#trips over a rock while walking and falls on my face

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I LOVE STUPID MEN!! i love men who are stupid and dumb and not smart.

[bountydroid]

Darlin' pt 3

pt 1 / pt 2 /pt 4

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader (Slowburn romance, we will get there eventually)

Description: Reader and the ghoul navigate their new, unconventional friendship on their way to Filly. 

TW: Mentions of emotional abuse and bad parenting, slight angst slight fluff, reader has no social skills.

After the ghoul defended me in town, I felt much more comfortable in his presence. I had a new vigor for the adventure in front of us. It was much more exciting than anything I would do on my own. After a couple of hours on the trail, I decided to try and talk to him. However, his demeanor hadn't changed much.

"My name is Y/n, by the way," I said nonchalantly while hiking next to him.

"Don't remember askin'." He responded, refusing to look at me. 

"Just thought you should know." I pouted at his cold response. "Since we are travelin' together and all that."

"Well, now I know." He said, finally looking over at me.

We made eye contact for a moment before he swiftly turned his gaze back to the trail ahead of us. 

"So...." I started. "You ain't gonna tell me your name."

"No." He sighed, obviously getting annoyed as he let out a small cough.

I bit my cheek as I buried my disappointment. "How far to Filly?" I asked quietly.

"About a day" He responded between coughs as he stopped and pulled out some Jet from his pack and added it to his inhaler. I watched, intrigued as he breathed it in deeply. His eyes slowly raked over my body like he was looking for a reaction, but I just gave him an awkward smile.

The two of us continued in silence. I wondered about what a ghoul's life was like. I never met a ghoul before him. How long does it take them to change? The Jet must help keep the side effects at bay. I wondered how long it helps for. What was his life like before he turned into a ghoul? I wished I could ask him, but if his reaction earlier was any indication, he wasn't interested in conversation. I was so lost in thought that I stopped paying attention to the world around me.

The next thing I knew I was squealing as I tripped over a rock and started to fall forward.

"God damn it." I heard him say as he swiftly caught me before I could faceplant into the dirt. He roughly pulled me up and helped me to my feet. 

My face burned with embarrassment. "Thank you," I mumbled out. 

He just scoffed in response before he started walking again. I followed close behind, pouting in silence. 

The rest of the day was quiet and uneventful, but as the day went on I started to get more and more agitated by his silence. Finally, we made camp.

As I gathered up the firewood and brought it back to camp I decided I had had enough. "I want to know your name," I said confidently, dropping the pile at his feet. 

"I want things too, you don't see me bitchin' about it." He mumbled back.

"You are going to be nicer to me, or I am going to leave," I demanded.

This caught his attention as his gaze quickly met mine. I could tell he was trying to gauge if I was serious or not. In all honestly, I wasn't, but I didn't want him to know that so I just stood there, unwavering. 

"You can try." He said menacingly, "But I ain't gonna let you." 

"So, what? I am just your prisoner now? You gonna keep me around till you get hungry?" I said, anger bubbling over in my chest. 

At this, he paused, a look of hurt flashed across his face. However, I was too caught up in my own emotions to notice it.

"Did I go from one man's prisoner to another's?" I asked.

Tears of frustration at his silence started to form in the corner of my eyes before I turned around, grabbed my bag, and stomped off. I didn't go far. I knew as soon as the sun came up I was going to go right back to following him around, so after about 10 minutes I sat up against a tree and let out a sigh. I knew I was acting childish, but in town, I genuinely thought I had made a friend in him. My father never let me have friends. I was forced to stay in the house and look after him and my brothers. I wasn't allowed to have a life of my own. I was naive to think that the ghoul would want to be my friend. As I started to drift off, I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I didn't bother looking because I knew it was him, coming to drag me back as promised.

"Cooper." He said, leaning against the other side of the tree.

"What?" I asked confused.

"My name, darlin'." He responded quietly.

We stayed there in silence for a couple of minutes before I spoke up.

"I was never going to leave," I admitted.

"I know." He said, letting out a small chuckle. "Now get your pretty ass back to camp."

I hummed quietly before grabbing my pack and getting up from the ground. I made my way to the other side of the tree so I could take a look at him. I could barely see him in the dark, but what I could see was eyes staring down at me. "Okay," I whispered.

-

The next day I woke up confused. There was no boot in my side, and Cooper was nowhere to be seen. "Cooper?" I said quietly. When I got no response. "COOPER?" I yelled into the forest. 

"Stop your hollering." I heard him say in the distance.

"Where did you go?" I asked breathlessly.

"Got myself some breakfast." He said nonchalantly as he held up a deformed rabbit while walking towards me.

"Why didn't you wake me? You always wake me." I asked, fear still evident across my face.

He was quiet for a moment before he responded quietly, "I was bein' nice." 

I stared at him in shock while he was trying to look anywhere but at my face. "Oh."

We sat around the fire in silence as he ate the rabbit, I tried not to watch because honestly? That rabbit looked disgusting. While I waited I picked up one of the sticks and drew some stick figures in the dirt. I tried my best to give one a cowboy hat, but I don't think Cooper noticed. Once he was finished we picked up our bags, stomped out the fire, and went on our way again.

After a couple more hours of silence, I decided to try to talk to him again.

"I think you have pretty eyes." I blurted out.

At this, he stopped in his tracks and stared at me like I grew another head. I started to get self-conscious as his gaze bore into me. He was a cocky man, by all means. However, it had been a LONG time since anything about him was considered pretty. 

I grimaced at his reaction "Sorry, I am not very good at conversation." I said sheepishly.

After a couple of minutes of silence, I decided to start walking in the general direction we were going earlier. I honestly had no idea where I was going, but I couldn't bear to stand there under his gaze any longer. After a minute, I could hear him trailing behind me and I felt the tension release from my body.

"No more compliments" I noted to myself.

We continued on in silence for some time before we could finally see Filly in the distance. My feet were raw and blistered from all the walking, so to finally see our destination was a welcome sight. 

I looked back at the ghoul and smiled, "We made it!" 

Much to my surprise, he had a matching smile on his face. I turned back around to Filly, excited to explore. I could feel his eyes on me as I skipped into town, stopping to look at all the stalls on my way past.

"So now what?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Now we wait, Darlin'." He chuckled in response. 

The idea of being there when he caught his bounty filled me with excitement. This was nothing like what I assumed my life would become when I ran away.

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[mindofadoll]

Imagine just being a good little student. That is until this jock chick starts bullying me. She takes my stuff, trips me in the hall and mocks me for getting a question right. Finally I had enough and corner her in the hall. I tell her to fuck off and that it's not my fault she's a future gas station attendant. I then attempt to walk away but she grabs me and drags me into the locker room. "You know what I heard little bitch the wimpiest of nerds are actually the biggest sluts on the inside. Your a little researcher, right ? How about we test this theory. "

Before I know it I'm shoved face first against the lockers. I feel her pull my panties up from the back until its straining against my cunt. I begin to moan a little as she whispers in my ear "You like that baby? You like when your panties rub against that clit how fucking pathetic! " she continues to pull on my panties until they ripped from my body.

I hear her laugh before flipping me over so that I'm facing her while she takes off my pants. With tears hot from anger I spit in her face. Which cause her to slap me hard which causes me to moan out. "You like that? Hmm" continues to slap me across the face over and over as I moan. In between slaps she sneaks a hand to my cunt. " Oh my so wet, what would mommy and daddy say if they saw their little academic scholar become a complete mess over a couple slaps." I turn away from her as she mocks me. "Hey I fucking asked you a question, what would they say? " despite my embarrassment I tell her to piss off.

In response she tears the rest of my clothes of my body before taking her pants off to reveal a huge cock that makes my eyes go wide. I begin to scream and thrash as she lines the head with my wet pussy. "Oh I like that reaction, let's see if your wet enough. " she say dipping her fingers inside of me and then a other and another until I'm full of her fingers. " Good girl! " as she takes her fingers out and lines up again I sobbing beg her not too, in response she smiles before pushing in.

I feel the alien feeling of being stretched out on her cock only for a second before she's slamming into me with earnest , as my head bangs against the locker I can't help but realise how good it feels. I begin to moan telling her I hate her and her stupid fucking cock! In response she chuckles as she says " Says the bitch pulling me back in. "

I feel as we both begin to get close. "Fuck this pussy to good! " as she continues to pound into me I feel as we both come over the edge. Sending her cum spilling into me. I figure it's over as we both catch our breath. But she just effortlessly picks me up and sets me on her cock as she lays on the bench. She then grips my hips before slamming me down on her cock at the same time she fucks up into me. I begin to scream It feels so fucking good.

"You like that huh? Like when I rearrange your pretty guts." as she continues her pace we both don't last long. I feel as she cums deep inside me just pushing the old cum deeper inside me. She then pulls me off only to shove her cock into my mouth, grunting as she fucks my mouth "Future gas station attendent huh well whose the one choking on my cock so prettily. " she continues grind into my mouth as I cry and choke.

"Taking me so well, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭. " she says punctuating even word with a thrust. Suddenly she pulls out of my my mouth and pushes me face first into the floor before plunging back into my cum filled pussy. At this point I'm to dizzy and cock drunk to do anything but moan and rock against her.

"God I guess that theory is true, right? " I feel her spank me hard across the ass "I asked you a fucking question, is it true ? " I sob out a pathetic yes as I drool on to the ground. "Then cum for me dumb slut, cum for me." She said her own voice dripping with closeness. I don't even mean to I just feel my whole body spasm as I fall over the edge milking more of her cum inside me. When we both calm down she pulls out and puts her pants on taking one look at my cum filled pussy dripping on to the floor. "Man, I hope your on the pill. Umm later" but before she can leave I grab the end of her Lettermans jacket and say 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

[lustfulslxt]

What Are You Doing Step Bro? - Chris Sturniolo

summary : you go on a small trip with your new “family”. you and chris, your stepbrother, test the waters and give into your deepest desires.

warnings : step siblings kink, breeding kink, swearing. think that's it, but probably not. NSFW

a/n : i do not want to hear a single thing about how they're related, it's incest, it's gross, it's weird -- whatever the fuck. there are absolutely no blood relations! if you're not into this kinda thing, simply shut up and keep scrolling while the rest of us get our rocks off :)))))))

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His wavy brown hair falls perfectly over his face as he packs his duffel bag. The moonlight illuminates his prominent cheekbones. His long eyelashes brush over his cheeks every time his eyes flutter, the cool light making his bright blue irises damn near glow. His sharp jaw clenches every time his mind runs back to this dreaded 'family' trip. His muscly arms flex with every movement he makes. Every so often, his tongue flicks over his pretty, pink lips. Oh, those lips, how badly I want to feel them dance across my skin. I shouldn't be thinking these kinds of things, but I can't help it. The way he carries himself, so confident and sexy.

It's been a year since our families moved in together. Him, his father, my mother, and me. Our parents got married out of the blue. Honestly, I hadn't even seen much of his father before they announced their engagement, so, it was a surprise they had sprung on us. Then, abruptly uprooting us from our own lives just to come together as a supposed family. We're not family.

His father tries too hard, and Chris is just a douchebag. We bicker so much, yet I can't help but feel extremely attracted to him. There's no doubt in my mind, if he wasn't my stepbrother, I would have been pounced. When we're arguing about who's turn it is for the bathroom, sometimes, I imagine locking us in there and jumping his bones. I know I'm not imagining things, there's an extreme tension between us. However, there's nothing I can do about it.

"Have you even started packing?" His deep voice snaps me from my spiraling thoughts.

I scoff, "Of course, I'm not an idiot. I don't wait until the last minute to do things, like you."

He shakes his head, a smirk pulling to his luscious lips. "I make it work, sweetheart. Just cause you like to be the obedient good little girl."

I turn my head away from him to hide the flush in my cheeks, "Don't call me that."

"Which one?" His smirk grows, "Sweetheart? Or good little girl?"

"Don't call me either of them!" I snap, fulling turning my body to the opposite side of the room.

I can feel my skin burning with desire. I mentally curse myself at my bodily reactions to his simple, yet teasing words. He knows what he's doing, and it's driving me mad. I huff a little before walking off in the direction of my bedroom, his faint chuckling being heard before I close my door.

I jump onto my bed, my limbs sprawling out, and look up at the ceiling. My lips curve upwards, a shit eating grin planting itself on my face. God, I hate him. More so, I hate that I don’t hate him. I hate that I want him as bad as I do. It’s not right.

I spend the rest of the night lying in bed, scrolling through various social medias to keep my mind off of the boy in the room right next to mine. It only seems to work half of the time, my stupid brain continuously wanders back to him. Ugh, why would my mother do this to me? She knows how much I lack self control.

—

The next morning, I spend the first couple of hours getting last minute things ready for our trip. Maybe I lied to Chris last night, saying I had already packed. He doesn’t need to know.

I just got out of the shower and into my room, still wrapped in a towel. I sit on my bed, letting myself cool off and air dry a little bit. After a few minutes of doing nothing, I stand up to dry my hair, only realizing my blow dryer is in the bathroom. I groan and make my way back out into the hall, but when I get to the bathroom door, I realize the shower is running. Of course he’d be in there when I need to grab stuff. After a split second of pondering, I decide to just quickly grab my blow dryer and my brush.

Upon opening the door, steam flows out of the bright room, and I can feel the humidity in there. I scurry to the counter, quickly grabbing my things, when I pause. My eyes staring into the mirror, solely focused on the scene behind me. Our shower door is clear, and though it’s foggy, I can still see right through it.

There, Chris is, in all his glory. His body glistens, water steadily pouring down over him. His hair is stuck to his forehead, his head tilted down while he lets the water run over him. His lean body curving in all the right places. My eyes involuntarily follow his figure down, locking right below his waist. My mouth waters at the sight. His dick hangs down, the same color as his lips, definitely above average. Even from far away, I can see the veins running along side it. My mouth slightly parts at the sight.

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me all day, or you gonna get in?” He asks, his head still facing the floor.

I gasp, slightly embarrassed that he caught me staring at him. “Don’t be weird!”

“Says the one looking at me like she wants to take a bite.” He chuckles, finally turning his head in my direction.

My face catches fire, the rosy shade deepening the longer we make eye contact. I force myself to look away, quickly grabbing my things and running out of there. How humiliating.

Shutting myself in my room, I pause and let out a deep breath. Before I can help it, another grin makes its way to my face. Wow, he’s hung. I shake my head, trying to rid my mind of certain thoughts. Why am I like this?

I set my stuff on my desk, plugging the blow dryer in to get to work. Making sure my towel is securely wrapped around my chest, I start to dry my hair, brushing through it as I go. My hair is super thick, so it usually takes a good minute to fully dry and get it how I like it.

The loud machine blasts in my ears, so loud that I hadn’t notice the presence in my room. The feeling of warm fingertips brushing the back of my thigh, right below my towel, causes me to jump and shriek in fear, my towel falling in the process. I quickly turn around to be met with Chris and his infamous smirk. I hurriedly bend down, yanking my towel back up to cover myself, but it’s too late. He already saw everything, and it’s evident on his features.

“What are you doing?” I squeal.

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence. “You can look at me, but I can’t look at you? That’s not fair, is it?”

“Chris.” I say, swallowing my nerves. “What do you want?”

He grins, flashing his pearly white teeth. “I’m not too sure I’m allowed to answer that. But I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I open my mouth to say something, yet fall short of words. I can’t speak, I can’t even think. He licks his lips and steps closer to me, his hand now brushing against the front of my thigh, just below the towel. My breath hitches in my throat, my skin tingling underneath his touch. He flattens his whole palm against my thigh, leaning in even closer to me.

“Chris!” His dad’s voice calls out from somewhere on the farther side of the house.

He tsks, his lips brushing against my ear, “I guess you’ll have to find out another time, sweetheart.”

Without another word, he walks off, leaving me standing there with a slack jaw as I stare into the distance. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want him. He’s actually going to be the death of me. He makes it so easy to want to be bad.

I swallow, attempting to lubricate my now dry throat, and get back to getting ready. The entire time, Chris and the way his skin felt on mine never leaving my thoughts. In fact, I spent the remainder of my morning fantasizing about what it would be like to have him. All of him. Safe to say, I had to change my panties before leaving my room.

—

It's been a couple of hours since my little run in with Chris. For the most part, I've managed to keep myself occupied to keep him off of my mind. Yet, every now and then, I can feel my thoughts slipping into a steamy abyss filled with erotic fantasies involving my stepbrother. We're all getting ready to leave, taking trips out to the car, filling it with all of our bags and whatnot.

"The resort just called." My mother announces as we all gather at the front door. "Our room is ready for us."

"Splendid! Let's get this show on the road!" Chris' dad cheers, running off to the car with my mom.

Chris and I watch them before looking at each other. A sly smirk pulls to his lips, yet again, and he nods ahead of him. "After you, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes at the nickname and walk towards the backseat of the car. Whistling rings through the air, causing me to snap my head back. Chris is standing in the same spot, looking me up and down with his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Pervert." I mumble, lifting myself onto the seat and start crawling over towards the opposite side of the car.

Before I can even get to my seat, I leap forward with a yelp emitting from my mouth. My head shoots back, my eyes locking with Chris'. He's got that same devilish grin on his face that makes me want to drop my panties.

"What's wrong?" My mom asks from the front seat.

"He-" I start, only to be cut off by Chris.

"She hit her knee on the door."

I glare at him as he climbs in next to me. He shoots me a wink, which I only huff at. I lean over and pinch his arm, causing him to yank it away from me.

"What was that for?" He questions.

"You pinched my ass!" I whisper shout, appalled by his behavior, yet at the same time, turned on.

"Don't act like you didn't like it." He whispers back, his tongue running over his teeth.

I simply shut up, unable to disagree because he's right. I did like it. In fact, I loved it. I roll my eyes once more, annoyance flooding my veins. Not annoyed at him, more so at myself for being so affected by him. It's not right. I close my eyes and lean my head against the window, hoping sleep overcomes me.

I don't know how long it's been before my eyes flutter open, the sound of faint music waking me. My eyes squint, adjusting to the streetlamps that shine as we pass by them. I'm suddenly very aware of a warmth to my right. Looking over, I see Chris sat next to me rather than the opposite window like he was before.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice coming out in a low tone.

He looks over at me with furrowed eyebrows, "Minding my business. You should try it sometime, baby."

"Don't be a dick. I just woke up and you're basically sitting on top of me." I scoff, spreading my legs to push his away from me and give myself more room.

That might not have been a good idea. Chris' eyes trail down my body, boring into my parted thighs. I can practically see the gears turning in his head. He, yet again, smirks at me, licking his lips.

He leans into my ear, his warm breath fanning my ear, his voice husky. "Admit it, sweetheart. You'd love it if I was on top of you."

His hand brushes the top of my thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing my bare skin. I have to bite my lip to hold back the breathy moan that threatens to escape due to his words and his touch. When I don't say anything, his hand presses more firmly into me. Very slowly, his hand trails higher and higher, applying the same amount of pressure the whole way up. Today would be the day that I chose to wear a skirt.

My eyes are wide as I watch his hand, my lips slightly parting. I can feel the heat rushing to my face, as well as my core. I feel like I'm on fire. I quickly look at him and notice his gaze hasn't wavered from my face, his brain soaking in my reaction to his movements, trying to burn the image in his mind, so he never forgets it.

A shaky breath leaves my mouth as his hand slides under my skirt, disappearing to do God knows what. I'm stuck in place, not daring to move. I want to see how far he's going to take this; I don't want him to stop. I let out a small gasp as his fingers make contact with my clothed pussy. But just as quick as they're there, a voice moves through the air, and they're gone.

"Are you guys hungry?" His dad asks us, completely oblivious to what his son was doing.

Chris looks at me, awaiting an answer. I gulp, shaking my head, "N-no."

A small chuckle leaves Chris' mouth, his lips brushing against my ear. "I can feel how wet you are. Makes me want to bend you over the console and devour you."

"Oh my God." I mutter, my ears growing hot as I squeeze my legs shut and turn as much as I can to the door.

There's no way I can make it through this trip, absolutely no way. If he keeps this up, I'm going to lose it. I don't even know what he's trying to get out of this. Is he trying to humiliate me? Does he actually want to fuck? I groan, tossing my head back. I'm so screwed.

--

After what felt like the longest car ride of my life, we finally get to our destination. Our parents wanted to stop a get something to eat, so it took even longer to get to the hotel. We make our way inside, bags on top of bags in our hands. After we get checked in, my mom hands me a room key.

"You guys can head up, me and Jerry are going to make a quick pitstop." She informs Chris and me.

I look at her with an 'are you serious?' look, before my eyes subconsciously advert to Chris. He smiles at her and nods, letting them walk off to wherever. I keep my mouth shut and head to the elevators, him following my tail.

We get to the elevator and only have to wait a moment before the doors open. Walking inside, I glance at the room key to confirm the floor level. Without a word, I press the number '6', the doors shutting almost instantly.

"You know-" Chris begins, a slight curve on his lips. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but I can see it all over you. You want me as bad as I want you."

I harshly swallow, looking for the right words to say. Again, I'm left stuck stupid. How does he do this? The simplest statements leave me dazed and practically malfunctioning. He slowly walks over to me, backing me into the wall. I stare up at him, anticipating his every move. His body is pressed firmly against mine, causing me to shiver. His face is millimeters from mine. He lifts his free hand, wrapping it around my neck. My breath catches in my throat, my core throbbing at the small yet extreme gesture.

His fingertips slowly trail upwards, grazing over my chin. His thumb rubs across my lips, putting pressure on my bottom one and gently pulling it down. My lips are parted for just a moment before my bottom lips bounces back after he removes his finger. His hand grasps my jaw, his face inching closer and closer to mine.

"I'm going to destroy you." He whispers against my lips.

Before anything else can take place, the elevator dings and the doors open, snapping me from the trance he always seems to put me in. I quickly compose myself and scurry out of there, following the signs on the walls to get to our room. Once I get there, I swipe the card, running in the second the light clicks green. Chris has to catch the door with his foot, because I was not waiting for him.

Getting in, I take my time to admire the place. Everything looks so elegant and luxury. Since our parents are off doing whatever, I take the liberty to choose my bedroom for the week. The first one I walk into is amazing, and I'm satisfied with it. Tossing my bags at the foot of the bed, I lay back on it, stretching my limbs out. My short-lived peace disturbed when Chris comes strolling in with his bags.

"I already got dibs on this room." I say, pushing myself up on my elbows.

He snickers, "Jokes on you, we're roomies now."

"Excuse me?" I gape at him, "Yeah, no."

"Actually, we are. This is a two-bedroom suite."

"Are you serious right now?" I frown.

He hums, "Mhm. As serious as I was about what I said in the elevator."

My face grows hot, and I have to purse my lips to prevent them from curving up into a smile. I'm actually terrible, because why do I love this?

"We're here!" My mom's voice sounds from the living room of the suite.

I let out a breath, slightly relieved, yet slightly disappointed. I'm so conflicted. I can't help but want all the time in the world with Chris, but also never want to be alone with him. I can feel myself losing control, ready to give into the strong temptation. He's not making it easy either.

"I see you guys picked your room." Jerry grins, peeking his head in with a smile.

"As in we have to share?" I question.

"Yeah. I thought your mom told you."

I don't miss Chris' smirk as he listens to us, clearly enjoying the idea of sharing a room. I don't understand why my mother hates me. How could she sign me up for this without even talking to me about it?

"We're all family now, it's no big deal." I hear her chime in as she rounds the corner.

"Yeah, right." I mutter, my face falling at the simple statement.

It's just a slap in the face, a reminder that Chris and I can never be. Regardless of whatever type of relation, it just can't happen. I'll never see them as family, but my mother clearly does. Maybe it's best not to tempt anything.

"I call the right side." Chris smiles at me, our parents now long gone.

"Nice try. You're getting the floor or the couch." I roll my eyes.

He laughs, "Good one, sweetheart. Admit it, you can't wait to share a bed with me."

I only glare at him, a slight pout on my face.

"Cheer up, baby. Just wait until you see I sleep naked." He mutters in my ear, before leaving.

"Fuck me." I whisper to myself, already knowing I'm in for it tonight.

--

After unpacking my things, I head out into the living room. My mother and Jerry are sitting on the sofa, so I take the loveseat. I sit sideways, kicking my legs up across the rest of it. I cross my arms, relaxing, sinking into the plush cushions. Looking around, I notice the both of them are dressed up. Did we have plans that I'm not aware of?

"Are we going somewhere?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Oh, no." Jerry shakes his head, "I'm taking your mom out tonight. You and Chris will have the place to yourselves."

Just as he says that Chris strolls around the loveseat. He lifts my feet and sits down, placing them on his lap. I go to pull back, but his grip on me is firm. Without a word, his hands are kneading the soft tissue of my feet. I look up at him, my eyes almost submissive, cause why is he being like this?

"When are you guys leaving?" Chris asks them. 

"Our reservation is at 8."

I glance at the time on my phone, "It's 7:15 now."

They both gasp in unison, instantly getting up to rush out the door.

"You're leaving?!" I shriek, now realizing I'll be left alone with the devil himself.

"Yes, honey. You'll be fine." My mom pats my arm. "You'll have Chris to keep you company. Help yourselves to whatever."

"Make sure you take care of her." Jerry points a finger at his son.

Chris smirks, eyes locking with mine. "You know I will."

I gulp, my eyes watching them leave as they call out quick 'I love you's'. The sound of the door clicking shut practically rattles my brain, my breathing slightly labored. I feel so nervous, already knowing it's going to be a long night.

"Want to watch a movie?" Chris asks me.

My eyes widen in surprise, that's probably the most normal thing he's said to me all day. He's been super flirty and seductive, and it's working so bad. I've never been so conflicted in my life. I know it's not right, and if anyone were to see what's happening, we'd certainly be locked away, but I can't help it. I'm yearning for him. His sultry words and lustful touches leave me throbbing every single time. I feel like I'm going to explode in his presence.

"I'll take that as a yes." He says, before teasing, "Unless you had something else in mind."

I groan, "Just put something on. I need a water."

I get up and saunter to the kitchen, my insides burning at the thought of what can occur tonight. I feel like it's inevitable. At this rate, if he keeps going, I'm folding like origami. I open the fridge and grab two waters out, immediately opening one and downing half of it. I have to practically mentally prepare myself just to go back in there. Once I do, I notice Chris now sitting in the middle of the loveseat. I choose not to say anything this time and simply sit beside him.

He already has a movie started, so we sit in silence as it plays out in front of us. The entire time, my mind is elsewhere. I can't focus on the movie at all. I keep crossing and uncrossing my legs, feeling uncomfortable. I can't get Chris' words out of my head.

I'm going to destroy you.

Oh, how badly I wish for that right now. His hands caressing every inch of my body. His mouth tasting every bit of skin. His body flush against mine. His dick stretching me in all the right ways, drilling into my sweet spot over and over and over. I have to clench my thighs, the inner turmoil growing. I feel like the air around us is thick, making it almost impossible to breathe. Tension running high between us. Surprisingly, we make it through the movie without any slick remarks or unwarranted touches. Part of me is bummed, yet I force the disappointment down, knowing it's for the best.

"Are you hungry?" Chris asks as we both get up from the sofa.

I shake my head, knowing I won't be able to eat with my current state. "No. I think I'm just gonna shower and hit the sheets."

He nods, "Okay."

I walk into our room, grabbing a towel and heading to the conjoined bathroom. I just need a quick shower to soothe me. The sexual frustration built up in me is almost unbearable, I feel feral. After turning the water on and letting it heat up, I strip from my clothes and get in. I stand underneath the showerhead, the hot water trickling down my skin. I stay there, eyes closed, trying to force the craving for Chris away. After a moment, I quickly wash up, then get out.

The bathroom is foggy, steam wafting through the air. The mirror is covered in condensation, I'm unable to see myself. I dry off, wrapping the towel around my body and heading out into the room. I pause in my steps, seeing Chris sprawled out on the bed.

"Sorry. Didn't think you'd be in here." I mutter, suddenly self-conscious being in just a towel.

"All good, sweetheart." He replies, his eyes scanning over me. "Come join me."

I swallow, "I have to get dressed."

"Come here." He repeats, his eyes dark with what I can only assume is lust. 

I stand still, staring at him. I'm actually contemplating crawling into bed with my stepbrother, naked. There's no way I'm doing this. I keep cursing myself in my head as my feet bring me to the side of the bed that he's lying on. I stand there, looking down at him while he stares up at me. His hand comes out, his fingertips brushing against the hem of the towel, just like before. My heart is beating out of my chest right now, I wouldn't be surprised if it just exploded.

I'm taken by surprise when he swiftly grabs ahold of my wait, pulling me onto his lap. My thighs straddle his, my hands nervously keeping hold of my towel in attempt to keep it secure. However, my efforts prove futile when his hands grab the top of it, slowly unraveling it and letting it fall from my torso. I feel dizzy, my entire chest exposed to him. My stomach tightens, my veins flooded with anticipation.

"You're so pretty." He whispers, his fingers running over my abdomen.

"Thank you." I whisper back, my desire for him taking over me completely.

I can't think of anything else except for this moment right now, and what's bound to take place. His hands run up my arms and I can feel the goosebumps littering my skin. My breathing is erratic, I can't focus.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asks, his head tilted slightly.

I shake my head, unable to form words.

"Are you lying to me?"

My mouth has run dry. I can't even speak. My mind is hazy with lust. I want him so bad. I can feel the wetness pooling in between my legs, my core aching for his touch. He licks his lips as his eyes rake over my body. His hands run over my shoulders and down my chest, inevitably taking hold of my breasts. I can't help the whimper that falls from my lips. Finally. He grips the plush skin, squeezing gently yet firm. He moves them in circular motions, his palms applying just the right pressure to my sensitive buds.

"So perfect." He mumbles, his voice raspy.

My head lolls to the side, indulging in the feeling of his hands on me. My eyes flutter closed as he continues to knead them. A gasp slips from me when I feel his warm, wet mouth wrap around one of my nipples. My back involuntarily arches into him, his face full of chest. His touch becomes hungrier, his mouth now harshly sucking while his fingers work the opposite tit. Soft moans escape my mouth, my pussy throbbing for him.

He pulls away from my chest, his hands gliding up my back. I can feel his bulge beneath me, and I have to fight the urge to grind against it. He suddenly pulls me down, an abrupt moan emitting from my throat as the quick movement causes his dick to rub against my clit. His hand grabs ahold of my jaw, pulling my face into his.

He stares at my face, his eyes trying to read my emotions. "Say you want this."

I nod.

"Say it."

"I want this." I reply, my voice quiet yet sure.

With that, his lips smash into mine. Our mouths move together, hungry and feverish. Our tongues fighting for dominance, taking turns exploring one another's mouths. Our heads turn every which way, allowing more access. Our teeth clash together, saliva practically dripping out of our mouths. My hands run through his hair while his run along my body, pulling me impossibly closer.

Without one swift motion, I'm lying on my back with Chris towering over me. My towel is now completely removed, lying next to us on the bed. His hand turns my head to the side, his mouth now working on my neck. His tongue licking over the skin, teeth biting down, sucking every part. My breathing is quick, my body tingling with a burning sensation, desperate for more.

"Chris." I breathe out in a whine.

He hums, "Mm, I knew you couldn't resist me."

"Please." I whine again.

"Begging me like such a good girl, just like I said." He smirks against my skin, moving down my chest.

My hands grip at the back of his shirt, tugging at it, wanting to feel his skin on mine. He gets the hint and sits up, removing it with ease. His hands move down to his sweats, yanking the drawstring loose. In one quick movement, he's left in his boxers. I can see his dick fighting against his boxers, begging to be released. I can't help but reach out and palm him through the cloth.

He tosses his head back with a low moan, "Fuck."

His hand reaches forward, spreading my legs open for him. My pussy on show, leaking with arousal. He's practically drooling at the sight before him. His fingers trail up my thigh in an agonizingly slow pace, leaving my hips thrusting up for just the slightest touch.

"So needy." He smirks, "Such a naughty girl."

Finally, his fingers make contact with my aching clit, eliciting a long moan from me. He rubs it in slow circles, making my body tremble with every movement. He stops for a brief moment as he plunges a finger into my entrance, my body jolting from the sudden sensation.

"So, fucking wet." He groans in contentment.

His finger continues pumping in and out me with his thumb rubbing my clit, and I can't help but grind into his hand. It feels so good, but I want more. To my dissatisfaction, he pulls away, leaving me to cry out at the loss of pleasure. I watch as he pulls his boxers off, tossing them with his sweatpants. His fully erect dick flies up, slapping his stomach. His tip is an angry red, needy for stimulation. I saw it in the shower, but now, up close and personal, I am clenching, ready to wrap around him.

His hands grip my hips, flipping me onto my side. He takes ahold of my thigh, hiking it up for better access. His opposite hand grabs ahold of his cock, stroking it before rubbing the tip through my folds. I bite my lip, my stomach tightening, bracing for penetration, my pussy desperate for it. He slowly sinks into me, fully bottoming out. My jaw falls slack, my mouth vocalizing a drawled-out moan. He shudders inside of me, his eyes closing at the feeling of my pussy snugly swallowing him.

His thrusts are slow and hard, setting a rhythm. One of my hands clench the sheets, the other one rubbing his stomach. My eyes squeeze shut, the pressure instantly building in my stomach. I've been waiting for this all day. His free hand runs up my back and around my chest, harshly squeezing my tit. Lewd moans fill the room; him grunting with every deep thrust, constant whines falling from my lips.

"Taking me so well. Just like a good little slut." He says, his hand moving from my boob to my neck.

His strokes pick up in speed, the bed shaking with every thrust. The knot in my stomach continues to grow, my orgasm sneaking up on me faster than ever. He's fucking me so good. I can't hold back the noises he's pulling out of me. The tip of his dick jams into my sweet spot with just the right amount of force. I'm unraveling fairly quickly. It's so wrong but it feels so right.

"Yes, right there." I cry out, clenching around him. "F-fuck, fuck, fuck."

"You close, baby? Gonna cum all over my cock, hm?" He groans out, his body leaning over mine.

"Fuck y-yes. God, please don't stop." I moan, my loud voice bouncing off the walls.

He starts fucking into me even faster, the pleasure almost overwhelming. "I don't plan on it."

My legs shake below him, my knuckles gripping the sheets until they're white. His breath on the back of my neck, his moaning in my ear, both sending me over the edge. My body convulses as euphoria takes over. Pornographic moans leave my mouth as I clench around him, letting go. My juices flowing out, completely coating his dick and dripping down the both of us.

"You feel so good." He whines, "Made just for me."

The bliss is at an all-time high, my mind completely fogged with lust for him. I never want this night to end.

"Mm, want you to fill me up." I whine, pushing back onto him, meeting his thrusts.

His hips sputter as he moans, "Yeah? Filthy little slut wants her stepbrother's baby in her?"

I can't even respond, my mouth hung open as screams leave it. It happens so suddenly, another wave of pleasure washing over me at his words. My hand clings to him, wanting to feel all of him. I'm trembling underneath him as my second orgasm hits. His groans grow louder as his thrusts grow sloppy. With just a few more strokes, his body is heaving over mine as he empties himself inside of me. He pumps a few more times, before completely pulling out and sitting back. Both of us struggle to catch our breaths, exerted from that entire moment.

Suddenly, I'm crying out again as he shoves two fingers into me, pushing his cum back in. "Aht, aht! Can't have that."

I'm still shaking with aftershocks when he lies down beside me, his fingers making their way to my lips and into my mouth. My tongue glides over them, sucking off our mixture. He pulls them away with a groan and turns my head towards his. He places another kiss on my lips; hard and passionate.

"We should probably get dressed." I breathe out after a minute.

"No, just stay like this for a little bit longer. I'll make sure it's taken care of before they get back." He whispers, pulling me into him.

I want to protest, but I'm tired and the thought of sleeping in his arms makes my stomach flutter. So, that's what I do.

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a/n : ah bye why do i need this so bad? hope you like it! if it's not for you, just shut up k thanks xx

[bookyeom]

campfire - bsk

pairing: seungkwan x reader word count: 1.7k warnings: the tiniest mention of blood at the beginning request prompt: "What are we to each other?"

A/N: Thanks so much for all the support for my 700 follower celebration. You guys rock! I'm doing my best to get through the requests, but there were way more than I anticipated so bear with me!

"I’m bleeding," you wince. You sit down on one of the rocks, turning your foot to assess the damage. A small trail of blood leads from your ankle to your pinky toe, and you let out a little whine. "Gross."

Who’s idea was it to go on a hike at 5:30am, anyway? 

Yours. Right. It was your idea. 

You’d thought some of your friends would join you – you’re on a week-long cottage vacation. Why would you not immerse yourself in the nature all around you? But only one person had signed up to tag along – the one you thought liked you the least. You don’t even know if you would consider him a friend.

The hike had been mostly silent, awkward even – and then, like an idiot, you’d gone and tripped. 

Seungkwan wastes no time, immediately crouching down on the ground in front of you. He motions for you to put your foot up on his knee and you oblige, wincing again as you move. You can’t help but watch his face as he assesses the injury. His hair is messy from the wind, and parts of it are falling across his forehead as he leans forward. He looks kind of beautiful in this element, you have to admit. All sweaty and flushed from the exertion. You try and fail to suppress a shiver as his fingers run across your skin, and his eyes meet yours in concern. 

"Did that hurt?" 

You feel your cheeks heat up as you shake your head no, before breaking his gaze and looking back down at your foot. You watch as he pulls off his backpack, resisting the urge to comment on the fact that he has a first-aid kit in there (because of course he does), even though that’s what you do. You and Seungkwan are just that – two people who happen to have the same friends, and bicker over the dumbest shit. But right now, with the way he looks so soft and concerned, his lower lip between his teeth in concentration, you can’t find it in you to make a snarky comment. 

You’ve been finding it harder and harder to do that lately, if you’re being honest with yourself. You don’t know when it started to happen, but the teasing between the two of you just makes you feel warm all over now, instead of irritated like it used to. You’re starting to resent the way he makes you smile.

“This will hurt.” Seungkwan’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you nod, unable to find your voice as he presses a piece of peroxide-soaked cotton onto the affected area. You hiss at the pain, and his free hand gives your calf a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “It’s not sprained,” he tells you, “but it’s going to hurt like a bitch. You should be okay to walk on it, but we should definitely head back.”

He starts packing up his bag again, and you wish that you could find something, anything to say. You know a thank you is in order, but all you can manage is, “Since when did you become an expert in sprained ankles?”

Seungkwan snorts, but he doesn’t so much as flinch while he continues to put his things back in his bag. “Being the captain of the volleyball team has its perks, I guess.”

“And co-captain of the badminton and table tennis teams.”

That makes him look up. His eyes are wide in surprise, and you try to ignore how flushed you’ve suddenly become under his gaze. “Yeah,” he says slowly, “I didn’t know you even knew that about me.”

You can’t help the defense that shoots back up as you retort, “What do you mean? It’s all you talk about. We get it, you’re sporty.”

“Right.” His lack of response to your quip has you flustered. He simply hums, stands up and slings his backpack over his shoulders. “Can you walk on your own?”

You feel stupid all of a sudden. “I think so,” you respond, dejected by the weird energy between the two of you, and you can feel Seungkwan’s eyes on you as you stand, testing the weight on your foot. “I’m good, just go slow.”

You don’t talk to Seungkwan for the rest of the afternoon. He disappears when you make it back to the house, and all you get from him over lunch are some smiles and a giggle when you guffaw at Mingyu tripping on his own shoes. You spend the afternoon hanging out with Vernon and Seungcheol in the library, ankle propped up as you read in silence. 

A campfire is on the agenda for dinner, and you're told to sit back and relax as things are brought out from the cottage. You’re entertained from your seat by Seokmin and Mingyu as they begin cooking, and the rest of your group comes out one by one. The sun is beginning to set, and the sky is a beautiful array of blues, pinks and purples when Seungkwan sits in the chair next to you.

“How’s the ankle?”

“It’s fine,” you manage, and he nods. He settles in, eyes on the fire, and you can’t help but gawk at him. He chose to sit next to you?

The evening passes without much more chatter between the two of you. Your other friends are entertaining as always, and the time slips away peacefully until Jeonghan announces his early retirement, and others begin to follow suit. The fire is dwindling when Chan, Soonyoung and Seokmin announce that they’re headed in, leaving just you and Seungkwan, and you’re about to ask Seokmin to help you back to the house when Seungkwan interjects.

“I’ll help them.”

You flush at the chorus of oohs and ahhs that echo through the remaining group, but Seungkwan doesn’t even flinch, already maneuvering his chair in front of yours. 

“Come on,” he pats his thigh, “let me see.”

“Seungkwan…” 

He hums, focused on the task at hand. It’s quiet now as he stops fidgeting with the bandage, moving instead to gently massage the sore area around the wound. His touch is gentle but firm, and you feel electricity shoot through you. You’re holding your breath, and you feel a little dizzy; there are goosebumps on your leg from where he’s touching you. It’s not cold out, so you know you can’t blame it on that. It’s quiet, and all you can hear are the murmurs and occasional laughter of your friends in the distance, and the dying fire. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your question comes out harsher than you mean for it to, and you wince.

Seungkwan looks up at that, his fingers stilling on your skin. He’s silent for a moment, processing. “What, helping you?” He sounds incredulous, and you shrink a little bit back into yourself. He begins to gently press his fingers into the muscle of your ankle again, his eyes falling back to his work as he adds, “Didn't know you thought so lowly of me.” 

“It’s not as if you like me either, Seungkwan.” You wish you could pull your ankle away from him without it hurting, wish you could find a way to hide from whatever this conversation is about to be — but you can’t. 

Seungkwan shakes his head, the disbelieving huff of a laugh escaping his lips as he does. “Unbelievable.”

You cross your arms, defensive. “What?”

Despite being obviously annoyed, Seungkwan is gentle as he sets your foot back on the ground. “Nothing. Just let me help you back to the house, alright?”

You stare at him in disbelief as he stands, moving his chair back to its place before he holds out an arm to you. “No. What? You’ve got to be kidding me, Seungkwan.”

He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight as looks away from you and mutters, “Fine. Get back to the house on your own.”

“That’s not…” You fight back the sudden urge to cry, blinking rapidly. “Seungkwan.”

Something in your voice makes him turn back to you, and now his own arms are crossed in defense. “What, Y/N?”

“I…” You don’t even know what you mean to say, really, and it takes a moment before you whisper softly, “What are we to each other?” 

You can tell he’s surprised by your question. His eyes widen as he straightens. “I… I don’t know,” he admits honestly. “But I can’t figure out why you don’t like me.”

His admittance lingers in the air around you, and your mouth falls open as you process. “Do you like me?” 

Seungkwan’s hand lifts to run over his face as he sits back in his chair. He’s embarrassed, you realize, and your heart stutters over itself in your chest. “I mean, yeah, but I just meant — you think that I hate you or something, but I don’t, even though you don’t like me —“

“I like you,” you blurt out, cutting him off before he can ramble any further. “I thought that you didn’t like me because you’re always so competitive and want to beat me at everything, and you never seem excited to see me or try to talk to me at parties, so I just… gave up on trying to make you like me.” 

Seungkwan lets out a whine. “You intimidate me! You’re good at everything and yes, I’m competitive, but you’re an equal match and that’s so hot. But I thought you didn’t like me, so I didn’t try, either.”

“Oh my god,” you say after a moment. 

You stare at one another in the dim firelight for a moment. And then you both begin to giggle.

“Are we going to ignore that you called me hot?”

Seungkwan stumbles a bit, the arm he has slung around your shoulders tripping you up a little bit too, but he quickly catches himself. You bite back a smile. “Yes. Yes we are.”

“Why? I think you’re hot, too.”

Seungkwan fully stops the two of you now, turning to you with an exaggerated pout. You can just make out his features in the light from the cabin up ahead, and he looks so cute you could cry. “Don’t tease me,” he whines.

“I’m serious,” you tell him honestly. He looks away, but you can see the shy smile that’s formed on his face. 

“Fine,” he says as he begins to walk again. “We can talk more about that inside.”

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[barefoothighlander]

cards on the table - i

summary: soap and ghost place bets on who can sleep with you first

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader x john ‘soap’ mactavish

warnings: mdni (18+), mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, objectification, sexting, ooc!ghost

a/n: I’m sorry this idea would NOT leave my brain, this is shameless fulfillment of my own sick mind, not proofread

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Your throat burns with the sting of liquor, a warmth beginning to spread across your skin as your hand is pulled by your friend Mia, dragging you towards the small dancefloor. The pub you had chosen to visit wasn’t renowned for being a place of large gatherings that required grand movements but you made it work, swinging around the floor to some old classic rock song you had heard before but couldn’t remember the lyrics to, laughing to yourself when you’d trip slightly over your own feet. You were visiting Mia in England, she lived there while you remained back home in North America, you hold her at arm's length, smiling before pulling her in for a hug that almost sends the both of you tumbling to the ground, your back colliding with a man behind you causing him to spill his drink a little.

You turn to him, “I’m so sorry, it was an accident please, let me buy you another” you plead to which he simply responds with a sod of through gritted teeth, whispering a quiet alright then to yourself before turning back to Mia, the two of you consumed in a fit of laughter, you rest your hands on her shoulders,

“God I’ve missed you”

She smiles, pulling you tight to her frame. “I’m gonna get another drink,” she says as you nod, watching her leave you alone on the dancefloor. You glance around the pub, not failing to notice two pairs of eyes practically burning a hole into you, you turn away quickly, moving to leave the floor but your path is blocked by a group of men standing shoulder to shoulder, you try to pardon yourself but the music is too loud, it’s no use, defeated you turn back around and walk the other way, trying to ignore the way the men's gaze follows you, you seat yourself at a booth near the back of the pub.

“Steamin’ Jesus LT, look at that lass” Soap nudges his head towards you, hips swaying on the dancefloor.

“She’s nothing special” Ghost states,

Johnny sighs, “Not that one” He grabs Ghost's shoulder, directing his focus toward you and pointing, “That one”

Ghost’s mind freezes, his eyes glued to you, you’re practically glowing under the lights, carelessly dancing to the music like it was just you in the room.

“Think I could get a shag outta her?” Soap asks, smirking to himself

Ghost turns to him, “Not on your life Sargeant”

“Ah, you want that one all to yourself? How about a bet?”

Ghost mulls it over for a minute, eyes falling back to you as your smile beams from your laughter, fuck it. “What’d you have in mind, Johnny”

Soaps grins, “Even playing field, first to get her in bed wins”

“You’re on”

You’re twiddling your thumbs, waiting for Mia to return before your eyes flick up, landing on his form as he slides into the other side of the booth.

“Hi, couldna help but notice your friend leaving you all alone”

You scrunch your brows, “No she's-” You lean your head beside the booth as you watch Mia's form grow further away, arms linked with a man “-right, there” you laugh a little.

“You’re quite the dancer” Soap says

Your cheeks flush with heat, your hands moving to cover your face, “You saw that, so embarrassing” you say shaking your head.

“Nah, it was sexy”

You pull your hands down slightly, eyes locking onto his,

“I’m Johnny,” he says extending a hand toward you, you take it with your own, introducing yourself. “So how’d a pretty girl like you end up here”

You stifle a laugh, “You use that line on all the girls?”

“Only the good-looking ones,” He says winking, forcing a huff of laughter from you. “I’m serious, we dinnae get many girls like you around here”

“I can tell,” you say, glancing over to see Ghost sitting alone at his table, a glass of whiskey in hand as he watches you like a hawk, it sends shivers down your spine.  You turn back and Johnny is ordering drinks for the two of you, “You like scotch?”

“I do, it doesn’t like me though,” you say and he smiles. The two of you sit having small talk for a few minutes before you feel your drinks catch up to you.

“I’m just gonna step outside for some air, s’to stuffy in here” You smile at Soap and make your way out, desperate for a breath. The cold air hits you, cooling the heat of your skin, you turn to move against the outer wall before colliding into a firm obstacle, eyes on the ground you see feet,

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was-” Your head tilts up, high as you focus on his skull-clad face, “-going”. He stares down at you, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth before he pulls his mask back down, your body is frozen and he extends a hand down to help you up, cheeks flushing a bright pink as you realize the position you were just in, knees on the pavement in front of his looming figure, you accept his hand pulling you upright with minimal effort as you brush the dirt from your clothes.

“Your friend is in the bar”

“We aren’t friends” he states, watching your expression grow flat, “We just work together”.

You mouth a silent oh, turning to face the empty streets, “M’sorry if he was bothering you, he gets that way”

“Oh no, not bothering, he’s pretty funny actually”

Simon huffs, he’s not.

“You aren’t from here” 

“Everyone seems to notice that, do I have ‘not English’ plastered on my back”

He laughs, “No s’just, you don’t look like you belong here”

You tilt your head in question.

“You’re very pretty is what I’m trying to say”

You giggle a little, feeling that familiar heat flush your cheeks, “You know if you’re trying to pick up girls, you might want to lose the mask”

“Yea maybe,” he says, pulling out another cigarette, lifting his mask to his nose before lighting it, you’re focused on his lips, plush and pink, his jawline firm.

“See something you like love?”

A nervous smile creeps up on your face, turning away to hide the tint of your cheeks as Simon smiles to himself, enjoying how easily flustered you get.

“You should probably head back into Johnny, I’m sure he’s missing you”

“I’m fine right here,” you say, eyes closing as you inhale the scent of the fresh air.

Simon nods, the two of you maintaining a comfortable silence before it’s interrupted by the swinging of the door.

“There you two are, leavin' me to drink alone,” he says

“Sorry, was just talking to.. uh-”

“Simon,” he says

“-Simon” you smile at him

“Well let’s go, plenty of chats to have inside” Soap urges you inside

“Actually I’m gonna head home, it’s getting late,” you say

“Well at least give me your number,” Soap says, extending his phone toward you, you grab it punching in your number before glancing up, noticing Simon's narrowed eyes. You hand the phone back, making your goodbyes as you walk away, the two men keeping a close watch on your figure as you leave.

“I think you should pay up now LT” Soap jokes, shaking his phone in Ghost's direction, Simon simply pushes off the wall, walking down the street,

“Was it something I said?” Soap shouts, eyes running over the numbers on his screen, I win this time Ghost.

Within a minute of entering Mia’s flat where you were staying your phone lit up, a new number illuminating your screen,

lovely meeting you, what are your plans for the week? x

You bite your lip, no doubt it was Johnny but you weren’t sure how you felt about meeting up with some stranger you’d gotten drunk with. You wait a few minutes before answering, deciding to mess with him a little to see what he wanted,

Sorry? Who’s this?

Immediately three dots pop up,

You’re cute lass I’ll give you that, how about coffee tomorrow morning? x

You mull it over, coffee seemed innocent enough,

See you then.

You decided against giving i’m your address incase it turned out that he was some psychotic killer.

The rest of your night consisted of a warm shower to try and sober up while you scrounged up whatever leftovers Mia had in the fridge, she hadn’t come back yet which meant she would definitely call you at 7am to pick her up from some guy's house.

The clock neared 1am, you weren’t tired yet considering most of your nights spent drinking ended closer to 4 in the morning, you settled into the couch with your plate of leftovers and flicked through tv channels, landing on reruns of some old English show.

You were halfway through your food when you heard a knock at the door, immediately assuming something like your friend had gotten arrested, to your surprise it wasn’t a policeman there when you opened it, it was Simon.

“How did you know where I lived?” You asked glancing around him in case he came with others.

“Friend of a friends”

“We’ll that’s creepy”

“Sorry, didn’t really think this through” He laughs, you fight the smile that creeps on your lips but you can’t help it, the way his eyes crease when he smiles, his hand nervously scratching at the back of his head.

“Did you wanna come in?”

“Yeah, thanks”

He makes his way in glancing over the decor of the flat,

“It’s my friends place, I’m just staying here while I visit”

“You don’t live here?”

“No, always wanted to but home is where the yankees are”

He huffs a laugh at your joke, “How long are you staying”

“Just a month”

“That’s it? barely any time at all”

“Yea well, not a lot keeping me here I guess”

“Is there a lot keeping you back home?”

His question takes you by surprise, you’d never thought about it, “Hm I guess not”

He moves around the room, sitting on the couch as you move to sit beside him.

“Love this show” He says

“Never seen it”

He looks at you surprised, “Right well now we have to watch it from the start”

You giggle thinking he’s joking but he grabs the remote and starts the series from the pilot.

The two of you settle in, the comfortable silence between you broken a few times when one of you laughs, you can feel his eyes on you as you watch, his stare making you nervous. He gets comfy, leaning back against the cushions and sliding an arm behind your head, you’re apprehensive but decide to lean your temple against his shoulder as the tv plays.

A few times he’d have to explain a joke to you as you weren’t up on English slang and a lot of their words made no sense to you, he liked it, talking to you about his home, maybe subconsciously influencing you to stay a bit longer than a month. It was strange, a handful of times he and Soap would have bets like this but rarely did Ghost ever care, usually letting Soap win even though it meant hearing about it for weeks, but this felt different, Ghost was drawn to you, something about you intrigued him beyond sexual gratification, the truth was he’d probably kill Soap if he laid a hand on you, be he couldn’t let him know that.

The hours you spent cuddled into Simon left your eyes tired, struggling to stay open, he must have noticed your fatigued state as he pulled himself from the couch and leaned down to pick you up,

"Hey, woah"

"S'alright, just moving you from the couch"

A small oh escapes your lips as you direct him to your room, he lays you down softly on the mattress,

"I should probably go then"

He watched as you nod at him, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, this action takes you aback, just a tender touch from such a large, scary man, a complete juxtaposition. You can't fight the sleep that takes over your body, he waits for a moment making sure you're comfortable before taking your phone and adding his number then making his way out.

You're dragged from your sleep in the early morning by the buzzing of your phone, screen flashing Johnny's name, you rub your eyes and reach for it.

"Good morning lass"

"Morning Johnny" You mumble

"Rough night?"

You think for a minute, the opposite really.

"There's a small shop a few blocks from the bar we were at, meet you there in half an hour?"

You silently curse yourself for agreeing to join him, not because you didn't like him, but more on the side of wanting to sleep in.

"Sure, see you soon," You say hanging up the phone

You get out of bed and do your best to make yourself look presentable, your late-night taking a toll on your skin, quickly splashing some cold water on it before running a comb through your hair. The weather was warm enough to wear a dress, the breeze outside kissing your bare legs as you stepped out.

You walked the few blocks to the cafe and your eyes set on him, standing out front.

“Bonnie” He greets

“How are you?”

“Better now” He jokes, handing you a small coffee, “Didn’t know what you liked, thought this was safe”

You thank him with a smile, taking a sip of the drink before the two of you make your way down the street. He points around at a few things, giving you the history of old buildings, recalling a few stories from his time spent in the city.

As you walk the uneven ground takes its toll, your foot slipping on a rock as you trip forward, his arms reach to grab at your waist, steadying you.

“Careful now”

You huff a breath, standing back up, he keeps his hand settled at the base of your spine as you walk in tandem. You find a small park and sit down on one of the benches, admiring the scenery. You realize quickly that Johnny loves to talk, you like it, enjoying the simple conversation as you feel a small buzz from your purse, excusing yourself you open the bag and grab your phone, the screen lit up with Simon's name and a picture linked.

“Anything important?”

“No just” You cut yourself off as you open the picture, it’s him in the mirror, he’d just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and body glistening with droplets, the only thing covering his modesty a thin white towel that leaves little to the imagination, your heartbeat races and your cheeks blush.

“You alright?” His question brings you back, turning your phone off and shoving it back into your bag,

“Yea just my friend Mia, she needs me to pick her up”

“Oh, alright, I’ll walk you back”

You smile at him as the two of you make your way back to the flat, somewhere along the way he grazed his fingers over yours, sneaking his palm over yours and holding it there, the gentle touch prompting butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

You reach the flat and he walks you over to your car, hand still in yours.

“I’d like to see you again while you’re here,” He says, confidence suddenly disappearing

“I’d like that too” You stare at him for a second, acting on impulse you lean in and kiss his cheek and he huffs a nervous laugh at the action. He runs his thumb over your hand,

“I’ll call you?”

You nod in response, your bottom lip tucked under your teeth slightly as you bid him goodbye. You watch him walk away, your smile dropping from your face as you reach into your bag grabbing your phone, opening it and clicking on Simons contact, it rings a few times before he answers,

“Hello?”

“What the hell was that?”

“You didn’t like it?” He’s cocky, even his voice gives that away, you feel butterflies swarm in your stomach as heat rises to your cheeks.

“What if I was in public”

“Were you?”

“Ah- yes matter of fact I was, with Johnny”

“Hmm”

“I don’t know what to say to you but just know I’m mad at you”

“You sound cute when you’re mad”

“Simon” You warn

“What are you up to tonight”

“I’m busy”

“Too busy to hangout with me?”

“Yes”

“You’re a bad liar love, I’ll pick you up at 8”

He hangs up the phone before you can oppose, huffing a breath to yourself you walk into the flat.

“Hey lady” Mia’s voice rings through the room,

“Hey I thought I was gonna come pick you up”

“Didn’t need to, Eric drove me back”

“Oh Eric, is he nice”

“No, but he’s so hot”

You giggle at her expression, never the one to choose a so-called good guy.

“So what about you, I saw you sitting with that guy last night”

“Johnny”

“Johnny, and? Is he good in bed”

“I wouldn’t know”

“Seriously? He looked totally into you?”

“We went for coffee this morning, I like him, I mean he’s sweet, definitely a flirt but sweet but..”

“But what” Mia leans in, intrigued by your words

“His friend Simon, he put me to bed last night”

“You slept with his friend!”

“No oh my god, no, he just showed up here after the bar, we ate and then he literally carried me to bed and just left”

“So like, he tucked you in?”

“I guess”

“Huh, never had that happen before”

“It’s weird right?”

“Not sure, but it does look like you’ve got two friends who both want a piece of you”

You hadn’t even thought about that part, two guys, both friends, who both want to take you out on dates.

“Lucky me” You sigh

“C’mon, let’s eat”

Mia makes dinner while you clean up, watching television for a few hours and gossiping about her new friend, you move to your room to change for your date with Simon.

“You leaving?”

“Yea Simon’s picking me up in a few”

“I’m sorry, you’re going on a date with both on the same day”

“He didn’t exactly give me time to say no”

Her mouth falls open as she laughs, “Oh you’re in trouble, babe”

You laugh at her joke, hearing a quick knock on the door and widening your eyes to Mia who does the same. She moves around the room, racing in front of you to open it, her eyes landing on Simon's large form.

“How can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m here for”

“I know who you’re here for, what do you want with her?” Mia grows stern, Simon stutters a little.

“Alright, leave him be”

You nudge her aside, stepping out of the house and walking down the front stairs.

“I want her home before 10! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Mia yells before closing the door.

“Is she always like that?” Simon asks, opening the passenger side door for you,

You step into the truck, “Always”

You drive down a few roads, listening to the radio as Simon pulls up into a small parking spot and turns the engine off. You look out the front window, there’s a small beach in your eye line, the waves lapping on the shore as the sun lowers over the horizon.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit”

“Neither did I” He replies, getting out of the car before circling to open your door, you quirk your brow at him and he just grabs your hand, urging you along. The two of you walk down the beach, your shoes in your hand as the water tickles your feet.

“So you were born here?”

“In Manchester yeah, moved around a bit with the army but home's always been here”

“That sounds nice”

“What?”

“Home, I guess I never really felt that”

“You don’t like living in America?”

“It’s okay, I just feel like I’ve experienced everything I need to there”

He nods in agreement, “Well I’m sure England would love to see you stay, for completely unselfish reasons of course”

“Oh of course” You giggle, “Can I ask a question?”

“Why do I wear the mask”

“Yeah”

“There’s a few reasons, mostly I’ve just grown attached to it over the years, plus it hides my strikingly handsome face from prying eyes”

You giggle, “So you don’t usually take it off?”

“Only if I really want to”

You give a small hum in response, “Did you want to swim?”

“Thought you said you didn’t bring a suit?”

“I didn’t” You tease, moving quicker in front of him as you drop your shoes, your arms moving to pull your dress above your body, leaving you in only your bra and panties. You glance back at Simon who’s awestruck, his hand dramatically clinging to his chest before he follows you, his own clothes thrown in a trail as he makes his way into the water. You look back at him wading towards you, smiling to yourself as you can see his face, he had removed his mask something about the action making your heart wrench before he pounced on you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as you’re taken in a fit of laughter.

“It’s beautiful,” You say, staring out at the vast body,

“Sure is,” He says, his chin resting against the top of your head

“So what happens when Johnny finds out you took me on a date”

“Ha, more like what happens when he finds out you got me naked in the ocean”

You release a small gasp, splashing him with water

“S’alright, I doubt he’ll be mad,” He says.

You push at him jokingly but he grips your wrists, his body lowering down before his arm collides with your stomach, lifting you from the water and throwing you over his shoulder. You’re screaming and giggling, legs flailing as your hands softly press against the skin of his back.

“Put me down!”

He just laughs in response, your efforts pointless as he walks your bodies to the shore before placing you down, your arms lock around his neck pulling him to the ground beside you. Your legs move to straddle his hips.

“I win”

“This time,” He says, his hands moving to rest on your bare thighs, you huff a laugh and quickly realize the position you're in, your cheeks heating up before you scurry off him, reaching an arm down to help him up. You’re breathless as you help lift him, his arm snaking around your waist as the two of you collect your clothes from the sand, dusting them off before making your way to the truck.

The air inside the car was warm, a mixture of the heat from your skin and your elated state, Simon rolls the windows down to cool off, the air breezing through his hair as his palm is on your thigh again. You stare quietly out the window as he pulls into your street, turning the engine off and moving around the car to open your door,

“Why thank you” You smile

He nods, taking your hand in his as he walks you to the door, you’re face to face, eyes staring up at him as his free hand clenches his balaclava, you stand on your toes, pulling him in for a kiss, he moves to cup your jaw keeping you close to him.

You pull back, “Goodnight Simon”

He tucks a damp strand behind your ear, “Goodnight love”

[chrisili]

My apologies

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: You and Edmund have to explore the underground together, alone and you punch him in his face. Accidentally.

Warnings: Make out session

Genre: fluff, rom-com

Word count: 2,3k

A.N.: So extremely obsessed with Narnia currently sooo here you go. This is in the time of Prince Caspian just for the plot but I imagine Edmund a little older here.

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 LIKES ON MY LAST FF? ALSO I HAVE MY FIRST 3 FOLLOWERS AND THAT IS BEYOND EXCITING. THANK YOU!!!

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“Cas, wait! Woah,” while you were, almost casing, after your brother you tripped on a rock. You two were currently in the woods walking to your base where all the other humans, animals, dwarfs, centaurs and what not, were stationed. Caspian turns around to look at you almost tripping on a stone, let’s say he didn’t exactly try to be decent.

“Sister, if you keep this up the King is never gonna want you.” He said laughing while holding you to steady yourself. You look at him half blank, half annoyed. “Yes I am sure out of all the possible situations in the world, tripping in the woods would be THE reason for King Edmund to not be interested in me.” You slap his arm as he tries to help you and you resume your path. “Anyways, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You and the High King Peter assigned me and Edmund to go deeper into the base to explore, to see if we find something useful, right? So, naturally, my question is, why the hell would you do that to me?”

Caspian pulls an arm around your shoulder while he walks with you, “why dear sister, here I thought I was doing you a favor? You obviously like the King and he obviously likes you back so why not spend some time with each other, together eh?”

You nod your head and squint your eyebrows sarcastically. “You know, that is a great idea! How about you send me to uncles castle and we can die there, together eh?”

Caspian looks at you suprised. “I don’t understand?” You roll your eyes, “clearly.”

“Brother tell me, have you maybe noticed how I act around the King?” Y/N asked while they were now on the big meadow in front of their base. As narrator, I have to agree with Y/N. With the handsome dark haired King around her, her head gets all blurry and it is hard for her to think. Although she really likes him she starts being more sarcastic than she already is when she sees his big brown eyes. With Caspian not taking your nervousness seriously and High King Peter actually adoring the thought of his little brother and Y/N, there was nothing to be done.

So you and King Edmund were now in the underground, exploring, dying (Just kidding, only you were, out of nervousness). Edmund was holing up his flashlight to look around, while you were holding a regular torch. You guys didn’t actually talk a lot because your brother was right, the King liked you back so naturally he was pretty nervous too.

“King Ed-” congratulations, you started chocking on your own saliva not even having spoken two words! You cough a little so your voice would come back. “I apologize, King Edmund. I was just wondering why your thing is a lot brighter than mine.” Edmund looked at you and chuckles, which warmed your heart and made your cheeks slightly pink, not that it mattered because it was too dark anyways.

“It’s a flashlight. It has batteries in it, it’s actually hard to explain.” He said scratching his neck. You just nod and kick yourself mentally for even bringing it up. As you two walk further you come across a kind of door frame. There was the frame but no door and in the room behind it was heavy blue lighting, shining though the ceiling, which was of course the moon. You both walked in and not even a minute later a heavy metal door was falling in to the frame. Both your heads turn immediately and you run up to the door.

“No, no, no, no. No please open, please don’t noo…..” you whine while hitting and punching the door to get out. As you realize that the door doesn’t actually open you drop your head with closed eyes.

“I didn’t realize it is such a burden for you to be alone with me.” Edmund said in a sarcastic voice while he just continued walking into the room, which was by the way massive. Not really a room, more like a cave. You turn your head to Edmund and then you started walking after him. “Your Highness I apologize deeply, again. It is not a burden being with you. It is just…” He turns around to look at you, you both standing pretty close to each other while he looks you deep in the eyes. You look back into his and you start giggling covering your mouth. Edmund lifted an eyebrow at you but before he could respond you heard a loud sound coming from the cave.

Both of you slowly walk into the direction where you heard the sound coming from. “I think you should go and look.” You say standing on your tip toes to get a better look from afar.

“Me?” Edmund says also looking into the dark in front of him.

“Mhm.”

“I think it would be better if you went.” Edmund said.

“Funny, because I don’t agree with your opinion in the slightest.”

He turns to you with an intimitating look. “Your Highness.” You add.

Edmund breathes out heavily and starts walking up ahead. The further he goes the more he disappeared until nothing was left but darkness again. You started to kind of freak out in your head, because what’s being worse than being alone with Edmund in a cave is being alone with dead Edmund in a cave.

“Your Highness? Your Majesty? King Edmund?” You yell into the dark not getting an answer back. It would be an understatement saying that you were shitting your pants at this point. But you completely lost it when something tabbed your shoulder, your screamed as loud as you could throwing a punch at Edmund. Yes your read that right, the thing tabbing your shoulder was Edmund who was actually excited to prank you a little bit but now he was just holding his eye while tumbling back. “OW!” He yelled painfully while kind of falling and sitting on the ground. You run up to him and kneel beside him.

“I am so sorry my lord! I didn't see you! I thought it was something that wants to murder me, I was looking out for you and you didn’t come back, I got so scared without you so, oh please my King forgive me. I didn’t mean to really!” You keep rambling about how you are sorry while pulling a beautiful lace handkerchief out of your small satchel. You put some water onto it, also from your satchel and you start to lightly tab it on to the kings, now blue, eye. He hisses at first and moved away because of his reflexes but lets it happen right after. His eyes are closed while sitting there with you, you try to cool his eyes while no one was talking. You were deeply ashamed having punched the love of your life, I mean the king. (obviously)

“First you can’t bare being in one room with me alone and now you punch me in the face, you must really hate me.” He laughs a little still eyes closed. You take his hand with both of your hands, your words desperate. “Oh no, no your Highness. Quite the opposite really! I, in fact like you so much that I am strongly ashamed of myself. I’ve never been so ashamed in my life my lord, I mean it. Around you my head gets dizzy and I don’t know what to do or how to speak, what to say or how to act. I didn’t want to be in a room with you because I was afraid I was going to mess this up, which I obviously did. I don’t expect you to forgive me for I have done such a terrible thing.”

Silence. Deafening silence. Edmund opened his left eye (the good one) and looks up to you. (You kneeling and him sitting you were above him)

“You always hit people in the face you ‘like so much’?” He asks mockingly and you look blankly at him with your eyes building up some tears. When he sees your tears his face changes, he sits up and cups your face with his warm hands. He removes your tears with his thumbs repeatedly because you just wouldn’t stop crying.

“Y/N now I have to apologize. I was insensitive, I shouldn’t have mocked you about your feelings. Please stop crying, I can hardly see your beautiful eyes.”

Your heart stopped beating and you died on the spot, at least that’s what it felt like. “My what?” You said almost whispering, having stopped crying immediately and just looking blankly into Edmunds face. He smiled a little while holding your face softly.

“Your beautiful eyes, I always love looking at them. Just like the rest of you actually… I really like looking at you. Does that sound awkward? It does, doesn’t it?” He says dropping his arms while staring at the very interesting stone floor.

“Your Highness, I like looking at you a lot too.” You say smiling and he looks up at you again. He really wanted to keep staring into your eyes but for some unknown reason his eyes started to look at your lips instead. He took your face into his hands again to pull you closer and just before your lips were touching, he looked at you again, asking permission. You smiled and closed the distance between you.

Both of your eyes were closed, I mean his anyways because you hit him but still. You put one of your hands on his shoulder while moving the other one to cup his hand that is still cupping your face. It was just a peck but when he was about to pull away, you pulled him back in. This time moving your lips against his. Edmund was smiling widely into the passionate kiss while moving one hand down your neck. Without realizing it you climb onto his lab and kiss him faster now, both of your breathing sped up and you could hardly keep your hands to yourself. He actually bit your lip and you moaned a little into his mouth, that’s when you pulled away.

You looked at each other breathing fast, hair messy and unable to speak. Edmund tho was the first to say something. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I went too far.” You shook your head. “No that is not it. It’s just I mean, it’s not really romantic here.” You say laughing a little and he starts laughing with you. Both of you helped each other up, having hearts in all three of your eyes.

Edmund told you then that when he went into the dark he actually came back through the dark, meaning it was kind of a loop.

“Are you saying we are trapped in here forever?!” You exclaim looking shocked.

“I don’t know, it seems to be some sort of magic, we could climb the wall but I don’t know if we fit through the holes.” He says looking up at the ceiling.

“Your Highness, no offense but even if I wanted to I couldn’t climb these walls, any walls for that matter.”

“Edmund.” He says not looking away from the ceiling.

“Excuse me?” You ask back.

“It’s Edmund, not ‘your Highness’.”

“How about, my love?” You ask chuckling and he looks at you blankly.

“Or not, it was just a thou-” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Edmunds lips pecked yours smiling. “I would like that very much, my queen.” He says kissing your cheek.

You couldn’t say anything because another voice appeared. “Edmund? Y/N? Are you in there?” You hear King Peter yelling from the other side of the metal door. Edmund rushed over to the door and yelled back. “Yes Peter, we are in here! Do you think you can open the door from outside?” Not having even finished, the door went up and on the other side were Peter and Caspian smiling.

“You idiot! You planned all of this didn’t you!” You yelled at your brother, storming to him and hitting his arm. He tries to shield himself with his hands while he was laughing. “So what it worked, didn’t it?”

“How did you use magic?” Edmund asked his brother.

“What are you talking about?” Peter said confused.

“The cave, it brought me back when I tried to walk further.” Peter started to laugh, “no offense brother but I think you might have lost your orientation in there blaming it on some magic." Edmund just scoffed and turned to his left.

“Oh god, Edmund what happened to your eye!” Peter asked worried wanting to touch Edmunds eye softly but Edmund slapped Peters hand away. “Y/N punched me.” On command, Caspian hit your arm hard. “OW! What was that for!?” You exclaimed while holding your arm. “How dare you punch the king of Narnia! You should apologize!” Caspian answers with a joking angry face. “Oh I’ll apologize all right!” So you and your brother actually started hitting each other or something.

Edmund then took you by your shoulders, away from Caspian walking with your hand in his. He took you out so you both stood under the moonlight, kissing each other softly.

[antoncyng]

౨ৎ the one he loves — p.sh

synopsis - after spending a day with your bestfriend at the beach, you realize he really is the one you love.

warnings - tooth rotting fluff, bestfriends to lovers, maybe a few kys jokes??, kissing, cursing, fem!reader, reader can’t swim lol | wc - 500+

release date - 04/13/24

notes - first fic with the new theme.. what do we think (*´∀｀*)

friday, april 12th, 2:47 was the day and time you found out you were in love with your bestfriend.

how did this happen? you two were just at a beach, and now you two were back at sunghoon’s house, in each others arms watching a movie.

——— 4 DAYS AGO

“yn, you know sunghoon has the biggest crush on you, right? how could you not see it?” one of your bestfriends, ningning, argues back to you. it was almost the end of lunch break, you and your bestfriends were in a group around you and giselle’s desks.

“he doesn’t like me, we’ve been bestfriends forever.” you argue back, gently hitting chaeryeong’s arm when she shakes her head and sighs in defeat.

“looks like you’ll just have to wait and see if he confesses..” she mumbles after hearing the bell, all your friends making their ways back to their own desks.

- DING -

you heard and felt your phone vibrate on your desk from the notification, picking it up and seeing 3 texts from sunghoon.

hoon (dni..) : ynynynynyn

hoon (dni..) : can we go to da beach dis weekend

hoon (dni..) : answer my texts woman

you just chuckled at his texts before unlocking your phone and tapping your keyboard to respond.

you : yes we can go

you : sorry i was talking to my friends

hoon (dni..) : u have other friends than me??!

you : kys

you laughed quietly again before shutting off your phone and putting it away, picking up your pencil while your teacher walks back into the class, perfect timing.

——— PRESENT DAY, APRIL 12TH, 12:35 PM.

lying on your stomach while resting your head on your arm, in a bikini, while sunghoon sat up with his hands behind his back for support. “isn’t that boring to you? why don’t we go into the water like real fun!” sunghoon whined once again, only having around 10-15 minutes between each complaint.

“it’s called tanning, it makes me look better! we can go in the water in.. 5 minutes..” you bit back at him, earning a groan from the boy next to you. “you look pretty tanned or not..” he mumbled, turning his head so you couldn’t hear what he said clearly.

5 MINUTES LATER

still tanning, you soon felt arms lifting you, making you flinch. “sunghoon! put me down right now!!” you exclaimed, squirming in his arms while smacking his shoulder, only gaining laughs from your bestfriend.

“it’s been 5 minutes!!!” he fought back, finally reaching the water and sinking the both of you into the cold, clear ocean, finally putting you on your feet. both of you hissed at the cold, stepping backwards and still facing him, you went deeper into the water.

but you felt a rock hit the back of your ankle, tripping over and almost falling, but you felt sunghoon’s arms catch you by your waist before you hit the cold water with the top half of your body.

you opened your shut tight eyes, seeing sunghoon’s face closer to yours than you expected, making the both of your faces flush a shade of light red.

“sorry.. i know you can’t swim so i didn’t want you to fal-“ he started to ramble after stabling the two of you, being shut up by your lips on his. he stood frozen for a few seconds, before slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing back.

pulling back from the kiss, you both smiled at each other. your arms still around his neck and his around your waist, you could just close the gap between you two and hug him tightly.

“you talk too much when you’re nervous, hoon.” you mumbled into his shoulder.

maybe ningning was right, you really were the one he loves.

tags ; @ilovetaroo @wonifullove @lilacnini @naespas @copyhanni

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[silassinclair]

It’s my first time requesting, so I’m sorry if you don’t understand my bad english ;-;

May I request a GN readerx Yandere Wild West Outlaw (my brain can’t remember his name) with a reader who sleeps anywhere on anything? There will be one time this man has seen his darling somehow out of the ropes and is sleeping on the roof.

I understand if you don’t wanna do this request, but if you do it thank you from the bottom of my heart! <3

Always take care and take a break when needed~

This request is so silly I have to do it. Also your english is great, don’t sweat it!!

Yandere Wild West Outlaw x Sleepy Reader

CW// Nothing, just wholesomeness

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It’s yours and Maddox’s first night together after he took you from your home. You two are camping out in the desert by a cave. There’s a small fire lit and Maddox’s horse Jasper is munching on some carrots.

But it’s been awfully quiet, the outlaw thinks. Why is it so quiet?

He realizes it’s because of you! You’re usually always thrashing and screaming at him and now you aren’t!

He also realizes that you’re no where to be found… It makes him panic slightly. He shoots up from where he’s sat and he looks around the camp. The desert is dangerous, what if you got stung by a scorpion or bit by a rattlesnake!?

“You come out from where you’re hidin’ missy! Or I outta shoot-”

He nearly trips and falls flat on his face. Looking down he sees you taking a dirt nap, quite literally in the dirt. How did you get so far away from camp? Did you sleep walk? Fall asleep while trying to escape? Whatever it is Maddox doesn’t give a damn, he’s glad he found you.

“You’re a dumb little thing. What would you do without me?”

From this moment onward Maddox sees a repeating pattern. You sleep anytime, anywhere. And on occasion you can even “teleport”. He thought about calling a priest to perform an exorcism on you once.

“Sweet Jesus, this ain’t possible… How’d ya get out here!?”

When you fall asleep while on his horse he sits you in front of him so he can act as a back rest. He doesn’t want you falling off now.

Loves it when you fall asleep on him. You’re so vulnerable when you’re asleep like this. He can touch you without getting yelled at or smacked. So he takes advantage of it.

Combs his hands through your pretty locks of hair and caresses your plush cheeks. Sometimes when you squirm in your sleep from a nightmare he shushes you like a baby and rocks you back and forth.

Stays by your side from now on when you’re asleep after… the incident.

The Incident:

After over a week of being on horseback and foot Maddox finds an old house for them to settle in temporarily. It’s a cute house with victorian architecture. It’s definitely abandoned and all the owner’s belongings are still there. They most likely fled due to the Native American tribe near by but Maddox isn’t afraid of them. He actually gets along with the tribesmen better than the whites who hate him for being half American and half Mexican.

“This place is nice. It almost the same size as my old home.” Y/n mutters as she admires the decor. But her eyes feel heavy, she needs to sleep. This past week has been exhausting.

Maddox notices how worn out she is. She’ll be no good to him if she’s a mopey, tired slug. So he brings her upstairs to the main bedroom. The bed is dusty but it’ll have to make do.

“You’ll sleep here sweetheart. But I’m gonna have to tie ya’ down. I don’t need ya’ escaping now.” Maddox ties a rope from the bed post to her ankle.

Y/n doesn’t even bother to yell or fight back from being tied down. She just falls asleep immediately like a hibernating bear. When she’s asleep Maddox unpacks some supplies down in the living room. He also cooks up a can of beans and digs in.

It’s quiet. All his life he’s been alone, but he’ll never admit he feels lonely. He’s never had anyone to trust or rely on. Most nights he’ll sleep under the stars and talk to Jasper. But he’s a horse so talking to him is one sided.

Even though Y/n is sleeping just upstairs he misses her. Misses her snarky comments, creative insults, and the way she smacks his chest when he gets too close.

“What are you doing to me woman..” The outlaw mutters to himself as he trudges himself up the creaky wooden stairs. He’s in front of her door and he opens it slowly, peeking his head in. But then he slams it open when he sees she’s gone.

“Y/n?” He shouts, looking around the room and searching every corner. She’s missing again! Maddox runs like a cat out of water as he searches the whole house. What if she got hurt!? He could never live with himself.

He kicks open the front door and looks around the property. What if the tribe found her and thought she was a threat? Every negative outcome of what could happen to her comes to his mind. Getting eaten by a coyote is a possibility too.

Maddox takes his hat off and grips his black hair.

“FUCK!” He shouts and kicks the dirt on the ground, the cloud of brown blowing with the wind. Maddox walks back to the house in defeat where he tells Jasper that Y/n’s gone, and she is never coming back. But the horse only exhales loudly and shakes his head back and forth.

“She’s gone buddy. I know you liked her but she’s probably dead in a fuckin’ ditch somewhere!” The man snaps.

Jasper slams his front leg down and neighs loudly. His nose is pointed up towards the house.

“What are ya’ on about you?” Jasper never behaved like this before unless he wanted to try and tell him something. He’s a smart horse, so any sound or motion me makes is usually when he tries to convey a message.

Maddox looks up at the house where Jasper is looking and squints his eyes. He puts his hat back on to cover his eyes from the beating sun. Looking closer he sees a familiar head of h/c hair on the roof!

“Y/n!?” Maddox says in disbelief. How the fuck did she get up there!? Does she even know she’s up there? Probably not.

“Shit boy, what do we do?” He turns to his horse. Jasper neighs louder and Maddox looks back up and sees that she’s about to fall off the roof!

“SHIT!”

Y/n turns in her sleep and falls off the roof. Maddox feels his heart drop and he breaks off into a sprint. Just before she hits the ground he catches her, making them both fall to the dirt.

“Y-You?” Y/n wakes up and sees she’s outside and that god forsaken outlaw is beneath her. His head is under her dress making her squeal and scramble away.

“W-What in the hell!? What do you think you’re doing? Why am I outside and why was your ugly mug up my dress!?”

Maddox groans and rubs his head. He turns to her with a glare and grabs her wrist, pulling her up.

“I ain’t ever takin’ my eye off you again! You ought to be a witch or somethin’!”

From that moment onward Maddox sleeps next to Y/n in a bone crushing cuddle. When he feels her move in the slightest he wakes up and tightens his hold. No way in hell will he let something like that happen again.

[forgwater]

Bleeding Hearts

~Bleeding Hearts Masterlist~

Vil x (gn)Reader

Warnings: This story contains yandere themes and behaviors.

a/n: I now realize how ironic it is that the randomizer choose Vil for the second fic of the series oof-

The last thing you expected today was to be invited to Pomefiore to provide Vil your help for his artistic pursuits. He’s promised you a reward worthy of your efforts, so how could you refuse such an offer?

Once you pass through the magic mirror, you head towards the ancient apple trees. Majestic green crowns cover you from the Suns prying rays. Their red, richly colored fruits beckon you pick them.

But you must resist.

‘Take a bite’ they say ‘you know you want to’ comes their bewitching remark. It’s enough to leave your cheeks feeling as hot as they are red.

Just-

“There you are.” Vils voice snaps you out of your trance and embarrassment covers you whole. You must’ve taken a while since he came here to find you himself.

“I’m sorry, I-“ but you are interrupted.

“No need for excuses.” He speaks firmly. “I wasn’t fully expecting you to find the pathway I told you about. It’s a bit too hidden for that.”

“Oh…” well, now you feel silly.

“Then, dear prefect, how about you accompany me to our designated meeting place? You are late after all.” The blond sends you a subtle smirk, accompanied only by a quiet chuckle.

“Right. Let’s.” that’s all Vil needed to start walking towards the secret little nook he chose as your meeting spot.

A pathway to the right, a sharp left. Pass this tree and then that tree. Don’t trip on that rock! Really, potato, you need to be more careful.

“Here, hold my hand, that way I can make sure you don’t fall.” You hesitate.

“….Is this really necessary? I’m fine.” Vil didn’t seem to like that very much, if his raised eyebrow is anything to go by.

“I offered.” He takes hold of your hand in a secure yet comfortable hold. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy.” The blond teases. “And only from this little too…”

“Hey!” you fight back. Your dignity’s on the line here!

“A fighting cry from someone flustered by hand holding.” He’s enjoying this a little too much.

Fortunately for him, you’re too preoccupied with his little flirty jabs to tell just how loud and fast his own heart is beating. You haven’t noticed any of that! Have you?!

“This is so unfair.” Oh, you haven’t. Good.

“Oh? Is it? I don’t think it is.~” he plays.

Before you can speak your indignations further, you are met with brick walls. Then a magnificent vine covered entrance. Vil leads you inward and you can tell this used to be a room of some kind, that knowledge now lost to time.

“This is it.” the blond announces. “I picked this place because it will work well for the scene.”

“The scene?” you question.

“We’ll be reciting lines from a script and acting some scenes together.” Vil pauses and then continues quickly “I thought acting together might help my performance a bit… you don’t have to be perfect; you just need to be here. So, don’t think too much of it.” he tries to reassure you. You don’t seem very reassured so he continues his attempts:

“Try to relax. I won’t judge your acting… too harshly.” At the end of his sentence he faces you fully, his hands now on your arms, he slightly smooths over your clothing. “Very well, let us go sit down.”

The grey stone bench fits both of you as you take your places. After you take a deep breath, you are met with a few papers.

“Your lines are highlighted. I want you to read them out loud to me.”

“Shouldn’t I read them silently first?”

“No. I want to hear your intonation as you read the text for the first time.” He insists.

You’ve come this far; you’ve got no choice but to comply. So you begin:

“-You’ve worked so hard… and done so much-…. for us…-” you shift uncomfortably.

“Don’t stop.” Vil commands, his scrutinizing gaze bores deeply into your very being.

“Vil- Is this… are the characters supposed to be in love?”

No answer. The blonds jaw visibly flexes at your inquiry… or maybe at your refusal to continue reading. Quite disobedient, aren’t you?

With his arms crossed, he tells you again:

“Keep reading.” It does not feel like a request.

“No.” you refuse him once again.

“What? Are you afraid of a little text about one’s characters love for another?” he mocks “I thought you agreed to this little rehearsal? Have you changed your mind? Are you backing out?” he barrages you with questions he does not expect an answer to.

“…No. I haven’t.” you bite your tongue.

“Then, read this line.” He tells you simply, pointing further down on the page. You swallow thickly. Vil taps the line impatiently and you can’t look him in the eyes as you try your best to read.

“-…Your qualities, your beauty… seen and unseen-… have made me. Fall in love with… you…-“ your cheeks feel warm and you want the ground to swallow you whole. The air hangs heavy and you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“There. It wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Vil takes this moment to redirect your gaze to his own with nothing but his index finger and thumb on your chin. “I can excuse the insincerity. For now.”

What is he talking about?!

You glare, questions obvious on your expression. But, before you can talk, he fixates you with his stare, reducing you to silence.

“You will have to recite it again and again until you can confess sincerely.”

“Confess?!” you splutter.

“Yes. Is that too much to ask of the one I adore?” he accuses more than asks. “I could confess to you myself, but that would break the curse.”

…Curse…?....

“Oh, you didn’t think I’d take chances with this kind of thing, now did you?” Vil closes the distance between the two of you as he whispers in your ear: “Letting you leave me would be my most grave mistake.

He breathes deeply, truly pleased with his accomplishment.

“You are mine.”

[petricorah]

zukka ficlet - knee pain 1.6k

“Bleeding hog monkeys,” Sokka cursed through gritted teeth as the leather strap on his knee brace finally snapped off. It had been weakened in their last fight with Fire Nation stragglers. A few groups were less than excited about the new fire lord’s orders—aka, to stop the attempt at world domination—and had finally decided to fight back. The gaang had been traveling the past few months to subdue them. Sokka insisted he was going to help, even though his knee, still wounded from falling during their fight with the airships, wasn’t as agreeable than his mind. Putting aside his slight lack of speed and faulty reactions in battle, it was causing him insurmountable pain. He had engineered a knee brace to help, and it had reduced the stress on his joints and allowed him to fight closer to his previous abilities, but the brace was now nothing more than a tattered mess of singed leather and half melted buckles.

Sokka balled up the frayed array of straps and chuckled it into the river he was sitting next to—an action that sent pain clambering up his leg, and making him yelp with a certain high pitched sound that certainly wasn’t manly.

“Sokka?”

Sokka immediately flinched into upright position. “Z-Zuko,” he chirped, attempting to casually lean against the rock he was standing near as Zuko emerged from the woods. “Fire Lord Zuko. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Zuko rolled his eyes and walked up. “I told you to stop calling me that." He came to a stop in front of him, and Sokka couldn't help but admire him. His hair was getting even longer now, and it suited him.

It had been quite some time since the coronation. Lots of time together, working to undo the damage his father had done. Both by his side in the fire nation as his ambassador, and now, traveling again. So much had changed, and while he certainly looked more regal now, with his long hair and patterned robes, he still made Sokka's heart race like he had at boiling rock all that time ago. Perhaps even more so, as they'd continued to get closer as they worked—

"Dinner’s almost gone, and you weren’t back yet.” A teasing smile played at Zuko's lips, despite his attempts to appear stoic and wise. “I thought you were stuck in a hole.”

“Hey!” Sokka said, with an accusing wave of his finger. “You weren’t there for that.”

“Toph told me,” Zuko said. “Several times.”

Sokka clicked his tongue in embarrassment, feeling his cheeks warm. Damn Toph. In an attempt to make up for her and Zuko’s lack of a life-changing bonding trip, she’d taken to telling any story that made Zuko laugh—and most of those tended to be at Sokka’s expense.

“But I see you’re above ground,” Zuko said, his golden eyes passing over Sokka, seeming to glow in the dim light. “And in one piece. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Sokka said with a fake lofty air.  

“You’re missing dinner,” Zuko said. “And it’s pig hen, your favorite.”

He never could get anything past him.

Sokka sighed in defeat and blew air to move a strand of hair from his face. “My knee hurts. I was trying to fix the brace, and I couldn’t, so it’s going to hurt more until I can get materials to make a new one.”

“You told Katara it didn’t hurt.” The words came in Zuko’s standoffish deadpan. Sometimes it was hard to tell when Zuko was just stating a fact in his rough voice or when he was being belligerent.

“Yeah, well. She’s having fun with Aang tonight. They’re all gross and obnoxiously lovey-dovey.” His looked away, at anything other than Zuko’s intense expression. Maybe if he studied the ants on the ground enough it would teleport him out of this conversation. “I’m not going to ruin that by making her bend water over my knee for an hour and then be all worried after.” He shook his head, and then met Zuko’s eyes again with what he hoped was a convincing smile. “It’s fine.”

Zuko’s stare was unnervingly sharp. Deadly. It was similar to the look he used to give them when they were about to fight, or the look he gave conniving fire lord generals who were faithful to his father’s old ways. Like he was really fucking angry and the only thing stopping him from setting things ablaze was Iroh’s voice in his head telling him to breathe.

But in an instant, it was gone.

“I’ll do it,” Zuko said curtly.

Sokka snorted. “You’ll do what?”

“I’ll work on your knee.”

“Yeah, thanks, but I don’t need my skin melted. When I do, I’ll give you a call.”

“Pain relief,” Zuko corrected, glaring at him like it should have been obvious that Zuko wasn't suggesting amputation by agonizing flame. “I’ve been…working on it. Uncle said the elements can learn from each other, so I figured there must be a way. I know your knee has been hurting so…I’ve been practicing.” He nervously rubbed the back of his hair. “It will help. Make it feel better, if only for a bit.”

Sokka blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Zuko did all that for him? For him?

But Zuko’s pointed gaze snapped back to him, making Sokka’s heart flinch.

“It isn’t a choice. Either you do it with me or you ask Katara.” He stalked forward, almost threateningly, making Sokka take a half step back. “It would have been in a better place by now if you had rested at first. You can’t keep hurting yourself and pretending like it doesn’t matter—”

“Okay,” Sokka said, putting his hands up with a gentle laugh. Only Zuko would show he cared by trying to intimidate Sokka into taking care of himself. “Okay, we’ll do it.” He snorted, trying to offset the real emotions he was feeling with a joke. “What am I gonna do, run away from you?”

Zuko’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not funny.”

Sokka blinked. Maybe it would have been funnier if he hadn’t landed on his bad knee after saving Zuko from an arrow, but that was neither here nor there.

So he gave in and sat down, awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to react at what was about to happen.

Zuko knelt in front of him, which was already an image that made Sokka’s head spin, and then he rolled up Sokka’s pant leg, making Sokka’s entire body tense in embarrassment. But he didn’t stop him. He was just relieved that Zuko was so concentrated on his knee that he wasn’t noticing how much Sokka was blushing.

Zuko did a small motion with his hand, and flames erupted from his palm. But he concentrated, his eyes narrowed, and the bright orange fire subsided into a snaking ring that began to spin, controlled and glowing. It almost…moved like water.

Zuko placed it above Sokka’s knee, enough so the warmth radiated across his skin but didn’t burn.

Sometimes Sokka couldn’t fathom it. That someone he used to hate, sometimes even fear, was now someone he trusted so completely he’d allow him to not only bend next to him, but use it to help him, now, when he was vulnerable.

The heat was intense. Not unpleasant, but intense. Almost like it was blocking out the pain as it radiated up his leg, settling in his chest.

He let out a sigh, slowly settling into the position as the tension seeped from his shoulders. He hadn’t felt this painless in…a long time.

“I…I never did say thank you,” Zuko murmured. Zuko’s lashes were long, eyes downcast as he worked the flames under his hands. “For earlier.”

“You better not be doing this because you feel guilty,” he said. “Because I’ve saved your life about a hundred times by now. With that logic, you’ll be doing me favors until we’re both old men.”

Zuko chuckled. It was a low, good sound. A sound that made Sokka feel like he won a prize every time he earned it. A sound that made Sokka want to drop everything else and just focus on making Zuko smile.

“Gladly,” Zuko said with a low smile. “I’d do pretty much anything for you, Sokka.”

Sokka stilled, everything else fading from his view as he met Zuko’s golden eyes.

“But I’m not doing this out of guilt,” he continued. The heat pressed on, and the pain was gone from his mind. “I’m doing this so you don’t stubbornly give yourself chronic pain. Because I care about your knee,” he said. The flames dimmed, but his hand still glowed, and he slowly placed his palm against his knee. Sokka could feel the heat, and his heart was squeezing in his chest—

“And I care about you.”

His hand was still there. It was a marvel that Sokka’s brain was still functioning enough to form the thought that Zuko’s hand was on his knee as he stared up at him, saying that he cared about him.

Now. He should tell him he loves him now, right now, before he lost his nerve, again—

“Zuko, I…”

“We should get back,” Zuko said with a breeziness that Aang would have been proud of, and Sokka felt a rush of cold air as Zuko’s hand left him. Zuko stood, brushing himself off.

Sokka’s stomach dropped with a mixture of alarm and disappointment as the moment went up in smoke before his eyes. “Thanks,” he managed to blurt out.

“No problem,” he said. “Just one of the hundred of favors I owe you, right?”

“Right,” Sokka said in a faint voice. He let out a nervous, bubbling laugh. “We’ll have to grow old together just so you have time to make it all even.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” Zuko smiled warmly. Of course it was warm. Everything about Zuko was warm.

Spirits. This would be the death of him, wouldn’t it? Loving this man who was so dense he would never catch onto any of Sokka’s flirting, and being so helplessly and terrifyingly in love he’d rather take an arrow to the heart than risk ruining their friendship? Was this just his fate now?

He stood, and subsequently staggered, his legs wobbly from a reason completely different than the pain from earlier, but Zuko steadied him. His warm hands holding his arm, the other on the small of his back, and he was so close that Sokka could smell the scent of smoke that followed him.

“You good?” Zuko’s voice was tinged with concern, sparking in his ear. “Is it still in pain?”

“No,” Sokka said quickly. “Just getting…used to it. It feels better. It feels great. I-I can’t wait for you to do it again.” Please.

Zuko blinked, some unreadable shock in his eyes at the words that had just tumbled from Sokka’s mouth, but his smile twitched onto his face. “I’m glad it worked,” he said. “And I can carry you. If it helps.”

Sokka’s face lit up in a blush and he smacked Zuko’s chest. “I do not need you to carry me.” I certainly couldn’t handle you carrying me. “Just…this. This is enough.”

Zuko readjusted, allowing Sokka to hold onto his forearm, the two slowly making their way back to camp. The pain from his knee was distant as he talked to Zuko about the earlier battles, relishing in ever laugh that he got.

Yeah.

This would be enough.

[pinkcherryblossom18]

Moonlight Touches

Part 1: Yellow Tulips—Hopeless Love

Benedict Bridgerton/Reader

Summary: It's in the moonlight that you and Benedict find solace but peace always comes to an end some way or another.

Word Count: 4k

TW: Angst, fluff, idiots in love, arranged marriage, not period accurate (but neither is the show, so I don't really care), my obsession with cheese is shown in this (I love cheese), implied sexual situations, and implied premarital sex.

It is under the shadows of the trees that you find Benedict Bridgerton, laying upon the grass with his legs stretched out beyond him like a king upon his throne. 

It is almost an endearing sort of familiarity when your eyes catch each others, a smile appearing on both of your faces with shines and glimmers of hope and a small, tentative love. It disappears a bit when your fiance tugs on your arm, regaining your attention from Benedict’s sorrowful green-gray eyes to Nathaniel’s bright blue ones that don’t seem to hold much depth in them when compared. “Are you alright?”

The question seems to shake you a bit and with one more glance at the second Bridgerton, you look back at your fiance and nod. “Yes,” you breathe out roughly in a mockery of a laugh. “I seem to have lost my mind a bit but I suppose it is warranted. It is a beautiful day is it not?” You wince at the blankness in your voice but your companion doesn’t seem to notice. 

It is a beautiful day. There are no clouds in sight and the small breezes passing by temper the beaming, bright sun. But the wind isn’t fierce enough to do anything but bristle the edges of the tree’s leaves by a hare’s breath. A perfect day for artists to lay about and capture what is in front of them with spectacular strokes of blue, yellow, green, and black for the men’s hats that stretch for a mile long. The ladies themselves are dressed in an abundance of colors and you close your eyes while passing an artist, breathing in the scent of their oils. The image of a long legged man painting comes to the forefront of your mind. His long strokes are made with his wooden brush and there is a narrowed furrow of his brow as he concentrates with a heavy burden of the many painters before himself. 

“I have no love for it,” Nathaniel says dismissively. His own attentions are focused on the men with expensive pocketwatches who have money to spend uncandidly and whose wives won’t mind as long as it doesn’t reflect badly upon them. “Good weather is for good payment and your company is well enough to stand without it in moderation.”

You suppose, had you not have experienced much better words of affection, that his own words would make you flush in some ways. He is demure with his affections but you are unused to such. When your eyes close once more, you feel thumbs on your cheeks rubbing away tears and a bright smile making you feel better about an unwanted engagement that you relay to a man who you love greatly. 

In the shadows behind your estate is a grove which is home to redwoods and greenery that is a blessing to walk among during any time of the day. Currently, it homes both you and Benedict as you both walk over tree roots which seem to be illuminated in the moon's light. The whole grove is but the small laughs that come from you both fill the bark of the trees and the moss that lay under it so much that they seem to become agitated and are keen to trip you both with each and every step you take. It is Benedict who falls first and you who falls not long after laughing at his moonlight fate. 

“Comfortable there?”

You only scoff and roll over onto your back while Benedict seems to find a nice soothing spot on his side. Though you are not sure how, as the grove’s floor is also filled with stray rocks and stones that are more useful for skipping on the pond nearby or tripping over. Despite thinking so, you don’t deter him from his position but only look at him instead with careful and calculating eyes. His brown hair has grown quite long now and his mama will pressure him into cutting it soon enough but it falls perfectly over his eyes and it frames his cheekbones in ways that only perfectly painted pictures or marble sculpted by careful, attentive hands of soothed skin can create. It’s then, on that moss covered ground, that you find yourself falling for the young Bridgerton boy. 

His eyes do not look away from yours and in their depths is something you want to reach in and explore. “I actually am, if you should very well know. Not that you would know of comfort considering you are laying on a rock!” You giggle when he sits up fastly, wincing at the sore spot and stares down at the offending rock he just now noticed. 

“It is not funny, I could have died,” he laments dramatically. You only roll your eyes at him and he glares at you in response. “I was comfortable actually until you mentioned it. Ruining things, as normal.”

A gasp tears through your throat and in small defiance, you look up into the trees which block the stars with their long limbs and stretching fingers. “You would have complained all of tomorrow if you had continued to lay there. I should get a thank you instead of complaints.”

A small rustle makes you peak over at him, watching as he rubs his side. “I still might actually.”

You laugh at him and soon enough, he joins mockingly. 

Your long legged friend seems to have the tendency to pop up everywhere whenever you don’t need him to. It is whenever you are with your fiance that you don’t need him to appear or when you are alone. It is always worse when you are alone and he is there.

A need seems to crawl in you whenever you see him—something banging in the aortas of your heart and crawling like spiders over your lungs, suffocating you but it is a loving pressure of need and desperate want.  

He never ignores you when you are with your fiance. You wish that he did. He doesn't ignore you when you find yourselves alone together. That is when you are grasping for another person to separate the two of you before your feet carry you towards him and your mouth works before your brain. 

But neither of you are alone together at the moment but, despite not wanting to, you wish that you were. Instead of him being pressed up against the wall, he could be standing in front of you with his hands on your hips, guiding you to the music in small steps of such intimacy that it would feel as if you would burst. Benedict was a good dancer but you always found yourself lacking in that department but he never seemed to mind. He could handle as your toes found his own, your elbows at the wrong angle, and your knees wobbly as he whispers jests that make you laugh too loud for the ton and breathes promises to you that make you melt as his fingers come too close for proprietary.  

Nathaniel is tight in his touches but he guides you the way Benedict never had. Chaos has always been both of your ways and you did so with smirks and wide grins that drove both of your mama’s to lunacy.

“Up a bit.” He nudges your elbow with a clean stroke of his finger before going back into position and with a deep breath you continue.

“Straighten your back, you don’t want to look like a slob.” It’s harsh but you follow along anyways.

Your strides are shaky and uneven but he fixes it with a small kick to your heel. “Loosen up, I will not let you fall if that is your worry.” You don’t say anything and a pale blond eyebrow ticks up. “That is your issue? I will not drop you, I can promise you that.” 

There is a small drop from the ground to your window but it is a close view to the Victors who are more than known for spying on their neighbors. If they were to look out their windows now they would see Benedict Bridgerton lifting you out of your window, his hands on your hips and a smile on yours as you keep in your laugh. Sneaking out of each other's respective households is an old process but one that doesn’t lose its charm. The prospect of being caught is an alluring yet dangerous drug like substance that neither of you can get enough of. 

You both sneak out to the gardens like thieves in the darkness of the sky and small kisses are exchanged on your way to the pond behind your house. The kisses are filled with small quips from you both along with giggles and remarks of your wickedness in sneaking out in the black of night. Still, neither of you leave for more modest options and leave these less pure deceptions of your respective families for when your season starts soon. 

It’s the mischief in his eyes that gets you walking faster to the pond. The promise of something that will be unforgettable in the dark waters of your family's pond that is normally filled with ducks or geese who have claimed it as their own. In your luck, neither have decided to take nightly refuge there and so you and Benedict lay out a blanket and lay down to look at the sky. 

Talks of the future are covered with conversations about hobbies and aspirations. Your own are of a home in the middle of nowhere with cats, books, and a nice fireplace with the solace of only yourself should everything go south with your current prospect. Benedict's own are of oils and canvases and dreams of being more than a second son. Still, even when you speak them into the sky and to yourselves, they seem hopeless. 

Because you are still a woman and he is still a second born Bridgerton son. 

The upcoming season holds many promises from the new ladies who will be introduced into society and thrusted upon men by their mamas for marriage. One of the new little ladies to be introduced into the marriage market is Daphne Bridgerton which comes as a small shock to you when you see her walking in small, confident strides toward Queen Charlotte. You had watched the girl grow up and now watching her brings small tears to her eyes and you wave shortly when she makes eye contact with you. 

Across from you stands Benedict whose eyes are pinned to his sister's form as she is introduced to the queen for judgment. It is a tense affair which ends with a small kiss to her head and an announcement that the Diamond of the Season had been found. You clap fiercely after she stands and Natheniel joins from beside you with small effort but he seems to try and replicate the wide smile on your face onto his own. 

Daphne turns around to leave and once more you make eye contact with her and smile. “Congratualtions,” you whisper to her as she passes and if anything, her smile seems to widen. 

Perhaps it is because it is from a former Diamond of the Season or it is from the woman who her brother was courting that makes her smile. Still, the great pride swelling in you dims down when you face Benedict once more, his own slipping a bit but ignoring shared feelings seems to be a sport that you both excel at. 

The end of the introductions are soon over and you meet with Penelope afterwards to give her your regards for her and her sisters shameful introductions. “You must walk with severe confidence later today at the ball. Men will come flocking at you then if you do so. They appreciate a nice challenge but not too much then they avoid you like the plague.” You move her bright red hair off of her shoulders a bit and sigh. “You must get your mama to change you from yellow. It doesn’t do your complexion well I’m afraid. Perhaps a nice purple or blue?”

The implications of such colors bring a flush to her cheeks and Penelope hisses out your name between embarrassed lips. “You cannot say that! What if someone were to hear and they would think that you imply that a—” she stops and looks around before breathing in small, quick strokes of air. “Mama is quite firm on our color scheme. It would be difficult to change it now.” 

“Oh hush. I’m sure I can get your mama to change her mind,” you say, waving your hand dismissively while looking around for Lady Featherington. 

Penelope hisses your name again and you look at her with firm intentions but her own stubbornness is clear. “It is alright,” she says. “Yellow is not the worst of colors to be dressed in.”

A sigh breaks past your lips and the sights of Nathaniel staring at you, beckoning for you to hurry along doesn’t help with your opinions in regarding the outfits that Lady Featherington insists on throwing upon her daughters. “If you insist then.” You give her a small hug before walking away. “I will see you tonight.”

The corset that your mama had insisted upon putting you in tied so tightly that you are sure that one more long breath of air will break your ribs. You say nothing to her though for she has been incredibly fussy as of late and is growing even more intolerable as your season comes closer and closer. Of course, you fare no better. Anxiety tears at from all sides as the hours tick by and the days pass both slowly and quickly. Your late night talks with Benedict when you both sneak out at night help you fall asleep when everything nips and bites at your brain from all sides. His words are calming and so are his soothing touches from his fingertips that ghost over the edges of your skin as he speaks to you gently. Your plans that you both have made for the season help as well—Benedicts plans are normally well thought out when it truly matters and in this instance it does. 

You walk confidently towards the queen and with the prowess of a woman who is already married—which you will be soon enough if your plans go smoothly enough. She stares at you calculatingly and when you curtsey towards her, you hear her stand and soon enough her fingers are under your jaw and you are staring into her brown eyes that are filled with mirth. 

A small kiss is placed on top of your head and you are almost sure it is the faintness that you feel when she declares you a Diamond of the Season. It isn’t until afterwards when your mother brings you into a tight hug and Benedict gives you a wide grin that it truly sets in. 

The ball is a grand affair with lively music and plenty of food for you to ignore the ton with. Though Nathaniel is contrary to your plans for the evening which include being at the food table and ignoring everyone and drags you to speak with others around you. He makes you introduce yourself to many Lords, Ladies, and even a few Dukes and Duchesses that are much like himself. Many of them are fine company, well read and good speakers that can relay information to you with eloquence and honor despite their words differ from such. Nathaniel mostly stays quiet while they speak and you try to follow his example but every other lady pulls you deep into conversation. The big topic seems to be your wedding. Something that you have been putting off and Nathaniel hasn’t stopped you from doing so, his papers and numbers taking much of his time and space of mind anyways. 

“You two have been engaged for nearly two years,” Lady Marjorie Hawksworth says, seeming to be scandalized by such a thing. “There must be some reason why you two haven’t married yet. Sickness has been rampant lately, so I can see that to be a good enough reason to not have a wedding. Your Duke is quite busy but even then he could set aside time for a short wedding and a quick honeymoon.” She laughs and sends a particularly nasty look at her husband. “Though, my own wedding was that way and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. So what is the reason?”

A firm hand on your hip makes your eyes dart up towards Nathaniel whose lips are tense and puckered with annoyance. His blond hair is swept back from its normally messy state which you have only seen on days that his work takes a certain great hold on him. “As you have stated my lady, I am busy many days out of the year but my fiancee,” he brings you closer then, almost shoving you behind him, “is a free spirit of sorts. We have done some great traveling and wish to do more before children tie both of us to our home.” Lady Marjorie flushes and opens her mouth before closing it again. “Ah, Lord Bridgerton! How would you feel about having a dance with my lady in place for me at the moment?”

Benedict stops in his tracks and looks at you for a long moment. You stare at him with shock that Nathaniel is giving you permission to dance with your former lover and hope that Benedict will say yes. It’s a few beats more before he extends his hand towards you. “I would be honored.”

Your dance card fills up rather quickly as the night goes on. Every line is filled with various names of potential suitors who you won’t consider for a second. Though the last line is being saved for a particular person who has made it his mission to hide away from you like the fox he is. 

For a moment, you consider looking out for him but it’s a small quest that you don’t want to take and sooner than later he will get bored with his little game and find you himself. So you perch yourself near the food table and raid it for all it’s worth secretly. The only person who seems to notice your little racoon adventure is Lady Danbury who only smirks at you with a secretive smile and you give her a small, sheepish smile behind your hand as your mouth is currently stuffed with the small little cheese blocks. 

“Are you planning to save any for everyone else?” Benedict asks from behind you. “Or are you on the path to eating all by yourself?”

You turn around and give him a smile and a piece of cheese that he pops into his mouth. “I can share and I am sure that there have been plenty before me who have picked at it.” You look at the platter again which is devoid of the small square blocks. “Or I have eaten them all and I will surely pay for it later,” you whisper to yourself prompting Benedict to laugh at you. 

“Well hopefully before your stomach decides to fail on you,” he holds out a hand, “I can give you a dance first.”

You cock an eyebrow and look at him with false disappointment. “It seems that my dance card is all filled up, Lord Bridgerton. I cannot dance with you tonight.” You turn around and look at him over your shoulder. “Perhaps another night will yield better results and you can dance with me then.”

You go to walk away but Benedict’s hand catches your wrist and holds it up so that he can peer at your dance card. “It seems that you have miscounted, my Lady. There is still space left for one more dance. Would you do me the honors of letting me take it?”

A sigh falls through your lips and you take his hand in your own. “If I must,” you tease. 

“You must,” he replies.

Benedict guides you through the swarm of people with a delicate hand. You’re sure that, under his gloves, it would be a much rougher touch than the one that his gloves give but even then it would still be soft. Of course you would know for you have felt those hands plenty of times before. On your face, hands, neck, on the bareness of your hips, and the insides of your thighs where his fingertips have grazed so lovingly. 

You hope that no words will be passed between the two of you but with Benedict, it is a false hope. “How has your night been so far?” He asks. It’s clumsy and awkward and so unlike Benedict but you can’t help but feel something in you ignite anyways. 

“It’s been fine,” you say curtly. Benedict winces at your words and you feel guilt inside of you but it is for the best. You know that. He does as well. But it doesn’t make anything easier—nothing about being near him ever is. 

He nods. Soon enough the dance ends and you can’t get away from him quick enough as you drop his hands and tear away from the dance floor. 

You ignore his hurt whisper of your name. You ignore your mama, your father, the ladies you pass and even Nathaniel who comes to your side quickly for whatever aid you might need. You only brush him off and storm outside, toward the gardens. Quickly you find solace in the shrubbery and sit down on the bench. Tears flood your eyes quickly and your head drops into our hands. It’s a hopeless thing, that is what you know for certain. Love still swirls hard within your heart but it is nothing but false hope. 

The sound of a cane makes you jerk your head up and you are met with the eyes of Lady Danbury who only looks at you with pity. “You poor dear,” she whispers. 

The park is a bustling paradise of bodies moving so frequently and with such busy talkers and opportunists, you and Benedict can slip away unnoticed. He is the one to mention such a thing after you and his mama were done talking. And courting couples are quite known for disappearing anyway. 

The ton are easy to navigate through, only having to stop every now and then to converse before being on your way again. Only a few question why you both are without chaperones but they are easy to deter. “Well, with enough people around our families thought it safe enough to walk around without one of them,” you both feed to the inquiring Lords and Ladies. 

The trees are enough cover when you both dart into them with muffled laughs and quick glances around you. You go in first, dropping your fan into the bushes that crowd one of the trees and go to grab it. Which, while painting Benedict as a poor gentleman, does help to cover you not coming back right away. Soon enough, he joins you within the cover of the trees and you both bound into its depths. 

Soon enough, you are both nestled deeply in the woods and you turn to kiss him. It is unlike your normal pecks of affection when he presses deeper against your lips and you do so back. Benedict twines his hands in your hair and pushes you back a few paces so that you are rested against the bark of a tree. His teeth nibble at your lip and a small moan tumbles out which gives Benedict enough time to slide his tongue inside your mouth. Then you feel one of his hands drop and grab the edge of your dress. “Can I?” He whispers against your mouth. You pause and look into his eyes, they’re darker than normal with clouds of something that you can’t place. 

Then, you nod.

Saltlake Manor is a towering thing that rests on the edge of a great expanse of wood. Nathaniel had told you repeatedly that he wouldn’t touch it out of respect for his grandmother you had started a small garden within and his mother who had continued it.

“You could as well,” he tells you with a small smile over dinner one night. “It has become a small tradition, my sister even worked on it with my mother and I hear you have a love for the grove behind your own estate. I can show you around after, should you like.”

You had liked it. It was a beautiful little thing and there was enough space to expand it and along with that there was a small burrow nearby. The rabbits that inhabited it were out and Nathaniel had even managed to pick one up, letting you hold it for a while before giving the little thing back to the mother. He had offered to even buy you one as a present but you had stopped him from doing so as your mother would have a cow if you showed back to the drawing room with a bunny in your hands. 

Contentness was a great offer with marrying Nathaniel. He was an older man, in his mid-thirties but he had taken no wife before you and perhaps wouldn’t have if your father had never presented you for him. Already he showed you a great promise of a good life and a few children were inevitable but you were sure that it wouldn’t be all too bad. Most older men doted greatly upon their young wives and even when courting, he already did. It wouldn’t be horrible to be married to Nathaniel Silverthorn—and that was what you were here to finally propose. 

You had told your mama of your plans and she had almost thrown you into the carriage with her extreme excitement. Though, now standing in front of the door of his office, doubt started to creep upon you but you shoved it down as the door opened to reveal the man himself. 

Nathaniel looks at you with a wide smile. “Oh hello, I wasn’t expecting you today,” he remarks fondly. 

“Yes I know. I should have sent a message beforehand, I’m deeply sorry for not doing so but I need to talk to you about something important.”

His eyebrows furrow, concern riddling his features as he opens the door further and lets you into his office but he leaves the door open for propriety's sake. “Are you alright?” He asks, grabbing your hands gently. 

“Yes, I am.” You squeeze his hands and look into his bright blue eyes that differ so much from Benedict’s own. “I am ready.”

Those blue eyes light up like lanterns and a smile climbs upon his face like a sprawling river. “You are?”

No. “Yes. I am ready to be married, Nathaniel.”

“Nothing happened mama. I swear, we were only walking, that was it.”

Your mama shakes her head, her cheeks are flushed with anger and you can tell that she is resisting the urge to yell. “That is not what Lord Berbrooke said. He said that he saw Lord Bridgerton and you…in an intimate manner,” she chokes out in disgust and great shame. 

You scoff. “You do not question what Lord Berbrooke was doing in those woods himself?”

“It does not matter!” She slumps down on the chair beside you. “Already there is talk of your actions with Lord Bridgerton and your ruined purity. You will have to marry him!”

“My purity is not ruined, I can promise you that mama. Me and Benedict are courting anyways, marriage was already in the cards.” You stand up and kneel in front of her, grabbing her hands. “Let me talk to father, he will understand then.”

She shakes your head. “Your courtship with Lord Bridgerton has been annulled this morning by your father and the Viscount. Other plans are to be made for you.”

As if on cue, your father walks in with a stern expression. “I have traveled to Saltlake Manor to speak with Duke Silverthorn. He has agreed, that despite the rumors, he will marry you to save my ruined reputation.”

You stare at him, confused. “What?” You breathe out, a fuzz in your ears which block out all sounds but your own heartbeat and the baritone of your fathers voice. 

“You will thank me one day,” he spits out your name with vitriol and turns back around. “You will marry the Duke when the season is over, should you not be showing by then.”

It is there, on the floor, that you feel the waves of nauseousness. The feel of heartbreak against your soul. And your mama grasps your hands tighter when you go to stand, a rope keeping you tied away from running towards Benedict. She pulls you towards her, letting you cry into her shoulder.

[sashi-ya]

𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻. Trafalgar Law x F! Reader

🌨 a/n: so I recently been to Austria, a country I often visit since it's literally like a dream. (plus, my mom knew she was pregnant with me there, so I was used to come back to Innsbruck as much as I could with her). But in any case I got inspired there to write this little fic, that might -or not- be a multi chapter one if you all like it. The place exists and the scam part, happened to me -kinda, the airbnb existed, but not as it was listed :P- but in any case, please enjoy and don't forget to leave some feedback if you want more~ ❄ tw: a very sfw story, that might evolve into something else if you want me to keep writing about their trip 😏 ☃ wc: 2.6k

Hijacking for the first time, what could go wrong? Maybe everything, maybe nothing.

A two-month long trip all around Europe has found you on a little village of Austria. Your boots are cold, but luckily they are snow proof ones. Your skin all bumpy, your cheeks irritated. It’s been snowing all night, and despite the sun rising for now, some clouds in the sky menace with more white blessing to fall upon your shoulders very soon.

Those little mountain streets around the Alps are wonderful, they surround mountains going up and down and in a spiral way. But those are wonderful, as long as you can drive a car with heating. And you don’t have one right now.

The crunchy sound of the snow beneath your boots mix with the melody of a glacial river running in between the mountain and the road. It is certainly beautiful, the little rocks and stones being bathed by such pure and cold water, the rests of dry leaves and some moss growing on an everlasting shadow casted by tall, enormous peaks.  Everything is worth taking a picture, but you should prioritize your battery life this time around. The GPS is sometimes wonky, being that high can affect the service.

Many cars have passed by, but none of them have stopped. Little lorries carrying logs pass, cars completely drenched in dirty snow and that mix of salt that roads have during winters.

However, just when your hopes for finding someone to at least give you a ride to the next village were about to run out, the yellow shine of an old VW ban flashes before your eyes.

There, behind a curve -a very dangerous one if you ever went to the mountains- something smells like smoke and a tall man of white furry hat swears up to the skies.

You walk towards him, carefully. Who knows what is happening? Who knows who that man is capable of? There is one thing you are sure, however, and it is that this man is absolutely mad at his old van.

When peaking behind a dark wooden tree that’s now covered in spots of white snow, you discover the annoyed man is a young -handsome- one.

His van, a little rusty but still cute, seems to be having problems to keep going and the smoke coming from it shows it very well.

“Sir? Sir! Your van is catching fire!” you announce, realizing the smoke is indeed a very serious issue.

The guy of chocolate skin and tattooed hands turns around to look immediately at you and then to the back of the van. Those 70’s vehicles had actually their engines right in the back instead of the front.

And Indeed, you were right. Apparently the climb had been too tough for the poor old VW and its engine couldn’t take it any longer.

He quickly opens the back door, maybe searching for a fire extinguisher while you grab fistfuls of snow in an attempt to put down the incipient flames. Quickly enough, and with not many damages to count, the fire stops, and the only thing left is a big black spot on the back of the caravan.

“Thank you” he says, as dry as hopefully your socks. “No problem. What happened? Did the engine over heat?” you ask, curious despite his “I don’t want friends” face. “Yes; these hills are no joke. This never happened to my Polar, but there is always a first time…” he sighs, assessing the damage with a sad expression.

Apparently his van has a name; “Polar”. That’s very cute, and his eyes too. A golden shine in them looks even beautiful with the pristine white around. His tattoos do as well. You wonder about his name, and what is he doing on the road, but you are not sure if it’s proper to ask. However, he asks first.

“What are you doing here? do you have a car?” he mumbles, his voice is as attractive as he is. His eyes scan the place, but nothing catches his attention.

“No, I am actually hijacking. No one stopped so I started walking before the sun starts going down. I definitely got scammed; the Airbnb I was supposed to stay in didn’t, in fact, exist.

He grunts, almost silently. Apparently he is not happy with what happened to you but that’s it.

“Well, that’s so unsafe. I am sorry I can’t give you a ride right now. Apparently none of us have been blessed with good luck today” he says, walking around his vehicle with long legs covered in spotted jeans.

You nod. Your tongue is aching to ask about him, but you clearly catch the hint… he doesn’t want you there.

“Yep. Well, I wish you luck! I must keep going” “Same to you, be careful”

He doesn’t even look at you, something that makes you -somehow- very sad. In any case, you start walking away. There is no point in staying there… even if you have great mechanical skills that could help.

And as you do, you also have a very, very loud consciousness voice screaming at you on how could you leave him with no solution if you know it…

“Sir, you should check your water level…”  you shout, a few meters away from him. The sound of your voice echoes in the huge natural immensity of the Alps and his golden eyes finally fall upon you.

He stops moving for some seconds, lost in you. You, as well, wait for him to say something else. Something like “stay with me” or “don’t go”. A total stranger you want to hang up with. A total unknown woman he wants to protect.

“You know how to fix this?” “I do…”

Or so that was what you thought.  

No more than a couple of minutes took you to help him out. VW vans are noble machines; they are durable and easy to fix despite their particular design. And soon, as a part of your payment, the man that you learned is called Law and you drove away through intricate roads and huge snowflakes.

“Where are you going, (Name)-ya?” he asks, handing you an old cover from an old comic, Germa 66.

“I was supposed to stay for a couple of days in Bad Goisern, and then I thought of visiting Salzburg. I am on a long trip through Europe. What about you?”  you ask, cuddling with the blanket. A certain blessing for your freezing hands.

He nods, checking the breaks before going down the hill.

“I am too. I just graduated medical school and I thought of taking a little vacation before my residency starts. I’m going to be a surgeon. A cardiac surgeon” he tells, full of dreams he fails to cover up behind a tough guy expression.

You celebrate his success, and the next couple of hours become a ping pong of questions and answers. A smile on your face that leaves your cheeks hurting accompanies you until the sun hides and the little lights on the mountains start to scatter.

You didn’t want to go down in the first village, nor the second, nor the third. Law, didn’t want you to go down his van either. You named Salzburg, and he promised you to take you there.

But the night found both of you, and apparently your mechanical skills weren’t as good as you thought the would… Polar decided to stop, in the middle of nowhere during a dark, very dark winter night.

You close your eyes as the sound of rusty gears fail and Law’s annoyance grows stronger than ever. When Polar finally loses all of the power, Law manages to agonizingly park on the side of the road and a huge sighs escapes his lips.

You peak through your left eye; his DEATH tattooed fingers squeeze the wheel, and you know he will snap at any moment. But he doesn’t…

“I’m sorry. I thought- I-“ you try to give a plausible apologize, even though you had nothing to do with it.

“No. It is not your fault… it is mine- As we didn’t stop, I have completely forgotten to fuel Polar up” Law says, absolutely mortified for such stupid mistake. Apparently you were enough distraction to keep him from the basics of road tripping.

You breath alleviated and try to stop your upcoming laughter. Your grimacing did nothing to hide it, and a big burst of laughter took over the van and everything around.

Law looks at you pissed, but a soft smirk garnishes his lips. You can’t stop, perhaps it isn’t that funny… but you feel so happy right now. And you have no idea why, since you are literally stranded in a very dark wood with temperatures below 0C and snow pooling on top of that van.

“Welp, it’s ok. We should wait until tomorrow, then” you say, knowing the risks. “You- you prefer spending the night in here? aren’t you afraid of dying?” he asks, surprised.

“I am, in fact, scared of dying. That’s why I know very well I can’t walk during a snowstorm in the middle of the night in the Alps. Plus, you are too sweet to be considered a threat” you joke, searching for some chocolate inside your backpack.

Law narrows his eyes, deepening his frown. Apparently being called “sweet” and “not a threat” is not something he enjoys.

“I could cut you open and took all of your organs out during the night” he says, serious as hell. “Go for it. Don’t forget to steal my heart, doctor” you laugh, taking your jacket off.

Law is flabbergasted; he has never confronted someone like you before… but he is beginning to like it now.

A bar of chocolate that you had kept in your backpack for too long lays too close to his nose. You shake it, offering its sweetness to him.

He takes it but doesn’t eat it. Instead, his hand gets pressed against the window behind you. Law has pinned you against the door of your side. He is not a very muscular man, but he is indeed very tall and lean… if he wanted, he could do anything to you.

Your eyes widen, big as the moon. You swallow, thinking maybe walking through the forest might be a safer option.

“L-Law… I- didn’t mean to-“ you tremble, asking yourself where did you put the Victorinox blade you bought in Switzerland… it should be enough to defend yourself, right?

You notice his chest is also tattooed as his clothes open just a little. His arms, are too. His scent, despite the danger, smells deliciously tempting…

“Don’t trust strangers that easily, (Name)-ya” he whispers, a few centimetres from your lips. Letting you go after and biting the chocolate bar as if nothing has just happened.

You remain there, frozen up with your eyes widen and your lips softly trembling. He is, in fact, very right. Law is indeed a stranger, after all.

When oxygen finally begins to reach your lungs and brain again, you move and blink the dry eyes away. Silently you sit back, properly. You aren’t able to say anything, somehow you have run out of words.

You squeeze the blanket he gave you, covering you as much as you could, making yourself as tiny as possible on that old leather seat.

“Are you ok?” he asks, so nonchalantly.

“Ye-yes, I’m… ok” you mumble back, almost sticking yourself to the passenger door. “Is it ok if I go to sleep? I’m tired”

Law nods, confused. Maybe he was just joking around, but it did scare you big time. He goes down the van and opens the back doors. You look at him disappearing in the darkness until a very little glimpse of silver light coming from the moon filters through the doors.

But, soon after, fairy lights illuminate the back allowing you to discover a very cozy space behind the front seats.

“I am glad I installed this independently from the fuel tank. I have a little power generator for the back. It’s not a hotel bed, but it does the job” he says, showing you a precarious mattress covering the entire floor of the vehicle.

You smile softly, it looks cozy and pretty. The walls are full of random posters and maps, and there is even an old picture of a younger Law with three more guys wearing fancy hats with something written in the snow. You take a closer look at it, to discover it says, “Pirates of Heart” and you giggle. What a peculiar gang name.

“Law, this is really cute. You even have a lot of blankets and cushions!” you chime, easing a little bit.

“My best friend Bepo decorated it for me, I only helped him with the lights” he says, a little embarrassed.

You jump right back, leaving your backpack in the front seat and forgetting everything for the moment. What a reckless lover girl.

“I am going to sleep in the front seat, don’t worry. Use as many blankets as you need” he informs you, closing the back doors and leaving you there. You most probably were to say “no, stay here” but you simply couldn’t.

After all, this tattooed doctor is a gentleman. Right?

You let yourself rest for a bit on that improvised bed, with your sight blurring while looking at the fairy lights. The scent of the blankets and pillows is the same as him, something you secretly enjoy without even knowing. You catch a glimpse of the reflection of him sitting in the front through the back windows, at how he takes his hat off revealing a dark shade of onyx spiky hair.

For the next half an hour, or maybe less, you both become silent. The only sounds are the huge slaps of snow falling from the sky against the van and the subtle whistle of the wind filtering through the doors.

It is cold, but it’s probably colder in the front as Law is only using his Germa 66 blanket to cover up…

“Law? Are you awake?” you ask, shyly.

“Mh? Yes... why?” he asks back, with not much emotion but a soft tremble on his voice. He is probably cold, very cold.

“I feel bad for you; you must be freezing. There is plenty of room back here, you could sleep here. It’s ok with me” you say, taking advantage of not being in front of him.

Law takes a few minutes to move, but he ultimately does. He hops to where you are and sits there crossing his long legs. He is not wearing his black leather boots, so you can see Sora’s socks.

“Cool socks” you say, sitting right in front of him watching his cheeks go blushed. “Here, cover up. You are freezing, doc”

Both of you cover up with heavy blankets and fall into the mattress at the same time, facing each other.

Maybe, it is too strong to deny it. The attraction is natural, and you both can’t stop it… Exactly like the wind and cold reaching your skins.

“I am still cold” you mumble.

“I read in one of my books that the best way to keep the warmth of our bodies is to share it… skin to skin” he whispers, unable to take his eyes away from your lips.

“Is that so?” you breathe, coming closer to his embrace, allowing his arms to surround your frame and your hips to join with the other’s.

His forehead slowly touches yours, the bridge of your noses do as well. Your fingers, playfully but slowly, crawl to the crook of his neck. While his, squeeze your waist with delicate dominance. A leg that snake into the other’s, crossing, tangling…

Lips coming closer, so close. Breaths warming up, going faster and bumpy. Hearts that indeed had been stolen, the first kiss of two strangers, meeting for the very first time like two snowflakes join while falling from an endless sky

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWill they continue their journey together? 🦢

[starryeyeddreamer21]

So I have this idea for a Hazbin Hotel au and just hear me out okay.... CO PARENTING AU

Like the hotel residents are just chilling when the doorbell rings and Charlie goes to answer it hoping that it's a demon that wants to be redeemed but no it's a little baby wrapped in a fuzzy pink blanket

Charlie freaks out, y'know as you do when there's a baby on your doorstep, and she calls the others over

Angel is the first to respond he squeals and picks up the baby Nifty climbs onto his shoulder to get a closer look

"Can we keep it?"

Husk facepalms (mostly to hide his smile because Angel looks so cute with that baby)

Vaggie is horrified and continues refusing to let Angel keep this baby

Angel just goes on a whole rant about how her parents left her there and he wasn't going to abandon her (he's really going for guilt tripping them tbh) In the middle of the rant he thrusts the baby into Vaggie's arms and she just stares down at this baby and you can see her fall in love right then and there

Charlie is watching this with heart eyes because Vaggie looks so soft right now

Sir Pentious is just like "Sssso are we keeping it?" (He's not very good with kids)

Spoiler alert: they kept her

I've been thinking about this way too much so here's what I think they'd be like as parents

Most of them in the same boat where they're good with kids but being good with kids and raising them is a whole nother story

Vaggie: is a little too strict at times and is probably the one saying you can't have too much sugar. She didn't really have a childhood so she's trying her best to give the baby the best childhood she can while also keeping her safe and probably being way too overprotective

Charlie: is spending as much time with that child as possible. She never wants her to think she's being abandoned and wants her to know that they love her more than anything. She's basically just trying to be there the way her parents weren't.

Angel: His style of parenting is very different from Vaggie's. He's not strict at all he just really wants to be liked. He's still a good parent though. He's basically trying to give her the childhood he didn't get and is definitely overprotective. He's terrified of what Valentino would do if he found out about her which he knows is irrational because she's got the most powerful family in hell but he still has nightmares about it. He will definitely bring the baby into his bed a lot of nights instead of leaving her in her crib. He talks to her a lot in Italian and sings her lullabies.

Husk: He's an amazing father. He's logical but chill enough to be a good middle ground in the middle of all the crazy. He's basically the kind of parent we all need. He's very intune with others feelings and always knows what's wrong when she's crying.

Nifty: She takes on a lot of the important stuff like changing and bathing her. She's tiny and can't actually pick the baby up but she's a surprisingly good parent anyway. She's still Nifty though so she's definitely making toys out of roach corpses and entertaining her with those puppet shows.

Sir Pentious: Okay this man has no idea what he's doing at all. He's not very good with children just because he doesn't know how to interact with them but he shows love in his own way. He's the one that makes her crib and most of her toys. He's definitely the one that teaches her math and science when she's older and they would probably invent together too.

Alastor: He wanted absolutely nothing to do with this baby. He was against bringing her into the hotel all together but eventually he warmed up to her. It starts when everyone else is asleep and he hears the baby crying. After a minute of contemplation he decides to go see what's going on. He ends up rocking her and humming his jazz music until she falls back asleep. He starts doing this every night (someone has definitely walked in on him doing this but nobody mentions it to his face). He's the kind of parent that takes a vow like "I will protect you to my dying breath" y'know some crazy shit like that

Lucifer: He's there all the time helping out. He's the kind of grandparent that would brag about his grandkids, he's showing everyone pictures of this baby it's honestly embarrassing. He's really doing his best to make up for not spending enough time with Charlie. He's also the only one who knows anything about children like they wouldn't even know how to feed this kid without him.

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Teen Romance Prompts

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1.) The classic jacket lending. Scary amusement park? Character A gave Character B their jacket and they look over at Character B, who's hiding their face in it. ADORABLE.

2.) After a party, taking care of drunk Character B. Character A takes off Character B's make-up, brushes their hair, changes them into something comfy, and puts them to bed.

3.) Acro-Yoga putting them in a very awkward situation (James and Anna, we love you)

4.) Characters A&B live in a small town, and they walk up to the lake together. Playful wrestling turns into pushing the other into the lake.

5.) Middle of the night with their friend group, dumbass Character B climbs a rock & falls. Character A quickly helps them up, checking them for injuries, which makes their entire friend group ship them.

6.) While sitting next to eachother in math class, Character A checks Character B's paper.

7.) Character A learns that Character B's favourite book series is (____) and proceeds to finish it in three days to be able to talk to Character B more. (I did this for my crush in 5th grade, btw)

8.) Midnight trip to Target and Character A pushea Character B around in the cart.

9.) Character B being closed off and quiet, and Character A is only calm around them as not to overwhelm Character B.

10.) Being good with the other characters' younger siblings, omfg, marry me, please

Love yall 🫶 no credit required, but still tag me bc I would LOVE to read your writing.

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Small Discoveries

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

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Author’s note: My entry for @morallyinept’s Flora and Fauna challenge! The graphic is by me and dividers are by @saradika-graphics 💐

Summary: You and Din enjoy the scenery of Naboo where you learn something new about him.

Word count: 717

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established relationship, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Grogu is with Luke, very light angst, fluff, pet names (cyar’ika), no use of y/n

You’re on Naboo with Din and it’s your first time visiting. He had to come here for a bounty and you decided to tag along. The planet’s in full bloom, teeming with flowers on the streets and lining all of the windows. You’ve heard this planet is famous for its natural landscape- specifically its rolling hills. And you’re dying to see them.  

But for now, you’re stuck in the Razor Crest, waiting for Din to return from his job. You’re sitting in the cockpit, watching the clouds roll along above you. You’re excited to enjoy a little slice-of-life moment with him for once. Ever since Grogu left to train with the Jedi, he’s been working himself to the bone, taking bounty after bounty to distract from the pain. 

You hear the exit ramp lowering and climb down from the cockpit, watching as Din schleps the bounty inside. He’s already knocked unconscious but Din shoves him in the carbonite freezer anyway, sighing once he’s done dragging such a heavy load. 

Once the bounty is secured in the carbonite you ask Din, “Care for a little sightseeing?” with wide eyes and a sweet smile, hoping he’ll say yes. He knows you’ve been so excited to come here. 

“Anything for you, cyar’ika. What would you like to see?” he says, softening up and wrapping an arm around your waist. 

“The fields.” 

“Let’s go.”

He leads you down the ramp, sealing the Crest behind you two. He’s docked on the outskirts of Theed so the fields aren’t far. And soon enough, you’re met with the scenic views of majestic hills. Mountains loom in the background and the sun peeks through the clouds. The breeze gently shakes the grass and… the wildflowers. Maker, they’re beautiful, in all different colors. 

You can’t help yourself. You start running down the hill, letting the wind kiss your skin. 

“Wait!” Din shouts behind you. 

You turn and watch him barrel down the hill after you. But he’s not as graceful. Because he trips and lands on a rock, falling helmet first. A gasp escapes your lips. Your first instinct is to run over to him but once he hit the ground his helmet flew off. 

You run over to him, picking up his helmet that skidded towards you while simultaneously trying not to look at his face. You keep your eyes averted to the ground and walk over to him but just as you’re handing him his helmet, he sneezes. 

“I don’t… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sneeze before.”

Instead of responding, he sneezes again. And again. And again. 

“I think… I’m allergic to the flowers,” he sniffles. 

You can’t help but laugh. 

“What? It’s not funny,” he says. You imagine he’s pouting. He puts on his helmet and his modulated voice returns. “Much better.”

“So you’re allergic to flowers and I heard you sneeze for the first time… Does the helmet normally drown out the sneezes?” you say, looking at him. He’s sitting in the grass, legs straight out in front of him with his hands flat on their palms behind him. 

“Yes, but normally I don’t have to sneeze. The helmet blocks out most irritants.”

“Hm. You learn something new every day.”

You sit down next to him and lean on his shoulder, admiring the beauty around you. It’s silent between you two but for once it’s not comfortable. It feels natural. Your mind wanders to what life was like before Grogu left, how happy the three of you were before. You think about bringing Grogu here and how much he’d love the flowers. You reach out and pick one, smelling it and being sure not to mention Grogu. It’s a sensitive topic for Din and rightfully so. 

But then he surprises you again, for the third time today. 

“I bet the kid would like it here.”

You look over at him and he meets your gaze, the sunlight bouncing off his helmet as his cape billows in the wind. Your heart swells with love, happy that he’s finally enjoying himself for once.

“I bet he would,” you affirm, leaning against his shoulder.

“Thanks for putting up with me,” Din whispers. “I know it hasn’t been easy.”

“It’s no problem” you reassure him. “Thanks for taking me here.”

“Anything for you, cyar’ika.”

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