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so, you got a boyfriend?
pairing: amber freeman x fem reader
genre: sfw
words: 2.8k
summary: amber hits up reader on her phone, pretending to be a guy from her class so she can see if reader is single to get closer to her and take her on a date. (there’s lines from the iconic opening of scream in this. bold quotes signifies the lines used. based off of this tamber edit!! watch it for context please, it’s important to the plot)
warnings: jealousy-filled murder mentioned, stalking, obsessive and possessive behavior, amber being yandere-ish, amber kills for you
in the stillness of the night, you lay nestled in your cozy home, surrounded by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through your bedroom window. the eerily hum of distant city sounds of woodsboro lulled you into a dazed reverie as you gazed at the empty ceiling above your bed, eying the flat, smooth surface of it. you didn’t understand why your parents bothered moving to this place, there was nothing even special about it, it was dull, boring, and quiet…. too quiet at that. to make matters even worse, what didn’t help to make the city less creepy was the fact there were so many murders happening around here. that’s how you found yourself here, confined to your room with nothing to do... especially now that your parents have you in a safe place to prevent you from becoming ghostface’s next potential victim.
little do you know, the person who was causing all of these murders so happened to be outside of your window. it was no other than, amber freeman, one of your classmates from your art class that was focusing her dark brown eyes on your relaxed figure staring at the ceiling. she thought you were just so beautiful, it’s like the moment she first saw you, she had to make you hers. ever since, the teacher introduced you as the new girl to the class, she felt this strong feeling towards you.
she was continuously watching you to make sure you got home safely and to protect you from any ominous men in the alley, weird boys at school, and occasionally even girls if they made advances toward you. her body was overcome by a wave of overprotectiveness. she even killed a guy for you because he harassed you for your number, and stole his phone off of him so she can contact you. that’s how crazy she was for you, and how willing she was go to go extreme lengths for you. she frequently appeared below your window, concealing herself behind bushes while wearing her black ghostface outfit that blended in perfectly with the night sky to prevent detection.
the stalking started to turn into a daily habit, which led her to learn things about you, even personal things. she shouldn’t even be outside stalking you, and it’s a good thing richie didn’t even know that she had a crush on some new girl at her school. if he knew, he would try to kill you or even convince her to kill you… but that would be such a waste. you were too pretty to just die, she wanted you. once she obtained your phone number, she instantly felt happy because she would finally be able to call you, her dream girl.
suddenly, you hear your phone go off, the ring tone chirping from the phone’s lock screen while it vibrates against the sheets of your bed. the sound of the ringtone cutting abruptly through the peaceful, calming atmosphere that you were just in made you wonder who wants your attention. who could possibly be wanting to be calling you so randomly in the middle of the night? you grab the phone and turn it over just for it to be…. a random number calling you? at the sight of the random numbers showing on the screen, you let out a sigh while you stare at the phone with a blank expression, your thumb grazes over the decline button.
moving to an small, mysterious town and finding a private number ringing you immediately away—yeah that’s totally not unusual. you turn the phone over and don’t even bother with it. since that ruined your mood of peace, you decided to go downstairs to fix you some popcorn to prepare yourself for a movie to get things off of your mind.
amber wasn’t too happy about that, a frown was present on her face while she watched you ignore her calls. just who do you think you are seriously ignoring her calls? you weren’t doing much anyways, you were just some random teenager stuck at home on a normal night while her parents were away. so she calls you again, pressing her finger to the call button to send the call your way.
that’s when you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, the vibration sending chills down your spine. the sound danced from soft to loud, starting as a faint jingle before swelling into a vibrant melody that demanded attention. you pull out the phone again, it was just that same number calling you. each ring carried a sense of urgency, beckoning that you respond to the call that awaited you on the other end. you begin to press the answer button as you hold the phone to your ear, before speaking.
“hello, who is this?”
“can’t tell you that much, sweetheart, but what i can tell you is that you got a nice voice.”
on the other side of the phone, you heard a masculine, deep voice. their voice had this weird feeling to it, there was something off about it like it was robotic or fake... it just didn’t feel quite right. it’s as if it could’ve been a voice moderator so therefore this person could clearly be hiding behind a fake voice… not their own… how odd. but who in their right mind would even use a voice moderator in this day and age to talk to someone? even if it was a voice moderator, the fact that it has an attractive voice doesn’t help either.
you began to snap yourself out of these crazy, dumb conspiracy theories so you don’t freak yourself out. maybe it was one of those dumb guys at school playing a prank on you. boys being boys, perhaps?
as weird as this was, you couldn’t help but feel yourself blushing and smile while your cheeks begin to warm up. you timidly tuck a hair strand behind your ear, feeling shy from the sudden compliment. just who is this person and why are they even complimenting you? and why are you getting so giddy from a complete stranger at that?
“um, thank you. i appreciate the compliment, but i think you got the wrong number. i’m going to hang up now, have a nice night.” you speak out, trying to end the conversation before things get further. everything about this phone call was just so sudden and random, there is no way they meant to call you and talk to you. you begin to press the decline button wanting to just finish the conversation but the voice talks again, distracting you.
“wait, wait! don’t hang up!” amber exclaims into the phone, her eyes watching from her eyeholes of her mask at the scene of you about to decline her call again. she starts to get frantic and upset because now she may never hear your voice again. she’s doing all that she can to persuade you, as best as possible, so you don’t hang up. she gave you a compliment and made you blush now you wanna end the conversation? god, you were just hard to please. you let out an annoyed huff when you see how persistent and whiny the voice is acting towards you. “okay, fine, i won’t hang up…. just who is this, exactly?”
the unknown voice doesn’t even bother to respond to you, ignoring the question. it was pretty clear they weren’t going to tell you too much based on the answer they gave you when you asked who they were the first time. you should’ve known better to not even ask again. it seems they just want to keep their presence unknown and not reveal themselves. very, very suspicious. “let me guess, are you the guy from my math class that asked me out for my number today? ethan, was it?”
“bingo, sweet thing. that’s right.” amber replied, going along with what you’re saying, clearly making a lie. the lie was so stupidly funny that it was taking everything in her to not break character by laughing. the fact that you simply believed her was just naive and she loved it. the guy that you think that you are talking to is actually dead, he’s not even alive. she’s just taking over and pretending to be him to simply get closer to you.
the beeping from the microwave starts to get your attention, which makes you go run to it so you can get your popcorn out of there. “what’s up with the noise in the background?” amber asked, clearly playing dumb like she doesn’t see you getting popcorn out of the microwave. “it’s just popcorn, that’s all.” you replied, pouring it into a bowl, watching the popcorn fill inside of it. you start to carry the bowl towards your room, beginning to sit on your bed. you grabbed the remote to the tv in your room, turning it on to find your favorite horror movie to watch.
“popcorn? are you about to watch something?” the raven hair girl replied back to your comment. she watched you turn the tv on, wondering what you were planning to watch now. “yes. i’m going to watch a horror movie, right about now. could we continue this conversation another time?” you said, still clearly not interested in the conversation and just wanted to be left alone. your parents would be so pissed at you if they found out you were sitting on the phone talking to some stranger. they warned you so many times about how the ghostface murders have always started with a random phone call, but you just assumed it was one of the many guys from school who wanted your number. that ethan guy did say he was going to call you tonight, but you didn’t take him seriously until now.
“oh? a horror movie? could it be… (favorite horror movie)?” “ethan” replied back, ignoring your request on ending the conversation. “he” just wasn’t going to quit, was “he”? you started to feel yourself getting really shocked, feeling excitement in your face when you heard the voice guess your favorite horror movie. suddenly, the conversation felt interesting to you, maybe ethan wasn’t so bad? you wanted to give “him” a chance. “what? how did you know it was that one?? that’s my favorite!” you beamed, a smile stretching across your lips when you heard your favorite horror movie being mentioned.
“just a hunch, i guess.” amber smirked, knowing damn well she was lying about it being a “hunch”. when stalking you for quite some time in previous nights, she figured out your favorite horror movie, just like she figured out majority of your favorite things. she was feeling quite proud of herself when she watched how giddy you were acting at the sound of her mentioning it. just a second ago, you didn’t even wanna talk to her but now you’re suddenly all up and bubbly to discuss with her. she was slowly starting to win you over.
after moments of discussing your favorite horror movie, you began to feel more and more comfortable with this “guy”. you hate to admit it, but… a small crush was forming and it was crazy because you only known “him” for such a small amount of time. you never smiled or laughed this hard from someone in this fucked up town. it felt nice to have this moment right about now. amber started to speak up, so she can change the subject. “so, you got a boyfriend?”
when you were asked that question, you begin to blush and were left a little speechless at the sudden subject change. “why? you wanna ask me out on a date?” you giggled, playfully twirling a piece of your hair like schoolgirl talking to her crush for the first time. “maybe… do you have a boyfriend?” amber responded, a little bit of stern adding to her tone, clearly trying to get an answer out of you to see what you will say. she needed to know this because she hated seeing all of these annoying guys around you, it was so unbearable. she needed to know if you were single to make you hers once and for all. even if you weren’t single, she could make you by simply killing any potential crush of yours or secret admirers that look in your way.
“no.” you speak, shaking your head behind the phone. at the sound of that, amber felt so much happiness and excitement inside of her body at that response. she definitely had to make you hers somehow and someway, she’ll figure it out soon. “you never told me your name.” she announced, still trying to keep up the play pretend act of being some guy that asked you out. she acted as if she didn’t see your name saved in this phone on the big, bright phone screen but she had to stay in character to earn your trust.
“why do you wanna know my name?”
there was another giggle that escaped your lips, you pressed your hand to your mouth to hide more laughter to situation. you started to just mess around with the “guy” at this point, just wanting to play stupid. you clearly knew why “he” wanted to know your name, it’s because “he” was obviously interested in you. however, a part of you was confused because you could’ve sworn you told ethan your name when he impatiently asked for your number…. unless he forgot? he was in a hurry to get to his next class after all, when he was speaking to you.
“cause i want to know who i’m looking at.”
the smile on your face instantly dropped, causing you to freak out internally, a million of thoughts racing in your head. your gut instinct told you to check the windows since you were in your bedroom and that’s the only way someone could really see you. all of the doors in the house were locked and the windows downstairs had curtains closed, so theres no reason to bother going downstairs to check on everything. you hop out of your bed immediately to go run to see if theres anyones outside… just for no one to be there. you see, amber is always just one small step ahead of you.
she’s been behind the bushes outside of your window, never moved out of her own spot to go directly in front of the window. she’d be a complete idiot if she did that. at the sound of hearing your frantic footsteps run to get out of bed and you not seeing anything, thats when amber spoke up.
“made you look.” she sneered, causing you get to get upset at the fact that she was clearly playing a prank on you just to scare you. “all of this talk about horror movies we just had, and you still fell for this? if i wanted to know who i was looking at, don’t you think i’d make myself known by taking you out on a lovely date soon instead of hiding behind this phone call…?”
this “guy” just scared the absolute shit out of you and all “he” could talk about was a date? wow, talk about a total jerk, right? you started to roll your eyes, not pleased with the amount of terror that just came through your body. you start to get visibly annoyed, which amber can see from her stalking spot, loving your reactions to this. you ended up closing the curtains to your window so no one could see you now. now, amber wasn’t the happiest when she saw that you did that, she could feel a pout come onto her face because now she couldn’t admire you.
“a date, really? you don’t even know my own name. this is not very funny, i’m hanging up.” you huff, about to press to decline button until the voice comes through again.
“wait, so no date? i could just learn it through text or even at the date! cmon, i’m sorry, let me make it up to you…” amber pleaded through the phone, a sweet smile behind that mask hoping you would forgive her. she couldn’t hold back from doing this, you looked way too adorable when scared, just as she thought you’d look. you begin to give in and just sighed at the response. “fine. if i go on a date with you, will you hang up?”
“it’s a done deal.”
after a while, you and “ethan” started texting. it wasn’t that hard for amber to convince you that she was ethan by sending selfies of him off his phone to you. you did actually ended up giving “him” your name just so “he” can make plans for the date. on a random day after school, you ended up going to the cafe “he” told you to meet up with him at….. just for you to end up waiting a while for “him”. he never did show up, leaving you stranded all alone at the empty table booth. it’s such a shame because you didn’t even pay attention to the news to know what truly happened to him. however, to make light of the fact you got stood up, you did end up meeting a really, really cute girl named amber at the cafe…
#amber freeman#amber freeman x reader#amber x reader fics#scream x reader#scream x you#scream x reader fics#q’d 🖤
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🍂 𖥔 ݁ ˖ autumn leaves | hueningkai youth in autumn fic.
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“come on, y/n! just a little bit more!”
kai never really told you what this whole walk was about. maybe something to do with the local park and the fact that he has been excited with the leaves changing colors? maybe. nonetheless, your feet are hurting and you’re definitely not in the mood for walking anymore.
“kai, i can’t go any faster! my feet hurt!” - you say trying to make your voice sound sufferable - “are you sure we are close to the park?”
“just a little bit more, y/n. i promise.”
you two don’t live any closer to the central part of the town. which huening often used as an excuse for not going to any of the social events. like the time the whole city did a 24 hour dancing event, where the last couple standing would get a trophy and a free dinner in any restaurant they wanted. you’re still upset about it, by the way.
but something has changed this boy’s mind and today he decided to drag you the whole way there to see the autumn festival. he could’ve at least warned you to not wear your favorite pair of cozy boots. they’re the cutest pair you own but the comfortability did not match with it’s beauty.
“close your eyes, y/n.” he says out of sudden while turning back to look at you.
“now not only do you want to kill my feet but also make me walk without seeing anything?” this boy is seriously a mystery to you.
“stop complaining, y/n. i promise it will make sense.” - a pout formed on his lips. - “just do it for me.” his face looks so adorable while pleading that you’re left with no choice but accepting his wish. even though you wanted to drag his begging longer just to see this cute look in his eyes.
“okay, fine! but can you stop hiding things from your best friend? you know, the one that you always said you loved and cared about?” you said while closing your eyes and placing your hands above them.
you both walk for a few more minutes, until kai, who has been walking behind you while guiding you with his hands on your shoulders, stops.
“why did we stop, hyuka?”
without saying a word, the boy puts his hand on yours, taking them slowly out of your vision. “what do you think, y/n?”
kai had prepared a beautiful picnic under a tree. but not any tree. the oldest and biggest tree of the whole park. it is the hardest spot to get during the festival season, since a lot of the couples book it to confess their love to each other or getting proposed to.
everything seems straight out of a movie. the towel plastered on the grass, filled with your favorite food and drinks, the smell of the fresh baked bread filing your senses. not one single detail goes by without you noticing it.
“kai, i… i don’t even know what to say.” you tell him, trying to process the beauty that is in front of you.
“it’s okay, y/n. as long as you like it, that’s all i need to know.”
“like it?” - you give a small pause and look at him. - “i love it! kai, this is so beyond anything i expected! this is just so… special.” you look back at the picnic trying to not cry, thinking about all the work he must have put through this just for you.
“what did you think i was going to do?” he laughs at what you just implied.
“i don’t know… maybe trying to get me to like that terrible coffee you love.”
“first of all, that dinner makes the best coffee out of the whole town. second, i don’t love it. i just think that more people should appreciate the work that old lady puts in making her coffee.”
“well, you and the rest of those bitter people who love bitterness for sure appreciate her bitter coffee.”- you pause a bit. - “and yes, you do love that coffee.”
“should we eat, y/n? i feel like food is gonna make you less grumpy.”
“hey! i’m not grumpy! my feet hurts, remember?” you try to make him feel pity.
spending time like this with hyuka is always your favorite part of the day. you wouldn’t mind if he just brought you to town to walk around and talk. as long as it’s with him, nothing matters.
this feeling has been growing inside your heart constantly now. the days where you aren’t with him seem to be passing slower. your heart beat increases just by the mere thought of him. you have been avoiding this voice inside of your head. but now, here with him, it all comes back.
his dark brown hair flowing with the wind, cheeks a light shade of pink because of the gentle cold breeze, his wide smile, the way he says your name after each sentence, even the moles on his face and neck that make you wonder how it must feel under your lips.
you’re scared to admit what these feelings may be. after all, he's your best-friend. he must not feel even remotely close as you feel about him. but, oh god! how you’re wrong.
“y/n, is everything okay? you seem a little distant.” huening looks worried at you.
“yes! i’m fine!” - you smile trying to ease his tension. - “i was just thinking about some things. nothing to be worried about.”
“oh, good! because, ummm… i want to give you something.” he scratches the back of his neck.
he pulls a beautiful little black box out of his jacket. it has a big black bow on top of it and a thin piece of paper that has “to my y/n ♡” written on it.
“i saw it in luke’s pioneer store and thought of you.” he says while giving you the box.
you open it and a beautiful golden heart necklace is waiting for you inside.
“if you open the heart, there’s a picture of us.” his shy voice speaks.
the picture is from the year you two met. when his parents moved across the street and yours forced a friendship to happen between you and him, because the “oh, poor boy seems so shy, y/n.”
little did your parents know that you actually met the love of your life.
“kai…” tears form in your eyes again.
“let me put it on you, y/n.” he says while standing up
“of course.” and you get up too.
“wow, i must really have left you speechless. it’s the first time you do something i say without arguing back.”
he was right. you don’t know what is happening with you now. in fact, you don’t know what any of this means. the picnic and now this. all under one of the most romantic places in town. your mind is too foggy to think straight about anything.
kai’s breath hits your neck and you can’t help the shiver’s that appear on the surface of your skin. he’s so close. too close. you can feel his warmth, his chest on your back, his hands on your neck. it’s all too much for you to process.
but hueningkai wasn’t in his best senses either. his breath is uneven. his mind screaming at him in need to leave kisses in your exposed skin.
“i’m done.” he says while trying to keep a safe distance between you two.
“how do i look?” you say while facing him.
“you look… beautiful.”
something in his eyes is calling you closer to him. without even realizing what you’re doing, you close the gap between you two. your faces just a few inches from each other.
“i have been waiting for this, y/n.” kai speaks first.
“for seeing how i look from up-close? i’m sure it’s the same as before.” you laugh at him.
“no, y/n.” - he laughs back. - “well.. yes! because you look even more breathtaking than before.”
your heart skips a bit.
“you know that bringing you here today isn’t just a coincidence. right?” - kai puts a strand of your hair behind your ear and puts his large palm on your cheek. “i thought about this day a million times. and… god, it’s just so hard to talk to you while you look at me like this. i had a whole speech prepared but looking at you made me forget all of it.” you two laugh at his sudden reveal.
“i guess what i’m trying to say” - he continues. - “it’s that i love you, y/n. since the day i looked at you. since the first time our eyes met, i always knew that i loved you.”
that strong urge comes back to you, this time as a strong wave that puts your lips on his without a second thought. kai is caught by surprise with your sudden action. but it doesn’t even take him a minute to kiss you back.
the kiss is urgent but romantic. why did it take so long for you two to do it? why do other people have to come before these feelings come into the surface? you can’t answer. but right now, you don’t want his lips to ever leave yours.
he’s gently pulling you even closer by your waist as you grab him on his neck. both of you’re trying to close any gap that could possibly still be open. the urge is so intense that you don’t want to separate even for breathing.
but eventually kai pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. his wide smile plastered on lips and it makes you want to kiss him again.
maybe you and kai waited to fall in love along with the brown leaves that fall down the trees and dance together with the wind.
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© gyuletters, 2023 - do not repost, copy, or translate. // finally releasing the first fic for the autumn event, YAYYY!! sorry for taking so long. as some of you may have noticed, i’ve been distant from tumblr. there’s nothing big happening or taking my mind of writing, i’m just lazy for sitting down and having motivation to write LOL. but i promise to try posting more fics. also, did u notice my references to gilmore girls? that’s how you all know how much i love this show. anyways, i hope that you all enjoyed this fic. i’ll be back with moree~!! always remember that i love youuu~!!
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I am once again asking for the solarpunk community to pay attention to the Wholesome Direct
Full list of games with links under the cut. For the purposes of this list, I tried to single out games that (at least appear to) focus on nature, technology, and community. That said, I don’t think there was a single loser in the entire direct and I can’t list them all, so go watch it yourself!
Solarpunk: Survival game in a technically advanced world of floating islands. Alone or together with your friends, you can construct buildings, grow food, craft gadgets and hop on your airship to explore distant islands in the sky.
Station to Station: A minimalist & relaxing game about building railway connections. Grab your conductor’s hat and bring the voxel-art world to life through the magic of trains!
Smushi Come Home: Play as a tiny lil' mushroom who's lost in the forest and can't find its way home. Explore unique areas freely at your own pace, chat with friendly inhabitants, and take on different adventures to get back home!
Flutter Away: A short nature exploration game set in a cozy nook of the Amazon rainforest. Explore nearby tracks, take photos, meet animal friends and journal your discoveries!
Kamaeru: Foster a sanctuary for frogs and restore the biodiversity of the wetlands in Kamaeru, a cozy farming sim where you raise frogs by playing mini-games and decorating your habitat. Hop right to it!
Kibu: A tranquil adventure in the heart of the wilderness. As a solitary monk you must build a temple, brew delicious teas, and journey into the wilds seeking out ancient spirits. Carve out your own special corner of home in a beautiful, mysterious land.
The Guardian of Nature: An exploration adventure and puzzle game. Go with the botanist Henry on a magical journey to save the mother tree. Use your ability to change in size to explore nature from big to small and solve solarpunk puzzles to put nature back in order.
Townseek: Embark on a journey across the world of Explora and discover the lost legacy of Sir Reginald Sharkingston! Discover exotic landmarks, trade with faraway towns, fish, mine, and farm as you complete your journal and make a name for yourself!
Diluvian Winds: A management game set in a small hamlet at the foot of a lighthouse. Welcome weary travelers and help each other to try and survive the unpredictable weather. Grow your hamlet on land, under the sea or among the clouds.
Loftia: A Solarpunk MMO game set on a floating city in the sky! (keep your eyes on this one. no official website yet but it’s set to have a kickstarter and pre-alpha soon)
BONUS: Games that don’t quite fit the solarpunk mood but fit the solarpunk themes
Mineko’s Night Market
Venba
Sopa
The Palace on the Hill
Magical Delicacy
Garden Witch Life
Grimoire Groves
Wylde Flowers
Moonstone Island
Garden Buddies
Orange Season
Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life
Botany Manor
Fields of Mistria
#gaming#games#wholesome games#wholesome direct#solarpunk#including Smushi was probably cheating#but come on it's a little guy and it's their birthday!!!#my personal winners that don't quite qualify for this list were Tiny Bookshop and Cato
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As you can maybe tell by the three reviews I posted in July, it was a good reading month! Overall, at least. I still had a couple “this was fine” and one DNF, but there were a lot of hits and I read more books than I have the last few months.
So, highlights: The Hollow Places was fantastic, as was Bookshops and Bonedust but for very different reasons. If you’re worried that Baldree won’t be able to repeat the magic of Legends and Lattes, stop now. It was pure cozy delight. March’s End didn’t get a review simply because I already had three coming, but it was also very good. It examines family dynamics and the realities of a portal fantasy world in a very complex, adult way. The characters are believable if not necessarily likeable, the world-building is great, the writing is strong… all the things.
But between March’s End, The Hexologists, and The Hollow Places, I needed a lot of lighter books to balance, as you can probably tell by the rest of my list. I enjoyed pretty much everything! I’m just sorry I didn’t like the Sanderson more but I guess that’s a sign he isn’t an author for me since I didn’t like the last book of his I read either. I’m also a bit sorry I couldn’t get into The Atlas Six because so many people love it, but I dropped it in a Little Free Library and it got snapped up almost instantly so hopefully it’s found a better home.
So that was my unhaul of the month! I … did not do well with my book haul, or perhaps I did too well with it. The Odyssey and Thud were both damaged books that came in at work and I couldn’t say no. Thud has some wear to the cover; the Odyssey has some uncut and weirdly bound pages I’ll need to slice open. (Have I read and do I own other editions of both? Absolutely.) Love in the Time of Serial Killers was an unexpected rebound—I originally got it as a reading copy and passed it on to a coworker, who sent it back when she’d finished.
And then, well. There’s a new bookshop opening in my metro area. They’ve taken over from a used bookstore and have to sell off its stock before they can properly move in their own. I had to go help out, right? I couldn’t find anything in their SFF section I wanted but still left with three books: Gaudy Night, Evelina, and a collection of Molière. I went with friends, the same day we saw Barbie. ’Twas a very good day, all around.
And last but not least, I have started on one of those long, dense reads that will last ages. I’ve had Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century on my shelf for years and made it a goal to finally start it this year, since it’s totally up my alley but also huge and academic. There was a point in July where I didn’t want epic stories, light stories, or narrative non-fiction, so I figured that was as good a time to start it as any. I’ll probably read a section or two a month, whenever a similar mood hits.
And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…
The Hollow Places - T. Kingfisher
Kara moves into her uncle’s museum of weird after her divorce, only to discover another universe behind a wall.
9/10
🏳️🌈 secondary character (gay), disabled secondary character
warning: body horror
Bookshops and Bonedust - Travis Baldree
Viv is recuperating from an injury in a sleepy town, where she finds a struggling bookshop, new friends, and a mystery. Out in November.
9/10
🏳️🌈 main character (sapphic), 🏳️🌈 secondary character (sapphic)
March’s End - Daniel Polansky
The Harrows have been tasked for generations with protecting a fantastical other world, but now the family is fracturing and that could endanger everything.
8/10
major 🏳️🌈 character (lesbian), 🏳️🌈 secondary character (sapphic), African-American secondary character
warning: toxic family dynamics, commentary on colonialism
Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli
Imogen puts the A in Ally and that’s fine. Then she visits her best friend in college and meets a girl….
8/10
🏳️🌈 main character (bisexual), main character with anxiety, 🏳️🌈 secondary characters (nonbinary, pan, lesbian, bisexual), Jewish secondary character, Brazilian-American secondary characters, secondary character with ADHD, Japanese secondary character, Black secondary character, 🏳️🌈 author, #ownvoices
warning: biphobia, discourse
The Hexologists - Josiah Bancroft
The Wilbys get more than they bargained for when they’re hired to find a lost royal heir and stop the king from baking himself into a cake. Out in September.
7.5/10
possibly biracial main character
The Bookbinder - Pip Williams
When World War I pushes Peggy out of her routine, she’s forced to choose: a life binding the books of the Oxford Press or a life studying them?
8/10
major autistic secondary character, disabled secondary character
warning: war, injuries
The Nobleman’s Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel - KJ Charles
Rufus is the new Earl of Oxney, saddled with a crumbling estate and a bitter family. Desperate for a good secretary, he hires Luke—who has a hidden agenda which doesn’t involve tupping the boss. And yet. Out in September.
7/10
🏳️🌈 main characters (demisexual-gay, gay), main character with dyslexia, 🏳️🌈 secondary characters (gay), minor Black British character
warning: toxic family dynamics, abuse
Weird Rules to Follow - Kim Spencer
Mia starts to notice that she and her best friend are living very different lives, with very different expectations from the adults around them.
7/10
Ts’msyen protagonist, Mexican-Canadian secondary characters, Ts’msyen secondary characters, Gitxsan secondary character, Ts’msyen author, #ownvoices, 🇨🇦
warning: racism, alcohol abuse
A Man and His Cat, Vol. 3 - Umi Sakurai with Taylor Engel (translator)
Kanda begins to deal with his emotional baggage, with the help of his cat and a fellow teacher.
7/10
Japanese cast, Japanese author, #ownvoices
Bookshop Cinderella - Laura Lee Guhrke
Evie is quite content as a spinster with a bookshop. Duke Maximilian has wagered he can make her the diamond of the season. This is a strictly platonic alliance, of course.
6/10
The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England - Brandon Sanderson
An amnesiac man wakes up in a country that may or may not be Anglo-Saxon England with an exploded guidebook. Good thing he has ~*~Mystical~*~ ~*~Powers~*~™.
6.5/10
Persian secondary character, Chinese-American secondary character
Picture Books
The Skull - Jon Klassen
Otilla finds a large house in the woods inhabited by a talking skull, so she helps him in return for shelter.
🇨🇦
DNF
The Atlas Six - Olivie Blake
Six ambitious magicians compete for a coveted place at the Library of Alexandria.
🏳️🌈 main characters (multisexual); Black-British, Cuban, Japanese, and Persian main characters; Filipino-American author
Currently reading:
Kill Show - Daniel Sweren-Becker
A teen goes missing after running back to her school bus for a bag. Forget podcasts: time for the reality show! Out in October.
warning: missing child, murder
The Wager - David Grann
A secret mission in the Age of Sail. A shipwreck and a mutiny. The perils of the sea—and your fellow man.
Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin
A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.
Stats
Monthly total: 11+1
Yearly total: 75/140
Queer books: 4
Authors of colour: 2
Books by women: 7
Authors outside the binary: 0
Canadian authors: 1
Off the TBR shelves: 1
Books hauled: 6
ARCs acquired: 4
ARCs unhauled: 6
DNFs: 1
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Spring Questions
I got tagged by so many wonderful people: @michellemisfit, @energievie, @suzy-queued, @mishervellous, @surviving-maybe, @shinygalaxyperson and @creepkinginc
Sending you all so many hugs to wherever you are! xox
your name: Vey
where in the world are you? Germany
your favorite color: pink
a song that always puts you in a good mood: Hard Rock Hallelujah - Lordi
your favorite flower: tulip
it’s a beautiful sunny day and you’re going on a picnic with friends. what snack are you bringing to share? Some baked goods. Savory and sweet. Some fruit. And a cocktail.
bumblebees or butterflies? both!
describe your ideal weather: spring weather. A deep blue sky, white fluffy clouds, a light breeze and the first rays of warm golden sunshine.
what are you reading right now? I just got a series of "cozy mysteries" set in a seaside town, with a slow burn gay love story. Will I actually get around to read it any time soon?! Unlikely. But it's nice to have them waiting for me during my next time off.
museum date or nature walk? Depends on the one I'm dating, really. I'm down for both. And I know my dog would prefer one over the other.
it’s movie night in the park and your turn to choose, what are we watching? some classic 90s horror like "I know what you did last Summer", followed by a film that makes me feel happy like "Pride" or "Little Miss Sunshine"
and finally, share some sunny words for your friends & followers:
You are my sunshine - my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you - so please don't take my sunshine away.
xx
Everyone has done this one already, I think. If YOU haven't and YOU want to do it. Please do it!! :D
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In honor of our first group arriving into Albion this week (and October, our spooky season), we’re going to be sharing some of our favorite skeletons that we’d still love to see! Interested in joining us? We hope so!
THE YEAR IS 1923. Welcome to Albion, a small-town, magical roleplay game based in a fictional valley in rural New England. Nestled between two mountain ridges, Albion is home to a cozy, eclectic, and ultimately slightly spooky community, intentionally isolated from the outside world.
MEET THE JOYFUL
THE GIFT
The Joyful can see auras, and is adept at understanding the thoughts, emotions, and intentions that create them. She comes off as intuitive, but it is more complex than that. When attuned to those around her, she can influence their moods with her own, radiating goodness, emitting bitterness. What she cannot do is control how their emotions may catch her.
IN BRIEF
Lesser people may call her an optimist, or perhaps naive, but the Joyful knows better. Joy is a choice, and she must be willing to seek it out to hold it in her grasp. And she does. From apple pies at the solstice festival, to picking the first wildflowers of spring, the Joyful sees the prettiness in the world -- and embraces it. She would have liked it to embrace her, too.
Instead, she finds herself tethered to young wards: her students. As a teacher, she is practiced in the art of patience, and she has empathy for the young ones in her care who must learn it, too.
She is cozy fireside winters and exuberant summer twilights, the lines upon her face traces of an uplift, evidence of her laughter. Life is short and days are long.
It is possible to be so bright that no one can match your spark. The years run long, and the Joyful moves into a little home that she makes for herself, and builds a little life, fit for just one. Slowly, her life travels; first it is visits, short and sweet, then it is trips, with beginnings and endings, until finally, she awakes one morning in a little home, and a little life, far away from the valley. From that day, where the present moment settled upon her, the children will not listen to her admonitions, she finds her moods as fey and raucous as a summer storm. The garden is full of mealy roses, and her pet -- her one companion -- knows it too. It is time to return home.
MYSTERIOUS PAST
Some time ago, the Joyful learned the value of saying no. How did she learn that lesson? What made her forget it, and return to her old ways?
READY? BOARD THE TRAIN 🔮
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Cherry River, Virginia
A travel Article by Lizzie Kenicky
Cherry River, West Virginia is a small town that is known for its laid-back and fun-loving atmosphere. The town is located in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains and is surrounded by beautiful scenery and natural wonders. It has a population of 15000 people. It’s known for feeling like halloween every single day of the year.
For those who love the outdoors, Cherry River offers plenty of opportunities for hiking, fishing, and camping. The nearby Cherry River National Recreation Area is a popular spot for outdoor enthusiasts and features miles of hiking trails and scenic views.
Cherry River is also a hotspot for those interested in the rich history of the Appalachian mountains. Home to many urban legends and folklore, the town embraces its creepier and darker side at every turn. The town is also home to many historical buildings, as the town is one of the first founded municipalities in the state. With a town museum, two libraries, and an archives, this town is the dream for anyone interested in Appalachian history and folklore.
Cherry River is known for its rich history and folklore, and some of the local mysteries include the legend of the Mothman, strange disappearances in the nearby forests, and sightings of ghostly apparitions. For those interested in spooky stories and urban legends, Cherry River is the perfect place to visit. There are even ghost tours available for those brave enough to explore the haunted spots around town. Even creepier, the town has a history of very mysterious deaths and disappearances!
But don't let the spooky stories scare you away, Cherry River is also a town full of friendly people who love to have a good time. The town hosts several festivals throughout the year, including the Cherry River Festival, which features live music, food, and games for all ages. Cherry River truly offers something for everyone, whether you're seeking outdoor adventure, historical exploration, or just a good old-fashioned good time. Cherry River also has some wonderful shopping spots! Most notably, a state-famous record store, and a very unique vintage shop in the heart of downtown.
If you're feeling brave, be sure to visit the abandoned asylum on the outskirts of town. Legend has it that the asylum is haunted by the ghosts of former patients, and many visitors have reported hearing strange noises and seeing unexplained apparitions. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, the abandoned asylum is definitely worth a visit for the thrill-seekers out there. Just make sure to go with a group and bring a flashlight!
If you're looking for a unique experience, be sure to check out the Cherry River Escape Room! This immersive experience will take you on a journey through the spooky history of the town, as you solve puzzles and clues to escape the room before time runs out. It's a fun and challenging activity that's perfect for groups of friends or family. Don't miss out on this one-of-a-kind adventure in Cherry River, West Virginia!
If you're a fan of horror movies, Cherry River has a small independent cinema that shows horror classics every Saturday night. The cinema is located in an old, historic building and has a cozy and intimate atmosphere. It's the perfect way to spend a spooky night out in this charming town!
And for those who prefer a more relaxed experience, Cherry River has plenty of cozy cafes and restaurants where you can enjoy a cup of coffee or a delicious meal. The town even has a famous bakery that's known for its delicious pies and pastries. Whether you're in the mood for outdoor adventure, historical exploration, or just a lazy day in a charming small town, Cherry River has got you covered.
Can you mention the beautiful Cherry River itself? It's a gorgeous river that runs through the town and is a great spot for fishing, swimming, and kayaking. Also, the town has a rich music scene with many local musicians performing at the cafes and restaurants.
You might fall in love with the town even more! Cherry River is a town full of surprises, and the more you explore, the more hidden gems you'll discover. From cozy cafes to spooky ghost tours, there's always something new and exciting to experience in this charming Appalachian town. Whether you're a local or just passing through, Cherry River is a town that will capture your heart and leave you wanting more.
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Romantic Places in Dubai
Dubai is not just a refuge for people seeking adventure or unusual forms of entertainment. The city also has a warm place for newlyweds! Treat yourself to the spectacular waves and skylines, indulge in traditional cuisine, or simply explore the mysterious desert in detail. There is something for everyone, whether you yearn for a long, romantic stroll through the night, a meal outside while the stars shine, a cruise in the chilly air, or a campfire in the desert! Get your emirates visa for Pakistan citizens to enjoy a romantic day in Dubai.
A romantic dinner
There are several cafes and restaurants in the city with lovely views and a romantic atmosphere that are perfect for taking a date. But first, you need to apply emirates visa for Pakistan nationals.
1. Pierchic, Madinat Jumeirah
Unquestionably, one of the most romantic restaurants for a date night is Pierchic. The atmosphere will bring out the uplifting conversations and the catch-up sessions. Along with delivering some of the best seafood meals in town, the location has a breathtaking view. In a way, Pierchic's great position delivers magnificent in a romantic atmosphere because it is perched on its own pier in The Arabian Sea. Pierchic makes you an irresistible offer while relaxing music is playing on the deck, the sound of the sea lapping against the shore, and a warm atmosphere are all present.
2. Pai Thai in Madinat Jumeirah
Thai cuisine is particularly well-known at Pai Thai. Therefore, even though the food's quality is guaranteed, the setting and atmosphere are suitable for creating the correct mood. One of the attractions of Dubai is the Madinat Jumeirah. The layout of the streets along a man-made canal, the breathtaking views of The Burj Al Arab, the modest shops and stalls on either side of the streets, and the abundance of cafés and restaurants that are thoughtfully placed all around have their own allure.
Take an abra (a traditional Arab boat) to the restaurant and go via the man-made waterways. It is advised to reserve a table for two outside so that you may take in the breathtaking views of The Burj al Arab and the starry night since they have wonderful outside dining.
3. Villa Beach
This is the location for you if sharing lunch with your special someone right on the sand seems romantic. Sit across from the Burj al Arab and bury your feet in the chilly sand as you take in the seafront vista! Positive energy and a romantic ambiance abound at The Villa Beach. Then there's the fantastic food and welcoming service. Your romantic evening just got better thanks to the breathtaking views of the hotel and the sea!
4. The Eauzone, The Royal Mirage
This restaurant's unique selling point is that throughout the day, a lot of office workers hold their meetings and have lunch here while enjoying the view of the ocean. But at night, it transforms into the ideal location for a romantic adventure. The Eauzone, which serves delectable European food with an Asian touch, is quickly gaining popularity.
5. Fish Beach Taverna - Le Méridien Mina Seyahi Beach Resort & Marina
This eatery seems like it belongs in a romantic comedy film. Enjoy the mouthwatering Turkish, Greek, and Mediterranean cuisine while sitting beneath the stars with the beach in front of you and the iconic Dubai skyline in the background. The fact that Fish Beach Taverna is so unusual is what puts it on our list. You can choose to spend your romantic evening on one of their numerous bean bags, on the beach, or in the garden. As you cuddle up in your cozy bean bags and enjoy a hot cup of coffee while watching the sunset over the ocean, the fairy lights above you will begin to twinkle. Our ideal dinner date would be that!
6. Spend Some Romantic Moments By The Beach
If, however, you prefer to go surfing with your significant other and don't particularly love the laid-back, conventional romantic supper, then do it at The Kite Beach in Dubai. This beach is a one-stop shop for sports, the beach, shopping, and delicious food, making it a really exciting location for your date. The Kite Beach offers a wide range of water sports, including surfing, kite surfing, parasailing, wakeboarding, and volleyball, so you can come in the morning and play a variety of sports on the beach, relax on the beach in the afternoon, go all out in the evening while you indulge in these activities, and then retire in the evening while enjoying some of the best fast food in Dubai.
7. Water Park
We wholeheartedly advise visiting one of the city's waterparks if you like the notion of spending the day near water but are tired of spending it at the beach (and we can't blame you because we're equally crazy with the Dubai Waters!). The idea of spending an entire day with your significant other is immensely romantic, so mark the occasion by visiting one of the area's two waterparks, Aquaventure or Wild Wadi. Both are themed water parks that promise hours of entertainment as you ride down their wild and inventive slides.
8. Overnight Dubai Safari - Luxury Dinner in the Desert
Imagine being in a setting with a bonfire, a starry sky, and a meal with your loved one! Tourists and residents alike enjoy going on desert safaris. To get the fullest sense of living in the desert, a few safari operators even organize an overnight safari. The entire night would be filled with traditional entertainment like belly dancing, tanoura dancing, and henna painting/tattooing while a gorgeous, delectable supper (mostly Arab Cuisine) is planned for everyone to enjoy beneath the stars. If none of this interests you, don't worry—the desert safari is packed with attractions for thrill-seekers!
9. Romantic Moments in A Hot Air Balloon
While some people enjoy starry nights, others can't stand the sight of beautiful sunrises. In such a case, Balloon Adventure Emirates LLC, the most reputable and knowledgeable tour operator in this industry, has everything planned out for you! Flying in the air will allow you to more fully appreciate the majestic majesty of a desert, especially during its golden hours, when you observe the enormous expanse of sand that the sun's rays have made glitter. If you're lucky, you might even catch a glimpse of local wildlife like oryx, gazelle, and camels.
10. Al Dhabi Stables
These stables provide a novel setting for romantic celebrations. the manner portrayed in The Runaway Bride. You and your spouse can engage in a variety of activities at Al Dhabi Stables, from horseback riding to get up and personal with animals like ducks, chickens, and turkeys. But what exactly is romantic about this? I think the possibility to walk hand in hand with your significant other at dusk in a desert wilderness or ride into the horizon during the sunset is in and of itself an unorthodox manner of falling in love.
11. A Spa Date
A spa date is an ideal way to bring romance and luxury together. As the spa takes over, have a massage together and learn what true relaxation is all about. Give yourself to the soothing touch of expert magicians at the top spa facilities in Dubai and wave goodbye to all the fatigue from the adventurous journey. If you want to feel true and natural, visit spas like Talise Spa and Heavenly Spa. If you want to feel elegant and exotic, visit The Spa and Anantara Spa.
12. A Limo Kinda Date!
Because Dubai boasts one of the most impressive collections of limos, some rental companies take advantage of this by allowing members of the public to enjoy the luxury of a limousine for special occasions like prom nights, birthday celebrations, hen nights, etc. By arriving at your destination in luxury, let the limo play a significant role in your date night as well. You name it, they have it when it comes to the opulent yet comfortable, powerful yet elegant limos, from Cadillac to Ford, Mercedes to Hummer. Impress your date by riding in a limo, which has reasonable prices. You can even ask the tour operators for tailored services with necessary amenities like the availability of a skilled chauffeur, access to in-car entertainment, and a range of soft drinks and snacks.
13. Miracle Garden
The Miracle Garden is the spot you should attend if you grew up watching clichéd Bollywood films where the dance scene is set against a stunning backdrop of hundreds of flowers. Known for having the largest garden in the world with a million or so blooming natural flowers. Take a stroll through this garden with your special someone and a top-notch camera because the photographs you get will be spectacular!
13. Dinner Date On-board
If all else fails, you can always fall back on the tried-and-true romantic meal on a boat. In Dubai Creek, you can select a traditional Arabic dhow for a few hours of sailing, a good supper with unlimited soft drinks, and on-boat entertainment. If you're seeking something more, you can certainly take a yacht or the Marina Dhow Cruise across the Dubai Marina, where you'll be astounded by the breathtaking architecture of the buildings and the Marina Skyline. Try one of The Bateaux Dubai's dinner cruises for a more romantic and individualized experience.
14. A Romantic Walk
Why is the "Before Sunrise" series one of the most romantic television series in the world? due to the film's unadulterated portrayal of the protagonists' unadulterated emotions as they explore Paris. So take your special someone on a long, passionate stroll around Dubai's beaches, or even better, explore Dubai as you go. Walking around Downtown is a personal fave. The Burj Khalifa and the largest Hotels are concentrated Downtown. View Dubai from an entirely different perspective as you stroll through the city at night, taking in the magnificent skyline, and the abundance of cafes, bistros, and restaurants that line every street. Just be sure to keep your camera handy because all of these locations offer a healthful, nutrient-rich feed for your social media accounts after getting your emirates visa for Pakistan passport holders.
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CONDEMNED TO CYMRU
The setup for Nicholls’ novel is deliberately absurd: After a war between Liechtenstein and Wales, a group of Icelandic researchers have deployed the narrator, Magnus, to Wales to observe culture and society there. The novel is ostensibly a report of his findings, formatted as an abecedary, riffing on towns alphabetically. As a guide to Wales, it’s useless: Magnus writes that Sennybridge is home to the “World Interspecies Kissing Championships” and that the residents of Pen-y-clawdd “want more sheep.” But most entries emphasize Magnus’ own emotional territory anyway: His badly acne-afflicted face, which he discusses in putrescent detail, his contemptuous mother, and his strained relationship with Katrin, a fellow “repulsive freak.” In between are scatalogical jokes, riffs on 1990s alt-rock acts (including a funny, furious rant about PJ Harvey) and multiple interlocutors with Pynchon-ian names (Isadora Pledge, Greg Impasse, Aaron Swanlopp). It doesn’t add up to much of a story, but then “story” isn’t really the point; indeed, another extended rant about the cozy comforts of Ian Rankin mysteries implies that “story” is a kind of antagonist. (As Magnus writes, “Neatness and pith have no place in fiction.”) So Nicholls uses the abecedary format and repeated tropes to create a sustained mood of angry/funny dissatisfaction with the world, romance, and literature as we know it. The novel’s conceit is in league with works by the likes of Gilbert Sorrentino or David Markson, but Nicholls’ brand of absurdism emphasizes comedy, which generally works. Sometimes Wales is the butt of the joke: Of Elan Village, he writes, “If this village was lacking a particular concept, that particular concept would be élan.” But Magnus’ target is usually himself, and the self-deprecating approach somehow makes the project go down easier.
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The Traveler
Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x f!reader Western AU
Summary: 1907, Old West. A mysterious traveler settles into the boarding house you help old Mrs. Adler run, inspiring newfound and daring behaviour in yourself with his wit, whip, and charm.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, weapons involving guns and whip, canon typical violence, mentions of alcohol, SMUT, brief outdoor sex (literal roll in the hay field), fingering, oral f!receiving, piv sex, slight bondage, Jack Daniels is a scoundrel but we love him, let me know if something is missing...
Word count: 15k (forgive me)
A/N: gif credit to @javier-pena— thank you astrid! more huge thanks to cris for lovingly listening to my ramblings and troubles, as well as kelli, nat, cici and dani— you all have shown so much support! i can’t believe this fic has a physical form now. huh. cowboy take me away...
Series Masterlist ~ Next Chapter
Chapter One: The Risk
The boarding house hasn’t left you much time to yourself.
A spill, a stain on the rug, a scuffle in the parlour between men who’ve had too much to drink but refuse to go up to their rooms. You might as well be a shadow when you pick up poker chips from the rickety wooden floor after they’ve been whacked off the table. No thanks are given as you scoop them up for the players too focused on their game, one about to lose a hefty chunk of their pocket.
The main floor looms silent, save for you at the kitchen basin. Behind you, the dining table and the cozy parlour room beyond it sit spick and span by your hand, the cushioned chairs pushed in. Each minimal detail acts as a marker of your exhaustion, yet the strenuous day is not over yet; with a dishcloth in your palm, you scrub away the dirty dishes from dinner.
Your feet ache, sharp from your heels to your toes with incessant use, the pain made greater by your pinching desire to go upstairs and dream away the repetitive days. Mrs. Adler insists on continuing to provide room and board to visitors, although she is of little help the past year, her back and older age preventing her from joining in on your numerous, boring tasks. But it’s not an unfortunate agreement; she owns the house, you receive the privilege of a steady home for your labour.
What’s more lies in the steadily warming weather and the longer days of light, not to mention— a new visitor, clean-cut, harnessed with a whip and dashing charm.
Looking out the window, you find the populous town bustling in the endings of a sunny evening, horses and wagons trotting past, kicking up dust as they block pedestrians. As you wipe your brow with your forearm, you grab the last fork and wash it down, making it sudsy before you rinse it in the clean water. You finish up, setting the cloth to dry as the front door swings open and a pair of boots trudge over the floor, swiping on the mat.
“Evenin’, little lady.”
Concealing your thrilled smile to yourself when you recognize the voice, you adjust your apron, smoothing out its ripples before you turn to see Mr. Daniels tipping his hat with a sweet smirk. He ambles over to the bar, an obvious perk in his mood to find himself greeted by you after an equally strenuous day.
Mr. Daniels rode in a fortnight ago; stetson tipped low, a warm dual holster wrapped around broad shoulders as he directed his horse towards you at the well. Hey there little lady, he called in his smooth voice, holding his hat to his chest as he questioned where one would find shelter— and glad was his smile when he watched you return to the same building an hour later as Mrs. Adler showed him his room.
A self-appointed “traveler looking for work,” he spends his weekdays busy at the construction site of the new post office, a job taken to pay for his room upstairs— the one beside yours. Every waking moment left to spare is spent at the swish of your skirt, a man in deep pursuit of knowing you. He’d never quite kept to himself since his arrival, gradually prying you open through subtle questions, gentlemanly enough to entertain your answers unlike others to whom you’re merely a scrubber and server.
There before him, a busy woman who made her own way. Kind, and not silent.
He's an enchanting companion, too, making up for all that loneliness of working with your thoughts, recounting stories of camping in the mountains up north and of helping a Marshal with an elusive thief. His charm is apparent and clear in a rather sweet way as he gets along with other guests at the table or fireplace— but the flirting pours from his lips only into your ears, easily like the whiskey he drinks opposite you at the bar. Warm and welcome, making you burn up inside.
You’d imagined he was just as much a flirt with you as with anyone else, yet the more you take notice from your stations of chores, the less he seems to amp up the allure on anyone but you.
“How’s the finest woman in town doin’ today?”
Scrunching your face in humorous disbelief, you pull a glass from the cabinet behind you and a bottle of whiskey from the other one below the basin. Jack hums appreciatively at your automatic gesture, setting his hat on the surface to his side, patting the brim.
“She’s got sore legs.” Opening the bottle, you pour the golden liquid into the glass. His eyes widen for a split second as he huffs a laugh, a dimple forming in his cheek and you can’t help but to admire his worn appearance after a day’s labour— the soft wave of his dark hair, his shirt with two loose buttons and the sleeves rolled up, the slight bit of sweat still lingering on his collarbones.
“Oh, darlin’— say, does that…” he turns to look behind him, assessing the dining table and the parlour room beyond it, ensuring that you two are alone in the vast area of warm wooden panels and framed pictures, “old bat ever let you outta here?”
He snickers when your mouth falls open in shock, but within a second you’re giggling into your hand and Jack is sitting pleased with himself, taking the glass and downing the drink.
“Sometimes… if it’s for the house, then yes.” You sigh with a grin you’re trying not to show, but the cowboy before you is a comfort you can’t resist. As he leans back, you watch his shirt pull tight over his chest and his suspenders strain against his waistband, the softest belly visible just above it and you snap your gaze away before he finishes.
“Mmm,” he groans at the sharp taste in his mouth, setting the glass down. “Then, I’m guessin’ you ain’t got time for me to take you for a ride, hm?”
You blink, visibly lighting up as your palms start to run over your apron again, “A ride?”
“Yes, ma’am. You met my Sylvie at the well, the white horse. Remember her?” He rests his forearm over the counter, a large hand laid flat before you.
“Why of course I do, Mr. Daniels— she’s at the livery stable, isn’t she?”
“That’s right.” His lip twitches. The incessant request you call him Jack has done little to break down the formalities you wish to stick to, but his lips soon curve upward again at the thought of his girl. “I gotta take her out in the evenin’s to stretch her legs. Thought of you joinin’ me.”
You turn your head to look out the window, briefly pondering your small but constant reverie of taking a horse, wondering where you’d end up. Three visits you’ve had with the animals in the livery stable the last few months. Mr. Hanes, the old rancher, lets you greet them without hesitation— he trusts your gentle hand, but three visits is plenty considering the schedule Mrs. Adler gives.
“I’d love to, but Mrs. Adler might not—” you cut yourself off when Jack calmly raises his hand to assuage your stress in rejecting his offer.
“Don’t worry your pretty head,” he coos, your chest constricting tight against the seams of your bodice at his sugary compliments, “Just means I’ll have to steal you away another day.”
Jack throws a sly wink to cheer you up when you slump, knowing you may not ever get the time to join him before he leaves town.
“Or, I suppose,” he starts, backtracking and inspiring a rise in your spirits, “what’s a man gotta do to convince a… hard workin’ woman like yourself?”
His expression laces with a tinge more seriousness, brows set hard in his quest as he looks over your face, your hair, your dress.
Your involuntary “oh” at his question causes him to shift in victory, the smirk on his face growing two sizes. You pause, actually considering an answer this time, heart rate rising rapidly as you set your fingers on the edge of the counter to fight off a shiver when he leans into your space.
“Because, it sure sounds like you ain’t had any fun in a long… long…” He trails off when he looks at your lips, momentarily appearing boyish with his face of wonderment although his voice has dipped so low, it could rumble in your own chest from where he’s seated.
“What do you think it’d take?” you prod, unsure of what he’ll say. “You know I care about Mrs. Adler’s rules, and I don’t intend on losing my job for a… scoundrel, like yourself.”
Jack barks up in deep laughter at your choice of name, smoothing his fingers through the waves of hair at the top of his head.
“Now, who said I was a scoundrel?”
“I said. Tell me,” you giggle, “what do you think?”
“You seem to love bein’ stuck here, doin’ strangers’ laundry and cookin’ for ‘em too…” You raise your brow in warning but he continues his jabs, slowly standing up from his stool and bringing his face ever nearer to yours. “Love bein’ told what to do…”
His breath is the slightest whisper by your ear and you clench your fists harder on the countertop to stave off another shiver, your knuckles tensing hard.
“Hush, cowboy. I happen to be careful about my job,” you interrupt, trying your absolute best to seem austere and Jack’s cheeks gain some colour, his throat bobbing when he gulps. He clears it and waits a prolonged moment, studying your hard-set expression.
“Maybe, a little adventure would convince you.”
“That’s true,” you whisper, your body melting too much to speak aloud, giving in to his guess and teases, and standing in such proximity, you battle to keep your breath shallow.
“I’ve been watchin’ you, lookin’ out that window all wistful, and I’ve damn well felt the same.”
Your stomach turns at the sudden change of mood from the giddy flirting to the serious topic of your loneliness, trapped in these walls you scarcely leave; the spoken confession of his admiration. The most fresh air you’re used to is when Mrs. Adler needs groceries, or water, or the odd time you do have a free schedule.
“What did you do about it?”
His hand inches closer to yours, velvet voice winning back your gaze when he explains in a gentle tone, “What I’m doin’ now. Livin’ like this two years, takin’ whatever job works. You see a lot, but you ain’t stuck.”
“Well—” drawing back your hand, you try and think of anything capable of changing your odd desire to go off with him, “what I have is safe, I suppose.”
“And what is it that you have?” His face flashes in genuine and challenging curiosity, head tilting and you nearly gasp at the defined lines of his neck when he does, the way he stands authoritative as he settles his hands at his belt.
“A room,” you retort primly, raising your chin with poise and instead of continuing to fall further into the handsome man’s enticing gambits, you busy yourself with putting away the bottle of whiskey and readying to scrub down his crystal glass. Jack leans his elbows over the counter as he watches your back.
“Yeah,” he stresses, “a room, but no damn pay. You worry when you’ll have the time to go for a walk. Now, I ain’t tryin’ to get you into trouble with the lady, but I do say… a little amusement wouldn’t hurt.”
He’s right without question— it’s not that Mrs. Adler is a woman to resent; she provides what you need for your work, but you’re no less stuck than a wheel in sand. Stilling your scrubbing motions in the sink, you look blankly at the flowery wallpaper before you in consideration, hearing Jack’s almost-silent chuckle of triumph. “You think about it a lot, don’t you. Not bein’ cooped up.”
“Mr. Daniels,” you spin, smiling, “are you trying to get me to go on a ride with you, or are you convincing me to sneak out?”
“Both,” he croons, and his face brightens at those words of yours, a hopeful shimmer in his eyes and he looks the slightest bit desperate for it, unlike the confident manner he possesses every other second remaining. “No fun without the sneakin’ part.”
Despite yourself, you indulge him, briefly peeking behind him to make sure this conversation is still strictly private. “Promise I won’t regret it?”
“On my life. I’ll take all the blame too, darlin’, if that helps.”
“My, my, you are adamant, Mr. Daniels,” you sigh in a pleased tone, tutting as you shake your head.
“I see a sweet thing like you and I, well, I have some rescuin’ to do.”
The word makes you scoff, but Jack still wears that smirk you can’t decide whether to kiss away or wipe away, drumming his fingers absently over the countertop.
You spend little more of the evening together as you wipe down the dining area, doused in the warm light of the gas lamps and the careless flirting from his end and yours, until Mrs. Adler wanders in, cutting your company off when she requests that you prep the bathing rooms for the following day. With another tip of his hat to the both of you, Jack returns to the door, off to the stables.
-
The next few days of cat and mouse fall together in a blur, drying sheets in the sun and whipping up cool drinks for the visitors; but to your disappointment, no extra time has gathered for Jack to sweep you away for a ride. Unable to catch you in a chore-slump, he lingers on and on until he wishes you goodnight with an indulgent grin when he catches you in the hall, knuckles brushing over yours in the warm light and the slim walls pushing you closer together. He’d implied sneaking out when he mentioned taking you for a ride, but someone always happens to be up during the night— a potential witness.
He trails you like a duckling, sharp wit dragging you further under the charm you have little resolve to resist anymore. It’s still a single glass of whiskey and nothing more, your companion drawn by you and not what you’re serving when he sits at the bar. This is what you’d expected though, to lose free time to out-of-the-blue clean ups. Over and over, spills and poker chips. You could get used to it. There’s been no other dweller who chats you up in such a way to get your mind working and not just your hands— not even Mrs. Adler, in all your time of knowing each other.
The remaining guests keep to themselves; among them, Mrs. Crockett resides mainly in her own room, a quiet middle-aged woman only passing through town while her husband is off to the mines up north. Mr. Porter and Mr. Bryant amble over to the saloon in the evenings in search of the larger crowds, but otherwise play card games at the dining table for you and Jack to listen in to and snicker when they yell the odd curse. They all ask Jack to join them, the group of men and sometimes the women, yet they never succeed in doing so.
It’s another cool morning that will warm up by afternoon when you see him next, handing him his breakfast as the rest of the company joins the table. His face is bright after a restful sleep, the crooked grin around his spoon making you giggle as you catch his eye from your spot behind the bar. Mrs. Adler strolls in not two seconds later with a to-do list bearing an unusual task.
“Most of it will be the evening duties, my dear.” Tucking a strand of grey hair back into her otherwise neat bun, she pats your cheek lightly with her other hand and permits you to have your breakfast once the guests are finished. Drawing her hand back, she places it on her hip and finds her way into the small room behind you so she can tend to the books. But you don’t pay attention. You stare at the last note, “oats and sugar.”
Simultaneously, your heart lifts and your stomach drops as both mirth and disappointment mix. At last, an excuse to leave, and Jack will be laying out long pieces of wood to fashion into framing. You have to conceal your exasperated laughter as you try to forget the whole situation, and Jack is promptly at the other side of the counter, handing you his bowl— a minuscule gesture to prevent you from carrying more things back to the wash basin—and he smiles with glittering eyes as he tells you, “Have a fine day.”
Your subsequent grin is as genuine as you can make it when you return the favour, though your warm cheeks are real as can be, watching him cover his hair in that sharp, dark hat, a sleek jacket pulling tight ripples of fabric over his shoulders.
In the height of the heat by afternoon, with the bed linens drifting on the line, you set out not in your usual chore dress, but a neater one, a wicker basket hanging from your forearm. A walking dress, you could call it— the rare escape you have from the home is in this dress, its skirt long and layered.
There are so many places you could roam— the field, the tailor, the stables— but with one set request, you walk in the opposite direction of all three things, headed towards the general store. With a short glance behind, it’s clear why the boarding house attracts a wide variety of visitors compared to any other roadhouse or hotel nearby. Its proud blue paint and the neatly kept window frames flank the porch with its single hanging flower basket, though its waterings are seldom followed through. It holds the other buildings to a higher standard, you decide, sticking to the sides of the main road to avoid colliding with any horses or determined passers-by.
Picking up the pace, you bite the inside of your lip in giddy excitement at the thought of seeing Jack, with a chance to finally tease him in the midst of work after his days of distracting you from your book-tending and tidying. A little amusement won’t hurt, you remember him saying, as you shield your eyes from the bare, cloudless sun.
The general store and its grocery boy come into view the same time Jack does, setting down a beam of wood with another man, straightening his sturdy back in a long stretch. He appears to make for another beam laying in the assembly area, but as he turns, he catches sight of you in the road and stills, giving a bewildered smile.
Waiting for the woman in front of you with a gnawing awareness of Jack’s attention, you trail into the store with a quick glance back— he watches you through the sea of people until a man calls his name and his entrancement breaks. You pick and pay for the oats and sugar with Mrs. Adler’s notes, trying not to giggle at Jack’s obvious, confused surprise, and the grocery boy smiles appreciatively for your business as you make your exit.
You brush your thumb over the full basket’s handle as you step back into the street to watch Jack remove his hat, shaking his head in disbelief— but he can’t abandon the men working around him, so he raises the stetson in a far-away greeting and you wish with everything you have that he would take you for a ride already. You wave back with a grin and turn, breathing deep through your nose, and you feel his eyes on you for as long as you’re visible to him.
At sunset, you step out back to take the linens in, the clothespins snapping on your fingers, the tall grass of the field rustling along with your skirt. As you work in the soft orange light, the town finally calms down for the dinner hour, and you yelp and flinch in shock when a hand suddenly wraps around the last sheet and lifts it. You take a hurried step back with your hands held out in front of you, but it’s only Jack behind it, grinning at you and your jumpiness.
“Oh, wasn’t meanin’ to scare you,” he chuckles, reaching to unclip the sheet from the line, taking it down slow and careful to prove his harmlessness. With one hand on your heart, you use the other to reach for it, cheeks burning with the embarrassment of your fear but he jerks away and gathers the fabric behind him.
“Hey—”
“Were you teasin’ me?”
“What?”
Jack inches closer, close enough for your skirt to brush against his shins when the wind picks it up. All of him stands so strong and sturdy, his sleeves rolled up, his otherwise neat face dirtied here and there with the day’s work.
“I saw you, darlin’, were you hopin’ to see me?” He asks with not a single trace of bashfulness but every drop of confidence. “Thought my eyes were deceivin’ me.”
You roll your eyes when you realize what he means. But you also smile. “Not everything is about you, Mr. Daniels,” you retort, “Mrs. Adler wanted me to get ingredients, that’s why I was out.”
He tuts at your stubbornness, leaning in closer, his arms raising as he starts to fold the sheet, “But I was on your mind…”
For a moment, he’s hidden behind the fabric again while he teases you on your lingering eyes in the street, and you attempt to grab at it once more, tugging it down to reveal his face.
“How would you know that? There’s lots of things to be done, and I have to stay on—”
He catches your wrist, his fingers gentle and warm as they wrap around it and there’s that crinkle by his eyes again, so deep and brown you lose any resolve to deny it. You still at the joining of your hands— they fit so well together, and his face softens by another degree when you sigh defeatedly.
“Caught you starin’ at me first,” he croons, his touch sliding over your palm to the ends of your fingertips, that familiar ghosting of his breath just meeting your cheek. “Let me help.”
You soften in his hold, tension vanishing, transfixed by the tender display. With your hand slowly falling back to your side as he lets you go, he finishes folding the sheet, presenting the neatly set fabric with an extended hand, cheek creasing with his dimple.
You huff, placing the sheet in the laundry basket and lacing your fingers at your front, you say nothing except a quiet but grateful “thank you.”
He hums, glancing past you at the house and asking, “I’m suspectin’ you’re needed in there?”
“I’m always needed in there,” you mumble and Jack bends to pick up the heavy basket of laundry, but when you try to take it he picks up the pace, carrying it inside for you even after you insist you’re capable. He dismisses your continued pleas as you chase him in giggles through the grass, the house, up the stairs, Jack managing to remain one step ahead. No one in the parlour pays you any mind, except Mrs. Adler from the kitchen, who eyes your lack of focus in its physical form.
-
After more restless slumbers and hectic mornings passing out clean shirts to the guests and cooking breakfast for some grumpy men, it’s a comfort to be standing on the steps of the staircase in a serene moment, adjusting the frames on the wall. The photograph of Mrs. Adler and her late husband is easier to reach than the one above it, a painting of the exterior of the house dating back ten years— at the highest point of your tip-toes, you can almost reach it, your fingers stretching painfully to try and reposition its mounting on the wall. The sounds of an intense poker game down the stairs cover the footsteps above you, approaching leisurely.
“Watch yourself.”
Lowering your arms as Jack’s familiar warmth spreads through you, you find him stepping down in his full attire: guns, whip, lasso. Hat, jacket, smirk. When he arrives at your side, he’s fresh from the bath after his day of work, a light scent wafting as he closes in on you, reaching upward and easily finding the frame with his steady hand, tilting it so it lays properly against the wall.
You can feel the faint press of his chest against your back as you look up at his palm pressing flat on the wood, arm covered by the dark denim of his sleeve, and when you turn to face him again, his eyes flash to your lips, your body caged in.
“You know, I was thinkin’... maybe I’ll have a little more luck stealin’ you outta here tonight…”
“Shhh!” Your hands fly to his chest without thinking, but he clearly enjoys your touch, one of his hands going to cover yours and keep it in place. “I don’t know where Mrs.—”
“She can’t hear… what do you say?” He inches forward, your mind hyper aware of the openness of his affections and you struggle to form the words, admiring his face so close up.
His lips curve, his moustache neat and you notice he’s shaved the stubble from his jaw, your fingers aching to feel the smooth skin.
Despite your earlier efforts of avoiding any trouble to maintain your room, this trouble is too enticing to pass up on, too handsome, and the words begin to spill out. “Ask me again when you’re ready.”
“Oh, darlin’, I like the sound of that,” he breathes, his hand falling to your shoulder with the intention of brushing his fingers along your hair, but it changes rapidly upon the starting of a tussle downstairs, his hand instead finding the back of your neck to tug you into him as a man groans and a shot fires into the ceiling with a loud bang. Furious, accusatory yells erupt, echoing throughout the whole house, mixing with your terrified scream and peeking over Jack’s shoulder, you watch the dust fall from where the bullet entered the ceiling. Jack turns you around silently in his firm hold, pushing you up the stairs with his hands and body covering your back as the poker table scrapes against the floor below.
He drops you behind the railing at the top of the staircase, ducking when another bullet speeds by and puts a hole in one of the portraits you’d fixed just seconds ago. “Darlin’, stay put.” His finger points at the end of your nose when you protest, and his face is already flush and ferocious with adrenaline.
“Mr. Daniels— what are you doing?”
He presses his lips tight together and leaves you seated awkwardly on the landing as he rushes down the stairs, pulling a cord from the side of his hip— and watching him approach the men with your hands wrapped around the bars, you can see that another shot had burst one of the bottles of whiskey on the shelf. Either poor shots or good dodgers.
Your heart hammers painfully against your ribs, palms covering your ears from the blasts of noise before the group of poker players all hit at each other, save for one man who cowers in the corner of the room. You watch as fists collide with faces and limbs and stomachs, their grunts still audible.
Jack inches around the edge of the scene, unnoticed for all they care, the whip sliding through his grip before he sends it up and around, bringing it down in a deafening crack, his jacket flitting upwards by the hem with the power of his body. It has you flinching and heating up at the same time, wriggling on your knees as he recoils it, nonchalantly dusting himself off as the men turn to look at him. It’s the first time you’ve seen him use those weapons that are always hanging off him and it has you breathless with both the fear of the shots and the admiration of his competency. He is nothing like the smitten man at the bar or by the clothesline, or in the hall— here, he is vicious in protecting and preventing a bigger mess that will inevitably be put on you to clean up.
“Gentlemen,” Jack starts, a jovial tone that doesn’t seem to calm down the mood by any degree, “I doubt this little… scuffle of yours, is necessary.”
Mr. Porter laughs, “My fucking money ain’t no joke, is it? What’s it got to do with you?” he cocks his gun, directing it to the man crouching where the walls join. “Fucking cheat.”
Lifting your palms from your ears as the tension rises and the noise diminishes, you watch Jack closely as he draws the whip up again and aims it forward, another jolt-inspiring crack causing a sharp yell, and Mr. Porter drops his gun, doubling over and hitting the side of the table on his way down. The gun scatters over to Jack. He stops it with his foot, kicks it away into the parlour, and sets his eyes back on the brawling men.
“Now, is foul play any reason to get out your guns, moonshine?”
Mr. Porter simply lays there, Jack immediately looking to the next one approaching him, pulling back the cord to trade it for his lasso. Your knuckles throb with the squeezing and it feels like you can’t breathe when you watch Jack duck away from another shot, and you’re back on your feet before you know what you’re doing, leaning over the railing.
Whistling, you stumble backward as the second man, Mr. Bryant, looks at you in confusion, Jack flashing you a split-second glance of worry over his shoulder before throwing his arm out, the lasso’s end looping around his neck and pulling taut. Mr. Bryant gargles and splutters and points his gun not at Jack but towards you as a last ditch effort, and Jack elbows him in the ribs as he launches his body forward, boots clanking on the floor, the man’s shot landing another hole in the wall above your head.
Gasping on the landing as the dust covers you, you stare at Jack’s heaving body through your fingers, his hand hovering over his holster as the other holds the rope.
“Told you to stay put,” Jack grumbles.
Mr. Porter continues to lay on the floor after his collision with the table, weaponless, and the last man standing other than the figure in the corner lowers his revolver, surrendering to Jack’s smart hand at the ropes.
“One move and I’ll crack this again,” he warns, letting Mr. Bryant loose, who falls to the ground too, heaving desperately.
Jack circles up the lasso and hooks his fingers into the handles of his guns and spins them upright into his grip, pointing them down at the two men with a cocked brow, a victorious smirk. He walks around them, tutting, ensuring they all stay put but not without looking upward to check on you with a wink.
“Don’t imagine the lady of the house will be too pleased with your behaviour, huh…” Jack says, his voice level as his eyes flick from Mr. Porter to Mr. Bryant, their jeering cut short as they groan on the floor. Mrs. Adler comes rushing in after the commotion subsides, covering her mouth and yelping when she takes in the disaster before her: bullet holes, scraped floors, two men on the ground and you, trembling up the steps.
“What is this?!”
“It would seem these men have decided to rough up your fine house over poker, Mrs. Adler,” Jack explains, adjusting his grip. Mr. Porter and Mr. Bryant lie there, clutching at their own limbs, leaving Mrs. Adler with a suspicious look until she notices the others hiding away in the corner and by the bar, nodding.
“That’s true?” She gawks, disbelief clouding her tone no longer from distrust, but from looking at her ravaged main floor.
“Yes,” you pipe up from behind the railing, “Mr. Daniels stopped them before… before anyone got hurt.” And that’s a statement the two men on the floor could argue with, but what you wanted to say is that no one was killed, thanks to Jack.
Her face twists into gratitude from skepticism and she exclaims her thanks, requesting Jack take them over to the sheriff. “I don’t want these men in my house any longer, then,” she states simply but with a sharp edge, her chin rising in decision. They don’t argue or plead with her to let them stay; Jack’s guns still point down at them, not with a promise of harm but the threat of it.
He takes them after offering a sympathetic glance to you, tying their hands behind their backs in expert knots, his hands fisted at the collars of their jackets. He’s a disgruntled man when he walks them out the door and it’s clear he’s not one bit upset with this task, rather that he’s losing his chance to woo you back to comfort.
To your surprise, the two quailing guests help you arrange the table back into its proper spot, sliding all the chairs back under the counter. You find it hard to stand upright, body exhausted from the adrenaline and terror of bullets as they explain what happened. No cheating— Mr. Porter, as he ostensibly does at the saloon, too, planned on shooting his way out of a losing game and out of empty pockets. Mrs. Adler tells you to fix those holes or cover them soon with a pat on your back, looking around the room in distaste and disappointment that it even happened. But you’re not quite listening yet again, replaying those brushes of bullets just past your trembling self.
You start off with the shattered bottle of whiskey, sweeping up the shards and scrubbing the liquid away— a half-bottle that Jack would have continued to drink over the rest of his stay.
The shock is still in your system the rest of the evening— you’ve heard countless gun firings living in this little corner of the world, but none so close and intimate. None skimming the little hairs on your head. They echo continuously as you do the laundry, and the only comfort is when you take one of Jack’s shirts, thumb running over the hem. You want to ask him innumerable questions, the need to discover more about where that expertise was born bubbling in your chest.
He’s gone for ages, the sky gone a dark blue, probably arguing back and forth with the sheriff because it’s his word against the other’s. At some point, he returns while you’re busy tidying the two extra empty rooms to leave them available for tomorrow. Pressing your ear to the door of Mr. Bryant’s old room, you hear him speaking with Mrs. Adler in the hall— the men are to pack their things and find new residence, only with a warning.
“It’s not an uncommon thing, ma’am. Sheriff wanted me to take ‘em back here. Best I could do was that.”
She huffs, but Jack remains polite as he excuses himself, and you get back to readying the rooms.
Once finished arranging their belongings, you pass the laundry out to the remaining guests— the other women had been out during the scuffle and you’re glad for it, but forever lost on the attitude of those men, shooting up their guns over a card game. And all over the house, no less. It’s not like the men who visit don’t rile themselves into skirmishes, but you’d only heard of disagreements so intense from the saloon, not your boarding house.
The last pile of clean laundry is Jack’s, faint gold light spreading from under the crack of his door, into the empty, dark hallway. Everyone is readying themselves for sleep now, but when you see his door open, it might as well be morning with the sense of wakefulness it gives you.
At first, it’s only a crack, his face softening when he finds you standing with a small smile offered to him. The door swings open the rest of the way to reveal his suspenders hanging around his hips, his half-unbuttoned shirt.
“Well hi, doll face.” Bracing a hand high on the door frame, he looks you over with a crease in his brow, finally able to check on you after the stupid debacle. “Was gonna come lookin’ for you. You okay?”
“Yes, I’m alright, I think… thank you, Mr. Daniels,” you speak earnestly, fiddling with his clothes in your arms as you arrive under the doorway with him. He smiles, able to laugh it away now but he’s accustomed to these happenings, not you. And so he asks again, if you’re sure, shifting his weight.
Nodding, you extend the laundry to him, focused on the way he looks in the golden flickering of the gas lamp behind him, and with an involuntary movement of your eyes, you find yourself admiring his soft tummy as well, up to his firm chest, his striking collarbones. “Your clothes, Ja— Mr. Daniels.” You catch yourself as your heart leaps up into your throat and he preens at the slip, lips pulling up to one side.
“Oh, darlin’,” he shakes his head, “You know I still want you to call me Jack. Let me hear it…”
His hand reaches out to take the set of the shirt and pants, but by usual effect of his flirting, they’re held in your firm, hard grasp.
You could whine, now, and you could groan all you want— Jack pushes you off the deep end when he continues to speak in his low, rumbly whisper.
“Say it. Tell me I’m not just Mr. Daniels to you.”
Your fingers loosen around the cotton and your breath wavers a moment, and if your knees weren’t about to drastically buckle, maybe you could stand to speak with more power than a broken murmur. “Jack…”
His pupils, despite the lack of light, seem to widen when he hears it, breath ghosting along your neck as the set of clothes drop to the floor in the space beside you and the doorframe. A calloused, firm hand finds the side of your neck, strong and warm and welcome.
“That does sound nice…” he starts, his thumb caressing upward to your jaw and you give everything you have not to gasp, but he knows— of course he knows what he’s doing to you, so he continues until his thumb swipes your lower lip and you say his name again in a desperate, little whimper. “I’d be on my knees for you. In a heartbeat.”
You leave your eyes closed when you utter it a third time and as you finish, he leans in and kisses you softly, but still decided as he feels you out, both hands cradling your head and making a jolt run up your spine until a firm, pleasant pressing lasts.
His mouth opens slightly, moving along with yours as if practiced, as if you’ve already learned each other this way, the moustache a tickle on your skin and if you swoon any further, you’ll never hear the end of it from the smug cowboy who woos you like he gets paid for it. Your palms rest flat on his chest, fingers molding over his collarbone— a pressure he likes.
“Now, that’s what I’ve been missin’ all along... that sweet mouth of yours,” he drawls not two inches from your mouth when you depart, his voice adopting a deeper huskiness and he groans appreciatively when you tug him by the collar into another, quicker kiss, not as long-lasting.
“You still think I’m a scoundrel?” He asks, barely against your mouth, arms wrapped around your body to set you flush with his, thumbs stroking your sides.
“I think…” you consider the sneaky grin on his face as he’d whipped those men and the sincere look on it now, chuckling when you tell him, “you’re a fool.”
Squeezing you harder and eliciting a breathy groan, he makes his brown eyes all big at you, “I ain’t gonna deny that. As for those other fools...” his nose traces the line of yours, “I think I had them under control.”
“Didn’t know you knew how to use those things,” you tease, his chest stuttering with soft laughter against you, and tilting your head, his face crinkles at your dazed expression when he takes your pinky and kisses the pad of it, promising tomorrow, baby doll, tomorrow I’ll take you away for a little while.
A brief silence— breaths evening out, you both start to chuckle in the small space, your sounds muffled by his broad chest, and his into your hair.
“I say you need a good rest, first,” he states, taking you by the shoulders to let you know he means it. To let you study his stern face. “Big day for the little lady, huh?”
“Mhm, a little too big,” you hum, hazy with the feeling of his mouth covering yours, his heady and consuming presence.
Jack walks you next door to your own room, a large hand urging you on at the waist, the other opening the door, “One more time,” he says, “you sure you’re doin’ alright?”
You place a palm on his chest and he looks down at it, his heart thrumming under your hand when you promise him everything is fine.
“Then get in there and get some sleep before I kiss you all night long,” he coos in your ear.
You smile, tugging on his loose suspender and earning an even deeper groan from him, his chest puffing out, neck tensing. “I’ll see you in the morning, Jack.”
“Got me excited for that.” He gets one more tender, hurried peck before he pushes you inside with a suppressed laugh, wishing you sweet dreams. “Go on, sugar.”
Your stomach flips obnoxiously when he closes the door after a lingering stare clouded by those rosy cheeks, the blood rushing in your ears, your body overcome with Jack’s plush lips parting yours. Running to the window, you crack it open and inhale deep, exhale slow, hoping against hope you’ll get a decent sleep.
-
It feels like there are eyes on you every second— either Jack’s or Mrs. Adler’s, one admiring, one ensuring you’re on task. In the morning he’d snuck a kiss over the counter of the bar, leaning his body over to reach you, standing up pin straight at the sound of other footsteps and you giggled at him behind your hand. He’d rolled his eyes as Mrs. Crockett exited, resuming that sweet kiss he’d given you, humming softly into your mouth.
Dinner proved to be even worse, with his obvious stares causing you to heat up, uncomfortably so under your layers, your spoon clinking at the edge of your bowl. It was your luck he’d been gone for the greater chunk of the day, or surely you’d have been caught canoodling with the cowboy that Mrs. Adler is still warming up to.
By the late evening, the two free rooms had been taken up by another man passing through on a hunt and another woman in the next, you bustling about to get them settled in and comfortable and to your dismay, you didn’t see Jack again for the remainder of the day.
A gentle wind picks up the curtain in your bedroom, mixing with the gentle sigh you expel into it. You know better than to mope as you settle before the sill, watching the late night party-goers trickling down the street in their disheveled clothes and merry faces. He hasn’t forgotten, you’re sure of that— maybe there’s someone still awake downstairs, or he’s caught in the middle of something dire. The blue light covers you and looking at your hands, you think of how he felt under them, the warmth and roughness, then the way certain parts of him gave in with even the gentlest push as you fit your lips together.
At the vanity, there’s a tiny slip of paper tucked behind the mirror, probably an extra note from the lady of the house. You pluck it from its spot, your finger pressing the fold open and a shallow breath of air pushes from your mouth when you read its contents, spirits rising in an overwhelming shock of relief.
Stables, midnight.
Your Jack.
His lettering is neat and slightly loopy, a slanted cursive that you keep in the pocket of your skirt. It’s still not like you to go against Mrs. Adler’s rules of constant availability, to keep watch by staying inside, but this is the kind of risk you can live with— the kind wearing a stetson.
Smiling, you prepare yourself at the doorknob— deep breaths and positive, whispered chanting— turning it slowly to open a mere crack, peeking outside. The hall is dark and vacant, could almost be eerie if not for the anticipation in your belly, and you cautiously slip through the small opening you’ve made, holding yourself stiff.
Once out the double doors in a series of back-and-forth glances in front and behind, you lock it and press your palm on the chilly wood, listening to the lively street uptown and none of it feels real— you’re only feeling this in your head because it’s what you want, because you’ve waited so long and then—
You blink hard and turn on your heel. The wood creaks underneath you, giving just barely. You step again, feel the flow of the air breaking over the shape of you. You’ve never been out this time of night, not since Mrs. Adler took you in. You haven’t felt the coolness, the way life is more fun and loose and exhilarating; it has you running towards the stables, clutching at your skirts with the biggest smile you’ve put on in ages as you fly past all the wood buildings, kicking up dust just like the horses you watch go by in the sun. Your lungs start to burn but your legs don’t stop moving, speeding past one, two, ten, fifteen tall lanterns all spaced out generously, weaving through their shadows to their reaches of illumination.
Turning the road’s gentle curve, you see him leaning against the post outside, his face hidden under the brim of his hat as he holds Sylvie’s reins. He wears the sleek wool blazer with the pointed yoke, making sharp and attractive edges beneath the leather of his shoulder holster. The area around the stables and the trail to the field is nearly empty, you notice, as he takes the stetson in his habitual greeting, raising it up and down on his head as Sylvie shifts with her hooves settling further into the dirt road.
You run the last of the trek towards them, an abrupt stop right before the tall, white horse with the spot on her eye and your mouth drops open at the sight of her up close, sleek and calm, standing tall above you.
“Look at you, little lady, made it in one piece.”
Jack smiles proudly, offering his hand out and you take it with a sighing laugh, “Should I not have?”
“Mm, I do prefer you in one piece,” he shrugs, “thought you might have your own fun first by gettin’ here. This is my girl,” he runs a gentle hand over Sylvie’s side, “you ladies are gonna get well acquainted, I’m sure.”
He wraps his hand around yours and guides it to that same spot, your palm smoothing over the shiny hair. She huffs and you draw back to be cautious, but Jack places your hand over her again, guiding your movements along her neck and shoulder. You smile at him in awe— there’s something special about meeting his horse that brought him here to you, and the way she stands patient, appreciative of your firm strokes along her body.
“See that? No fuss…” his front is pressing into you, his chin resting on your shoulder and just when you think he is going to kiss you again, he’s squeezing at your sides and urging you onward. “Ready?”
“Oh— Jack!”
“Yes, darlin’?”
“What— ”
“Foot in the stirrup,” he instructs, helping you lift yourself up to it, your foot catching on it and you’re not sure how it happens but in a whirl of your own limbs, you’re sitting upon Sylvie, your fingers sliding through her light mane. The initial thump causes a laugh to bubble up and you notice how proper she is— calmly accepting you as a stranger on her back so long as Jack encourages it.
He stands back to admire, his lips tugging crookedly upward as you squirm, wide-eyed in the saddle.
“You look mighty fine on my horse,” he says, shifting his weight to one foot, a lingering gaze where your skirt rides up. “Like you could go ridin’ yourself already.”
“Jack, you are not telling me—”
He chuckles and steps up with practiced ease, landing swiftly behind with his arms wrapped around you to take hold of Sylvie’s reins, and he places a slow, open kiss to the base of your neck.
“Oh no, no, I’ve got plans for you n’ me.”
You fidget, fingers tightening to make fists as his velvety voice travels south, and you peer ahead past the last few lanterns at the dark and starry field, the wheat and grass rustling.
“I’m a little nervous,” you whisper, the moon appearing from its hiding spot as the clouds move along, Jack’s cheek pressing to the side of your face.
“We’ll start slow,” he murmurs, sliding his palm over the top of your thigh, his legs framing yours and his chest pressing pleasantly into your back; he starts Sylvie off at a leisurely trot, the main road falling away as you approach the vast waves of the grassy field.
Your upper bodies sway together over her back, the exhilarated smile on your face growing bigger the further you travel into the open earth, only disappearing when you gasp as Jack squeezes your upper thigh.
“Faster, darlin’?” He rasps, his fingers just inches from where you’ve wanted him all along and you nod, his body tensing. Sylvie speeds up at his signal and you grip harder at her reins, Jack’s hands clutching them just behind yours.
“How’s that?” His nose slides the curve of your shoulder to your neck and you sigh contentedly, secure in his hold and his competent skill, the fabric of your clothes fluttering.
“It’s…” you search for the right word, buzzing inside at the feeling. Winds, breezes, and the speed of your running have blown through your fingertips and your hair in moments of calmness and urgency— but this is a different kind of wind when Jack starts Sylvie on a rapid speed with a sharp hyah!— the pounding of her hooves beneath you and the pace of your heart feel as if they match. You hug your feet to Sylvie’s sides and look down at the tall, swishing grass, the way her legs plow through the blades, how they spring back into place once she’s gone through them. “I’m not sure I can describe it,” you say, voice shaking with the power of her movements, brows in a furrow. “But I like it.”
“I like having you up here, too,” he coos, scooting up flush against you.
You pass several more groups of trees in the dusky light, your calf muscles beginning to cramp with the squeezing of Sylvie’s body but it doesn’t tire you the way ten flights up and down the stairs with a basket of laundry in your arms would— because you want it and you love it and Jack steals away what dislike you have for living this way when he whispers to you to hold tight. I got you.
Your eyes water with the cathartic bliss of it— they’re welcome tears, little crystals Jack doesn’t see from behind you. Faintly you can see lights in the far off distance, maybe an inn or just a house, but Jack takes you down a lower, bumpy path towards the river bank. The rocks become bigger and more jagged, thick bushes lining the downward ramp of the treaded dirt.
“Whoa, girl.” He pulls Sylvie back with a hard tug and she relents, huffing again. Your back eases from tension and you sag into Jack who welcomes the weight of you in a happy sigh, cozying himself to you.
Reaching a shallow section along the water, he directs her across and she kicks little droplets of water up onto your clothes, your hands instinctively going to cover your face and for a moment, you start to wobble. Jack sets you straight when a bigger splash of water hits him and he grunts a laugh, running his wet cheek along your back, losing himself his hat when you reach behind and snatch it.
“Little thief, huh?”
“You’ve gotten us wet,” you guffaw as his grip tightens on the reins and one of his hands comes to the back of your neck. He urges your head to turn and you look at him, those neat curls finally loose again.
“You don’t mind me gettin’ you wet, do you darlin’?”
“Oh, stop that…” your quip falls away, weak against his saccharine expression. Sylvie soon reaches the other side of the water and trots up on the grassy, rocky land, climbing up another winding hill straight up to a lone tree.
Fiddling with the brim of his hat, you feel Jack slide away in a steady motion as he descends from the saddle and thumps on the ground, hand outstretched to help you. From Sylvie’s height, you oversee all the minuscule creaks and rocks and winding paths, jagged ends forming dangerous short cliffs. The bushes thaw out to dried patches, you notice, taking in the view before Jack’s warm hand closes around yours as he aids you down.
“Alright?” he asks, cupping your elbows, eyes flicking between your left and right. You steady yourself in his grip— before that dumb poker debacle and this excursion you’re not supposed to be on, excitement was scarce and even then, not as fun as this.
“Thank you.” You tug him down for a rough kiss to contrast all those soft, learning kisses and he takes it in stride, slanting his mouth over yours and pressing himself to you with a new kind of desperation.
“Thank me later,” he exhales sharp and runs a hand through his tousled hair, and if it weren’t so dark in the night, you’d be able to make out the peachy tinge of his cheeks.
He lays a thick blanket over the ground and you sit close to one another, wrapped up in his heavy jacket against the bark of the large tree, Sylvie dozing off to the side. He’d given you his jacket despite your convincing protests, quieting them with his lips as he eased you into the sleeves and you were met with more of the heady and inviting scent of him.
With his thumb stroking your side, he tells you more of his travels— sunsets at cliff tops and more snowy camps, working in a farmer’s barn as a young man raising dogs that the family bred, how he’d set off with nothing and now has a coin or two to spare. Curling into him, he tucks your face into his neck and listens to your whispered mumblings of annoyances and petty but humorous stories of the odd visitor, still bewildered by your lack of free time.
“This is normal for you, where we are right now, but for me… it’s new and it’s all I’ve thought about for weeks.”
Jack hums thoughtfully, “Tell me sugar, what would you do, if you weren’t worryin’ about taking care of everyone else?”
“I’d… oh, Jack, there’s so much I would do— maybe I would learn to pitch a fire, or shoot a gun, or ride to a place where the ground is different and I don’t have to worry about everyone else’s damn bedrooms. I want to read books and— I’m so tired of only using my hands. I want to use my head.”
Your passionate tone has Jack’s eyes darkening as he watches you in deep fondness, the way your face twists into a serious want and your hands fly about when you curse out the boarding house; he especially likes the way you spring onto your knees and spew your dreams that are his reality, because it’s something he could promise you, if only you could let it go.
“I know you’re a smart girl,” he says. “You’d manage even better than this ol’ man.”
Laughing, you shush him with a soft pat on his belly. “Well, where’d you learn to do all that… rope stuff?”
Jack begins to laugh with you and squeezes your arm, “Gotta know how to protect myself, huh?”
“I suppose…” you agree, falling silent after his vague answer and a new question reappears in your head. “All that moving around... are you running from something?”
“What if I am?” Jack looks down at your hand on his knee, obviously recalling something old he’d rather forget, yet it doesn’t seem too dire to poke more at.
“Wish I could run,” you add, and Jack feels a fresh dash of affection stain his heart, sitting up straight.
“I’d give it to you,” he rasps, tugging on your hands until you straddle his hips, head tipping back to reveal his tensing throat. “I’d give it to you,” he repeats and your insides want to burst when he says it again because one day he’ll go on to the next town and you’ll be here, washing someone else’s clothes.
“Jack…” you sigh, pressing your palms into his chest, those deep brown eyes staring back at you with that unusual desperate look as opposed to the surefire confidence. You know pieces of him, but trust somehow forms here, an unspoken understanding of its ease into existence.
“You’re too busy underestimatin’ just how hard it’ll be to get rid of me.”
He pulls you into his lips by a firm hold on the back of your neck and you lean all the way in for him, his tongue swiping your bottom lip before he nips at it, nose fitting just beside yours. A rumbly groan vibrates against you as Jack sits forward, strong arms supporting your lower back when his lips travel downward— warm presses of his open mouth turning into sucking, your whimpers involuntarily escaping your throat.
Your hips move over him, grinding against a pleasant firmness and in the minimal light you can see his eyes flash as his head hits the bark of the tree a second time and you dive in to do the same to him— peppering his jaw with open kisses and threading your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.
“Darlin’,” he breathes, a husky layer covering the steadiness he once had. “Is this what you want?”
You pause and trace a finger from the slope of his prominent nose down to follow the shape of his lips, “I want you, Jack,” you admit, surprising yourself with your forward and level words, moving over his hips again and his breath catches, hands flying to your waist to guide those motions.
“All yours.” Jack’s face buries into the top of your bodice and he grunts at the way you grind together, his tongue swiping over the top of your breast.
You continue to meld, matching movements and shared gasps as Jack rocks you against his hardening length and your mind never wanders; it stays focused on him and the lip caught between his teeth, his firm grasp but the soft ghosting of his nose over the slant of your collarbones and he groans as you tug his hair, holding you down to his lap.
“Remember what I said?” He flinches in a grateful sigh when you pull his suspender and let it go to snap on his chest.
“What did you say?”
“I said you’d have me on my knees.”
He pushes you up to your feet and sets you with your back flush against the other side of the tree, dropping to his knees in front of you with a pleading, wide-eyed look as he fingers the hem of your skirt.
“Please, Jack.” Your whine is borderline pitiful in its neediness and he stops a moment, thumb stroking the inside of your knee.
“Ain’t anyone ever taken care of you?” He asks, the gravelly depth of greediness faded to something more concerned, reaching to hold your hand to his lips and when he learns the rightful worship you deserve is lacking, he tightens his grip and kisses it softly. “Let me, please.”
“Oh, go on, you silly—” His hand skims your inner thigh as he lifts up your layers, finding his way through your open drawers until he reaches an alarming wetness and chuckles darkly, your preconceived words eviscerated when he swipes through your soaked folds.
Peering at you through his lashes, he brings his face closer to where you need it and rasps to your skin, “Shoulda let me know sooner how much you wanted me, doll.”
“Hush,” you laugh, choking on that nearly expelled breath when he circles your clit with the pad of his finger, trailing down to prod at your entrance and it slips inside with a slight curl. “Keep going.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He hands the fabric over for you to hold and your fingers instantly cramp with a deathly grip when his wet and warm tongue finds you, swiping over it like he needs to taste you just as much as you need to feel him. A suppressed moan leaves him, fingers rubbing inside you in perfect placement, a gentle suckle on your clit when he brings one of your legs over his broad shoulder.
Tipping your head back, you jolt as he sucks harder, spine arching off the bark and your one supportive leg trembling almost out of balance. He peeks up from under the bunching of material with a stern look, “Stay still for me darlin’, you ain’t done.”
“Jack… I need it, please, I need it,” you moan as his mouth returns to you, his bottom lip dragging from where his fingers disappear into you all the way back up to your most sensitive spot.
“Need what?” He grunts, dipping his head down to lick the gathering wetness on his palm.
“Fuck me, I want you inside.” Your fingers thread through his hair and tug to earn a restrained gasp from him and he pumps his fingers faster with his eyes locked on yours.
“I’m gonna make you cum here,” he promises in a low voice, “but I’m gonna fuck you properly in my bed.”
A greater rush of slick gathers on his tongue when he says that, flicking it back and forth, around, steady and consistent brushes that have your muscles tensing until you want to fall over him, but he keeps you upright with his sturdy body, working you open on his hand with those rhythmic strokes. Your stomach pulls tight in a pleasing and breath-taking knot as you tug harder on his hair, spurring him on to pour more effort into it. He needs everything you can give him and he can’t stop until he gets it— his little noises become almost as needy as yours the closer he senses you are to coming on his hand and his face, his whole head joining the motions as he licks you.
“Doll face,” he coos into you without drawing back, holding your thigh even tighter to his shoulder, “...taste better than anything I ever had… gorgeous girl, want you to cum for me.”
Heaving, your head turns side to side in a miniscule thrashing— it’s so much to handle, his mouth licking you open and his fingers stroking something from that angle you’d never achieve, his soft hair coming apart and gathering a tiny sheen of sweat the harder he works for you and his groans of effort vibrate in all the right spots— you begin to stiffen.
“Come on, sugar, give it to me, show me how you cum—”
In a silent scream, your jaw drops open and your eyes shut tight when it starts, thighs shaking and squeezing, the tingles of release washing over you from head to toe, your upper body curling over him as he coaxes you through it.
“Jack!”
“Fuck, that’s good, that’s good, breathe…” He gives a final, broad lick to gather what you’ve let go and you flinch in sensitivity that he soothes with grounding circles of his thumbs into your hips.
Letting your skirt go, you see his face again— shining with you, his grin the sweetest you think you’ve ever seen it. He places a kiss to your inner thigh before he lets it down, your body sinking back into his lap as he opens his arms for you. Slumped against him, you hum gratefully as he rubs your back, body jolting periodically with the aftershocks.
“Ain’t you a sweet little thing…”
“I’ve never done… oh my god,” you laugh, curling further into his neck.
“I like those sounds,” he murmurs, “need to find out how you sound when I fuck you into the—”
He stops talking when he feels you squirm against him, arms looping tighter around your waist to keep you still, “Darlin’, I wanted to show you the sunrise, but looks like you wanna go home already…”
“Really? You hadn’t dreamed of me on my knees for you, Jack?” You slip your hand between your bodies and find him still hard, his throat bobbing when you touch him there.
“Oh, I have,” he whispers, “dreamed of your pretty lips… thought of you lookin’ up at me with those eyes a’ yours…” He kisses from behind your ear down to your neck in between those words, hot as the fire in your lower belly rekindling while you squeeze his cock.
“But,” he says louder, more humour in his tone, making you squeal as he flips you over and pins you on your back over the blanket, his weight grounding and heavy, “I did promise you somethin’ nice, and you’re gonna need some rest before I fuck you... just... right.”
A pleased moan leaves your mouth as he bites your lip, fingers tracing down your wrists as he lets your arms go and he rolls beside you, pointing out the brightest stars peeking from the reaches of the leaves and branches. “There’s more to show you,” he sucks in a deep breath, “close your eyes, you’re safe.”
Sated and warmed by his body and the lingering pleasure of his tongue, you drift off without trouble, your head fitting between his chest and bicep.
-
At sunrise, he’d woken you with his hands in your hair and his lips pressing short pecks to your temples, your eyes straining at the new light while the sun peeked up over the far mountain from your high spot on the hill. Sitting back up against the tree, he held you as you watched the orange light spread over the fields and bushes and rocks, deep jewel tones as the sky changed, Sylvie trotting in a slow circle around the hilltop. Even the coldest part of the night was unsuccessful in creating dewdrops on the blades— the sweet scent of the scarce wildflowers filled your nose along with the lingering sign of yourself on his mouth, secret birds singing up in the branches.
Although this is what he’d promised, something nice, something beautiful for you to see, an obvious itching in the both of you to head home hung in the air you shared.
Jack remained adamant that he take you back home before continuing what you’d done few hours before, but you’d still gotten him flustered enough to stroke him with your hand reaching down his trousers— until he insisted he get you in his bed so he could fuck you how he wanted. The ride home saw you behind him instead of in front, hugging his waist, enjoying the feel of his soft belly under his shirt with your chin resting on his shoulder. You perked up even with the minimal sleep, recalling the way he’d placed your thigh over that same shoulder, and how he’d looked on his knees like tasting you would keep him alive.
He rode faster this time, suppressing a dozen groans as you’d kissed the side of his neck, pressing your breasts up against his back.
“Careful,” he warned, the speed letting up as you returned to the stables through the dry and bright field, crisp with the new, early day. “Makin’ me lose my patience.”
“I’ll tease as much as I like, sir.” You’d replied, his body stiffening as your hands skated under his shirt.
“Then you’ll be payin’ for it.”
With a desperate, gnawing ache inside of you, you’d waited as he took Sylvie back into the barn house, though Mr. Hanes was still not up to say hello— that eased your mind. It meant more time for you to use up the dawn with Jack, squealing as he’d raced back to you at astounding speed, grabbing your wrist to take you to the boarding house with your exhilarated giggles filling the sleepy street.
-
“How much time we got?” he murmurs, mouthing at your jaw the second you close the door to his room after a stealthy re-entrance, and judging by the time—
“Two hours, at least,” you whisper, fisting at his shirt and he shoves his thigh between yours, caging you into the door.
“I want you spendin’ those two hours on that bed.” Flexing his thigh against you, he catches your throat in his hand but doesn’t squeeze, merely holds it there so you look him in the eyes. “Had enough of this chasin’, I’m gonna have you now, darlin’, the way I want to.”
You gasp under the feathery touch of his palm and reach up to card your fingers through his hair as he sucks a gentle mark just above your collarbone, and he twirls you to face the wall, setting your hands flat on it.
“Tell me, this alright?” He asks when he begins undoing the clasps and buttons of your bodice, warm hands pressing and spreading over bare shoulders as he eases it off of you.
“Yes, yes.”
Jack smooths his lips over from one shoulder blade to the other, inhaling you as he drifts. You feel those hands fall downward, fussing over your skirt and although the air is frantic with your need, it’s so gentle the way he helps you step out of it when you return to face him, his eyes transfixed and his face blushing softly. He stares a moment, hardly trusting this luck as if he hadn’t kneeled for you already, and he reaches under your legs to lift you up and onto the edge of the bed.
You bounce lightly on the mattress while he kneels before you again, taking your foot into his lap and unlacing your boots, pulling away your stockings with a careful pause and he kisses up your leg, insatiably hungry. His fingers hook on the waistline of the rest of your petticoat and drawers all at the same time and while they could have used more attention each, you raise your hips when he tells you to “Lift for me, baby,” and he tugs them away to reveal your legs, jaw going slack at the sight of you nearly naked.
“All these fuckin’ layers…”
He’s leaning down to kiss you with his hands pushing into the mattress, but you stop him with a finger at his mouth and lean back on your elbows, pulling open what’s left to reveal your bare chest and he groans from so deep down, his head falling between his shoulders until he looks back at you through hooded eyes.
Smoothing your hands down your stomach, you spread your legs further and pull him in by the suspender, “Is this what you wanted, Jack?”
He swallows hard and groans, looking down to your firm grip on his clothes— he nods, that vacantly dreamy look in his eyes flashing before he crawls over you and kisses between your breasts. “You’re a sight... prettiest thing I ever—”
Jack interrupts his own sentence when he closes his lips around your nipple, his tongue sliding over it in his mouth and you squeeze his hips with your thighs, tugging him nearer. He nips you slightly to earn a wince and captures your waist in his large hands, the curls on his head separating in between your fingers.
“I’ve— I’ve been so patient...”
He glances at you and you smile at the mischievous look, contact prevailing as he nips on the other side of you, tugging your breast up. He smooths his mouth over your skin up to your neck and it tickles lightly, a soothing brush before he bites that spot on the curve of your neck.
“Don’t you worry, I’m still gonna take care of you.”
“And how much longer am I going to have to wait?” You ask, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt until he pulls out his rope and your eyes narrow— he smirks at you as if you don’t know what you’re in for, and captures your wrists above your head, pressing them into the plush mattress.
“Longer if you make a fuss, sweetpea.”
Leaving your wrists limp, he straddles your body as a pleasing weight and fastens your hands into tight loops, the rope burning just barely when he pulls it taut. At your gasp, he leans back and admires his own work, fingertip trailing down your cheek till it finds your mouth and presses. Your lips open, mindlessly obedient, and wrap around it, his neck tensing at the warmth of you.
The weight of him pushes deeper into you as he kisses you deeply, the rough fabric of his pants against your skin.
“Jack,” you whine, “please.”
“Darlin’, I’ll give you everything you want,” he whispers, rolling off of you. First, his suspenders come loose and he untucks his shirt, sliding it off himself to reveal that strong and sturdy chest above his softer stomach— the sweetest heaviness you miss feeling on your body already.
“I’m gonna fuck all that stress and worry out of you.” His muscles ripple as you feel yourself start to throb, legs squirming over his blanket at his tan skin covering toned muscles here and there, your core clenching around nothing at the first sight of his cock with a generous drop of precum at the tip of it.
“I’m gonna make you cum again,” he whispers, ridding himself of every last piece of clothing until he stands naked at the foot of the bed, pulling you back to him by your ankles. “And I’m gonna make sure you stay quiet.”
“Well,” you smile, wrists rotating in the rope, “get on with it, cowboy. I’ve got work to do.”
“Mmm,” he hums, “Forgot one. You ain’t gonna remember you got work to do when I’m finished.”
Your thighs squeeze together again, this time harder, and he pries them back open with his hand; all the while you wait for him to go further, biting your lip before you tease, “Prove that to me and I’ll consider sleeping here again tonight.”
Jack raises his brow, tugging you to sit upright and another pang of arousal hits you when you look ahead into the big mirror across the room, sitting atop the dresser; his firm body standing before you, with your hands tied and resting in his. His hair isn’t neat the way it is when he tells you good morning. A softness eases your arousal when you think of that— the intimacy of seeing him bare and messy and ready for you makes you ache all over in different ways. Your core wants him to fill you and your heart either wants him to stay and quit all his travels or to join him on them, but it’s not something you can demand, so you look at him expectantly, waiting for your next kiss.
Jack climbs onto the bed, his skin sliding smoothly along yours as he settles behind you with his legs open and his cock resting heavily, “Give me your hands, baby doll.”
Raising them above your head, he grabs the looping of the rope and tugs your body backwards and into his, your mouth falling open when you feel his hardness on the small of your back. The soft press of you makes him groan as he fits his hands under your arms and pulls you up straighter, those fingers tracing lines until he palms both your breasts and tells you to watch.
“Look at you,” he says into your shoulder, rolling your nipples between his calloused thumbs and pointers, “ain’t you pretty in my lap?”
Desperate, sweet noises from you cause an increasing stiffness against your back. Your earlobe catches between his teeth when he slips his hand lower to find you still wet— even wetter than before, the remnants of his mouth still on you.
His forearm fits under yours as he circles your clit, spreading your arousal evenly around your swollen area and the lingering sensitivity makes you jolt in his arms when he presses a little harder, bites a little harder on your ear.
“You know why I tied you up?” He rasps, sucking in a breath when you arch your back.
“Why, Jack?” Your lungs empty as the breathless words fill the heated room.
He smiles at you in the mirror and rubs his cheek against the side of yours, waiting for another moan to answer. “I don’t want you worryin’ ‘bout pleasin’ me like you worry ‘bout everything else. I want you to feel good.”
“Oh, oh, Jack, but I want to touch—”
“You’ll feel me, darlin’.”
The pad of his finger circles faster until it dips inside you, disappearing between your legs as you watch helplessly in the mirror. Jack’s gaze is set on the twitching features of your face, his own brows furrowed in concentration and effort and something needy— like he needs to claim you this way. His mouth hangs open like yours, enjoying touching you as much as you enjoy the way he’s making you feel.
You clench your fists until your fingers cramp. His lips adore the side of your neck, head tilting for him to gather more space to kiss. You don’t even notice when he ruts into you, just one time.
“Be a good girl,” he coos, “tell me how it feels.”
“Better than myself…” you whine, resting your head back on his shoulder, wide enough to work like a comfortable pillow.
“Didn’t think you had the time for that,” he jokes, nudging you with his nose but you don’t laugh in return— you moan loudly when he finds a different angle and you’ve barely any time left before coming again.
“You like that?” Jack laughs and you catch his smile in the reflection; this could be the most beautiful you’ve ever felt, resting against his front with his legs framing yours and his hand working you so well. He finds all the parts of you that you can’t reach and when you think of that question, you merely nod your head and whimper almost pathetically, moving your hips with his fingers.
“I’m gonna cum!” You exhale, turning your face into his neck and pressing your mouth to it, writhing against him as his palm presses against your clit, as his fingers curl against something blinding, rubbing against that spot so easily with how ready you are for him. He keeps on at the same speed, I know you need it, darlin’, cooing and coaxing you into it until his hand covers your mouth as you cry for him, coating his other hand in your cum.
“Fuck, fuck…” you sigh, melting into him once more, deflated by the power of him and it and the vision before you that you can no longer stand to look at without jolting. His hand slips away and up your stomach, leaving a light trail of yourself, and the strong flow of pleasure continues its course through your body, tingling everywhere in heavy waves.
“Jack… I want to touch you.” Your lips meet his hand when he brings it up, tasting yourself. He chuckles, easing you back to lay down on the mattress as he hovers over your body and he admires your shiny chest in the mellow sunlight peeking through his curtains.
“Don’t make me tie your feet together, too,” Jack rubs your sides and you roll your eyes at him, “you do enough work, darlin’, let me do it.”
Looking at him through one eye, your arms stretched up behind your head on the pillow, he sighs and says against your lips: “Let me fuck you.”
“I’m still waiting.”
“You want it hard?”
“I want you,” you whisper, “fuck me, Jack.” Your eyes drift down to his cock, thick and heavy between his thighs and you don’t know if you can stand another minute of waiting, “cover my mouth, I don’t care, just let me feel you.”
He groans, pushing you further up the mattress, his face twisted in increased want.
“I will, darlin’, I… fuck, ain’t you just perfect...” His arms cage you in and his breath warms your neck as he settles closely, his chest to yours.
“You know, doll face,” he kisses your cheek, takes his cock in his hand, “I wish everyone could hear me fuckin’ you.”
The tip of him slides up to your clit, your moan breaking into his mouth as his lips cover yours, and when he pushes it into you, you tense in silent unison with his head falling to your shoulder and the wide expanse of his shoulders covering half your view.
“Shit,” he bites, easing out only just enough to push inside again with added force and he fills you so completely, you wrap your legs around his waist and urge him forward until he bottoms out and nips your jaw, whispering how perfect you feel.
“Gorgeous,” his hands smooth over your chest until they frame your face and he touches his forehead to yours, pushing himself further beyond what you expected him to.
“Oh—” You want to touch him, his hair, his shoulders. You want to touch him so deeply but the way he fucks you is enough to forget that your hands are tied— the way he fucks you in the lazy, early morning with his face touching yours.
“You alright, sweetheart? Fuck… that’s good,” he sighs, his cock gripped by every inch of you and you nod fervently.
“Yes, oh, god, don’t stop.”
He grips your hands in one of his, reaching up over you, driving his cock deeper and harder and quicker, little puffs of air escaping his open mouth. His hair comes loose and curls over his forehead with the slight sweat forming, bouncing over his face with every punctuated thrust.
“Not until you cum one more time,” he promises, pushing in and staying for a prolonged moment, grinding his hips into yours and the contact against your sensitive clit sends you whimpering too loud for safety. “Quiet, angel.”
Swallowing your moan, your throat fills with too much caught air, and when your face turns into worry, he covers your mouth with his palm and promises he’ll help you.
He talks with words stuttered by the movement of his hips as you take all of him, “I don’t care if they hear me fuckin’ you…” he breathes, hot all over you, “you know how much I want to hear you.”
Kissing his palm, you blink up at him with the slightest tear in your eye from just how good he feels dragging himself along your walls, his whole front pressed to you, and he continues, “But we can’t do that here…”
You mumble something into his hand, and pausing his hard movements, he brings his ear to your lips and you nip it, murmuring, “Kiss me, Jack.”
When he slants his mouth over yours, he fucks you harder, tongue swiping between your lips and his cock pushing up against a certain spot that makes you cry for him, your arms lifting and catching him in the loop of your connected wrists.
“I thought about this for weeks,” he rumbles, “wanted you… since you showed me that pretty smile at the well…”
“Mmmph,” you moan, shaking, Jack’s nose lining your jaw.
“I dream about you— I dream about takin’ you when I leave…”
“Oh, Jack, I—” You groan when he thrusts particularly hard, both that sharp pleasure and the thought he shares urging your muscles to tighten and that inevitable build of a spark in your lower abdomen to occur, “I want to leave, I want to leave… I—”
Still caught between your tied wrists, he fists the sheets and grinds himself against that sweet spot inside you until he has to lift your head and urge your mouth onto his shoulder— you bite down on it, and when he reaches between your bodies and presses the pad of a finger to your clit, your entire body tenses and trembles and the third release takes over you, your breath escaping in one long, suppressed breath.
“Fuck, the prettiest and tightest thing,” he groans as you clench around his cock and it takes more effort to push and pull, but when you flood him it eases back up again, his thrusts losing rhythm as he fucks you to his own edge. “Gettin’ all soaked for me.”
You clamp down, hooking your ankles together over him, silently screaming with an open mouth against the skin of his tan shoulder, nails digging into your own palms instead of his back where you want to be scratching him.
“Where do you want me?”
He looks into your eyes but he never stops moving, kissing the inside of your arm and going stiff when you tell him you want him inside.
“You want me to fill you?” He asks incredulously and you whine another yes! as he drives himself fast as he can, stifling groans into your chest, your neck, eyes screwing shut when he finishes inside with a harder grunt and you’re still whining from the sounds and the angle and his warmth.
Collapsing onto you, he’s quick to roll you on top, still inside you as you straddle him now, wrists in between your legs. He catches his breath, pulls you down, and kisses you while he recuperates; little pants into your mouth, and when you shift on his cock he grips you harder.
“Damn,” he laughs, wiping his forehead and working to untie his knot, deft fingers still covered in you, slipping you out from the rope’s hold. Wrists free, your hands immediately rush into his hair and part it through them, feeling its softness, then traveling down to learn his chest and stomach under your palms. He watches you in a calm and rosy hue— his skin is flush and he looks so pure in the hazy glow, eyes warm and his lips shiny. You feel him spilling from inside you into his own lap, but he doesn’t seem to mind— just settles your head on his chest for you to sleep there, tucking the blanket into your side when he brings it over the both of you.
“I’m sleeping here tonight,” you mumble into his neck, vibrations of his soft chuckles lulling you further to sleep in the light room, forgetful of the day ahead of you. A nearly sleepless night would do so much, but Jack’s excursions and his mouth and the way he fucked you— it’s beyond you that you need to be up soon when you rest on his body, fitting into his side.
“Maybe one day I’ll take you somewhere and I can fuck you loud as I want,” he rasps, tickling your spine until you squirm all over, stopping when he kisses you softly.
“Maybe?” You look at him with big and shining eyes, his lip caught in his teeth before he squeezes you harder.
“Alright. Promise, little lady.” His tone is falsely vexed and he wants to remember you like this— truly happy and smiling genuinely for him, not because it’s polite, your hair messy by his doing and your skin soft against his.
-
You wake to his cozy embrace and brighter light breaking through the window, his quiet snores into your neck with his palm resting possessively on your shoulder. But there’s more noise than before… angry noise? Chatter outside and from downstairs. Mrs Adler’s apologetic voice. Her footsteps outside in the hallway.
“Where is she?”
You shoot up and Jack jolts awake, taking his first action to rub your back, and when you scramble to untangle yourself from the sheets, he steadies you with his hand on the back of your neck. You look at your clothes strewn over his room, knowing putting them back on will make your entrance to the kitchen even more late, but when he talks in his voice breaking through its lack of use with slumber, you just want to cuddle back up to his broad chest.
“Darlin’?”
“Jack… I’ve slept in.”
He laughs.
to be continued...
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SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon
↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡
5k words | bullet points
○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff
⌈ ten
— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.
most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning
and don’t really get what he’s all about
or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top
acting peculiar
finding him kind of hard to gauge
some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad
they seriously wonder what you see in him
down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees
as it should
ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him
he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes
his personality is very approachable to you
and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits
and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through
so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength
he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure
being far wiser than his age suggests
you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person
spending so much time with you
in the most personal way he can
he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand
wakeboarding and playing badminton
his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious
it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then
and that you have been around his home city as well
getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies
renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have
this kissing is gonna be so romantic
who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in
except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!
with seemingly no effort
ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day
he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener
he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun
you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny
everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair
ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock
and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present
said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory
because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it
what’s not to love about a portable blanket
of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets
mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic
and not just for insta
you snuggle a lot generally
ten is always available for affection
and accepts all PDA
he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know
remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can
and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist
or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment
time for dance is a must
oh my god ten is so good at all of this
although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres
tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well
don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!
vamos
so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff
that escalates into wild, passionate fucking
which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises
you poor sore souls
ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over
favorite position? full nelson
if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe
this is not for the faint of heart
sex with this guy is extra cardio
and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later
with our girl lisa
there. i said it
miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow
i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be
steamy sex life with ten very recommended
⌈ kai
— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.
to be straightforward with you
he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness
to give you an idea of the scale
mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time
but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms
those sharp moves did not go unnoticed
he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day
jesus christ
if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested
his phone would be blowing up with contracts like
and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check
and taemin’s
the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai
i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with
this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something
if he likes you he REALLY likes you
and he will be the one showing initiative
because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something
although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day
seoul would be able to found its own village
kai town
where like 70% of the population is pregnant
but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person
seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district
where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids
if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it
does he have a thing for milfs or something
that thought just came to my mind
anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink
fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt
going raw at the gym together
him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker
cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you
walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive
and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg
we know he’s all-round amazing
kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime
and yes innocent chilling
...unless you’re in the mood for something else
up to you
anyway
sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything
on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature
kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener
he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t
he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed
yes he is extremely caring and invested
kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you
if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.
kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable
i think you get what i mean by that
and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing
you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships
outside influences aren’t to be underestimated
and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others
a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason
standing up for you also means saying no
to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw
that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix
kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend
that’d be exhausting and beside the point
kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you
i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you
guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so
but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something
⌈ taeyong
— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.
he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy
things um from the internet
while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is
and you thought it would be something nsfw
i got you fooled
did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube
taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated
this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know
anyway
sea shanties
bopping to it all day since he just heard it
singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does
he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever
asking you why shanties are back in fashion
(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)
planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not
maybe your favorite shanty
featuring fast-pace rap and all
creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him
palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks
he’s hilarious i swear
taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine
as he says: my happiness is your happiness
watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves
taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack
prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot
how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted
it’s like he’s peter pan or something
especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you
yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship
and guess who wears the pants
that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it
or wait
not for long actually because they come off um physically
but not metaphorically
because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh
your favorite reserved spot
he loves it
taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous
mister lee got a sexy mama
and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him
but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think
all there is... is being flustered
baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then
and give you some ideas
like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that
baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome
but most things you find out for yourself
by being a little braver with him you know
you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel
will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!
jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway
i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”
you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business
it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie
this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling
how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way
you’ll lose count of it
and just how wet you’re gonna be
is a thing for the history books
taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent
so great sex is obviously in his repertoire
i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week
you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting
but taeyong gets down to business
one glance is enough
⌈ lucas
— motto: the hottest couple around.
ah, big boy
you really got this man’s attention
doing nothing much at all really
he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends
carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog
yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye
they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning
or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit
anyway
the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants
lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself
with more good food, movies, games
fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out
he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him
he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because
to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister
imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place
fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly
making you lose a round
obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins
mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map
let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas
which is definitely a successful plan of the leader
yukhei is in paradise
jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home
don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence
emotionally, physically
a gentle but persistent giant
he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested
if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on
he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you
not gonna lie
your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots
his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets
when he sees lucas hanging out with you
with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that
looking like your guardian angel
man, xuxi really does
pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months
and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best
and big big hugs of course
you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you
he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it
because you deserve that treatment
which means he will come over very very often
yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there
underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you
yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around
his brain is like: “gotta be with her”
on repeat
he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible
no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline
i really pity your ex
i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts
but lucas is a special case
he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him
i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright
⌈ mark
— motto: two nerds in love.
how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean
with a tendency toward bean
and flicking the bean
you know
cutting right to the chase are we
mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can
and defeating his awkwardness
because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it
and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew
how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit
back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing
he does his best and always looks for room to improve
while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in
that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other
lucky you
and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you
that’s so nice
he can play it while laying down and shit
while singing
not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading
we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam
are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh
mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay
or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand
mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned
he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with
having a good time
as often as his schedule permits
you really have to make use of your time together
this man might as well the busiest idol out there
and you are no different because birds of a feather
you’re both mr. and ms. independent
out and about very often
so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season
or wait mark always has a comeback going on
which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for
which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM
sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you
a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need
since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well
but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto
who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed
in case you are feeling possessive as well...
...you might have to fistfight yuta
to be able to be with mark
who is basically property of osaka at this point
yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is
unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life
but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by
we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable
you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta
which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory
bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much
regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge
so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified
he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him
the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies
which will be appreciated but also cause a storm
mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best
caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect
this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line
yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be
it could be worse mark has double the love you know
⌈ baekhyun
— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?
baby tell me are you ridin’?
in fair verona where we lay our scene...
that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss
putting in effort is mochi default mode
no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in
he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because
probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild
yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt
that’s good for him and everyone involved
you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy
you know how baekhyun is
at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that
your little guy is one unhinged fella
if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’
you bet he can do some actual pole dance
he’s strong and bendy you know
and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls
in the rain
what a freaky man
but hey you wanna stay up for sure
doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs
where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—
oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it
he will play off all his hormonal antics
baekhyun is hilarious
and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry
how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?
who else would like baekhyun
he says juicy things all the time
and does juicy things
yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed.
when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard
bruh
this is gonna be fun
and remember
beside handing you sacks of money
his priority is always to make you smile
i’m kidding about the bags but
baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle
baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright
financial stability: important
luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together
but smiles: baekhyun priority
because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure
of course you do
you always reassure him with your reactions
it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it
baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up
so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles
anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping
because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined
and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied
taemin’s impact
superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that
so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen
since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into
and take some pictures
privé is in trouble
bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene
you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him
heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?
nope
first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed
baekhyun is basically never photographed like that
second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend
and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on
well what can i say
nothing is the way it seems
⌈ taemin
— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.
taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know
least boring relationship ever
he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles
touch-starved taemin is a thing
kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often
might as well pepper him with it no problem
and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair
he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry
and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy
who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard
working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over
a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle
taemin truly has the taste of a divo
multi-layered as always
so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day
we love a complex man
what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close
because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner
even if those facets might be contradictory
or something that’s felt shameful about
he will accept and listen anyway
the same goes for getting what drives you
taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests
point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world
he knows what has to be known
which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes
and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to
it’s the mentality and values underneath
that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it
he’s really really smart
and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa
especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either
or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help
we have a problem
but fair enough
kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway
bff telepathy
in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!
because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct
so not to worry then
and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know
cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day
here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life
without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only
but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group
going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods
which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so
at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner
limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side
and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side
this is gonna be interesting
he puts the 6v6 in 69
equals 69v69 am i right
but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action
you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot
and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed
taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is
ah when things go both ways
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Best Of Me | One
Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader
Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals
summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.
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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books
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Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.
Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.
Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.
“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.
And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.
Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.
They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.
Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.
And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.
“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.
Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.
He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”
So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.
And oh god he started to get so pissed.
So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.
The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.
“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.
As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.
So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.
He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.
His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.
Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.
“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”
And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.
“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”
“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”
“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”
“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.
“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”
Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.
Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.
“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”
“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”
The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.
As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.
“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.
“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”
“You silly goose?”
“No that's to lame.”
“Dipshit?”
“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.
“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.
“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.
“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”
Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.
“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.
“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”
The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.
“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.
His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.
And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.
“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.
“It's a human.”
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Clextober is NEAR!
Let’s celebrate all things Clexa and one of the best seasons of the year!
We’re talking fanart, fanvids, fanfics, mood-boards, photo manipulations, videos, fic recs, the works. You don’t have to participate every day. You can pick one, or three, or any combo you would like. Listed below are a few ideas to get your creativity going, but they are by no means strict guidelines. You do you, boo! 👻
Remember to tag #Clextober21, #7DaysofClexa, and #(day/prompt) when posting.
Example: #Clextober21 #7DaysofClexa #Day4 #Day4: Magic & Mystery, and of course, any other tags you’d like to add.
Day 1 - Red, Orange & Yellow
All things Fall here. Cozy sweaters, flannel shirts, apple picking, changing seasons, fall festivities, sports team colors, bonfires, hayrides, baking, raking leaves!
Does Clarke keep stealing Lexa’s favorite orange sweater, much to Lexa’s annoyance? Does Clarke’s red scarf fly off in a blustering autumn breeze only to be returned to her by a striking stranger with chestnut hair and the greenest eyes she’s ever seen? Is Lexa new to town and bumps into the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen while at the annual Fall Festival? Does Lexa’s neighbor, Clarke, offer to rake her leaves for her, and while Lexa is very particular about her lawn care, she can’t say no because the thought of watching Clarke do manual labor is far too tantalizing? Does Clarke hide in a pile of leaves, waiting patiently to scare Lexa?
Day 2 - Pumpkin Spice
Pumpkin patches, pumpkin spice lattes, pumpkin carving, pumpkin spice candles, all things pumpkins!
Do Clarke and Lexa brush their hands as they reach for the perfect pumpkin in a pile of pumpkins? Does Clarke mercilessly tease Lexa for her exorbitant candle obsession but finally give in when she stumbles across the decadent scent of pumpkin spice candles? Is Lexa a barista who makes the best pumpkin spice latte on the planet and Clarke just has to stop by every day, for the latte of course, not the alluringly hot girl making it? Does Lexa bake Clarke, her new neighbor, pumpkin muffins as a welcome gift?
Day 3 - Monster Madness
Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, graveyards, aliens, beasts, frankenstein, demogorgons, creatures!
Is Clarke a human suddenly caught up in a civil war between the reigning vampire queen, Lexa, and the werewolves who are trying to overthrow her? Does Clarke lose a bet and has to walk into a graveyard at night, but just as she’s about to totally chicken out, her crush shows up daring her to go with that infuriating eyebrow raise of hers? Are Clarke and Lexa star-crossed lovers, destined to be together but forced apart by ancient traditions? Is Lexa the captain of the USCSS Nostromo, and Clarke is the new Executive Officer who
insists it’s a good idea to land on an alien planet?
Day 4 - It’s Haunted For Sure
Haunted houses, ghosts, urban legends, myths, campfire tales, creepy slumber parties, a spooky thrift store find!
Does Scaredy Cat Clarke try to put on a brave face when her best friend (aka her crush) insists on telling the creepiest stories she’s ever heard at their annual Halloween sleepover? Do Clarke and Lexa attend a haunted house with their respective dates only to wind up clinging to each other instead? Does Clarke buy an old radio from a thrift store when Lexa had a bad feeling about it, only to find out it has a mind of its own? Is Clarke a makeup artist for a haunted house and has to get up close and personal to a VERY gorgeous Lexa? Do Lexa and Clarke buy a house from the 1800s that Lexa insists has charm only to find out the place is being haunted by the little old lady who used to live there?
Day 5 - Magic & Mystery
Spells, potions, broomsticks, black cats, wishes, curses, witches, magic, murder mystery parties, Clue, escape rooms, unsolved murders, serial killers!
Is Clarke suspicious that Lexa might be a witch because of her massive collection of candles? Does Clarke find an old photograph of a gorgeous woman hidden in a dusty trunk only to be sucked into said picture and meet the mysterious woman from another time? Is Lexa a true crime fanatic who lures her girlfriend on a tour of the most infamous crime scenes in the country? Does Clarke go to a murder mystery party super confident she’ll figure out the murderer before anyone else only to be completely thrown off her game by the annoyingly aloof and beautiful Ms. Scarlett, aka Lexa?
Day 6 - Party Time
Costume party shenanigans, clubbing, bobbing for apples, Halloween bar crawl, cider tasting, nighttime festivities!
Does grumpy Lexa get dragged to a Halloween bar crawl but really start to enjoy it when she keeps running into a progressively tipsier (re: flirtier) Clarke? Does Clarke start a micro-cidery with her friends and decide to launch it on Halloween night, which turns out to be the best idea ever when the reporter assigned to cover the grand opening is none other than her former college crush, Lexa Woods? Do they click at a costume party but have no idea what the other looks like because, duh, costumes? Does one drunkenly confess her love for the other because she’s dressed as Wonder Woman and Wonder Woman isn’t afraid of anything?
Day 7 - Free Day
Happy Halloween, everyone! It’s FREE DAY!
Didn’t see a theme that you wanted? Missed a day but now you suddenly have a brilliant idea? Today’s YOUR day.
If you need any more suggestions/inspiration, send me an ask. I’ll try my best to give you ideas, or you can always make a post for my friends and/or followers to come up with clever things for you.
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‘Till We Bleed Out - 2.
Vampire!bucky x reader AU
Part 2 of this series.
Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real.
Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst
You woke up realizing that you had surprisingly fallen soundly asleep last night, after the strange dream about the handsome man; who was kind enough to let you take shelter from the storm in his home.
Speaking of the storm, you got out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling the curtain aside. You noticed that the weather was even worse than last night. Heavy rain, and nonstop thunder. Although, it seemed like a very cozy day to just stay inside. You sigh with a soft smile on, perhaps you’d get to know more about Bucky today.
You turned back around and noticed something you hadn’t last night. Roses on the nightstand, as red as blood and just as hauntingly beautiful. Your smile grew; there was something enchanting about red roses. A bunch of it looked like the embodiment of poetry and there was no other way you could explain it.
You approached the flowers and inhaled their fresh scent. Oh how you loved them! How come you didn’t notice they were on the nightstand? Anyways, you walked into the bathroom and brushed, showered and were about to change into another pair of sweatpants when you noticed more clothes in the closets. A sundress caught your eye and you decided to wear it. It fit you perfectly. You twirled in front of the mirror, checking yourself out when Wanda walked into the room.
“I see you’re up, Miss.” she smiled at you. And you noticed she had the same look in her eyes, like Bucky did. That of sadness, or helplessness. But you tried ignoring it.
“Good morning.” You gave her your best smile and noticed how she took in your appearance.
“You look lovely. Anyways, I came to let you know that breakfast is ready. Mr. Barnes is waiting for you downstairs in the dining room. Come down whenever you’re ready.”
Wanda left and the brief mention of Bucky brought back the memories of last night’s dream. It was definitely weird that you had such an explicit dream about him, but the weirdest thing was that you were not feeling the slightest bit guilty about it.
You took a deep breath and stepped out of the room. You made your way downstairs, leisurely. Taking in more of the décor and the paintings on the wall. These must have cost a fortune, you thought.
You found Bucky in the dining room, sitting at one of the ends of the large table. You had to admit, even the furniture in this house seemed pricey. Bucky set the newspaper down upon seeing you. He let his eyes roam your frame quickly and his smile broadened. “You look lovely,” he commented.
You smiled, just a little shy and whispered a ‘thank you’. As you took a seat on his left, he spoke again. “The storm intensified. Looks like you’re not going home today.” he said with a genuine smile. You began to oppose naturally but he insisted. “You’ll be safe here.”
You agreed. You picked a few food items from the large trays and took a few bites while Bucky got back to his newspaper. The silence was comfortable, the two of you seemed perfectly alright with sharing the space without feeling the need to fill the void with any conversation. It felt like this was part of your routine almost.
You sipped on coffee and discreetly lifted your eyes to look at Bucky. He munched on a piece of fruit while focusing on some article in the papers. His body language made him look like an older man; eating while reading his newspaper. But his face didn’t look a day over 35. The contrast made you giggle and that caught his attention.
He turned to face you with a raised eyebrow. “Something funny, miss?” he sounded like he was teasing you, politely.
You shook your head and set your cup down, and upon doing so you noticed the red roses in a vase in front of you, again. The sudden urge to ask a question took over you, “Your wife, did she like red roses?”
“They were her favorite.” He seemed unfazed by your sudden curiosity.
“What was she like?” you asked again and the smitten smile on his face gave away how much he loved her. Love like this was rare, and you felt just a little envious of the late woman. She was so lucky, you hoped she knew.
“Like the answer to all my prayers. Beautiful. Every little thing about her was so, so beautiful. She was kind, smart and funny, and fierce. She made me a better man. She was delightful.” You noticed he looked you right in the eyes as he spoke. His answer gave away that he worshipped that woman.
“I hope she knew how much you love her.”
He gave you that soft smile again. “I made sure to remind her every single day.”
-
You never knew rainy days could be so lovely. After breakfast Bucky offered to show you his library because of course he owned one. And you had the time of your life just walking around and running your fingers over some of your favorite books.
You noticed red roses on the coffee table as well, by the couches in his study room/library. While reaching for a copy of Pride and Prejudice, your hand brushed with his and your whole body felt like it was electrified. You pulled away sheepishly, but he held it up to you and you took it with a smile, admiring the front cover.
“Your favorite?” he asked.
You nodded, excitedly. He let out a little laugh. “You can have this one. I have plenty of other copies.”
You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. “Thank you, Buck.” you were so excited that you walked past him, hungry to explore the other side of his library - without realizing what you just called him.
Meanwhile Bucky was both surprised and elated. Buck… no one called him that except for-
“What’s in there?” he heard your voice and turned around immediately. You were pointing at the partially hidden door at the end of the room. “That’s where you hide all your secrets?” you teased, using the same tone he did this morning.
He laughed and nodded. “Yes, you caught me.”
You two shared a laugh and then he insisted that you should see the piano room. You agreed and just as everything else in the house, the grand room was equally as breathtaking. White couches, brown pillows, plants, full of light even with the stormy weather and a large balcony adjoined to it. Perfect.
“It’s beautiful,” you said as you admired the room. You could hear the heavy rain hitting the window panes, it was comforting. You noticed the well-maintained piano right by the door which led to the balcony, “Do you play?” you asked and he gave you a dramatic look which gave away that you had just bruised his ego.
“Miss Y/N, how dare you question my skills?” He answered with a smile on, then proceeded to play the most melodic tune you had ever heard. You weren’t much of a musical person, but you knew a melancholic tune when you heard one. It was, as most things in this house, hauntingly beautiful. Even the music carried a sense of nostalgia, and homesickness.
You closed your eyes for a moment, getting lost in the music which filled the room effortlessly. Familiar, very familiar. Then it hit you - this was the same song being played at that ball in your dream. You opened your eyes immediately, baffled at the weird coincidences taking place lately.
You found yourself gravitating towards the bench, and eventually you sat beside Bucky. He looked at you for a brief moment, then resumed playing somewhat of a softer tune. You smiled at him and suddenly it all felt like a déjà-vu. Like you’ve lived this exact moment a hundred times before. Sitting next to him, your elbows brushing, him looking at you lovingly, yet with sad eyes. His cologne, the slight gray in his eyes, the weather - it felt like a forgotten dream was coming back to you.
You had to find something to say otherwise you felt like you were about to lose your mind. “You said you worked all day everyday. So is today your day off?” you tried to lighten the mood.
He let out a little laugh. “Like I said, I rarely get visitors. I’m just making the most out of your company.”
He was drop dead gorgeous, and he could make your heart race with just a few simple words. A dangerous combination really.
He kept playing as you walked around the room, taking in every little detail. This was the only room in the house which had white roses in the vase, instead of dark red ones. Well, the white ones matched the interior better here. Your gaze fell upon something interesting next.
“Vinyl records?” that seemed to catch his undivided attention as he stopped playing and turned to you.
“Oh yes. It was one of my… old hobbies.” He answered.
You giggled. “You say old hobbies like you are over a hundred years old.”
He chuckled and got up from the bench. He walked over to where the records were kept, picked one out and carefully placed it down on the record player. A soothing tune filled the room again. Much lighter and happier than the piano earlier. A stark contrast to the gloomy weather but it still, somehow, fit perfectly.
Bucky extended his arm out in front of you, out of nowhere. “Dance with me.”
You didn’t hesitate for a single and took his hand immediately. Bucky held you close; his hand at your waist pressing your body to his gently. His other hand held yours delicately. Your arm placed over his shoulder as you stared into his deep, piercing eyes. And just like that, you two swayed slowly to the sweet, slow music. Effortlessly, gracefully and without any awkwardness or hesitation. Almost like you’ve danced a thousand times before.
You giggled as he twirled you around and pulled you closer almost immediately. And when you looked back up into his eyes, it felt like a déjà-vu again. Only this time, you knew where you had experienced something similar to this - in your dream last night. The ballroom, the gown, the way you danced. Just like this.
Your body tensed up and you weren’t blinking, Bucky caught the change in your behavior. “Don’t think about it.” he murmured.
“About what?” you used a much softer tone as well. You and him were so close you could whisper and you were sure he would hear you perfectly.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about.” He spoke as he swayed you gently. “You’re here, with me. I don’t want you to think about anything else.” It sounded more like a plea than a request. There was something else he was trying to say; inexplicable, hidden in between the lines. Somehow you caught it.
You nodded. “I’m here.” You spoke without paying much attention to what you were saying or doing. “With you.” All that mattered in the world right now was that you were in his embrace. His ocean blue eyes were the only thing you could make sense of.
You felt it then. The warmth, despite his cold hands. The sparks flying around, despite the dark and gloomy weather outside. He started leaning in and you met him halfway.
His hand moved up to gently cup your face. His lips brushed against yours briefly as he paused and waited to see if you would pull away. Seeing you didn’t, he pressed his lips to yours. You shivered at how delicately he caressed your cheek with his thumb. Kissing him felt natural. Like a habit. His lips were soft and familiar. He tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer.
Your hands instinctively slid into his hair, he moaned under his breath as you tugged on it gently. Bucky tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss, nibbling on your lips and gently stroking your lower lip with his tongue. You felt giddy and warm. And safe.
He pulled away just a second before Wanda stepped into the room. “Dinner’s ready.”
Bucky told her you two would be downstairs in a minute and you caught that look on her face. A look of pure joy and satisfaction. You didn’t understand why.
When Wanda left, you faced Bucky again, now just a little nervous. “I.. I didn’t-,”
He silenced you by gently holding your chin in between his fingers. “Shh sweetheart.” His gaze spoke volumes; he was perfectly alright with this kiss. “We should go downstairs.”
Dinner was perfect. Lovely conversation, lovely wine, the same stormy weather outside but inside Bucky’s home; all was well. He told you that you were more than welcome to use his library if you wished to do some light reading before bed. You agreed.
You grabbed a book and curled up on one of the couches and he did the same, sitting right across you. You found yourself re-reading the same sentence over and over again because you couldn’t focus. Not when you could physically feel his eyes on you. You even caught him staring a few times and giggled whenever he seemed flustered after being caught.
There was ease between you two. And the next two hours went by comfortably.
“It’s late, I should go to bed.” You spoke as you stood up. He did as well, and when you looked into his eyes you began wishing that this storm outside lasts forever.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispered, leaning in and kissing you at the side of your mouth.
“Goodnight.”
-
You tossed and turned in bed. Somehow, falling asleep was a little harder today because you couldn’t help but think about how it felt when Bucky kissed you earlier. The sound of the harsh storm echoed inside the house, but it was still comforting.
The loud roar of the thunder was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep; dreaming again, this time of red roses, blue eyes, balconies and paintings…
Arms wrapped around you from behind, embracing you in a tight hug. “Do you like it, my love?” the silky smooth voice asked. You looked down and you smiled at the sight of the wedding band on his finger.
“I love it.” You looked up at the frame hung on the wall. It was a painting of you and your husband, delivered to you that morning itself. “We’ll keep it here forever.”
You heard a soft chuckle, then felt a pair of lips kissing your neck softly. “Even longer.”
You turned around and came face to face with Bucky, with slightly longer hair, tied in a low, neat ponytail. Behind him was a very familiar door. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “We should get going, else we’ll be late.”
The surroundings faded, and you were now inside a dimly lit ballroom. The grand chandelier was mesmerizing, but not more than your husband’s eyes. He was gorgeous, your man; even with half his face covered by the masquerade mask he was still perfectly able to take your breath away.
He smirked, as though able to read your thoughts. He leaned in, and the rest of your surroundings was suddenly a blur. “Do you wish for us to go somewhere more private, sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.
You bit your lip and nodded, only then realizing that you were wearing a mask as well. Bucky smiled, tugging on your hand and dragging you along to wherever it is he was taking you.
The room around you morphed again and you found yourself running up a staircase with Bucky, giggling and holding onto each other for dear life until you finally made it to the top. You found yourself on a balcony.
“Where are we?” you asked.
Bucky stepped closer, pushing you gently against the balustrade. “Home.” He leaned in and kissed you. His mouth moved against yours gently, passionately. His hands were on either side of your waist as he pressed you further into him. Your hands instinctively went to his neck as you gently pulled him closer.
As you closed your eyes and cherished his touch, an image of the painting from earlier flashed in front of your eyes. But you forgot it just as quickly as it came because Bucky’s touch took over all your senses. His hand slipped under your dress, and went right to your wet core.
You giggled into the kiss as his knuckles brushed faintly against your core and you moaned at his touch. He cupped you in between the legs and the palm of his hand pressed against your throbbing clit. His mere touch was driving you insane. His lips left yours and he kissed his way to your neck; sharp teeth nipping at your skin. At the feel of it, your own canines sharpened out of nowhere.
Surprisingly, it didn’t feel like it was the first time that it happened. You seemed comfortable with the sudden change.
Bucky kissed all the spots which made you weak in the knees; he knew your body by heart it seemed. While he kissed your skin, his fingers moved slightly against your dripping core. You moaned, tugging on his hair just a little.
“Be quiet for me, sweetheart.” he mumbled against your skin as he slipped two fingers past your folds. He curled his fingers inside you immediately, and stroked your walls gently. You moved your hips against his hand as you chased your orgasm. His thumb rubbed your swollen clit furiously as you bit your lip to keep you from moaning.
“Buck…” you were breathless, each nerve ending on fire as pleasure washed over you.
“Shh sweetheart,” he quickened his actions and slipped his fingers in and out of you incessantly until he felt your walls clench around him. “Cum for me,” he whispered. You moaned, biting your lower lip as you came all over his hand.
Once you recovered, he pulled your dress up, making it bunch around your waist as he stepped in between your legs again; kissing you like his life depended on it. He undid his pants and hoisted you up his own body. You wrapped your legs around his waist quickly for better balance and he leaned the two of you against the balustrade once again.
You felt his hard cock pressing against your skin as he kissed you hungrily. His hand dipped in between the two of you and he guided the tip of his erected cock over to your dripping entrance. The brief friction caused you to moan into his mouth.
“Be quiet for me, yes?” he spoke against your lips, almost as breathless as you were. You nodded frantically. And with that, he pushed himself inside you quickly. You felt all of him once he was completely buried in you. His cock twitched inside you and you bit your lip to prevent a moan from escaping your lips.
He held your hips, and your hands gripped his shoulders desperately as you tried to keep your voice down. You pushed your face into the crook of his neck, nibbling on his skin with your sharp fangs as he rocked in and out of you. You moaned quietly against his skin as his throbbing cock sped up into you. He pounded into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans and gasps out of you.
He growled when he felt you clench around him. “Bucky…” you moaned and he immediately placed his lips on yours to stop you from making more noise. He loved how you lost control under his touch. He loved the sound of his name leaving your lips.
“Shh, sweetheart. Quiet,” he mumbled against your lips as he felt your walls milking him perfectly. “We can’t get caught fucking in our own balcony while we were supposed to be hosting a party downstairs.” He ended with a chuckle.
You whined. “Well if you weren’t so insatiable,” you teased. He scoffed, holding you at the curve of your ass, hands under your dress as he occasionally squeezed your butt cheeks, making you giggle and moan at the same time.
“Says the one who lures me in like a seductress every moment of every day,” he sassed back. He slammed into you relentlessly while you tried your hardest to not to scream out loud. You felt a pressure building between your hips, and it seemed like he felt it as well because he dipped his head into the crook of your neck and swore under his breath as he sped up again.
Your thoughts became cloudy, and all that you could focus on in that moment was the force of his thrust. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you found yourself unable to form proper thoughts. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he filled you up.
Your body moved along with his like a rag doll as you could no longer keep up with his thrust. Soon, you felt the warmth taking over. And a familiar tingle went down your spine as your walls clenched around him. You gushed out all over his cock with a loud moan…
You woke up gasping, shocked that you had dreamt such explicit dreams two nights in a row now. You looked around and realized that it was still night time. You could still replay the dream in your head like a vivid memory. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths.
The painting.
The painting seemed so real, so detailed. You wondered if-
Wait, that door you dreamt of. You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? Large, dark wood with beautifully detailed carvings on it, golden doorknob…
You gasped again. It was the door in the library. Your heart raced. Could it be… ?
You didn’t think twice before getting out of bed, grabbing the robe Wanda had left you earlier you stepped out of the room. Your breaths got shallower and shallower as you reached the library.
It could very well be just a weird dream, right? You jumped at the sound of the thunder, and realized that you were already inside the library. You stared at the door. This was the exact one you dreamt of.
Fuck it. You walked towards it, blocking out any thoughts which told you to turn back around and get back in bed. You twisted the doorknob and it was unlocked. You pushed the door open, stepping inside you found a secret room. About the same size of the library, or maybe slightly more spacious.
It looked like a more modern and luxurious version of a drawing room. With the usual, couches, carpets and… and paintings. For a moment you almost didn’t want to find it. You didn’t want to find that painting of you and Bucky; which you had just dreamt of because if or when you do, what then?
You looked around, the light from the two chandeliers illuminating the room just right. There were regular paintings one would find in an expensive mansion like this one; views of countryside, mountains, rivers. There were some paintings of people you couldn’t recognize but you knew, deep inside, that they seemed familiar.
You almost let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t find the painting from your dream.
Almost.
But then you saw it. The largest frame in the room. Right above the golden fireplace, mounted on the wall perfectly straight and right in the center of the room.
It was the painting you dreamt of. The one of you and Bucky.
“What the hell?” you whispered as you approached the fireplace, craning your head up to look at the oddly familiar painting.
You two seemed so happy. You were in a rose gold gown, and Bucky was well-dressed in navy blue. A lovely moment in time, captured in a beautiful painting. You weren’t quite sure what to think as you looked at yourself in the painting.
Your eyes instinctively trailed down to the bottom on the frame. And in cursive black painted were written the words which gave you goosebumps: ‘Mr. & Mrs. Barnes. 1872.’
“What the hell?” you repeated.
This time you heard a voice speak up, from behind you. “You should be in bed, sweetheart.” He said softly.
You turned around and found Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and a look on his face which you couldn’t quite decipher. You turned to look back at the painting, and then back at him again. He hadn’t aged since 1872 it seemed.
Your heart raced again.
It couldn’t be… could it?
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