#he definitely messed around with the scouts

[pincushionx]

He was a little shit and nobody liked him (affectionately)

[koyagifs]

𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

pairing: pirate!seonghwa x princess!reader au: pirate au genre: angst with happy ending word count: 9.3k synopsis: she refuses to be wed to someone she doesn't love. Her last resort? to run away with the pirate that stole her useless crown. warning(s): toxic family relationships, screaming match. cursing. please let me know if i miss anything else!!

" don't go to far, please - the last thing i need is a headache from one of you," Hongjoong spoke, mainly looking at Wooyoung and Yuna who held a sheepish smile.

Hongjoong sighed as he crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Wooyoung and Yuna. They both wore matching sheepish grins, looking like kids caught sneaking cookies before dinner.

"I'm serious," Hongjoong continued, his tone firm but tinged with a familiar exasperation. "Just stick to the group and don’t make me come looking for you. This isn’t the kind of place to mess around in."

Wooyoung, ever the troublemaker, raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Captain. We’ll behave. Scouts’ honor."

Yuna nudged him playfully, suppressing a laugh. "You’ve never been a scout a day in your life."

"Details," Wooyoung quipped with a grin.

Hongjoong shook his head, muttering under his breath about regretting every decision that led to this moment. “I mean it, Wooyoung. No wandering off, no dumb dares, and definitely no—”

“Hongjoong, we got it!” Yuna cut in with a giggle, grabbing Wooyoung’s arm to pull him toward the others. “Come on, let’s not give him a real headache.”

As the pair walked off, Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose. Seonghwa chuckled as he walked up to his captain, " i'm sure they'll find trouble one way or another,"

Hongjoong let out a weary sigh, his shoulders sagging as he turned to face Seonghwa. "That’s exactly what I’m afraid of," he muttered, his tone a mix of frustration and resignation. Hongjoong shook his head as he walked back to the ship, mumbling under his breathe as Seonghwa laughed.

Yeosang and Luna came with a wide smile placed on their face, " we'll keep an eye on them. Shouldn't be to hard since cap just want's to rest up for a little."

Hongjoong glanced at Yeosang and Luna, his expression skeptical but hopeful. "You two?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You’re volunteering to babysit them?"

Yeosang nodded, his ever-calm demeanor unshaken. "It’s better than letting them run loose. Besides," he added with a faint smirk, "how much trouble can they really get into in one evening?"

Luna grinned, hands on her hips. "Don’t answer that, Captain. We’ve got this. You go rest before you stress yourself into an early retirement."

Seonghwa chuckled, falling into step beside Hongjoong as they headed toward the ship. "See? Delegation. You’re learning."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes, though the hint of a smile crept onto his face. "Fine," he relented, pointing a finger at Yeosang and Luna. "But if I hear even one yell, crash, or scream, you’re both cleaning the whole deck tomorrow."

"Deal," Luna chirped, giving an exaggerated salute. "Come on, Yeosang. Let’s make sure the chaos twins don’t set anything on fire."

As they headed off in Wooyoung and Yuna’s direction, Hongjoong let out a long breath. "I’ll take what peace I can get," he muttered, heading for the ship’s cabin.

Seonghwa nudged him with a grin. "See? Maybe they’ll surprise you for once."

"Don’t jinx it," Hongjoong shot back, his tone dry but amused.

---

" yn, if you don't take your princess duty seriously you'll never find a husband!" your mother yelled, following behind you as you huffed in annoyance.

You stormed down the grand hallway, your footsteps echoing against the marble floor as your mother’s voice followed closely behind, sharp and insistent.

"Yn! Are you even listening to me?" she snapped, her tone climbing in frustration. "You can't just waltz around avoiding your responsibilities. A proper princess is dignified, poised, and knows her role!"

Turning on your heel, you faced her with an exasperated glare. "Mother, I don’t want to find a husband just because it’s expected of me," you shot back. "I have more important things to focus on than playing the perfect doll in some fairytale."

Her expression hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line. "You think this is just about you? This is about the kingdom—about your duty!"

You crossed your arms, refusing to back down. "And what about what I want? Have you ever considered that?"

She stepped closer, lowering her voice but losing none of its intensity. "What I’ve considered is the weight of this crown and the legacy you’ll inherit. Like it or not, you don’t have the luxury of selfishness, Yn."

She let out a long sigh as she walked up to you, her heels clicking as you turn away from her.

" yn, you and i both know that since we're born as women, we're nothing but breeding mares for this kingdom,"

Her words struck a nerve, freezing you in place. You didn’t turn back to face her, your hands trembling slightly at your sides. The weight of her statement settled over you like a heavy shroud, suffocating and inescapable.

"That’s not fair," you whispered, your voice low but laced with defiance.

"Life isn’t fair," she replied, her tone softer now but no less resolute. Her heels clicked against the floor again as she approached, the sound a steady rhythm that seemed to echo the inevitability of her words. "Do you think I wanted this life? To be defined by my duty, my marriage, my children?"

You turned to her then, your eyes blazing with frustration and pain. "Then why force it on me? If you hated it so much, why make me follow the same path?"

She paused, the lines of her face softening as her gaze met yours. For a moment, she looked less like the stern queen and more like a tired woman who had carried too much for too long. " my love, your father would have both our heads if we dared."

Your mother placed a hand on your shoulder, turning you to face her. Her touch was gentle, but her words carried a weight that made your chest tighten. You met her gaze, and for a moment, the mask of the ever-dutiful queen cracked, revealing the vulnerable woman underneath.

"Yn," she began softly, her voice trembling just enough for you to notice, "I understand more than you think. There was a time when I dreamed of more, too. But your father—" She paused, glancing away as if the mere mention of him cast a shadow over the room. "He is not a man who tolerates defiance."

You swallowed hard, the mention of your father sending a chill through you. "That doesn’t mean we have to live in fear of him forever," you said, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat.

Her hand tightened slightly on your shoulder, her eyes searching yours. "It’s not just fear, my love. It’s survival. Every choice I’ve made has been to protect you—to protect us."

"Protect me from what?" you challenged, your frustration bubbling to the surface. "From living? From being more than what he expects of us?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes softened with a sorrow that seemed to stretch back through years of quiet sacrifices. "From his wrath," she whispered. "From a world that will not forgive us for stepping out of line."

You shook your head, your heart aching with a mix of anger and compassion. "I don’t want to live like this, Mother. I can’t. I’ll find a way to be free, even if it means facing his wrath."

Her eyes glistened, and for a brief moment, you thought she might cry, but she held herself together. "You’re braver than I ever was," she said quietly. "But bravery can be a double-edged sword. Promise me you’ll be careful, Yn. Please."

"I promise," you replied, though you weren’t sure if it was a lie or not.

She gave you a faint, bittersweet smile, her hand lingering on your shoulder a moment longer before she let go. "Then may the gods watch over you," she said, turning to leave, her regal composure returning with every step.

---

Seonghwa weaved through the bustling market stalls, his sharp eyes scanning the vibrant scene around him. The air was thick with the mingling scents of spices, fresh bread, and roasting meats, while the hum of chatter and the occasional bark of a merchant echoed through the narrow streets. Yunho kept pace beside him, his easy smile drawing glances from passersby.

Behind them, Jongho walked with a steady stride, his expression calm but alert, his arms crossed as he kept a watchful eye on the group. Mingi, on the other hand, couldn’t help but drift from stall to stall, his curiosity pulling him toward anything that glittered or smelled enticing.

"Keep an eye on Mingi before he buys half the market," Seonghwa murmured to Yunho, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips.

Yunho chuckled, glancing back to see Mingi enthusiastically inspecting a tray of sparkling trinkets. "I’ll rein him in if he starts haggling. You know how he gets."

San trailed just behind Mingi, clearly enjoying the lively atmosphere. He paused to admire a display of ornate daggers, his fingers brushing the intricate carvings on the hilts. "These are nice," he said, glancing over his shoulder at Jongho. "Bet you’d like one of these."

Jongho raised an eyebrow but didn’t break stride. "I’d rather not have to use one, but thanks."

Seonghwa slowed his pace, letting the group catch up as they reached the heart of the market, a wide square where performers entertained small crowds and merchants hawked their finest wares. "Stick together," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention."

"Too late for that," Yunho teased, gesturing subtly to a group of onlookers whose curiosity was clearly piqued by their presence.

Seonghwa sighed, adjusting his cloak to obscure the insignia on his chest. "Just stay sharp. We’re here for supplies, not trouble."

"Trouble always seems to find us anyway," Mingi said with a grin, finally stepping away from the jewelry stall to join the group.

"Let’s hope it takes its time today," Seonghwa replied, his eyes sweeping the square once more before leading them toward the next row of stalls.

The sudden yells from guards caught their attention as they see wooyoung, yuna, luna and yeosang running pass them. Wooyoung halting as he held a grin on his face.

" hyung, hold this for me yeah?"

Seonghwa barely had time to register what was happening before Wooyoung shoved a small, wrapped bundle into his hands, the grin on his face both mischievous and unapologetic.

“Wooyoung—what did you do?” Seonghwa asked, his tone sharp as his eyes darted to the approaching guards, their shouts growing louder.

“Nothing you need to worry about, hyung!” Wooyoung called back as he started running again, laughing as Yuna tugged at his sleeve to keep him moving. Luna and Yeosang were right behind, both looking equal parts amused and panicked.

Mingi blinked, staring at the fleeing group before glancing at the bundle in Seonghwa’s hands. “Uh…should we be concerned about whatever that is?”

San smirked, crossing his arms. “Knowing Wooyoung? Absolutely.”

Seonghwa let out a frustrated sigh, quickly unwrapping the bundle just enough to peek inside. His eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of crown.

“Are you kidding me?” he hissed, his gaze snapping back to the fleeing figures.

Yunho chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, it’s Wooyoung. Are you really surprised?”

“Not the point,” Seonghwa snapped, shoving the bundle under his cloak as the guards approached, their faces flushed with anger.

“You there!” one of the guards barked, pointing at Seonghwa and his group. “Did you see four troublemakers run through here?”

Seonghwa straightened, his expression calm and unreadable. “Troublemakers? No, but the market’s busy today. They could’ve gone anywhere.”

The guard narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced, but another called out, “They went that way!” pointing in the opposite direction.

As the guards ran off, Seonghwa exhaled slowly, his grip tightening on the bundle. “We’re going to kill him.”

" not before captain does, so should we bother saving them?" Jongho asked, amused.

Seonghwa paused mid-step, glancing at Jongho with a raised brow. “Captain’s wrath is inevitable,” he admitted, tucking the bundle deeper into his cloak. “But if we don’t step in, they’ll probably end up in the dungeon—or worse. And you know who will have to smooth things over then.”

Yunho chuckled, hands resting on his hips. “That’s true. I’d rather deal with Captain’s yelling than a week of palace politics.”

Mingi nodded enthusiastically. “Same. Last time Wooyoung got caught, I spent three days explaining to the magistrate why we weren’t a band of criminals.”

San smirked, leaning slightly against a nearby stall. “Let them sweat it out for a bit. Maybe they’ll learn something.”

Jongho tilted his head, his expression unreadable save for the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Unlikely, but it’s a nice thought.”

Seonghwa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If we leave them, Captain will hold us accountable for not intervening sooner. So yes, we’re saving them.”

“Fine,” San said with a mock sigh, pushing off the stall. “But only because I don’t feel like listening to Captain’s lecture either.”

“Agreed,” Jongho said with a small smile, already falling in step with the group. “Though I still think it’s entertaining to watch them dig their own graves.”

Yunho clapped a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder as they started moving again. “You’ve got to admit, though, they make life interesting.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Too interesting,” he muttered, picking up the pace. “Let’s make sure they don’t burn the entire market down before we get to them.”

--- Seonghwa crouched low, his dark cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows as he approached the massive palace doors. The weight of the task ahead pressed heavily on his chest, but he refused to let it show. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked over the guards stationed at their posts—he could slip past them, he knew it. He was the Seonghwa, Hongjoong's first mate, after all. He’d navigated worse situations before; this was nothing compared to the battles and escapes he had mastered in the past.

Still, the closer he got to the door, the more the dread settled in his gut. There was something about tonight—about this mission—that felt different. The palace held too many secrets, too many eyes watching. Every step felt like it could be his last if even the slightest mistake was made.

Seonghwa took a deep breath, forcing the tension out of his body, and reminded himself of the importance of the mission. He wasn’t here to be caught. He just needed to place the crown back before the realized it was stolen.

He glanced back at the shadows where Mingi and Yunho were waiting, their eyes flashing with silent determination. The rest of the crew would stay on standby, ready to move if needed. But Seonghwa didn’t want it to come to that.

He focused on the door again, studying the guards’ movements. Timing was everything, and he knew the exact second to make his move. A guard yawned, shifting his position just enough to allow Seonghwa the window he needed.

With a practiced grace, he moved, slipping into the palace hall with barely a sound, his heart beating only slightly faster than usual. The grand hall was quiet, the only noise the distant echoes of the palace's humming life. He didn’t have much time before someone would notice he had entered.

He moved swiftly through the corridors, his boots soft on the marble floors, but his mind was alert. There were more guards inside than he’d anticipated, and the risk of discovery increased with each step. But Seonghwa trusted in his skill, in his ability to navigate even the most heavily guarded places.

"Focus," he whispered to himself, mentally shaking off the unease that tried to take root. This was just another challenge, another step in the game. He had overcome far worse than this.

And he would get out. He would finish this.

Finally, he reached the familiar doors—the ones that led to the chambers where you were likely being kept. His heart pounded now, but it wasn’t fear; it was the sharp anticipation of success. He reached for the hidden key he'd stolen earlier from one of the servants, his fingers trembling just slightly as he slid it into the lock.

With a soft click, the door creaked open. Seonghwa slipped inside.

Seonghwa moved swiftly, his cloak swishing behind him as he placed the crown back into its original position on the velvet pillow. His breath slowed, and for a moment, it felt like everything had fallen into place. He had done it. The crown was back in its place, and the plan could continue without any major repercussions.

But as he turned to leave, his heart skipped a beat. The faint sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway just outside the chamber door. The guards were coming. They had to be.

Seonghwa’s eyes darted around the room, looking for a place to hide, but there was nowhere near enough time. His pulse quickened as the door handle began to turn. He had to make a decision, and quickly.

With a final glance at the crown—now safely restored—he slipped into the shadows, holding his breath as the door creaked open, praying that the guards wouldn’t notice the subtle shift in the room. The smallest movement could betray him. The smallest hesitation could ruin everything.

He remained still, blending into the darkness as the guards entered, their voices low, but their presence filling the space. The tension was unbearable, each second stretching on forever as Seonghwa prayed they wouldn’t see him, wouldn’t find him hiding in plain sight.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the guards turned and left, oblivious to the fact that someone had been there, so close to the crown they had sworn to protect.

Seonghwa let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. He moved quietly toward the door, already planning his next steps. The crown was back. Now, he just needed to get out of the palace undetected and reunite with the others before it was too late.

" ahem,"

Seonghwa’s breath caught in his throat as the voice pierced through the stillness of the room, his body going rigid with shock. He had been so close to escaping undetected, but now... now he was caught. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his blade, but he stopped himself just as quickly. There was no immediate threat here, no alarm ringing out, but the feeling of being exposed was enough to make his heart race.

You stood there, a smirk playing at the corner of your lips, watching him closely. The flicker of moonlight from the nearby window caught in your eyes, making them gleam with mischief and a hint of something else—something that Seonghwa couldn’t quite place. He felt his muscles tense as he quickly scanned the room, but there was no way out now. You had him cornered.

"Well, well," you said with a teasing edge to your voice, taking a few more steps toward him. "I must say, I’m surprised to see you here. The Park Seonghwa, first mate of captain hongjoong."

" get on with it," Seonghwa hissed

You paused, your smirk widening as you noticed the flicker of impatience in Seonghwa's eyes. His posture had shifted slightly, the sharp tension in his body betraying just how on edge he was. But you weren't about to make it easy for him.

"You really thought you'd sneak in here unnoticed, huh?" you teased, taking another step closer, your eyes never leaving his. "I mean, first mate of Captain Hongjoong—quite the title, don’t you think? Surely, you’re used to getting away with anything."

Seonghwa’s patience was wearing thin, but he forced himself to stay composed, his voice low and controlled. "Get on with it," he repeated, the command sharp, but his gaze still wary, measuring you.

You didn’t flinch at his harsh tone, your gaze unwavering. "Alright, alright," you said, drawing the words out slowly, savoring the moment. "I’m not here to ruin your little heist. If that's what you’re worried about."

Seonghwa’s eyes flickered to the crown for a split second before returning to you, suspicion rising. "Then what do you want?"

" freedom,"

Seonghwa looked at you confused, " freedom? you're the fucking princess and you're asking a pirate for freedom?"

You chuckled softly at Seonghwa's reaction, the confusion in his eyes only making your smirk widen. The idea of freedom, of escape, was something you knew all too well. You took a deliberate step forward, close enough now that you could almost feel the tension crackling between you.

"Yes, freedom," you repeated, your voice steady despite the fire in his gaze. "The kind of freedom you can’t buy or steal. The kind of freedom that means being in control of your own life for once. That’s what I’m after."

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed deeper, disbelief written across his face. "You want freedom?" He scoffed, taking a half-step back, disbelief and annoyance mixing in his expression. "You're the princess. You’ve got everything handed to you. Power, wealth, luxury. What the hell do you need freedom for?"

You held his gaze, unflinching, your voice lower now, almost a whisper. "You think I don’t know what people like you think of people like me?" There was a cold edge in your words, one that matched the resolve in your eyes. "You think I’ve spent my entire life locked away in some gilded cage, waiting for someone to save me. But that’s not the kind of freedom I want."

Seonghwa was silent for a moment, his confusion giving way to a flicker of realization. "So what do you want from me?" he asked, voice quieter now, as if the game had shifted.

You tilted your head slightly, the smirk still playing on your lips, though it was tempered by something more dangerous now. "You’re a pirate, right? You live by your own rules. You fight for your own freedom every damn day. I need someone like you to help me escape this place. And I’m offering you a deal in return."

Seonghwa’s gaze narrowed, and for a brief moment, his mind seemed to be working through all the angles. You were the princess, but there was something in your demeanor—something in the way you spoke—that made him wonder if you were telling the truth. You weren't the helpless, sheltered royal he had expected. You were calculating, strategic. And maybe, just maybe, you were a risk worth taking.

"You want me to help you escape," he said slowly, still processing the idea.

you nodded, a sigh escaping Seonghwa as he held his hand out. Your heart practically leaped out your chest as you grabbed it. This was it, you're finally leaving.

---

Seonghwa stood tall, his back straight, even as Hongjoong's frustration seemed to fill the entire room, thick and suffocating. Wooyoung, Yuna, Yeosang, and Luna remained quiet, the weight of the moment pressing down on all of them. They knew stealing the crown would bring punishment, but to have Hongjoong this furious was not on their agenda.

Hongjoong’s pacing grew more erratic, the sound of his boots on the floor sharp, each step echoing in the cabin. His gaze snapped to Seonghwa, his voice sharp as a whip. "This was not the fucking plan, Seonghwa!" Hongjoong spat, his eyes burning with anger. "You were supposed to bring the crown back, not bring back a fucking princess. The princess at that!"

Seonghwa’s jaw tightened, but he refused to let his gaze falter. He could feel the tension in the room, could practically hear the others holding their breath, waiting for the confrontation to unfold.

"You don’t understand," Seonghwa finally said, his voice unwavering, though there was a hard edge to it now.

Hongjoong scoffed, looking at the four, " the four of you out. now"

The command was sharp, and the weight of it hit the room like a slap. Hongjoong’s gaze swept across the four of them—Wooyoung, Yuna, Yeosang, and Luna—each of them tense under his gaze. None of them moved immediately, all of them holding their breath, unsure if they were meant to stay or if their captain's words were final.

Yuna was the first to step back, her face set with a mixture of uncertainty and resignation. Yeosang followed suit, his eyes flicking between Seonghwa and Hongjoong before silently turning to leave. Luna hesitated only for a moment, then moved with quick, quiet steps toward the door, her head lowered.

Wooyoung, however, stayed rooted in place, his usual mischievous grin nowhere to be found. He exchanged a glance with Seonghwa, an unspoken question in his eyes. But even he knew when to back down—at least for now.

"Come on, Wooyoung," Yuna called softly from the doorway, her voice breaking the tense silence. "Let’s go."

With a reluctant sigh, Wooyoung turned toward the door, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. He gave Seonghwa a last look, his expression unreadable, before following the others out of the cabin.

The door closed softly behind them, leaving Hongjoong and Seonghwa alone. The air in the room felt thick, like the calm before a storm. Hongjoong stood there for a long moment, his anger still simmering just beneath the surface.

"You’ve lost your fucking mind," Hongjoong muttered , his voice lower now, quieter, the anger still simmering beneath his words.

Seonghwa wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew better.

" you're my first mate for a reason Seonghwa. What made you think it would be a great fucking idea to bring a princess on board?"

Seonghwa bit back the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that Hongjoong was far too sharp to miss any sign of defiance. He stood straighter, forcing himself to remain composed, even though the question felt like an obvious one to him.

" she wants freedom like we do captain. Isn't that why you made this crew? for us to have freedom that we couldn't have?"

Seonghwa's words hung in the air, and for a moment, Hongjoong paused, his back still turned to Seonghwa. The question had landed squarely in the captain's mind, and for the first time in a while, doubt crept in.

Hongjoong’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his voice low but tinged with the weight of his past decisions. "I didn’t form this crew just for freedom, Seonghwa," he muttered, his eyes staring out at the endless ocean, as though seeking answers from it. "I formed it to survive. To fight back against the system that kept us shackled. But freedom—true freedom—it’s a luxury. And it doesn’t come easily. You’re talking about taking a princess on board as if she’s just another crew member, but she’s not. She’s royalty. She’s got her own ties, her own rules, and all of those ties will pull her in directions we can’t control."

Seonghwa's scoff echoed in the tense silence, and the moment it left his lips, even he felt the sharpness of his words. He hadn’t meant for his frustration to slip through so visibly, but it was too late to take it back. Hongjoong turned his head quickly, his sharp eyes narrowing on him as if searching for any sign of weakness.

"I’m not some fucking foster home to keep bringing in strays, Park Seonghwa. First Luna, now Yuna, now you’re bringing me a god damn princess."

Seonghwa’s gaze hardened, but he refused to let Hongjoong's words throw him off course. "You want to talk about strays, Captain?" His voice was low, but the underlying edge made it clear he wasn’t backing down. "What about us? What about you? We’re all strays. Pirates, outcasts, cast aside by the world we were born into. None of us fit in anywhere. We made this ship our home, and we fight for the freedom we never got. And you want to call her a stray?"

Hongjoong’s fist slammed onto the desk with a loud crack, the force of it making the wood shake beneath the impact. The sudden motion made Seonghwa flinch, his body stiffening as the captain’s anger surged in the room like a storm.

"She is a princess, Seonghwa," Hongjoong snarled, his voice seething with frustration.

"Oh, but it was fine when Mina joined, huh?" Seonghwa’s voice was laced with frustration, but there was an edge to it that Hongjoong hadn’t expected. "It’s not my fault she left you!"

Seonghwa's words hit the air like a slap, sharp and cutting. Hongjoong froze, his face hardening at the mention of Mina. The room seemed to freeze for a moment, tension crackling between them like a storm about to break. The mention of Mina, a name that had always carried so much weight in Hongjoong’s life, caused a flicker of pain in his chest. His fists clenched at his sides, the words stinging more than he wanted to admit.

"Get out," Hongjoong snarled, his voice cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.

Seonghwa’s throat tightened, the weight of his words crashing down on him. He had never seen Hongjoong this angry, this raw with emotion. He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but the words caught in his throat. He wasn’t sure what to say anymore.

"Now."

Seonghwa hesitated, regret gnawing at him as he looked at Hongjoong, but he knew better than to push further. The captain was done, and Seonghwa had overstepped. With a final glance, Seonghwa nodded, a knot of guilt forming in his stomach.

" captain -"

" OUT SEONGHWA!"

Seonghwa hesitated for a split second longer, wanting to explain, to make things right, but the door to reconciliation had already been slammed shut. Without another word, he turned away from Hongjoong and walked toward the door.

----

Yn watched from her position by the railing, her gaze tracking Seonghwa’s retreating figure. She could see the tight set of his shoulders, the way his footsteps lacked the usual confidence, and she knew something had happened. She could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to taste. It wasn't hard to guess that the argument between him and Hongjoong hadn't gone well.

Seonghwa’s eyes didn’t meet hers as he passed, his expression a mix of frustration and regret, but he didn’t slow down. His focus was entirely on the quarter deck, where his duties awaited. Yn felt a tug in her chest, unsure whether she should approach or give him space. But the coldness in his demeanor made her hesitate.

Yn turned at the sound of Yunho and San’s voices, both of them standing a few steps behind her with understanding smiles. It was clear they had noticed the same tension in the air, but unlike her, they seemed unfazed by it.

"Don’t worry about him," Yunho said gently, his tone reassuring. "They both just need to cool off."

San chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It’s always like this with them. They’re both stubborn as hell. They’ll figure it out."

Yn gave them a small smile, though her mind was still caught up in the events of the day. She knew they were right—Seonghwa and Hongjoong both had strong personalities, and clashes were inevitable. But the way Seonghwa had walked away, his usual confidence gone, made her wonder how deep the rift had really gone.

Yn turned at the sound of Mingi's voice, his playful grin immediately catching her attention. He leaned casually against the railing, arms crossed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Behind him, Yeosang, who had been quietly observing, gave her a soft, knowing smile.

Mingi raised an eyebrow, his gaze filled with curiosity. "So, a princess, huh? What made you want to run away?" His tone was light, teasing, but there was a genuine interest there too. It was clear he was intrigued by her decision, and despite his usual easy-going demeanor, he wasn’t afraid to ask the tough questions.

" you try marrying a person you don't love" You said, sticking your tongue out.

Mingi chuckled at your response, shaking his head as he reached out and lightly ruffled your hair. "Fair point," he said, his tone filled with amusement.

" but i can assure you, you're not our first princess, princess" Yunho said, chuckling.

You raised an eyebrow at Yunho's words, the teasing tone in his voice sparking your curiosity. You turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "Oh?" you asked, genuinely intrigued. "And who might the other princesses be?"

" me"

You looked at a girl - who was clinging onto wooyoung who held a friendly smile. You smiled at her, jumping up and clung to her arm.

" you're going to be my new best friend"

----

It had been a week since Seonghwa had brought Yn aboard the ship, and the tension between him and Hongjoong was still thick in the air. The crew had begun to adjust to the presence of the princess among them, though things still felt unsettled. The laughter and lighthearted moments that had once filled the ship’s decks now seemed tempered by the silent rift between the captain and his first mate.

Yn, for her part, had tried to adapt to life on board, finding comfort in the camaraderie of the crew. She had formed a bond with Mingi and Yunho, and even the quieter members like Yeosang had made her feel welcome. Despite everything, the sea felt like the freedom she had been seeking, even if she knew things were far from perfect. But she couldn't ignore the unease whenever she passed Hongjoong or Seonghwa.

Hongjoong hadn’t spoken much to Seonghwa after their heated argument. The captain had kept his distance, his cold stares and sharp words hanging over their interactions like a storm cloud. It wasn’t just the crew who felt the divide; it was the air around the ship itself—heavy, charged, like a brewing storm just waiting to break.

Seonghwa had done his best to keep a low profile, sticking to his duties, but there was an underlying tension in his every movement. He tried to interact with the crew as normal, though it was clear that his thoughts were elsewhere, constantly shifting between guilt and frustration. His attempt to bring Yn into the fold had backfired in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and the guilt of betraying Hongjoong’s trust weighed on him more than he cared to admit.

For now, everything seemed to be in a holding pattern. The crew was going about their work, the usual banter and laughter returning in fits and starts, but there was still a heavy silence whenever Seonghwa or Hongjoong were around. It was clear that something needed to give, but no one could say when or how.

" hwa.."

Seonghwa looked at the princess, his chest tighten as he went back to peeling his orange. you huffed in annoyance, sitting beside him.

"im sorry for having hongjoong yell at you..."

Seonghwa's hand paused mid-peel, the orange's skin half-removed as his gaze softened. He had been avoiding this conversation, but the sincerity in your voice made it impossible to ignore. He let out a slow breath, his fingers carefully continuing their task as he glanced at you, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yn..." he began, his voice quiet but steady, "It's not your fault. Hongjoong has his reasons, even if they don’t always make sense to the rest of us."

You watched him for a moment, sensing the weight in his words. The crew might have laughed and joked, but you could see how much this whole situation was taking a toll on him. You reached out and placed a hand gently on his arm, your voice low but determined.

"I don’t want to be the reason for any more tension between you two," you said softly.

Seonghwa shook his head, " it was my decision princess, don't worry about it." You frowned, watching Seonghwa as he meticulously separated a segment of the orange and popped it into his mouth, clearly trying to end the conversation. But you couldn’t just let it go. His nonchalance only made the guilt in your chest heavier.

"But you’re paying for that decision," you said, your voice tinged with frustration. "Hongjoong hasn’t spoken to you in a week, Seonghwa. That’s not fair."

Seonghwa sighed, placing the rest of the orange down on the railing beside him. He turned to you, his dark eyes softening slightly. "Life isn’t fair, Princess. Especially not out here. I knew what I was doing when I brought you on board. I’d make the same choice again, even knowing the consequences."

Your heart clenched at his words, the conviction behind them making it hard to argue. Still, the guilt gnawed at you. "I just... I don’t want to be the cause of a rift in your crew. You’re all like a family. I’ve seen how much this ship and these people mean to you."

Seonghwa gave a small, bittersweet smile, brushing his hands off on his pants. "We are a family, but even families fight. Hongjoong will come around—he always does. He’s stubborn, but he’s not unreasonable. He’ll see why I made the choice I did, even if it takes time."

You stared at him for a moment, taking in the calm assurance in his voice. Even in the middle of this storm, Seonghwa seemed so composed, so unwavering.

"And if he doesn’t?" you asked quietly.

Seonghwa tilted his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. "Then I’ll just have to live with it. My loyalty to this crew isn’t in question, Princess. I brought you here because I believe you deserve a chance at freedom, just like the rest of us. If Hongjoong can’t accept that... well, I’ll deal with that when it comes."

Your chest tightened at his words, a mix of admiration and worry filling you. "You shouldn’t have to sacrifice so much for me," you said softly.

Seonghwa chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "You’ll find, Princess, that sacrifices are part of life. Especially out here. You just have to make sure what you’re sacrificing for is worth it."

He reached out and gently tapped the back of your hand, his touch reassuring. "And you are. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise."

months later ~

Hongjoong’s gaze was sharp as he leaned against the railing near Mingi, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were fixed on Yn, who was kneeling beside Yuna, both laughing as they worked on cleaning the fish they had just caught. Her movements were clumsy, a clear sign that she wasn’t used to such tasks, but her genuine effort seemed to amuse Yuna.

Mingi glanced at the captain, sensing the tension radiating from him. He shifted slightly, keeping one hand steady on the wheel while glancing between Hongjoong and the scene below.

“Still not warming up to her, huh?” Mingi asked, his tone light but careful.

Hongjoong’s lips twitched slightly, though he quickly masked it with a deep sigh. The sound of Yuna gagging in exaggerated disgust echoed across the deck as Yn doubled over in laughter, holding her sides.

“Oh, come on, Yuna, it’s just a little fish guts!” Yn teased, holding up her hands, which were covered in the slimy remains.

Yuna dramatically turned away, clutching her stomach. “Ugh, you’re worse than Wooyoung! I didn’t think that was even possible.”

“Hey!” Wooyoung called out from where he stood with Seonghwa, his mock-offended tone drawing more laughter from the crew.

Mingi grinned, glancing at Hongjoong out of the corner of his eye. “She’s fitting in, Captain. Whether you like it or not.”

Hongjoong didn’t respond, his gaze flicking back to Yn. She had taken a step closer to Yuna, holding out her hands playfully as if threatening to wipe the mess on her. Yuna shrieked and darted away, the two now engaged in a spirited chase across the deck.

Seonghwa hesitated for a moment as he approached you, his usual stoic demeanor faltering just slightly. Despite the fact that you were smeared with fish guts and laughing like a child, there was something about your smile that made his heart stumble in his chest.

“You’re making quite the impression, Princess,” he said, his voice laced with teasing as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You grinned up at him, wiping your hands on your already filthy cloak. “What can I say? I’m a fast learner. Yuna’s just being dramatic.”

From behind you, Yuna groaned loudly, still recovering from her exaggerated reaction. “Dramatic? You’re disgusting, Yn!”

Seonghwa chuckled, the sound soft but genuine. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a clean rag and offering it to you. “Here. Maybe clean up before someone mistakes you for part of the catch.”

You took the rag with a playful roll of your eyes, but your smile never wavered. As you wiped your hands, you looked up at him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you laugh this much since I got here, Seonghwa. Are you finally warming up to me?”

Seonghwa smirked, leaning slightly closer. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Princess. I’m just amused at how quickly you’ve adapted to life on the ship. Even if it’s... unconventional.”

You pretended to be offended, placing a hand over your heart. “Unconventional? I’ll have you know I’m blending in perfectly. Right, Yuna?”

Yuna, now leaning against the railing and catching her breath, shot Seonghwa a look. “She’s your problem now, Hwa. I’m done.”

Seonghwa shook his head, trying to suppress a laugh as you turned back to him with an innocent expression. “Looks like I’m stuck with you,” he said with mock resignation.

“Could be worse,” you replied, giving him a wink.

Seonghwa's smile faltered as his gaze shifted upward. Standing on the upper deck, Hongjoong’s figure loomed above, his expression unreadable. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, a silent exchange passing between them. Seonghwa’s chest tightened as he braced himself for whatever silent judgment his captain might be harboring.

Without a word, Hongjoong turned away and disappeared into the shadows of the helm, leaving Seonghwa standing there, the weight of that look settling heavily on his shoulders.

You followed Seonghwa’s gaze, frowning slightly. “He’s still upset, isn’t he?”

Seonghwa exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he tore his eyes away from where Hongjoong had stood. “Hongjoong’s always thinking five steps ahead. He’s not upset—he’s calculating.”

“Calculating what?” you asked, your tone gentle but curious.

Seonghwa hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Whether I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life bringing you here, Princess.”

Your heart sank at his words, but before you could respond, Seonghwa turned back to you, his expression softening slightly. “Don’t take it personally. Hongjoong doesn’t trust easily—it’s not just you. He’s always been like this.”

You gave him a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Still... I don’t want to be the reason things are strained between you two. I’ll prove I’m worth the risk.”

Seonghwa’s lips quirked upward in a faint smile. “You’ve got guts, Princess. I’ll give you that.”

As he spoke, the sound of Wooyoung’s laughter carried over from the other side of the deck, followed by Yuna’s mock protests. The ship seemed alive with energy, but the weight of Hongjoong’s lingering gaze hung in the back of Seonghwa’s mind.

“Come on,” Seonghwa said, nodding toward the rigging. “Let’s get you out of Yuna’s hair before she decides to throw you overboard.”

----

Seonghwa stood at the edge of the deck, his arms crossed as he watched you splash in the water with Yuna and Luna. The laughter that echoed across the ship was infectious, pulling a rare smile from his lips despite his usual stoic demeanor.

Yuna’s tail shimmered brightly under the sunlight, its scales catching the rays and casting iridescent patterns across the surface of the water. She flicked it playfully, sending a spray of water your way, making you squeal and shield your face. Luna’s laughter joined yours, her voice carrying easily over the gentle lapping of the waves.

"They’re like kids," Wooyoung muttered beside Seonghwa, leaning casually against the railing. His grin was wide, his eyes filled with amusement.

Seonghwa didn’t respond immediately, his gaze lingering on you as you tried to splash Yuna back, only to trip slightly in the shallow water and laugh at yourself. There was something so unguarded, so free, about the way you moved. It was a stark contrast to the formality you’d arrived with.

Seonghwa shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched you. "She deserves it," he murmured, more to himself than to Wooyoung.

Wooyoung, leaning lazily against the railing, raised an eyebrow at Seonghwa’s uncharacteristically soft expression. "You’re really gone, huh?" he teased, his grin mischievous. "Who would’ve thought Park Seonghwa, the unshakable first mate, has a soft spot for a runaway princess?"

Seonghwa shot him a look, but the blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. " say's the one who also helped a princess escape."

Wooyoung smirked, unfazed. " touche " he said with a shrug.

" when did you first knew you love yuna Wooyoung?" seonghwa asked, your laughter filling the air.

Wooyoung leaned against the railing, his trademark smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Seonghwa. But when he noticed your laughter echoing in the background, his grin softened into something more genuine.

"I think it was the first time she threatened to drown me."

Seonghwa’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Wooyoung. "You’re telling me you fell in love with her because she threatened to drown you?" he asked, his voice a mix of incredulity and concern.

Wooyoung, however, seemed entirely unfazed, chuckling under his breath. "What? I like my women spicy," he replied nonchalantly, his grin never faltering. "Yuna was fiery from the start, and that’s what I liked. She wasn’t scared to speak her mind, even if it meant threatening to drag me under."

Seonghwa blinked at him, clearly trying to process the absurdity of it all. "You’re insane, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung just shrugged, still amused by the whole memory. "Hey, it wasn’t just the threat. It was the way she stood her ground. Most people would’ve run off or apologized right away, but not her. She looked me in the eye and said, ‘I’ll drown you if you don’t let me go,’ and I respected that."

Seonghwa sighed, rubbing his temples as he let the words sink in. "Only you, Wooyoung."

"Well, yeah," Wooyoung said, flashing a playful grin. "But you can’t say it didn’t work. I’m still here."

Seonghwa glanced at Yuna, who was laughing with you at the edge of the water. His expression softened slightly, despite the ridiculousness of Wooyoung’s words. "I think we all know you’re a lost cause when it comes to Yuna," he muttered under his breath.

Wooyoung caught the look in Seonghwa’s eyes and nudged him lightly with his elbow. "Don’t look at me like that, Hwa. You know how it is. Once you meet someone like her, there’s no turning back."

Seonghwa didn’t reply, but the quiet understanding between them was enough. Seonghwa watched as you waved at him, your hair glistening with droplets of water, a soft smile on your face. For a brief moment, there was a quiet tenderness in his gaze before it was interrupted by Luna, who tackled you into the water with a loud splash. Seonghwa couldn’t help but chuckle at the playful chaos unfolding in front of him. Yeah, he knew you would be the one.

----

" alright, now that we are on port. Seonghwa and yn will be the ones to head to the market and get our supplies. You four are to stay here. understood." Hongjoong said, glaring at the wooyoung, yeosang, yuna and luna.

The crew stood in silence, their attention on Hongjoong as he issued his orders. Wooyoung, Yeosang, Yuna, and Luna exchanged looks, none of them exactly thrilled with the captain’s decision, but they didn’t argue. Hongjoong's tone left little room for protest.

"Understood, Captain," Seonghwa said smoothly, his voice carrying the weight of authority, though he kept his expression neutral. He shot a quick glance at you, offering a faint smile that was more reassuring than anything.

"Yeah, yeah, we got it," Wooyoung muttered, crossing his arms as he leaned against the railing, clearly less than thrilled with being left behind. "But don’t take too long, alright? We’ll get bored without you two."

Yuna rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched in a smile. "I swear, Wooyoung, you act like we're going on some grand adventure. It's just supplies."

"You don’t understand," Wooyoung responded dramatically. "I need my entertainment."

Luna, standing beside Yuna, snorted with laughter, shaking her head. "You always need entertainment, Wooyoung."

Hongjoong ignored their banter, his eyes sharp as he turned toward you and Seonghwa. "Get what we need and don’t get distracted. Keep it quick, and be back by sundown."

"Of course, Captain," you replied, giving Hongjoong a small but respectful nod.

Seonghwa gave Hongjoong a quick salute, and with that, the two of you made your way down the gangplank, stepping onto the bustling port. The air was filled with the scent of fresh fish, spices, and the sounds of merchants calling out their wares. The market was as lively as ever, a perfect mix of locals and travelers all haggling over goods.

As you moved through the bustling market with Seonghwa by your side, you couldn’t help but notice the way his hand hovered just above your hood, always careful to make sure it stayed securely in place. His attention to detail, the way he made sure you were safe and concealed, was endearing in its own way. It was as if the world could fall apart around him, but he would never let anything harm you—no matter how small the threat.

Your heart fluttered a little as he moved closer, his presence a calm anchor in the sea of noise and chaos around you. You could feel the slight brush of his fingers near your hood every now and then as he adjusted it, making sure it stayed tucked perfectly, hidden from the prying eyes of the market.

"Seonghwa," you began softly, your voice a little more than a whisper to avoid drawing attention. "You’re really careful, aren’t you?"

He glanced at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It’s better this way. I don’t want anyone to notice you—especially not now."

There was something about the way he said it, so matter-of-factly, that made your chest tighten with a mix of appreciation and something deeper. It wasn’t just about keeping your identity a secret; it was about looking out for you, taking care of you without question.

"Thank you," you whispered, the words soft but meaningful. You weren’t sure why, but something about the way he was being so attentive made your heart race, the fluttering growing in intensity as you kept walking beside him.

Finally heading back, seonghwa pulled you aside - taking you a different route. Seonghwa gently pulled you to the side, his hand briefly grazing your arm as he steered you away from the main road. You shot him a curious glance, wondering why he was taking a different route back to the ship.

"Seonghwa?" you asked softly, your voice filled with a quiet question as you glanced back toward the main thoroughfare. "Why are we going this way?"

Seonghwa's smile was soft, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Taking the scenic route," he repeated, his voice a little more playful now. "Seems fitting, don't you think? A quiet walk before we get back to the chaos of the ship."

You couldn't help but smile back at him, the tension easing just a little as the humor in his tone reached you. "I suppose you’re right. It’s nice to have a moment of peace."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a brief moment before he continued, guiding you along the less-traveled path. "We don’t always get those on board, do we? But sometimes, it’s good to slow down... even if only for a little while."

As you walked beside him, the atmosphere felt lighter, more relaxed. The market’s noise was a distant memory now, replaced by the sound of your footsteps on the cobblestone and the faint rustling of the wind. It was a rare, calm moment, one you found yourself savoring in his company.

"Are you always this careful with everyone?" you asked, teasing lightly but also genuinely curious.

Seonghwa chuckled softly, the sound warm and comforting. "Not always," he admitted with a shrug. "But I’ve learned to look out for the people who matter."

His words lingered in the air between you two, and for a moment, you both walked in silence, the unspoken connection between you growing with each step.

As you neared the ship again, you felt a little reluctant to let go of this calm moment. But Seonghwa’s steady presence beside you made the transition back to the chaos of the crew feel a little more manageable.

"Thank you, Seonghwa," you said again, your voice sincere. "For everything."

He glanced at you, his smile softening even more, and for a brief moment, you saw something deeper in his eyes, something that made your heart flutter again.

Your breath hitched as Seonghwa's arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you in closer. The world around you seemed to blur as his presence filled your senses. His proximity, his warmth—it all felt so overwhelming, and yet comforting in a way you couldn't quite explain.

Your eyes locked for a brief moment, your heart racing as you felt the heat between you grow. His gaze softened, but there was something intense in it, something that made the air between you both crackle with unspoken words. The space between your faces closed, your noses brushing lightly, sending a shiver down your spine.

You took a steadying breath, the pulse in your chest quickening as you made the decision. In a sudden movement, you pulled Seonghwa closer, closing the gap between you. His breath caught in his throat as your lips were mere inches away, the heat of your bodies pressing against each other. The world around you seemed to stop for a brief moment, leaving only the intensity of this connection.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened, surprised by the sudden boldness, but there was no hesitation in his actions. His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in even closer as if he’d been waiting for this moment, too.

The closeness between you two was undeniable now. Your hearts beat in sync, and as you tilted your head slightly, your lips finally brushed against his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, the warmth of his lips, the pressure of his touch—everything about the moment was magnetic.

Seonghwa's hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you gently but firmly as the kiss grew more intense, more urgent. You responded in kind, feeling the sparks of connection surge through your veins, the tension that had built over time finally being released in this single act.

The world faded away as the two of you were lost in the moment, the only things that mattered being the closeness, the intimacy, the feeling of finally crossing the line that had always been just out of reach.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and with hearts still racing, Seonghwa’s gaze was intense, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. His forehead rested against yours as he whispered, voice hushed, "I've wanted that... for so long."

You swallowed, your fingers still lightly tracing his jaw. "Me too," you admitted quietly, your voice shaky but filled with the truth of the moment.

Seonghwa gave you a soft, crooked smile, his eyes softening as he leaned in to kiss you once more, but this time, slower, as if savoring every moment.

[hoshifighting]

seungkwan sporty college fling?? plss 🤭🫦

a/n: first of all— IUSHDIASUHIUNFIABDIASUDIUBFIUHE the fach that he's exactly my type makes me weak on the kneeeeees!! second: WITH THE PICS ALREADY? LOVE YOU! WARNINGS: smut, fluff, med student!reader who's interning in the university's infirmary, handjob, oral (m. receiving)

sporty college fling!seungkwan who's, like, everywhere on campus. if there’s a sport to play, you bet your ass he’s signed up. volleyball, tennis, soccer, basketball, swimming, god, even frisbee if it means he gets to be out there showing off. and, look, it’s not even about the attention—though he loves that, too. he just loves the energy, the cheers from the sidelines, the way he can walk off the field dripping sweat, grinning like he just won the damn lottery.

so when he catches wind that you’re interning in the college infirmary? oh, he’s already scheming. you had no idea he knew you were there, but seungkwan’s been keeping tabs on you ever since that one history class last semester, where he’d sit behind you just to crack dumb jokes and steal your notes when you weren’t looking. he’s been hovering on the edge of your radar ever since, some mix of a friend and a tease that’s always around, always a little too close, always making you laugh even when you’re trying to focus.

so of course, it’s not a coincidence that today he’s on the field, pulling a stunt in the middle of a perfectly normal soccer game. there’s a loud yelp, and before you know it, seungkwan’s got his ass on the ground, clutching his ankle like he’s been hit by a truck. dramatic doesn’t even cover it. a friend tries to help him up, but he waves them off like he’s gotta handle this himself.

“nah, nah, i need a professional,” he says, wincing like he’s in some world-class pain, all while side-eyeing the infirmary building. eventually, the whole team’s staring at him, and the coach—who’s definitely onto him, by the way—just sighs and gestures toward the infirmary.

“alright, go get checked out,” he grumbles, “and don’t make it a habit, boo.”

so in he limps, or, well, mostly fakes limping. you’re organizing the medicine cabinet when you hear him stumble in, and the second you turn around and see him putting on that pitiful, injured expression, you know something’s up.

“oh, my god,” you deadpan, crossing your arms. “what happened this time, seungkwan?”

he sighs, laying it on thick. “soccer injury,” he says, wincing as he hobbles over to sit on the infirmary bed. “took a hard hit. they said only the best in here can take care of me.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing the ice pack and tossing it to him. “you know i can see through this bullshit, right?”

he smirks, barely able to keep up the act as he catches the ice pack and shrugs. “hey, i thought i’d at least get a little sympathy. i could be bleeding out, you know?”

“from your ankle? really?” you quip back, unable to stop the grin forming on your face. he shrugs and presses the ice pack to his ankle, looking around like he’s already scouting out what else he can mess with in here. it’s like he doesn’t even have to try—just exists, and it’s annoying but also kind of cute how he always manages to get away with it.

sporty college fling!seungkwan in those thin-ass shorts that they cling in all the right places, showing off his thick thighs, flexing calves, and the outline that has you looking anywhere but his lap whenever he walks into the infirmary. he’s got that sporty glow, a little sweat-slick, hair sticking to his forehead, flushed cheeks from running around, and that cocky smirk that’s always somewhere between friendly and downright dangerous.

so when you’re shrugging off your white coat, your tank top sticking a bit because the damn AC is broken, you catch him watching. his eyes go half-lidded, looking you up and down like you’re not a damn intern who’s just here to patch him up. he can’t even help it, a tiny little gulp as you reach back, trying to hold his knee steady while you clean up the latest scrape. and you lean over him—just a little closer to get a good angle—but the look on his face is downright sinful. he’s flushed deeper than ever, lips parted, eyes blown out like he’s somewhere far away from just a check-up.

and then you see it. oh, he’s really trying to keep it together, but that bulge is so obvious, so tight against the fabric of his shorts, it’s almost painful just looking at it. he’s shifting in place, his thighs pressing together, his hands gripping the edge of the bed, trying so damn hard to play it cool. trying being the keyword. you glance up, arching an eyebrow, giving him a once-over that has his face going from flushed to wrecked.

“you, uh… need help with anything else?” you murmur, voice dropping a bit, glancing between his lap and his face like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

he damn near chokes on his own breath, a helpless moan slipping out before he can stop it, his hips shifting forward as if he’s waiting for permission. and he spreads his legs wider, scooting to the edge of the bed, that smug smile barely peeking through as he bites his lip, knowing exactly what he’s about to ask for without saying a single word.

when you step forward and slip your hand between his legs, fingers skimming over the fabric, he lets out a broken sigh, tipping his head back with this blissed-out look that makes your heart pound.

sporty college fling!seungkwan whos losing his cool right in front of you, his little fantasy about to come true as you start to pull down those shorts, that look of relief as your hand wraps around him.

he’s biting his lip so hard it’s a wonder he doesn’t draw blood, trying to muffle the whimpers spilling out as you give him a few slow strokes, teasing just enough to make him squirm.

“fuck,” he hisses, pressing his palm tighter against his mouth, eyes wide as he glances toward the door like he’s expecting someone to walk in. you can’t help but chuckle softly; the thought of getting caught makes this whole thing even hotter. the university walls are so thin you can practically hear the whispers in the hallway, and seungkwan's face is a so desperate.

“c’mon, be quiet,” you tease, your voice low as you lean in a bit closer, brushing your thumb over the slick tip of his cock. it’s dripping now, and you can feel the pre-cum pooling in your hand, making it so easy to slide your fingers along his length. he whimpers again, muffling the sound with his hand, and it’s the kind of sweet, desperate noise that makes you want to do this forever.

“i can’t help it,” he whispers, trying to keep his voice down but failing miserably, and you can’t tell if he’s more embarrassed by how loud he is or by the way he’s getting even harder under your touch. you pick up the pace a bit, letting your fingers work him as his breath hitches, eyes rolling back just a little.

he clenches his eyes shut, the way he arches his back, trying to chase the pleasure.. his grip on his mouth tightens, and you can see the strain in his muscles, how he’s fighting against the urge to let it all out.

his gaze drops, catching on your fingers wrapped around him, nails perfectly manicured and glinting as they move, slow at first and then faster, like you’re testing just how much he can take. his eyes flick up, and the sight of your chest, bouncing with each stroke, almost sends him over the edge. it’s the kind of view he could lose himself in—is losing himself in—and he can’t look away, no matter how much he wants to keep his cool.

the slick, wet sound fills the small space, louder than his shaky breaths, louder than the little whimpers he’s trying so hard to hold back. his hips buck up, chasing the friction, and you can see him practically falling apart in your hand, his lip pulled between his teeth as he fights to stay quiet. it’s no use, though; his control is slipping, and he knows it.

“fuck—” he chokes out, voice breaking as his hand clamps over his mouth again, but his eyes stay glued to you, watching every single move you make. he swallows, pupils blown wide, his gaze flicking between your hand and your face. he looks like he’s about to burst any second.

the second your lips wrap around just the tip of his cock, seungkwan’s hands fly to his mouth, but it’s useless. the control he’d tried so hard to keep shatters instantly. a loud, ragged moan escapes, so reckless it could probably be heard down the hall, but he doesn’t care anymore.

“oh, fuck—no, wait, wait,” he gasp-whines, hands gripping the edge of the infirmary bed. his hips buck, but he’s melting under your touch, eyes rolling back as you swirl your tongue just around the head. its like his body’s got a mind of its own now, the pleasure overtaking everything else, every little shudder amplified. the quiet whimpers turn to full-on, desperate moans—he’s way past caring if anyone outside hears.

and then—before he can even manage a warning so you could take your mouth off him—his whole body tightens, and he’s coming, spilling over your tongue, a hot, sudden burst that has him gasping. his hand fly up, fingers digging into his own hair, breathless as he watches

he tries to collect himself. his legs feel weak, like he’s just finished sprinting through campus, but it’s way better than any game high. his legs are trembling, knees wobbling as he hops off the bed, trying to look at least half put-together while he straightens his shorts. but one look at your smirk, and he’s got that shy, red-faced grin back, a little embarrassed.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who keeps sneaking into the infirmary for a “checkup” every chance he gets, especially after practice, because, according to him, “gotta make sure i’m in top shape, right?”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who starts showing up with snacks for you after practice—sweaty, still in his shorts and jersey, claiming they’re for you so “you don’t have to eat that vending machine crap all day.”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who eventually works up the courage to pull you into a storage room between rounds, pushing you against a shelf with that smirk of his, whispering, “you didn’t think i forgot about how good you looked last time, did you?”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who practically has your schedule memorized by now, showing up at the infirmary right when you’re alone, leaning against the doorframe as he says, “miss me yet?” like he’s not been haunting your thoughts all damn day.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who starts leaving you little notes in your bag with ridiculous messages, like “come to my game, i need my lucky charm,” with a winking face drawn on it. and when you finally show up, he plays like his life depends on it, catching your eye in the crowd every chance he gets, shooting you that smirk as he sprints down the field.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who gets bolder every time you’re alone, wrapping his arm around your waist in the empty hallway, backing you against the wall, grinning when you shoot him a look. “don’t act so innocent,” he murmurs, tilting his head down to kiss you until you’re breathless, leaving you flushed and slightly disheveled before slipping away like nothing happened.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who gives you his hoodie on chilly nights after practice, watching with a satisfied grin as you pull it over your head. he’d even say, “looks better on you, anyway,” then stroll off, pretending not to be thrilled seeing you in his clothes.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who one day catches you in the library and somehow convinces you to sneak into one of the back study rooms, grinning as he shuts the door and pulls you close, whispering, “been dying to get you alone, you know that?” before pressing his lips to yours, hands sliding up your back as if he’s got nowhere else he’d rather be.

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who gives you a hard time for staying late at the infirmary, texting you, “don’t make me come drag you out myself,” and then showing up anyway. he lingers, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking at you with a smug smile and saying, “told you i’d come get you.”

sporty college fling!seungkwan, who finally asks you to stay over after a game, all soft and flushed from the adrenaline, looking at you with those bright, honest eyes. he murmurs, “you know, i don’t really want this to just be a fling,” his hand slipping into yours.

[awkward-writes-shit]

Mercenaries x Reader on Laughing Gas who calls them handsome

In this order; Heavy, Medic, Spy, Sniper, Scout, Demoman, Engineer, Soldier, Pyro

Heavy

“You’re handsome…”

The man was too stunned to speak. Medic told him you were going to be real honest when under laughing gas, but he wants expecting THIS.

He finds you adorable like this. You’re absolutely smaller than him (Unless you’re a tall queen/ruler/king, in which we stan * finger snaps *) and carries you around until you’re able to think straight again.

10/10.

Medic

He puts you under just for fun because he finds you cute like this, so he’s gotten used to your loopy speech

“You’re handsome…” “Danke Taube.”

Still makes him giddy every time you compliment him though. Watches you stumble around the room like a toddler.

7/10

Spy

”You’re handsome…”

He knows. He appreciates it, but he knows.

“Merci. You’re a mess…”

Finds your loopy behaviour cute and slightly entertaining. Wouldn’t actively go out of his way to help you, but will keep an eye on you so you don’t end up killing yourself.

6/10

Sniper

“You’re handsome…”

He’s flustered immediately, does the awkward pulling hat down to cover the blush move.

“Thanks Sheila…”

Probably gonna get baby locked in his van due to him not wanting you to get hurt, but also having no idea how to care for you.

8/10

Scout

“You’re handsome…”

Stop inflating his ego, you’ve doomed the others for the next hour.

“YA’ HEAR THAT BUSH MAN?! MA GIRL THINKS I’M HANDSOME”

Bro probably puts you on one of those weird monkey leashes that you put bad kids on (Couldn’t be me…) and just watches you with so much entertainment.

8/10

Demoman

“You’re handsome…”

Dude’s drunk 24/7 so you’re basically the same person at this point.

“No, YER handsome… Beautiful… Pretty… Yeah…”

He’s constantly taking care of his mom, so you’re in good hands. No sharp objects, no fire, no Pyro, absolutely no Pyro, you’re safe.

10/10

Engineer

“You’re handsome…”

So much blush on that poor Texas man’s face.

“Aw… Thanks sweet pea… How ya’ feelin’?”

We stan a man who’s concerned about you. Keeps you in his workshop while he works. More than willing to explain to you what he’s doing like you’re 5.

10/10

Soldier

“You’re handsome…”

He’s a really loud person so everyone is going to know that you called him handsome.

“OF COURSE I’M HANDSOME! I AM THE GREATEST AMERICAN ON EARTH!”

Dude would have no idea what to do with you. Heavy just ends up taking care of you.

2/10

Pyro

“You’re handsome…”

‘Happy Pyro noises’

Definitely not the best at taking care of people, but in you’re loopy state, he’s amazing.

Y’all are absolutely gonna do stuff like colouring, playing with his unicorns, and absolutely cuddling.

[hypernova-writes]

You're doing sm heavy lifting in the fandom, what an icon. Can i pls request some nsfw sniper hcs? Anything you'd like really! 💜

A/n: YES YES YOU MAYYYYYYYY I LOVE ME SOME SNIPER- I am literally so FERAL for this man, It’s a problem.

NSFW Sniper Headcanons

So let’s start off with what I think Sniper would be into.

he’s a switch, he could be a hard dom, to a really subby brat.

I think he would be into Light BDSM(giving and recieving), Def the Predator/Prey kink(giving), Overstimulation(Giving and receiving), Breeding, Oral fixation (giving), and cockwarming.

DIRTY TALK DIRTY TALK DIRTY TALKKKKKK. This man [Along with Spy, Medic and Scout] LOVES IT.

"You're my little fuckin' whore..mine..all fuckin' mine."

"That's right..scream my name..let them know im fuckin' you."

"Shit..yes..make a mess on my cock Sheila..fuckk.."

Degradation too, he loves telling you how much of a whore you are while you’re being fucked.

He’s a growler, he will growl in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how well you take his cock.

“Damn..look at you..takin’ my cock like such a good whore..”

Definitely is one to try out positions, but his favorite are doggystyle, cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, mating press, and the butterfly.

Has tried fucking you while standing, it unlocked something in his brain, you did not walk for two days after that.

Is open to pegging but doesn’t know how to bring it up…really wants to try it with you.

Mick loves eating you out, that man could sit down and do it for days. Sit on his face please, suffocate that man, and he will die and respawn as a different man with a taste for your cunt.

"C'mon..'roo..sit on my face..I need ya.."

He loves receiving head too, it’s the quickest way to hear Sniper’s moans, especially the high pitched whiney ones.

Bringing more on the oral fixation, when every he’s fucking you from behind, he likes hooking two fingers in your mouth, pressing on your tongue. He likes how it makes you clench around him, the way you drool over his fingers makes him just want to fuck you harder.

He also likes it when you press your fingers in his mouth when he’s subbing, when you’re tired of his whining and bratty behavior and press your fingers down on his tongue. It sends him higher than a kite.

Speaking of being high- I headcanon that he smokes weed, definitely would be into shotgunning. Riding him while he blows smoke into your mouth.

I know it’s late in the Headcanons to talk about his dick size but I think that man is PACKING, like a good 6 inches soft, 7 inches hard, girth, but not too big, like its just right enough to make you scream his name~.

WILL bully you (lovingly) when you struggle to take him.

“Mhm..look at you struggling to take my fucking cock..you can do it..”

“Aww?..is it too much? It wasn’t too much when i was fuckin’ you into my mattress earlier..”

LIKE AHHHH I NEED THIS MANNNNNNNN

Accurate depiction of me.

[scozthewoz]

merc sleeping headcanons

actually these are canon i watch them sleep

spy ▪︎ does not snore. or make any noise whatsoever. or move. he looks like a corpse when he sleeps aside from the very very subtle rise and fall of his chest. and he cannot fall asleep unless he's wrapped in 4,000 dollar silk sheets. he's also a very light sleeper and shoots up everytime the base groans or creaks.

scout ▪︎ snores suprisingly disruptively! still being obnoxious even in the clutches of slumber! he also fidgets like crazy, tosses and turns, and twists into the most ridiculous positions. he wakes up half-hanging off the bed with his blankets scattered on the floor most days.

medic ▪︎ also sleeps very corpse-like, but his breathing is more audible. he does NOT like going to bed and very frequently passes out on his desk. definitely has terrible insomnia he refuses to treat or acknowledge.

engineer ▪︎ also a workbench passer-outer, but instead of insomnia he's just the worst workaholic ever. and he snores like crazy. he'll usually wake up and just get right back to what he was working on like nothing happened.

soldier ▪︎ an incredibly active sleeper like scout. he's usually bear hugging something throughout the night whether it be zhanna, a pillow, or a giant teddy bear pyro gifted. death grip. you cannot escape it. he snores AND drools. bro sleeps like a dog having a bad dream

pyro ▪︎ nobody sees this thing sleep. the rare times it's witnessed, she's all curled up like a cat on the floor of her room with a stuffed animal. its unsure if they're actually sleeping however, because they do it so lightly that they immediately wake up if someone even glances at them, and the mask obviously obscures their face.

heavy ▪︎ sleeps like a fucking log, on his back, completely motionless. you can't wake this guy up. he'd sleep through a nuclear disaster. he has a snore that shakes the walls. he also has a very extensive nightly routine which involves checking on medic and taking him to bed if needed.

sniper ▪︎ his back is all messed up because he falls alseep just about anywhere. he can be in the most uncomfortable position you've ever seen just having a little cat nap. he's a very light sleeper though, so he wakes just as easily as he dozes off. his sleep schedule is so fucked he's surviving on coffee and willpower.

demo ▪︎ he also has a habit of passing out in random locations, usually from drunkenness. the other mercs find him in all kinds of wacky fucking places around the base just honk mimimi-ing away and have to drag him to his room. even when he's sober that day, he does rely on alcohol to go to sleep. it's not healthy.

[ramblinscramblin]

I LOVE THE KISSING HCS!! You wrote all the characters super duper well!! May I request reader is super busy and doesn't have enough time for mercs? And how the mercs would react? >,>

(Esp sniper, I feel like once he finds someone he trusts, he becomes the most clingiest man..)

→Mercs with a Busy Reader!

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst

Characters: all the mercs!

Yes!! Thanks so much for the req anon, here we go! I decided to do an established relationship for this one, hope that’s alright!

Scout

Oh this will not be tolerated.

Scout is near impossible to ignore when he wants something, persistent beyond belief. If he wants your attention he is going to do whatever he has to do to get it.

The times where you do have time for him he spends most of it whining about how little he sees you.

When he’s not doing that though, Scout is constantly checking to make sure you’re having a good time with him. Going out of his way to make you laugh more than usual, and doing stupid things to get your attention.

Really afraid of you getting bored of him, and thinks you being busy will make you forget why you like him.

Abandonment issues are a bitch.

He is pretty pathetic, but he’s too proud to say any of it out loud, so he keeps it to himself. Just follows you around like a lost dog when you’re around, talking your ear off about all the things you missed while you were busy.

Doesn’t allow for a second of silence, just trying to keep your attention as much as possible. He’s so used to feeling like he has to work for attention so he’s not any different with you.

“Oh, did I tell you what happened with the teleporta’ the other day? It was wild, straight up I…” he continues rambling on and on.

At first you mistake it for genuine excitement for spending time with you again, but eventually you realize how disjointed his rants are and how anxious he sounds. He’s hardly even breathing in between sentences.

“Scout, scout! Slow down, relax,” you say in a light chuckle, grabbing his hand. Rubbing your thumb along the back of it. “Take it easy babe, deep breaths.”

“What? What happened?” He asked cluelessly, probably didn’t even realize he was doing it.

You just give him a big kiss, and then another for good measure.

You reassure him how much you like him, and how you being busy doesn’t change that at all. Once you start being all sweet to him he will turn to mush in your arms whining about how you’ve been neglecting him.

You make sure to give him some much needed attention that night.

Demoman

Demo HATES it when you’re busy. He’s way less clingy than Scout is, and definitely less pathetic about it, but it gets under his skin in a crazy way.

Will probably plan a cutesy date for you two. But when you get pulled away again? God he’s crushed.

Drinks to deal with it, that’s the only real way he knows how to deal with big feelings, so this is no different really.

You come back to an absolute blubbering mess, it’s almost impossible to understand him, but you definitely get the gist.

Felt so rejected that you left from the thing he planned for the two of you, and you feel SO GUILTY. You had felt bad before, but Tavish is pretty good about hiding his hurt so you figured he’d be okay.

You drop everything to stay with him that night of course, and the two of you share a nice quiet night together.

As soon as he wakes up he starts apologizing, remembering how he acted the night before.

“Oh my god, m’ so sorry,” he said the second he opened his eyes.

You kiss his forehead “no I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry for skipping out on our date.”

“S’okay,” he mumbled, just happy to have you here now.

You make it up to him by having a really romantic date night with him.

Sniper

Yes anon just like you said he is the clingiest man.

Shows it in weird covert ways though, just following you around like a shadow. Sometimes you kind of forget he’s there.

Doesn’t want to really say anything because he knows it’s not like it’s your choice to be busy, he knows you rather spend all your time with him. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that he feels super neglected.

I imagine he’s pretty secure typically, but he might become nervous that you’re getting tired of him. Won’t show any of that, you’ll probably never know about it.

Frequently calls his parents about you, they get annoyed at his lamenting. But they’re happy he finally found someone he can tolerate.

He doesn’t mind alone time in relationships honestly, but it gets to a point where it’s too much for him.

This is really the only time he’s the one to initiate physical contact, pretty much the second the two of you are alone.

(Given of course that the two of you have already been together for a considerable amount of time).

“Sniper I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy—“ he cut you off by wrapping his arms around you and kissing your face all over.

You yelp in surprise but ultimately just let him get it all out of his system, fighting it would be unwise. Not that you’d want too.

Once he’s done he pulls back staring at you intently “so I take it you missed me,” you say a little slyly.

He shrugs a little, leaning down to kiss your neck “maybe a lil’” he says softly.

You’re not getting away from him for a long time, may as well just accept it.

Solider

Solider isn’t clingy, and can exist perfectly fine without you.

Not like he wants to though, much prefers life with you in it.

Will act cranky without you though, much harder on the other mercs when you’re busy.

They literally beg you to spend more time with him, he’s killing them.

Extremely excited when you give him some much needed quality time

“Cupcake!” He exclaimed crushing your spine as he picked you up into a big head.

“I missed you too, love,” you struggle out, “but if you could please— you’re crushing me.”

He’s smiling the whole time as he complains about how terrible his teams has been treating him, loves it when you sympathize for him.

Absolutely mopey if you get pulled away again.

So long as when you’re with him you aren’t distracted and there are times when you are with him then he doesn’t take much offense to it. Considers himself to be a fairly busy individual as well, doesn’t mind going your separate ways. My man is secure af in relationships.

Engineer

Engineer, too, is a very busy individual, so he doesn’t take much offense to it.

But he gets tense without you, your his rock and he loses himself in his work if you’re not around enough.

The two of you have to make a mutual agreement to not get so wrapped up in your work.

When you two are together you probably just spend a lot of time enjoying how quiet and calm things are when you aren’t buried under projects.

Maybe you even make some space to get work done together, like taking whatever you’re doing into his workshop. If you’re going to be busy, may as well be busy together.

“Hon, could you pass me that wrench?” Engie asked, holding one of his machines in place.

Without looking up from your project you pick up the wrench “here you are dear,” you say casually handing it to him.

“Much obliged,” he responded, and the two of you returned to your own little worlds.

Parallel play goes crazy.

Pyro

Pyro doesn’t like it one bit.

Things feel calmer when you’re around, and when you’re not, they can feel quite discorded and lonely. They feel like you’re one of the few people who actually may understand them, so when you’re not around they tend to feel pretty lost and upset.

It’s not like they need you, but you make things more manageable for them.

You come back to a big fire I bet, as that’s Pyros only real way of expressing their emotions.

You feel really bad for leaving them all alone and try to make it up to them with a lot of cuddles and kisses. It almost works.

You really do have to make up with them, not just because you love them but for the sake of all the flammable things and people in the area.

You guys spend a lot of quality time together after that, and Pyro keeps you from ever going too far. Not that you mind though.

Medic

Medic gets very passive aggressive when he’s not given enough attention.

You might actually think you being buys is not a problem at first, the way he continues to insist that he doesn’t care. But after enough under his breath comments it becomes glaringly obvious that he actually does care.

He gets really huffy and cold when he feels neglected. You’re gonna have to do a lot to win his favor back.

“Come on, I said I was sorry,” you say with a frown.

“I said I don’t care,” Medic huffs

You roll your eyes as Medic turns his back on you, you sigh a little "okay well, I care. It was so very cruel of me to neglect you like that. I'm sorry my dear."

Medic presses his lips together to hide his smile "well you had better be!" He exclaims crossing his arms.

Pretty needy after that, you have to be on top of quality time with him from that point on.

He really does try to be understanding but he's a high maintenance partner and the two of you knew that going into things, so you have to just accept that fact.

Flowers and chocolate may be in order to get back into his good graces.

Heavy

Heavy is also pretty secure.

He's needy, but he is secure enough to not take it personally.

When you are around him he doesn't do any thing special beyond being a little bit more touchy with you, it's usually pretty unnoticable, but if you look it there.

You were telling him a story once from a time when you spent a long time away from him, and he stroked your arm as you talked.

"Heavy--" you say beetween a chuckle "--that tickles."

"Well maybe Heavy misses you while you're away," He says lowly as his fingers trace down your arm and to your hand.

"Oh you're such a sap!" You exclaim.

Heavy won't say it (because he doesn't want you to feel pressured) but he would absolutely love it if you surprised him with a romantic date night when you came to see him after a week of being busy. He doesn't need it, but it is very much appreciated.

Really doesn't want to come off as clingy and will go to great lengths to not be seen as such.

He totally is though, whoops.

Spy

Being the romantic that he is he likely finds some creative way to get your attention.

Maybe he let's himself into your room and sets up a romantic night in for the two of you, your favorite food and wine, candles and roses, all the works.

Pretends it's all for you and your benefit, Spy of course is too high and mighty to actually miss anyone. Even if that's what it really seems like what is happening.

"Wow I can't believe you did all this for me," you say gently, sitting at the seat that Spy pulled out for you.

"Of course, the very best for you mon amour," he says pushing you in towards the dinner he set out for the two of you "I know how very terrible it must've been without me."

His expression his smug as he sits down in front of you, picking up his glass of wine "sure, this is all definitely for me," you say teasingly, before he responds you continue "I wish you had told me before though, I don't exactly feel romantic date night ready."

He assures you that you look perfect, and if not conviced he certainly knows something else you can change into to look even better.

Spy just goes right into grand gesture mode when anything in the relationship happens.

Spy thinks very highly of himself, so he's not really worried about you getting bored of him or how much time you spend together.

Needy in his own way though.

Eek! I hope this is okay anon I've been having the worst writers block,,, sorry its so late I hope u like it! ≧◡≦

[abiatackerman]

Rejection

Event: @levievent "Levi Month 24"

🍷 Day 25: Drunk/Drugged 🍷

Canon universe! Captain Levi Ackerman X Scout (unidentified rank) Reader! Comedy! Fluff! Slight curse words! 1.2K words!

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"What does he think of himself? He may be the strongest soldier but he's nothing but an arrogant ass. A rude-boring-short arrogant ass! How dare he? He rejected me? Actually a shitty person like him didn't even deserve my confession in the first place!"

You hiss with anger as you gulp all the liquor of the glass with just a single sip. You harshly put the glass on the table and glare at the brunette who's sitting beside you.

"You're to blame too! 'I'm 99.9% sure Levi's crazy for you! Just go and tell your feelings I bet he'll then share his feelings too!' Well, fuck your assumptions, Hange. And fuck that midget! Look, where you've led me! I'm now humiliated, heartbroken, furious and drinking like a stupid bitch. All because of your assumptions!"

You scold Hange with a loud voice, a voice which is completely indicating that you're 100% drunk. You clumsily try to reach the bottle but Hange quickly moves that away from your reach.

"Listen girl, first of all I said I was 99.9% sure. There was a 0.1% chance that he'll reject you. Also he didn't actually reject you, he just told you not to be dramatic. He was doing paperwork when you went to confess and I guess he was actually shy to accept your proposal."

You glare at Hange and they smile nervously. Because she's feeling that you're furious and you probably want to throw something at her. Hange quickly checks if there's something in your reach or not.

"He literally told me 'Stop being dramatic and mind your own business, dumbass' when I just confessed to him? Pouring all my emotions, I expressed my emotions to him as clearly as I could and he did what? Told me to mind my own business? Called me a dumbass and started to sign some paperworks?! Well, he's right though I'm totally a fool. I shouldn't have proposed to him in the first place. And hey lemme drink!"

You try to reach out for the bottle which Hange is holding too high for you to reach.

"No girly, enough drink for tonight. You're totally wasted. More drinking will take you nowhere other than resulting in severe headaches. So let's not pain yourself anymore for an arrogant ass shorty."

Hange's words calm you down and you move away.

"Right, why was I drinking anyway? He doesn't deserve it! I should just try to forget about him. I'll go to sleep and starting tomorrow I'll make plans to make his world a living hell. I'll sneak out to his room and mess everything up, make his room filthy with everything I can."

You speak with a smile and Hange laughs.

"I'll surely help you. Like girl, damn... I'll definitely help you... Now let me walk you to your room. You're too drunk to move."

You nod at Hange's words and clumsily stand up. Hange wraps an arm around your waist, supporting you as you both start to walk towards the barracks.

But luckily or unluckily, the person you hate the most (right now, I mean) shows up. It seems like he was on the way of his barracks too. Your face turns red with anger and you curse immediately glaring at him like you want to kill him.

But it's Levi we're talking about! He just takes a look at you glaring and hissing at him and ignores it like it's nothing. He then just casually asks Hange with his usual calm voice.

"Are you carrying a wild kitten with you at this hour? It's almost midnight and you both should be sleeping, four eyes."

At his words you feel your face turns red with anger.

"Excuse me, what did you......"

Before you can finish your sentence Hange pushes you towards Levi and stumbling, you end up in Levi's arms. Cursing, Levi catches you instinctively, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"What the fuck, Hange?"

You both ask annoyedly at the same time. Hange just laughs.

"You're the reason why Y/N's this drunk so you're the one who's gonna babysitting her. Now take your girl to her room and apologize to her before she actually starts to hate you for real."

Hange says pointing their finger at Levi and you look at her glaring. You're still leaning on Levi though, and his arms are still wrapped around you.

"I'm gonna kill you, bitch. You're a betrayer! How can you do this to me?"

You ask furiously and Hange sighs, placing her hands on her waist.

"No sweetie, actually you'll be thanking me tomorrow. Now have fun lovebirds. Also Levi you can take advantage of her if you want. She's totally wasted."

You look at Hange with disbelief as you hear Levi taking a deep breath. He's probably trying to control his anger. Hange just laughs and walks off casually like they haven't just made two people wanting to kill them (Hange).

You look up at Levi's face from his neck as you hear him clicking his tongue. You can't help but realise how pretty he actually is.... You wish to kiss his sharp jawline so badly, bite and suck his neck and...

"Stop ogling, doll."

You blink as Levi's voice pulls you out of your fantasies. His voice is rather soft now and you furrow your eyebrows.

"What have you done to yourself? I thought you were sassy enough to brush off a rejection? Now what the hell is this? You're totally wasted!"

Levi softly scolds you and moves his hand down to pick you up but you slap his hand off.

"I can walk myself! And I didn't drink because you rejected me but because how stupid I was! You're right I was a dumbass for thinking you like me. You're the 'Humanity's strongest soldier' after all! I forgot that you're standards must be fucking high. You're fucking arrogant after all! My sweet confession was just a drama to you! After all why would you want a short girl like me when you have taller richer girls drooling over you?"

Your voice breaks and your eyes tears up as you try to break Levi's hug. Levi remains totally silent but his arms tighten around you.

"I'm sorry."

You pause as you hear the words. Did he just apologize?

"What?"

You ask looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"I never would have acted that way if I knew you would be this hurt. I was just so confused that I didn't know how to react."

Levi says softly and looks into your eyes. His gaze is soft and there's a genuine apologetic look in them.

"I'm sorry, doll. But I, I like you too, I'm just bad with words and expressing my emotions."

Your face softens and you nod.

"I know that! But you were still rude. I haven't forgiven you yet! For you I drank like a loser and I'm probably going to have a painful headache tomorrow."

You complain like a kid making Levi smile. This time you don't stop when he picks you up.

"Will you forgive me if I'm gonna take care of you tomorrow."

You wrap your arms around his neck as he speaks and smile against his chest.

"We'll see."

You mumble against his grey shirt, hiding your smile as Levi walks towards your room.

"I know you will. After all you're crazily in love with me."

"Shut up!"

[oddthumbswetsleeves]

Hiding - Oneshot

Inspired by this post by @crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington <3

“Have you heard from B today?”

Elita-1 looked up from her datapad at her former-incompetent-subordinate turned leader. He looked stressed, or maybe nervous? It was hard to tell ever since he received the matrix.

“No. I haven’t seen him since the last time he messed up putting the supplies in storage.’ She looked back at the forms she was filling out. “He’s probably avoiding us cause he’s embarrassed.

“Embarrassed?” Optimus sounded confused. Elita realised she had neglected to tell the prime about B’s latest incident.

“He put a lot of the supplies he was sorting into the wrong places. I mean, seriously! I gave him possibly the easiest job I could have, and he still messed it up.” Optimus didn’t look like her answer had put him at ease. “He’ll be fine. If he’s embarrassed it might teach him to listen a little more.”

“Just-“ They met optics, “Tell me if you see him, or if you can get through to him. He won’t answer my comms.” He sighed. “I’m worried.”

He definitely looked nervous now.

“Yeah, sure.” Elita went back to reading. Optimus was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to say something else, but left quickly.

Once he was out of audial-range she tried B-127’s comm, certain Optimus was exaggerating. B never missed an opportunity to blabber.

“B”

Nothing

“B-127, respond.”

Still nothing

“B, this isn’t funny. Answer me.”

Silence

Elita never thought she would be able to use that word to describe the yellow bot. She started feeling slightly worried before it was replaced with something else.

How dare he hide away from his duties as an Autobot because he was embarrassed. He wasn’t the only one struggling with his new status. Being the Autobot commander and essentially second-in-command of Cybertron was exhausting. Every moment she wasn’t recharging or refuelling she was working. B was not going to get away with skirting his duties.

She was gonna find him.

Where the frag was he?

Elita had spent nearly half the orn asking around for the little mech. No one had seen him since she had. Not Jazz, not Ratchet, not even Prowl, who was usually aware of all Autobot activity. The other scouts had gibed her about B-127’s unrivalled skills in what they called “Extreme Hide and Seek”.

“If B’s hiding from you there’s no chance you’ll find him” one taunted. Primus, she hated being around the scouts, nosy bunch.

“Wait, why do you think he’s hiding from me?”

“Why else would you be looking for him? He’s told us about how busy you are.” Another one answered.

“Well, you’re not helping!” She stormed off before they could peeve her off more.

Elita was definitely getting hangry, so she decided to stop to get energon before anyone could risk mentioning it to her. Everyone had really been enjoying the abundance of it. The decreasing rations had been affecting the cogless bots hard. She remembered after being transferred to waste management seeing how some of the supervisors were stealing others rations off the delivery lines for themselves. That was one of the first things she fixed, especially since many of the bots on lower levels didn’t leave their stations during their breaks. Mostly the bots on the sub-

The sub-levels

“The best hiding spots are ones that other bots don’t know exist.” B-127 told her that once while he was training to be a scout. He was mostly talking about places that taller bots couldn’t get to, but almost no one knew about the 10 extra sub-levels.

“Scrap”

The elevator rattled more the lower it went. It was also getting noticeably hotter. The doors opened and after stepping out they surprisingly didn’t close behind her. Strange. She didn’t say anything at first, trying to hear any noise that wasn’t coming from the furnace.

She felt isolated.

Even though Elita knew she could contact anyone she wanted instantly, there was just something about the room emanated loneliness, but B had to be here.

She looked around. The room was small, nothing besides the furnace, the conveyor belt, and the trash chute.

Unless…

One of the walls seemed to have a handle, and when she moved it... Another room! She pushed it over.

What on Cybertron?

The walls were lined with multicolour string lights. The room had a table and chairs, but in the chairs were 3 piles of trash. They were kind of bot shaped. She guessed one of these were what “Steve” was, who Orion supposedly killed and D-16 insisted wasn’t real. Primus this guy was weird. Just before she turned away, she saw it. There was something golden-yellow barely poking up from behind the table. Elita had to stop herself from groaning. Some hiding expert he was.

“B” He didn’t move. Elita crossed her arms.

“B-127 I can see you.” He slowly ducked out of view. Elita’s face scrunched up, “Get out here right now or so help me, I will drag you back up to Iacon by your finials.”

The bot cautiously stood up, looking anywhere except her face. Neither one said anything for a few moments. Elita tapped her finger against her arm, making sure B could hear it. He still did not say anything. Elita started feeling nervous again, B didn’t even recharge this quietly. She wouldn’t show it though, he wasn’t getting any pity from her.

“Well?” she prompted.

“Why are you down here?” He asked quietly.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Elita leaned forward, but B still didn’t look up. “Why are you hiding? Do you think I’ll just forget your screw-up if I don’t see you for a few orns?”

“I’m not hiding. You know I’m here now, you can go back to work.” He fidgeted with his servos.

“What, so you can keep sulking here?”

“I’m not sulking.” His voice was low, but a bit rough.

Had he been crying?

“Then why are you down here?”

“You were really mad at me the last time I messed up. You said I was running out of chances.”

“So?” Her gaze steeled. His breath hitched.

Was he going to cry again?

“Well, that’s what supervisors used to say to me before I would get demoted” their optics met, “and you were a supervisor…”

“So, you came down here?” She gripped her arms a bit tighter.

“I’ve never had a boss who was my friend before.” He looked down at his servos, still keeping his voice low. “I just didn’t want to see your face when you decided to give up on me.” Fluid dripped from his optics.

“Give up?” Her voice was suddenly much softer. She cleared her throat. “Why would you think I’d give up on you? We’re friends, you said it yourself.”

“Megatron was Optimus’ friend, and he dropped him to the centre of Cybertron.”

Elita felt a pang in her spark. That might have been the scariest moment of her life, including everything that happened leading up to it. B had been the one to stop her from trying to grab Orion as he plummeted. In the frenzy she might have fallen after him. B had probably saved her life.

She was definitely failing to hide her pity now.

They were both silent for a while, the furnace rumbling softly behind her. Elita sighed and walked around the table. B shrunk under her gaze. This was the first time she had ever felt bad about making a subordinate scared of her. She put her servos on his shoulders, taking care to be gentle, and bent down slightly to be at optic level with the scout.

He was definitely crying.

Elita wrapped her arms around him tightly. He tentatively moved his servos up to her back. She felt him shake.

“Are you not mad at me?” B’s voice quivered. She sighed, squeezing tighter.

“I’m not sure I am anymore.” Letting go to hold his shoulders again. He sniffled and she moved her servos to cup his face. “Why haven’t you answered any comms? Optimus is practically beside himself.”

“I didn’t know you guys were calling me.”

“What?! Is your commlink broken?” She turned his helm to look at his audials. He pulled her servos away from his face. They had tears on them.

“No.” He looked towards the furnace. “I’m pretty sure no signals reach down here from the surface.

Elita’s face scrunched. She turned away, reaching a digit up to her commlink.

“Optimus, come in.”

No response. She swore quietly.

“We’re going back to Iacon before the boss starts pulling walls down to find you.” She held her servo out. B hesitated.

“He’s looking for me?”

“Of course he is. Why wouldn’t he be?” B tapped his pedes nervously.

“I thought you guys were kinda fed up of me.” Elita chose not to address that. She grabbed his servo and pulled him towards the elevator. It was still open.

“How come these doors didn’t close behind me?”

“Cause they don’t open from this side. It’s so if somebot comes down here to get something they won’t get stuck.”

“But that means…” Her spark sank in her chassis.

“Yeah, I can’t call the elevator.”

She stared at him. She felt the rage she frequently had for Sentinel and his lackeys build up.

“So you planned on staying down here forever?” B started wringing his servos again.

“I dunno”

“Well how would you have come back up if I hadn’t found you here?”

“Optimus, Megatron and I climbed up through the chute.” He pointed at it. “I probably could have done that again.”

“Would you have?”

B didn’t answer.

“You’re coming back to Iacon with me.” She put a servo on his shoulder. “I cleared my schedule when I went looking for you so we can do whatever you want, ok?” She led him into the lift. He shrugged. “There are a couple movies I’ve been too busy to watch. We can watch them in my quarters if you want.”

“Sure” He smiled for the first time since she found him.

“We do have to go see Prime first. I’m a bit worried he has actually turned headquarters upside down in my absence.” B giggled. Elita felt a weight lift off her spark. Once the elevator started moving, she pulled him into another hug, more forcefully this time.

“Never scare me like that again, or I will actually kill you.”

“Okay”

[junos-jrabbles]

can i request playing a horror game with sniper… or scout

Of course!!!! I love this request so much thank you for sending it in <33 (did sniper and scout because they are The Guys of all time) Sorry this took so long!! love y'all <3

Spooky Time with the lads!!

Sniper

Would LOVE the resident evil games, dear god somebody bring this man to life, please, he needs to see chris redfield, needs to experience the joy of getting that stupid chess piece puzzle in the second game right.

Big fan of sorta niche horror games, can easily imagine him starting muttering about how a game’s mechanics were ‘directly taken from’ another game from like forty years ago you’ve literally never heard of. Probably almost exclusively uses knives and rifles, this man does not know the word "medium" LMAO

Quick time event hater, can’t find the keys quick enough, usually gets messed up. But subsequently, five minutes later, pulls off the juiciest, most amazing tactic you've ever seen.

“I don’t… Really get why they’ve got to mark everything with that ruddy yellow paint, like, I’m not blind…” This is followed by him repeatedly walking into zombies because ‘the brightness is too low’ TAKE YOUR SUNGLASSES OFFFF

Would definitely go out of his way to set the mood, assuming you guys are playing in his camper, probably on his TV (i love the 1970s let’s just play pretend…), he’d have all the lights off, and maybe a candle on, would probably play spooky music on his phone and almost shit himself when an ad plays.

Would have the time of his life, honestly, a night in playing games with you would probably be a great way to top off his day, but he definitely suggests some spooky games you guys could play outdoors, flashlight tag being top priority (he thinks it's funny as hell chasing you around in the dark)

Scout

Screaming. Endless SCREAMING.

Would definitely be the kind to run directly at a threat, screaming, and immediately start yelping like a trod on puppy when Shit Happens.

“AY! AY- NO! NAH, C’MON!” Viciously mashing buttons on the controller. “WE DON’T PLAY LIKE THAT ‘ROUND ‘ERE C’MON MAN! I DON’T WANNA FIGHT YOU! Well- Nah- okay, I do- COME HERE.” Looney tunes style monster chasing him into a room immediately turns into him chasing the monster out of the room.

^^ Absolutely a controller player, if the game doesn’t support a controller, he’s probably not playing. (He likes knowing that if he gets mad enough, he’s got an easily Throwable Item at hand /j!! He'd just find it way easier, less buttons to mess around with.)

He is definitely gritting his teeth waiting for jumpscares the ENTIRE time, especially if you decide to play a more atmospheric game. He's wincing when he has to walk around a corner,

Would absolutely be sloooowly shuffling up against your side, he’s not scared, no, what? No, definitely not scared, man! He’s the coolest Bostonian this side of… not Boston! Shaddup!

Completely misses almost EVERY quest objective, but is adamant that he knows what he's doing at all times. Eventually, after half an hour of him searching for an item, you have to vaguely guide him towards it.

If the game has weapons, you best believe that if there's a bat, he's using it, but will also rant if it breaks. "Wh- Whaddaya mean it broke in like... uh- Three swings?! That's DUMB! Man, I know I swing hard, but, c'mon!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ btw I just wanted to say to anyone who's reading this, thank you :) thank you anon for this request, thank you to everyone who's liked, reblogged, and commented, you're all so kind <3 and also some of the reblog tags I've gotten literally have me GRINNING!!!!! :D << me fr!! Hope you're all well, sorry this is short, my silly ass probably gonna write some more Sniper stuff soon :3

[lara-cairncross]

Fairy Raph's build: 🏋️‍♂️🥊🥋🐊💪

Fairy Raph's fit: 🌸🐶😊🐰👗

My boy just wants to be whimsical and care for animals but was cursed with the "big (comparatively) scary fairy" look

-🐝

Okay, see, the thing you gotta understand about Fairy Raph (or really ANY Raph) is that he is absolutely, positively, 100% both of those things at the same time.

Is he whimsical and silly and good at caring for animals and carrying healing supplies and wearing feathers and ruffles and pretty flowers? YES. YES HE IS.

But is he also a Big Scary Fairy? YES. YES HE IS. This guy will 100% fight anyone who messes with Leo/Donnie/Mikey, and man, there's a reason why he usually gets assigned to work with the more difficult or aggressive animals! Between his animal-talent and scout training (more on that coming at,,, uh,,, some point when I get around to making his ref sheet,,,,,), he's basically the only fairy strong enough to deal with dangerous animals.

Does he love them? Yes. Will he wrestle them into submission if needed? Yes. he's big he's silly he's sweet he's protective he's kinda scary sometimes and we love him and he probably loves us too, he likes big weird animals and humans definitely qualify :>

[daegutowns]

your enhypen hogwarts boyfriend 

tags: hogwarts au, gn!reader, this is the grind rn

gryffindor: heeseung, niki 

heeseung: quidditch team chaser 

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

please expect to hype him up and fawn over him on quidditch match days -- especially on matches with slytherin (he always has a bet with jay) 

“babe i need you to boo jay if he ever comes near you.” 

and he is so serious about this 

mcgonagall claims she doesn’t like him but he’s just lucky that he’s actually really good at quidditch (bc his transfiguration grades are not sexy) 

excels in defense against the dark arts AND potions but snape hates him 

he swears up and down he didn’t do anything this time to get detention but you know better. and he’s always begging the captain to not kick him off

“please, you know snape wants my left buttcheek!” 

talks shit before the match (especially to jay) and then feigns innocence if he’s asked about it 

this is the result of years of watching quidditch matches with his dad (their favorite team is the montrose magpies -- and he WILL badmouth puddlemere united if that team is mentioned) 

likes to sleep next to you in the library after practice while you study 

riki: quidditch team beater  

rebellious, passionate, and playful -- riki is a gryffindor through and through

always getting caught up in pranks. denies ever being inside zonko’s even though that’s the first place he goes in hogsmeade 

like okay ????

claims mrs. norris (filch’s cat) is best friends with him, but he has no real way of proving this 

shy about pda because of his friends, so he likes meeting up with you in secret and passing you notes in class 

…until he gets caught and has to read them out loud

then he decides that fuck it! it’s better to just air it out anyways. not his problem what they find disgusting! 

straight up livin’ that thug life y’all #getrekt

lowkey getting brainwashed by heeseung (go magpies!) 

makes up all his dreams for his divination dream journal but always makes it about you so he can pretend to be offended if someone says it’s fake

hufflepuff: sunghoon, jungwon 

sunghoon: prefect (head boy) 

this hard-working and kind-hearted boy is a true hufflepuff through and through

everyone thought by his looks that he’d either be in slytherin or ravenclaw, but it’s more obvious when he opens his mouth 

he’s kind of like cedric diggory -- super well-liked, popular, good-looking, and smart

he’s got all the hufflepuff girls and gays giggling around him n shit 

“first years follow me to the common room” and the new hufflepuffs are tripping over their feet trying to ask him questions 

it’s okay because he only has eyes for you <3 

haha jk sometimes he’ll tease you and say “are you jealous? you look jealous~” and then backtrack and say nevermind that he’s sorry and he doesn’t actually know what other people look like. in fact he only knows one name and it’s yours. 

he doesn’t really need to be doing all that but it’s fun messing with him 

goes around humbly (not so humbly) bragging about you until he gets smacked by snape for messing around during (but that doesn’t stop him) 

he likes taking you to cheesy date spots, like madam puddifoot’s tea shop or the covered walkway near spintwitches sporting needs where everyone else had their first kisses 

jungwon: quidditch team seeker   

well-rounded, responsible, and dependable -- these are all traits of a hufflepuff that describe jungwon perfectly 

to be honest, he’s really just here for the vibes

his favorite pastime is collecting chocolate frog cards 

(he is specifically looking for the gold and silver albus dumbledore cards that have been out of circulation for years)

he’s a very talented seeker, but everyone else’s praise doesnt mean anything. he needs YOUR praise specifically and will pretend to not like it just so he can hear it more (but you know better!) 

please help him study… he is definitely getting that quidditch scouting from a professional team but jungwon said he might get a T (troll) in history of magic 

he has a black cat named dooly that terrorizes him before he sleeps

you like dragging him to the kitchens to eat chocolate snacks with him before bed, but he gets nervous sneaking out sometimes

likes sitting underneath the big willow tree near the black lake with his head in your lap. please run your hands through his hair! 

ravenclaw: jake 

jake: quidditch team beater  

everyone really would’ve expected that he would’ve been in either gryffindor or hufflepuff just based on personality alone 

the sorting gave him a choice, and he just went with the house that had more of his friends that he made on the train 

he loves it when you show up to practice because now it’s even more awesome! now even more of his favorite people are in the same place

“babe look at this!” while he does a flip ??? 

if he falls off, now both you AND the rest of his team can laugh at him 

loves it even more if you show up to his games fully decked out (beyond his imagination) in his house colors, even if that’s not your house

he never expects this from you but he’s soooo happy when it happens that it motivates you to keep doing it 

self-declared next quidditch captain (and flitwick will give it to him) 

he’ll even tutor you in transfigurations (his best subject) for kisses, because despite being an athlete, he’s also got good grades???? sometimes god has favorites 

“if you think i’m a cool boyfriend, give me a kiss” 

his favorite type of date is sneaking out to the kitchens with you and sharing a pudding cake

slytherin: jay, sunoo

jay: quidditch team keeper  

unsurprisingly, jay comes from a long line of other slytherins

he’s pretty laidback compared to the rest of his family, but always insists that you go with him to family functions (because “baby they’re too boring without you!”) 

you two always end up at the snacks table gossiping with his cool cousins anyways 

flexes by buying you all your snacks on the train + of course covers all the dates 

pretty popular within slytherin house, but only because he’s good at quidditch and also has pretty good grades (in everything except herbology) 

hates the keeper pickup lines and jokes but likes 

lined up to be the next captain! 

claims he wants to work for the ministry of magic’s department of mysteries

“i got an image to keep”

whatever you say babygirl ^^

expects to be holding hands whenever you’re walking the halls with him

requires a good luck kiss before every quidditch match

sunoo: prefect 

a lot of people expected sunoo to get into hufflepuff! he defies expectations 

seriously, he made a name for himself within the house

with as ambitious as he is, it’s not that surprising to see that someone has confident and charming as him is in slytherin 

he’s someone with friends in every house, probably in every year too

he’s got an “in” with every club on hogwarts campus, so take your pick bae. the world’s your oyster! 

he flexes like jay, but instead of galleons, he takes you to restricted areas of campus using his prefect badge 

would actually help you break the rules if you wanted to

“you want to break in where?! okay, wait, let me get--” 

likes it when you compliment his thoughtfulness or talent in these areas 

his best subject is charms ;) 

his favorite pastime is watching quidditch practices with you, but all you do is yap together

[elizabebabe]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 ೀ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: you're scouted for love island and you and your manager think of it as a business opportunity but what happens when you actually want to find love?, you're in for the summer of your life.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 7

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: use of y/n, kissing.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.3k!

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬: remind me to never write anything this long again, no i had fun lmao even when i was tweaking. 😭

you’re manicured hands coaxed through soft and fluffy strands as a light from above beamed into your eyes, a gentle yet slightly calloused hand went over your eyes almost to protect them.

“morning!” cade jumped from the bed he was previously knocked out in.

“we’ve been here for a week!” abby quickly follows behind, earning a smile from you that quickly fades when you remember yesterday. it was a lot for you, you had been overwhelmed by a ton of emotions but that weight-lifting conversation lingered in your mind.

you just hoped he would stay true to his words that softly echoed in your ears last night.

“it’s gonna’ be okay, we’ll take things slow…okay?”

“you okay?” chris questions noticing your zoned out expression. 

he earned a subtle nod from you as you still hadn’t fully woken up, you picked yourself off his chest and rolled over to your bedside, the mic you scattered still layed on the floor, you placed it round’ your neck in a swift motion even grabbing the water off your side table and taking a quick sip, romeo was missing from the messy bed beside you, your head peeped out noticing he was thrown on the bed with leah and aidan.

leah was the first to get up well after she escaped romeos clutches, kaia quickly followed behind her, chris stretched his arm out and hesitantly placed it round your shoulders, you gave him a smile from the touch making him feel allowed to warm into the cuddle, he gave you a tight squeeze before loosening up and swinging his arm back to his lap as more islanders left the room, clair and abby walked down the strip beside each other.

“y/n”. clair commented as they stopped at the foot of your shared bed.

“get your ass up!” abby chimed in, having you giggle and look at chris before standing up and catching up to their quickened pace.

you all climbed the stairs that were moments away from the bedroom. you attempted to follow the girls to the vanities tucked in the makeup room but were interrupted by a beckon to the beach hut, your groggy attitude made for a slow walk and a gentle sit in front of a bright, warm light ahead of you.

“how was your sleep?” 

the questions start hastily, “good, had good sleep.” you yawn, a hand clutched around your water bottle you brung up the stairs, you fidgeted with it as well as the boxy t-shirt you put on the night before.

“how do you feel about your current couple?”

you slightly smile, “i’m cautious, i definitely ... .self-sabotage in situations like this…so.” you take a heavy breath before continuing.

“i’m trying to stay open-minded and not…mess it up?” you question, the grip you have on your t-shirt getting tighter as you speak.

“are there any other guys you might want to talk to?” 

you quickly shake your head, an obvious “no” exuding from the action.

“do you think chris might want to talk to anyone else?” the questions were one after the other, never really giving you a second to breathe, this particular question hit you quite hard though.

you shrug, “i don’t know.” you say softly, bringing the bottle still tucked in your palms nozzle to your lips, being something to chew on as the scrunching of your shirt wasn’t enough.

“i hope not.” your lips twist into a slight pout.

“all done.” the deep voice comments, bring their attention away from you and to the index cards and sticky notes in front of them.

you huffed as you stood up, taking a swift sip of water before opening the closed door, standing outside was clair, she warmly smiled at you before you both swapped positions, you couldn’t help noticing her soft coco aroma as she walked past you and into the beach hut.

you walked to the bathroom, noticing leah behind the foggy glass door, you placed your bottle down and picked up the toothbrush you left by the sink that was sat next to a few others cluttering the space, you placed a slab of toothpaste onto the brush and slided it on your teeth, going in slow circular motions.

rain like sound from the shower behind you was a background noise for the time being, when it stopped you closed your eyes as you continued brushing, sure you were all grown women but you didn’t want to invade her privacy especially since the mirror you were in front of faced the now empty shower, you heard a few rustling sounds behind you as you brushed to the back of your throat a few light gags slides from your soft lips but you resume briskly afterwards.

“thanks.” leah thanked you, making the corners of your mouth lift.

“you can open them now.” she continued, your eyes fluttered open, your attention was brought to the white towel wrapped around her torso, she hiked out walking on her tippy toes as the bottom of her feet left wet marks on the tile beneath you she was presumably heading to the dressing room as you saw her turn to the right.

you took your time, watching a few of the guys walk between their dressing room and the bathroom you occupied, two showers adorned the room, guys on the left hand side and the girls on the right, a few of the guys hopped in, having a good scrub before swiftly wrapping something onto themselves, while the others washed their faces or took a brush to their teeth, chris had walked back up the stairs from being called to the beach hut, only been able to take a quick shower before hand, he walked next to you as you were now washing your face, scrubbing any existing pores away.

“hi” he smiled cheerfully.

“hi” you replied, you felt  a shy smile creeping up on you.

you observed his movements, the way he grabbed his toothbrush that was laid right next to yours.

“you ‘mkay?” he asked, he must’ve noticed your slight ogling. 

“mhm” you quickly nodded, bringing the face cloth in your hands down your face a final time, “gonna shower now.” you say in an attempt to break the ‘awkward’ “silence”, truthfully it wasn’t silent, there was laughing, giggles and conversations coming from each dressing room but sometimes when you two talked it felt like you were the only ones around, you slowly backed up, your back colliding with the empty shower door.

he gave you a curious look as he watched you then continued brushing his teeth in harsh manners which reminded you of the night he first arrived. you opened the door in-front of you and stepped in, closing it behind you then pulling the t-shirt that poured on your body and hung just above your knees over your head, revealing a black bralette that flexed against your skin, you kept the shirt tucked in your palm as you slid off your shorts that were hidden underneath.

you opened the glass door, throwing the clothes you previously wore outside of it, by the time you looked up you noticed chris looking at you through the mirror in front of him, his gaze quickly averted when you made eye contact though.

he spit into the sink, before wiping his mouth, placing the brush down and walking out of the bathroom at lightning speed, the roles had reversed, he was the one ogling at you and you were the one throwing around the confused glare.

you cheekily smiled before sliding the rest of your clothes off your body and washing up, thickly lathering soap on to yourself and thinking about what you wanted to wear today.

you scrubbed for a bit longer before stepping out and wrapping a towel around yourself, it’s not like anyone was gonna see you but you still felt a bit awkward especially when you remembered the cameras placed at every corner in the villa, by the time you were done all the guys had finished changing and headed downstairs, you assumed they went to make breakfast as that was now a tradition, you hoped anyway, you were hungry this morning.

your walk to the makeup room was hurried as you were behind the other girls, being the last one to have a shower. walking in you noticed the girls were pretty far into their routines you almost had memorized, you sat down at your empty seat next to clair, the girls greeted you when you walked in.

“y/n!!” abby exclaimed as she rubbed a bit of blush onto her skin, you smiled at her excitement as you began pulling things out of your cosmetic bag.

“how are you?” clair asks.

“good.”, “you?” you redirected the attention.

“clair’s in love” kaia teased as she brushed through her straight hair.

“am not.” she brushed off the statement.

it was always fun with the girls, whether it was abby’s energy, clair’s calm tone but feisty manner, kaia’s sarcastic but bright self and leah’s quiet snickers. you always had fun with them.

“aidan was telling me–” abby pasuses, her mouth stilling open as she applies mascara, leaving the rest of you in suspense, especially kaia.

“that.” she tsks, as a bit of mascara got on her eyelid.

“ohmygod, hurry up.” kaia hurried her, shocking abby as she dabbed her eyelid, you couldn’t hold your chuckle.

“damn, he told me he really likes you.” she looked to her right where kaia sat and relayed the good news.

you hold a smile listening to the conversation as you finish your light makeup that you knew would later soak into your skin due to fiji’s hot sun.

“good, i like him too.” the conversation continues, ”might give him a kiss tonight.” she says sing songy, awes are shared between you five but is interrupted by a voice seeping through the hall.

“everyone dressed?” you recognized cade’s loud voice chiming in.

“yes!”

“mhm”

leaves abby and kaia’s mouth, the boys walk in cups and plates in hands, you have a warm feeling in your belly when you notice chris holding the usual iced coffee, but the smile turns upside down when you see the lack of plate.

he places the cup next to you before reading your expression, “what’s wrong?” he softly questions when your face waves his attention.

“i’m hungry.” you pout while you pick up the iced drink, you earn a sarcastic smile.

“what would’ya like?” he lightly sighs at the request, you place the drink back down and playfully cross your arms, “hmm.” you carefully thought.

“maybe what you made last time?” you say cheerfully a smile plastering on your face, he nods a cozy smirk plastered on his.

the boys walked back out after their delivery, you all waited for the chatter to distance from the room you all sat in before continuing your convo.

“I love when they do that.” leah comments as she takes a sip from what seemed like tea.

“me too!” abby exclaims with a bit of food tucked inside her mouth.

the chatter and chewing continued as you zoned out, focusing on setting lotion into your skin as-well as sun protectant, making sure not to flash the girls around you as you still wore the white towel from the bathroom, you lightly pushed yourself off your stool and walked a few steps over to your closet, picking out a bright one-piece that was tucked between a few bikinis after stepping into it, you think, ‘this is good enough’.

you wandered in front of a mirror, adjusting yourself and making sure everything sat correctly, clicking the mic’s belt that you scurried off while changing around your waist.

“pretty.” clair commented, you walked towards her and bent down, squeezing around her chest, her arms folded and she was careful not to spill any of the powder from her palette she held in her palm, you gently squeezed her then pulled away.

“love you.” clair stated, you lightly cheered, “love you too” 

your attention was diverted when abby stood up which gave you the opportunity to examine the bikini she was wearing, it was a blush pink and worked well with her somewhat tan.

“wanna go out together?” she questioned towards you, earning a nod, before leaving you made sure to slip on the sandals that laid on the ground, your iced coffee that was a tad melted and grabbed your sunglasses that adorned your outfit.

abby put her hair up in a claw clip, then watched as you walked towards the door, patiently waiting. she grabbed her coffee off the vanity before strolling over to you, placing her hand out for you to grab, your fingers intertwined as you both left the room and walked down the steps.

“you’ve gotta let me borrow this lotion.” you comment taking a note on the softness of her hands, but also making sure not to trip over a step.

“anytime!” she says with a thrill.

the brown doors to the yard were open and you could hear the boys chatter from a mile away, the sun's bright light and heat hit both of you immediately and it made you glad you wore sunglasses and had a cold drink, abby on the other hand was a squinting mess, the boys cheered when they first saw you both, abby quickly walks over to cade, unlinking your hands and throwing them over cade’s shoulders, you think she spilled a little bit of coffee on his back from the sudden motions.

“just in time.” chris says joyfully as he walks towards you with two plates, you softly jump up and down, almost spilling a drop or two of your drink.

“c’mon.” he nods his head towards the table you sat at last time, you strided in front of him and to the table, he delicately placed the plates down, handing you something wrapped in a napkin from his pocket, you opened it and disclosed a fork.

“short fork, yum.” you comment playfully as you sit down in front of the plate of bacon and eggs, he takes a second folded napkin out the same pocket, a slight smirk appears on his face from your “dig”.

you fork at the eggs in front of you as chris sits across the table, taking a few sips from your refreshing coffee. 

“good?” he asks with a mouthful.

after a few seconds of chewing you respond, “mhm, you’re a decent cook.” you compliment which makes him smile,

there's a bit of silence from you both for a second the noises around you only consisting of islanders in the kitchen and chewing from your mouths.

“do you miss your family?” you decided to ask as it’s now been a week in the villa, it felt like it flew by and you have been enjoying the fiji sun but at the same time you couldn’t stop thinking about your family, rhia, your job and your hobbies like reading and sketching, which you guess was apart of your job…

he took a while to answer, seeming like he wanted to be mindful of talking while shoveling food into his mouth, even the way he ate seemed to have an effect on you, “yeah, alot.”.

“i can’t imagine.” you reply, then hook your lips around the straw sticking out from the icy cup.

“because you have no siblings?” he asks, finishing your sentence, poking at his meal, you nod at him flattered that he continues to remember things you quickly mentioned to him.

he shrugs, “i mean— it’s weird, i miss them, like a lot-” he continues, “but sometimes–” he pauses in between his words, taking bites, swallowing, “sometimes, you remind me of them.” he says it nonchalantly as if it wasn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever said to you, his brothers, that he’s been attached to the hip to for twenty years?, you remind him of them?, the comment leaves you flustered, those warm feelings resurfacing in your belly.

“so, that makes it better.” he adds, smiling up at you.

“tha–that’s so sweet.” you say softly.

 ….

“miami?” he raises his eyebrow at you, changing the topic.

“hm?” a hum leaves your mouth while bacon and the conversation before-hand occupies your mind and lips.

“you live in miami?”

“when i was younger, i moved to new york, remember?” you quiz him, finishing up your last piece of breakfast.

“shit yeah, you like it there?” he lifts his cap from his hair, coursing his fingers through the curls before placing it back on, you reply with a nod as your lips were once again occupied.

“it’s good for my job.” you continue after a bit of solid chewing, he grabs your now empty plate and stacks it on top of his, picking up the used utensils and stacking them as well, “you done with that?” he nods towards the no longer iced coffee with maybe a sip or two left. 

“yes.” you bob your head up and down which results in him stacking that as well, “thank you.” you thanked him before he stood from the stool across from you, you followed behind, picking yourself off the stool and going to the empty side of his body, looping your right arm around his waist and giving it a squeeze.

he just smiles at you, a sweet, warm and cheerful smile, you slither your arm off him to your dismay and he walks towards the kitchen.

you push your sunglasses off your face and hook it onto your swimsuit.

‘i should talk to abby.’

‘and clai–’

you were thinking to yourself before those thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your shoulder, it was cyrus which shocked you.

“hey.”

“hi.” you said awkwardly, putting your palm on the back of your head.

“wanna go for a chat?” your eyes slightly widened, “sure.” you stated.

“swing?” he scoffed under his breath, you nodded, the sun felt a bit hotter as you were unsure of the upcoming conversation, ‘why is he talking to me?’ you and cyrus had exchanged a few words, being that you lived in the same villa but after the whole kaia situation you decided to try and “avoid” chats with him, you just didn’t get the best impression of his character.

your ass collided with the steaming cushion, but it subsided once you got comfortable.

“what’s up?” you asked in an attempt to end the awkward tension as soon as possible.

“nothin’ how are ya?” 

your face twisted at the question, ‘what is going on?’

“what’s wrong?” he continued, noticing the obvious confusion written on your face.

“i’m just surprised?” he had a dumb smile on his face and not chris’s “dumb” smile like a bad dumb smile.

“surprised?” he smirked.

you looked around the garden, unsure if any one else is witnessing what's happening in front of you.

towards the pool, ‘clair, abby sunbathing, cade in the pool.’

the fire pit, ‘kaia, leah and aidan.’

then the kitchen, ‘robert, chris.’

a set of eyes you knew well peered towards you both seeming to add more tension to the conversation you were having, your eyes crawled back to cyrus’s face.

“why’d you pull me?” you cut to the chase, an uncomfortable smile painting your lips.

“well, obviously you're an attractive girl.” a pause ensues, “i wanna get to know you more.”

“why now?” you choked out.

“i mean a week in?” you continued in his silence.

“i think i had to be surrounded by you more, see you in more of a friend sense first, you know?”

you just nod, your eyes couldn’t help darting between cyrus and the kitchen.

“yeah, sure.”, he smiled at your response, “no pressure, lets just start pulling each other.”, you gave him another nod before timidly standing up and attempting to end the conversation faster.

“cmere.” he pulls your wrist towards him into a cuddle, you stick together from the light sweat on his chest, you slowly pull yourself back, readjusting yourself from all the sudden movements.

“talk to ya later.” you comment politely before walking ahead of him and to the sun loungers, ‘clair and abby.’ you needed to speak with them to clear your thoughts, they laid peacefully every once and a while spraying or lathering a bit of sun block on their skin, you poked at clair whos gaze was focused on cade swimming in the vast pool.

she looked up towards you with an eyebrow of hers raising, you nodded your head towards the doors in need of shade and girl chat. she immediately understood, picking up her coverup she had delicately placed onto the ground beside her then grabbing abby’s attention.

“cmon.” 

abby picked herself up and they both followed you inside, you all roped around the lounge finding a comfortable seat on the sofa.

“what happened?” concern lined abby’s voice.

“cyrus took me for a chat.” abby gasps but clair stays quiet intently listening to what you have to say next.

“i know…he told me he wants to get to know me more.” you continued, “doesn't he want leah?” clair asks.

“that’s what i was thinking!” abby exclaimed, you bobbed along.

“weird right?” they validate you with praise.

“mhm.”

“definitely.“

“i should tell chris right?” that was all you really cared about, at the end of the day you didn’t like cyrus how you liked chris, sure your brain is telling you ‘its early days and you should get to know other people’ but you can’t help how you feel, right?

clair and abby look at eachother, “i mean i didn’t like shut it down.” you rambled, “so i should tell him?”

clair nodded but abby shook her head, they quickly looked at eachother.

“it’s not important, it’s not like she likes him.” abby argued, she was able to tell how you really felt without you having to say it.

“i think you need to be respectful, think about the roles being reversed.” clair pulled one of her curls behind her ear when she paused, “you’d want him to tell you.”

“sorry, clair’s right.” clair smirked towards the blonde beside her as abby rolled her eyes, you placed your hands flat and pumped yourself off the sofa beneath you, “thank you.” you smiled, they reciprocated the warm face towards you as you strolled outside, they were close behind you as you scanned the garden for chris.

he was standing in the gym, tucked in a corner away from the fire pit, a few of the guys seemed to scurried their way over there as well as leah doing a few pull ups with romeo, you looked behind you for a bit of reassurance then took confident strides towards him, he seemed to be watching robert do a few reps.

“chris.” 

you quickly got his attention, “what’s up?”

“can i talk to you?” you reply, he nodded.

“later.” he nodded towards rob, ‘maybe he was spotting him?’

“do you go to the gym?” the question quickly arose as you both walked side by side to the nearby fire pit.

“nope, i'm just naturally buff.” he pulled his arms up to a flex which made you giggle.

you felt like you’ve been all over the place as you take your third seat of the day, typically your day was rotting by the pool with your girls.

“you okay?” he asks, noting your fidgeting, you didn’t even know why you were nervous. it’s not like you actually wanted to get to talk to cyrus.

“mh.” you hum, his head turns to its side out of curiosity, your silence speaks measures as he realizes what you were going to say, he peeped the conversation between you two eventually getting too annoyed to look at it.

“it’s okay, take your time.”, you hesitate before smiling unsure of how to navigate this situation, “cyrus wants to get to know me more, and i didn’t say no.” he simply nods, that reaction clearly not being enough for you as you shift your body closer to him in an attempt to see more of his face, the glaring sun casted a shadow on his features.

“it’s just weird as he told me that–”,  “nevermind.” he stops himself, laying back into the cushion underneath him.

“don’t do that.” you stated eager to know what he just dangled over you.

“don’t worry about it, can we talk about something else, 

something fun?”

your eyebrows knitted and lips twisted at his attempt to change the subject, “chris.” he looked from what felt like above you as his gaze made you feel smaller, “what’s your favorite type of music?” his ‘dark’ gaze fading once he asked the question.

you squint your eyes up at him but decide to play along for now, knowing you would find out eventually.

“pop.” you comment quietly, “sorry what was that?” he teased.

“stop playin’” you playfully pushed his arm that made its way to the back of his head, which seemed to make him snicker.

he swung the shoved arm loosely around your neck pulling you in closer causing you to snuggle up to him, “i make a killer breakfast, don’t i?” he grins, you nod along to his words which only adds to his cheerful smile.

you looked up, examining his face, the way his smile curled and his eyes squinted, ‘why would i want anyone else?’ echoed through your mind, you felt a perfect amount of comfortability and nervousness around him, the palms of your hands always clammy but your heartbeat was calm, you spoke smoothly but the butterflies that waved in your tummy never stopped.

those heartfelt thoughts quickly came to a halt when a ‘ding’ chimed near you, “was that you?” he pulled his arm off you allowing you to properly sit up and handle the phone with “y/n” on the phone case that rested on the heated cushion behind you.

your manicured hand scoops it up, “i got a text!” you shout, grabbing everyone's attention, everyone slowly starts to crowd around the place you and chris had to yourself.

“girls, it’s time to splash and ride the wave of love in today’s challenge, ‘sex-sea’, #catchoftheday, #shellingyourheart.” you all cheer in excitement, not even really for the challenge itself but for a change of environment.

all islanders head inside then upstairs for their change of clothes, instead of red you see a pink and purple ombre shell bikini hanging on the closets, you quickly throw the one-piece you just wore into the suitcase you’ve been using for your used clothes.

you all arrived at the challenge area, running and cheering onto the wooden platform ahead of you.

in this challenge, the girls are to take part in an underwater-themed track, the first girl having to start off the track inside of a giant-clam, before then sliding into a pool and making their way to a pole, where they'd need to perform a pole-dance. then she would need to take the boy of her choice and load them into the "catch of the day" trolley down the slip and slide and then to the sea-bed, where they'd have to try and seduce them. after all of the girls' turns, the boys as a collective will vote for the winner based on ‘sexiest performance’.

kaia was first, she spun around on the clam, waving at the boys lined up on her left hand side, “do you wanna see my pearl?” her creative comment was rewarded with cheers and shouts, she slid down face forward, pumping her ass in the air, you weren’t watching as her face collided with the water as you were sharing gasps with your girls beside you, when you looked back she was on her knees, sliding her hands up from the bottom of the pool and flicking her hair up.

she rose from the pool and did a strut towards the soon to be wet pole, she hopped on, tightening her thighs around it and slowly zipping down from the water she was just in.

she grabbed ahold of aidan’s palm and brang him onto the trolley, he quickly laid down as she pushed him and the cart down the slippery slide with no issue, not even the water balloons you all threw at them being a problem, she pushed him onto the sea bed and climbed atop of him, then leaning down to give him a slow and seductive kiss, you felt a bit awkward watching so you didn’t really pay much attention, when she returned to you girls you all showered her with praise.

“you did so good!” you and clair squeal.

“you’re so hot.” leah states as they hug.

“how are we meant to top that?” abby playfully comments.

clair was next, she spun from the clam her arms were high as she wooed, “do you sea me?” she giggles with her delivery. 

everyone whoops for her as she slithers down the slide, feet first into the pool, she whips the water from the pool up, wetting her hair and her chest.

she carefully stood up and hoped over the kiddie pool, striding over to the pole, she planted her back against it and rolled her body downwards, now it was time to grab robert she strolled over to him and took his wrist, and waits for him to be her catch, she slips but doesn’t fall while she pushes him down the wet slide, water balloons hitting them at every angle, you got a good hit on rob while avoiding striking clair.

they made their way to the bed and rob climbed on-top of it clearly excited which makes you all laugh, she seemed a bit nervous maybe timid but it melted away when she seemed to get an idea, she got on her hands and knees and crawled towards him and the bed, you think you lost your voice from the amount of screaming you were doing, she made her way on top of him and pulled him closer for what seemed like a lustful kiss.

it was your turn to be in the clam and you couldn’t be more nervous, you wanted to have a good ‘performance’ but also wanted to have fun, the clam spinned and you are revealed.

“you can coral my reef.” your snicker is evident after you say your cringe statement, you dived down the clam on your chest, head first, the water splashed on impact and flushed through your nose, you picked your head up from underwater and flicked your head back.

you stood in the pool sliding your hands slowly up your body, you weren’t paying attention to anyone’s reaction but you could definitely hear the support from both sides of the platform, you took your time getting to the pole, squatting down then quickly standing up pushing your ass out. 

you let go of the pole and strided over to the line of boys, walking back and forth, playfully tapping your finger to your soft lips.

you finally stood in front of a boy and grabbed a hold of his hand, he giggled softly.

“chris, sit.” you command and he quickly follows behind, comfortably sitting on the trolley, the girls made this look easy but it definitely was heavier than you expected especially with water being sprayed at you constantly.

chris stood up and sat comfortably at the edge of the bed, nerves striked through your body when you walked towards him, your bodies fitting together like a puzzle piece when you got on-top of him, you both snicker at the flustered look you both know he’s making, ‘do i kiss him?’, ‘should this really be our first kiss infront of all these people?’

all these thoughts flooding your mind made it feel like this was going on for an hour but truthfully you’ve both only been sitting here for a few seconds, you place one of your hands to the back of his neck and tangled it in his hair almost asking for permission, once you notice his lean in you do the same, both of your lips connecting for the first time, you’ve kissed a few guys before but this felt different?

your tummy bubbled, as his gentle lip’s caressed your own, his hand finding its way to the crook of your neck as the kiss rapidly deepened, his cool thumb rested on your warm cheek, ‘is this what heavens like?’ is all that courses through your brain and body as you melt under his touch, a sudden craving for more almost taking over you, ‘how long have we been here for?’ 

quickly spread in your mind, you slowly pulled off immediately noticing the red pigment washed on his face and how worked up he got making both of you shyly chuckle, you picked yourself up off his and strided back to the girls as quickly as possible, they cheered when you came over.

“so proud of you.”

“you did it!”

ultimately you ended up blacking out, the only thing you remember was the warm feeling in your stomach that you had during that kiss. 

it lingered on your lips, yeah you’ve cuddled but you don’t think his cologne had stood out to you like that before, it was like you had cat like senses, you had heard his heartbeat and the cheering from around you so clearly.

your bikini was wet from that dive causing a stickiness against your body, hugging you tightly.

abby spun around from the clam, “clam you be mine?” she cackles at herself and her clever line, she pushes her arms down the slide, going down face first, she popped her ass up while sliding down, which cade thought was a nice touch, you could tell by his eccentric clapping, she grabbed onto the pole, arching her back as she bent over and shaking her ass side to side, she then quickly moved on making her way to cade wasting no time and pulling him to the cart, you lunged the bursting balloons at them but it didn’t stop her even though she had a few stumbles.

once he stepped off the trolley he scooped her up and placed her on top of the bed, crawling above her and sharing a full and sloppy kiss.

leah was last to go, a final spin ensued, “now you sea me.” she scoffs underneath her breath.

she slid down on her knees, the water splashed upwards, she hastily stepped out, taking a hold of the pole and doing a tip toed strut around it before heading to the line up, to no surprise she picks romeo both of their nonchalant smiles are prominent, he lays down and she begins pushing, you guess those arm workouts came in clutch as she quickly glides past the wet, slippery slide.

she whispers something in his ear which is incoherent for the rest of you, you all watch as he gets on all fours in front of her, a fish tangled in the set design being used to slap him on the ass, chatter and continuous laughter ensued.

the challenge was over, it was now time for the boys to huddle up and decide the winner of today's challenge and they did just that, taking a few minutes to make their decision.

 …..

“us boys have decided the sexist girl is…” cade starts seeming to build tension.

“kaia!” aidan continues with a shout, you all cheer her on before you run off the platform and back to the villa.

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you and your fellow islanders walked back outside to the garden, the boys and girls separated going for their own chats, you and the girls rested at the swing.

“that was so fun!” abby gestures, “kaia you fucking killed that.” she continued.

“thank you!!” she covers her face, maybe flustered by all the compliments.

“y/n, your kiss..” clair starts.

you can feel warmth grow on your cheeks, your eyes dart towards the fire pit, the boys are casually chatting about what you assume is the same thing, “how was it?” abby asks, “i can’t gas him too much but, it was good that’s all i’ll say.” you snicker with delivery which makes all the girls smile.

“kaia, that was also you and aidan’s first kiss..” abby eluded, she chuckled, “it was good..” her smile was downturned as she looked towards the fire pit.

after a bit of lounging, napping and baking in the sun, it was time to get ready for the evening. truly you couldn’t wait for it to be bedtime as the day was already weighing on you, but first you had to drop by the beach hut for your daily gossip with the camera.

“how did you feel when cyrus pulled you this morning?”

you’re a little taken aback expecting your questions to be about the challenge that was more fresh on your mind, “really weird uhm…..it just reminded me of my feelings regarding chris so i guess, it was a good thing?” you’re hesitant.

“what did you think of the girls at the challenge today?”

“holy shit!” excitement lined your voice, “i love them all so much, they killed it, kaia did her thinngg!” 

“and your kiss?”

your smile twists as a scoff exits your mouth, “it was nice..”

“that’s all i wanna say.” you continue.

you mist your face with a setting spray as you finish your late night makeup then sorting through what hanged in your closet, a long dress of your own tag, it fit tightly around your curves.

the girls made sure you knew how good you looked with compliments and a plethora of praise.

all of you walked back out into the garden, the cool breeze blowing through the trees, you and chris grabbed a wine off the counter before whisking away from the group, “where do’you wanna sit?” he questioned as you walked off from the kitchen, “anywhere.” you shrugged, he hooked his arm around your neck walking you towards the fire pit, the warmth from his hoodie rubbed off on you.

you cuddled up to him on the cushions, “you okay?” he massaged circles into your back, his other hand occupied with his glass, “mhm” you hummed, feeling more comfortable with him than this morning which ‘this afternoon you’ would be thrown for a loop but once you really thought about it made sense.

“did’ya have fun today?” he watched as you slowly sank down to more of a lying position, your head stable on his lap and your body resting on your side. 

“so much fun.” you both tiptoed around the obvious elephant in the room, you fidgeted with the mic hung on your neck.

“you look pretty.” he whispered, moving his palm from your back to your head in his lap, “thank you.” you smiled, twisting your head to look up at him, your eyes connected, gaining each other's attention, small and soft laughter left both of your lips.

“got a text.” the sentence breaks the silence between you both, too enthralled in your own moment to hear the ding from romeo’s phone.

“can all islanders please gather around the fire pit immediately?” robert shouts the noise hitting every islanders ears, you slowly sit up adjusting your dress.

everyone comes toward you both, taking a seat on the circle, you and chris sat wedged between cade and abby and leah and aiden, romeo sitting on the edge by himself and cyrus and kaia sitting with lots of distance between them.

chris put his arm over your shoulder, you think it was to give you a bit of comfort and it definitely worked.

the boys stood up and walked in front of the fire pit in a line due to producers' orders. this was the first recoupling, the girls will pick the boy they want to couple up with and the boy not picked and left single will be dumped from the island.

it’s been a busy day for you girls, 

first up is abby, she sprung up, a warm smile on her face, “i would like to couple up with this boy because he's hot, funny, as loud as me, and i’m really enjoying getting to know him and hanging out with him!” she coos

“he treats me like a princess and i couldn’t feel more lucky to have found him.” you watch between the two, looking at cade’s bashful expression.

“so the boy i would like to couple up with is..”

…

“cade!” applauses ensue as he quickly paces over to her exchanging a few kisses before sitting down next to you, you smiled at her, happy to see her happy.

kaia stood up as it was now her turn, she took a few deep breaths before rising to a stand, “i would like to couple up with this boy because in a short amount of time he’s showed me that i might want a ‘bad boy’ but i need a sweet, mature and kind guy like him.”

he smiles, “i feel like he understands me in a unique way and i really love that sooo..the boy i want to couple up with is..”

…

“aidan.” similar claps start while he strides over to kaia, they wrap their arms around each other then sit beside cade and abby, small whispering between the two couples starting.

leah hastily stood up, a small smirk hiding on her face. this would be the first time you see her really open up about how she’s feeling with romeo, which made you more interested in the speech.

“i would like to couple up with this boy because we have nice chats, he’s a good listener and we just— get on really well.”

“the boy i would like to couple up with is..” 

…

“romeo.” you bring your palms together when you hear his name, watching as they have a few quick pecks then perch aside you, it was short but sweet he seemed to appreciate the kind words.

you notice cyrus’s face slightly twist at the sight which only reassures your ongoing decision, you cheesed as it was now clair’s go, she adjusted her dress that somewhat rides up her thighs as she stood up, “i want to couple up with this boy because i really enjoy his company, he’s handsome, he makes me laugh, and he is always taking the damn piss, 

we can have light, joyful chats but we can also have serious ones which i find attractive.” she gestures with a smile.

“soo, the boy i want to couple up with is..”

…

“robert..” she covers her face clearly flustered by all this, you cheer for them, he wraps his arms around her flustered state and slowly brings her down to the cushion next to him.

you were the last to go, you noticed chris was antsy, probably from standing still for so long, cyrus stood next to him assuming his fate especially after your performance in the challenge today.

you take a stance, twinkles in your eyes, “i would like to couple up with this boy because, he’s really amusing, he’s incredibly patient he’s seen me at my worst and my best and continued to stand beside me instead of doing what guys my age normally do.”

“i really like him.” you choke out, “he’s also cute, i guess..” muffled giggles were heard from your fellow islanders.

“so the boy i want to couple up with is..”

…

“chris!” he basically runs towards you, wrapping his arms around you for a tight embrace. those words must’ve got to him.

you both settle down mushed between the other four couples, meaning cyrus is dumped from the island, he awkwardly stood alone in front of you all which made you feel incredibly guilty for having to end someone’s time.

after a slow pause all the guys except chris huddle around him, pats and daps being handed out.

“you okay?” concern riddles his voice while you stare at the boys saying goodbye, clair and abby circle back after sharing a hug with cyrus, rubbing on your back.

“it’s okay.” abby comments.

“he knows it was time.” clair also chimes in.

he walked towards you. he had a calm manner which off the bat made you feel a little better, he opened his arms for you and you did the same, sharing a quick squeeze before pulling back.

he swiveled towards the exit of the garden, the boys followed behind him, including chris.

your friends gave you a cuddle reminding you that it’s not your fault which made you feel good enough to head inside behind the guys.

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everyone crowded in the boys dressing room, sharing words with cyrus as he packed his case, you stood in the corner with chris’s arm roped on your back and palm touching your shoulder, you had your head laid against him while you watched from the sidelines. 

with his things packed he stumbled down the stairs and everyone came behind. the walk to the villa’s entrance, more importantly exit, made it more real. he shared a few more rapid goodbyes before walking out of the big door, you all clapped him out.

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you all walked back out to the garden feeling deflated, chris walked you both towards the bean bags.

you just wanted to go to sleep after such a physically and emotionally draining day, but you had a feeling that it wasn’t over yet. the bean bag under you scrunched once you got comfortable the one across from you did the same, “you’re okay right?”

“mhm, just feeling a bit guilty.” you mumble.

his head turned to the side, you assumed it was out of curiosity or concern.

“you and the girls helped though.” you smile.

“good.” he states, picking his body off the bean bag and moving closer to you, you moved over as he signaled to sit beside you.

‘ding’, your heart drops.

“text.” clair exclaims from the kitchen, chris jumps up from the bag, grabbing your hand to help you up and guiding you to the kitchen, once you settled clair began reading.

 “chris and cade,” clair slightly pauses as she makes eye contact with her closest girlfriends.

“i’d recommend putting on some swim trunks as i’ve invited both of you to the hideaway hot tub.” your fingers go to your parted lips as people around you scream and gasp.

“xoxo, celia, #triplec.” the noises continuing to clair’s last syllable, you're too shocked to have a reaction or even think.

your stomach started turning, your mind already spiraling. chris’s arm that laid on your shoulder started patting you back to reality.

“alright, we’ll help you.” romeo comments, walking into the doors, the rest of the boys following behind, chris gives you one last pat on the shoulder before walking away.

you’ve never seen abby quieter, when your eyes connect you know she feels the exact same way you do.

“you guys have nothing to worry about.” leah reassures you both.

“mhm.” clair hums, her and kaia nodding along to those words.

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you and abby were called to the beach hut, the previous sequence of events flooded through your mind as you walked up the steps, passing by the boys changing room you attempted to peek at the trunks chris was changing into but you didn’t get a good enough look.

you both sat down side by side, dumbfounded by everything that just occurred, she looked at you and you looked at her, speechless.

“what are you thinking?” the guy behind the camera questions.

“well..that was a lot, to say the least.” abby starts which is to be expected. 

“mh..” you hum, it was too much for your brain to focus on the words coming out of abby’s mouth and the situation at hand.

“it’s gonna be okay, we’re bad bitches.” she states looking in your eyes, 

“we’re the best in the damn game and if they mess up that’s on them.”  she continues.

“right?”, she hints for your validation, “absolutely.” you state.

you both walk out the door hand in hand, your segment swiftly done or maybe it only felt that way since you zoned out on some of the questions having abby answer them for you.

you both walked out, seeing the boys walk down the stairs, chris was in the front alongside cade so you both couldn’t see them.

“where’s the girls?” you hear cade ask, “behind you.” a feminine voice speaks, they turn around at the same time, chris is wearing red trunks while cade wore blue ones which was a change of pace as you usually see him in black.

chris comes up to you once you and abby finish stepping down, you note cade doing the same, he settles his hands on your waist pulling you closely for a deep embrace.

“it’ll be alright.” he whispered into your neck his hands that moved to rest on your back circling in soothing motions before he pulled away, the feeling of his hands lingered on your body.

you watched as cade and abby shared a longing peck before separating.

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the hideaway was shoved a little away from the swings, a neon ‘hideaway’ sign pointed towards the door, you watched as they both disappeared behind said door, anxiety quickly washing over you when you can’t see his calming face any more.

everyone slowly dispersed, you abby and clair walked to the fireplace in need of a pep talk and a bit of debriefing.

the warm fire landed on your cooled skin which warmed you up, brightening your mood, “it’s gonna be fine.” clair reassured making eye contact with both of you once she grabbed your attention.

abby nodded, “i’m just not—i’m not gonna do anything if he doesn’t.” she starts which you hum along to.

“y/n, how are you?” clair asked bobbing her head to get a good look at you since abby was nuzzled between you both.

“it’s okay, i’ll get over it.” you say through deep breaths.

“i think i jus’ need a breather.” you huff as you take a stand from the cushion you just sat down at.

they follow behind you, taking a stand and huddling around you for a group hug, clair’s arms linked around you and abby’s bodies.

the cuddle was warm and tight and definitely needed to calm yourself down.

your bodies unlinked and they shared a few reassuring words before you walked off, passing a few of your fellow islanders before walking inside and up the stairs.

you took a seat at your vanity, taking this as an opportunity to do a few quick touch ups on your face, a huff of air pushed past your lips.

surely you had nothing to worry about, right? 

chris has reassured you that he doesn’t like anyone else, but ‘what if this girl changes his mind?’

after a few deep breaths you tamed your spiraling, remembering your a catch and if he can’t see that it’s his problem, you just hoped he didn’t move out of line because you didn’t want to seem crazy on national television.

you guess you needed a second to remember that.

a few moments after your private pep talk you settled beside robert and clair in the kitchen, taking large sips of water out of your nozzle, “he really likes you.” robert states, which makes you lock your head towards him, resulting in a nonchalant nod, honestly you were tired of hearing the pity, you wanted to find out his thoughts after the date, “he was stressing when you were off with him, he won’t just throw it away.”

another nod, you appreciated rob’s words but he’s only known him for a week, ‘how does he know for sure?’ 

you took a few more sips, rob must’ve assumed it was out of sadness as he continued to compensate with words, “he really does like you.” he continued as the side hug between clair and him deepened.

“whatever happens, happens” you believed what you said, sure it would suck especially after yesterday but you comforted yourself with other classics, ‘what will be will be.’

robert said other “reassuring” things but it was annoying you even though you knew he had good intentions, your eyes softly rolled before picking your shoulders off the counter in front of you and walking away with a “i’m gonna talk to abby.” 

on your voyage over to the bean bags where abby comfortably sat with leah, a certain door opened and a feminine cheer snapped your head towards it.

a latin woman linked arms with two of your islanders, her strut was perfect and her long, straight hair blew in the wind, her burgundy bikini complimented her warm complexion.

“hi, everybody!”, she unlinked her arm with cade and gave a gentle and soft wave towards the rest of you, as she walked towards you girls at the beanbags and a few islanders came towards her in different directions, you could only focus on how she wouldn’t let his arm go.

you knew you were a jealous person, it was something you couldn’t stand about yourself but you couldn’t control it, it lit a fire in the pit of your belly.

she finally let go as she shared fast hugs with the islanders coming up to greet her. you noticed chris distancing himself even with the soft smile on his face, he took a few strides towards you as she was busy with greetings.

“hi.” he smiled which caused an awkward and cheesy twist on your lips.

“hi.” you replied after a beat, he cautiously wrapped his arms around your back, snuggling you into him.

it felt like moments passed but truly it was just a few seconds strung together, he let go, moving out of your peripherals and allowing celia to take over.

she walked towards you and pulled your arms towards her for a hug which you reciprocated.

“let's go for a girls chat?” she asks as kaia and abby seem to agree, you all separate from the boys, you can’t help but feel eyes lingering on the back of your head.

you all sat at the fire pit, your legs crossed ready to learn more about ‘celia’ your mind automatically mocked her name when you thought it which made you laugh internally.

“soo..celia, how were your dates?” abby started.

“you can call me cia! my friends call me cia.” you scoff softly at the audacity to call you friends after today, you felt bad for your mean thoughts, if you were her you would’ve picked chris too, ‘she was just doing what she had to do.’

“anyway, yeah good dates, both of them, they seem sweet.” 

“are you swaying towards either one of them more?” kaia chimes in, you watch cia hesitate, “i kinda wanna keep my cards close to my chest so to speak.” she smiles which elicits an incognito eye roll from you.

“i had fun though, they’re funny.” she continues.

your eyes are averted by two guys walking to you and the rest of the girls sat at the fire pit, chris and cade, you and abby stood after a quick nod towards each other and met the boys halfway.

you and chris split off, heading towards the now empty swing as the boys had abandoned it for the kitchen, you sit comfortably on the cushion beneath you.

“how are you?” he asks as he scoots a little bit closer to you.

“fine.” you stated, the way you said it was cold which he wasn’t surprised by but he’s never seen this side of you, you weren’t trying to mean but your walls were slowly building back up as you jumped to conclusions especially after the conversation you just had with cia.

it was silent for a moment. you assumed he didn’t know what to say, “how was it?” you question your digits not stopping themselves from tumbling with the top of your dress.

“it was good, like she’s chill.”  he replies with a slight shiver as his bare chest braces the cold air.

“was the hideaway cool?” you ask almost changing the topic.

“yeah, it’s like a whole other place, it was awesome!” he seemed to get excited talking about it for some reason.

…the silence came back, a minute or so of just staring at your surroundings instead of the person in front of you.

“i think i have to talk wit’ her, but i just wanted to come back to you.” his words dragged your head back to his face, his voice was huskier, edgier but also soft and smooth when they slipped past his plump, pink lips.

your belly flipped from the sight, there was heat on your cheeks evident or not which made your lips turn into a smile, he lounged on the swing his head tilted as he awaited your response.

“tell her that.” you tease with a slight smile that you didn’t want to flash him, he scoffs lifting his head that was resting on the back of the swinging lounger.

..that silence revisited.

“m’sorry.” he whispered when your eyes met.

“not your fault.” you mumbled back while you scooted off the cushion you were nestled on, you took a stand and he did the same without hesitation.

your arm slithered along his waist coaxing him for a side hug which he happily reciprocated.

it was almost finally time to bunk down, you shifted in the oval chair accompanied by cameras staring at you as-well as a few people behind the camera. 

“what are you thinking?”

you take a second to think before starting, “i feel weird—, i don’t blame cel—cia, i would do the same.” you huff.

“and i don’t blame chris, it’s all just telling me about my feelings for chris and they’re a lot bigger than i realized and it only been a week!” you exclaim.

“imagine in fucking—“ you hesitate, “3 weeks for example, i’m doomed.” you add before your hand wisps over your dress.

“i just want to sleep.” you say lastly before being dismissed to get ready for bed.

you dragged a cotton swab down your face, the makeup you worked hard on coming down with it,  you had already thrown a shirt over your head all you had to do was put some shorts on and brush your teeth, today was exhausting for you and the islanders around you as you noticed everyone’s sluggish attitude.

“did’ya get that kiss kaia?” your head was down so you missed who asked but you could assume it was clair from her airy voice.

she nodded eagerly in response, “it was good!” she sang.

“good.” 

“how was your first night, cia?” leah asked.

“really fun, you guys have been so nice and welcoming which i appreciate.” she smiled, placing things from her suitcase in her new and empty closet.

she was sweet but you couldn’t help feeling a certain way, “aww, yay!” abby added, “glad you had a good night.” she continued using a wipe to rub her face.

“yeah, so ready for bed though.” she comments before walking out of the room.

after sliding out of your dress that hung to your lower half and tugging on a pair of shorts you took a stride to the bathroom, a brush clinged to your teeth.

the bathroom was crowded. you decided you were too tired to wait for the room to clear and everyone else must’ve agreed since the room piled up.

the descent down the stairs and the strides into the bedroom were pacy, the recoupling had changed the sleeping arrangements having romeo now placed at the end of the line of beds with leah, you were moved up and laid next to clair and robert, cia taking the empty bed beside you and chris was the only downside.

you snuggled under the covers, apart from the normal abby and cade conversation there wasn’t much chatter in the room between you islanders, that was until cia laid in her empty bed beside chris, you were busy taking a few sips from your water bottle when you noticed the conversation that quickly started beside you.

“all alone…” she huffed sarcastically, spreading herself on the empty bed, your head poked out as you watched the interaction, he just giggled, the giggle you love softly slipped out of him from a dumb comment about a damn bed.

his head turned towards you, “ready for bed?” he dragged his hand through his hair that’s been trapped under a cap all day, you nodded he assumed you didn’t have the energy to speak but truly you were too annoyed to.

‘should i be feeling this possessive already?’

cia and chris exchanged a few more words before the lights flickered off, his body turned towards you and yours turned towards his, the lack of mic around your chest made you feel like it was easier to breathe, easier to talk, like you weren’t being constantly listened to even though you know you are.

his hand lifted to your head which made your eyebrows knit at first but it subsided once he started giving you head rubs, “i don’t want her to feel unwelcome or ignored, okay?” he whispered after he rustled the sheets when he maneuvered closer to you.

his whisper made you smile and he had no trouble reciprocating it, the head pats and rubs were continuous even through his tired, lazy movements.

your eyes blinked shut, once again having no trouble falling asleep due to his soothing touches.

tomorrow will mark the start of the second week in the villa. what will happen next? find out next time on love island…

i'm an ass for taking so long but i hope you enjoyed and it was worth the wait. 🩵

i'll be updating the rest of the chapters so everything looks cohesive dw, just needed a change of pace.

tag list: @fratbrochrisgf @3lizaluvs @lily-strnlo @sigmatoiletrizz @i-love-ptv @mattsturnshleuttt @venusjaynie @jetaimevous @lizzysmith110 @firexovni

[juelzsstuff]

Telling armin about your crush (spoiler it's him)

!sfw! idk how to write i didn't pass english class dont come at me.

you two were best friends since childhood and you've always had a crush on him even a little more than a crush and the two of you never spared any details when it came to your lives. you often hungout with jean, connie and sasha and mostly went on missions with their group. you two were talking around a camp fire to catch up after everyone had gone off to sleep, too deep in conversation to head to bed.

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"imagine if the captain saw us up still, he'd probably make us dig each others grave" you say laughing quietly. "yeah i know but hey at least we wouldn't be dying along as a titan snack" he smiled back at the thought of you two being buried next to each other with matching headstones. A memory sparks in your mind, "omg i forgot to tell you", you turn toward him ready to spill your latest gossip, something you two did regularly. "i went out to go do my cleaning in the mess hall and i saw the hottest man i have ever seen in my entire life and okay so my first thought was holy shit, my second was the realization that i looked like i just crawled out of a pile of horse shit and i was already staring at him and yk what this man did" you pause covering your face in embarrassment. armin has a huge smile on his face waiting to hear how badly you fumbled, "what did he do?" you slide your hands off your face and turn toward him putting a hand on his leg to brace yourself from what you are about to admit "he came up to me because i'm staring still and said 'are you okay, did you come from the infirmary?' and i just made a weird noise that was supposed to be words and walked off". armin starts laughing trying to hold back, "you need serious help, there's no coming back from that y/n", you respond half laughing half fake crying "I KNOW". the laughter dies down and armin speaks up "so what did he look like?" you try to think of what he looked like and draw a blank, only remember some key points, "he had like brown hair and was sort of tall definitely shorter than you.....i guess now that i think about it, i really didn't see his face so he was probably average looking. not really my type". armin chuckles and he asks, "so what is your type then".

you think for a moment, a pang of anxiety runs through you. you've always pushed down your feelings for him and just enjoyed your friendship but tonight you might as well get a little bold. you think for a moment and look up at the starry sky, "i like smart guys yk? like the ones who aren't just a feral idiot ready to pick a fight or so full of themselves that it's annoying and weird". "blondes are okay too, my favorite actually" you say while stealing a glance at him, he's looking down at the ground and not really paying attention. so you keep talking "i've had a crush on this one guy but either he's oblivious or he's not interested so i've given up and so ive gone for the opposite type". armin looks at you intrigued, "a crush? like a serious one or like i barley saw his face and i made a weird noise one?" he says holding back a smile, his perfect teeth flashing for only a second. you nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes, "like a serious one". "can i guess who it is?", a nervous zap runs through your body and all your confidence is running out the window. armin seems to notice and is now even more excited and confident in his conclusion. he speaks with pure certainty, "it's reiner isn't it?"

your face drops and all the anxiety you had before has become straight disappointment, the only thought in your mind: omg he's an idiot. how is the smartest man in the scouts really this oblivious, you might as well have said your crushes name started with a ar and ended with a min. well maybe he knew what you were trying to say and he's giving you an out. it's too late now, time to commit or dig that grave you two were talking about earlier. you sigh and look at him in his sky blue eyes, "do you seriously not know? i'm talking about you armin" he sits there eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks, "w-what? me?" "yes who else, seriously? don't say you actually thought i was into reiner" you say sheepishly. armins heart is beating fast, he never thought you would think of him that way in a million years and all of a sudden his dreams have come true. all the years he spent listening to you talk about boys and his attempt to shove down his feelings for you and try to fall for another girl no longer mattered. all the times he got excited when you came to talk to him and no one else, every time you accidentally brushed his hand and it went straight to his soul. it now means something more than before but now his brain has basically stopped working and he might as well be dreaming. you talk again as you watch his brain short circuit "i love you armin and i always have, more than just a friend". he doesn't look at you and looks up at the camp fire with a smile and says, " i love you more than you know y/k, everything about you is so perfect. i always told myself anything you need i would be there first before anyone or.... any other guy could be. i would listen to you talk about the guys you see or liked and i would make a note in my brain of how maybe i could do the same so you'd talk about me and get that same look in your eyes". he chuckles, "one time i even tried to style my hair differently and i unbuttoned a few buttons on my uniform but the captain saw it before you could. that was the day i had to run laps till i collapsed". he smiles and hesitates before looking at you, soaking in your features in the moonlight contrasting with the dim coals of the bonfire. he speaks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind or ear, "you're so beautiful, i thought it was too good to be true". you blush and lean closer to him, the two of you like magnets. you stop inches away from his face, feeling his breath hitch and you look up at him and see his eyes closed. he's nervous, how cute, you wonder if he's ever kissed a girl before but that's better to ask after. you close the distance and his body relaxed and you melt into it with him, his hands reach up and hold your face so lightly. you've always wondered what it would be like, what he would be like and it's even better than you imagined.

[hypernova-writes]

KinkTober Day One

[Scout - Overstimulation]

Synopsis: Maybe you shouldn’t have teased Scout…

“Ah Ah, You don’t get to run this Dick Dollface~”

A choked moan left your body as you hear Scout laugh behind you, his hips pistoned into yours. You don’t remember how many times you’d came, you lost count at 2. You don’t even remember how you got here..

You just remember hanging out with Scout, sitting on his lap. He was showing off his baseball cards, and you..you just kept grinding against him, you could’ve sworn you heard him groan.

“Don’t, Dollface.”

You didn’t listen.

that’s how you ended up with your hands bound behind your back, Scout’s body covering yours like a blanket. He placed light kisses on your back, as his thrusts picked up speed. You whined, your arms squirming as you desperately wanted to grip the bed sheets, tears were already in your eyes.

He notices and smirks, “Aww..what’s the matta’?..Feels to good?..” He moves to groan in your ear as he feels you clench around him.

“Tch..fuck..you feel so good..I can see why ya’ was beggin’ fo’ ma cock..”

“Such a filthy slut..teasin’ me, ya lucky I didn’t bend this cute ass over and just fucked you on my floor.”

“c’mon..moan louder fa’ me..let the others know who’s fucking your brains out..”

You could only Mewl in response as he rises up, placing his hands on your hips. “God this ass looks so fuckin’ good…” He groans, giving your ass a couple of smacks, loving the moans that you let out. You were whining, struggling to form a sentence, that’s how he knew you were getting close. You would just turn into a mess, begging for more, his name was all you knew when you were about to cum.

“Is my baby gonna cum? Hmm? She gon’ make a mess all ova’ ma dick..?..” His tone made you squirm, his words sending jolts straight to your cunt. You buried your head into the pillow of his bed, your moans reaching a higher pitch that you wanted that had Scout smirking.

“Mhm..there we go..that’s it babe…let it go..” He says lowly, before he reached down to undo the restraints holding your hands back. He massages your wrists, watching as you went to grab onto the pillow as you came down from your high.

He slowly pulls out of you, before helping you onto your back, so he could see your flushed and fucked out expression.

“Damn..look at you babe..All mine..” He comes as he nestled himself between your legs, making you spread them open. He smiles down at you as he aligned his cock with your entrance once more.

“S-scout..”

“you can give me anotha’…right baby?” He asks softly as he slowly pushes himself in, He leans down to capture your lips in his. You only moan in response as you wrap your arms around his neck. “mhm..y..yea..I can…”

“Good Girl..” Scout groans against your lips, he then pulls back as he starts a steady, slow yet powerful pace. He keeps his face on you, loving the little faces you made as you took all of him. He knew you were overstimulated, the tears running down your cheeks, and the flushed puffy look of your cheeks said enough, You were a vision to him.

All you could do was moan out his name, his name falling from your lips like a prayer being recited. He could feel you cumming again already and it broke him, he pinned your hands above your head as he suddenly started to slam into you, sloppy, messy thrusts as he neared his own orgasms.

Your legs squeezed around his waist as your back arched up off the bed. “H-hold on a little longer babe..I’m close..so..so close..fuck!”

Your moans, the way your cunt just hugged him like a vice was enough to send him hurdling over the edge, His hips finally stilled as he spilled into you, his face coming to rest in the crook of your neck. He gives a dozen more thrusts before he finally stops, pulling out.

He pulls his face away, looking down at your tear stained face, He gives you that cute smile that you loved so much.

“how ya feel?..” He asks as he moves to lay beside you, he caressed your face, wiping away any tears left.

“good..definitely gonna be sore in the morning..” you joked as you snuggled up to him, earning a chuckle from him.

“What can I say? That means I did a good job~” He nuzzles his nose against yours, before planting a kiss on your cheek. “Let me known when you wanna move, sweet cheeks, I’ll help you..”

“thanks babe…”

“Annndd don’t be afraid of letting me know you want round two~”

Yayyy!! First day of KinkTober down! Remember just because I am doing kinktober doesn’t mean that you can’t request things! My ask box is still open!! <3

[prettyboypistol]

7MIH With The Mercs! || TF2 x M!Reader

Implied that the Merc stuck with you has a MAJOR crush on you, but is too stubborn/shy to say anything about it.

Reader is an employee of Mann Co., a lot like Ms. Pauling, but for trivial things that the mercs need. He essentially takes reports of issues/needs and sends them forward.

Scout

As Scout is shut into the cramped closet and the door is locked, he hears the noise of someone else being in there with him.

"Scout?"

FUCK.

Scout bangs his hands on the door, demanding to be let out.

Def more shy than stubborn, but he plays off his bashfulness as pride.

He's blushing like the deepest ruby and shaking like an autumn leaf while there with you. The closet is so cramped that you can feel how fast his heart is pumping!

He's shy, not stupid, so he aboslutely "accidentally" brushes his hands on you as he tries to move.

Soldier

Solder was asked to simply retrieve some supplies from the closet. He opens the door to see you in there, only for a force to shove him in and lock the door.

"WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?! i DEMAND AN EXPLANATION!"

"Sir? Are you alright?"

Very awkward and remains as still as possible, as there is no room to flail about.

100% stubborn, not shy at all.

He refuses to even acknowledge that you're stuck in there with him, but if you start apologizing he'll give a few "words of encouragement" like that the situation isn't your fault and whatnot.

Engineer

Engineer just went to go get some paper towels because of a spill that happened in the garage! He was caught completely off guard when the door shut behind him, locking as snickers were heard from outside. Engineer sighed, but fumbled through his tools for his lockpick, but he then heard a familiar man.

"Dr. Conagher?"

His stupid heart skipped multiple beats.

He suddenly fumbles with the tools in his belt, profusely aologizing for not noticing you earlier. He sounds embarrassed as he deftly handles his toolbelt

Assures you that he'll get you two both out of the closet, totally not because he's shy about being so close to you!

He's a gentleman, so he doesn't do anything to you. He apologizes for every bump he does against you.

Demoman

Well, nobody really locked Demoman in the closet, he moreso drunkenyly stumbled in while looking for something and accidentally locked the door!

"Tavish?"

God damn, how lucky! His favorite person!

Overjoyed to see you and strikes up a conversation immediately, as if he's not pressed up against you and uncomfortably close.

He drops a few joking pick up lines like: "If you wanted to get close to me, you coulda just asked!" "So, come here often?" etc to get you to laugh.

Probably makes the joke that you two should fool around, tilting your chin up to lock eyes with him, but nothing too incriminating of his true feelings.

Heavy

Well, Heavy wasn't locked in the storage closet, not initially, at least. The doorknob fell off!

"Um- excuse me sir-"

Heavy realized he wasn't pushed up against a cabinet, but the little assistant of his dreams. Oh god, he could just break the door in, right?

Heavy def feels embarrassed, being so impatient and angry enough to break the handle in front of you. He apologizes for getting you into this mess and how cramped you are.

Offers to knock the door down for you.

He's not shy per se, but he's definitely nervous about his feelings for you. He's bold enough to put a hand on your shoulder/back as a reassuring gesture.

Pyro

They're not really aware of the situation until the door latches shut. They're mad that they were shoved into the closet initially, but hearing you announce that you were in the closet and to please not light the closet on fire! Made them reconsider the situation.

They're not... opposed to being so close to you, but the situation isn't optimal!

Pyro holds you close to comfort you, trying to explain that they're not gonna hurt you as a civilian.

They've always held an affection for you and you could tell. They seemed more aware of the world and more lucid when you talked to them, anyway.

If nobody comes to get you two, Pyro pushes you away and uses thier axe to break the door.

Spy

As gracelessly as possible, Demoman shoved Spy into the storage closet. It was meant to be a harmless, albeit slightly spiteful joke, but the Scotsman didn't realize the little assistant was in there as well.

Spy did, as their bodies were far too close for his comfort.

He's embarrassed, but is never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He's SUCH a joking flirt, making you laugh as he picks the lock.

"What a shame, I think the men were playing a joke on us, no? Oh, how the world hates the beautiful." dramatic ass bitch

DEF wants to take the opportunity to feel you up and actually hit on you, but doesn't because "it's not the right time"

Medic

As Medic is shoved into the dark storage closet, his body bumps against another.

"Ack! Who the hell is in here?!" Medic huffed.

"Mister Medic?" A voice spoke out. Medic looked towards the voice, immediately.

'Gott in himmel, why'd they wrap him up in all this?!'

He's very awkward and avoids the situation, makes a show of demanding to be let out.

He's more on the stubborn end of the spectrum rather than shy, but he is certainly a little more bashful around you.

The most you're going to get from him in the closet together is an accidental brushing of his hands on your sides, to which he will refuse to speak on.

If you had a light source, the man would OBVIOUSLY be blushing.

Sniper

Sniper is just going into the storage closet for some bleach, but when he sees you, he slams the door shut, accidentally dropping a plank underneath the doorknob.

"I- fuck."

gay PANICS HARD, forcing himself to be quiet. He might be silent physically, but his mind is so loud.

He realizes the cliche and won't forget this ever! He's blushy, he's sweating, and god he wants to kiss you. He tries to assure you- apologize, even! But he's tongue tied!

If you come onto him, he doesn''t protext, but does that cute lil "hey now.." softly as he holds your wrists. He doesn't stop your hands moving, though.