us?" You were hoping so hard and begging God that she agreed.

"I would've, surely. But I am leaving for America tomorrow." You heard the genuine disappointment in her voice. But you were surely more disappointed.

"That's okay," you said under your breath. Edmund and you it is. Great.

"So what are you guys waiting for?" Mrs Scrubb chirped, "It is already evening, Y/l/ns' wouldn't want their daughter to return late. Get the evening started already."

--

You had left with Edmund now, for a walk, but much to your discomfort none of you talked. He occasionally sent awkward glances to your way, but nothing more.

"Listen... I'm sorry," you didn't know from where this sudden urge to apologise came, "I shouldn't have.. looked." You fidgetted with the long sleeve of your sweater, awkwardness settling over once again.

"Well I was the stupid one," he broke the silence, "to undress while leaving the curtains off."

He awkwardly chuckled, "In my defense, I didn't know people had moved next door."

"And in my defense, I didn't know other people even lived next door," you lightened up by now, "doesn't really matter as a good excuse though.. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologise over and over again, Y/n," he chuckled again, louder and lighter this time, "it's really okay."

You fell silent again, but somehow it was more comfortable than before. But then he broke it again, saying, "I do have to ask one thing, I can't help but."

"Oh," you glanced up curiously, meeting his eyes, "what is it?"

"Did you like it?" You didn't know what he was talking about. Liked what? The confusion that etched on your face was visible, urging Edmund to ask his question clearly this time.

"What I meant was, did you like what you saw last night?"

What? How could he be so blunt? Just a minute back he was all red as a pumpkin just looking at you, now he's what, flirting? You couldn't register, shook your head again before asking, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you very well know what I mean. You couldn't take your eyes off as much as I remember." His reply was not what you expected. The incident that had you both so embarrassed all day, and he's being suggestive about that now. Well obviously you couldn't deny, you were attracted toward him from that very moment.

Before you even realised, Edmund had you cornered in a secluded lane. "Don't be shy now, just tell me if you liked it."

You heard him, talking like that to you, so your mind wandered into dirty places. "Yes," you breathily said, "I liked it." Your response had somehow fuelled Edmund's burning gaze on your body, and his face now had a smirk dancing on it, "Do you wish to see more?" And with that, his arms slithered around your waist. "Y-yes," your voice shook, still you managed a response out with whatever strength you had, "I do." He let go of you at that, his sly smile never leaving his face. You were somewhat disappointed at the loss of contact, but quickly perked up when the boy before you said, "Then let's take this to my room."

--

The plan was simple. While the families are busy with their chitter chatter, you and Edmund would quietly get in his house, and sneak to his room. And when you're done, you'd just climb down the stairs as quietly and pretend you just came back. It was challenging, but you two managed to pull it off. You were now successfully in Edmund's room, unbeknownst to anyone of his or your family.

"Well, you have a nice room," you said looking around. But Edmund out of nowhere grabbed you by the waist and said pulling you in, "We don't have much time for this chitchat," he breathed into your ears before biting it softly, "Plus, you seen my room before."

This has you all hot and wet, and you started letting your hands roam around his body. "Edmund... please," you begged, unsure for what. You felt him pulling you even closer, your breasts were now mushed against his chest. "Use your words, doll," that nickname made you even wetter, if that was possible. "Please... make me cum," you blurted, voice so shaky that it came out as a loud whisper.

"Sure thing," he smirked, liking the effect he had on you. And with that you were pushed onto his bed, legs parted and his hips in between. He held your hands up with one of his hands, while he used the other to cup one of your breasts.

"So full and plump," he squeezed it gently and pried off the fabric of your dress, and then your bra. You were aware now that your breast was bared to him, the heat in your core grew at that point when you couldn't take it anymore, so you ground your pelvis to his through the clothes.

"Getting impatient now, are we?" The tease in his voice was audible, it was also visible on his face.

"You said we didn't have much time. Can't blame me if I wanna make the most of it," you didn't hide the urgency in your words, you couldn't.

"You've got a point," his brown eyes had now turned fully dark with desire, "let's get on to it then."

His hand started working your dress buttons off, and in no time it was discarded to the floor. You managed to unbutton his shirt in the meantime, and had both of you half naked, coddling each other. He dropped his hand lower to your body, touching your core through your panties while assaulting your neck with wet and sloppy kisses.

"Don't be a tease," you whimpered, pleasure was already getting better of you. He took it has a signal and pushed the crotch of your panties aside to finger you. "Only one finger inside, and you're already a mess," he said against your collarbone, "what would you do if I added another?"

That he did. Two of his fingers were inside your core, making a come hither motion against all the right spots. His thumb brushed across your clit, getting you tightened around his fingers.

"Not yet, doll," his warm breath fell on your cheeks, "pleasure's best when it's mutual."

You opened your eyes to look at him, not even remembering when you closed them in the first place. The built up pleasure was too overwhelming to be not focused on. Your eyes met as he pulled his fingers out and to his lips, licking all of your juices.

"Tastes better than I imagined."

"You imagined?" Your curiosity was genuine.

"That's right doll," he smirked, "I imagined it all night long yesterday, while I got myself off."

That had you going nuts now. Your desire for him grew to the point where you couldn't stop yourself from saying, "Edmund, fuck me now."

He heard you, seemingly understood you. So he wasted no time in discarding of his pants and boxers. His hard-on sprung out and your mouth fell agape. You couldn't help but stare at the size, and imagine it filling you up in the best ways possible.

"I won't make you wait anymore now," he aligned his cock to your core, running his tip through your slit up and down a few time before gently pushing in. You moaned vulgarly, finally getting what you anticipated all the evening. He started riding you, keeping one hand under your neck while the other held you by the waist, keeping you in place during each one of his thrusts. Your hand roamed his back, occasionally scratching him ever so slightly, as you started buckling your hips to meet his. After a few of his slow thrusts, he picked up the pace, hitting every part of your insides with each motion. His pace kept increasing, as he grunted against your neck with each thrust. Even you were a moaning mess now, you could feel the coil in your lower belly tighten. "I'm close," you say between your moans.

"Even I am, doll," Edmund said, "but you let it go for me first." That was enough to have you come undone on him. You felt ripples of pleasure rolling out of your core as he kept going faster, until he pulled out. Hot white liquid spilled on your breasts, and above you he was panting, eyes closed, beads of sweat decorating his beautiful forehead.

--

Moments later, you helped each other get dressed, comfortable silence settled between you. "I wish we didn't have to hurry," said Edmund while buttonning his shirt and met your eyes, smiling a bit, "we could've had another round."

"I would've enjoyed that," you said, smiling back , "definitely." You both were dressed, you were just fixing your hair when Edmund pulled you in from behind. You turned your face to look at him and he kissed you gently on your lips. It was a simple peck, nothing more, which confused you.

"So you give that sort of kiss after you just fuck a girl?" You couldn't help but speak up your thoughts.

"I've never done this before," he said quietly, "I felt nervous to kiss you."

His revelation confused you more.

"You've never had sex?" You turned in his arms, now completely facing him.

"Yes," he said, looking deep into your eyes, "but it was usually after I dated the girl."

You tilted your head at that, "I'm not expecting anything from you, Edmund," you said, kissing him softly, "I hope you know that."

"But I don't want you to think that way, Y/n," his brows knitted, "I would love to be more than a one time thing. If you're okay with giving a try."

Your smile grew bigger at his words, "It's quite worth the try, I'm sure."

You locked lips again, but it was sweet and gentle, you didn't believe something that sweet was possible after the filthy time you had.

"Glad you live next door, Y/n," he winked, smiling suggestively, "we're gonna have so much fun."

And it was no secret anymore that the feeling was mutual.

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