#besides these are all really ocean-adjacent

[prettyiwa]

24 and 26 for your ask game pretty please? 🥹🥹

24. 3 places that make you feel peaceful.

[l0v3tast3]

organs and hatred alike — part 2

✎ summary: after the 141 men find out makarov is your father, they start questioning you (sorry i suck at summaries lol)

✎ tags: female reader, military reader, hurt/no comfort at all, this is all angst, major daddy issues, not proofread im too cool for that

✎ word count: 1.9k

✎ author's note: tysm everyone who left such nice comments on the last one ily ฅ(´ര ̫ ര`)ฅ !!! i will be making a part 3 for this i promise im sorry i write so slow "(._.`) ྀྀ՞

part 1 . . . masterlist

seconds passed by at the same rate as hours in the cold room, but you didn't really mind. it had given you plenty of time to think.

since kyle had left, you still hadn't moved. at least one of the 141 task force had had their eyes glued to the camera feed from the room you were in for the duration of your time in there.

they all saw the same thing: your hands folded on the table in front of you, wrists still ringed with blood and the handcuffs, and you head bowed towards the table. the slight movement of your back and chest was the only indication you were still alive.

you didn't particularly feel alive at the moment though, much less like any of this was real. it should have felt real to you, because it was and this had happened before more times than you could count on one hand. your father had always been several steps ahead of you it seemed, and this instance was no different.

the irony of the situation was what made it so surreal for you. you had finally caught up to him, gained the upper hand against him, if only for a few fleeting moments. just as quickly as you had climbed, you were knocked down to the same level as him.

and now, you were equals with him. a man who called an ocean of blood his home, a man who had sold humans as easily as farm animals, a man who had crossed every line with a content smile. he was sitting in a room adjacent and identical to your own, in handcuffs just the same as yours.

the universe was making a mockery of you.

when the door had shut behind him, kyle took a look at each of the other three men, each one laden with a sort of grief.

"i think she's telling the truth," kyle spoke. his brows were turned up with worry, a look the others rarely saw on the quiet man.

"doesn't matter," simon grunted. "she still lied to us." his skull-plated mask hid plenty, but his clenched fists and stiff stature spoke for themselves.

"did she say anything else?" john asked, his arms crossed tightly. the mohawked man could barely hold himself still. he had been actively resisting going up to makarov and beating him until he was unrecognizable for too long now.

"you heard everything i did," kyle said while he shook his head.

price, who had been silently watching you through the camera since you had been thrown in the room, finally moved from his spot towards makarov's room. without a word, he opened the door and stepped in, letting it slam shut heavily behind him.

he came out an hour later, wiping his hands with a handkerchief. simon had stayed in the room, his eyes shifting between each camera feed, while john had went to take a walk to try to cool off and kyle tried to find laswell.

price stood beside simon, tucking the red-stained handkerchief back into his belt and looked at the camera pointed to your unmoving figure.

"so, which one do you think is telling the truth?" price asked.

"i don't trust a word he says," simon grunted with a hand waved in makarov's general direction.

"you trust her?"

simon didn't say anything. instead, it was his turn to silently head into a room, yours this time.

he sat down in the chair across from you, his gigantic frame making it look almost comically small. he kept his hands on his thighs, instinctively near his weapons.

you were still sitting as you had been, your loose hair covering most of your face. he could see your hooded eyes focused on nothing. you both sat in silence while he waited for you to show any sign of consciousness.

simon decided five minutes was long enough. "why didn't you shoot him?"

you blinked; it was the most acknowledgement he'd gotten so far.

"why... didn't i shoot him?" you murmured hoarsely after a few moments.

he said your name sternly, repeating his question back to you again.

your blurry vision shifted to the empty gun holster on your thigh. they had made sure to quickly take your weapons from you while dragging you into the room.

why hadn't you shot him?

you had been covered head to toe in the blood of his men, equipped with over a dozen different weapons when price had originally hooked the handcuffs on him. your finger was resting beside the trigger of your automatic rifle, inches away from being aimed at his head. why hadn't you shot him there?

and when they had sent you in to talk to him, why hadn't you shot him then? you could have pressed the barrel of your handgun against his head before anyone could have opened the door to the room. you could still feel the cold skin of his neck on your fingertips, burning like you had dipped your hands in acid.

"i was scared," you finally admitted, barely whispering. the confession stung your throat; you wanted to grab the words out of the air and swallow them back down as soon as you closed your mouth.

"of what?"

"you. the others."

simon remembered the first time he had seen you.

the look in your eyes had been eerily familiar, and it didn't take him long to recognize it in his own mirror. you had closed yourself off, barely speaking a word, never showing your face. just like him.

it was why he had avoided you for so long, never relenting when price would tell him that he had to at least get along with you or when soap and gaz would attempt to bring you both closer. he only ever spoke brief sentences to you, never asked you anything personal. he kept it distant and professional.

at some point, he had apparently let you in closer to his heart than he had ever planned, because your admittance of your fear of him made something he could only say was dread pierce his heart.

"what did he say?" you muttered. simon stayed quiet. "i could hear price beating him."

despite everything, it hadn't brought you any joy to hear your captain's fist connecting with your father's face, or to hear him grunt and fall to the floor through the wall. you had thought your lack of joy was odd until you realized it was because it wasn't you in price's place.

"said you and him have been workin' together."

something welled up in your throat, and you thought it was more tears, but then you were laughing. tiny giggles turned into you practically cackling, tossing your head back and pressing your hands to your stomach. it was the hardest simon had ever seen you laugh.

"oh my god, ahaha, he- hehe, he told you what?" you spat out between heaving for breath. "he really- he actually said we were working together?" after a few seconds, you weren't laughing anymore. your hands rested back on the table and you hunched over again.

"he must really, really want me dead now."

"why does he want you dead?"

"because i'm proof he exists." you stared back at him as he had been since walking in, and simon almost reached up to make sure his mask was still on.

you knew that as long as you were alive, makarov wouldn't be able to disappear if he needed to, as much as he tried. he had learned that lesson already in the endless circles you chased around each other. you both knew that neither of you would die until the other caught up.

"makarov is lying to you, why wouldn't he be?" you continued.

"you lied to us."

you paused for a few moments. you had lied to them, countless times. just how similar to your father had you turned out without realizing?

"this task force was the only chance i had left." your words were quiet again, like a child who had been caught breaking the rules. if a fog of regret hadn't settled over your thoughts, you would think of yourself as pitiful.

"you knew we hated him too. why didn't you tell us that much?"

"you would have had questions. i couldn't answer them without telling you everything else."

"you're answering them now."

"i don't have a choice now, do i?" simon could see the frustration slowly replacing the sullen look in your eyes.

"you backed yourself into this corner, didn't you?" he said, keeping his voice slow and calm.

you had.

it was your choice to lie. it was your choice to put on the mask. it was your choice to cover up your accent, to change your name. how many names had you taken now? it had been so long, it took more than a few moments to remember the one given to you first. but was that really you that had been given that name?

your eyes weren't the same as the child that you saw in your memories. your nose and your lips and your skin stayed the same, but your eyes showed what was etched underneath, what replaced the marrow of your bones.

you knew there was no point in wishing to go back, but what was there left for you to do? what would you have done differently? who would you have been honest to?

looking up at simon, you realized the lies had never been necessary. his mask left his most vulnerable feature uncovered, a contradiction to the symbol his being held. such an unreadable force, baring his soul freely under a threadbare cover. his soul looked back at you and asked you once again why you had done this.

you ignored the question.

"what are you going to do with him?"

"get as much as we can out of him. charge him." he said after a few seconds.

"is that what you're doing with me?"

simon crossed his arms. "dunno yet."

silence blanketed the room again. you choked on it until more words came up.

"do you think i turned out like him?"

your utterance made your stomach turn, made rocks smother your heart and crush your lungs. it was the question you'd never given voice to, but had always held under your tongue.

he ignored the question.

"do you?"

you looked down at the handcuffs again and almost vomited. swallowing down the acid, you began to slowly shake your head back and forth.

"he- he took everything, simon, everything from me," you stuttered, your throat tightening and your voice straining. "and it's not even about me. he's a fucking terrorist."

you remembered watching him smile while he stood in front of a burning apartment building, still full of it's residing families. you had just barely managed to slip out of his lackey's grasp while he puffed out his chest with pride at his newest "advancement".

"this is about you," simon leaned forward. "this is about you not telling us what you knew about him."

"simon, i'll tell you everything, i swear, just let me out of here. just let me kill him," you pleaded. the hollowness of your chest was starting to spread, and you were becoming restless again. the urgency you had felt earlier was pouring back in, like floodgates crumbling.

he paused for a few seconds. "fine," he snarled.

then his hand was wrapped around your wrist, yanking you up and pulling you with him. he let go once you stumbled forward around the table, but you stopped dead in your tracks once he opened the door. was he serious?

"well?" he growled, looking back at you, waiting impatiently for your decision.

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[ohtobealady]

For the one-word prompt: America (Cobert related)

Oh, Anonny! What a fun prompt! Thank you. I'm afraid this is more cobert adjacent, but I still hope you like it.

(play some 1920's jazz in the background for this one)

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America

“Eh, I’d say you earned some fun.” 

Robert forced a huff of a laugh at Martha before he replaced his empty tumbler on the table. For the thousandth time, his eyes went to the portrait hanging to the left of the mantelpiece. The painted image of his wife, thirty years younger, stared back at him. 

“But you’ll keep him away from Frank’s, won’t you?” she spoke to Harold now who had begun to stand. “We all know how he’s managed to steer clear of charges.” Robert watched her rub her fingertips together, quirking one of her brows. "I've had enough of you in the papers, but I don't believe in bribes. At least not anymore."

“No, Mother. We aren’t going to Frank’s. Oscar Dupuis is hosting.” 

“Oh, well then.” Martha chuckled, and the ice in her glass tinkled when she brought it to her lips. “I’m sorry I have to miss out.”

He didn’t understand why Harold laughed, rolling his eyes, and Robert didn’t care to inquire. Instead he stood and followed his brother-in-law. 

Harold didn’t speak again until they were in the dark backseat of the car. 

“They’ll have drinks, though I can’t promise they’re as good as ours,” he adjusted his coat and tossed a glance in Robert’s direction. “But it’s best not to ask too many questions.” 

“Seems to be a slogan of yours,” Robert muttered under his breath. He was tired. He was homesick. He didn’t want to go to this party, but Harold had insisted, as a thank you. “Will there be many guests?”

Harold shrugged. “Hard to say. Not really one of those sorts of parties.” 

“I see. I did think it rather late for a dinner,” he found himself admitting. Harold, to his surprise, laughed aloud. 

“Oh. It’s not a dinner.”

The car stopped, and even before the chauffeur opened the door, the sounds of laughter and light jaunty music filtered through the night. 

Somewhere beyond Robert’s attention, as he climbed from the car, he could hear Harold’s voice saying, “Come at two, Morris.” But he was much too distracted to worry about having to make small talk into the wee hours. The facade was grand: marble pillars, pink roses climbing high, electric chandeliers sparkling through the eight-foot tall windows. Behind him, beyond the crunch of the gravel beneath car tires, he could hear the sea crashing against the rocks below. The ocean breeze was sticky and sweet.

“C’mon.” 

He snapped his head to Harold. 

“We’ll say hello to Oscar.”

Inside felt even more foreign. Everyone spoke too loudly. The little jazz band the hosts had hired bounced as they plucked their strings and blew their horns. People all turned and smiled and greeted Harold, parting before him and fawning over him, perplexing Robert to no end. A too-blonde woman with diamonds on every finger waved in their direction, calling out, “Harry! You’ve made it!” 

Robert shrank back. Beside him, Harold was shaking hands with four men who, to Robert’s surprise, guffawed when Harold gestured back toward him. He felt uncomfortable.

The woman’s smile was broad and white as she came between him and Harold, kissing the air beside Harold’s cheeks. 

“Where’ve you been Harry? I haven’t seen you in ages!” 

“New York,” he took a short glass from a serving tray a waiter passed by with. “We’ve been wiggling our way out of a few tight places. But I shouldn’t have to explain that to you.” 

Robert lifted his chin at Harold’s eye contact, even if he didn’t understand the wink he gave him, but the blonde woman squealed. “Oh! You’re terrible, Harold Levinson!” 

“And who’s this?”

He hadn’t noticed the other woman who spoke, her long pearl necklace looped once, tightly, around her long neck. Her dark hair was cropped and curled close to her ears. 

“Oh, right. Everyone”—the group of men and women now formed a semicircle around him, and Robert nodded politely—-“this is my brother-in-law, Robert Crawley. It’s his first time in Newport. So behave, won’t you?” 

Robert shook his head. He hadn’t been introduced to anyone by his Christian name in all his life.

“Welcome,” the woman in pearls said quietly. Robert had to strain to hear. “I’m Mrs Dupuis. The man just over there, the one speaking with the waiter, is my husband, Oscar. You’ll let us know if you need anything, alright?” 

“Yes, thank you,” he felt he had to shout over the din. 

“Brother-in-law?” Robert turned at the words. A man his own height was smiling at Harold, and then to him. “You’re Cora’s husband?”

Robert blinked at his wife’s name in the stranger’s mouth. “Pardon me—-“

The man’s brow was pinched in concentration, “Lord Donn—Oh, sorry. I can’t remember…”

“Grantham.” The man turned to Harold who had answered. 

“Grantham?” 

“Yeah. He was Downton when they married, Stu.” 

“Oh. That’s right,” the man smiled again when he looked back at Robert at last. “You aren’t what I imagined.”

Robert, in the middle of this over-crowded, exceedingly loud, and oddly bright room, blinked in confusion. “I—“

“You’re a lord?” The blonde woman’s high voice was too near his left ear, and Robert, surprised, stepped backward. 

“He’s an earl, Claudia,” the smiling man, the man who had said Cora with a familiarity that Robert couldn’t quite place, lifted a dark brow. “Is this really your first time here, Lord Grantham?”

Robert swallowed, uneasy. “Yes. That is, it’s my first visit to Newport,” he felt the need to clarify. “But, of course, not to America. My wife and I came over to New York in 1891, and again in 1895.”

“‘96,” Harold carelessly corrected. He’d somehow obtained cigars in the interim, and offered one to Robert. “But they didn’t bring my nieces,” he frowned melodramatically to the group around them. The women chorused a plaintive “aw.” 

“They were still quite young,” Robert needlessly explained, as the others now either spoke or laughed.

The blonde woman looked at Mrs Dupuis, and Robert could just make out the word “princesses” above the noise before he looked elsewhere. 

“Three daughters, yes?” 

Robert blinked. Again perplexed. “Forgive me,” he began as he narrowed his gaze at the smiling man. “And you are?”

“Stuart Hearst.” He stuck out his hand, shoving Harold aside who’d gotten closer for some reason, and Robert took it. “Surprised Cora’s never mentioned me.” 

Robert, still shaking his hand, frowned thoughtfully. “I’m not sure. Perhaps she has.” 

"And she hasn't come because...?"

How could Robert say he was only here to bail his wife's silly brother out of legal trouble? He couldn't. "And how do you know her?"

“The old Newport crowd. I remember the summer she went off to make her match.” Stuart lifted a corner of his mouth in a sort of smirk. “It didn’t take long. But then again, none of us thought it would. She was always a little more refined than the rest of us. But good at getting a laugh—”

“Stu had a crush on her.” 

Robert looked at Harold, who puffed away on his cigar. Robert hadn’t even lit his. 

“Now wait a minute, Harold—”

“Oh! Who has the crush? Is it you, Harry?”

Robert’s head was beginning to hurt, and though it was rude, he was grateful the other two men ignored the young blonde who had obviously had too much illicit liquor. 

“We all did."

“Well, not me, but I’m guessing you’ll say that doesn’t count,” Harold grimaced at his drink. “What is this?”

But Stuart had elbowed the man next to him, a portly fellow who hadn’t said two words, to garner support. “You remember Cora, don’t you, Louis?”

He blinked lazily. “Mm.” He hummed slowly. “I remember she was prettier than you, Harold.”

Harold tipped his head in mock contemplation. “Eh.”

Stuart, however, brought his eyes to Robert. “None of us were permitted to consider her, of course. So it wasn’t a surprise when she went over.”

“No.” Harold blew a ring of smoke. “She did well.” And then, he turned. “Say, where’s Oscar? I did need to speak with him.” 

And at last, Robert raised his voice over the clamor. “You say, you weren’t permitted?”

Harold, Stuart, and even Louis now, looked at him. Stared.

Robert swallowed down his irritation, and tried again. “How do you mean?” 

“Well, our mothers wouldn’t…it wasn’t,” Stuart began, glancing awkwardly at Harold, but then laughed. “But then it has been thirty or so years, hasn’t it? Can’t recall. And, uh, turned out alright for you, eh, Lord Grantham?”

He smiled again at Robert, again at Harold. And then, haltingly, Stuart took in a breath and turned away, calling, “Claudia? Come and tell me about that dress of yours.”

Robert stood quietly, staring after him, looking at the crowd of people who were laughing and chatting, and his chest began to ache. He looked over at Harold. 

Harold grinned up at him, wryly. “England’s not the only place with social classes, you know.” He nodded in the direction toward the man he wanted to see, Oscar, standing in a small crowd on the opposite side of the room. He stuck his cigar in his mouth and grumbled, “America’s got plenty of ‘em.”  

[edgeray]

Part 1: Sweeter Than Wine(Nico Robin x Fem! Reader)

Part 2

A/N: First post on here :3. This is the culmination of me when I was downbad for like two nights straight. Can you tell how gay I am? This is just 2k words of self-indulgence, I love Miss All Sunday so much, there needs to be more content on her. Who doesn't love a sexy cowgirl?

Warnings: Reader uses female pronouns, Robin may be OOC, Reader is also highkey downbad (I'm sorry, I was projecting), alcohol drinking, pet names(?), if there is more that needs to be added to this please feel free to tell me

Chatter, laughter, and the smell of alcohol filled your senses as you sat on the bar stool, enjoying your drink in one of the bars at Whiskey Peak. Your pinky tapped against the glass of your cup repeatedly as boredom filled your mind. Despite all the drinking and hooligans surrounding you, nothing about all of this was entertaining to you. After all, this happened almost every other week. Naive pirates would come to Whiskey Peak after having just gone through Reverse Mountain and get ambushed by the hundred or so bounty hunters. Then it'd be the end of those little pirates’ journey before it really even started. It was honestly pitiful, and quite frankly, you've long grown tired of throwing up a party and a facade for every unfortunate pirate that stopped by. You were tired of these events even though you yourself were a bounty hunter. 

Another pirate crew crushed, what a pity, she sighed as she watched as an orange-haired girl and a moss-headed swordsman drank nearly the entire bar dry. Silence and solitude surrounded you, feeling an empty void within. With a sigh, you turned to your glass and twisted your wrist to observe the swirling of the liquid. 

At first, you didn't notice her when she entered the bar. No one did. But then there began whispers of awe and admiration and that was when you finally looked up from your drink. 

Your heart halted in your chest as your eyes laid upon the woman who sat herself a few seats away from you. You immediately related to all the dumbstruck stares from your fellow Millions, because how could you not have been infatuated at first glance? Pitch-black shoulder-length straight hair, sun-kissed skin, a skimpy outfit that did wonders in showing her goddess-like stature, and the sexiest cowboy boots and hat met your eyes. But what drew you in wasn't just her physical appearance but the aura that she gave. Seductive confidence exuded from her form and sitting posture even as admirers (including you) ogled at her. 

It felt wrong to be staring at her so openly but you couldn't help it–the more you observed her the more she captivated you. 

You were never a believer of love-at-first-sight but this had to be pretty damn close. Warmth began to blossom within your abdomen the longer your attention lingered on the new woman and your ears burned at the realization of all the thoughts you were having as you continued to watch her. You snapped your head away from the woman finally when your fantasies became more lewd and you tried to wash those erotic ideas away with your glass of alcohol. You shouldn't be thinking those things for a woman you've never even met, you scolded yourself, shame overwhelming your being. You closed your eyes and tried to shuffle your thoughts on the woman away, hoping for the pitter-patter of your heart to similarly be shooed off.

“Can I buy you a drink?” A low, sultry, feminine purred beside you, the kind of voice that instantly made you want to fold yourself in half. Your eyes flew open as you spun your head towards the direction of the voice and your heart jumped out of your chest when the woman you were fawning over was seated adjacent to you. It's the first time you were able to get a glance at her face and heat instantaneously swarmed your cheeks, your breath hitching at the sight. Soul-piercing ocean blue eyes stare back into you, a smirk played on her perfect lips as she leaned her cheek against her hand, which was propped up by her elbow on the counter. Her body was turned towards you while she leaned against the bar counter so that your eyes could roam freely over her entire front. Her body language oozed with unwavering sensual assurance and from the way she's smirking at you, she most definitely knew it. You desperately attempted to stop your focus from wandering down, knowing if you did you'd probably see her cleavage and at this point, you weren't sure if you'd risk a stroke in front of her just to see it. 

“Yes,” you nervously stammered out and a low rumble reverberated from the ravenette's throat as she chuckled. It's music to your ears and you just want to hear it again. She turned to the bartender and requested two glasses of red wine while you instinctively slouched upon feeling the envious weight of other Millions’ stares on your back. 

"I hope you don't mind wine, I prefer my drinks on the sweeter side," the alluring woman stated, her smirk growing just a bit when she faced you. 

"No, wine is good," you shake your head dumbly, feeling humiliated by your lackluster response. "Thank you," you remember to thank her a moment later. 

"Of course. How could I stop myself from buying a drink for such a cute little thing," she replied with a voice laced with honey as she beamed back at you. 

You flushed and turned your head away to hide the abashed expression on your face. Your body can't help but be filled with ecstasy at the compliment and your knees couldn't have ached more to be on the floor in front of her. However, you couldn't divert your attention from her for long when she reached out her hand to grasp onto your chin and forcibly but gently tilted your head up towards her gorgeous face again. 

"Don't be so shy. I don't bite, I promise. Unless you want me to," the woman whispered as she leaned close to your face, the distance between you only a few inches apart. Her thumb stroke across your bottom lip and impulsively, your tongue swiped against her thumbpad. While embarrassment smacked you across the face, the woman's smile only grew more. 

Her next words had you nearly falling out of your seat. "Good girl," she purred and something inside of you stirred. 

"What's your name, sweet thing?" She asked as her thumb repeatedly caressed your lip in a circular motion. Like an idiot, your words stumbled over as you tried to recall your name for a second.

"It's nice to meet you. My name is Miss All Sunday." Her voice and every word were laced with syrup despite the shockingly big reveal to you. 

"Miss All Sunday?" You repeated quietly as you remembered faintly that Miss All Sunday was the vice-president of Baroque Works. Your world stopped spinning as you came to the realization that you were majorly crushing on one of your bosses, the second highest on the ladder as a matter of fact. You've heard of her, through the rumors of other Millions–how ruthless and powerful she is, yet all you've been fantasizing about is if she's the same way in bed. Oh, how she could snap you in two and you'd thank her, wouldn't you, you taunted yourself in resignation. 

"What are you doing here?" You wondered out loud, compelling yourself to rid of all the lewd thoughts. 

"There's something I need to take care of here. But it can wait for a little bit, I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of beauty in my eyes," the vice president commented. Your entire face flushed at the compliment. The hand on your chin wandered down and her fingertips scraped against your neck, then down to your shoulders, to your sides, and grazed against your hip until it rested upon your thigh. Your thighs clenched tightly against one another and the reaction amused her. Feather light warm touches danced on your skin as it sent tingles of pleasure throughout your body. 

A shuddering sigh left you and you're silently begging for her in your eyes, for more of her, for the entirety of her. You want to greedily soak up everything she can give you and more. She momentarily turned her gaze away from you once the glasses of wine arrived and a disappointed whimper involuntarily escaped your throat. Your pathetic noise earned you a few squeezes on your thigh. 

"Would you like a sip?" She inquired as she held onto a glass in her other hand. You nodded slightly and reached out your hand, however, she didn't pass the glass to you. Instead, she brought the glass to her lips and had a sip. She leaned in and using the hand on your thigh as support, she closed the distance between you. 

One moment, your lips were bare and cold, and the next, it was met with Miss All Sunday's mouth. You gasped into the kiss and the vice president used the opportunity to pour the red wine from her mouth into yours. The sweet flavor of the beverage overwhelmed your taste buds while the woman in front of you fervently pressed her mouth against yours, each kiss deep like she was savoring the sensation of your lips. Her tongue danced on your lips to request entrance and you swallowed the drink she so generously offered you to allow her in. She immediately dominated your mouth, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny without so much of a struggle from you. You moaned softly against her and tried to press yourself closer to the woman. 

The heat in your stomach exponentially grew and the sensuality of it all only made you want to surrender yourself to the woman more. One hand uselessly gripped onto her arm while your other hand clenched around the seat of your chair. Meanwhile, Miss All Sunday's other hand found her way behind your head, making it impossible to escape from the kiss as she ensured you were as close to her as possible. Not that you'd want to escape of course. 

You wanted to memorize every texture of her soft lips that unrelentlessly ravished you. It's the sweetest, most relishing thing to you, sugarier than any dessert you've devoured, and more decadent than the most gourmet of meals. And you were getting this for free? You wanted more, no, you needed more, damn the lightheadedness that began to settle in your head. It’s intoxicating the way she took over all your senses, the way you're disarmed with just one kiss, the way she has your entire form trembling, the way your mind is filled with the eternal necessity that is her. She stole your breath not because she's not allowing you to breathe but because suddenly your oxygen supply is Miss All Sunday. But then her mouth leaves your lips and it's only then that you realize you need to breathe oxygen. You gaze at her with half-lidded eyes and a bit of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, and you can tell that she's pleased with the mess she's reduced you to. 

“M-miss,” you mumbled, hungry for more. You were drunk off of her kiss.

“You want more? What an insatiable girl,” she coyly smirked before her eyes scanned around her surroundings. “Looks like we've gained an audience.” 

Her last statement sobered you up a little and you too looked around and saw many of the bar's customers scrutinizing you in covetousness. You ducked your head in mortification but the vice president of Baroque Works only chuckled, and she raised a hand to her purple felt hat. “How rude of them to intrude into a private show.” 

Her fingers clasped on the brim of the hat and she removed it from her head, before bringing it to the side of your face, essentially creating a shield from the onlookers. You pondered why she was doing that before she leaned in, this time her lips more aggressively crashing against yours and you were caught off by surprise again. Her free hand that was once on your hand cupped your cheek gently, trailing her thumb over your skin. The way that her hat censored the passionate moment from everyone else in the bar only makes it so much more intimate–like a secret shared between just the two of you. It made your heart flutter excitedly; Miss All Sunday, for all how powerful she is and for all she could easily obtain just for being Baroque Work's vice president, was focusing solely on you and you alone. You were the only one that captured her attention and she was kissing you stupid again, making the rest of your world so trivial when she had you in her hold.

It seemed like hours before she parted from your lips, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you panted for air. Her cerulean eyes softened when she took in the entirety of your expression and she licked her lips sensually. “You're so sweet. Such a good girl.”

“Sweeter than wine."

And she drew you in again. 

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I have a sequel to this. Might post it if I feel like.

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

La Moldau

From Control - Full Story in Progress on AO3!

Ghost x Reader x Soap, previous Graves x Reader from last chapters Summary: It's your first real mission with 141. While Soap seems more than willing to accept you as part of the team, Ghost appears to feel the opposite. But you wouldn't be here if you weren't persistent.

Word Count: 3k Tags: Fluff, Flirting, Bickering, Teasing, Jealousy, Slow Burn, Innocent Flirting, Bratty/Flirty Reader

Part One | Two | Three Masterlist

A/N: More Ghost x Reader x Soap. I’m building it up more, really leaning into the slow burn. I was hoping to make Ghost x Reader feel more like a sarcastic bickering coworkers to slowly growing feelings (which will be later) kind of thing, and the Soap x Reader more innocent, as I think Soap in the new MW is a little bean. I also wanted to have tiny hints of Graves x Reader from past chapters (which more will come in later as well). I just want to feed everyone. Please enjoy~

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Chapter Four - La Moldau

The treeline disappears into the dark horizon, its foreground blending seamlessly with the star-painted sky. The sound of the helo's propellers whip violently above ground, as a sea of black trees stretch below. It speeds by like an ocean of dark wood and dirt. Endless. The moon looks larger this far into the East, even halved; uncharacteristically beautiful, given current events.

Helicopters rumble like dragons in the quiet air. Your helo tore through the night sky, roaring along with the twisting winds. You sit inside, strapped in with the other six men on this mission with you. Each sat silently, dressed completely in dark greys and blacks, clutching their rifles close to their chest.

A red bulb illuminates the interior. Reality feels far gone with its presence.

Your eyes jump back and forth between your boots and the metal ceiling above you, tapping your finger on your knee impatiently. The way the seats were arranged, you were sandwiched between two men, while three more sat adjacent to you. And as luck would have it, your new "battle buddy" sat directly in front of you, with legs so long they nearly met yours. Every time your eyes pass by, you’d see him looking straight in your direction. Whether that was because he had limited options to look somewhere else, or was merely choosing to look at you, was a question for the ages. 

At this point, you’ve just grown used to it.

"Approaching the LZ in five."

Right. You take a deep breath and straighten up in your seat. In a few short minutes you needed to flip the switch and go into survival mode, as things would soon become a matter of life or death. Your new charge for the next couple of hours. You were happy with only having to worry about not dying. It was surprisingly less stressful than having to think about everything else.

“Alright, we’re gettin’ close now,” Graves speaks to the group. He’d been notably quiet the entire flight. “Team Zulu, you’re out first. Once you offload, find a spot near the target location and sit tight ‘til you’ve got the signal from us to infiltrate the compound. You shouldn’t face any resistance on your route there, but if you do run into trouble, do what you must. Just leave no witnesses. That clear?”

“Clear,” Ghost says.

“Crystal, Commander,” you say.

“I’ll buy us all drinks once this is over,” Graves says. “Now, let’s get this done, yeah?”

You all let out an affirming cheer.

The helicopter sways left and right, pushing everyone deeper into their seats. You start to whistle a tune to yourself. A little song. You found it therapeutic to think of music before a mission; it helps you to focus your mind. You made sure not to be obnoxiously loud, using the rumble of the helo to mostly cover it. Concentrating on the rhythm of your jingle. Despite the noise, it seemed those next to you could still pick out the melody.

"What song is that?" Soap asked you suddenly. You'd almost forgot he was seated beside you, were it not for the fact you'd feel his large frame brush against you each time the helo took a sharp turn. Unintentionally bumping arms and thighs. Each time he did, you felt him awkwardly readjust himself, deliberately pretending that it hadn't happened. It was rather adorable. 

You turn to answer him, raising your voice over the loud roaring.

"It’s The Smiths."

"The what?" he asks again. 

You yell louder. "The Smiths!"

"The Smiths?"

"Yeah," you say. "Have you heard of them?"

"No."

"Really?" You sound pleasantly surprised. "I'll have to show you them after this."

Soap lifts a fist up for you to dap. "Deal."

You smile and dap him back.

You liked Soap, so far at least. He seemed to be the only man here open to conversing, besides Graves. Though even your commander didn’t talk much once the missions were underway. Not as much as Soap did. He seemed down for a good conversation regardless of the occasion, and that’s something you could see you two had in common already. You only thanked God you weren’t alone anymore.

Good thing the lights in here were red too. You didn't have an answer if any of them asked you why you'd started blushing after the Sergeant smiled at you. Though that hint of red left your cheeks when you’d caught Graves looking. 

The commander seemed less than interested in your conversation with the Task Force member, hiding it behind an empty expression. Though his eyes told on him. You give the man a reassuring smile, which only seems to make him look away, before you look down at your own lap.

Why did it feel weird all of a sudden to see him looking?

Soap suddenly looks to his lieutenant, who'd been silently listening in on your conversation from across the helo. He looks to the Sergeant with sunken eyes, already prepping for whatever it was the man had to say. 

"You ever heard of the Smiths, L.T.?"

"Who hasn't."

You can't help but gasp. "I'm surprised you listen to music, Ghost."

"I enjoy a good tune from time to time," he said plainly.

This was news. Yet, at the same time you could see it. Did he seem like someone who'd derive enjoyment from the more peaceful things life had to offer? Something told you he'd probably fancy something simple like window shopping, or day napping. Something in total contrast to his frightening nature. The mind wanders.

"Any songs in particular?"

"Quite a few."

"Like?"

"A lot."

Smartass. You could be too.

"I've never heard of them before," you say sarcastically. “Are they new?”

"A real up and comer," he says back, his sarcasm dry and deadpan.

"Fine, be that way," you say. "I'll get it out of you some day."

"Don't hold your breath."

"Don't tempt me, lieutenant."

Oh he knew how to push your buttons. He talked in circles, keeping you on the outs purposefully. Blatantly. It made it hard to get a read on him. Though you had plenty of time to work on things. You were a patient girl, and the man was like a big, beautiful jigsaw puzzle.

You suddenly hear whistling next to you. A familiar song. You look over and to your amusement, you see Soap has started to whistle himself now. You can't help but smile, feeling a girlish excitement bubble in you from the thought of him joining in.

You take a guess.

"Pink Floyd?"

Soap stops and grins. "Right you are."

You grin proudly.

"Now you see why I call her Songbird," Graves cuts in. You look at him to see a warm look in his eyes. Uncharacteristic, but welcome, all the same. A smile that you always loved to see on him. No matter the interactions, there wasn't a moment you weren’t aware of his presence. You reciprocate with a smile.

"Approaching the LZ.”

The helicopter lands in a small open patch within the middle of the woods, the grass swishing wildly against the wind of the propellers. The doors to the helo are let down, providing a ramp to the outside world. You see the trees surrounding you like soaring black walls. An unsettling feeling washes over you.

“Alright Team Zulu, you’re up!” Graves calls.

You stand, hugging your rifle to your chest as you make your way down the short aisle, Ghost following close behind. As you make your way off, you hear Graves call to the lieutenant suddenly.

“Keep her safe for me, will you?”

His words turn your attention back to him. Perhaps too obvious of a gesture, though when you look you find him already gazing your way, expression weighted with genuine solicitude. You haven’t seen that look before, yet deep down you shared it. That similar pang in each other’s stomachs. Uncertainty.

Ghost answers Graves, gruffly; you're not sure if he’s picked up on the undertones or if he’s simply just answering a question he’d been asked by his superior.

“She’s in good hands, Commander.”

Hearing Ghost say so was more comforting than you would have thought. Still, It felt strange not working alongside Graves.

“I’m a big girl, Commander,” you say to him. “There's nothing you need to worry about. Plus, you’ve got me all excited for those drinks later.”

“The offer still stands, Songbird.”

You give the commander a parting wave and step off the helo.

You two tread the tall grass, the wind from the propellers blowing loose bits from your bunned hair out in a swirl. Once Ghost steps off next to you, you switch on your night vision goggles. That green tint hits your vision, and you’re made well aware of the deep woods which stretch around you. The tall trees box you in like an empty room. You feel the helicopter pick itself up from the ground, riding away until it could no longer be heard. Its roaring noises were replaced by a heavy silence -- wind needling through the branches, owls hoo -- the natural ambience is restored.

This is where your mission truly begins.

“Let’s move.” Ghost signaled for you to follow him, as you traversed deeper into the woods. 

Without your night vision, it would be pitch black. Though even with them, the darkness of the woods still felt rather intimidating, to say the least. Neither one of you spoke a word, listening for whatever sounds you could hear on your route to the facility. So far the woods appeared empty, though that did little to comfort you. You kept your rifle tight in your hands, finger hovering over the trigger. Your breathing was tight and focused, your eyes wired on your surroundings. Even without any shooting, the adrenaline you felt right now was like nothing you could really describe or feel anywhere else.

You walked further in now. The destination didn’t seem any closer than it did three minutes ago, though right now the passage of time felt all but imaginary. You watch Ghost lead you forward, taking long steps so quiet that you’re sure you’d lose him out here if you didn’t keep him in your sights. The man really was a Ghost. He never looks back at you either, keeping his eyes forward, and gun ready to fire if needed. 

He was in his zone; there’d be no breaking him from that.

Not until he breaks it himself.

“Watch for cougars,” Ghost warned casually. The first thing he’s said to you since you’ve started walking. A wonderful new thing you needed to think about while you were out here. “They’re known to stalk," he says.

You say so sarcastically, “Thanks for the tip."

“It’s what I’m here for,” Ghost quipped.

“Oh,” you tease. "I thought they only had you out here for eye candy.”

"In this case it’s both.”

It’s the fact that he says the things with such a lack of expression that really speaks to you.

The trees begin to part way, until you two approach a tall cliffside overlooking a few more miles of woods. Centered in the middle was a large compound, completely fenced with three separate gates. The lights from the buildings below shine like a beacon in the dark. Once near the edge, you both use the scopes on your rifles to take a closer look at what you’re dealing with on the ground level.

Two guards watch the East gate into the compound. No patrols, no heavy vehicles. Scarce amounts of men walk the perimeter, though the few that do are well armed. Those closer to the buildings don’t linger, either quickly exiting or entering the buildings. Eventually your scope stops on a one story building towards the center of the compound. Composed with concrete, it has all sorts of wires and power boxes littering the walls, including a small satellite dish stuck out atop the roof.

“I’ve got eyes on Site Delta,” you say to Ghost.

Ghost keeps his eyes on the compound, reaching for his comms. “Shadow-1 this is Ghost. How copy?”

“This is Shadow-1, I read you,” Graves says over the mics.

“We’ve reached the East end of the compound, we're standing by on a nearby cliffside. Got a pretty good view of the place.”

“How’s it looking?” the commander asks.

“They’re down to a skeleton crew,” the lieutenant answers. “Any more men are inside the buildings.”

“Copy that, L.T. We’re about four clicks from our dropoff area. Stand-by for now ‘til we give word for you to move in. Expect a signal in fifteen minutes sharp.”

“The signal better be loud,” you joke into the mic. You couldn’t help it.

“You know how I like it, Songbird.”

You most certainly did.

“Rog’,” the lieutenant cuts in. “Out here.”

The comms shut off, and the silence is brought to the forefront once more. The two of you take post on the ridge of the cliffside, lying beside a long rock which made for good cover. Ghost took position next to you, though he kept a notable amount of space between you two. Both your rifles rest on the rock, continuing to keep watch on the compound below.

You observed the compound curiously, taking multiple mental notes. The longer you watch the place, the more you start to think there might not be anything down there. Too few guards. Unless they were really good at keeping a low profile, it just didn’t make sense to have so little men guarding the place if they had anything worth a damn in there. 

“What do you think we’ll find down there?” you ask.

Ghost takes a second to respond. “Intel.”

You’re not sure what you expected.

"Intel on what though."

"That's what we're here to find out," he said bluntly. "Have you forgotten the briefing already?"

At this point he was being this way on purpose. You don't reply. Only for a second. Before another question pulls out of you. It’s a dumb question, but you’ve got time to burn, and you found the lieutenant fun to poke at.

“You think we’re alone out here?” 

“Do you always ask so many questions?”

“Do you always not answer them?”

“Only yours.”

“So that one you answer.”

“You catch on quick.”

You pout to yourself, thankful that he was too busy looking through his scope to see you acting rather childishly. It's become instinctive. 

Sometimes it felt all you could be was playful and teasing. You've seen the power in playing the flirt. In that role, there's control. Any other and you risked being walked all over, taken advantage of, or simply ignored. You wouldn’t be here if you were meek, and no one recognized you outside of your delicately crafted façade. Playing the extravert meant others grew used to you this way. 

And when people get comfortable, they make mistakes. Pieces slip out. 

SNAP!

A twig somewhere a few yards into the surrounding woods breaks. You and Ghost both instinctively turn to the source of the sound, aiming your rifles. Neither speak, becoming one with your environment, as you both listen closely. Leaves blow in the wind, distant sounds from the compound behind you continue. The seconds creep by and not another sound is heard.

“We may have found an answer to one of your questions, lieutenant,” Ghost said suddenly.

“Let’s hope it’s not a cougar,” you say.

“Agreed.”

Some levity returned between you. You lower your rifle, turning your attention back to the compound once you’ve deducted that nothing is coming. You don’t look, but you hear Ghost do the same, listening to his rifle settle against the cold rock, as he sighs to himself.

It isn't until you take a glance up when you notice the sky once more. You’re taken away by it. From the cliffside, the stars shine at their brightest, visible without all the tall tree branches obstructing your view. The tiny white specks above you shine like spilt glitter. The air is cool this high above, clear, sifting through your lungs as smooth as a cold glass of water.

You look above yourself in awe. Who’s to say when you’ll see something like this again.

“It’s quite beautiful out tonight,” you say.

“Good for a walk.”

"Mm," you sigh. “You like going on walks, lieutenant?”

Ghost is quiet. 

Maybe you do ask a lot of questions. Embarrassment washes over you suddenly, and you let your mind run for a second, as you let the first thought that surfaces leave your mouth. “I'm sorry.”

More seconds of silence pass, and you’re prepared to brush this under the rug. But then you hear Ghost speak.

“Walks can be nice. On occasion.”

You’re not sure why he replied to you. Maybe he felt bad. But he did answer your question this time. You look over to him, seeing his profile, white mask glinting in the moonlight. He’s as still as a statue and as cold as winter, but you knew if you spoke now he was indeed listening.

That was a good sign.

“Canary, this is Shadow-1, do you copy?”

Right on cue.

“Shadow-1, this is Canary. I read you.”

“We’ve landed at the LZ. Preparing to launch the signal. Be ready.”

“Copy that.”

You two look through your scopes back down at the compound, waiting for this supposed signal. They’d only said it would be a distraction in the briefing room, though you were reluctant to see what that distraction would be.

"Time to prove your worth, Canary."

Ghost's voice came out of nowhere. You look over to him, seeing the man continuing to keep his eyes forward, acting like he hadn't just said that to you. You make sure to scoff loud enough for him to hear.

"Try and keep up, lieutenant."

"Should be easy enough."

This guy.

"You don't like me much, do you Ghost?"

"I don't dislike you."

So he was feeling your banter. You can't help but smirk to yourself, when you’re eyes are suddenly pulled away by a distant flash.

BOOM!

Right then, you see a small explosion near the front of the compound.

The signal.

...Chapter Five Here!

[spearxwind]

Hi Alex! I was wondering, since there's leviathans of all fuck off sizes, are there other species in this world? Like Wyverns that can fly above and swan dive to say hi to their leviathan buds?

Hiya! There arent any dragons if that is what youre asking, nor any other massive species.

Besides the leviathans and all the regular sealife, fauna in CD is mostly avian (primarily seafaring birds and jungle fowl on the islands)

There are some bigger birds around but they are nowhere near as big as the leviathans are. I think the max size for birds would roughly be around cutter class sized (the smallest leviathan class), and those DO dive for fish like ospreys, though leviathans might chomp at them if they get too close (the same would happen with wyverns too)

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As a note, there's a non-lore adjacent reason for it too, it's that I do not want the focus to shift away from the ocean and the leviathans. If I made giant flying things there would have to be logistics around that and I would not want them to interfere with what I already have.

Though now that I'm thinking about it, it could be really swag to have hunters who ride on big birds (I am immensely biased), though as much as I like it idk if I can make it work without pulling too much focus from the CD vibe haha

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

7 8 10

Ahhh the joys of reblogging multiple ask games with numbered questions within a day and not being able to tell which one is the current subject <3 (this just means you're getting the answers to six questions instead of three! Plus I'm bored and I don't mind lol)

7. Share a line or paragraph that you don't think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don't hoard cut sentences and paragraphs like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

Prefacing this by saying I know that Jake is implicitly an only child in canon. Counter argument, shut up /j oldest child syndrome made worse by absent parents. My defense:

Alana kept her voice as level as she could, despite her frustration. "Can you be an adult for just a couple minutes, please?"

A fist hit the table. "I've had to be the adult since I was thirteen!"

Alana startled at the harsh constriction in Jake's voice, his once casual and flippant demeanor turning so fast that it just about gave her whiplash.

A mirthless laugh choked Jake as he threw a hand out. "Criminal parents fucking off to who knows where all the time meant that someone needed to grow up! Someone needed to be responsible and make sure that the kids were happy and safe! And sometimes-"

His voice wavered, breath shaking as he looked off at the wall instead of at Alana.

"Maybe sometimes I just wanna be a kid. Get excited about Kiddie Land. Go down a Giant Slide. Just," he gave a hopeless shrug, "pretend things aren't so fucked up, at least for a little while. Long enough to not... burn out on being the adult, right when I really need to be."

—Tales From the Lagniappe

This is really rough atm but hopefully it gets the point across dbdjebdh

8. Is there a story idea that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you'll ever write yourself?

Halo au would be fun. I say, as if I have a real Story in mind for it besides a couple scenes and Vibes lmao. I have so many Concept stories that I just never actually touch in any meaningful way, hell it's a miracle if I ever doodle anything for them.

10. If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen by any human eyes (or at least your own), which trope would that be?

The simple fact that I don't know by virtue of not reading super often goes to show that I don't feel strong negative emotions about any particular trope (and that im not adventurous lmao /hj.) Anything can be executed beautifully or terribly.

I once criticized coffee shop and adjacent aus for being nothing burgers by (generally, i can think of at least one exception) ending after character A gives B their number, but like? I don't have enough vitriol to cast such aus into the ocean lol, they can stay

7. A fic of yours you think is underrated?

Besides my 4 year old coping-with-quarantine project that spiraled into almost 330k words of length and became So Personal, probably Joyride. I blame its lack of attention on the fact that I just shat out a one-sentence summary and assumed that would be enough for those that had already read Weakness lol (hi becca)

8. What's the best summary you've come up with?

The fact that the L2C summary was so long that it wouldn't fit into ao3's character limit (but that it wasn't long enough/was too summarizey to be its own chapter or part of the prologue) and had to be broken into the summary and beginning notes goes to show how much I cared about making it Perfect™️ lol

10. Do you read your own fics for fun?

Not super often but yeah! Usually as a post-upload riding the high ya know? Swallow Up Your Heart of Gold actually keeps popping into my brain and I gotta get a hit of that sweet sweet hurt/comfort <3

In fact I would often reread rps that a friend and I did so get that same hit

I'm lonely and touch starved I bet you couldn't tell

[starwritesficsandstuff]

To keep up with your Epithet Erased hype, what is your favorite cartoon or anime to crossover with EE?

Kids Next Door for certain! I don't update the crossover fic for it anymore (that's not to say I don't still have a plan for it; I still chip away at the next chapter every once in a while), but I still think about it constantly. It's hard for me to think of one without thinking of the other tbh. I hope I get the burst of inspo/motivation to finish it someday, since I have some fun epithet ideas for Fanny and Chad, as well as a planned epiphany for a character. I also just really enjoyed exploring the friendships between Molly and Kuki and Abigail, Trixie and Wally, and Pheonica and Harvey. If I ever finish it, it would also explore friendships between Giovanni and Kuki and Wally, and Sylvie and Chad. There was even going to be a friendship-adjacent scene between Molly and the Delightful Children having a 'bonding over having a bad dad' moment. Heck, I had big plans for the TND/AND b-plot that was steadily building with Trixie and her older brother Xerxes. Just in general, I think Kids Next Door makes for a great crossover, especially if you enjoy Neo Trio content. And all that is without getting into villain team-ups, like my crossover fic's Zora and Father duo, and Lorelai, Cree, and Chad working together (albeit, Lorelai had motivations besides actually wanting in with the teens that was going to be revealed later on). As more villains are shown throughout EE, the list of villain team-ups would only get longer.

Besides that, just to bring up something new, I've been watching a lot of Villainous lately since we finally got the US release a few days ago (I didn't realize how far behind I was in terms of supplementary material!). Its hard not to think of how the Banzai Blasters and Giovanni and his minions would fit into that universe, especially since I figure that a LOT of villains in that universe would be very unappreciative of Giovanni's philosophy of losing as a bad guy to make the heroes happier. I'd love to explore how Bliss Ocean would fit into that kind of universe as well. I figure that Bliss Ocean would cause a lot of divide among both heroes and villains due to their end goal (Which hasn't been revealed in Epithet yet apparently? I kinda forgot they're more mysterious now than they were in the OG campaigns). If you know, you know. I can see the Bliss Ocean situation being something that either brings villains and heroes together or puts an even bigger strain between them. Probably at an individual level between arch rivals and such. And honestly, with the team's whole deal, I'd say that by Epithet universe rules, Flug and Dem would be mundies (and obviously 505 is a bear so he couldn't be inscribed either), meanwhile most heroes would be inscribed to get their powers. That would mean that the most feared villain organization/team in the world would consist of mundies, and that feels very funny to me.

[firstaidspray]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 22

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 22!!

22- Write about a member of your ship giving the other a special gift. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 717

Rating: Everyone

CW: None

Weekends off– no, shared weekends off, are the most sacred and important kinds of days off. How rare it is for House to let Chase off the hook for more than an hour, let alone the same time Reverie isn't stuck in the OR– it's a time to celebrate. And often, that celebration is going down to the shore to surf, swim, and beachcomb to their hearts’ content.

They arrive back home with sand still finding its way out of their bags, their clothes, hell, even their bodies despite several showers. With skin just a few shades warmer than before, up to a point, thanks to whatever wetsuit or swimwear they chose. With bags full of new ocean treasures, from shells to bones to beach glass.

One particular item, though, Chase has found and kept hidden from Reverie. Which is difficult, considering she digs around in all the bags to make sure they have everything before coming back home. And this item is difficult to conceal, considering its fragility and importance, so Chase has had to keep it basically on his person at all times to keep Reverie from finding it.

The afternoon they return home from the shore, and everything is put away in the house, Reverie throws herself onto the couch and sighs. Chase can tell she's exhausted from the trip and the unpacking, and since she's in a relaxed state, now might be the time to give her that special item.

“Hey, Rev,” Chase calls to her, his voice having an air of importance to it. “There's something I want to show you.”

Reverie turns over her shoulder and watches as he digs in the camera bag. “Oh, Christ, is it a picture of me eating shit on that really small wave? Did you photograph that? Because I do not want to see that. It was embarrassing enough as it is.”

Chase shakes his head and laughs. “No, it's something else. A gift.”

She raises her eyebrows. “A gift?”

“Yep,” he says, trying to keep the thing he speaks of hidden in his hands. “A gift from the ocean.”

Reverie's heart speeds up. “Oh God, what did you find?”

He kneels beside the couch next to her and opens up his hands like a clam shell, revealing what's inside. Reverie gasps and smiles, laughing in disbelief.

“Ta-da,” he says playfully, moving his hand closer to Reverie.

“Holy shit, Chase! You really found this?!”

In his hands is a small, black item, no longer than six inches. It looks like some kind of pouch with horns on the top and bottom, and that's because it is– it's a mermaid's purse.

“I can't believe you found a fucking mermaid's purse!” Reverie cheers, poking at the leathery little sea trinket. “The size, the shape…it's gotta be a small skate egg case. When and where did you find this?”

Chase smirks. “Funny enough, I found it when you ate shit on that small wave. That wave washed it ashore. I knew you've always wanted one, so I grabbed it as fast as I could and I've hidden it all weekend so I could give it to you as a present.”

Reverie takes the mermaid's purse into her own, considerably smaller hands, and admires it with sparkles in her eyes and a huge smile. “This has got to be like, the coolest thing I've ever gotten to hold. And I've held a human heart!”

“I'm glad you like it,” Chase replies with a smile. “Took a lot of effort to keep it hidden. I'm just glad you thought I took an embarrassing picture of you and refused to touch the camera all weekend.”

She laughs. “I'm glad, too. You know where this goes, right?”

“Yep.”

“The shelf of honor,” they say simultaneously.

The shelf of honor is a special shelf in their bedroom, just adjacent to the nightstand but high up on the wall. It contains several oddities and specialties from both parties’ beachcombing adventures, and the mermaid's purse fits right in next to a heart shaped shell Reverie found right after telling Chase she loves him.

“Thank you so much,” Reverie says before giving Chase a kiss on the cheek. “It's the coolest thing on the shelf, innit?”

Chase nods. “I think so. I really do think so.”

[mintmoth]

Hi it’s me overblot Kalim anon back again

Firstly I’m so glad you like my idea and honestly you put what I was thinking about the meaning behind his overblot into words 100% accurately

Secondly I wanna share my final additions to add some extra angst:

1. Yknow how MC/Yuu has been getting more and more sarcastic with each new overblot? Yea that would not be the case with kalim. Resident sunshine boy of the school suddenly snapped? MC/Yuu wouldn’t even have anything to say they’d be shocked

2. Oasis Maker causing rain can tie into this perfectly, cause obviously emotions are high right? That’s how overblots work. So imagine just him overblotting and causing the once sunny skies of Scarabia to turn into dark clouds raining down on the dorm with no end in sight. This would also perfectly reflect his current mental state

3. Jamils reaction: obviously he’d probably worry about what would happen if his parents and Kalims parents found out that he overblotted. But I can’t help but wonder what he would think about besides that. Would he be worried for Kalim deep down? Annoyed? Regretful? It honestly depends how much of a relationship was created between the two before this hypothetical overblot happened and that in it of itself opens a whole can of angsty worms

Man twst really went “no one is mentally well here” and proved it in 100 different ways huh. Someone give these boys a hug and a certified therapist that isn’t MC/Yuu

Kicks in the door because boy we are all crying tonight but YEAH

Honestly the overblots all make a lot of sense as they come, with Jamil's being more surprising of the main cast, Riddle was actively being borderline tyrannical and aggressive, Leona is also openly aggressive and was ultimately behind a lot of people getting injured, Azul was openly behind all the giant bullshit of conning like half the student body, we haven't gotten to Vil yet but he's openly in the spotlight and hostile towards others- like MILD SPOILERS but in book 6 Idia comments that the ones who have overblotted are all Known Problem Students (save for Jamil, who's mastered the art of keeping his head down and blending into the background in order to be unnoticed, hence why his overblot would be a surprise to anyone who wasn't the MC actively witnessing him being shady as fuck)

So it's basically yes, been a track record of very plainly obvious problem students who clearly have issues, so for Kalim to be someone who overblots?? That would be so genuinely alarming for everyone involved to hear, to learn that someone who is basically sunshine personified was so wholely consumed by the negativity within himself that he's endangering himself? Honestly the most joke adjacent comments I could see would be something along the lines of "man we told him that him being so happy go lucky was annoying but we didn't mean it like this"

Also YES I HAD THAT THOUGHT like Kalim was able to easily create an entire river like, what better way to drive others away when you're at your breaking point than a terrible storm. Let everyone stay safe inside out of the rain while he waits within the worst parts of it as he essentially drowns within himself. How easy it would be to cry a personal ocean, after all

Though of course it would just make him more upset to see that people have come after him because no, he never wanted anyone to endanger themselves for his sake, he never wanted any of them to dare to brave the storm he wrought

Though as far as Jamil goes I think he would be terrified. He does really care about Kalim deep down, and we can see this with how worried he gets when Kalim is in danger. There is hostility and resentment that has seeped into and uprooted their friendship, but you can tell they once really were friends. They were children who played together and laughed together and who even now do have care laced within the rubble they stand upon. Jamil might make a rude comment to the rest of the cast or act annoyed, but he's not overblotted and acting out during a massive breakdown (the only time he's openly endangered Kalim). He doesn't want Kalim to die, hostilities or not, and I think he wouldn't be motivated based on fear of his family or Kalim's own finding out but rather just, that's his childhood friend, regardless of how they feel now, and he does not want him to die

This is more me doing some wild speculation here but HEY as long as you get what I'm saying lmao

[silver-tongued-bby]

Discretion

Pairing: Dom!CEO!Loki x Reader

Summary: After dropping out of grad school and moving back home you expected very little of your summer. That is until you realise your neighbour, Mr. Laufeyson, has other plans. Set in the mid 90s!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dom!Loki fic - though it's not super bd/sm heavy, it explores themes of voyeurism, dub!con spanking, humiliation and degradation. Sexual acts are described including vaginal fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving) and sexual intercourse (f/m). Smoking is also described. Please read at your own discretion (hehe see what I did there?).

Words: 5,026

Author's Note: I'm excited to say that this is my first ever submission for a challenge! Specifically it's for @boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge.

I chose prompt 12 (Home for the Summer) and a slightly edited version of quote 17 ("If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me sweetheart darling.") then for kinks I chose voyeurism/exhibitionism and degradation though there's a sprinkling of praise kink in there too.

Not sure why when I think of summer I think of mid 90s summers but here we are. This kinda went places I didn't expect, nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

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God you were bored.

Stretching out on the lounge chair you sighed, letting your shoulders droop with the long exhale.

“Oh honey, you can’t keep sitting out here in the sun.” Your eyes rolled behind your dark sunglasses, turning towards your stepmother as she came down the stairs from the deck of the house.

“It’ll give you wrinkles dear,” she was standing beside you now, hands on her hips as she stared down at you. She was wearing that ridiculous hat again- the one with the brim as wide as she was tall.

“Carla, darling, we can’t all hide away from life in hopes to look as good as you do.” You lazily gazed at her, sitting up to find your pack of cigarettes on the side table. Taking one out you brought it to your mouth and lit it with your gold plated zippo. You took a long inhale before exhaling right in her face, “when I tell people you’re 53 they can hardly believe it.” Her eyes widened- you’d found her drivers license months ago and held the knowledge of her true age over her since then. You continued, ”my compliments to your doctors. Oh and Botox, kudos to Botox.”

Her little hands formed fists, fake nails pressing tiny neon-pink crescents into her palm.

You laughed, lounging back in the chair as you leisurely took drags off your cigarette. Smiling to yourself as you counted- three, two, one, before Carla shrieked and turned.

“Arthur! Arthur!” She screeched, running back up the stairs to tell your father.

You were a little less bored now, but making Carla’s face turn red could only give you so much satisfaction. You knew your father could care less, they were both about to leave for the Côte D’Azur tomorrow for the rest of the summer, leaving you here alone to “consider the consequences of your actions.” Or however your father had put you dropping out of school after one year of graduate studies in Classics.

He couldn’t help himself from belittling your degree while you were studying, then once you’d decided it wasn’t for you his lectures changed to be about “never giving up” and “seeing something through.” You both knew he simply didn’t want you around- he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Now those will definitely give you wrinkles,” you heard a smooth, silky voice coming from behind you that made your heart race. Smiling, you swung your legs over the side of your chair, taking off your sunglasses and snuffing out your cigarette.

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you started, eyeing the lithe figure as he emerged from the shadows. He held his hands in his pockets, his crisp black trousers fit perfectly to his frame. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the pale skin of his toned forearms. You were well aware of the small scraps of white fabric covering your body, and you enjoyed watching his eyes trace over your skin. You’d lusted after him ever since your father had moved here during your first year of college. You’d met him at one of Carla’s Christmas parties- she invited everyone from the gated community over, including your neighbour, Loki Laufeyson.

“I’m so sorry if my stepmother’s incessant shrieking ruined your afternoon,” you grimaced, taking a sip of the ice cold vodka soda beside you. “Is there anything I can do to remedy the situation?” you asked, your eyes innocently meeting his.

He chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already thought of something,” he said under his breath loud enough for you to just make out. He strolled towards you and took a seat on the lounge chair beside yours. “I’m actually here to see your Father. He’s asked me to check in on things here while him and Carla are away.”

You rolled your eyes- of course he did. You caught Mr. Laufeyson staring at you as you did that, his expression darkening slightly and his eyebrow raising before he continued. “I am surprised to see you here- last I’d heard you were studying in Europe. Graduate studies in Classics, right?”

“Yeah. It didn’t exactly pan out.” You looked down, cursing yourself for feeling your face grow hot. The last thing you needed was your gorgeous neighbour feeling sorry for you.

“Laufeyson you bastard, you’re late!” Your Father was coming down the stairs, jovial with his greeting.

Loki got up from his seat to meet your father. “Arthur,” he said, shaking his hand. “My apologies, I got held up at the office. It’s been insanity since the new acquisition.”

You tuned out the rest of the business jargon and settled back into your seat, facing the other way. You put your sunglasses back on, wincing once your heard Carla’s shrill voice coming from above.

“Is that Loki Laufeyson? Oh it’s been ages!” she gushed.

“I suppose it has.” You could tell she’d pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on either cheek. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the clear discomfort in his voice.

“So I can trust you to keep an eye on the place?” your father chimed in.

“Certainly, although it seems your daughter is perfectly capable of doing so herself.” Mr. Laufeyson rightfully pointed out. You raised an eyebrow, wishing you could see the expression on your dear dad’s face from your position. Mr. Laufeyson was probably the only person in this community that could and would tell your Father that- his annual appearance in Forbes certainly cemented the position.

“You never know with kids, Laufeyson. No matter how old they get you can’t trust them to carry through with something. Just wait until you have one of your own- then you’ll know what I’m talking about." He laughed loudly. You scoffed. Fucking asshole.

“I see. I’ll keep an eye out then.” Mr. Laufeyson said cooly.

“Right well feel free to pop by anytime, we leave tomorrow morning. Here’s the number of my cellular telephone- I always have it on me you know.” Your father was obsessed with his clunky mass of plastic- he brought it everywhere he went, mostly to brag about it to strangers or talk obnoxiously on it to avoid conversations with you or Carla.

“He really does. Even in the bedroom!” Carla giggled, causing you to shudder in disgust.

“Of course, well I should be on my way.” He stepped back over to you. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you around. Here’s my information,” he placed a thick, black and white business card onto the small table beside you. “In case of emergency.”

You pulled your sunglasses down your nose and slid your eyes up his body, biting your lip as you met his stare. “I’ll be sure to remember. See you around, Mr. Laufeyson.”

He considered you for a moment and you thought he was about to say something else before he nodded and turned, heading for the gate.

You settled back in your seat and nestled the headphones of your discman over your ears. You pressed the play button, the beat of Mariah Carey’s “Fantasy” drowning out whatever Carla and your father were arguing about once their guest had left.

...

It was much later that evening that you finally slipped from your room to find some dinner. The house was dark- you knew your father and Carla had an early flight. Grabbing a wrapped plate from the fridge that the housekeeper had left you you headed to the back deck to eat. You kept the lights off as you watched the dim foamy white of the ocean’s waves hitting the rocks below, finding peace in the sound.

Finishing your meal you were about to head inside when you saw a light come on out of the corner of your eye. From where you were sitting you could see into a room on the top floor of Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Interesting- you’d never seen into this room before, the windows that faced your father’s house were usually shuttered. You laid back and lit a cigarette, choking on the inhale when you saw Mr. Laufeyson emerge, shirtless, his eyes dark and hungry. He was pulling a woman behind him, a blonde, her shirt unbuttoned to expose a lacy red bra. Once he stood at the edge of the bed he turned around to kiss her, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra. Undoing it, he pulled away to slide it down her arms before turning her around and unzipping her skirt, leaving her in just a high waisted red lace thong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of you. He flung her on the bed- from your position you could see it all as if it were happening in a room adjacent to yours. Climbing over her he dipped his head to capture her lips once more as he ground against her. Your legs clenched together as you continued to smoke your cigarette, the combined effect of the nicotine and the scene in front of you making your head spin.

His hand trailed down to the red lace covering her heat as he continued to kiss and grind against her. Slipping his fingers in you found you were doing the same to yourself, feeling the hot wet of your arousal. He had pulled away from her now, watching her face intently as her back arched up off of the mattress, her hands clutching his toned arms. He was saying something to her, his eyes going from her face to her heaving breasts as he continued to work his hand inside of her. A flush was blooming on her chest, her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together. You were moving your hand in time with his, your arousal coating your fingers. His movements became faster as he continued to speak to her, smiling menacingly before her back arched fully off the bed, her hands grasping at him. Withdrawing from the dampened red lace his fingers glistened in the light, wet from her release.

He easily picked her up off the bed, carrying her to the window sill. He roughly pulled her panties down before he undid his trousers then lined himself up at her entrance. He pressed into her, her back flat against the glass and his face visible beside the back of her head, his eyes closed. You imagined how it’d feel, the cool glass against your back, his warm hand firmly gripping your thigh, his strong arms holding your legs open as he fucked you. He began to move inside of her then his eyes opened, staring straight at you in the darkness. Your heart beat faster as you felt yourself blush- surely he couldn’t see you out here, you were shrouded in the dark. You could barely see the outline of your hand as you brought it to your face for another puff. You froze- the cigarette.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, quickly removing your hand from its position and shakily putting out the cigarette on your dinner plate. Sliding your chair out quietly you chanced one last look towards the window- he was smirking in your direction as he continued to move against the blonde. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you backed away towards the porch door. You could swear his eyes didn’t leave you once and it sent shudders through you. You made your way back to your room and lay awake for hours, each time you closed your eyes you saw his piercing blue-green stare and filthy smirk.

You must have drifted off at some point since you eventually awoke to silence- an anomaly. You’d usually wake to Carla’s screeching laugh as she spoke on the phone to her friends, or she’d send the housekeeper Marie to wake you. You checked the clock beside you- 9AM. Carla and your father were long gone by now.

You smiled at that, stretching lazily before cranking the radio and dancing around your room as you got ready, the sunlight beaming in through your window. Making your way to the main kitchen you froze, last night coming back to you. The way Mr. Laufeyson had looked out at you as if he were expecting you to be there. Did he leave the blinds open on purpose? You shook your head, no way he’d be that forward. Sure he flirted with you every now and then, but nothing beyond that. You pushed the thought from your mind for the rest of the day.

...

A week passed quickly, you spent a lot of time with your friends, going shopping, to the beach, or local restaurants. You didn’t spend much time around the house so you hadn’t seen Mr. Laufeyson since the “incident”. On Friday you met up with some friends midday and got a ride to one of their parents’ beach houses. You spent the day there, drinking and laughing as you enjoyed the sun. Your friends dropped you back off at your place at around 7pm, you were pleasantly buzzed but looking forward to a quiet night in.

It was so hot outside you decided to take a dip in the pool. Cranking the radio in the backyard you decided to skinny dip- no one was home anyways. You sighed as your heated skin met the water, cooling instantly. You did a few laps before lazily swimming a backstroke and humming the music on the radio when you saw something coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Standing upright you saw Mr. Laufeyson walking towards you from the door to the backyard, a smirk playing at his lips. Your heart started beating quickly as you realised the position you were in, remembering his hungry stare from last week. You swam over to the side of the pool to meet him.

“Hi,” he smiled, looking down at you.

You bit your lip and innocently looked up at him. “Hello, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No worries. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Laufeyson?” you asked, noticing his eyes taking in your body under the water. He definitely knew you were naked. Your thighs clenched together at the thought.

“I was coming to see you about something that happened last week that had me… concerned. I thought I saw someone out on the balcony, late at night. Was that you?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, your heartbeat picking up to a mile a minute. “What day was this?”

“Last week Friday.” His face was serious as he strolled over to a pool chair, pulling it closer to the side and taking a seat.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone was out there then.” The words came out a lot quicker than you’d meant. You were usually pretty good at lying but something in his voice made you want to tell him the truth, to please him.

He tsked. “I’ve seen you lie better than that. Try again darling.” He sounded bored as he reached for your pack of cigarettes on the side table. He raised an eyebrow in question as he drew out a cigarette. You nodded, nervously biting your lip as he lit it and crossed his legs, leisurely smoking while he stared you down.

“No words, little one?” he teased, smirking down at you. “Did you at least enjoy the show?”

You huffed- this was humiliating. How dare he? You found anger quickly overtaking your initial shock and embarrassment as you made your way to the pool stairs and got out. You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled when the smirk slid off his face at the sight of your naked, wet body. Two can play this game. Walking over to him you grabbed a towel off the chair and wrapped it around yourself.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here,” you grabbed the cigarette from between his long, muscular fingers and took a long drag. “But I didn’t see you last Friday night. And I definitely didn’t see you fucking that blonde-” your eyes widened at your own confession.

He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, looking down at you once more. You backed up a step, feeling the lounge chair behind you.

“Drop the towel,” he growled, the hungry look in his eyes fully directed at you this time.

“Listen-“ you started to explain yourself.

“Drop. The. Towel.” He enunciated each word with his crisp accent and perfect voice.

“I knew it- I knew you wanted to fuck me.” You smirked at him triumphantly as you took another drag.

“If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me darling,” he threatened, stepping closer.

“Oh really?” You laughed, taunting him. “And what are you going to do, Mr. Laufeyson?” You blinked innocently at him, enjoying the way the muscles in his jaw clenched.

Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, firmly but not painfully as he brought his face inches from yours, your eyes locked.

“You fucking brat.” He roughly pulled the towel down, exposing your body to the warm air. He pinched the cigarette from your fingers, extinguishing it under his shoe on the concrete. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners, aren’t I?”

Before you could answer he spun you both around and sat on the lounge chair then pulled you over his lap, angling you so your top half rested on the chair, your hips over his. One hand firmly held your lower back in place, the other smoothed over the skin of your ass and you squirmed. His hand came down to spank you, hard. “First lesson- don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” You whined, your face burning.

His hand came down again in the same spot, causing you to hiss and grip the plastic of the chair in one hand and his thigh in the other. “Second lesson- always answer me.”

You were humiliated but you found yourself growing even more wet with each spank. First there was the pain, then a wave of pleasure that intensified when he smoothed his hand over the skin he’d hit.

He gave you another slap, “what did I just say?” He growled, his hand roughly gripping the skin this time.

“T-to always answer you.” Your voice was small as you stuttered, overwhelmed by the way he was making you feel.

“Good girl.” You'd felt a tiny swell of pride at that. “I’m going to spank you three more times. Count them for me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, worried if you didn’t answer he’d add more to the list. His hand came down on your other cheek, hard and fast.

“One,” you counted, taking a deep breath. Before you could forcibly relax your tense muscles his hand had struck your cheek once more, causing you to hiss.

Your finger tips were pressing into his thigh as you let out a breath, the sharp pain receding. “Two,” you licked your lips and tensed in anticipation of the third and final slap.

After a few seconds you relaxed then turned to catch his eye- he was darkly observing you with his jaw clenched. Suddenly he hit the skin once more, this time the hardest, causing you to cry out.

You composed yourself with a quick breath. “Three.”

“Well done, darling.” He was gently running over the sore skin with his large hands. You could feel his erection under you.

“I wish you could see how lovely you looked on my lap, taking your spanking so well.” He dipped his hand between your legs. You sucked in a breath when you felt his fingers brush along your wet slit causing you to writhe on his lap.

“My poor, little thing. You’re dripping,” his voice was pure sin as he brought his glistening fingers up to your face.

He shifted, his strong grip helping you off his lap so you stood before him on shaky legs. You bit your lip, face growing hot as suddenly became fascinated with your fingers, twisting them painfully.

He stood then, and brought his finger under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He wore a satisfied expression, a slight grin at his lips as he took in your naked form.

“Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson darling?” He asked, his eyes mocking yours.

You quickly nodded, feeling fully exposed in front of his fully clothed form.

He licked his lips. “Do you want to go upstairs so I can fuck you?”

Your cheeks burnt as you nodded quickly again.

“Answer me darling,” he dropped his hand from your chin.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

A slow, filthy grin spread across his face. “Lead the way,” he motioned towards the stairs.

You bent to reach for your towel on the ground. “Ah, ah, no need for that darling.” His words stopped you. You shivered as you stood back up, another wave of heat pulsing through your core.

You tentatively walked up the steep stairs and he followed closely behind. You could feel his gaze on you with each step.

Once up on the patio you looked back at him, his eyes dark with hunger. You gave him a shy smile before leading him inside. You stopped- should you bring him to your bedroom?

Before you could finish your thought he slid up behind you, his hands coming to grip your waist. “Where shall I take you, darling?” He whispered in your ear, his breath making you shiver.

He let go of your waist to circle you, stopping before you. “Do you want me to ruin you on that god awful couch?” He looked over his shoulder to the gaudy floral couch Carla had ordered special from Italy. She wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t company sit on it in fear of stains.

You smiled at the idea of ruining the couch with Mr. Laufeyson, knowing Carla would lose her mind- even more so if she found out how it got there. “Yes please.”

He pulled you towards it then gently guided you to sit at the edge of it, angling you so you were in one corner. His hands splayed over the skin of your legs, gently pushing them apart. The feeling of the cool air of the house on your slit gave you goosebumps.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he knelt between your legs before he turned to press a kiss to your thigh close to your knee. He then bit the skin there, earning a sharp inhale from you before he soothed it with his warm tongue.

“Tell me, darling. Did you touch yourself? Did you play with yourself as you watched me?” His velvety voice sent an involuntary shudder through you, his eyes capturing yours.

He nipped at your thigh with his teeth, marring the skin. You yelped then swallowed. “Yes! Yes, I did.”

“Good girl.” He moved to repeat his actions further up the inside of your thigh while he gently ran his fingers up and down your other thigh.

You were trembling while you watched him, each bite a little harder than the last as he got closer to your wet core. His eyes met yours once more then he blew a stream of cold air over your slit, causing you to gasp sharply. He smirked before letting his lips barely graze over your clit, your hips moving slightly before he brought his arm down over them to hold you in place.

He ever so gently pressed a kiss to your clit before gently running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from you. You could feel your wetness dripping down onto the couch below as he continued to delicately tease you.

“You taste divine, darling. Better than I’d imagined.” You whined at his words- the idea of him alone, picturing what your cunt tasted like brought you to the edge of an orgasm.

He smiled wickedly up at you. “So close already? Poor thing.” Bringing one long finger to your slit he gathered some wetness before pushing it fully within you, forcing a loud moan through your lips.

“It’s okay darling, let go. Give into me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better,” he hummed against your clit before tenderly sucking on it. He bent his finger within you, hitting something deep that made you cry out. You quickly came, your release squirting around his finger and wetting the couch below.

He kept up his movements as you rode out your high. Once your breath returned to you he pulled away and removed his finger, licking his lips as he wiped your release off his chin.

“Third lesson- good girls always get to cum.” He winked at you with a grin before standing.

He leaned over you, caging you in on the couch before capturing your lips with his. You hummed at the taste of yourself on him, his tongue gliding against yours.

He straightened back up then pulled you up off the couch and guided you to face the other way. He led you so your knees were on the couch, your arms resting against the back of the upholstery. You heard the sound of a zipper before feeling the tip of his hard length slide against your folds. You instinctively arched your back at the feeling, pressing yourself up against him, causing him to groan.

“Such a greedy little brat,” he said, smoothing his hands over the skin of your ass. “You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?”

“Yes- yes please, Mr. Laufeyson. Please fuck me,” you begged, rubbing yourself on him once more.

With that he thrust into you, holding himself still once he was fully seated within you, giving you a chance to adjust. You’d gasped at the sensation- he was clearly well-endowed and you were thankful he gave you a moment. Willing your muscles to relax you looked back at him before grinding your hips against his.

His eyes were dark with lust, his jaw clenched in a way that made you involuntarily squeeze him as he started to move within you. You were panting as he set a pace, the angle of his thrusts hitting the same spot he’d found quickly before.

You’d turned back around and folded your forearms over the back of the couch, arching yourself against him even more. He growled and picked up his pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The angle had you moaning desperately, the feeling of him so deep within you making your fingers and toes numb.

“That’s it darling, take my cock within your needy little cunt. Fuck- I’ve wanted to ruin this tight little pussy for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he rasped out between thrusts and your mind went blank, all you could respond with were desperate moans.

He stopped abruptly and pulled you up before sitting himself on the couch and pulling you over his lap so you were straddling him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt and your mouth went dry at the sight of the musculature under his pale skin. You slid your fingers under the fabric, gripping his firm shoulders as he positioned himself under you.

You moved your hips in a circle over him, enjoying the feel of the very tip of him swirling within you.

“You little tease,” he grinned darkly, running a hand through his hair. “Ride me, darling. Show me what you can do.”

Your cunt clenched at his words and his wicked smirk spread. You took the opportunity to bring yourself down to grind against him, wiping the smug look off his face.

You quickly set a pace as you rode him, his hands on your ass guiding your movements. You were panting as you continued your movements, the angle bringing you close to your finish.

“Are you going to cum, darling?” His voice vibrated through you, and you nodded.

“Yes- fuck, Mr. Laufeyson. You feel so good-“ he continued to guide your movements, moving his head closer to your breast. He brought his mouth around one of your nipples, gently sucking at the nub. You arched into him, moaning at the sensation.

His tongue ran against your skin in his mouth, bringing another moan from you before he sharply bit down on your nipple, pushing you over the edge into another orgasm. You moaned his name over and over as you rode out your high, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. As you came back to yourself you felt him twitch within you, filling you as he reached his own finish.

You watched him as he came, mesmerised with his blissful expression, his long eyelashes touching defined cheekbones. His eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a smirk- god help you he was fucking gorgeous.

He gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up, the combined fluids from your finish trickling down your thigh. You were happy to see some hit the couch as you moved off him.

You strolled to the bathroom to clean yourself up and throw on a t-shirt and panties, passing a damp cloth to him once you returned. You pulled a cigarette from the pack you had on the kitchen counter, then headed to the balcony as you lit it up.

You were leaning on the balcony, watching the now dark waves when he joined you. You smiled at him, offering him your cigarette. He took a long drag as you leant on the balcony’s edge.

“So,” you trailed off, not sure what to say.

“That was fun,” he exhaled then smiled at you, his expression mischievous.

“Yeah,” you agreed, relief filling your chest. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Of course darling, we have all summer.” He came behind you, pulling you against his chest as he ducked his head so his lips were beside your ear. ”And you have quite a bit to learn.”

End Notes: Want to read more Loki fics of mine? My masterlist is here.

[vulcanscully]

Can you do Ed and Stede dancing after their wedding/matelotage ceremony?? I’m imagining they’d have a party with the crew afterwards. I just really want more Ed/Stede slow dancing content in this fandom I think it’s the best🥹

"This," Ed chuckles into Stede's ear, "Has been the least thought-out part of the entire day."

It's been an evening of laughter and singing and drink. Of promises over entwined fingers, of Oluwande reciting sacred, bonding words meant only for the ocean and the crew--public and private all at once. Now, Frenchie plays a waltz-adjacent tune on his lute a little ways down the deck, Wee John sat beside him adding a bit of percussion.

It's well into the early hours of Stede and Ed's first day of marriage. Aside from the melody, there's light chatter, crew members lolling on their feet and on each other's shoulders to keep awake, some--like Fang, who's made a basket of Roach's signature biscuits his pillow--having long succumbed to sleep.

Stede's arms are firm around Ed's shoulders. Ed braces Stede's back and runs a thumb along his hip.

Guiding Ed in a side-to-side shuffle to the song, Stede rubs the thumbs of his locked hands on the nape of Ed's neck and replies thoughtfully, "Hm. I suppose you're right."

Ed shrugs under Stede's embrace. "Thought you'd be into, I dunno. Some kind of choreography. Since it's our first dance, and all."

"Is that what you wanted, darling?" The start of a frown creeps its way onto Stede's face, and Ed quickly shakes his head.

"Been to plenty of parties in my time; even more matelotage ceremonies than that. I know my right foot from my left. Would've been easy enough to learn." Stede's eyes: hazel-hopeful-honey. Ed's lost, where he'll happily stay. "But, uh. I don't think I really care about any of that? Right now?"

"Me either," Stede murmurs. He's looking up at Ed with an expression of doe-like affection, unblinking as if in a trance, pupils blown, mouth quirked upward in a small smile. "Couldn't care less, actually."

"I just like the idea of..." Ed trails off, stepping out of Stede's arms. Stede pouts a little at the loss of contact; Ed winks, and then Stede understands, a wide smile breaking across his face. Ed snatches his hand and spins him around, catching Stede before he's made a full turn to dip him just a little, bracing the small of his back with one hand and lifting Stede's hand to kiss his fingers with the other, his surprised little laugh the best music Ed's ever heard.

"Holding you," Ed finishes headily, feeling his face flush despite himself.

Stede reaches up to brush a knuckle across Ed's cheekbone. "I should think you'll be able to do that quite a bit going forward," he whispers after a beat. "Forever, perhaps?"

Ed lifts them both upright again and plants a kiss into Stede's hair before resting his forehead against Stede's. "Sounds nice."

They return to their former stance, Ed finding the rhythm of Stede's steps and syncing up to them.

Meanwhile, the crew look on in a combination of fondness and confusion.

"What're they even doin'?" Ivan takes a swig of ale from the lip of an almost-empty bottle.

"Swaying back and forth?" The Swede says helpfully.

"That's not dancing though," Pete is quick to clarify. "I mean, look at them. They're all dressed up in the blue and purple and shit--"

"Cerulean and lavender; I meticulously chose the color scheme, thanks--"

"--Sorry, babe. But Stede planned every second of this wedding down to the spice level in the meat pies--"

"--Don't remind me," Roach snaps, dropping his head back against the mast.

"--So my question is, where's the big finale?"

"Yeah, they're just standing there." Jim tilts their head toward the dawn-tinted sky, eyes closed, craning their neck this way and that in a morning stretch. "It's weird."

"Maybe, er," Oluwande shuffles his feet a little, playfully knocking Jim's knee. "Maybe this part isn't for us. Maybe it's just for them."

"Christ. That's--that's beautiful," Wee John mutters over his shoulder, lifting a hand off his drum to wipe at a stray tear.

Pete rolls his eyes, though he slings an arm around Lucius' shoulders and squeezes. "Whatever. I don't even think they're moving to the music."

"Oh." Frenchie abruptly halts, letting his lute fall to his side. "I'm tappin' out, then. Who wants a whiskey? Hair of the dog and all that."

"I'm in..."

"...Somebody wake Fang up. Is Izzy still having a sad boy moment at the helm?"

"...We should go get 'im ..."

The newlyweds hear none of this. They don't even hear the music stop.

Stede says, nuzzling Ed's nose a little, "I didn't think I could."

"Hm?" Ed lets his lashes flutter lazily; he's content just hearing the sounds of Stede breathing, his voice, the myriad ways this man surrounds him.

"Love like this. Until you."

Ed opens his eyes again. Stede is looking at him, gaze full of promise. Ed feels his own eyes well with wet adoration, and before he can let himself get too caught up in the feeling, he cups Stede's face in his hands and kisses him. Stede hums into his mouth and Ed knows this, right here, this is it. This is what he spent decades at sea searching for, and he didn't even know it.

He hopes the kiss is a reply: Me either. Until you.

Until death do us part.

Neither of them can recall, later, how long they stood there holding each other. The sun comes up, casting morning shadows over their intertwined bodies at the start of their forever.

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So after watching through the games I had some vaguely Psychonauts-adjacent AU thoughts about Epithet Erased. I don’t know if this will be interesting to anyone besides me but I wrote so dang much it’d be a waste not to share it. Rest of the main cast under the cut

Bliss Ocean still exists in this hypothetical verse. Little is known about them, their motivations, their base of operations, or their membership (beyond, occasionally, Zora--she’s not very subtle about doing jobs for them), but what is known is they do not like psychic powers, and are one of the most organized groups out there with the goal of getting rid of them altogether.

Molly’s psychic from her mom’s side, and specialty actually is--or was--pyrokinesis. No, she didn’t cause the fire that burned down her family’s store, and in fact these powers helped her to get her dad and sister out, but some part of her still believes she had something to do with it, and she hates using this power, focusing more on sensory manipulation. Her mental world is full of stuffed animals and toys discarded and hidden away due to her having to grow up too fast. It’s completely silent aside from the most piercing and annoying of noises that trigger her misophonia, which manifest in sound waves that can do actual harm to an astral traveler. If she becomes stressed, her mental world begins to burn from the outside in as she panics.

Lori is also psychic, but spends more time in her own mental world than actually doing anything useful, much to Molly’s irritation. Buried under layers of fantasy and goofy, over-the-top wish-fulfillment are the bitter embers of life before the fire and her own guilt, which she has sealed away.

Sylvie is the most powerful psychic of the main cast, mostly specializing in clairvoyance, telepathy, and other abilities that do not affect the physical world. He’s spent his whole life studying the human mind both psychic and mundane, and is desperate to be taken seriously like an adult researcher would be. He displays a knack for interpreting mental worlds and a psychically-assisted brand of mundane hypnosis. His mental world is initially confined to an organized office barely being held together, but outside is a bizarre and imaginative pastoral dreamscape. He has an aspect in Beefton, a character he drew when he was younger who symbolizes his desire for strength and has grown into something similar to an ego-state and protector.

Giovanni is not psychic, but likes to pretend he is, causing actual psychic organizations no end of headache as he plays himself like a comic-book villain with his posse of similarly mundane “minions” and essentially makes a mockery of actual psychics. He has no idea why some people are so stiff about the whole thing and don’t use their powers for more cool things. His mental world is a Gotham/Metropolis style city populated entirely by colorful robot dinosaurs who obsessively block entrance into any buildings--because inside, scenes of heartwarming domesticity can be found, as well as positive representations of his family, minions, and cousins, and he does not want this side of himself known.

Indus is very good at using the shield power. This is also the only power he uses, despite having potential in other areas and being implied to have undergone intensive training alongside his sister. He’s perfectly content with this, and can give it some surprisingly creative applications if pressed. He’s the epitome of only doing one thing, but doing that thing really, really well.

Mera suffers from chronic pain and a weak constitution, using levitation and telekinesis to get through her day. She throws her all into her training, but is frustrated at her physical weakness, secretly wondering if enough psychic power would allow her to control her own pain and immune responses, or perhaps ascend beyond her disorder altogether. Thankfully, Indus has managed to keep her on the level so far, Her mental world is a crumbling palace of ice so shiny one can see infinite reflections of her life and inner thoughts in it.

Percy is an upright and no-nonsense security officer at a psychic training facility nearby. Rumors fly about her being an insufferable drill sergeant, but she really does want the best for people, in her own bizarre way. She’s skilled at creating small psionic energy constructs (hands, small and simple objects, ropes and restraining devices) and auric effects to boost the power and energy of those around her. Her mental world is orderly, but begins to break down in the lower layers due to her own doubts and the corruption she’s seen in official institutions.

Ramsey is not psychic. He has, however, been a part of numerous con jobs regarding psychics and impersonators thereof, the one getting him caught being manufacture and sale of remarkable quality fake Psitanium and related objects such as arrowheads. He doesn’t think psychics are all that and isn’t thrilled to be working with them as an appraiser of Psitanium and psychoactive artifacts (as neither seem to affect him), but he supposes it could be worse. His mental world is run by his own versions of characters he’s been commissioned to draw (at least, the safe-for-work ones).

Zora thinks psychics are a load of cheaters, which is ironic considering she is one, and extremely powerful in many areas. Her signature technique is manipulating others’ perception of time to allow her to get the drop on them. She’s an independent bounty hunter who insists on flesh-and-blood duels when she can, but is no slouch in psychic combat and assassination, and occasionally works with Bliss Ocean. Her mental world is a stereotypical spaghetti western made entirely of cardboard cutouts like you’d find in a carnival shooting gallery.

Feenie is the first member of her family in 60 years without any psychic potential, which is a problem considering a very powerful psychic preserved as a brain in a jar has an unsettled score with her family. This psychic is assisted by her own descendants in transferring to a new body and going after the Fleecitys once in a generation or so. The feud is ridiculous and no one actually remembers why it’s happening, but it’s agreed that the Fleecitys should continue playing along with it to keep this “Songstress” distracted and hopefully kill her for good one of these days so she doesn’t cause any real problems. Feenie is terrified of letting her family down by being unprepared for the inevitable duel she’s essentially walking into unarmed, even though Molly and Trixie have offered to stand by her side when the time comes.

Of the six Roughouse siblings, three have psychic powers (Roxanne, Moxie, and Trixie) and three do not (Xerxes, Dixon, and Rex). Trixie’s got an especially weird case among her family members due to her natural affinity with ghosts wandering the astral plane, though this tends to manifest as vague chattering that drives her bonkers most of the time , and she likes to claim she has no powers at all out of sheer annoyance, preferring mundane skill and quick wit. Despite this, they’re remarkably well-adjusted most of the time, especially compared to the rest of their siblings. Trixie does not yet know that her powers would also extend to astral travelers, including trapped delvers.

Rick Shades is a somewhat washed-up psychic claiming to be an amnesiac. He’s quite amicable, however, always willing to teach the more physical psionic skills and always loudly espousing the values of teamwork and personal connections. His mental world is an endless ocean with a single once-deserted island, slowly growing and filling up with new memories, though things could potentially be discovered under the infinite water if one were to try diving...

Naven is a part-time teacher focused on psychic safety and best practices, and bridging the gap in awareness between psychics and the mundane population. He is relentlessly bullied by kids in his classes (one kid found him locked in a broom closet crying after a parent-teacher meeting and he’s never lived it down), and most adults dismiss him as having middling psychic potential and a scatterbrained but earnest disposition.

[tsukidrama]

refuge

off the beaten path (a trnt side story)

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setting: the apartment building pre-cottage

ao3 | the road not taken | cottagecanon

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The sun is warm on your face, and you can smell the breeze from the ocean. How crazy that is in the beginning, to be in a place where you can see the ocean all the time. Whether it’s by opening the window or climbing up to the roof, you’re able to just look out and see the water whenever you want. 

You can’t even pronounce the name of the country properly. Not the same way that the people who live here do. The native language uses sounds that you don’t even know how to make, but you try to learn the basics. Quickly you discover that most villagers can understand enough of your language that you can communicate, and you feel lucky. It’s only later that it dawns of you the long history of colonization that must have happened to reach that point. 

In the aftermath of such unspeakable violence, it’s hard for you to comprehend the kindness that humanity has to offer. This place, this faraway land inhabited by strangers, welcomed you with open arms. All they had to offer was the tenement buildings they resided in themselves, but they made room for all of you. One building was able to offer up an entire floor for Marleyan refugees. The kindness they show you is unprecedented and impossible to pay back. 

Everybody tries anyway. The whole Alliance shows up in whatever way they can, whether it be building, or plowing, or harvesting, or repairing, or cooking, you all step up wherever you can and whenever you can. The locals get to know all of you and they welcome you. 

So you stay there, living in the fourth floor apartment of a building with twenty-six units that over a hundred people call home. There was no room and even less silence, so more often then not you’ve found yourself up on the roof. The noise up there was at least muffled and far away. 

Plus, it was one of the few places you had some genuine alone time. Not just with yourself, but with Annie, too. Technically, you lived in the same apartment as she did. You shared a bedroom with two twin beds. Of course, you only slept in one of them. The other mattress sits bare with a half-unpacked suitcase and extra clothes on it. 

Now you have her all to yourself every single night. When you had first been sorting out rooming situations, she’d insisted that where she went, you would go, too. There was never really a conversation about any of it. One moment you were terrified that she might not feel the same things you did for her, and the next you were moving all of your stuff into the same apartment as her and her dad. 

Since her dad was in the room adjacent, you really didn’t do much besides actually sleep next to each other in that bed. Whether it was the unignorable turn-off of snoring and coughing at all hours or the paper thin walls, there are few instances where your affections can become physcial. Only up on the rooftop do you get that kind of privacy. 

You don’t even care, because it means you get to hold her. Even just a few months ago that was something you never imagined happening again. Sometimes when neither of you can sleep, you’ll just lie awake gazing at one another, because now you can. For the first time when you look at her you finally feel like you understand the emotions behind her eyes. 

She lets you in, but you can see how scared she is. For the first time… ever… you have conversations about what you really want in life. And for the first time, you can feel the honest difference when she talks to you. 

Did it really take the end of the world as it was for her to stop lying to you? You’re not sure if it’s because of the devastation from the Rumbling, or because of the second chance she got after she came out of that crystal alive and unhurt. Honestly, you don’t care. Maybe it’s selfish, but it doesn’t matter what brought you to this moment. All that matters is that she’s here with you. 

Sometimes you still have to put your hands on her face to make sure you aren’t dreaming. After all, this was exactly how so many of them went. 

Although she may not be good with words, the love is there. Nowadays it’s there in a way that it never was before. In those moments you share after the two of you have gone to bed, she’s so openhearted and tender. Her embrace is gentler than you’ve ever known it, her kisses more passionate. 

You’re thousands of miles away from the place you were born and raised, but you’ve never felt more at home. In a tiny bunk with scratchy sheets, pining for Annie’s touch, was how you spent more time than you cared to admit. It’s a special type of familiarity that hardly feels real. 

Amidst everything you seek comfort in is a new feeling, one of nostalgia for something you never had that chance to experience. You’d consigned yourself to never seeing her again, but she’s here again. This time, you’re not going to waste this second chance.

[doubleleoenergy]

V. Off to the Races, Lolita Series

My old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood-red jam. And he shows me, he knows me. Every inch of my tar-black soul.

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Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of alcohol, mentions of relationship violence, rape, and murder, pet names, passionate sex,

Words: 4025 (I am SO sorry for this)

Summary: Andy takes y/n on a weekend getaway while Jacob and his friends are out of town.

Two weeks had dragged on since Andy had gotten a taste of y/n’s sweet nectar, and since then nothing. It wasn’t like they really had the chance to be alone, Jacob and the other boys weren’t going out late at night or on the weekends as they usually did. Andy had to settle for his hand every night, reminiscing on their oral escapades.

It didn’t help that Andy had been swamped with cases, court appearances, and tons of paperwork. He had spent every night of those two weeks at the office until his eyes physically couldn’t stare at the cases in front of him anymore. Andy even showed up on the weekend to fit in a little extra work, hoping it would help take care of some of the load but to no avail. He was completely and thoroughly exhausted, and he could tell that y/n was as well.

She had worked directly with him on a few late-night cases, the rest of the time being spent shadowing Neal fucking Loguidice. It was great for her internship to do so, getting new perspectives of different attorneys in the office, but it was not as good for his jealousy.

By Thursday evening the heavy load of cases and paperwork had seemed to disappear, and Andy was grateful for being able to leave the office at a decent hour. With y/n in tow, he ducked into his Audi, waiting for y/n to get comfortable in the passenger seat before roaring the vehicle to life.

“Is it just me, or have these past two weeks been exhausting?” He asked, glancing out of the corner of his eyes at y/n as he drove. Andy knew her answer before she even opened her mouth, a loud groan leaving her lips as she rested her head back against the seat.

“You’re telling me, if I have to hear Neal mention one more time about his new kickboxing class, I’m going to gouge my eyes out. He really fucking sucks.” Her words elicit a chuckle from Andy’s lips, a smile of pride seeping onto his face. It was good to know she didn’t have any interest in Neal.

“We should do something fun this weekend, just the two of us. Maybe you’ll let me finally take you on a date” He suggested, lulling his car to a stop at the next red light. Y/N raised an eyebrow in his direction, cocking her head to the side. “Andy, I already told you, I don’t do relationships.”

Andy rolled his eyes, shifting in his seat to look at her. “Yeah, you said that, but I’m in it for the long game, y/n. You have to admit there’s something between us.”

“Andy…” She sighs, watching the sun setting out the passenger window. Sure, there was definitely something between him. Was he different from all the other guys before that she had hooked up with? Yes, of course. First off, she had never been with a man his age, someone with a career, a house, and a car of his own. He even had a pension and a life insurance policy; she hadn’t hooked up with any men who had those.

The car is silent as they pull into the garage, Andy immediately shutting off the car and sitting back in his seat. Y/N looked down at her lap awkwardly, reaching for the door but Andy stopped her with a tug to her wrist, getting her to look up at him.

“You want to be an attorney, right?” The question has her furrowing her brows, looking at him as if he had said ‘You know the sky is blue, right?’

“Of course, you know that, but what does that have to do with-” Andy cuts her off by holding up his index finger, loosening his grip on her wrist. “Attorneys defend their cases in court to a judge or jury, who then ultimately decide the fate of their clients. Their job is to convince someone that their claim is right.” Andy rests one hand on the steering wheel, a smug smirk crossing his lips.

“Saturday morning we’ll leave for a weekend getaway, planned by yours truly. This will all be part of my case as to why we should be together, no more games, officially together. You as the judge will examine the weekend's evidence and conclude on whether we should be together. If you decide after the weekend that you don’t think so, I’ll leave it alone and we won’t have to discuss it ever again. But I’m hoping for it to change your mind.” Before she can protest, Andy holds his hand up. “And I’ll even get us a room with two beds, no funny business, promise. So...will you hear my case out?”

Y/N had to admit, she had never been chased by a guy so ferociously, but what was the harm in seeing the evidence and getting a free weekend vacation out of it? She stuck her hand out for him to shake, a professional gesture for their arrangement. “Alright, I will gladly hear your case out.”

Andy had arranged it all down to the last detail, including lying to Jacob and the boys about an important conference for work that they both had to attend that weekend. Of course, he didn’t suspect a thing, he went out of town for conferences all the time, and thus his plan was set.

When Saturday morning finally arrived, Andy was feeling great. He had gone for an early morning jog, took a long shower, and even trimmed his hair and beard. Andy dressed in a plain white t-shirt and dark denim jeans, packing his bag with his essentials for the evening before walking out into the kitchen. As usual, the boys were all still asleep, hungover from their late-night game of shot roulette, which left the house extremely quiet.

Andy couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face as he walked into the kitchen and saw y/n waiting at the counter, a familiar plate of breakfast and coffee next to her. “It’s a Saturday, you know that right? Thought breakfast was for workdays.” He stated, moving to sit at his usual spot beside her.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She responded, taking a swig from her coffee mug. Andy’s eyes wandered along her body; her outfit of the day effortlessly beautiful. She wore a tight white bodysuit tucked into a pair of figure-hugging mint shorts; a pair of matching wedges slipped onto her dainty feet to complete the look.

“You’re right, it is.” Andy’s silverware moved to cut into his meal, chewing thoughtfully as he thought about the day ahead. “You’d think that by making me breakfast you were trying to plead your own case.” He teased, engulfing another bite of his food.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, moving to set her now empty coffee mug in the sink. “I’ve got nothing to plead, you on the other hand, do.” She waits with her back to the counter, playing on her phone until he finishes his meal, setting his plate in the sink behind her.

“Are you ready to go?” He questioned, grabbing his duffel bag off the floor. Y/N followed suit, grabbing her tiny black suitcase and following him out into the garage. Andy grabbed the suitcase from her, setting it with his own bag in the trunk before they both got into the car, backing slowly out of the driveway.

It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Y/N asks, crossing her legs.

“Would it matter? You’re not familiar with the state anyhow.” He retorted, pulling up the address on his GPS as they started on their journey.

“True, I just want to know what I’m getting into.” Her eyes locked on the GPS, noticing the destination was an hour away. “Rockport? What’s in Rockport?” She asked, raising a shapely brow in Andy’s direction.

“Well for starters, it’s along the ocean, which guarantees a good view. It also has great shopping, beaches, and restaurants. It’s a nice little getaway.” Andy turns on the radio as the car goes silent, y/n admiring the view as they drive.

The silence in the car was comfortable, both of them enjoying each other’s company, and before they knew it, they had arrived at their home for the weekend. They were staying at the Cove at Rockport, a beautiful inn right along the ocean. It was even more classy than the photos online, and Andy made quick working of getting them checked into their room.

Andy and y/n walked together down the long hallway to their room, room one on the first floor. Unlocking the door with the key provided, Andy pushed it open, allowing y/n to step in and take in their living arrangements.

The main room was huge, donning a cute little breakfast nook adjacent to the kitchen, a living room, two separate bedrooms, and a bathroom. The decor was all beach themed, of course, shades of blues and beiges filling their sights.

“This definitely deserves a point towards your case.” Y/N admitted, chewing on her bottom lip. It was honestly the nicest place she’d ever stayed at, more luxurious than what she had expected. Walking further into the space, y/n pushed open the sliding door, the sound of waves hitting the shore bursting through her ears as she took in the view. It truly was gorgeous, much different from shitty life in Ohio.

“So, I did alright with my first piece of evidence?” He chortled, leaning back against the cool wall. Y/N continues to take in the view outside, a light breeze picking up and blowing her hair off her shoulders.

“I’d say so.” She shuts the sliding doors and walks back to investigate the sleeping spaces, setting her bags in the room with a large picture of a beach umbrella over the bed, the smaller of the two. “Well, what else do you have planned for your case? Because if this is it, I can come to a decision right away.”

Andy moved his own bag into the opposite room before walking into y/n’s and sitting down on the plush comforter. “I wanted to start the trip with a walk downtown, explore some of the shops before we get ready for our dinner reservations at six.”

Ah, he even sprung for reservations, what a smart man. “Sounds good, let’s explore.” Y/N got up from the bed, grabbing her purse before Andy followed her out, walking out of their room towards the lobby.

Downtown was only about a five-minute walk from the inn, an enjoyable stroll filled with laughter from a group of teens on the sidewalk, birds chirping in the trees, and the smell of fresh muffins wafting from the window of a bakery on the street. “Well, where should we look first?” He asked, turning to look at y/n for guidance on where she’d like to go.

They had spent about two full hours downtown, walking in and out of all the little shops, picking up a blueberry donut to share from one of the bakeries, and taking photos of each other along the Rockport streets. Most of the photos Andy took of y/n were very Instagram appropriate photos, staring down the camera and moving from angle to angle. On a few photos though, Andy would say something to make her laugh, snapping away at her genuine reaction.

Before long they were walking back into the room to get ready for their dinner reservations. Andy was pulling out all the stops, dressing up in one of his nicest black suits, a matching black tie situated atop a crisp white button down. He spritzed on some of his favorite Versace Eros cologne, adjusting the laces of his dress shoes before walking out into the living room. Andy had ordered a dozen red roses to be delivered to the suite, arriving shortly after he had finished getting ready, sitting on the couch with the flowers and waiting for y/n to walk out. God, he hoped this wasn’t too cheesy.

After about five minutes of waiting anxiously, the door to y/n’s room opened, noticing her delicate silver peep toe heels first. His eyes roamed up her toned and tanned legs, settling on her baby blue dress, off the shoulder with slightly puffy sleeves, a tie in the front revealing just a bit of cleavage. The ruffles on the hem swayed as she moved, her eyes taking in the sight of him as well with the flowers.

Suddenly Andy stood up, holding out the flowers to her. “You look incredible, Lolita.” There went the pet name again, though it was always so fitting for her. “Shall we go?” Y/N silently thanked him for the flowers, taking a whiff of their sweet aroma before setting them down on the counter near the door. She followed Andy to his car, waving him off when he tried to open her door for her. Her expression stayed on Andy the entire drive, inhaling his intoxicating cologne, licking her lips. Y/N had to admit, he always looked great in a suit.

The restaurant was only a ten-minute drive from the inn, a little classy seafood restaurant along the ocean coast. It was packed with people, a quartet playing Sinatra’s finest hits off in the far-right corner of the room. Some people were dancing, some were sitting along the bar against the left wall, while most were diners enjoying their meals at their table.

Y/N and Andy were led to a table near the back wall facing the ocean view. Andy started off by ordering a bottle of chardonnay for the table, taking in the sight of y/n lit up by the candlelight provided.

“This is beautiful, Andy.” She exclaimed, her eyes scanning the room and all the happy couples around them. Andy smiled before opening his menu, mulling over what to order. “I told you, I’m great at pleading my case. And as you know, I almost always win.” Y/N rolled her eyes, opening her own menu. “Key word, almost.”

After deciding on what to eat, Andy getting the seafood gnocchi and y/n ordering the lobster bisque, Andy poured them each a glass of wine, holding his up towards hers. “Cheers to an unforgettable night.” He exclaimed, clinking their glasses together before they each took a sip of their respective glasses.

As they wait for their food, Andy and y/n sit and talk more about their likes and dislikes, what they want in the future, and the day they had downtown. Their food arrives during the conversation and they continue to talk while they indulge in their meals, all the food just as incredible as the atmosphere.

About thirty minutes later Andy and y/n take in their last bites of food, sitting back and enjoying the liveliness around them. As they waited for their check to arrive, the sound of Sinatra’s hit ‘It Had to Be You’ started drifting from the quartet. Andy smiles, holding out his hand towards y/n as he stares down at her. “Dance with me?” He asks, taking in her surprised expression before she scoots herself out of her seat, grabbing his hand as he led her over to where the other couples were dancing. Andy places his hands on the small of her back, y/n wrapping her own around his neck as they sway to the tune.

“This is definitely not as good as dancing together at the club.” She joked, making Andy laugh. “Well, technically I wouldn’t call that dancing. More like...gyrating, or maybe dry humping? Definitely not the same.” Her smile brightened; his eyes locked on her as they moved. It was as if they were the only people there, like the whole world stopped to see them dance.

“For nobody else gave me a thrill. With all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you...Wonderful you...It had to be you…” The quartet crooned, the song ending and a few of the couples clapping in response. Andy’s eyes bore into y/n’s, licking his lips before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, holding it for a moment before y/n pulled away, clearing her throat and letting go of his neck.

“M’sure the bill is on the table.” She stated, walking back towards their chairs. Andy let out a huff of disappointment, following her over to the table and paying for their meal before they walked in silence back to their car.

The car ride felt riddled with tension, the tension continuing to build as they got back to the room. “We need to talk, y/n.” He admitted as the door of their suite shut behind them, crossing his arms against his broad chest. Y/N leaned her weight against the wall between their bedrooms, tilting her head up to look at him.

“Andy…” She started, becoming silent again and chewing on her bottom lip. Andy’s stance becomes more tense, taking a step closer to her. “I want you, y/n. And not because of how mind-blowingly attractive you are. You are intelligent, thoughtful, and selfless. You’re not stuck up or fussy about material items. You make me feel like I’m in my twenties again, you make me feel like I’ve never felt with another woman.”

He takes another step closer to her, hovering above her due to his height. She puts her hands on his chest to stop him from moving, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“I’m terrified of this, Andy. How do I know you won’t turn out just like my piece of shit father, huh?” She leans her body weight against the wall, peering up at him.

“Look, I know how you feel, alright?” He moves away from her again, his back turned towards her as his hand ruffles through his hair. “I know firsthand, my father...he’s also in prison. He went to prison when I was young for raping and murdering a 19-year old woman. I vowed to myself to never ever treat a woman without kindness and respect. Though my marriage with Laurie wasn’t perfect, I’m sure she’d say that I was nothing like my father, and nothing like yours for that matter.”

He turns back to look at her, arms outstretched. “I promise I will never hurt you; you can trust me. I’m all in, y/n. And I meant everything I said.”

She processes his story of his father, realizing they had a lot more in common than she once thought. Her heart is beating so fast she thought it might splatter in her chest, closing the distance between the two quickly. Her hand came up to grip his jaw, leaning up and kissing him lovingly. They continue to kiss, y/n parting her lips to allow Andy’s tongue to slip inside, exploring her mouth and causing her to moan. After a moment they both pull away breathless, her hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Okay...I’m all in too, with you.” Her words are all Andy had been wanting to hear, gripping her waist and kissing her lustfully this time, pushing them backwards until they both hit the wall again with a groan. His lips trailed a line of kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, shrugging off his suit jacket and making quick work at the buttons on his shirt, practically ripping the buttons off completely.

Y/N is tilting her head back against the wall, helping to push off his now open shirt to expose his God-like torso. This was her first time seeing his chest, running her cool fingers against his abs as he kissed back up her neck and into her mouth.

He plays with the fabric on sleeves of her dress, pushing them down so that she can fully shimmy out of the pale blue fabric. Her breasts are on full display, no bra to pull down, and Andy growled at the sight of them. They were just as perky as they had been while peeking through her outfits.

He nudged her body in the direction of his bed, hands making quick work of his belt and pulling down his trousers, kicking them into a pile as he walked into the bedroom after her in only his Calvin Klein briefs. Andy moved forward to kiss her again, knocking them both over onto the bed, a breathy laugh escaping her throat. 

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my little Lolia.” He purred, his hands coming up between them to knead over her delectable breasts. Y/N cried out from the touch, grinding her hips up into Andy’s to evoke a similar noise from him. “Andy, need you…” She whined, her back arching off the bed, her panties rolling against his clearly clothed hard cock.

He slipped his hands lower, teasing his fingertips along her folds, already slick with her desire. “Need what, Lolita? Need you to tell me exactly what you want.” Her hands rub his cock through the thin fabric, a whine of impatience leaving her lips. 

“Need you inside me, Andy. Please, fuck my pussy.” Her words ignite an animalistic groan from his lips, pulling off her and scooting her up further onto the bed until her head touched the pillows. He quickly tugged off his boxers, stepping out of them before shimmying her out of her panties, tossing them aside.

His eyes grew dark as he took in her naked form in front of him, stroking his cock. She really was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and she was all his. Andy moved onto the bed, hovering over y/n with his cock dragging against her glistening folds. He was bigger than the guys she’d been with before, and the thought alone excited and terrified her. Her fingers land on the skin of his shoulder blades, pressing in lightly as she locks eyes with him.

“Andy, please.” She begs again. Andy keeps his eyes on hers as he pushes in slowly, giving her time to adjust as he moves inch by inch into her cunt. Her nails dig a bit deeper into his skin, mewling as he continues to press into her until he finally bottoms out, holding himself in place. 

“God, my little Lolita, you’re so fucking tight...you’re milking my cock and I haven’t even moved yet. Do you want me to move?” He leant down and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, waiting for her mumbled ‘mhm’ against him before he rolled his hips into hers.

The pace started slowly, building up speed with every little noise y/n’s mouth made, coming undone underneath him with each thrust. They continued to share soft kisses, moaning into each other’s mouths, y/n’s hands locking around his neck.

“Andy.” She breathed, her walls tightening and releasing around him. “Wanna cum for you.”

Andy quickened his pace, kissing along her pulse point on her neck. “Cum for me, Lolita. Want to feel you cum on my cock.” It doesn’t take her long after his sentence before she’s tightening her walls again, crying out as her orgasm rips through her. Her eyesight is full of stars, and it takes a second for her to regain her vision, focusing on Andy’s face once she does.

“M’gonna cum in this pretty cunt, fill you up to the brim.” He states, thrusting a few more times before coating her walls with his release. He stills inside of her for a moment before pulling out slowly and plopping down with his back on the bed next to her.

They both lie in silence, staring up at the ceiling, panting. The sex was incredible, better than they both could’ve imagined. Andy’s arm wraps loosely around y/n’s shoulder, tugging her into his chest and pressing a loving kiss to her forehead.

“You’re mine now, it’s official.” He looked down at her with a lazy smile, watching as her fingers began to trail up and down his chest. “Guess you could say I won yet another case.”

“Shut up, Andy.”

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Birthday Girl - Chris Evans

REQUEST

The reader (me ) is dating chris evans, and its the readers birtday, and chris evans is spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon , and the trows a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and alot of fluff please

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A/N: It took way too long but here we go. Definitely not very well edited. Hope you like.

WARNINGS- pure fluff, tiny tiny illusion to smut, marriage.

Hope you enjoy :)

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“Babe, wake up.” You groaned as you rolled over, waving your hand in the direction of the voice. You heard a husky chuckle, before a pair of soft lips pressed to the top of your hand. “Get up, baby. I made breakfast, well brunch.” Your eyes shot open at the mention of food and you turned to see you handsome boyfriend of 4 years towering over the bed with a tray in his hands.

You sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes as the tray was placed over your lap. You looked at the food before gazing up at Chris.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” You smiled as he leaned down and pressed his soft lips against yours.

“Thank you, honey.”

“No problem, pretty girl.Now eat up and after you finish that, we’re taking a shower and i’m taking you out, ok?” He said as he put his hands on his hips. You nodded before tilting your head up to receive one last kiss which he happily obliged and then you begun your meal.

Less than 15 minutes later you were up and out of your bed standing in your morning glory of a bra and short shorts. Chris’ large hands wrapped around your hips lightly pushing you towards the adjacent bathroom.

“Make sure you just don’t wash your hair, ok.” He smiled as you turned you around. Cocking an eyebrow you smirked.

“What’s up your sleeve?” You eyed him up as he moved closer. He ran his hand up and down your arm lovingly while staring into your eyes.

“Nothing. Just wanna spoil my special girl. Now go, we gotta be outta here in 20 minutes. Go.” He kissed your cheek and spun you around, giving your ass a slap before gently pushing you forward.

-time skip-

20 minutes later you were in the car with Chris, your favourite songs echoed through the car loudly and you both yelled the lyrics.

Eventually you pulled up out the front of a hair dressers, a very expensive some mind you. Chris turned to you and winked before making his way out of the car and to your side to let you out.

“Baby, what are we doing here?” You looked into his ocean blue eyes as they gleamed with happiness,

“I Told you i wanna spoil you. Now come on.” He grabbed you hand and pulled you into the salon. The receptionist smiled and ushered you through a doorway to a chair. Chris smiled at you before waving goodbye.

“I’ll be back when your done, love.” He blew you a kiss and made his way out to the car. You sat in the chair as a platinum blonde lady walked through stopping at your chair.

“Hey there darlin, my names Christy and I’ll be doing your hair today.”

You smiled as she directed you to another room with cushy chairs and sinks.

-and another time skip-

Two relaxing hours later you looked at yourself in the mirror in front of you, the stylist beaming ear to ear as she rested her hands on the back of your chair.

Not only had she magnificently done your hair but also your make up leaving you with a gorgeous natural glam look.

“Do you like it?” She asked as she continued to smooth out your hair.

“I love it, thankyou so much. How much do i owe you?” You asked as she led you to the reception area.

“I’m afraid, that’s already been taken care of.” You turned around just to meet that handsome hunk of a man, you called your boyfriend leaning against the desk.

He moves over to you leaning in for a kiss but You quickly turn your head away so his lips meet your cheek. He looks at you confused before you smile before pointing to your lips.

“Lipstick.” He chuckles, kissing just beside your mouth and moving away and saying goodbye to the hair dresser and the receptionist.

You made you way back to the car hoping in and seeing a dry cleaners bag in the back.

“What’s that?” You turn to grab it before chris grabs your hand pulling it back to him.

“Gotta wait for that baby.” You playfully scowled at him before settling into your seat.

You drove about 5 minutes up the road to another cute, -expensive- salon, only this one being a nail salon.

“Second last stop, babyyyy.” He smiled pulling you out of the car once again.

You walked up to the receptionist, again the girl immediately recognising Chris.

“Ahhh, Christopher! Your here, come on through.” The lady exclaimed as she hurried you both through the doorway into a small, private room, with a nail technician getting her tools ready.

“Ah! Hi guys! I’ll be going your nails today, Mrs Evans, if you’d like to take a seat just here and Mr Evans there’s chair there if you’d like to sit.” You looked back at Chris as you moved to sit down stunned by the names. You felt like telling her you weren’t Mrs Evans but secretly you loved the ring it had and the butterflies it sent up your stomach.

“I would love to sit, but i’ve got a few more things to take care of.” Chris spoke running his hand along your shoulders and leaning down to kiss you.

“I’ll be back baby.” With that he walked out the door. You smiled as the lady started on your nails.

Little did you know Chris was going back and forth between the house during your appointments getting things ready for tonight.

After this past year all Chris wanted to do was spoil you. Covid and quarantine did not treat you well and it took a toll on both of you, but now he could doing something so he’d secretly sent out invites to some of your closest friends and your family including his inviting them to celebrate you and if everything goes right, your engagement. Chris had had the ring from about the 6 month mark and You’re now four years in and he couldn’t be more sure.

He walked through the house and into the back yard to see he mum, Scott, his sisters and a few of his friends all assisting in putting up lights and setting tables. Before he walked outside he made his way to your shared bedroom grabbing the roses and rose petals. Before he laid them down he placed a black silk dress with some black crystal strap heels on the bed before sprinkling some pink and red roses over the bed and the floor leading to the bedroom and your bed.

Smiling at his work he made his way back towards his back yard where he was immediately ambushed by his niece and nephews. He walked over to the group with one of them in his arms, leaning over and placing a kiss on his mums cheek.

“Ma, this looks great. Really great.” He smiled as the child in his arms was taken.

“No problem. Anything for that gorgeous girl of yours. Now where is she. Is it almost time?” Lisa was definitely very very excited. Almost more excited than Chris.

“Yes, Yes, ma i gotta get her in about... 10 minutes.” Checking his watch, he ran back up the stairs muttering a quick ‘i’ll be back’ and changing into some plaid pants, a white shirt and a brown jacket.

“Okayyy, i’m going to get the birthday girl. Remember be real quiet when we get back.” He smiled as everyone waved good bye.

10 minutes later you smiled admiring your freshly done nails. You looked over as the bell of the door rang seeing Chris walk in sunnies on all dressed up.

You got up and met him half way, holding your hand out and wiggling your fingers.

“Damn, babyyy.” He smiled lifting your hand closer to his face before pressing a kiss to it. He smiled up at you looking over his glasses, blue eyes gleaming. “So pretty, honey.” He smiled once more before quickly paying the bill and waving to the ladies.

The whole way home you watched as his leg bounced and his hand wrapped and unwrapped itself from yours.

You pulled up to the house and got out of the car, Chris quickly led you toward your bedroom. He rest his hand on the knob giving you a smirk before swinging the door open.

You let jaw dropped as you saw the flowers and black dress resting on the bed.

“Oh, Chris.” You moved to the dress smiling as you lifted it. Turning you smiled as you watched chris rock back and forth a shy smile.

“Wanted to spoil you baby. Now put it on. Got one last surprise.” He smiled leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Smiling you slipped from your jeans and shirt into the dress. You smiled as you checked your -frankly- gorgeous figure out in the mirror before a loud knock interrupted your admiring. You called out to come in and in walked Scott all nice in a button up and jeans.

“Scott! What are you doing here!?” You smiled as he enveloped you in a hug.

“I came to see my favourite girl!! and Chris made me come get you and bring you down stairs.” Stepping back he gave you a quick once over before grabbing your hand making your twirl.

“You look gorgeous babyyy. I love it!” You smiled and giggles before you were lead out the room and towards the back yard. Before you got to the door you were instructed to close your eyes.

“Good god, what are you doing to me.” Scott laughed and lead to carefully to the back step.

Silently he stepped away from you to stand in front of you along with the rest of your friends and family.

“Umm, Scott can i take my hands away now??” You chuckled and before long two strong hands were lifting your own off your face.

As your eyes adjusted to the light Chris stepped in front of you with everyone else as everyone yelled “Surprise!” and “Happy Birthday!”’s

You jumped and laughed as you looked at the sea of people.

Chris slowly walked towards you before whispering “happy birthday” and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Did you do this?” You asked. He grabbed your hands smiling and turned to everyone else.

“Yes i did. Do you like it?” For the first time since you stepped outside you looked around seeing the fairly lights everywhere small tables, and the couches, blankets and cushions for everyone.

“Baby i love it. Thankyou so much.” You smiled leaving a long, lingering kiss on his plump pink lips.

Soon as your moment was over you moved over to say hi and thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes and for turning up.

About an hour and a half later you were standing around talking to some old friends when a glass clinking echoed around the yard. You turned to see Chris standing on a chair.

“‘Scuse me! Can i have your attention!” Everyone turned as he cleared his throat one last time.

“Just wanted to make a quick speech. Y/N, Baby, if you could come here please.” You quickly made you way over to where he stood now on the ground. He took your hand before turning to everyone.

“This woman is one of the kindest, most loving, most beautiful women i’ve ever met and had the pleasure of being with. She is forever teaching me new things and i’m so deeply in love her for everything she does for me and my family,” he looked you in the eyes smiling, “I want to keep this woman in my life for the rest of my life so i guess what i’m trying to say is..” he let go of your hand, his sliding into his pocket and pulling out a little velvet box. You eyes widened and your hand flew to your face. He smiled nervously as he slowly lowered himself to one knee.

“Y/N, baby, will you stay by my side forever. Will you put up with me and my bullshit for the rest of our lives. But most of all, will you please make me the luckiest and happiest man on this earth, and marry me?” Tears pooled in both your eyes as your voice got caught in your throat. Not trusting your voice you nodded, your head almost detaching from your neck.

You bent down slightly cupping the side of his face and pressing your lips to his in a feverish kiss, his free hand coming up to cup your face in return. You pulled back whispering a yes as he stood and pressed your foreheads together. Looking down he slipped the diamond onto your finger. You smiled down at it before locking eyes with your now-fiancé.

“I love you so much, Chris. I can’t think of anything better, than spending the rest of my life with you.” You smiled kissing him one last time.

Neither of you had noticed Scott with his phone out filming everything. Turning to everyone he grabbed your hand swinging it in the air and shouting “She said yes!!!” You laughed and everyone cheered quickly moving to congratulate you two.

The rest of the night went past in a blur Chris barely leaving your side and you barely leaving his as everyone drank and celebrated both your and your engagement.

Eventually the night ended about 12.30 am, everyone heading to bed, you with your fiancé. Man you’d never get sick of saying that.

-9 Months later-

you walked into the boutique, Randy meeting you, your best friends and mum at the entrance, camera crews lurking behind.

“Hello, hello!!!! Y/N! How are you!?” You smiled giving him a hug.

“I’m good! How are you?” Answer with a “fantastic” and you introduced Randy to your mum and best friend before be less through the lobby to the rooms with all the dresses.

“Okay, so, what were we thinking?” Randy clapped his hands together.

“Umm so i was thinking something princess-y like a ball gown, but a strapless, you know??” You said as you avoided the cameras.

Being Chris’ girlfriend turned fiancé you were used to cameras but it still made you nervous sometimes.

“Okay, we’ve got a perfect range for you, if you come with me we’ll chose two or three and go back to the change rooms and try them on.” he placed a hand on your lower back leading you away from your family.

About 10 minutes later you walked out in a plain white ball gown -https://pin.it/5cuCPCq- with a slit for your leg. Standing on the podium you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a gorgeous dress but, just didn’t feel right.

You turned to your guests and splayed out your hands beside you. You mother clasped her hands over her mouth murmuring how beautiful you look. While your best friend looked at you with a proud smile.

“So what do you think?” Your mum smiled as you turned back to look at yourself.

“I like it. It’s gorgeous, but it just doesn’t quite feel right.” Your cocked your head to the side as you surveyed yourself.

Chris would love this but this was for you.

Randy smiled. “Well it looks gorgeous but we still have more to try.” Once again he help out his hand helping you down before walking you back to the room.

You tried on one more that wasn’t right before trying on the last one. As soon as you put it on, you felt your body light up. You looks down and smoothed the skirt.

Holy Shit

You walked out, back to the stand immediately turning to your mum. Her hands flew to her mouth covering it as tears sprung to her eyes. Before you teared up yourself you looked to your best friend who was nodding furiously.

“My Goodness! It’s gorgeous!!!” Your best friend gushed as you smiled widely, so wide it felt as if your cheeks would split.

You turned to the mirror getting proper view of yourself.

“Sooooo,” Randy’s voice broke you from your thoughts. Your turned to see his equally bright and smiling figure. “Might this be a yes?” His hands clasped together and pressed to his lips. Turning back for one last once over you nodded.

“Yeah. It’s a big yes!” You smiled as everyone rushed up to you hugging what they could.

Randy and the assistant’s clapped as you twirled in celebration.

-3 months later.-

The dress was perfect, the ceremony was perfect, everything was perfect.

The wedding was everything you could have dreamed of from the forest ceremony and the reception.

Lights lined the trees and the under cover canopies. Tables littered these canopies flowers and napkins with the writing Mr&Mrs Evans embroidered on them.

Everyone spent the night dancing and laughing and celebrating you. The place was filled with close friends and family and a couple of A-listers including good ole Sebastian and Anthony, Scarlett and Robert and more.

Once the night was over Chris carried you bridal style (lol) through the threshold of your already shared home, before walking you to the room and placing you down.

Chris continued to worship you all night from small light kisses to consummating the marriage (wink wink) all night.

To say you were the happiest you’ve ever been was an understatement, and this was going to be the rest of your life.

Nothing could be better that this. Now Mrs Evans. Damn.

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Ta-da!! Finished

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