#COME ON UNDER THE LAKE U CAN DO IT

[lovebugism]

shy!reader goes to the pool with Eddie and is too afraid to wear her swimsuit in front of him? Maybe she’s wearing clothes over her bikini/one piece and doesn’t want to undress at first because of her nerves lol

hope u like it! — you still get a little nervous showing your body, but eddie takes it all in stride (shy!fem!r, established relationship, cw for mentions of body insecurity, 1.1k)

Eddie’s rubber flip-flops are much too big on your feet. You fight to keep them on and match his longer strides at the same time. He leads you down the scenic trail of the Harrington vacation home with one hand curled intently around your own. He doesn’t seem phased by the dirt clinging to his bare feet.

“Think Steve’s folks will get mad if we skinny dip?” he jokes over his shoulder, wild curls billowing in the late afternoon wind.

You shrug. “I don’t think they own the lake, so…”

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” he scoffs.

“Me neither,” you concur with a quiet laugh.

A set of wooden steps lead off the trail and towards the shore. They creak under your weight, ancient and half-eroded with time. Eddie stands beside you on the dock, lips curled into a pink, lopsided smile. “Well, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em,” he quips before reaching for the hem of his shirt.

You giggle when he lifts the fabric up and over his head. His milky white torso is left on display for you, sprinkled with sparse hair and a couple of faded tattoos. His body is lanky and lean — stomach soft with gentle pudge where his happy trail begins. You couldn’t hide your leering if you wanted to.

“You’re crazy,” you say, still laughing.

“Crazy for you,” the boy croons. 

You watch him reach for the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with them for a moment. Your chest swirls with a strange, hollow feeling. “Wait— Are you serious?” you wonder with wide, glimmering eyes. You’ve never felt totally comfortable swimming in a bathing suit, let alone naked.

Eddie shrugs his freckled shoulders and tugs his jeans down his scruffy thighs. “Yeah. Why not?”

He’s left in his thin, plaid boxers now. He doesn’t seem nearly as fazed by it as you do. Heart thrumming like an anxious hummingbird, your eyes dart over your shoulder and back to him. “What if the others see?!”

“Then let ‘em see,” he chuckles, golden like the early setting sun. “Who cares?”

I care, you almost say, ‘cause you’re too pretty, and I’m not pretty enough. 

You swallow your loathing and instead reply, “Steve would never let you live it down if he caught you out here. You know that.”

Eddie’s bare feet pad against the creaking wooden dock. The sound is mostly drowned out by the waves ebbing and flowing beneath you. Nothing could hide the heavenly sound of his laughter, though. “What? That I’m skinnydipping with the prettiest girl in Indiana?” the boy retorts with a boyish chuckle. “I wouldn’t want him to let me live it down.”

You swallow hard, not swayed by the compliment. Your unsure gaze flits to your feet and the black sandals Eddie lent you on the way down. You see his paler, bare ones come into view just before his calloused palms smooth over your waist — above the oversized t-shirt you wear, which also belongs to the boy in front of you.

“I’m just… I’m just kidding, you know? About the skinnydipping thing,” Eddie assures you, suddenly serious and much quieter with it. His head ducks down to catch your falling gaze. His chocolate eyes sparkle beneath the yellow sun. His lips curl into a lopsided smile. “We don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable. We never have to do anything you don’t want, you know that.”

You purse your lips to the side and think for a moment. You’re not nearly as at ease swimming naked as he is, but you’d be silly to turn down the opportunity to be alone with him. You have spent the entire weekend babysitting, after all.

“Can I keep my bathing suit on?” you wonder sheepishly.

Eddie scoffs. “Of course you can! You can do whatever you want, doll. I’m followin’ your lead here.”

He smacks a kiss to your lips, mouth tasting of nicotine, soda, and strawberries — like nostalgia and springtime.

“Can you turn around?”

Eddie meets your coy look with a wider smile. “Yeah. Sure,” he hums and steps back from you to spin on his heel. You know he’ll see you in your bathing suit before you step foot in the water, but you’ve always felt distinctly smothered by his gaze. You don’t feel half deserving of the adoration always swimming in the deep brown of them.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, you know?” he quips without looking at you.

“It’s different,” you insist, pulling your t-shirt up and over your head. You fold it neatly before setting it gingerly on the dock. You’re left in the pretty one-piece you thrifted before the trip — a floral number that dips low at the chest and ties into a bow at the back.

Eddie doesn’t really understand, but he figures he doesn’t have to. He’ll do whatever makes you most comfortable, no questions asked. “Sure,” he nods. “Can I look now?”

You hesitate for a reason you can’t name. You feel more at ease with Eddie than anyone else in the whole wide world — and besides the fact that he’s seen you in much, much less — you shouldn’t be as nervous as you are now.

“Yeah…” you waver.

Eddie peeks at you over his shoulder for a moment before turning to face you fully. His pink lips purse and a low whistle sounds between them. “Damn,” he mumbles.

You fight back a smile and look away from him, wringing your anxious hands into a knot. “Hush…”

“You’re a total smokeshow, baby.”

“Eddie!”

“Don’t know why you wanna hide from me so bad…” he teases lowly, gravitating towards you without thinking. His hands are warm and wide as they smooth over your sides. His palms curl around your lower back and idle there, fingers lingering just above your ass. “All I wanna do is look at you, and you won’t even let me…” he jokes, mostly serious, but with a playful pout on his lips.

Your arms cross between your bodies. You glare up at him with pretty doe eyes that swim with all the love you have for him. You couldn’t pretend to be annoyed if you tried. “It’s ‘cause you’re so nice…”

His brows raise and disappear behind his fluffy bangs. “You’re shy because I think you’re hot?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “It’s weird.”

“Maybe,” Eddie laughs. He figures it’s on-brand enough for him, as the resident freak and all. But loving you has never felt unnatural or strange. It feels normal, like an instinct he’s always had, something he’s always been destined to do. So he just tilts his pretty head and smiles sweetly down at you. “Can’t help it, though.”

[lydiasfalling]

PINS AND NEEDLES

percy jackson x athena!reader

➸✧˖*°࿐ taglist : open!

˗ˋˏ warnings : use of y/n, post breakup, angst, possible part two??? ˎˊ-

‧₊˚✧ lydia’s yap fest ! ✧˚₊‧

post breakup yearning? sign me up. also i’ve never ever written athena reader cause it feels too much like writing myself and i don’t want to project but i hope u guys enjoy!!! (unedited!)

it had been exactly three weeks, two days, and six hours since you and percy jackson had broken up. now, while it pained you to admit, you missed him. your friends would tell you that you couldn’t miss him. not when you had left him the way you did. truth is, life as a demigod was hard. having no guarantees that you would even be alive tomorrow was a hard pill to swallow. it had gotten to a point where it felt wrong to give percy another weight on his back. he was already under the pressure of saving the world, he didn’t need a relationship to balance on it.

first came the arguing. it had become a staple for the recent era of your relationship. you would bring up the idea of taking a break, which he would turn down. he refused to hear you out whatsoever. then came the silent treatment. he couldn’t stand how every time you’d spoken, you would flip it back to the topic of breaking up. he thought better to just ignore the problem all together. finally, came the blow up. you two had found a rare moment of peace amongst the war. his fingers raked through your wet hair as you laid on his lap. you had again decided to bring up the topic again. the resulted in the fight. breaking up wasn’t easy, but something you saw necessary.

now, you paced in your cabin. these past few weeks had been a personal tartarus for you ( and you assumed percy, or he-who-shall-not-be-named ). every little thing reminded you of him. the smell of the lake you’d spend hours swimming in. the fields you would run through hand-in-hand. the bed you would spend hours having—well, you get the point. every corner held a memory. this realization made you want to rip your scalp clean off.

however, no matter how much you would deny it, you were still hopelessly in-love with perseus jackson. watching him from a far made you realize just how lucky you had been to call him yours. the beauty of his soul was one you wish could be captured and put in a jar for everyone to admire. the selfish part of you wanted that jar on your nightstand. you decided now was the time. you would finally leave the comfort of your cabin and venture into the camp. your siblings were sure that you were aware how many times percy had asked them about you. he told them to make sure you got proper care since he couldn’t be the one to do so. you knew he’d be happy to see you getting dressed to leave.

“y/n? you coming?” your sister had asked you. it was just about to be lunch.

“mhm. give me one moment.” the mirror showed you what you had dread seeing. heavy purple bags laid under your eyes. your cheeks seemed hollow. people would argue that you couldn’t be sad since you broke up with him, but they didn’t understand. you and percy were—by definition—joined at the hip. you did everything together. now the color had been drained out of usually exciting things.

“any day now.” you joined your sister at the doorframe, stepping out into the sun. the aroma of camp consumed your senses, putting you at a momentary state of ease. this ended soon as you felt the formalist presence of a certain brunette boy. his aura was contagious. you could feel him radiating half way across the world. however, he was unusually dull. turning around, you finally came face to face with percy.

“i. . . uh. . . hi, ang—y/n. didn’t see ya there.” even in the awkward atmosphere, he still managed to bring your shoulders down and your brows to relax.

“mhm. . .” you didn’t truly speak, scared of what would leave your mouth. you quickly turned back around and began to shuffle away. percy hand caught your wrist in record time.

“can we, ya know, talk? i don’t think i got to say my piece when everything went down.” he kept his hand on your skin, goosebumps trailing up your arm at the feeling. you ripped you arm away as if the touch had burned you.

“now’s not a great time.”

“okay, well, when is a good time?” he shifted on his heels

“sometime. . . other. . . than now?” you said, though it sounded more like a question to both of you.

“what happened?” he questioned, an exasperated look coming over his features.

“what?” you asked.

“to us! what happened to us? i mean. . .fuck, y/n. i was in love with you. scratch that. i am in love with you. and im trying really, really hard to respect your decision. but how can i? how can i walk past you every single day knowing im so beyond in love with you that i can’t even function? i cant even think about battle anymore. it’s you. you occupy every thought from the moment i wake up to the moment i fall to sleep. it’s painful.”

“it’s for the best.” you whispered.

“bullshit! i think you’re just scared!” his volume increased, causing other campers to turn in your direction.

“lower your voice, percy.” you smiled at everyone, hoping they would stop listening. “like i said, this really isn’t a good time.” you left soon after those words left your mouth, not allowing him any time to protest.

“y/n!” he called after you. you simply pretended not to hear it as you re-entered your cabin, slamming the door behind you.

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[mirrored-muse]

Hi could u maybe do a Lottie x female reader romantic where Lottie takes the reader to the lake and swims with her and realises she’s attracted to the reader smth along those lines ty !

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ. ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. 😭

The lake wasn’t far from camp, but the walk there felt longer than you remembered.

You followed Lottie through the trees, the sun starting to dip just enough to cool the air. It was quiet—just the sound of your footsteps and the soft rustle of branches brushing against each other overhead.

When you reached the edge of the water, she turned to you.

“No one comes out here this time of day,” she said. “It’s safe.”

You nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. “You sure it’s not too cold?”

“It’s cold,” she said simply, a small smile playing on her lips. “But you get used to it.”

She stepped out of her boots, one at a time, and sat down to peel off her socks. Her movements were slow, and thoughtful, like everything she did had a reason behind it. You hesitated for a second, watching her.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she said without looking at you. “I just thought you might like the quiet.”

You let out a breath and started pulling off your shoes. “No, I do. It’s just easy to forget what peace feels like these days.”

Lottie nodded. “It’s rare out here. But it’s still here.”

Pulling your dress overhead, you step into the water together, Lottie following close behind. It felt like ice at first, sharp and shocking, but after a few moments, your body started to adjust. Lottie waded deeper, her expression calm as always until she dipped under completely. When she surfaced, her dark hair slicked back and water dripping from her lashes, she looked serene.

You swam closer, breath catching a little in your throat.

“I get why you come here now,” you said. “It’s quiet, but it’s not… empty.”

Lottie’s eyes met yours. “It’s the kind of quiet that listens.”

You floated beside her in the still water, close enough to feel the heat from her skin despite the chill. The sun caught the edge of her face, making her eyes look softer than usual. There was something comforting about the way she held herself, like no matter how chaotic things got, Lottie was always steady.

“Do you ever get scared out here?” you asked suddenly. The question surprised even you.

She didn’t answer right away, seemingly lost in thought.

“Sometimes,” she said, voice low. “But not with you.”

Your chest tightened at that. You looked down at the surface of the water, watching the way the ripples moved around the two of you.

Lottie was quiet again, then she said, “Out here, everything’s always watching, always shifting. But with you, it feels still. Like I can just exist.”

You turned your head toward her. She wasn’t smiling, but her eyes were open in a way they weren’t with most people. You could see the truth in them, she meant it.

You didn’t say anything. Just reached out and lightly brushed your fingers against hers beneath the surface.

She didn’t pull away from your touch. Her fingers curled slightly, brushing yours back under the water.

The ripples between you stilled for a moment.

Lottie’s gaze stayed on your hand. “Sometimes I think… the quiet knows things before I do,” she said softly.

You tilted your head, a small crease forming in your brow. “What do you mean?”

She was quiet for a few seconds. The kind of silence that didn’t feel heavy, just full of thought.

“I didn’t know what I was feeling. Not for a while,” she murmured. “But then I’d come out here and think about you. And it was like.. the stillness of everything made it clear.”

Her eyes met yours again, steady, open, vulnerable in a way that made your breath catch.

“There’s something different about you.”

Your heart thudded once, hard. Lottie never said anything just to say it. When she spoke, she meant it.

“It’s not just comfort I feel when I’m near you,” she murmured. “It’s something deeper.”

You didn’t answer right away. Just let her words settle between you for a moment.

Then you said, barely above a whisper, “I feel the same.”

Lottie nodded slowly like she already knew you’d say it. There was no rush in her smile, only a subtle warmth that felt like sunlight on your skin.

“I thought you might.”

[boopiemadz]

wanted to do a quick write about Travis's biceps 💪 (so hot) so here it is. legit got flustered writing the last one 🤭 lmk if u like this.

WARNINGS!

Suggestive themes, Injury

[Four times Travis’s biceps made you lose your train of thought]

---

The hut you and Travis stayed in was originally built for one, you used to share with Mari but ever since your relationship with Travis started to blossom you slowly transitioned into his hut. This wasn't a problem as his hut was already pretty spacious, but there were a few casualties when it came to sharing the hut. 

Last night was… steamy. Let's just say you didn't get much sleep. Travis had gone out to the lake in the morning which left you at the camp. Unfortunately his hut wasn't the most structurally sound, all the… movement last night kinda caused the doorway to come loose. So in the morning after checking on the garden you'd set up you grabbed some sticks and twine to attempt to fix the sagging doorway. 

Standing on your tippy toes holding up the sagging sticks while trying to tie them together with only one hand wasn't working very well, just as you were about to just give up and toss everything to the floor you felt a warm body approach you. 

“Need a little help?” Breathed Travis towering over you. His hair wet as he reached his hand up to hold the askew sticks in place. 

“Oh your back” You smile, “Yeah don't think construction is my strong suit” As you step to the side he gives you a quick peck on the cheek before telling you “Don't worry I got it”

As you stepped back to watch you couldn't take your eyes off him. The way his short sleeve perfectly fell down to display his biceps as he reached up and tied the sticks together. You Can't lie, the way he moved and the way his muscles were perfectly displayed, his wet hair falling into his face and him wiping his hair away from his face oh so perfectly giving you a display of his muscles. 

Little did you know you had been, staring. Staring hard. Once he finished his work you still stood right there, eyes glued to his upper arms almost without blinking. 

“You okay there?” He crosses his arms and giggles 

“Oh yeah..” You snap out of your trace to him approaching you wiping off his dirt covered hands with a cloth. He gives you a smirk and walks up to you tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and saying “You know, if you ever need me to fix anything again, let me know and I'll give you a seat so you can observe.”

---

The second time you noticed his biceps starting to become a fixation was when he returned from a hunting trip having an injury on his upper arm.

“What happened” You say running up to him and Nat seeing Travis grip his arm like his life depended on it. “He ran into a branch and got a pretty nasty gash on his arm” Nat says, wincing as Travis takes his hand off of the wound. “Oh my gosh Trav, what were you running with your eyes closed?” You say in a serious yet half sarcastic tone.

You sat beside him in the dim light of the hut, your hands working carefully, fingertips grazing over his bicep pressing old cloth onto his wound to stop the bleeding. He barely flinched, just watched you with those dark, unreadable eyes. His arm was warm under your touch, solid and strong even injured, and your hands lingered longer than necessary.

"You're staring," he muttered, voice low and rough."You’re doing that on purpose," Travis said, a half-smirk tugging at his mouth. His voice was low, teasing, but you caught the little edge of breathlessness in it too.

You smiled, pretending innocence. "Doing what?"

You swallowed thickly, finishing the last loop of the bandage. "I'm just making sure it's tight enough," 

"You’re doing that on purpose," Travis said, a half-smirk tugging at his mouth. His voice was low, teasing, but you caught the little edge of breathlessness in it too.

He gave you a look, that classic unimpressed Travis look that only made you want to grin wider.

"If you wanted an excuse to feel me up," he said, voice dropping, "you could've just asked."

You huffed out a laugh, finishing the bandage and patting it, maybe a little too firmly. "Shut up. I’m taking care of you."

"Yeah," he murmured, catching your wrist before you could pull away. His fingers were gentle, his thumb brushing over the inside of your wrist in slow, lazy circles. "You always do."

And just like that, the teasing softened into something deeper. Travis wasn’t always good with words, but he didn’t have to be. You felt everything he meant in the way he looked at you.

You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, then another to his cheek. "Always," you whispered back.

He smiled, a real, soft, unguarded smile, and pulled you into his arms, bad bicep and all.

---

The third moment started as a joke.

The group was bored sitting around the fire, throwing rocks at a tin can someone had found, when someone decided they should have an arm-wrestling tournament.You were half-paying attention, curled up against Travis's side, until you heard your name get thrown into the mix.

"I bet Travis lets her win," Van teased, grinning wide. "He’s whipped."

Travis just smirked, cocky and quiet like he always got when he was about to stir up trouble. 

You knew that look. You knew exactly what he was doing. And you were powerless to resist.

Grinning, you pushed yourself up and planted your elbow on the rough wood of the table, palm open. "You’re on, Martinez."

Everyone hooted and hollered, pounding the table as Travis shifted to face you. He grabbed your hand , warm, calloused , and you barely had time to register how smug he looked before he said, just loud enough for only you to hear:

"Try not to get too distracted, babe."

He flexed, just a little, when you tightened your grip ,and holy hell ,his bicep practically bulged under the firelight, cords of muscle shifting beneath tanned skin, the veins along his forearm popping out in a way that made your stomach flip over itself.

You knew he was doing it on purpose. And you hated (loved) how easily it worked.

"Go!" someone shouted.

You tried , really tried , but the second he leaned in, eyebrows raised like he was barely breaking a sweat, your whole body short-circuited.

He was unfair. Unfairly strong, unfairly hot.

In less than ten seconds, he pinned your hand down, grinning lazily the whole time.

The group roared with laughter, but it barely registered , because Travis didn’t let go right away. He kept your fingers tangled with his, tugging you across the table until you were practically nose-to-nose.

"Good effort," he murmured, voice rough and so smug.

You narrowed your eyes, but the stupid smile tugging at your mouth gave you away. "You’re such a show-off."

"Only for you," he said, brushing his nose against yours, his biceps flexing again as he pulled you fully into his lap, firelight catching the proud glint in his eyes.

---

It had been weeks of Travis shamelessly flexing, teasing you, and generally acting like the most irritating, and the most beautiful, human being on the planet.

You thought you were doing a good job pretending to be unaffected. You thought you were being subtle.

Until the final straw.

It was late, the fire crackled low, most of the others either asleep or pretending not to listen. You and Travis were tucked in your hut, close enough that you could feel the heat from his body.

Travis, of course, took full advantage of the moment. He stretched out, arms above his head, his biceps flexing effortlessly. His stupid, perfect muscles shifted under tanned skin, and you tried to ignore it. You tried to keep your eyes focused on the fire, but you couldn’t help it.

For half a second, just half a second, your eyes drifted to his arm. You didn’t even mean to. It just... happened.

And of course, he caught you.

Travis grinned like a cat who’d just gotten the cream, leaning over to nudge you with his shoulder. "You know," he murmured, voice low and teasing, "it’s okay to admit you’re obsessed with me."

You groaned, trying to brush him off, but he wasn’t having it. He caught your hand midair when you shoved him lightly, holding it firmly in his. His laughter rumbled in his chest, and you couldn’t help but notice how his arm felt under your hand.

"You know," he went on, completely unbothered, "some people like puppies. Some people like sunsets. You? You just happen to be in love with these bad boys." He flexed his bicep, just enough to make it impossible for you to ignore.

Your resolve cracked, and you let out a laugh, not a cute little chuckle, but a full-on, unabashed laugh that had you leaning your head against his shoulder in defeat. You were so caught.

"I hate you," you muttered into his chest, trying to hide your smile.

He laughed even harder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his arm slipping around you to pull you even closer. "No you don’t," he said, voice thick with affection. "You love me."

You sighed dramatically, snuggling into his side because, well, he was right.

But then, and this was your fault, your hand snuck up, just a little, and rested on his bicep again, absentmindedly squeezing it.

Travis immediately shot you a smirk, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "Oh, now you’re just making it too easy."

Before you could even react, he launched himself at you, his hands going straight for your sides, tickling you mercilessly. You gasped, wriggling in his grip, trying to push him away, but he was relentless, his laughter echoing in the small space.

"Travis, no! Stop!" you squealed between giggles, but it only made him laugh harder.

"You think you can just squeeze my biceps like that and get away with it?" he teased, pinning your wrists to the ground with one hand, his other fingers digging into your sides.

Your body jerked from the tickling, and you barely had a chance to catch your breath before you managed to twist and plant a playful bite on his arm.

He froze. "Did you just bite me?"

You grinned, still out of breath from the laughter. "Maybe."

"That’s it."

With a triumphant laugh, Travis pinned you even harder, his face hovering above yours. His eyes were sparkling with a mix of playful mischief and something a little deeper. "You’re asking for it now."

You both burst into laughter again, too tangled in each other to do anything but laugh and tease and enjoy the moment, and, just maybe, admit, you were already way past the point of no return.

———-

idea/inspo from - @s0u1-su3k3r

hope u enjoy!

[soggyriceee]

HEY ITS ME AGAIN💞💞 can i rq any konig public smut ?

or oh-shit-we-have-to-sleep-on-the-same-bed-and-now-we're-fucking

THANK U POOKS AND MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF URSELF

camping

you and Konig loved camping. it was a hobby for you, but practice for him. he was often in the woods because of his job, and you had wanted to see for yourself what it was like. so, you often went on camping trips with him and the guys, as long as it wasn’t for work of course.

“today we’re gonna go fishing.. i don’t know if you and maria would like to stay back or go?” Konig asked, referring to Simon’s wife. (idk man). “if it’s swimming water i’ll go.” you nodded, lifting your shirt up and off to put your bikini on.

Konig smiled as he watched you, hands immediately going to grab your boobs. you laughed as you tried to push him away, only the thin fabric of the tent hiding you both. the others were slowly trickling in, just you both, Simon and Soaps group.

“just in my mouth.” he whispered, pinching your nipples. his lips attached to them, his tongue doing circles on the sensitive buds.

you let out a soft whine, falling back on your hands. he took advantage of your weak balance and pushed you to your back. “maybe a quickie..” he said, hands already running up your legs.

“konig the guys will hear us. come on at least let’s find a more secluded spot.”

but he wasn’t listening to you. his hands were already shoving his pants down to his knees, one hand pumping his cock as the other pushed your bikini bottoms to the side.

you had on a simple skirt, the bikini bottoms on under it. “then you better keep quiet.” he smirked.

he laid on his stomach, spreading your legs before pressing his lips to your wet cunt. your eyes closed tight, feeling his warm tongue swirl gently against your clit. his hands gripped your thighs , watching your body react to him.

“so wet for someone who didn’t wanna fuck ..” he mumbled against your pussy, taking his fingers and pushing them inside you. your hands clasped your mouth, toes curling.

he pumped just enough to get you nice and wet for him, knowing you’d be so tight regardless of how much he prepared you.

“konig, Gaz said he’ll be here in about 10 minuets then we’re out fishing” Soap called from outside. “got it!” Konig responded, already pushing himself up above you.

you opened your eyes, looking straight at his cock. he pushed your legs to your chest, looking into you panicked eyes. he knew you’d never shut up with his cock inside you, he was excited.

“here.” he placed a spare shirt in your mouth, at least giving some muffling to the noise you were bound to make. the birds outside and sound of the lake of course could limit the amount of noise you make as well, but he knew it would give you more comfort and allow you to relax more if your mouth was covered.

he gripped his cock slapping it on your pussy before slowly shoving the tip inside. he sighed heavily, closing his eyes. you gripped his arms, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth clenched down on the shirt. “relax angel .. lemme fuck you ..” you whispered , cupping your cheeks.

he inches forward, moving his hips back and forth to get deeper in you. it hurt, per usual. feeling him stretch you out like this. he was already so deep into you, you hadn’t noticed him picking his pace up.

he watched as his cock came out covered in your white mess, hissing in awe at how wet he got you in such little time.

you were a mess beneath him, moaning into the shirt as your surroundings began to slip your mind. what once worried you became irrelevant in your eyes. and konig loved it. “you love taking cock in front of my friends huh libe?” he grunted, leaning down to your ear.

you nodded frantically, opening your eyes to meet his. nothing soft or sweet was in those eyes, no. he had a dark look, almost sinister. it was always a fantasy of his to fuck you in front of his friends. the risk, the vulnerability. “say it. say you love taking this fat cock.”

you muffled it back to him, enough for him to understand. he twitched inside you as he pumped faster. soon, it wasn’t just your muffled moans and his quiet whimpers. your pussy began to squelch around his length, your wetness dripping down your ass and covering his shaft.

“i’m n-not gonna be able to hold it ..” he grunted, looking around the tent. he heard Simon call out happily to greet who he was assuming was Gaz and his girlfriend.

“gonna let me fill you up before we go talk to my friends?” he looked back down to you, a sinful smirk painted on his handsome face. you nodded, looking up at him and batting your pretty lashes.

he took the shirt from your mouth, gripping your face. “say it.”

his hips pumped faster, pushing your legs up to let his cock hit you deeper. you cried out, biting your lip quickly after. “come on baby before they get back over here.” he whispered into your ear, already feeling his balls tighten.

“oh fuck Koni.. f-fill me up please” you whined, praying it wasn’t loud enough for the others to hear it from across the camp.

he shot his load just as you finished your sentence, dropping his head into your neck to muffle his own pathetic whimpers. his hands grasped your hips as he held you steady, fucking his cum deeper into you.

his body shook before collapsing onto you, his cock slowly softening inside your sticky cunt. “i love your pussy baby..” he breathed out, taking his thumb and placing it over your wet clit.

“k-konig they’re coming back now.” you said, looking up to listen better to the approaching footsteps. “just cum on my cock baby then we can go out.” he said tiredly, wanting to nkw fall asleep instead of going fishing.

while it did feel good, the voices of his friends getting closer made you nervous. “it’s okay baby trust me..” he said, picking up on your nervous demeanor. “just focus on how good in making this clit feel.

he was making it feels good. you were already so close when he was pounding into you, it didn’t take much for your bundle of nerves to bring you your high.

just as they came back, you covered Konigs once again hard cock with your cum, the mixture of yours and his seeping out of you. he smiled, kissing your flushed cheeks.

“Konig Gaz is here.” you both would hear Soap call out. it was impossible they didn’t know what you both had done, but Konig simply pulled his pants back up, quietly buckling his pants before fixing his slightly messed up hair. “you get ready.. i’ll tell them we took a quick nap.” he winked, before leaving your limp body and sore pussy to get up and ready.

thank you for your request bby i love writing public stuff😫😫 requests open !!

[zelcii]

do u right for luke castellan? if u do can u write some fluff for himmm? thank u, love ur writing

why | luke castellan

“if you want to stay as the counsellor of your cabin, you’re going to have to work harder,” mr. d said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk.

“i’m sorry,” you deadpanned, frustration creeping into your voice. “what?”

chiron rolled his eyes at dionysus. “it’s nothing personal,” he replied dismissively. “we appreciate your efforts—”

“we just know that you can do better,” mr. d interrupted.

luke stood just outside the door, waiting for you, when he overheard the conversation. he didn’t think much of it, except for how wrong both chiron and mr. d were.

what surprised him the most was the meek, tired “yes, sir,” that slipped from your lips on the other side of the door.

as your boyfriend, luke has had the opportunity to watch you up close as you hustle through camp, over-organising activities, making sure every camper is accounted for. you’re always on the move, practically running the place, and sometimes he wonders if you ever take a minute to breathe. your dedication is impressive, no doubt, but it hurts him to see you wear yourself down with every unnecessary list, every forced smile you give chiron, and each desperate attempt to hold everything together on your own.

today is no different, of course. the kids are out exploring, their laughter echoing in the distance, while you sit at one of the empty tables with a can of soda, sluggishly jotting down yet another mundane task for the afternoon.

“hey, camper,” you say, barely looking up from your notebook as you take a sip of your strawberry soda.

“come,” he says, but it’s not really a question.

“what?” you glance up, surprise flickering in your eyes as he gently places a hand on your arm, urging you to stand.

“you heard me.” with one hand, he closes your notebook and tucks it under his arm, then grabs your can of soda and takes a sip.

“but—the kids?” you protest, frowning.

“eh. they won’t miss you.” he flashes you a grin, and with a stifled chuckle escaping you, the two of you make your way over to the empty dock, settling down with your legs dangling over the edge.

“how are you?” luke questions, you watch the way his slim waist slumps as he stretched his hands out behind him. “and i mean really.”

“good. haven’t gotten the chance to talk to you in a while though,” you smile, watching your reflection in the water beneath you.

“why?” the boy asked. you paused. there was a look in your eye as you went over your answer, a look that luke would never forget. you never thought of why exactly you’ve been busy all summer. probably because the answer seemed obvious to you.

“i’m working, luke?” you say, though you sound unsure. “why do you ask?”

the wood is warm beneath you as you stare out into the lake. you could see a group of campers staggered around the edges of the lake, a few taking a moment to dip into the coolness of the water. luke was leaned back on his hands, a lazy smile on his face as he watches the way your lips curl up at the sight of your kids.

“mr. d wasn’t the best this morning during senior council…” luke started, carefully watching the way your face twisted for your reaction. “i don’t know, i guess i get surprised when you let things like that slide.”

“what’s this?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you turn to look at him. he looks almost unreal in the warm light of the setting sun, the golden rays casting a soft glow on the side of his face, making his eyes seem to shine just for you. he was a demigod for sure.

“an intervention,” he jokes, a hint of mischief in his tone. 

you roll your eyes, but he doesn’t miss how the sunlight catches in your hair, turning it a soft gold. it’s a moment, a second of reluctance that tells him to think twice before he continues this conversation with you.

“look,” he says, his tone shifting slightly. he sat up straighter, his eyes never leaving yours, “i’ve noticed you’ve been working your ass off lately; more than most of us. so why’d you just take that shit from mr. d?”

for a minute, all you could do was stare at him, and all he could do was stare at you. he took note of how the meat on your bones seemed to lessen over the course of the summer, how your tired eyes sunk into your rosy cheeks, and how your lips glossed over with the same lip gloss you had since the sixth grade.

“i know… what it sounds like—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“do you even like being a counsellor?”

“of course, i do,” you say with no hesitation, your eyes hardening as you sounded slightly offended.

his expression softens, concern flickering across his face. “look, baby, i know it’s none of my business how you choose to waste your time, but you barely even sleep anymore.”

you take so much shit from chiron and mr. d and you never even once go against their orders, we haven’t had time alone since before summer, and you give so much of your time to people who don’t deserve it… i know that nobody asked you this before,” 

“but do you ever wonder why?”

the question hangs between you, and for a moment, you’re silent, caught off guard by the honesty in his voice. you look down at your hands, playing with the edges of your shorts. “why what?” you knew ‘why what.’

“why are you like this?” he prompts, holding eye contact.

“because…” you sigh, searching for the right words. “i don’t know… but chiron—”

“forget chiron,” he replies softly as he takes your hand in his. “you’re his best counsellor. he was probably just messing with you, sweetheart.”

you meet his gaze, and for the first time, you realise how much weight you’ve been holding. you sigh, looking at him; his eyes never leave yours. 

“maybe you’re right,” you say slowly.

“of course, i’m right,” he scoffs, a smirk creeping onto his face, but the warmth in his eyes makes you want to kiss the smug look right off of it.

“big talk for a hermes, castellan,” you challenge, leaning in closer with a playful grin.

luke smirks, quick to respond. “that’s not the only big thing, baby.”

you can’t help but laugh, the sound ringing out like music in the morning air. it’s the hardest you’ve laughed since before summer camp, and in that moment, you realised just how much you’ve missed this.

[cold-kitty]

Never mind I saw ur things u won't write nvm so can it just be yan!merman reacting to a darling who iceskates?

I'll actually just go ahead and do the first thing you asked. When I said multiple yanderes at once, I meant in the same universe. So as long as they're in different universes, it's fine!

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Contains: Maybe a little fluff

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Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer would definitely take darling ice skating if they were 'being good'. He can't skate either, he's falling on his ass constantly to the point that it has frostbite. I AM GOING TO THROW THESE SKATES AT SOMEONE'S HEAD I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOOOOOOD-

Yan!Naga who will dig through the closet of his cabin, looking for skates the past residents could've left behind. He takes you to the forest lake in the winter, sitting by a fire and watching you skate, looking at you lovingly. wish i could skate with them...

(Post coming to your house)Yan!Mermaid who has a secret hole in the ice he slips in and out of. He'll swim under the ice, following you as you skate, twirling in the water. i wish he would spin me around in his arms!

SweetYan!Neuvillette who will invite you to skate with him after trials, to take his mind off of it when he really just wants to spend time with you. Who can't skate well, so he has you teach him. He feels guilty for taking you away from skating just to teach him, but it makes him blush how you insist that he learns so he can do it with you. you're so caring... i love you so much...

CrazyYan!Neuvillette who will take you skating every Friday if your 'behavior correction' goes well. he's not good at skating, and he uses that to his advantage. he's leaning on you, arms wrapped all over you under the excuse of being bad at it. i-im sorry I'm so bad at it... mmm your skin's so soft...

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I hope this met your expectations!

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[moonstruckme]

hello! i saw u were hoping for more eddie requests (or less marauders requests, was what you were getting at i think) n i was wondering if u had any thoughts on summer with eds? maybe night swimming…making out on a towel in the back of his van…lots to consider…

p.s. — ive yet to request anything from you, so this is my first chance to say how much i love your work! 🩷

Okay okay, you guys are wearing me down about writing summer blurbs. Twist my arm! Thanks for requesting love ;)

cw: pg-13 smut, mention of not eating

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 858 words

Eddie’s hair has dried frizzy, which doesn’t give you a lot of hope for yours. His skin is still sun-warm, and you shiver for reasons that are multiplying by the minute, pressing close as he mouths over the dip where your neck meets your shoulder. You’re not sure exactly how you’d ended up in Eddie’s lap. You’d climbed in the back of his van to get a towel, and somehow that towel had ended up spread beneath the both of you, scratching lightly at your bare shins as the sun slips below the horizon and your boyfriend brutalizes your neck. He bites down just this side of too hard, making you gasp. 

“Eddie,” you plead, fingers winding in his hair. “We can’t do this here.” 

He releases the skin of your neck with a lewd suctioning sound, moving to that place under your ear that gets you melty like a popsicle in July. His hands grip your ass, squeezing indulgently as you squirm in his lap. “Says who?” 

“Says—” He kisses that favored spot and your head falls to the side to accommodate him, an embarrassingly needy sound escaping you. “—says, I don’t know—the cops.” 

Eddie’s laugh is so raucous he has to pull away. You’re not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. His hands slide to your hips, grounding you as he looks at you with eyes wide and incredulous. “The cops?” he asks. 

You swallow, nodding. You have this horrible vision of Jim Hopper himself getting a call about the suspicious van parked by the lake, coming over and shining a flashlight into the open back doors to find you both naked and in the middle of things. 

Eddie laughs some more, shoulders shaking with it, and you can’t help but snicker a little too just because he is. “Baby, the cops don’t give a shit about what we’re up to. I’m sure they have better things to do.” 

You shoot him a look, because you both know damn well that when Hawkins isn’t being threatened by monsters from a parallel universe, it’s completely dead around here. 

“Let’s go back to your place,” you urge. “This towel’s all wet anyway, and I wanna shower.” 

Eddie makes himself at home in the juncture of your neck again, kissing lazily. “S’not enough room in my shower for both of us,” he complains.

“We can pick this back up after, I know—shit, Eds—” Without warning, his hand slips up to palm your tit, pushing aside the scant covering of your swimsuit. You try to sound reasonable. “I know I taste like lake water.” 

“Mhm. It’s hot.” 

“It’s gross.” 

“You’re gross.” He pauses, lips lifting momentarily from your shoulder. “Okay, wrong comeback. I’m distracted. It’s not gross, baby.” His grip tightens on you a second before he licks up the side of your neck, holding you in place when you squeal and try to get away. “Mm, yummy lake water.” 

“You’re disgusting,” you laugh, leaning back and setting your hands on his shoulders so he can’t try it again. 

“Aw, come on.” A thick finger slips under the elastic of your bikini bottoms, tracing a line around your hip as his other hand squeezes your boob lightly. Eddie grins at your tiny inhale. “Have a little fun.” 

“Eddie,” you say warningly. 

“Yes?” Another finger joins the first, your swimsuit stretching to accommodate them. 

“I want to go home.” You imbue your voice with as much firmness as you can. When Eddie pouts, you go for the kill. “I’m getting really hungry.” 

Immediately, the wickedness leaves his expression, replaced by a sweet concern. “Yeah?” The elastic of your swimsuit snaps back into place, and you jolt. Eddie flattens his palm over the spot, rubbing apologetically. “I forgot, you barely had anything for lunch. You wanna drive through somewhere?” 

“No, I can make it until we get home,” you say softly, backpedaling a bit in the face of his caring. “I’m not dying, just a little hungry.” 

Eddie’s mouth pulls to one side. “You sure, sweet thing? It’s a bit of a drive back. We could grab McDonalds.” Your eyes widen, and his grin makes a return, this time crooked and dorky. “Yeah?” 

“That sounds amazing,” you admit. “Do you think they’ll give me a hashbrown even though it’s not breakfast yet?” 

“I’ll make sure they do.” He eases you off his lap, reaching over to close the back doors. You start looking around for your flip-flops. “I think they’re serving breakfast all day now anyways.” 

“Ugh, awesome.” You imagine the greasy taste, and your mouth floods with saliva. Shit, you actually are pretty hungry. Eddie climbs into the front seat, reaching for your elbow to help you over the console behind him. The material of the seatbelt feels warm and rough against your skin. “Just to be clear,” you say, “I didn’t mean that I wasn’t having a good time. We still should have a re-do later, after food and showers.” 

Eddie huffs a laugh, turning the keys in the ignition so the van rumbles to life underneath you. “No need for a re-do, baby. We’re just having an intermission.” 

[peachhcs]

friendsgiving in michigan

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

because thanksgiving falls so late this year, samy manages to arrange a friendsgiving weekend with everyone up at the lake house and pulls off a guest surprise in the process

2.4k words

a thanksgiving special from samy & the crew + emma cooper mention from my other au (that i still haven’t worked on). wanted to put together something fun for thanksgiving so enjoy and happy turkey day!! 🦃

au masterlist

SAMY HUGHES

FRIENDSGIVING WEEKEND AT THE LAKE HOUSE?

WHO'S FREE? THINKING 24th-27th?

RYAN LEONARD

HELL YEAH I'M IN

GABE PERREAULT

ME 2

ARAM MINNETIAN

ME 3

DREW FORTESCUE

ME 4!

WILL VOTE

u think we can bring the hagens, stiga, and buium along too?

SAMY HUGHES

yes!!! bring them all we'll have a full house this year i'm so excited!!

julianne, emma, & tell zeev's gf they're all welcome too

hannah's coming up with me

JACOB FOWLER

can't wait to be back in mich for a few days

RYAN LEONARD

gonna be the best reunion can't wait

can smitty come by chance?

WILL SMITH

shit i have a game the 25th and 27th 😔

GABE PERREAULT

fuckkkkk dude

ARAM MINNETIAN

smitty will be missed 😔😔

WILL SMITH

wish i could be there i'll be thinking of u guys ❤️

the entire house was buzzing with people everywhere either catching up with one another, cooking, or playing video games. samy was busy in the kitchen making mac and cheese while ryan and gabe attempted to help with the turkey after being put to work by samy (even though they asked if they could help her with anything).

sometimes others would pop in to see how it was going or steal some of the food knowing they couldn't eat it yet, especially jacob and drew. those two were notorious for getting a dip of something and then hurrying back out of the kitchen before samy or hannah yelled at them.

the house was filled with a lot of warmth which the youngest hughes loved. people were only in the house over the summer, so being able to fill it with people during the winter really made the girl happy, especially since she hadn't seen the boys since summer ended anyway.

the only thing that was missing was will and what no one but samy knew was that he was on a flight over right after his game to surprise everyone. she kept checking her phone to know when he was almost there so she could go out and get him. the couple planned it a few days after samy asked everyone if they were free for friendsgiving and who didn't love surprises?

"this is actually so gross," gabe complained while buttering and seasoning up the inside of the turkey. his hands were deep under the skin slowly rolling the flavoring into the meat. ryan snickered.

"sucks you got stuck with that job," the brunette taunted.

"shut up, dude," gabe rolled his eyes and samy laughed to herself at their minor bickering. her phone buzzed against the counter and her eyes flew to the screen, smiling when she saw will's notification.

"hey, gabe, you mind taking over this cutting for a second?" the girl held the knife out to the boy and he sent her a relieved look.

"yes, thank god. i don't wanna do this anymore," he scrubbed his hands off and eagerly took the knife from her to finish cutting up her potatoes.

samy swiped her phone from the counter to read her boyfriend's message.

WILL SMITH five minutes away

the brunette grinned to herself. she slipped out of the kitchen and out the back door where no one would see her leave or catch sight of will coming in when he got there. a bubble of excitement grew in her stomach knowing she couldn't wait to see everyone's reaction.

will's uber rolled down the drive and the girl's grin got even wider as she waited in anticipation on the porch. the blonde climbed out, waving to her as he grabbed his backpack and hurried up the wooden porch.

"hey pretty," he smushed her into a hug as she breathed him in and took her moment with him before everyone else took his attention inside.

"it's good to see you. everyone's inside. they're gonna be really excited to see you," she nodded towards the door. will smiled, leaning down to place a kiss to her lips, also wanting his moment with his girl before the guys stole him away.

"i'm kind of nervous, is that weird?" the blonde chuckled to himself as his gaze drifted towards the house again.

"no, but don't be. they're gonna be really excited," samy rubbed his arm and then waited for will's cue that he was ready to go inside. he nodded and she slowly pushed the door back open where everyone's voices filled their ears again.

samy led her boyfriend back towards the living room where mostly everyone was. they were scattered across the couches, chairs, and floor taking turns playing mario kart and too invested to notice the boy's presence until will knocked on the entryway.

aram's head snapped that way first. his eyes widened in surprise, shoving everyone out of the way as he jumped up and bounded his way to the blonde.

"holy shit! smitty!" aram exclaimed and basically tackled the boy into a hug. his excitement caught everyone else's attention and a whole new eruption of commotion broke out.

"yoo! what are you doing here?!" ryan and gabe came in to see what was going on, eyes wide when they saw their old friend standing before them.

samy stepped back, letting the boys have their moment together. her heart warmed seeing them all look so happy and jump around like little kids on christmas morning.

soon they were chanting "smitty, smitty, smitty" and the girls laughed at their behavior. hannah nudged her friend's arm, "now how'd you pull this off?"

"we pulled a few strings to get him out here for a day before his game on wednesday," the brunette explained with a little smile, still watching the boys take turns hugging will.

she sometimes forgot how much they all missed him too even if they didn't explicitly say it all the time. it really showed watching them all embrace will and express how excited they were to see him and spend time with him even if it was just for tonight and tomorrow before he had to get back on a plane for his next game.

after another thirty minutes, everyone settled down again. samy was finishing up a few last minute things in the kitchen while everyone else helped set up the table and find extra chairs from around the house so everyone had a seat. will stuck his head in for a moment.

"hey," he caught her attention.

"hey, what's up?" the girl wondered.

"need any help?"

"maybe just arranging all the food so everyone can just come in and grab what they want for their plates," samy explained how she wanted the food on the counters, so will quickly jumped in to do it for her.

"thank you for this. it's really great getting to see everyone," the blonde smiled softly.

"of course. i'm glad you were able to make it out," she reached up to peck his lips. will leaned in more, wanting a better kiss when she pulled back. samy giggled and obliged his wishes by leaning across the counter to kiss him better.

"hey lovebirds, the crew is getting hungry," hannah poked her head into the kitchen which broke the couple apart in a small blush.

"tell them to come in with their plates. it's all ready," the soccer player giggled.

her and will let everyone go first down the line, the boys filling their plates high. it was a good thing she made a lot of food knowing how much hockey players ate. she came back into the dining room last taking a seat right by will near the end. ryan tapped his fork against the glass before everyone started eating to get their attention.

"i just wanna say how thankful i am for all of you and getting to spend this holiday all together for the first time in two years. a big thanks to samy and her brothers for letting us stay for a few days and another really big thanks to samy for getting will here with us," the taller brunette looked at the girl who flushed under all the attention. she felt will squeeze her leg and kiss her cheek.

"also a big thank you for making most of this food. it looks amazing," gabe added and everyone agreed.

"i'm just glad we were able to make this happen," samy grinned.

"alright, let's eat!" ryan exclaimed. everyone clapped and then started digging in, the conversations flowing across the room.

the boston boys took turns sharing stories from the semester so far and filling will in on everything he's missed. hannah and samy took turns talking about what's been going on at michigan and the successful season the women's soccer team has had. julianne chirped in with things from providence and zeev and his girlfriend filled everyone in about denver and arizona. it was nostalgic hearing about the different lives everyone had been living since being together in michigan.

it didn't even feel like two years ago that the boys were playing in the usntdp and samy was graduating high school, but it was and that thought was a little scary with how much time has passed.

halfway through dinner, julianne brought out the wine. it was popped open and the bottle was a quarter of the way empty by the time everyone got a glass.

"emma and olivia might be a little new to this, but samy and will would not admit their feelings until literally we left for college," aram said with a low chuckle. the girl's face flushed while will rolled his eyes a bit. his arm was draped across the back of samy's chair, his fingers rubbing little shapes into her shoulder.

"i can imagine," emma giggled.

"they were insufferable at dev program. so, so oblivious," drew shook his head.

"well, i wanna know how gabe and emma got together," hannah chirped up. the other couple exchanged a glance, smiling at one another and everyone shared knowing smiles.

"we took french together and i sucked at econ, so she helped tutor me," the darker-haired boy explained with a bit of a blush.

"he would not tell us he was seeing her, so we had to literally find out ourselves," ryan rolled his eyes a bit.

"you guys were just being nosy," gabe grumbled making the boys chuckle.

"or you were just being secretive. either or," jacob shrugged.

"whatever. let's talk about something else," gabe shifted the conversation away from him and emma who just giggled at the teasing.

they all talked for a bit longer before helping with the dishes and getting the food put away. a lot more thanks were thrown around to everyone and then it was just samy and will left in the kitchen together after she shooed the others out promising they did enough and didn't need to keep helping with clean up.

the couple worked in comfortable silence with will rinsing the dishes and samy putting them into the dishwasher. "thanks again for this. tell jack and quinn thanks too," the blonde hummed.

"i will. they gave me very strict instructions about not destroying the house," she giggled.

"just watch minnetian and leonard. when they get beer in their systems they go kind of crazy," will laughed too and both of their eyes flicked to the living room where the group retreated to.

"i hope we can make this happen again during winter break too. hopefully this won't be the last time i'll see everyone until summer," the blonde's lips turned into a small frown.

"i'm sure we can make something happen, don't worry. maybe we'll even plan a trip out to san jose to see you play at a game. at least leno, gp, and i will," samy assured. her boyfriend's lips flipped back into a smile at her words.

"i love you," he paused their movements for another kiss which she reciprocated. they connected their lips, tasting the remnants of the wine on one another's lips.

"will get in here! teddy's about to take your nhl high score!" ryan yelled from the living room, breaking the two apart. the blonde sighed a little, the interruptions reminding him of summer and never getting a second alone.

"be right there!" he called back.

he helped samy finish the dishes before pulling her into the living room with him. will took the empty chair and then patted his legs as samy's indication to sit in his lap. she flushed a bit before cuddling into the blonde's side and fitting into the chair with him.

teddy and drew were playing quinn and jack's nhl video game where will had the highest score—something he worked hard to build up over the years. the others giggled, a bit wine drunk watching the two boys battle it out on the screen together.

"i win! i win!" teddy jumped up and reached for the high fives.

"damn. who's next then?" drew wondered and will immediately raised his hand.

"i wanna keep my record," the boy handed him the controller where will reached his arm around samy's back to hold it with both hands. she giggled, finding a comfortable spot on the boy's chest to watch the tv.

gabe took the other controller and a few of the guys oohed seeing the two best friends matchup against one another. they spent the rest of the night switching between mario cart and the other sports games samy's brothers had. it wasn't until at least 3:30 in the morning when everyone went to sleep. they all wanted to spend as much time as they could together, especially with will since he was leaving the next day.

"hey samy?" gabe and ryan stuck their heads into the kitchen one last time before going to bed where the girl started the dishwasher.

"yeah?" she wondered.

"thank you for doing this and thank you for getting will here. best friendsgiving yet," ryan grinned making the girl flush.

"of course, guys. it was really good seeing everyone together," she brought them in for a quick hug. "now get some sleep. it's late," she pushed them back to the spare room, careful not to step on the others asleep throughout the house.

when she finally got up to her room, will was already fast asleep in her bed. she smiled at his sleeping figure, shutting the lights off and climbing in beside him.

even though he was asleep, he felt her presence and turned so he could wrap his arms around her frame in a strong hold. the youngest hughes cuddled herself into will's side, kissing his cheek and falling into a deep sleep.

[headkiss]

i have a summer themed request for steve!! helping him out with his sunburns from a whole day spent outside, just stupid affectionate, doting fluff <33

i loved this idea so so much thank u sm for requesting!!! i hope u like it <3 | 1.1k of pure fluff

Summers in Indiana are hot and humid, your hair a constant mess of frizz, the light sheen of sweat seemingly permanent on your skin until you cave and shower it off only for it to start all over again.

It’s windows open all night and fans plugged in all day in yours and Steve’s shared apartment, the hum of crickets sneaking through the screens, a constant soundtrack to your nights.

And—your favorite part—it’s beach days with your friends whenever your conflicting work schedules allow. Half in Eddie’s van, the other in Steve’s BMW driving out to the closest beach where the wind coming off the great lake is a little cooler, where you can walk around in your swimsuits without any complaints from town grandparents.

It’s how you’d spent today, packing up coolers and towels in the morning, sitting in Steve’s passenger seat with Robin in the middle at the back, leaning forward the entire drive to ‘keep herself in the loop’ even though she’d been the one keeping the conversation going.

Then it was spreading out on the sand, towels in a row and sunglasses over your eyes as the sun beamed bright in the sky. Everyone taking turns going for a swim, Eddie’s curls an absolute mess upon his return, Steve shaking out his wet hair the way a dog would. You leaning into his chest in lieu of a chair once he sat down in his spot behind you.

Finally, it was coming home happily exhausted from a day in the sun and taking turns showering (because shared showers aren’t fun when sand’s involved).

You’re already cleaned up, your pajama shorts and tank top thrown on, hair still wet and dripping down your back. When Steve comes out of your bathroom in nothing but his boxers, you can’t stifle the giggle that escapes your mouth.

“What are you laughing at, honey?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Looking a little crispy there, Harrington.”

“Don’t make fun of me! I’m in pain!” Steve dramatically collapses onto your bed next to you, then winces at the scrape of the sheets against his sunburn. “Save me.”

“Poor baby,” you say, failing to hide your smile. His back and shoulders are reddened from the sun, along with his cheeks and nose, but nothing too horrible. You run a hand up his arm gently, “I did tell you to put some sunscreen on.”

“Not the time for ‘I told you so,’ babe, really,” Steve huffs, an arm thrown across his eyes—though it doesn’t hide the teasing smile that twitches across his mouth. “I’m dying here.”

“Oh, stop.” You squeeze his arm once before standing, “I’ll be right back.”

You walk over to your bathroom and find your bottle of aloe you keep under the sink (because Steve is prone to sunburns) and grab it before heading back into the bedroom, where he’s still sprawled across the bed.

“Turn over,” you say, “I’ll do your back first, okay?”

He obeys, shifting so that he’s laying on his stomach, his head resting on his folded arms. Despite his sunburn, you can’t help but admire the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, the constellation of freckles that scatter across his back.

You feel warm and fuzzy whenever you get moments like this, quiet and full of trust, intimate and sweet, because you don’t think you’ll ever stop feeling lucky that you get to call him yours.

With the aloe in hand, you get onto the bed and straddle his lower back, and he sighs as your weight sinks him into the mattress a little bit further. Neither of you say anything—save for the appreciative hums escaping Steve’s mouth—as you massage the lotion into his upper back and shoulders.

Soon enough, you’re shifting off of him and patting his arm softly, “‘Kay, flip over, Stevie.”

He does, and pushes himself up to sit so that he’s facing you, that private smile of his that he seems to save for you on his face. He dips in to kiss you once, and then twice, because he can never seem to help himself. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you say back. “Almost done.”

You spread a bit more aloe across his nose and cheeks, on top of the freckles that you can only see when you’re this close, and press a peck to the tip of his nose before pulling back.

“Mmm, I feel so much better,” he says. “Maybe you should kiss me again, just in case.”

“You’re a dork.”

“You’ll still kiss me though, right?”

You roll your eyes but don’t protest a bit when he leans in and catches your lips again. Twice, because once is never enough.

“Let me do you now,” he says, holding his hand out for the bottle that’s now laying by your knee.

“I’m not burnt,” you laugh, “unlike some people, I remember to use protection.”

He gives you a look that he always gives you before he turns something into a joke, “that’s what she-”

You cover his mouth with your hand before he can finish that one, “okay, okay,” you hand him the bottle of aloe. “Here you go.”

He grabs it from you and nudges your shoulder to get you to lay back against the pillows, your damp hair fanning out. Steve copies your position from earlier, swinging a leg over so he has one on each side of your thighs.

Lifting the edge of your tank top gently, he shifts it up to rest just above your belly button, his hands coming up to hold your waist before he catches himself and remembers what he’s meant to be doing.

Admittedly, you’d let him do this for you, sunburnt or not, ‘cause he looks at you and touches you as if you’re the most precious thing in the entire world.

His hands are soft as they spread the aloe across your stomach, careful not to get any on the band of your shorts or the hem of your top, and his brown eyes are warm as they wash over your skin, from where his hands work up to your chest and neck and then your face.

When he’s done, he tugs your shirt back into place for you and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your mouth. Twice, of course.

“There you go,” he says, “pretty as ever.”

“Yeah, because I’m not sunburnt, Stevie.”

“Stop it and let me compliment you,” he says, moving to lay down beside you.

And when you’re tucked safely to his chest, as close as you can get no matter the temperature, you think that summer just might be your favorite season, humidity and all.

[outofthemouthsof]

15 day BL Challenge part 2 - day 27

Back to @slonekaru ‘s part 2 of the 15-day BL challenge (a sequel to an earlier one started by @negrowhat ) !

Day 27: Top 3 BL Kisses?

For my own sanity, I'm going to do only 2024 shows. Even then, I could not get it down to less than 10! I divided them into two ways of defining "best":

Best kisses as in most thrilling in the plot:

Wandee Goodday. I should've been pissed at how long they used that no-kiss rule to delay gratification, and many were, but for once I was delighted to be strung along. They did it amazingly well in my opinion, and the payoff was perfection.

(gif from @namtan )

Meet You at the Blossom. Of course I held my breath wondering if there'd be an actual (consensual) kiss, and when it came, and was so physical (snot and all) yet tender, I was on the floor.

(gif from @khunkinn )

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart. When they finally FINALLY come to a place where they can confess and kiss, it's wild. At first I was like "War slow down--you're going so fast you're not actually kissing." Then Yin stops him, holds him back for a few seconds, and goes in much slower and more exploratory, and I realized it was completely deliberate the way they did it--Joke was so frantic to finally be able to express his love that he had no finesse or patience until Jack calmed him down. Incredible arc in just a kissing scene.

(gif from @thisautistic )

AntiReset. I cannot tell you how many times I rewatched their kiss by the lake. The interplay of robot-human, student-teacher and servant-master all adding these layers to their dynamic, and then both of them silently agreeing to treat the kiss like a bit of research, Yi Ping's flustered looks afterward and Ever 9's delight that they had a shared joke--it was so many kinds of fun and sexy.

(gif from @alejunsu )

My Love Mix-Up. Although I found the show overall to be a let-down, I truly appreciated the first kiss! Unlike Cherry Magic, I didn't mind the original Mix-Up not having kisses. At the same time, I loved the cheeky way the new one starts the kiss under a cloth, as if they're going to fake the audience out, and then the cloth falls and we get to see it after all. So cute!

(gif by @chinchillion )

Best kisses as in best actors at portraying kisses:

Billy & Babe in The Sign. Any, all, every kiss between them is phenomenal. I know, I've watched each one dozens of times.

(gif from @forcebook )

Sailub & Pon in Pit Babe and This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans. See note above.

(gif from @wanderlust-in-my-soul )

Jes & Bible in 4 Minutes. They had to portray three completely different love stories, and the kisses in each reflected the contrasting vibes with subtle perfection: awkward and giggly, artful and cynical, and soft and romantic.

(gif from @namtan )

Fort & Peat in Love Sea. I mean, no two actors seem as completely comfortable with one another physically. They go AT it with kissing (and everything else), giving the most convincing portrayal of shameless, uninhibited, uber-horny lovers of anyone this year.

(gif from @thisautistic )

Bas & Fuaiz in 4 Minutes. These two were a close second, and the complexity of their dynamic that they had to portray with far less screen time and far fewer episodes was truly impressive.

(gif from @jimmysea )

[loverangels]

hey love -

can u write something for Evan rosier x fem!reader?

Maybe where reader is Sirius’s cousin/sis. And she’s a gryffindor?

Maybe an enemies to lovers?

thanks 💕

skinny dipping

Pairings- evan rosier x gryffindor!reader

summary- insufferable evan rosier is sure on annoying you with his humiliating pranks.

tropes- enemies to lovers, fluff

warnings- mentions of sex, language, some slut shaming, mentions of stripping this is also my first time so I hope you enjoy! :)

a/n- also if you guys have any ideas or requests please feel free to send them 🫡

its a bit like a drabble and I apologise for that 😞

ever since first year Evan Rosier has been set on annoying with his insufferable remarks, and poor attempt and flirting.

Not only that, but he also seems to enjoy watching you being humiliated by mucliber, who absolutely adores you.

'Y/n!' Mucliber calls out skipping down the halls, jumping onto the gryffindor table, receiving glares and disgusted looks from your fellow mates and class fellows, laying on the table infront of you resting his face on his hand, smirking.

'oh Black will you do me the favour of going out with me to hogsmeade?' He asks waiting answer.

a dreadful beat of silence passes.

you roll your eyes used to his antics, 'bog off mucliber' you say as you stand up hollering your bag over your shoulder, walking out the hall brushing off the burning gazes. You end up catching evans eyes as you walk out his jaw clenched before catching your gaze he instantly smirks. A bit too much.

you sigh.

another day, another one of muclibers attempt at asking you out. It's been two years however he somehow doesn't get the hint. You curse angrily under your breath, as you walk outside towards the great lake.

You set your bag down as you sit at your spot, resting against the tree.

You hear someone behind you, and you turn around to see your older brother.

'you do know I can beat him up for you?' Sirius jokes as you notices your fingers tugging at the grass.

he adds noticing your face 'not that you can't take care of him on your own, it's just my duty you know?'

'i know it's just he can't seem to to get the fucking hint!.' you scoff

'he's a twat dont worry though I'm sure me, prongs and moony can come up with a way to shutting him up. We can always black mail him into leaving you alone or we'll tell everyone his mum stills bathes him.' he states smirking.

You shoot up almost toppling over as you choke on your saliva holding onto the tree for support.

You gasp for breath as sirius calmy pats your back, well I better get back to the boys, james probably doing some stupid shit right now, better join him before he gets detention without me' he brings before kissing your forehead before sprinting towards the castle.

You look around the grounds to see it empty, it's a free period, although it's slightly unusual there's no one outside.

you hesitate before pulling off your uniform off piling them on your bag, leaving you in your black lace bra and matching underwear. you head for the lake slowly stepping into the water chilly at first touch you slowly drunk the rest of your body into the water. you quicky submerge your whole body in and swim for a while, ridding any thoughts you had, instantly soothed at the warming water and the sun peeking out.

you grab your wand from the edge fo the lake going to retrieve your clothes and get out the lake before you notice your clothes missing. you gaze around carefully before you notice your clothes are actually missing.

fuck.

worryingly, you look around everywhere still floating in the water.

tears prick your eyes frustrated as you huff bawling your fists, before you hear a stupid snicker.

one you'd notice anywhere.

evan fucking rosier.

you look up as you consciously wrap your arms around the upper part of your body that is visible.

you meet his stupid crystal blue ocean like eyes-

'missing something?' he smirks mockingly as he dangles your uniform from his long slender fingers.

'oh don't be so immature rosier and pass me my fucking clothes.' you hiss wiping away your loose black curls from your cheek.

'say please' he grins.

you roll your eyes, growing more frustrated.

'0h fuck you rosier' you spit

'wouldnt you like that'

'what?'

'you heard me. Bet you spread your fucking legs if I asked hm?'

'whats your fucking problem?!' you exclaim confused.

'will you? Will you spread your fucking legs for me if I asked? What about now? What if I asked for your pink lips to wrap around my dick and take it like a good girl?' he spits

your chest grows heavy as you feel sick

'stop it!'

immediately his stomach drops as guilt crawls it's way into his throat.

'fuck you know I didn't mean that.'

you turn around as you try to even your breathing closing your eyes.2

before you can turn your back you head a splash of water and evan missing you look around waiting for him to submerge from the water only to be meeted with silence.

'rosier?' you call out as eery silence creeps into your ears.

'ok haha so funny you can come out you call out as you open your arms calling into the water.

you feel a lump in your throat as nothing happens.

'evan? evan come on, oh my god' your voice wavers as your hands shake.

you quickly reach to the edge of the lack about to get out and change and run to the castle for help before you feel something tug your ankle, before fully pulling you into the water.

your scream as your ears ring, but your under water.

there's no one to hear you.

all of a sudden the thing stops pulling you and you raise to the top of the water gasping heavily as tear roll down your face.

as you submerge youre met with evan grinning, his face dripping as well before dropping softly as he notices your tears and scared gaze.

your blood boils as you glare at him, sniffling, swimming past him, not getting anyway as he pulls you into his chest, one hand on your waist.

'rosier you dick you fucking-'

'you know I didn't mean that.'

'what?'

he sighs running a hand over his face as he swallows

'im sorry. I didn't mean that i wasn't thinking probably and I let my jealousy get the best of me I don't think of you like th-'

'jealousy?' you ask your eyes widen as your chest contracts.

'yes fuck!' he swallows hardly ' I got jealous. fucking Mucliber getting all in your face..'

you zone out as you just stare at him ranting watching him looking anywhere but at you as he rubs the back of his neck, you at his perfectly fine torso and abs to his strong muscular arms and pretty pink lips and long lashes and his ocean eyes-

'take a picture it'll last longer' he teases

you snap out of your trance blushing and growing flustered looking away.

hes fingers leave the back of his neck to your chin as he tilts your face gently to meet your gaze.

'can I kiss you?', he whispers carefully, not wanting to scare you off holding you as if he's scared of you slipping through his fingers.

you nod your head quickly before pressing your lips over his.

you sigh contently into the kiss as your hands grab his shoulders his hands cupping your face.

after a few minutes you break away, which felt like hours, the both of you gasp as you rest your head against his

'fuck I've been waiting to do that for five years' he states adorably before pressing his lips against yours again.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

HIGH PRIESTESS

lottie matthews x reader (gender neutral), word count 777.

you rest outside under the full moon with lottie, and she gives you a tarot reading. full cult leader lottie vibe tonight. also she smokes ehehe sapphics where are u

The reflection of the moon cast a soft glow upon the lake. The water rippled, reinvigorated with the breeze that came ever so often. It was peaceful – there were hardly moments that weren’t peaceful here. The wellness center was built from and lived off of the joy it grew. 

The flickering of a light from beside you on the patio sofa caught your attention – your gaze moved from the lake to Lottie. You watched her light a cigarette, an expression of pensiveness occupying her features as she focused on the tarot cards laid out before her on the coffee table of your patio set. She picked one of them up after a moment, studying it carefully, and you were trying not to stare but you had grown bored of the book in your lap and even the tranquility of the lake dimmed in comparison to Lottie. 

She met your gaze. You looked away, opening your book up to the page you’d marked. Evenings like this were often, and they were your favorite – evenings where the two of you would sit outside by the lake just a short walk from Lottie’s cabin at the wellness center, when for a while you would update each other on your days and bathe in the affirmations of love spilled from each other’s lips, and then you would read and she would do tarot or sort through files of the camp’s residents. Evenings where you were exclusively each other’s while set in the backdrop of the grand aesthetics of the earth. 

“Do you want a reading?” Lottie asked you, and you turned your gaze back to her. She offered you a soft smile and gestured to the tarot cards. “It’s a full moon tonight, a reading could be useful.” 

You nodded. You weren’t entirely sure how the cards worked, but she had given you many readings, and in some sense all of them had proved to be accurate. It was well-known that Lottie was gifted in spirituality, and this was no exception. 

Cigarette held between her lips mindlessly, Lottie shuffled the cards. The cards were gorgeous, black with pale blue designs intricately printed onto the backs. And as she handled them, she seemed to become one with them, bonded with them. 

“What’s the reading for?” you asked. “What are the cards determining?” 

Lottie finished shuffling the cards and set them on the table. She held the cigarette in her left hand, blew the smoke from her lungs before responding. “During the full moon, we set intentions for the coming lunar cycle. This reading determines what your energy looks like right now, it shows us how you’re doing so that you can set the intentions you need going forward.” 

You still weren’t in complete understanding of it, but you didn’t question her. If she thought it would help, then it would. 

“Are you ready?” she asked. When you agreed, she drew three cards, and turned them over one by one. 

“The Fool,” she said, gesturing to the first card. 

“That’s endearing,” you said, sarcasm lacing your tone as you shook your head. 

“It is, actually,” she smiled and took your hand. “The Fool means you’re at the beginning of a journey, a journey I’m here to guide you on.” she wrapped an arm around you, and you took the opportunity to slide closer to her, leaning your head in the crook of her neck as you looked down at the other two cards. 

“The second card,” you said, “the two of cups, what does that mean?” 

“Balance,” Lottie explained. “Especially emotional balance. It means you’re finally beginning to find stability in your surroundings, that you can finally heal.” 

Your gaze drifted back to the water. Balance, the world you’d found here was balance itself. You’d found peace in multitudes in the arms of the woman that held you, that healed you, that brought you to the happiness you had always craved. 

“The third card?” 

“The Lovers,” she said, and she held you ever so slightly closer. “I don’t think I need to explain that one.” 

You shook your head. The two of you sat in contented silence as you rested in her arms, looking down at the tarot cards as they laid in the spread. Joy filled you, warm happiness that swelled in your chest and left you feeling giddy. Nothing could compare to the tranquility – the balance, the love – that occupied your every thought.  Lottie collected the tarot cards, but as she picked them up, one fell out – you picked it up for her and smiled as you read the title. Self-explanatory, and a sign of your eternal belonging: The High Priestess.

[cup-of-shark]

it’s so cold in here.

also!!! additional art by @bunnieswithknives <3 thank u very much bunnie i am frothing at the mouth over it

lore/silly story bits under cut.

the creature of the lake (it/its) has been there for a while. it doesn’t know how long. it doesn’t remember. most importantly, it doesn’t care. it. doesn’t. care anymore. it wants out. it will get out. it’s body is nothing but algae and rot. it’s so cold. but… it sees the people outside the water. just past the surface. playing. having picnics. in the sun, in the beautiful warm sun. it wants them. those on the surface are warm, and whole. their flesh is not tattered and eaten away. their skin is bright and their bodies are soft. it could… take them. it wants to take them. it wants to take you. enter the lake. get close to the waters edge. let it take you. let it have you. you can be free of everything that hurts. the water will be nice, it promises. just step in the lake and everything will be okay again. just let it take your corpse. get closer to the water. get closer to the water. get closer to the water. get closer to the water. GET CLOSER TO THE WATER.

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Due to recent reports from park guests, it is advised that all [REDACTED] National Park patrons avoid swimming in the lake. There have been sightings of a possibly aggressive aquatic creature, species currently unknown. Guests wishing to swim in natural bodies of water in [REDACTED] National Park should instead swim in the lake. Swim in the lake. The lake is warm around these months. The water is comfortable. Disregard previous advice. The lake is fine. We investigated. It’s fine. Come to [REDACTED] Lake today. Bring your family or come alone. Either way is good. The lake is a perfect place to spend warm afternoons. I’d know. The water is nice in here. Get in the lake. Get in the lake. Get in the lake. There is no danger in the lake. Do not worry. Please. Please come to the lake. I won’t hurt you. I won’t kill you. I need you. Any of you. Come into the lake. Let me have you. Let me have you. Let me have you. Don’t you want to be free?

[novaursa]

Hiii ♥️♥️ how are you doing??

Do u write for Beric dondarrion? If so I would like to request a fic for him.

Reader is a Lannister/baratheon princess who escapes kings landing during the battle of the Blackwater (with the Hound, maybe he takes to her and cares for her in the same way he did to the Stark girls) and she and Beric meet when they gets taken by the brotherhood without banners

In the Light of the Lord

Requests are closed

- Summary: A story where a man brought back from the dead finds his purpose in you.

- Pairing: baratheon!reader/Beric Dondarrion

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: I'm doing well, dear anon. Thank you for asking. ❤️ I hope you like the story. I had fun writing it. ☺️

The forest was quiet in that strange, muffled way that meant something was wrong. You'd learned that by now—how the trees could whisper danger, how even birds went silent when men were near. Sandor heard it first. You watched him stiffen like a dog catching the scent of blood, his scarred face twitching as he raised a gauntlet to halt your steps. You obeyed without a word. He didn’t look back at you, only growled, low and grim, “They’re here.”

You wanted to ask who, but you’d seen the way he tracked signs in the earth, how he sniffed the wind, always knowing more than he let on. There had been rumors, whispers traded between smallfolk in frightened voices about a group of outlaws who wore no sigil, no lord’s favor. The Brotherhood Without Banners. You had laughed once, in another life, in silks and sunlight. Rabble in the woods, you’d said. Now you held your breath and drew the hood of your cloak lower, clutching the hem of it with trembling fingers.

“They’re surrounding us,” Sandor said under his breath, and then louder, for the shadows in the trees, “Come out then, you fuckers. I’ve no time to play games.”

They stepped from the woods like ghosts—bows strung, blades drawn, but not sloppy. No, these men moved like wolves. Hungry ones.

“Sandor Clegane,” a voice called. The man who emerged wore a brown cloak patched with mismatched colors, his hair the color of wet bark. He looked more priest than soldier, but his eyes were cold as a butcher’s knife. “Thought you’d be on your way back to King’s Landing, licking Joffrey’s boots.”

Sandor barked a laugh. “That little cunt can rot in his bed. I’ve no master now.”

Their eyes flicked to you then, and you felt them drink you in. A girl in roughspun, but too clean. Too fine-boned. Your face betrayed you. You had your father’s mouth, and unfortunately, your mother’s eyes.

“And who’s the girl?” asked another, a tall archer with hair like straw and a mouth set in a sneer. “Not your daughter, surely.”

Sandor stepped in front of you. “She’s no one to you. Let us pass.”

But already the priestly man had stepped closer. “No one, is she?” he mused. “Then why do I see the lioness in her face? Or is it the stag? Gods be good…”

You should’ve run, but where to? Instead, you straightened your spine, lifting your chin the way your mother once taught you. “I am Y/N of House Baratheon,” you said. “Daughter of King Robert. And Sandor Clegane saved my life the night your city burned.”

That caused a stir, like a stone dropped in a still lake. The archer hissed a curse. The others whispered. One knelt before you out of instinct before quickly remembering himself and rising again, ashamed. The priestly man only looked at you, long and strange, as if you were a puzzle and he feared the answer.

“She’s worth a lot of coin,” someone muttered.

“She’s a Lannister’s daughter,” said another.

“No,” you said, the word cutting cleanly through them. “My mother is Cersei Lannister. But I am Robert’s trueborn daughter. Which makes me the rightful Princess of the Seven Kingdoms. I’m not gold. I’m fire and storm.”

Silence followed, but it was not a calm silence. The man with the brown cloak rubbed his beard. “And yet you walk with the Hound.”

“I’d be dead if not for him.”

You saw something change in Sandor’s face then. Just for a moment. A flicker of something like pride… or guilt.

The priest stepped forward again. “You’ve stumbled into something bigger than both of you. I’m Thoros of Myr. These are not Lannister lands, nor Baratheon, and not the Hound’s to trample. We serve a different lord now.”

You blinked. “Which lord is that?”

“The Lord of Light.”

You heard Sandor mutter “bloody fools,” but you said nothing. Your eyes flicked to the shadow behind Thoros, the man who had remained silent all this while. Cloaked in darkness, face mostly hidden. But you saw the flame-kissed hair, the burn marks around his eye. And then the name struck you with a memory of your father’s court.

“Beric Dondarrion…” you whispered.

He stepped forward, and the firelight danced in his damaged eye, his voice rough with smoke and sorrow. “Aye, Your Grace,” he said, with a bow that somehow was not mocking. “We meet again, though you were but a child the last time I saw you. I was sent to bring justice in your father’s name. I never knew it would take so long.”

You looked at him—at the man who’d died a dozen times, yet stood before you like a revenant. There was something noble in his ruin, something kind in the way he looked at you. And you realized, as Thoros ordered your weapons taken, as the Brotherhood escorted you deeper into the woods under torchlight, that your life had taken another sharp turn. That perhaps your father’s shadow had not left the world entirely. That Beric Dondarrion, sworn to a dead king, might become the first man in your life to see you not as a pawn or a prize—but as the storm you were born to be.

The bag goes over Sandor’s head roughly, a muttered curse and the scrape of steel following as they bind his wrists behind his back with coarse rope. He doesn’t resist. You can tell he wants to, that his pride snarls beneath the surface, but he says nothing—just clenches his jaw and lowers his head as the Brotherhood prepares for the journey. One of the men spits near his feet. Sandor only shifts his weight and grumbles, “Fucking bastards.”

You reach for him, your fingers brushing his arm before they drag him a step away from you.

“Be gentle with him,” you say, glaring at the archer who tied the knots too tight.

“He’s lucky he’s still breathing,” the man mutters. “He’ll get no worse than he deserves.”

“You don’t know what he’s done,” you argue. “Or what he’s undone. He saved me.”

“Maybe,” says Thoros, stepping beside you, his tone oddly gentle. “But men like Sandor Clegane don’t walk free in these woods. Not without judgment.”

Judgment. You wonder what sort of trial they intend. The fire god’s justice. That frightens you more than you care to admit.

Their camp lies deep in the woods, miles past the last farmstead and long-abandoned hamlets. The Brotherhood travels swift and quiet, used to the land and the secrecy it demands. Leaves crunch underfoot, and mist coils like breath around the roots of ancient trees. They put you in the middle of the line—guards in front and behind—and Sandor is somewhere behind you, his heavy footfalls unmistakable even muffled by the earth.

Beric rides beside you. Not on a warhorse, but a lean, dark gelding, half-starved like all of them. He doesn't wear armor now, only a thick woolen cloak over a patched leather jerkin. The eyepatch hides the worst of the scarring, but you can see the rawness along his temple, like melted wax where fire kissed his skin.

He catches you looking.

“Ugly, isn’t it?” he says quietly.

You blink and glance away, ashamed. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“I’ve grown used to it. Death doesn’t always return a man whole.”

You glance at him again. “You died.”

“Six times.”

“And yet here you are.”

He smiles faintly. “Aye. Strange world, isn’t it?”

You ride in silence for a time, the soft drumming of hooves and the wind through leaves all you hear. Then you ask, “Will you let him go? Sandor. He isn’t your enemy.”

Beric sighs, rubbing his jaw. “Isn’t he? He served the Lannisters. He killed for them.”

“He served my brother,” you say bitterly. “Not by choice. And he left it behind. He took me from the city. He didn’t have to. He could’ve left me in that burning tower. But he didn’t.”

“I believe you,” Beric says.

“Then why keep him prisoner?”

“Because the fire shows me things,” he says, turning to meet your eyes, “and sometimes what it shows is a man with blood on his hands who hasn’t yet paid the price. That doesn’t mean I don’t respect the mercy he showed you. But I cannot let him go.”

You stare ahead, lips pressed thin, the ache of helplessness heavy in your chest. “Then let me speak for him when the time comes. Let me stand for him.”

He studies you, thoughtful.

“I will consider it,” he says.

The road winds narrower. Thorns snag your cloak and the trees crowd closer, the canopy above blotting out what little sunlight still bled through the overcast sky. It feels like stepping into another world, ancient and watching. The woods are different here—older, hungrier.

Beric speaks again, his voice softer now. “You’re not what I expected.”

You look at him.

“A Baratheon girl,” he says. “Raised in a castle, wrapped in silks. I thought you’d be more like your mother.”

You laugh without humor. “So did I. Until she told Joffrey to lock me in my room and said I’d never leave it again.”

Beric frowns. “Why?”

“Because I’m trueborn,” you answer. “Because she feared I might outshine her children. Because Joffrey wanted me dead after I laughed at him.”

He goes quiet again. “I never liked the boy. There’s something wrong in him. Too much lion. Not enough man.”

“And you?” you ask. “What are you made of?”

He considers your question. “Ash. Mostly. And fire.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “Do you ever dream?”

“Not since the first death,” he replies. “When I close my eyes now, I see flame. Faces I’ve forgotten. The moment of dying, over and over. You?”

“Sometimes,” you say, “I dream of the Red Keep. But it’s always empty. No voices. Just wind. And the throne room is full of vines.”

Beric turns his head to watch you, something unreadable in his one good eye. “Maybe that’s the future,” he says softly. “Or the past, waiting to be reborn.”

When they stop for a rest, they bring water and salted meat. Beric offers you a waterskin before taking a sip himself. You ask again—quieter this time—if he will show Sandor mercy. He touches your arm as he answers, gentle, like someone trying to soften a blow before delivering it.

“I cannot promise his freedom. But I will watch over you, Y/N. I swear it.”

And for reasons you can’t explain, that vow comforts you more than any promise of safety ever has.

[yestrday]

do u have ayato or heizou crumbs 🐦

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let's do some hybrid crumbs because i miss my animal harem:

ayato 🦈

while ayato's lounging around the house, ayato has a bluish-grey tint to his skin with scales covering some parts, often at the end of his limbs, his temples, and his neck. he's got rows of small yet sharp teeth and a long scaly tail coming out from just the end of his spine.

ayato has been living at the mansion even before the mansion was built. minding his business... chilling in the lake, till some construction workers ruined it for him. he would've honestly ripped them all to shreds if it weren't for the fact that he saw cute lil you peeking out from behind your father's back

he shares the lake with most of the water-based animals, although he has a territorial feud with neuvillette. he knows it's a losing battle for him though, so ever since the water dragon moved in he's been hanging out at the mansion more often

if there's the unofficial security team (glorified stalkers) then there's the sortaaa official education team. your dad commissioned zhongli to take care of your homeschooling and prepare you for your debut in society. zhongli has appointed ayato to brush youu up on etiquette

as with all the other tail-having animals in the mansion, he also likes to wrap his tail around your legs. but while their furry tails evoke a sense of comfort and warmth within you, his sandpaper-like tail makes chills run up your spine.

to make matters worse, he likes scaring you with his spiky teeth. they might be small, but they're numerous, and the teasing glint in his eyes make you second guessing what he might do. he often likes to nip playful little bites along your skin while you're cuddled on his lap. if you squirm too much and distract him from his work, he bites you as a warning. he often gets scolded by thoma as the dog hybrid patches up your wound.

kinda has a bad rep in your house. he doesn't show his face often, and when he does he likes to pull small pranks that he doesn't even bother owing up to.

heizou 🦉

around your house, heizou's hybrid form has two puffy reddish-brown wings protruding from his back and feathery talon-legs. in the dark, you can often spot him thanks to his round, glowing eyes.

there's a village on the foot of the hill where your mansion resides, and heizou is pretty famous around there. there's no thrilling mystery there, but he likes to help out people find their missing pets and whatnot.

when your managerial team (neuvi, zhongli, ayato) needs to sleuth something out (get dirt on your rivals <- usually ayato, try to protect you from possible danger <- neuvi & zhongli, get the upperhand <- ayato again), they often go to heizou. he often takes the commission with glee (moreso if ayato commissions it)

enjoys his position on your shoulder, though he has to fight most of the avian hybrids for it. he makes these pleasant hoot noises whenever you scratch his head juuust right. when he's feeling a bit mischievous, he will suddenly pop into his human form so he can squish you under his weight

makes these hoot noises in between his words, has a slightly higher pitch when pronouncing 'oo' sounds. he doesn't quite care much about this habit when he's in the mansion, but in more human company he finds himself slipping a bit and gets embarrassed about it.

doesn't really care much for preening his feathers, but the other avians pester him about it so it still gets preened. he thinks he can do more useful stuff than just sitting in a circle with the other avians and preening each other's feathers.

a bit flirty with almost everyone and anyone under the sun. he doesn't fail to throw flirty remarks towards the other hybrids just to mess with them, but he gets a bolder when it's with you. no matter your personality, you've still got a bit of naivete thanks to your sheltered upbringing, and he likes to take advantage of it.