#spending a few hours floating around the atmosphere looking into the horizon
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Unspoken needs
18+
pairing : Phil burbank X Branco Henry
trope: Explicit Smut , Cowboy on Cowboy Sex , Porn with Feelings , Alternative ending , Charachterization , Age Gap , Older man/younger man , Flashbacks , Handjobs , Blowjobs , praise kink , Daddy kink , Phil is a soft!dom ;)
summary : Phil was waiting for Peter to meet him at the ranch , and he got lost in his memories of Branco while gazing at the mountains , at the barking dog .
N.B : In this chapter i had imagined what Branco Henry was like and some scenarios with Phil and their developping relationship , and the way he influenced Phil and impacted his charachter , its based solely on my personal impression that i had on him from the movie not from the book , so its not canon
Chapter ( 2/ ? ) : Memories tethered and buried
*OUTSIDE*
Silence has settled in and the few scattering sunrays of the twilight gradually declined to fade into darkness as darkness took place in the farm , the only light being the soft glow of the moonlight and the twinkling stars , the wind rustles the leaves on the ground stirring up the dirt and the sands to hurl around and twirl across the land , whirling its way with a couple of prickly tumbleweeds , their restless rumbling breaking slightly through the deafening desertic silence of the night in Montana , along with the cacophony of cricket's chirps which only emphasized the heavy silence , only broke by the occasional grunting of the cows confined within the rusty fence of the corral , the peaceful calming atmosphere sits as stark opposite to the wild boistorous landscapes of the high rocky mountains stretched in the horizon occupiying all the perepheral vision and making a breathtaking frame to see through the wooden gates from inside the ranch
which is perfectly positioned in a dominating middle ground that provides a nice framed view on the mountains from the front gates and an observing point on the farming and horse work from the back doors
"no wonder why Phil spends most of his time here ", Peter thought to himself while heading to the ranch to meet Phil and stopped at the front door steps taking in the nature and his surroundings while heading to the place of their appointement , or more exactly their date
the boy being a sensitive artist in the heart with a pragmatic mind couldnt help but psychanalyze Phil and note the tortured oppressd beauty of his being and his ,,,, tragedy
Phil would stand up straight with his shoulders back within the wooden confine , having a dominant look on every farmer or horseman , making his authoritarian presance floating on everyone's shoulders and omnipresent , like a tyrannical phantom
while all the same he could get lost to no one's knowledge in the beauty of the wild ,
observe through the frame that forms the large gates of the ranch , the rocky high mountains with sweeping meadows spread upon it and forested slopes stretching to the foothills ,
while his mind drifts to the memory of him and Brenco hiking up those mountains , and , the memory of his first love , and first time , discovering his true feelings and nature with Brenco
which was exactly what he was doing after he bathed himself ,which his brother found bizzar since he never does it at home but the situation obliged , and went there waiting for Peter to come ,
his mind flickered with the memories of Brenco while gazing at the mountains , in the sun set ,and his loyal barking dog,,,,, still a couple of hours left before Peter would come , he lost himself in memories that marked him,,,,,
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After months of training him to mount a stubborn mare and tame it
Branco was teaching him to move a herd of cattles and eventually cutting the little calfs from their fathers so they wont breed them, he was watching him on his velvety black magestic Mustang from afar , while Phil was struggling to seperate the little calf from the herd
_" COME ON PHIL! " he yelled at him , getting impatient
_" DONT LET THE CALF JOIN THE HERD SORT HIM OFF INTO THAT SMALLER PEN "
Phil was trying his best to direct the calf but it keeps running in every direction and around the parents stubbornly ,
Branco sighed in defeat eventually gave up
_"OKAY NOW JUST HURDLE THEM TOGETHER AND STEER THEM INTO THAT FENCE LETS GET THIS OVER WITH"
Phil panting hard , mouth dried , head dizzy from the hot burning sun , ass hurt from the hard saddle and all the hopping , he gave up and rode back to Brenco
-" sorry Brenco it doesnt seem to work they dont wanna go where i lead them ! "
Brenco rode his horse closer to his and faced him , glaring at him with wide chocolate eyes darkened with anger and irritation at his incompetence , with a firm tone he retorted :
" a real cowboy would go there cut that calf off , steer him away the cattles and into that smaller pen without deviating , and go round up the rest of the herd and push'em into the enclosure within half an hour or less, ITS BEEN FOUR HOURS Phil ! , what have i taught you the whole past months ? , "
Phil humiliated was about to retort but he continued " trust your goddamn horse and stop misleading it ! it knows how to cut calves way better than you , it was raised with the instinct for cutting cattles and steering them which normally should've made it easier for a beginner like you , even with a hunter of a horse you couldnt make it ,,,,, you dissapointed me Phil "
Phil's dry mouth went agape a hurt expression written on his face ,his eyes dropped down to the dusty ground feeling ashamed and beating himself up internally , he wanted to make him proud not fail him , he felt a clenching feeling at his throat
he would do anything , follow every order , every instruction , listen to all the advices ,to become a real cowboy ,tough and charismatic masculine man like he is ,
but its hard to make it work when he gets lost in his dark bottomless and dangerous eyes while he is explaining , or get transfixed by his inviting wide plump mouth , framed by his beard
or when his dick goes stiff and engorged with blood and lust everytime he catches a glimpse of his rounded and muscled ass in those bloody tight denim jeans , hypnotizing him by moving attractively from side the side waving his hips on the horse with such a grace , and controlling the harness effortlessly as if he shared one mind with his mustang
he cant help but feel enchanted by his wild beauty , his thick black hair , and thick lashes and straight eyebrows , his protruding brow that gives him a threatening look , adding to that his towering impressive form ,
big rugged capable hands that he wished to see somewhere else than on a bridle , or at least being the one attached to the other end of the strap
many times he wished it was on his lap he was hopping that way , or that it was him he was controlling with that harness , or using his personal towel with his intitials BH inscribed in the fabric as a strap to wrap around his neck while he pounds into him - he slapped himself at the thought-
indeed it was hard to focus under those conditions
Brenco still staring at him ,grew irritated by the silence and his hand snapped to Phil's he grabbed it harshly and brought it to his face , pulling him from his daydreams
-" look your knuckles are WHITE from holding onto the harness , you're more struggling to control your horse than focusing on the direction of the herd to counter it , i told you , don't be a control freak, you gotta build a relation of trust between you and your horse , not domination , you gotta know its a stubborn beast with the love of freedom runing through its veins ,and you just turned it to a chicken ,you transmited your fear , come on put yourself together and MAN THE HELL UP " he roared the last sentence
Phil blinking in shock and gathering his courage ,he swallowed a couple of times before answering with fake confidence but his voice betrayed him as it came out enervated
_" look i promise you i will succed the next time , it was only my second time , i just need to practise mo-"
Brenco cut him off , scoffing at his attempt to justify himself instead of taking criticism
" what are you making up excuses now ? i dont need your promises , your words don't matter ,there are times in life when the fancy words and pretty actions don’t count for much, when it’s blood and dust and death and a cold wind blowing and a gun in the hand and you know suddenly you’re just an animal with guts and blood that wants to live, love and mate, and die in your own good time , you feel me ? , i need your actions and proofs ,so quit whining and prove me that i havent waisted my time taking you under my wing "
Phil was fueled by pure desire to see pride in Brenco's eyes , and to gain his approval , he kept playing his words in the back of his mind
" man the hell up " ;so with a newfound resolution he nodded to himself and muttered -" i will show you Brenco " determined to better himself
nonetheless he couldnt help the nagging feeling of guilt everytime he thought about him the way he did ,it was scandalous , so deliciously inappropriate , what would he think of him ? , having those " feelings"
he cringed at himself from the mere thought , Brenco would've probably had beat him up to a pulp before hanging him up and then trailing his body with the iron tag " faggot " on his forehad behind his horse around the whole ranch
he shook off the thoughts feeling now a threat added to his guilt
he kept training days long on the horse , for weeks , until the day he finally sorted the cattles off like a champ , Brenco noticed he was more confident on the horse , pulling at the harness with ease , following the instincts of the horse , becoming one with it , he smiled at him from afar, and Phil raised his head caught his glance and smiled back ,
they looked into each other's eyes little bit longer than they should had , their smiles faded as an intense expression took over , turning to something darker and more ,,,, intimate , his heart was swelling in his chest ,
he went to sleep that day with his hard features painted on the black of his eyes , head full of fantasies that involves making those dangerous alluring eyes roll at the back of his head from the sinful action he would practise between his spread legs , with his mouth open.
Its not that Branco was bullying him or that he had no patience , he was the calmest guy ,his blood a frozen calm river , he was a man of logic , led by his rational mind rather than his emotions , he had his emotions under control , but , with him he was different , it felt downright personal the way he shouted at him and picked on his smallest fails ,
the reason he was pushing him beyond his limits and being too meticulous and too hard on him like that was because he believed he really could do it , that he had it in him and just need a push to call forward what he wanted to become and he wanted to see him succed badly ,
he needed to see the fruit of his work , signs that he was right about him that his intuition was right , the thing he probably feared more than any grizzly was Phil failing him or worse , giving up , he knew he craved his approval and wants to use it to fuel his passion ,
he never wanted to see the flames of passion in his eyes waver ,he wanted to be his inspiration , he cared too much about his development, he was eager to fulfill his wish of becoming better , and more than that he wanted to be the one he thanks for it ,
Branco Henry was a real masculine model for everyone in the ranch , self sufficient and reliable , free like the wind , untamable as a young feral mare , his wide chocolate eyes shone with unmistakable ardor , avid for adventure and the quest of mastery , never shied away from confrontation ,and had a high sense of justice and morality ,
he had boradcasted his knowledge to the western frontiere, devoted to the marrow of his bone to his life style that he considered it fairly as a life mission ,
he walked alone with a confidence of a roman emperor he knew well what his work represented , not only to him but to something far beyond , a vehicule of transcending western values , that he believed in whole heartedly and should not only preserve and personify but also pass it on ,
he was a visionary and he knew nobody else as worthy of his guidance as his loyal and faithful best friend Phil , he saw through him , he knew Phil is secretly ambitious and competitive , and held the intimate conviction that he is capable of and want to do more and better than anybody else in this field ,and want to become just like him ,
they shared same values, and same ardor for their work , and this desire to be admired , looked up to , and to lead , when he met him he was shy and hesitant about revealing himself at first , but Brenco knew how to spring it out of him and call forward all his potential
nevertheless what Phil truly and deeply wants far more than becoming a high valued and respected man and the recognition , is the acceptance , of who he truely is as a person regardless of being a man and whats communly associated with it, regardless of the efforts and sacrifices he puts into being the model he represents to his peers ,
he craves consideration ,understanding and love ,someone who can actually see him , unveiled and as a whole , crack the code and delve into the depth of his most hidden places , his darkest corners , and drawn in the waters of his most sinful desires , explore his secret garden not for finding jewels but to marvel in its beauty as a whole , encounter with his devils and dance with them ,
he wants nothing more than to be accepted as he is and loved for what he is, and for that he undertook a hellish detour and perilous adventure to prove his worth to Henry and be dignified , that costed him his soul , his authenticity slowly retreated to make place for the persona he was forging , his true feelings being disguised behind a stoic demeanor, that became a shield to his fragility and sensitivity ,
the more he learns about what he should be and what that represents and how its judged amidst his peers , the more he burns the parts of him that didnt fit into that image , until he became , a sheer shadow of himself , or rather ,the shadow of Brenco Henry
like when he had to pretend not to care about camaraderie when all he wanted is to mingle and share his new experiences with Branco in the wild with all his teenage enthusiasm, because he had been taught to keep it to himself to be ahead of them ,and entertain the mystery around himself in that way he would be respected
or to pretend it was okay not to have close friends ,only acquaintances when in reality he longed for intimacy and connection
or to ignore his growing feelings for his best and only friend Branco , and the irresistible attraction he feels when he is around him
it is not to say that Henry intentionally provoked such transformations , not by any stretch of the imagination he could've guessed the influence he possessed upon him , in his life and through his death ,
he sure had to some extent knew he considered him more than a best friend by the way his eyes glitters when he gave him an important mission to do , what it meant to him that he had such a trust in his abilities , and the way he happily and hastily do him small favors around the ranch
like just the simple task of showering and brushing his horse to prepare his mount for him when he was busy hunting or forging new hooves , filled him with such joy that if he were a dog his tail would violently wag while hopping to execute his orders ,
he loved to be of any use to him , loved to be used by him in any imaginable ways , and loved even more being praised for it and appreciated
However the more Branco spent time with him ,teaching him ranch works or to mount or the various values that a proper cowboy should uphold to , the more he grew found of him himself ,
little did he know , that Phil was not only useful to him and a good apprentice cowboy ,but essential to him , he gave meaning to his life , being his mentor gave him a sense of accomplishement and filled him with happiness and thrill everytime he notices improvement , even in the smallest details ,
he was an observing man and taught him how to use his eyes like no one else too , so his heart brimms with pride when he notices when they were hunting the paths that a rabbit leave behind , or the clues from mere feces , or sense a coming thunder
as Branco was himself growing attached to him ,he couldnt conceive anymore go on a hike up the hills without having Phil by his side , drinking on his words of advice or his stories about his past achievements in the foreign frontiere or in the mountains ,
like that time he told him he took on a buffalo by himself using arrows ,or that one perticular time that left a strong impression in Phil's mind , and gave him an insight on his personality, not only his great cowboy skills but also his good heart and tender soul ,
he felt a growing intimacy and affection when he related it to him , eventhough Branco didnt say it but he knew he was the only one he told that story to
it was that one time during an expedition , he was attacked by a furious mother grizzly when he ventured too close to her cavern well hidden behind vegetations at the foothill , where her cubs were peacefully sleeping ,
lured by some kind of plant with healing property that was growing near the entry to use to make medecine for an ill friend's sister ,he had looked for it everywhere , and when he approached ,still on his horse, the grizzly started growling fiercely behind the bushes that shielded almost completly the entry ,and suddenly charged him and jumped to lacerate his horse's neck , clawed onto it with her long deadly talons while maulding it with her sharp white fangs blinded by fury,
he fell down the horse ,he hurt his back but managed to stretch his arm wincing in pain and reached to the hunting knife sheathed in his side knife belt at his ankle, and feigned surrender to the beast , with a composure few man would manifest in front of a savage death , but he did ,
he froze and wait the beast to pounce on him and point the sharp knife's edge up and have it plunged in her gaping jaw ,
blood streamed down his hands and arms and all over his chest ,the fierce grizzly crushed him with her weight as it collapsed, he wriggled with all his force from underneath it , he crawled to his horse to check on it , his head dropped with defeat and sadness , caressed the horse neck and shook himself to remind himself of his mission and hurried to cut off the plants ,
thats when he told him he heard the little cubs crying for their mother he parted the bushes and peered through it on the cave inside , Phil swore he saw a glimpse of guilt in his eyes , now laying on the ground and sag face ,
he was even more startled when he knew what he did afterwards , that for the next three months he committed to the little cubs and would wake early to milk the cow before anyone would wake up and bring them the milk and hand feed them himself ,
Phil was looking at him fondly paying little attention to where his horse was leading him , he felt priviliged to let him sneak a peek onto his vulnerable side ,and moreover he felt a deep admiration for a man who would risk his life for someone else sister and who would fight with such courage and dignity, and be gentle and kind enough to go back and take care of the little creatures , thinking at how he valued every living being lives and his respect to life in general made his heart melt and soften to him , and how sweet and committed he really is inside ,
that ignited a blazing passion for him in his heart the words cannot describe ,it was at that moment he swore he would dedicate his life to be like him , and be his loyal partner until death do them apart , and thats exactly what he did , he was by his side until the very end
as time went by , days passed , season after season , Phil was doing remarkable progress , he was focused and disciplined, smart and devoted , and Branco started to see in him the perfect partner for futur rides and perhaps allow him to join on a more dangerous missions far away in the frontiere , but not just yet , he would never think of risking his life ,
its true that he was pushing him but he always took precautions and had his back while doing so ,and would go according to his plans , step by step , the use of weapons for hunting and combat would be with the last lessons of his programm ,
he first needed to master all the basic ranching work to be self sufficient and help his community inside , and grow in strength and hability before thinking of exploring the unknown , and to do so , he had to learn and master rawhide braiding which he got the hang of it pretty quickly ,and another overlooked yet very important skill which is blacksmithing ,
they only had two blacksmiths , one was not very competent the weapons he forged are not so sharp and easily breakable , and the professional one was getting old , they needed two new blacksmiths he thought , himself and Phil , would be perfect pair of replacement
One hot and sunny august afternoon , Phil missed lunch again , it was the third time this week , he grabbed a takeout some cold chicken in bread , but he was missed around the table , he was missed by Branco ,after a couple of beers and jokes he excused himself off ,and went out of the saloon,
following the sound of clattering metal ,to his delightful surprise , he saw him on the other side of the big ranch , near to the backdoors where he placed his iron tools at the entering ,and opened the back ranch gates
he was facing the mountains , and guessed it would be better to be outside in the fresh air , rather than suffocating from the heat inside , with a nice a view in front ,
Phil was shirtless , his wide muscled back at display flexing with each hit , glistening with sweat , little droplets of sweat running a trail between his well defined pecs , his sun kissed skin shining under the sun like velvet , humidty made his hair curl near his neck and soft small curls fall on his glowing forehead ,
his piercing blue eyes glued to the heated metal placed carefully on the anvil holding it with tongs with one and and with the other hammering it , Branco was captivated his athletic physique and nearly drooled ,
he watched him carefully , cringed at first from his lack of precision and the loose way he held his hammer and the wrong technique , but then was immensely pleased to think he works behind his back to improve faster and impress him , with decided steps he strode across the ranch and walked up to the backdoors ,
Phil hadnt notice him yet , until he stood in front of him facing him with a small smile that reaches his eyes , boyish amusement painted his face , he was content and his eyes though were challenging ,
He was taken by surprise and shivered as though he saw a ghost , he stopped his movement and he opened his mouth to explain himself looking at him then the long piece of iron that should resemble to a long hunting knife , it was as if he was caught cheating
though he was cut off by Branco before he could utter a word
_ "did i tell you to stop ? , no , so keep on practising , show me how you forge a knife little cowboy " he taunted
Phil pressed his lips together and tightened his grip on the hammer , a little annoyed for he knew he calls him that whenever there's something one level harder than his actual capabalities and playfully challenges him , irritation seemed like a good drive until now
he was quite determined but too hasty , and it took a lot of precision to do this kind of work , he lifted his arm up in the air , Branco watched intently how his nice defined biceps flex and his veins popped on his glistening thick forearms , as it came down onto the piece of metal hitting it nice and hard , but hitting it the wrong way
at his second demo , Branco came closer to his side and wrapped his large hand around his wrist in the air before he hammers again , and lowered it slowly , Phil tensed and his blue eyes piercing through his dark ones , a bit startled by the sudden unusual physical proximity
" too high stance " he said standing closely , his hand trailed along his curvy arm to his shoulder and grasped onto it- " and too tight"
he went to stand behind him and put each hand on his sturdy shoulder ,massaging them lightly , he was close , closer than ever before , Phil's breath hitched at the gesture , and his muscles strained even more ,
he felt Branco's breathy laugh caress the back of his neck , and the tingling sensation traveled down to his pants ,as though he noticed his surprise and arousal from the shade of pink coloring the base of his neck ,
his shoulders begun to go lax gradually with each comforting press , his hands went down feeling at his arms curves , and up to his shoulders again , kneading at his muscle knots there , and drawing circles with his rough thumbs on the side of his neck ,
by that time Phil was melting into puddle , and hotter than the piece of metal he had heating in front of him in the forge , his head dropping low between his shoulders he held back a deep groan of satisfaction
"good , just like that , dont be too uptight " , he said in a low honeyed voice , one hand went down and placed it onto the curve of his trimmed waist , squeezing ever so lightly , Phil quivered , fighting the urge to close his eyes, while pressing himself closer from behind until he felt his back against his chest
" and dont swing your hips it actually destabilize your aim " -he thought that he was the one destabilizing his mind right now , and something else beneath his buckle going rather straight and iron-y
while his mouth was hotly whispering instructions close to his ear , his chest was heaving and mouth dried , it got harder to focus on the meaning of the word , being lulled by the vibration of his low husky voice and the touches that ignited sparkles to his unexperienced and innocent nerves endings ,
he placed his other hand right on the middle of his back , and his spine would lit up with light if it could -
" mind your posture , upright , good , dont draw force from your lower body , rather launch your hits from your shoulder and back muscle , alright ?"
Phil nodded , he feared that if he spoke his voice would betray his extreme arousal from their sudden closeness
he let go of him and took steps back to watch him try again , and instantly Phil missed his warm rough and reassuring hands , he let out a shaky breath he was holding all along Branco's hand were on him ,
he shook his head as a mean to shake off the physical ,provoking thought thet started to invade his mind ,steady his shaky hand and picked the iron with the tongs and heated the metal til it was bright orange nd placed it on the anvel and prepared his posture to hammer ,
while Branco was scrutinizing his move , and watching his puffed up pecs glistening with sweat and flexing preparing to hit , Phil casted one last look to Branco , caught him checking him out , his ego swelled when he saw the clear look of hunger and lust on his face , and made a cheeky smile , proud to have succeded in charming the great untamable cowboy , and with the swing of confidence , he throw his hit , and he hit it right
before he knew it and without saying a word Branco turned on his hills and head back from where he came
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#benedict cumberbatch#benedict fanfic#smutty fanfic#smut gay fanfic#the power of the dog#Phil burbank x Branco Henry#male x male
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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way
warnings: platonic!rafe x reader (not a lot in this chapter), fluff, angst, language, minor drowning incident, lowercase intended, typos for sure
a/n: we’ve reached the end of the series! whew! it’s been a long time coming. read to find out what happens to jj and y/n!! gif used is mine :)
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞
the morning light didn’t shine through your windows for hours on the daily. the drawn curtains shielding you from the rays as you used as a barrier from the outside world, waking up later than what you’re used to. it was with bold determination that you managed to gather yourself and do what you normally would. get up, fix the bed, do bathroom agendas and cook food— either only for you or the best friends you had plans to meet with.
three days had passed since you last saw the group. staying within the rundown walls of your house, wallowing in heartbreak and, although you hate to admit it, self pity. but today was different, as pope persuaded her to surf - knowing that he was just trying to get her to go by using flattery - but she agreed after telling the lad he poor enticing skills.
the sun was at somehow at its peak as you arrived your usual spot, colossal waves in view as the silhouettes of your friends surfed from the distance. their laughs being carried away with the wind towards you let your feet sink in the hot sand.
though you loved hearing their faint laughters, the absence of the the one you were too nervous to run into once again didn’t come unnoticed. you propped your board by the palm tree that offered shade, peeling off the summer dress you had on as it revealed your favourite bikini. you waxed hastily, ready to get your body submerged in the ocean.
tucking your board under your arms, you ran to the white water that’s widespread on the shallow part, watching your friends wait for the set that was coming up as you ventured to them excitedly as you passed the shore break, using the riptide to get on the deep end faster.
once you reached the section they were at, it was as if it was your deep seated understanding with the rest to paddle out and catch waves of your own. it was deemed throughout the group- that eventually became passed on the island, that you and the blonde pogue were one’s greatest competition when it came to surfing. you both found it funny, setting the pressure aside and let your adoration for each other mask it.
the swells were developing faster, some breaking earlier than usual and some not being worth to catch. soon enough, the two boys left to rest for a little while, having been there an hour before kie and an extra half hour before you.
silence filled the air for awhile, the only thing easing the tension in the atmosphere was the crashing of the waves. it was soon ceased as the brunette spoke, “i’m sorry...” you looked at her, prompting her to continue “about you and jj.”
your lips formed a thin line, not knowing whether to make a face or smile. “i hope you guys could work it out.” that statement alone impelled you to let out a scoff.
“you’re actually telling me that...you’re actually telling me that?” you asked in annoyance, she bowed her head before building up the courage to speak again.
“we weren’t doing anything behind your back.” she started, “i know it doesn’t seem that way but believe me, we didn’t. i can’t do that to myself, to jj, and i respect and love you too much to do that to you.”
although you guys we’re still floating on your surfboards, hair and skin soaked in salty water, you could guarantee that a few tears fell from her eyes. but knowing kie and being best friends for so long, tears were not what you needed to have assurance of her sincerity, it was simply her bringing her walls down to talk her feelings away.
“i appreciate that a lot. i’m sorry too if i doubted you, it just wasn’t hard to do so when he has chosen you over me multiple times. and it’s not like it’s a bad thing to be closer than ever, he just doesn’t know how to get his priorities straight, i guess.” you answered, letting the water cradle you as you eased through a conversation.
it was not hard to forgive kiara, positive that what she was saying was true. you looked out to the horizon as you were at the apex of a wave, closing your eyes but cutting it short as you heard her speak, “he loves you...” you looked into her eyes and can see the honey colour of them spill out genuineness
“...so much. but he was doubting as well. the reason why he kept on meeting me was he was asking me stuff to know if you were sure about him.” you furrowed your brows, keeping you gaze at her as your stare asked for more questions.
“it’s not my place to speak for him. it’s better if you guys talk. that night was full of rage, make another one full of understanding. all i want right now is to be your best friend again.” a lot of weight was lifted off your shoulder, you clouded mind started to clear as you paddled slightly over her to wrap her in your arms “you never even lost me, kie.” she returned the hug as you both caught a few more waves.
as you both decided that it was time to paddle back, the period dropped as the tide leveled out offering a few entries into nice waves. kiara, out of breath let you have time for yourself as you insisted that you’ll be fine alone and waited a few minutes for a nice set to conquer and kick out the channel.
a herculean wave came to view which quickly capped out. paddling over after it broke, you saw the second one gaining such momentum as it approached someone like you who’s been expecting a day ender.
intimidating was the word you described it in your head. it towering over you as the sun rested at the shoulder of it, the glare making it harder to examine what it’s going to do whether it is going to close down or give you the time to catch it.
after seeing the line for previous waves, you decided to paddle out, fully committing in it being one of the difficult waves that size that you surfed in.
but that commitment lead you to a minor downfall as the higher you got, the clearer the reefs became as it drew off from the ocean ground. making you realize that it would be a steep giant that you needed to brace yourself for.
things didn’t not go your way as your board basically was propped on air, not giving you any control to position yourself. you dropped on the cold water, covering your head as you landed exactly where the impact zone is.
reeling your board in, you tried to catch a decent sized wave, hoping to ride out on the white water to get out of the section faster. your arms were killing you, not cooperating as it just made you slower.
soon enough you once again submerged, a plethora of underwater billow surrounding you. the current tossing you around, making you tumble worse than a gymnastics class make their students do.
when you surfaced, an engine could be heard nearing you, a voice shouting your name as it reached your seemingly lifeless body. the yells were indistinct, your board long forgotten as your back hit the fine sand before you were rolled over to your side, your eyes still closed.
“y/n, you okay?” you heard, slowly gaining back your consciousness, you felt hands soothing your back as you opened your eyes, meeting your favourite blue ones.
jj had his moments, and running to you was his solution to everything. but when he got in a fight with his father, rebuttals about you set his insides on fire as luke degraded him to the point where even he, the guy who shrugs everything off and continues to live his life, questioned if he was even worthy of you.
that’s what lead him to spending his time with kie. as he couldn’t feel any pressure when he’s around her. asking her what he could do to improve about himself to be enough for you and always getting the same response that he already was.
but as he saw you with rafe, that set off the recurrence of his negative thoughts. the smile that you give to mostly everyone suddenly became a special one for the kook, the goodbye wave you did suddenly became a secret message of i miss you, and the words of his dad of him being useless suddenly became true.
it was illogical, as him out of all people should know who you were, being that you’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. but you ending your guys’ relationship worsened the situation.
he came from the garage where the his dad kept his equipments. having to steal keys from a drunk luke wasn’t such a task as he was drunk himself, the confidence sinking in as he approached the steps of the house that didn’t even look like one.
he did the sort of thing every now and then, taking the phantom for a spin was his escape, even though it was usually followed by a few punches when his dad finds out. he learned overtime how to be more furtive about it, knowing when to take the boat and how to use it without his dad finding out.
the surfing invite got to him, pope never leaving anyone out of the group. however, he still refused as he knew you were coming. positive that you cannot last three days without acting like a sane person, he wanted to give you a fun day to be with the others without him ruining it.
but he could just not see you, so he drove to your constant place to surf. the place where you both came to terms with your feelings and the one where you had discussions of how you both will have the chance to surf at Mavericks.
he watched smiling at your figure dancing on your board. the water glistening beneath as if it was worshipping you as you became one with the ocean, letting it control you. but he immediately was in action as he saw you wipe out and get toppled by gigantic swells multiple times. it wasn’t an easy task, as the set made it difficult to reach for you in his first try, having to drive away briefly as the set approached. he pulled your body onto the phantom as he finally had the chance to, his heart breaking at the sight of your once velvet lips now turned blue.
the others were just as worried for you when the blonde reached the shore. jj performing cpr before turning you sideways to let out any saltwater from within as he shouted your name. he felt helpless, but it was soon replaced with relief as your weak eyes made contact with his cerulean ones. the tightness in his chest loosening the grip it had.
you sat up as you looked away and was immediately given water by john b. jj running a hand through his already messy locks “don’t you scare me like that ever again!” frustration masked in his voice.
the others were reassured of your safety already, but they also knew that it was time to leave you two to talk, and with that being said they excused themselves to go wait in the twinkie.
“uh..thank you.” you broke the awkward silence, offering a smile that didn’t last long as you looked at anywhere but him “you’re welcome. are you fine? do you need to go to the hospital?”
you shook your head, walking back to the palm tree where your things are. you put on your dress as the golden cast from the sun complimented your tanned skin. you began to pack up when you heard him speak
“can we talk?” he pleaded, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. your head and lungs were still stinging from almost drowning, and you knew tears were not going to help. but you also knew that if you didn’t talk now then nothing will ever be resolved, so you nodded, sitting on the beach chair john b brought, him sitting on the other one across from you.
“what have we become?” you joked and just as you were expecting he laughed with you while nodding in agreement “i was an asshole— screw that, i still am! i’m an asshole.” he paused and looked down before getting out a regretful laugh “but i’m in love with you. i still am.”
“an asshole that’s in love with me? what a dream.” tears brimmed the corners of your eyes. you reached out, grabbing his chin to make him look at you, “you hurt me,” swallowing the lump that formed in your throat before continuing “you made me feel like i was nothing to you anymore. you were my definitely when i was just a maybe to you.” you breathed deeply “but i hurt you too.” you sniffled
“the ways you tried to take your mind off things, me, was kinda fucked up. you weren’t thinking about me, only yourself...” he tried to cut you off but you raised your hand to let him know you weren’t finished.
“but jj you need to know you’re enough for me.” this time he interrupted “kie told you.” he said in statement rather than a question. you nodded, grabbing hands and held it tight.
“she did. and how dare you think i’m high maintenance and have high standards! you have more skincare products than me!” he laughed and wiped the tear that threatened to fall.
“i just thought you deserved better. seeing you with rafe at the ferry just set it off even though i know you would never cheat on me. you cried when you saw a frog eat a fly! but i could never give you the life he could, or any other guy in this case. i live off of beer and extra grits from the wreck—”
“i love you. i think that’s an enough answer, is it not.” he stoop up for a moment before dropping on his knees to match your height. caressing your rose blush cheeks that got more saturated as he tried to catch your eye.
“can we please try this again?” he queried, his eyes showing the red veins as he tried to stop his tears from falling once more. you smiled, nodding and throwing your arms around him, him almost losing his balance as he caught you.
“i thought you’d never ask.” you placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks and buried your face on the crook of his neck. it was quiet for a few seconds before he muttered
“what about rafe...”
you kissed him. your soft ones brushing against his chapped ones. but you didn’t care, his lips were on yours, at that moment you knew it was definitely him, you weren’t wrong the first time.
“i’ll eat grits for the rest of my life if it means being with you. rafe’s my best friend but you’re the one i want. now shut up and kiss me again.”
your hearts beat faster and faster as your lips collided with his own. he knew this kiss was the seal he needed. you thought it would be only be a short and sweet one, but as you began to pull away his arms were on your figure. one at the back of your neck as he deepened it, the other on your lower back to pull you closer. a gesture that didn’t compare to a surging tide as it made your knees weak.
once he pulled away, he brushed his nose with yours. his eyes stayed close as he was contented in feeling “you sure you’ll be satisfied being with me? because we’re off on a really bad start already and i’m telling you, you ain’t going anywhere.”
“i think that kiss was an answer in itself, love.”
you pulled in an embrace, placing a kiss on your temple as he squeezed you lightly “hell yeah!”
you drove up the roads of the outerbanks, the windows of your old vehicle rolled down as you bathed under the starlit canvas, the breath of the moon sending soothing kisses to your face.
the estate was still well lit, majority of the light in the deck turned on as a shadow appeared from one of the pillars that was blocking it. you ventured forward, confirming your guess as to who it was. once they looked down, you waved and they immediately ran down to meet you.
“y/n!!!” they yelled in excitement as they clung onto you. you giggled as you put your index finger on your lips, mentioning for her to lower her tone as you pulled their hair jokingly “what’s up, sneezy”
“you’ve missed 8 sleepovers. that’s a lot to make up for if you ask me.” she sassed and you just rolled your eyes.
soon enough you were inside the mansion once again. it felt like a void has been filled, feeling like going there was a part of you. not because of how big it is or how you get to experience staying over once in a while compared to your house or the uncomfortable pull out that you loved nonetheless. it was because you felt like the people here, or atleast the ones in your age range, considered you as family.
sarah jumped up from the living room couch as she saw you, rambling about how she missed you and how you miss out on a lot. but she promised to tell you all about it, asking you if you wanted to stay the night. you knew she wasn’t going to let you go anyway so you agreed. promising to catch up after you do what you initially came for.
the high end door was slightly open, a faint light from the inside tainting the dimly lit hallway. you pushed it open eagerly, seeing the boy on his bed finishing a can of soda. his slicked back hair making you laugh as you leaned against the doorframe.
“hey kook! wanna be friends again?”
the end.
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Summary: On a hot day, you decide to take a dip at a local secluded lake. When Arthur comes to join you, the two of you begin to have an interesting conversation before an untimely interruption.
Warnings: Swearing. nudity, and smut. Ya know, the norm.
Word Count: 7411
A/N: This is the first place prize from my 2k followers giveway! As requested by @lindleyjo, she wanted a creative way of how reader interacts with a younger Arthur.
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Heat.
A sweltering, heavy blanket of humidity settled upon the land after a powerful thunderstorm raged through the previous night. Everyone within camp had slept uncomfortably, tossing and turning in a desperate attempt to shake the crushing atmosphere. If you weren’t out in the open, you yourself would have stripped naked just to have a few hours of peaceful slumber.
With the morning sun peeking over the horizon, the camp’s sleepy members arose and began with the morning chores and duties. After getting dressed you wandered out into the open, observing your surroundings. Some of the women were already working on chores, scrubbing shirts or washing dishes from the night before with Susan Grimshaw at the helm. You paused once you saw her, knowing full well she’d put you to work the moment she realized you had nothing better to do.
You turned heel in the wet grass, hurrying toward the opposite side of camp in hopes to look busy. Toward the edge of camp were a few bags of feed strewn about, and a perfect way to keep yourself from Susan’s radar. You bent over to pick one up, nearly buckling as its awkward weight shifted upon you. Still, you’d managed to place it over your shoulder.
Just as you began to step forward, you heard someone call your name.
The feed sack blocked your view, though you recognized that voice instantly. Arthur Morgan. A young and otherwise cocky gang member and a favorite among Dutch and Hosea. Shuffling your feet to face him, he appeared in your view quicker than you’d expected.
“You, uh, need help with that?” he asked with a somewhat sheepish tone.
You smiled at him. He was always offering to help you with heftier tasks, even though you’ve told him multiple times you could handle it quite well. As boisterous as he was, he was always polite with you and the other women of the camp. Sometimes it seemed as if he gave you a little more attention, unless it was just your imagination. “I’ve got it, Arthur,” you assured him, shifting yet again as the feed inside began to weigh down uncomfortably. “Thank you.”
“Thought you’d say that,” he responded with a soft chuckle, bending down to grab another. “Thought I’d offer anyway.”
“I know,” you giggled, walking around the edge of camp to where the horses rested. “Truth is, I’m just avoiding being a wash maid today. Too hot for that.”
“So you opted for heavy liftin’,” Arthur remarked, stepping by you to place his bag upon a hay bale. The horses nickered excitedly at their arrival. “Don’t seem like it’d be any cooler.”
“As long as I look busy, then Susan won’t put me to work.” You pointed out, dumping your feed bag alongside his.
Arthur dusted his hands and snickered. “’S'pose that’s fair.”
You straightened up, catching his eye briefly. The summer sun reflected in his bright blue eyes, layering a golden hue amongst the oceanic orbs. He averted his gaze once it lasted a second too long. “Er, need anything else?”
You opened your mouth, only to be interrupted by someone calling Arthur’s name. It was Dutch Van der Linde himself. The two of you turned toward his gruff voice, noting the gang leader standing by his tent, standing casually with a lit cigar resting between his lips. Hosea stood next to him, looking on expectantly.
Arthur turned to look at you again. “Never mind, duty calls. See you later?”
Giving him a short nod, you bid him goodbye while he stalked off to join the two men. They were too far away for you to listen to their conversation properly, yet you caught wind Dutch had some grand scheme planned that required Arthur’s hand. A bank or stage coach robbery perhaps. You considered volunteering yourself to come along, the thought of big money was enough of an incentive to take your mind off the heat.
“Hey! Can I come along?” a new voice tore through your thoughts. High-pitched and gritty with the transition to manhood. You watched as John Marston came galloping up to the three men.
Dutch gave a hearty chuckle and reached out to ruffle John’s mop of hair. “Sorry son, just us three.”
“You’ll come along for the next one,” Hosea promised as John opened his mouth to protest. “It’s a small job, we don’t need an extra bodyguard.”
Arthur’s lips moved, most likely mumbling to himself. Whatever he said however, John’s face turned indignant. His body tensed like a predator about to spring on its prey. Hosea stepped in between the two immediately.
“Easy now,” he said with amusement, although gave Arthur a stern glare. “Don’t tease him, Arthur.”
Arthur only rolled his eyes and folded his arms. Since John had been brought in by Dutch and Hosea a few years ago, he and Arthur have almost always been at odds. Both headstrong in their own ways, they acted more like brothers; even when Arthur adamantly denied it. John was still young and immature, thus he’d stay in camp more often than not. He huffed and stormed off, grumbling to himself while Arthur just watched with a smirk on his face.
The three of them took their leave shortly after, saddling and mounting their horses before galloping away. You watched as they disappeared from view, sighing and turning to face camp once again. It was tempting to jump onto your own horse and follow; a wishful thought.
“Y/N!” Susan’s sharp voice pierced the air. “Get your butt over here and pick up a dish rag!”
You stifled a groan, knowing you were standing idle for just a little too long from your own volition. Before Susan could come over and ream your ass, you headed over and picked up an unused rag to help the others.
After a good hour of washing dishes and mending holes in jeans, you were free. You straightened up, stretching out your aching back and cracking your stiffened hands. Sweat pooled in uncomfortable places, soaking through awkward parts of your garments. Wiping a layer of sweat from your brow, you needed relief.
Stepping into the shade of the tree line, you breathed out a sigh. Though still humid, being away from direct sunlight certainly helped. Getting away also prevented Grimshaw from finding even more work for you to do. You leaned against a trunk and fanned yourself, wishing nothing more than to dip yourself in some cold water right now.
You paused, remembering there was a lake not too far away. You’d ridden by it a handful of times, saw a fisherman once or twice. Perhaps the heat was enough to drive away any unwanted eyes. With a plan in mind, you headed back to get your horse.
The woods provided some relief to your otherwise overheated state. Thick leaves and multiple branches allowed some cover from the sun. As you trotted along a small path, a slight breeze carried through, rustling the dense green shrubbery and provided a cooling sensation to your exposed skin. The lake wasn’t too far now, and you urged your horse into a lope in impatience. Up ahead, the canopy broke away to reveal a sheet of water gently disturbed by another breeze. Glimmering beautifully under the bright sun, the surface appeared inviting. The hard packed soil and bushes soon turned into a sandy beach. Gently pulling your mare to a halt, you dismounted and stepped onto the softly shifting terrain. Your gaze scanned the circumference of the lake, only stopping to find you were alone.
Perfect.
You tied your steed to a nearby tree before eagerly shedding your clothes. You made a home for them on the rocks to dry out the sweat before you padded toward the shore. Gentle waves lapped up toward you, kissing your toes with a near frosty sensation. One foot in front of another with a slow step, you were soon embraced from the waist up. The dramatic temperature difference was almost shocking at first, fine hairs raising along your skin. It only took a moment for your body to adjust, and you sunk in further. Wrapped in the soothing cold, you reached your arms out and began to swim.
A few minutes passed by of you lazily floating through the calm waters, relaxed and uncaring of the rest of the world. You were perfectly content in that moment, free of gritty chores and the judgmental or curious eyes of others. You could spend the entire day out here, as long as no one else would ruin your peace.
Time soon became lost to you amongst the calm surface, though you couldn’t care less. Being out here was much better than drowning in your own sweat back at camp.
A thought crossed your mind. You wondered if Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea returned from their heist, and if it went successfully. Your curiosity almost had you swimming to shore to find out.
Yet with the sun still high and the sky and the air still stifling, you didn’t want to move. You’d find out later anyway.
Amongst the distant sounds of nature, you caught the shrill whinny of your mare. You immediately turned your attention to her, the horse’s head high and ears pricked forward, facing the forest. She nickered into the trees. Something had caught her attention.
Seconds later, you could hear a responding whinny, further away and still out of sight. Your heart lurched and you ducked low, keeping your eyes an inch above the water to watch. With your gun and knife still on shore, you had no way to defend yourself.
Movement in the trees formed itself into a horse and its rider, stepping from the shady canopy into the open. It were as if the Gods heard your thoughts. The beautiful coat shimmering in the sunlight belonged to Boadicea, and Arthur’s prominent face hidden under the brim of his hat. The two mares nickered to each other in greeting.
Relief flooded through you as you watched Arthur look at your horse, then glance left and right in confusion. You had to make yourself known now, lest he thought you were in trouble or worse. He hadn’t spotted your clothes yet. Despite your nudity, it didn’t bother you to be this way in his presence. With how long you’ve been a part of the gang, you’ve been around him in your undergarments multiple times. You were comfortable enough around him to know he wouldn’t attempt anything crass.
Pulling yourself up to just above chest level, you called out, “Arthur!”
His head shot up to the sound of your voice. “Y/N? Whatchoo doin’ out here?”
“Cooling off,” you responded, swimming closer to him. “What about you?”
The closer you got, you began to realize he was splattered in blood. Though the majority of it painted his vest and pants, you noticed patterns streaking across his exposed forearms, neck, and face. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see, knowing how dangerous this lifestyle was.
This tugged at your mind. Had he gotten injured in any way? “Are you hurt?” you ask.
“Er,” his gaze swept across the shore, and finally landed on the rock which your clothes lay upon. Eyes growing wide, you could see the rosy tint in his cheeks as he looked away. Clearing his throat, he answered, “Blood ain’t mine. Actually, I was gonna come wash up out here, since I can’t exactly go back to town n’ do it… Guess this lake’s already occupied.” He tucked his head down sheepishly.
His answer allowed you to smile in relief. Though you understood his reasoning to come out here, he was one of the few you wouldn’t mind sharing this space with. No reason to force him to go elsewhere. “No it ain’t,” you responded. “There’s plenty of room for the both of us.”
“N-no, you ain’t even decent,” he stammered, biting his lip from underneath the brim of his hat. “I’ll just go –”
“Arthur,” you interjected. “It’s fine, I promise. It’s a big lake, not like we’ll be on top of one another. I don’t care.”
He refused to look at you directly, instead cast his attention across the lake in deep thought. A full moment passed before he sighed and dismounted Boadicea. “Guess I can’t really argue that…” he murmured. “Can you jus’…turn ‘round please?”
You nodded, smiling a little at his modesty. Turning yourself around and swimming further out, you waited until you heard him stepping into the water before facing him again.
He stood in waist deep water, arms held to the front of his body. The somewhat clear water was dark enough for you not to see below his navel. You’d only seen Arthur shirtless a handful of times, and each moment of stolen subtle glances you appreciated more than the last. He was certainly built nicely, his frame decorated with just the right amount of muscle.
“Don’t stare please,” he mumbled.
You abided to his wish, instead swimming a little further out with only your head above the surface. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him beginning to bathe himself, albeit awkwardly. You had to wonder how often he would have a bath girl do the work for him. Or perhaps it was your presence skewing him? Arthur was usually arrogant and carried himself with confidence, without a care in the world of who thought what of him. It was only in the presence of those close to him did he show a different side, and you were no exception.
After a few moments of silence, the questions from earlier arose in your mind. Maybe it would be less awkward for him if you were to initiate some casual conversation. Shifting to cast a glance his way, you called out. “So how’d the job go?”
He avoided your eyes, keeping his fixated on his forearms, running his hands along to remove the stains. The water soon tinged crimson with blood pooling around him. He hesitated for a moment. “Pretty good, actually. We made out with two thousand dollars.”
Two thousand? That certainly was much more than you were expecting to hear. Out of every heist you’ve done, you’d never made it out with more than a couple hundred. “You must be pretty happy with yourself then.”
His eyes flickered to you for a brief second. “Yeah,” he agreed with a slight chuckle. “Was much more too, only had a short time to gather what we could ‘fore the law came down on us.”
“That’s a shame,” you commented. “Sounds like you needed an extra hand after all.” You remembered that little conversation John had with them.
He turned his full attention to you now, however still avoided looking at your face. “John’s too young n’ headstrong for bigger jobs right now.” He said pointedly.
“I meant me. I was gonna volunteer myself until I saw Dutch deny John.”
Arthur blinked in surprise. “Oh, uh…why didn’t ya anyway?”
You shrugged, leaning back a little to stare at the sky. “I figured he’d say no anyway. And I know you three are perfectly capable without an extra hand.”
He hummed softly in response. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “I don’t think he’d say no. I woulda vouched for ya anyway.”
You smiled at his comment, lifting your head to look at him again. “Thanks, but I’m sure John would have been pissed if he heard that.”
He let out a soft chuckle. “Ah, he’s still a kid. He’d get over it.”
“True,” you agreed with a giggle of your own. “Think we would have gotten away with more if I’d come along?”
Arthur gave you a crooked smile. “I think we’d get away with everything they had if you’d come along.”
You couldn’t deny that. Almost every job you’d attended ended in a successful plunder, thus earning praise from everyone in camp. You took pride in your skill even though you didn’t boast it. Dutch and Hosea saw you as one of the most productive members of the gang, of course they would have been happy for you to come along. You reminded yourself to volunteer next time despite what little Johnny Marston thought. “Guess I’ll volunteer next time, since you boys obviously need my help.” You smirked.
Arthur scoffed in response. “Hey now, that was uncalled for.” He laughed, sinking further to almost shoulder height.
You smiled at him, daring to swim a little closer. “It’s true, ya know. Pretty sure any of those other heists wouldn’t have gone as smooth if I hadn’t been there.” You commented jokingly.
“You sayin’ we ain’t as good?” Arthur asked with a quirked eyebrow, although he couldn’t hide the amusement plain on his face.
“I’m saying that some things need a woman’s touch, even robbing.” You teased, grinning widely at him.
He rolled his eyes, stretching his arms out to propel himself slowly through the water. “Think I changed my mind, with talk like that.”
It was your turn to scoff. You knew he was only fooling with you, though while he was distracted, you took a chance to raise your arm up and splash a bit of water in his direction. Splattering across his face and head, he yelped in surprise and flinched away, raising his arms in defense.
“Damnit, Y/N!” he huffed, wiping his face of the droplets. “The hell was that for?”
You chortled in response, swinging your arms behind you to swim further away. “Don’t be angry, you’re already wet!”
Despite a prick of annoyance shadowing his features, the way his lips curled into a smile told you he certainly wasn’t completely irritated. The furrow in his brow relaxed before he spoke, “You better be careful, next time I won’t be so forgivin’.”
You paused to look at him. “Oh, that’s some big talk, Arthur Morgan!” you exclaimed, changing your direction to swim toward him once again. You stopped just a few feet away, the closest you’ve gotten so far. Shooting him a smirk, you continued, “What would the scary outlaw do to me?”
“Somethin’ not nice,” he answered, the smile never leaving his face. “Don’t think you wanna find out.”
Those words posed a challenge. As childish as this was, you weren’t going to deny yourself a little bit of fun for the time being. The two of you were still shoulder height above the water. With his wide frame and thick torso, he could have easily outmatched you on solid ground.
You launched yourself forward, throwing your hands out to slap them onto his shoulders. With a swift kick to propel your body further, it provided you with enough strength to shove him completely beneath the surface. His eyes widened in surprise and terror before his face was engulfed by the somewhat turbid lake. Immediately you yanked your hands away, spinning around as fast as the weight of the water would allow. Paddling quickly away from him, the sound of splashing and spluttering filling your ears. It would only be a matter of time before he caught up to you.
Hurrying toward the shore, his nearly beastly roar soon carried across the lake. He called out your name, and you didn’t dare to look back. He was growing closer, faster than you could reach the shallows. In a few short seconds, he was on you. Thick arms wrapping around your torso and stopping you in your tracks. You squealed out in surprise, automatically wanting to break free of his embrace. Though your struggle proved useless as he was far too strong.
“Arthur!” you cried out, voice shuddering with laughter. “C’mon, lemme go!”
“Ya pushed me, woman,” he growled in your ear. “Think I’d let ya get away with that?”
You still tried to wriggle from his grasp, only further proving it as a fruitless effort. “Was worth a shot!” you said proudly, smiling widely.
Expecting him to serve the same fate, you shut your eyes and waited for the inevitable cold grip of the water to engulf you completely. His hands grazed across your abdomen, halting at the curves of your waistline. He paused there, prompting your curiosity.
“Arthur?”
A mere second passed and the warmth of him disappeared. Waves shifted around you in the absence of him, and you turned in confusion. He had his back facing you.
“Arthur? What’s wrong?” You inquired.
“Weren’t right for me to do that,” he answered quietly. “‘M sorry.”
You frowned in confusion. Just moments ago the two of you were playing like two kids uncaring of the world. “You didn’t scare me if that’s what you meant.”
“No,” he said flatly. “The way I grabbed ya. You’re naked, weren’t proper. Stupid o’ me…”
That hadn’t even crossed your mind. The awareness had flung out the instant you began your tomfoolery, and even now you didn’t even care. “So what?” You scoff. “Nothing happened.”
“Still ain’t right,” he grumbled, moving closer to the shore. “I shouldn’ta –“
“Arthur,” your tone sharp. “We were playing around. I don’t care if I’m clothed or not, it didn’t bother me.”
He mumbled something you couldn’t hear. There was something else on his mind. In shallower waters, more of his torso was visible, streams of water cascading down his strong back, shining beautifully in the sunlight. Your breath nearly caught at the sight, but the minor distraction hadn’t removed your original intention.
“Arthur!” You called out. “Don’t leave yet!”
He froze in place.
“Talk to me, please. What’s really wrong?”
He hadn’t uttered a single word for a full minute. He breathed in again. “Don’t matter, Y/N. Sorry for bein’ handsy with you, I shoulda known better.”
He was lying. You knew him well enough by now. You sighed heavily and stood up completely, allowing your upper torso exposed to the air. Moving a little closer, you said softly, “look at me.”
You half expected him to be stubborn and walk away. Instead, he slowly turned, his eyes fixed away from your figure. Your heart began to hammer wildly in your chest. It hadn’t been too long since your state had been graced by a man’s presence. You were confident enough to not feel shy about yourself.
Especially not around Arthur.
His eyes slowly raked up your body, finally meeting your patient gaze.
Taking another deep breath, you murmured to him, “Talk to me.”
He swallowed audibly. “It ain’t important –”
“Don’t give me that. Tell me what’s wrong please,” you interjected. “Whatever it is, I won’t be mad.”
He appeared conflicted, chewing on his bottom lip in hesitation and tearing his eyes away. “It’s, uh…” he gritted his teeth and swore to himself. “Damn it, Morgan!” He ran his hand through his damp hair in what seemed to be frustration. “It’s you.” He finally uttered.
“Me?” You repeated in confusion. “What’s wrong with me?”
“No, nothin’ ain’t wrong with you, it’s…” he trailed off, becoming more flustered with each passing second. “I…I like you, Y/N.”
Out of everything in the world, it was a confession you hadn’t expected to hear. Blood roared in your ears as your heart did somersaults beneath your ribs. Arthur Morgan, liking you? Words couldn’t formulate in your mind as everything you wanted to say disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. You wanted to say something, anything, a simple response to accommodate for your lack of reaction.
He must’ve taken your silence negatively. A deep frown appeared on his face and his head hung in defeat. As he began to turn away, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. He stopped at an instant, slowly lifting his head to stare into your eyes once again.
His eyes. A beautiful blue-green hue twinkling brilliantly from the sunny reflection of the lake. You observed every feature of his face, from his thick sandy colored hair, down to his chiseled, stubbled jaw. Truly such a stubborn, ruthless beast who would land a bullet between a man’s eyes only to turn around and offer you help, and dance with you on cheerful occasions. Too many days you spent admiring him from afar. Too many nights spent in crowded saloons, picking up some random cowboy to swoon and come back not completely satisfied and wishing someone else would share that hotel bed with you. Too much time wasted attempting to deny your ever growing feelings for this man.
You would never admit it out loud that Arthur Morgan had your heart, long before he even knew it.
Your lips curved into a soft smile. Sliding your hand to capture his, you sensed his hesitation when you entwined his fingers with yours. “I don’t see that as a problem.” You whispered to him.
A slew of emotion flitted through his eyes in a long-lasting moment. His lips parted in attempts to speak, only to hear him release a disjointed breath. “It is,” he said sadly.
“Why?” you pressed.
“Mary.”
Mary. That one name that plagued your dreams for far too long. Arthur had been head over heels for this high society woman who frowned upon his lifestyle. She was polite every time you’d come across her, yet you saw clearly through her façade. How difficult it was to keep your mouth shut every time she peered at you with thinly veiled judgment. “Fuck Mary,” You spat it as if reciting the vilest of curses. He stared at you in surprise. “How long has it been, Arthur? Since she left you?”
“Uh, a few months…” he mumbled.
“A few months,” you repeated. “You hold no obligation over her anymore, Arthur. She’s gone. And I’m here now.”
“I know, I know,” he sighed heavily, dipping his head yet again. “It’s stupid o’ me to even keep thinkin’ ‘bout her. Every time I’ve tried tellin’ ya, I get stuck on her. It’s jus’ hard… I don’t wanna have her on my mind no more.”
The conflict hung heavy in his voice. You couldn’t be angry with him over this; he loved Mary for reasons you could never fathom. She left him to be wed and bound to live the life she dreamed, a decision that wounded Arthur deeper than any gunshot or stab of a knife.
With your free hand, you reached up to caress his jaw, prompting him to look at you. “Then let me help you forget,” you uttered.
He blinked in silence, his eyes never leaving yours. Seconds ticked by as you watched every inner thought of his displayed plain on his face. You were worried he’d refuse, until he gave a small, simple nod.
That was all you needed. Trapping his face gently between your palms, you tilted your head up, pulling yourself closer to lay a tender kiss upon his lips. A brief moment of tension felt soon released when he melted to you, kissing you with equally returned tenderness.
He relaxed completely to your touch. Large hands made their presence upon your hips, so loosely held against your bare skin. You encouraged him by taking one step closer. The heat radiating from his body negated the cool waters surrounding you. He moved to rest his palms upon your lower back, ever so hesitant to further progress. Releasing his face to favor his neck, your arms latched to him to pull your body flush with his.
Arthur’s breath hitched, his grip tightening in reaction. He parted his lips from yours, peering into your eyes. A sweet softness reflected in his, though below the seafoam surface lurked a deeper musing.
“Been wantin’ to do that,” he murmured to you. “Guess I’m too foolish to make myself wait for so long. I’m sorry.”
You shook your head in disagreement. “I don’t think you’re foolish, you’re just too stubborn to realize your own feelings.”
He gave a singular laugh, a short and deep chortle that pulsed against your chest. “I s’pose you’re right, guess I got some catchin’ up to do.”
With a hum of response, you carded your fingers through his hair. “You’ve got all the time in the world with me, Arthur Morgan. And we’re here now, just the two of us.”
A half smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. One hand released your waistline to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips. Wordlessly he drew you in for a second kiss. Moving his hand to the back of your head, his fingers tangled within your locks.
Despite his large frame, he held a certain tenderness unlike any other man you’d been with. A lack of urgency and force to indulge in a lustful night. Every blissful moment here you wanted to last forever, remaining in this lake and far from any civilization.
The kiss soon deepened, easing your tongue to invade him. He allowed you to, following your lead without a moment of hesitation. His arm encircled your waist completely, pinning you to him without excessive strength. Every subtle movement allowed you to appreciate him more and more, handling you like precious cargo rather than a sack of feed.
Fingertips thickened with callouses traced patterns along your back, a touch so feather soft your skin tingled in his wake. Trailing toward your butt beneath the surface, ghosting ever so slightly across the crest. You hadn’t been surprised by this at all. Sensing a small tinge of hesitation, you offered subtle encouragement with your own touch. Smoothing your palm along his muscular shoulder, trailing your fingers down his arm, pausing to gently grip his wrist.
He pulled his head back to look at you, a look of shame crossing his face and his mouth agape in the beginnings of what you assumed was an apology.
You however just smiled, moving his hand to rest against the curve of your butt. You watched as his eyes widened in surprise, sputtering out incomprehensible noise while his face began to show a hue of fuchsia.
Hushing him gently with a finger to his lips, you rubbed his arm soothingly. He was after all still a man, and why deny those thoughts lurking below his otherwise respectful nature? “Touch where you’d like.” You whispered to him.
An audible gulp emanated from his throat, his gaze sweeping over your face as if searching for any notion of disapproval or repulsion. When finding none, he uttered, “You sure?”
Giving a small nod, your other hand rested against his chest, running a single digit across the ridge of his collarbone. “I trust you.”
Reluctance still hinted in his face as he considered your words. His lips twitched as if to say something, though not a single sound came out. You waited quietly to see what his next move would be.
And then you felt it. The beginnings of a light caress as his palm rubbed your smooth skin. Nails scraped along the surface in a small, experimental squeeze. You giggled softly and smiled even wider, running your own hand down the midline of his chest. Admiring him from afar paled in comparison to right now, appreciating every hardened muscle you once only dreamed of holding.
The soft grip on your head disappeared entirely as the rough skin of his other hand moved slowly down your back and rested at the dip of your waist. His eyes flickered downward for a fraction of a second, taking in the plain sight of your naked breasts before looking back to you. Giving him a small nod, he moved from your waist, trailing his fingertips along the front of your torso. Carefully, he fondled one, his eyes never leaving your face. With slow progression his confidence began to grow, and you moaned encouragingly for him to continue. A delicate massage accompanied by his thumb teasing your nipple, he smiled.
“You feel so soft…” he murmured to you.
You hummed in response, thoroughly enjoying this moment. You weren’t sure how far this would go, though his touch was prompting you to explore further. From his chest down to his abdomen, enjoying every swell and plane decorating his frame, you dipped your hand beneath the surface. He tensed once you reached below his navel, although did not offer any notion of backing away. Your eyes met his, unblinking and waiting.
And so you continued further. The heat of his arousal was a stark contrast to the cool liquid surrounding him. Your fingers traced along the soft skin, observing every inch with growing interest. From the tip to the root, your hand turned to rest your palm on his hardened length. Wrapping your entire hand around it you found him to be blessed with girth.
One pump, and another, as smooth as the water would allow. Arthur’s hold on you loosened as a low moan slid from his lips. A simple sign for you to continue, thus you did. Watching his eyelids flutter and his head tilt back, a small smirk tweaked the corner of your mouth. He was soon malleable in your capable hands, his entire figure relaxing for you.
Leaning in to him, you cupped his neck and pressed your lips to his damp skin, leaving light kisses along the junction of his shoulder. His breathing heightened accompanied by a disjointed sound of surprise and pleasure. He spoke your name in a soft, low groan.
“Yes?” you answered him.
“I –” he paused, his hands returning to your body, running his fingers tantalizingly along your curves. “I wanna have you.”
Those words, the sincerity laced within them threw your heart into an erratic rhythm. Surely this was your imagination, your mind baked from being in the heat and sun for far too long. “Really? Here?” you asked quietly.
He nodded. “Like you said, we’re here now,” He replied with what you’d said to him earlier. “Might as well make the most of it, ‘less you don’t want to.”
The mere thought stoked the already smoldering embers within you, curling into a small fire. You bit your lip, weighing your considerations. Your body yearned for him; the pressure deep in your belly too incessant to ignore. Would it be worth it to wait until the two of you found a hotel to stay in, or an abandoned cabin to avoid any unwanted eyes?
However, the lakeside had been quiet for as long as you both had been out here. As unorthodox as it was, the thought of giving to your primal desires within the arms of nature’s embrace seemed invigorating. Staring deep into his awaiting eyes, you finally murmured, “Yes.”
As soon as the word passed your lips, he drew you in for another kiss. Deep and urgent, his tongue hadn’t hesitated to dance with yours. His touch grew fervent, sweeping across every curve and swell your body had to offer. One hand gravitated to your breasts, toying with each and drawing out a few muffled moans from you, while the other snaked further down. Like your own endeavor, he didn’t have trouble finding his target. Warm pads searched your folds briefly until resting upon that little bundle of nerves, creating small circles amongst your sensitive flesh. In turn, the grip you had on his cock hastened. Short and heavy breaths pierced the air as he pulled back, muttering out a swear.
Arthur’s movements soon became erratic, his fingers dancing feverishly against your nub. It didn’t take long for the fire to erupt into a blazing inferno, coiling stronger and tighter with each passing second. You panted out his name, gripping his shoulder for support as pleasure rolled through your body. Eagerly he moved to your entrance, testing it briefly before sinking two digits in. You weren’t sure if you were truly that wet or if the water aided his entry, but the thought quickly swept from your mind the moment he pumped his fingers in and out. You could have melted then and there if he wasn’t supporting you.
Closing your eyes, your mind soon became too addled to focus. The pressure within your core bubbled and threatened to burst. Your head tilted back and moaned your pleasure to the heavens, the fleeting arrival of your climax exploding through every inch of your body. Nails melded into flesh as he coaxed the final waves from you, your lips gasping out his name.
“Arthur…” you groaned, your heart racing. “My God, you know your way with a woman.”
“That surprise you?” he asked with a proud smirk.
Your prickling curiosity as to how far he went with Mary was not something you wanted to delve further into, yet Arthur was a young and handsome man. You’d witnessed him catch the eye of willful saloon women more than once. His handle on you lacked the clumsy and blunt nature of a virgin. “How about you show me further?” you prompted, your hand still resting against his length. Trailing your fingernails along the underside, you watched as his entire body shuddered.
“Mm, gladly…” he growled to you, moving his hands to grip your thighs. Without hesitation you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms following suit to his neck. He seemingly had no issue supporting your weight, wading through the water until your back rested against a warm, gritty surface. He’d placed you on a rock, and soon released you to straighten up, peering at you with a gleam in his eye. “Turn ‘round.”
You listened without hesitation, immediately understanding what he wanted. Sinking partly back into the water, you turned away from him and bent over, swaying your hips at him. A growl of satisfaction rumbled from him, his rough hands taking place on your hips. The heat of his arousal pressed against the divide of your ass, rubbing it along your soft skin.
Soon he honed in for your lower lips, prodding your entrance once before pushing his way in. You gasped; the pressure surprising at first. His girth stood true, expanding your inner walls further than you anticipated. Hips flush with your butt, he pulled back and drove into you, erasing any prior thoughts from your mind. The pressure was soon replaced with pleasure provided by his unrelenting thrusts.
Swearing out loud, your fingers scrambled on the rock to ground yourself. He was not offering any leeway, using you to his advantage. His grip was tight, deep enough to definitely leave bruises. He groaned and growled, whispering how well you were taking him.
Such talk wasn’t foreign to you, yet hearing it from Arthur created a new thrill. You arched your back for him, allowing nature to hear your song. The subtle change of angle brought a greater difference, allowing the tip of his cock to drag along that spot.
You gasped out his name, your eyes rolling as another coil of fire burned with fury within you. It wouldn’t be much longer until he ripped a second climax from you. Still you clung to that rock as if for dear life while he took every inch. His speed and precision were pushing you closer and closer to the edge with each passing second.
“Shit,” he grunted, voice wavering from his movement. His fingers made their presence known between your legs, rubbing you with vigor. “C’mon, girl,” he coaxed in that lovely baritone voice. “Give it to me.”
Oh Lord, how could you not give to him? That last command was all you needed to bend to his whim. Much more explosive than the first, your legs trembled and your back arched even more as it overtook every part of your body. Every being within the immediate area knew his name, you calling it out like a prayer.
With a noise of satisfaction he gripped your hips again, driving himself even faster, milking your orgasm of every last drop. A string of expletives fell from your mouth. “Arthur – fuck!” you huffed, attempting to halt the trembling overtaking your muscles. You stiffened against the rock, your skin catching somewhat uncomfortably though you didn’t care at that moment. Your eyes rolled from the sky to the trees to the shore, though focusing on nothing.
Until something caught your eye. Something along the sandy terrain that wasn’t there before. You blinked, ripping yourself back to clarity. Searching for it again, your gaze landed on it directly. A person standing just yards away, fixated on the two of you. It only took half a second to realize it was John Marston.
Your heart dropped into your stomach. Where the hell did he come from? “Arthur –” you grunted, mustering up as much breath as you could despite him pounding into you. “Arthur, stop!”
He halted immediately. “Wh-what’s wrong?” he breathlessly asked.
“Someone’s watching.” You hissed, your head twitching toward the shore.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his face twist in confusion. He followed your line of sight and the bewilderment was quickly swept away with surprise. “Marston?” he pulled out of you immediately. “What the hell –”
You hid yourself better behind the rock. Turning your head, you looked just in time to see a conniving grin spread across John’s face. He turned and grabbed a pile of clothes – Arthur’s – off the ground. “Payback, Morgan!”
As the teen darted towards the trees, Arthur’s growl of anger sounded over you, followed by the splashing of water. You watched as Arthur stormed toward the shore, attempting to go as fast as he could. “Get back here, damnit!” he roared, finally reaching solid ground. Butt naked and his wet skin shining in the sun, he briefly stopped to yank his boots on before sprinting after John, who had disappeared amongst the shrubs already.
Arthur soon also disappeared into the woods, his shouts soon becoming muffled by the thick canopy above. John’s laughter grew further away. You waited, listening to their voices growing more distant. You pondered whether or not to try and help, but two naked people running through the woods certainly wouldn’t remedy the situation, and getting dressed would just waste time.
John hadn’t touched your clothes, only Arthur’s. Perhaps the young teenager was putting revenge over whatever Arthur said to him earlier. Typical sibling behavior as it were, you thought with a small smirk to yourself.
A few more minutes ticked by while you were wrapped in silence. You hadn’t heard either of them, and wondered how far John got, or if Arthur managed to catch up to him. Your unasked question was answered when the rustling of leaves and branches caught your attention. The sharp crunch of boots snapping twigs soon revealed Arthur, disgruntled and still very nude, though his body was peppered with forest debris.
You had to admit, as good as he looked, the sight of his defeated face and in nothing but his boots was quite amusing.
“What’re you smilin’ at?” He grumbled as he made his way to the water, kicking his boots off with unneeded force.
You started to giggle, standing straight to gesture to him as a whole. “Never thought I’d see Arthur Morgan running after a kid, stark naked!”
The scowl he gave you was heated, though didn’t faze your ever growing laughter. “Yeah well, don’t get used to it.” He huffed, breaking the surface to slide back in.
“Couldn’t catch him huh?” You chuckled.
He sighed heavily. “Lil’ shit got to the road. I had to stop chasin’ him or else give an unwanted show to some passin’ stagecoaches.”
That only prompted a harder laugh. “What, I’m sure someone aboard them would’ve appreciated it!”
With a scoff, Arthur sank further into the water, attempting to wash the debris from his body. “Now I’m stuck here without clothes. How am I gonna get back to camp without people seein’ me like this?”
The mere thought of it brought even more amusement to you. Arthur trying to sneak into camp, probably holding his hat over himself in attempts to cling to a shred of his dignity. No one in camp would let him live that down.
“Well, John didn’t steal my clothes,” you pointed out, gesturing toward the rock where your garments still lay out. “I can run back and grab yours, if you want.”
“Like I got a choice,” he mumbled dejectedly. “Jus’ hurry, will ya?”
“Sure,” you say, making your way to land and stepping out into the hot air once again. “Can’t let anyone see big bad Arthur Morgan stuck out here in his natural state!” you cackled.
#Arthur Morgan x reader#Arthur Morgan#Arthur Morgan x reader smut#young Arthur Morgan#trying something new to add flair to my posts
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Japanese Denim
Summary: You're free to travel with Taika again. Where to go? Think about it. For the past year, Taika has been bingeing anime non-stop, and his closet is full of the Japanese culture. What better place... Japan.
Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader
Warnings: Baecation- fluff, swearing.
Words: 2.1k
A/N: This is for @fineanddandy 's lovely little challenge, and I've always wanted to go to Okinawa so this is an opportunity to do some research for fun and for my amusement.
@olyvoyl @honorarytenenbaum @dandywaititi @mrtommyshelby @whatwememeintheshadows
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"Thank you! And enjoy your stay at the Henn na Hotel!"
"How many times a day do you get served by a fucking dinosaur? Are you kidding me?" Taika was bouncing all the way to your room. His hand gestures only got wider by the second. "And this place is desolate. I'm starting to think the robots killed everyone for fuel."
"This isn't a Y2K situation, dumbass. It's like... the aftermath of that. And if robots actually needed to travel places," you shrugged, rolling your suitcase away from divots in the carpet.
This is where you chose to stay in Nagasaki. They called it the Henn na Hotel, where everything (absolutely everything) was ran by robots. No living staff, except for the maintenance crew. Nothing. They even gave you a little robot companion in your room that was like a moving Alexa with glowing eyes and an eerie, childish voice. It would even sing nursery rhymes if you asked it politely. But as Taika had exclaimed about when he was first booking his stay at the hotel, you had the choice to check in with a robotic raptor at the front desk. Of course, there were perfectly normal human robots, but those didn’t excite him as much.
And what could make this better? It was in the middle of a makeshift Dutch theme park called Huis Ten Bosch with nightly live performances and a walk of lights that would make you think you're on some sort of drug trip.
A lot of this was weird to you. Immediately, as soon as you got off the plane, both you and Taika had to take a safety course with a few other men and women. From earthquakes, to fires, to emergency evacuations. You were thinking your jet lag was going to be the worst part of your trip. You didn't get to go to sleep until you reached your hotel room. Which was hours later.
You woke back up at seven o'clock at night with Taika passed out right beside you. Dusk was just beginning to creep along the horizon. You walked to your window and pulled open the curtains. The sight amazed you. You gathered yourself up, throwing on some clothes, then tossing a pair at your sleeping boyfriend.
Taika woke up, completely disgruntled and still very sleepy. "Babe, what the fuck," he murmured, rubbing his eyes with a palm and clearly not ready to get up yet.
“Just shut up and get your clothes on. We’re going to have fun,” you whispered through the thin air of your hotel room. Begrudgingly, he got up and started to get dressed. Just a pair of shorts, his chucks, and a plain t-shirt. Nothing too eccentric since you did not want to draw in attention. Once he was ready, you were dragging him downstairs. Outside of your building, there was a slew of people walking around. Not too much to suffocate, but enough to know that humanity was thriving outside of your little robot-ran hotel room.
Passed all the people, Taika saw what excited you. It was dark now, and the throngs of lights coating each building you saw, were now on. The virtual reality merry-go-round was up and running, and live performances went on the little stage. People were gathered around every attraction, but Taika went to the performance first.
It was all bright dancing and wild colors. People were in front of the stage, doing the dances too with some kind of glee on their faces. It really was bizarre, since you and Taika seemed to be the only ones without eye masks on.
Taika tried his best to join in with the dancing, but really couldn’t catch on. Unless it was Michael Jackson’s, “Thriller,” or something he made up on the spot, the man cannot dance in sync. But, it was still fun to watch him try, so, you kept encouraging him, even though he was a mess. It was payback for all the times he messed with you. Like stealing your favorite hoodie.
He was ready for more of the tour when he was finished, and what you figured might be your night of taking him around, turned into his. You didn’t mind. He was taking you to the places you wanted to go anyway. Through the forest of lights, down the glowing river, and you enjoyed the night water shows that were also lit up with bright techno colors. As a treat... you even let him have a look at the One Piece ship they have floating in the harbor.
Finishing up your night, you decided to take a stroll on Umbrella street. They were lit up in a lovely blue and pink color. All the stores that lounged on the sides were closing up, and there weren’t many people left lingering around the lights. Eventually, you and Taika were the only ones left. Your arm was wrapped around Taika’s, and all you could stare at was the lights. He had one hand in his pocket, and he let you lean most of your weight on him. It had only been a couple of hours since you started to take a look around, but you were tired again. The jet lag still hadn’t completely wore off, you supposed, and it showed.
“Come on,” Taika murmured into your ear, “Let’s get back to our room.”
It was another fifteen minutes before the park was totally shut down and was no longer accepting guests. You both drowsily made your way up to your hotel room, where your tiny robot friend was waiting for you, asking what time you were going to wake up. It was annoying, but the exhaustion made it easy to ignore. You got back into your pajamas, crawled into bed with Taika, and went to sleep.
The next morning, you were up bright ad early. The little robot friend on your desk still asked what time you were going to wake up. It would take care of itself, hopefully. The park was getting ready to open, by the time you left with Taika on your arm. From Nagasaki’s airport, you took a small plane over to Naha, Okinawa, where you would spend the rest of your day, walking about in your swimsuit, until the sun set.
White sand, beautiful beaches, exquisite sushi, and odd looking statues that you had to ask the locals about. From shrines, to snakes, to boardwalks, it was all here, and you were going to take in all of it.
Instead of staying in a lavish resort for the day, you and Taika just walked, took the monorail, or took a bike cab everywhere. Most of the time you were there, however, you spent on the beach. The crystalline waters called to you from a distance, and it just looked so blue! You couldn’t help yourself.
Taika went searching for shellfish, but he liked to spend time with you in the water. It was about twenty or so minutes in when he splashed a large amount of water at you. You spluttered, since most of it landed in your face. You wiped your eyes and caught him, holding his hands behind his back and carelessly looking around as if he had done nothing wrong. You didn’t buy his act, obviously, and you splashed back at him. To him, you had just declared war, and things were going to get serious.
Waves and waves of water were sent flying through the air, and both of you were drenched in battle. With how much you were moving, you were sure you scared all the fish away from the water.
At the very end, neither of you were sure who won, but you were both happy and tired. You took the opportunity to rest on the beach, laying on your stomach on a towel and enjoying the warm sunlight while it lasted. Taika sat beside you once he was satisfied with his search for shells. You took your time to go through some of his little collection and ended up being thoroughly impressed with his find. You found a few conch shells, but your favorite by far had to be the spider conch that he found. It was small, and could fit in the palm of your hand, but you still enjoyed the shape and color. He let you keep it.
After a long day, you decided to stop in a restaurant to grab something to eat. It was a lovely mom and pop shop that was based on soba noodles and sea food. There was floor seating, or there were tables and chairs. Taika picked fast and it was right to the floor seating. Tatami matts and plush cushions provided a much cozier atmosphere than first suggested. When the time to order food came around, you both had a lot to cover. Playing at the beach worked up an appetite. The people working were more than happy to oblige to your needs and would feed you the best food anyone could make.
With your food came traditional Sake and two tiny teacups of herbal teas. With a table covered in food, and alcohol thrown into the mix, the night would last a very long time. Yet, you still had a plane to catch by the end of it. You stayed as long as possible, ate as much as you could stomach, and drank a lot more Sake than you would like to admit, but hey, you still had an amazing time. Not to mention how much attention Taika was getting from passers by. He could get quite loud, and those who could understand or speak English were drawn to his boisterous aura.
You left the restaurant, fat and happy, as well as Taika. After gathering up your shoes and changing out of your wet clothes, you took a plane to Osaka, then took the train the rest of the way to the small town of Karuizawa. Taika had booked a pension for the night, and it would be capping off your small vacation with him in Japan.
The pension was a small, red roofed building, just outside of the shopping district. Luckily, the lights were still on by the time you made it in. The buzz of the Sake still had quite the grip on you, so you let Taika do most of the talking. It took a minute, since the people running the place had to send out for someone who spoke English, but the waiting wasn’t all that bad. You got the chance to take a look at the beautiful stone garden outside of the window.
Again, the place you were staying wasn’t fancy or as nice as the robotic one you stayed in, but it was still comforting. They gave you a king-sized bed in a big bedroom with circular windows, a living room, large bathroom, and a mini kitchen. The remnants of the complimentary dinner they had served a few hours before you arrived still wafted through the air.
After long showers and setting out clothes for tomorrow (Taika insisted he wear his denim kimono), you both sat in the small living room for some time, trying to make sense of a random game show that played on the television. Taika had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his body still pleasantly warm from his shower and the rose petal soap he used tickled your sense of smell. His hair was still dripping with water, and little beads of it would fall onto his broad shoulders. Your hands were fiddling with the spider shell he had given you earlier, and you just looked on at the television ahead, struggling to stay awake.
“Doing okay?” Taika muttered to you, sounding quite tired himself. You gave him a low hum in response and tucked your nose into his shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Did you have a good time?” He always liked to reassure himself with you, to make sure you were always happy and satisfied with the things he picked out. You gave him another hum, but in a more approving tone than last time. He blew a laugh through his nose and leaned his head back, resting it on the couch and staring at the ceiling for a time.
“Good...” he said again softly, “I’m glad you did...”
#fineanddandy1kchallenge#taika waititi x reader#taika waititi imagine#Taika Waititi#taika waititi imagines#taika waititi/you
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Love Comes Naturally
The second installment of my Neo Classics collection, Love Comes Naturally is set in Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet."
“You've always thought that you could learn to love the husband your parents pick for you, but after sneaking off during a masquerade you realize that with Kun everything just falls into place."
Pairing: Kun x reader, tiny bits of Jungwoo x reader
Genre: fluff, Romeo and Juliet au
Warnings: nothing as far as im aware
Word count: 4.3k
Tonight's soundtrack: Check Yes, Juliet - We the King's, Collar Full - Panic! at the Disco, Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen, Dancing’s Not a Crime - Panic! at the Disco, Mother Tongue - Bring me the Horizon, After Midnight - WayV
A/n: hello! so this may be a romeo and juliet au, but its pretty toned down, theyre not about to die. im pretty happy with how this turned out and i hope you will be too! as always, i appreciate feedback so much, so if you liked it, reblog it! enjoy!
“And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.” - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
You have never really been one for social gatherings, much less the large parties that your family liked to throw whenever they could come up with a half decent excuse to do so. One would think that considering how you’ve been attending them for as long as you could remember, you would grow used to the recurring events that would without fail make you miserable every time. The men constantly doing their best to win your affections, the heavy and often uncomfortable formal wear, the ghastly summer heat that would often settle over the ballroom, the hours of dancing with people you don’t care for.
Of course nothing goes the way it should logically, and as a result you still couldn’t find it in you to enjoy them. Yet you suffered through, as there really wasn’t all that much of a choice involved.
Tonight your parents were hosting a relatively large function in honor of your sister’s birthday. It was to be held outside on the grounds of your residence, and at the direction of your overly giddy sister (who liked to make everything as dramatic and unnecessary as she possibly could), everyone was to be masked.
Each of these things made the night easier for you to tolerate, and so you weren’t quite as opposed as you usually were to attending this time around. Spending the night outside meant there would be no stifling heat or restricted space, which always greatly improved your attitude towards the time you were forced to spend chatting meaninglessly with every person who just so happened to cross your path. The attention would be on your sister for the night, which meant it would be much easier for you to disappear into the crowd or slip off to get away from all of the excitement if necessary. Being the eldest was not ideal, as it was your job to marry off to a nice and wealthy man. Balls and parties were always used by your mother and the several men who wished to become your suitor to try and match you off with one of them. It hadn’t worked yet, as you couldn’t stand most of them. And of course wearing a mask always made everything a little more enjoyable. It would help you to hide yourself a bit better, while simultaneously letting you enjoy the air of beautiful mystery that came with wearing your favorite mask. A deep blue in color with white detailing, it was quite beautiful and there were rarely any others in attendance with the same colors. And just to top off the list of things that make tonight more tolerable, as you stand by the edge of the garden with one of your more clingy suitors hanging off your arm, a flash of a familiar blue mask that matches your own catches your eye. You smile softly to yourself, and think that perhaps tonight would be better than you had thought.
The main garden, where the night’s dancing would take place and where most of the guests would mingle around the edges while not dancing, was while sparsely decorated, beautiful. Torches lined the edges, with lanterns hung here and there to cut through the darkness that was just beginning to settle in with their friendly golden light. Spirits were already high amongst the guests gathered around the garden, the upbeat tempo of the musicians’ song keeping those who had already taken to dancing churning in a chaotic yet perfectly measured rhythm. Dusk was steadily pulling her blanket of night across the sky, and more people arrived every minute, joining the crowds and chatter.
You found yourself to not yet have moved away from the house, arm looped through one of the young men who often found you during nights like this. Jungwoo was polite enough, however he was very clingy and quite obviously completely enamoured with you. You didn’t mind him, though his constant presence could get tiring, but your mother, as it of course would happen, loved him. If it were up to her, you would have already married him, and you really weren’t thrilled with that idea. You weren’t sure if he was actually just incredibly boring or so flustered by your presence that he couldn’t make conversation about much other than “hello”s and “how are you tonight”. Either way, you wouldn’t want to spend your life with someone you can’t even talk to.
You chatted politely with a group of girls in masks that were absolutely gaudy, not particularly paying attention to the interaction. They were mostly just discussing the male population of attendees, and you didn’t miss the nervous look that would cross Jungwoo’s face every time you would add a comment of your own. You weren’t too bothered by it, as you didn’t say much to begin with and could hardly be expected to do anything except respond. You only had eyes for one, and unfortunately for your suitor it wasn’t him.
As the girls continue to giggle amongst themselves, you let your mind and eyes wander, searching for something interesting to look at or perhaps another flash of the other blue mask and its wearer. Jungwoo, who could be surprisingly intuitive for someone who had never picked up on your disinterest, nudges you gently with the elbow tucked around your arm.
“Perhaps we could wander around for a bit?” he suggests, and you had never appreciated him more than in this moment.
“Yes, I think that’s a wonderful idea.” You give him half a smile, and red paints his cheeks as you turn to the girls who had occupied you so far. “It was wonderful talking to you, perhaps I’ll see you again later tonight.”
They chorus their own goodbyes as Jungwoo leads you away, and silence falls between you as you wander. You let your thoughts drift as you scan the faces in the crowds, hoping for something to cure the restlessness that was already settling in even after just this much time spent around people whose presence you didn’t particularly enjoy. Or perhaps something that would distract Jungwoo so you could make your escape.
More of the torches have been lit now, and night has almost fully settled upon the grounds. The air is warm, and the atmosphere of the party is light and cheerful. For some reason you’re not yet quite sure of, you’re enjoying yourself more than usual, not letting the usual downsides bother you. Perhaps you were just beginning to care less. You meander alongside Jungwoo, staring up at the stars twinkling in the perfectly clear sky.
“Jungwoo!” The cry of your suitor’s name jars you out of your stupor as Yuta, an old friend of Jungwoo’s, approaches you from the side. Jungwoo’s face lights up when he sees him, and he lets his arm slip out of yours as he steps forward to clasp Yuta’s hand. At the same moment you finally see the blue mask you've been searching for again. Yuta sends you a wink and you smile gratefully, slipping away into the crowd. He had always picked up on your discontent, and though you had never truly talked to him you considered him a friend, or at the very least someone you thought you might like.
“You remember Y/n, my–” Jungwoo turns, but you’ve somehow managed to disappear in the few seconds he wasn’t looking at you. Yuta drapes his arm across the shoulders of an extremely confused Jungwoo, and pulls him away into the small groups of people scattered about.
“That’s alright, my friend. They were never interested in you anyway.”
“What?”
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Walking away from Jungwoo felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders. If you had been feeling as though the night wasn’t oh-so-horrible earlier, perhaps you were almost enjoying yourself now. Free to pursue whomever you wanted, to blend into the crowd, to not be the eldest―ready to be married off―for just a second. And so, a smile set upon your face, you slip around a couple of boys laughing to themselves and set off into the crowd of people.
You don’t limit yourself to searching for the wearer of the other blue mask, knowing that your paths will cross eventually―they always do. But one eye is kept on the people on your sides at all times. The music floating over the garden, almost drowned out by the laughter and talking, changes to something you can recognize, and you let your hips sway a bit as you dodge through the meandering guests, humming along to the melody.
You wave hello to Yuta as he passes by, a sullen looking Jungwoo not noticing you as you breezily sidle past. You almost feel bad for him, but you had made it obvious from the start that you had never thought of him as a possible husband. And not having Jungwoo hanging off of you at all times when he’s in your presence was most definitely a good thing. You couldn’t stand being constantly attached to someone as he always did.
A hand on your shoulder interrupts your thoughts, and you spin around with a gasp of surprise, a scolding for startling you on your tongue. But the one who startled you wears a blue mask and a happy grin, and anything you feel other than delight dissipates upon seeing his face.
“Kun!” you greet.
“Hello my love,” he responds, dramatically snatching up your hand and pressing an obnoxious kiss to the back. You let out a little giggle and draw him forward to press a kiss to his cheek. As soon as you pull back you replace your lips with the palm of your hand, thumb stroking along the ribbon edge of his mask.
“We match,” you point out.
“Well, would you just look at that,” he takes your hand in his and brushes another feather light kiss across the knuckles. “What a coincidence.”
“Indeed,” you laugh, “a coincidence. A wonderful little coincidence.”
You tuck your arm through his and give him a dazzling smile before beginning to walk around the edges of the garden, pulling him along as you drift amongst the other guests, finally feeling as if you were truly having a good time now that you had found Kun.
As you approached the crowd of pairs twirling and dipping, dancing and laughing, Kun pulls his arm from yours and falls into a bow before you, eyes sparkling with mischief, and offers his hand, palm up.
“May I have this dance, my dear?” he asks, and you pretend to have to think about it for a second before placing your hand in his.
“As there are no others who have offered a dance tonight, I suppose I will have to accept.” The corners of eyes crinkle up into a smile, even though the both of you knew there was no way you would ever decline him.
Kun sets his other hand on your waist and pulls you into the fray, a startled laugh escaping your lips as he seamlessly joins the rhythm of the dance. He had always been a much better dancer than you, and it's obvious as his feet move in time with the beat and he matches the others dancer's movements perfectly. It takes you a moment to find the pattern of motions, and even when you do the way your steps are clumsy and they way they don’t match Kun’s precise steps would be obvious to anyone watching. You barely notice though, too caught up in the moment and the happiness shining in your lover’s eyes.
As Kun spins you around, one hand suspended over your head, you catch your first glance of your mother since the beginning of the festivities. She has a sour look already on her face, as though someone had worn a dress that was just a bit more spectacular than hers. She roves her gaze over the dancers and locks eyes with you―dancing with the son of the family yours has quarrelled with for generations―and her nose wrinkles in obvious disappointment. You have never adhered to the standards of your family the way they wished you did, but this was perhaps your most offensive act of rebellion yet.
“Kun,” he pulls you out of the spin, unoccupied hand landing back on your waist. “Perhaps we could find somewhere a bit more secluded?”
Kun, ever so attuned to your thoughts, notices the slight discomfort that always comes over your face when the two of you are noticed together and without missing a beat or interrupting the dace leads you swiftly to the edge of the makeshift dance floor. “Your mother is staring?”
“My mother is staring,” you confirm, and as soon as you escape the churning dancers, you leave your hands attached and lead him away from the crowd of the party. Having attended many a social gathering you didn’t particularly feel like spending your whole night at, you knew all the best spots where none of the guests would ever think to wander off to.
One such spot was located beyond the path that snaked around the main garden where most of the guests were gathered, and through the break in the walls of shrubbery that separated all of the different sections of the grounds. There was then another layer of bushes to go through, where there was only a small, slightly overgrown path. Each barrier you crossed or path you traveled along brought a little bit more quiet, until the noise of the party had faded to a low hum in the background as you finally came to the much smaller garden you loved more than anything else on the property.
A little open-top gazebo stood in the middle, where you had hidden from your parents and the men they wanted you to marry for years. Barely anyone ever came to this place, you were almost certain it was just you and the groundskeeper. You never saw your sister there, and no other guests ever made their way to the secluded little garden.
"This is it," you say, stopping and taking in the full beauty of the place as Kun’s hand slipped from yours. It wasn’t decorated at all like many of the other gardens your family boasted, full of perfectly shaped hedges and tastefully designed flowerbeds. No, your little garden was simple. There were moonflowers crawling up the terraces that stood next to the bushes that closed it in and up the posts of the gazebo. It was small and square, with a little stone bench being the only other decoration. It was wonderful during the day, but it's true glory was after moonflowers stood proud and open and their namesake was bathing everything in her delicate white light.
"This is beautiful," Kun says, slowly wandering around the gazebo to see all of the flowers, marveling at the way they seemed to glow under the moonlight.
"I know," you sigh happily, reaching behind your head and tugging at the ribbons of your mask, "I've always loved it back here. It's kind of a safe place for me." A comfortable silence falls between you as you set the discarded mask of the bench and continue to drift among the flowers before finally slowing to a halt after making a loop and settling down in the grass. Kun was still standing next to the gazebo, so you turned to look in his direction.
"Come join me, love," you say, laying back in the grass. "Let's watch the stars.” Kun smiles, coming over to you and sitting down. You reach up and undo the strings to his own mask, pulling it off and setting it to the side. He smiles as his whole face is revealed, and you pat eagerly at the grass next to your head, hoping he would get the hint and lay down next to you. He does, and you lace your hand with his, head rolling to the side so you could look at him.
Kun squeezes your hand, fingers tangled with his and carelessly laid between your heads. "The stars may be beautiful, but nothing could compare to you, my love," Kun says, and you burst out laughing, rolling your love filled eyes and pulling your hand out of his just to gently let it fall on his shoulder.
“Oh stop it,” you say half heartedly. Though you always acted like it didn’t amuse you, you loved the way Kun would layer compliments and sweet little sayings on you. It was just one of the many charms of his you’ve fallen completely in love with.
A comfortable silence falls between you, the moon illuminating your features as you stare up into the sky. A beautiful wonder sparkles in your eyes, the same that Kun always saw when you first caught his eyes from a distance. As he stares at you, he wonders if it was him or the stars you were thinking about.
“I’ve never brought someone else here before.” Your voice was quiet, barely disturbing the crisp summer air.
Kun didn’t respond for a moment, but your eyes never left the sky, leaving your guessing as to what he was thinking.
“Really?” he asks suddenly, and you let your head fall to the side again to see the glow of happiness and moonlight on your lover's face.
You nod in affirmation, unsure of what to say. And as it turns out no words were needed. Kun unlaces your hands and quickly turns on his side, free hand coming up to cup your jaw.
“I love you,” he whispers as he dips down to kiss you. The familiar weight of his lips is warm on yours, and you melt into the comfort of the kiss.
“I love you more,” you reply as he pulls back for air, forehead pressed against yours. You lean up to give him a small peck on the mouth before laying down again.
“I really don’t think that’s possible,” Kun says, and the look in his beautiful eyes tells you more than words ever could.
You hum in assent. “I never brought anyone back here because I’ve never had anyone I wanted in my little garden. Sometimes I feel like this garden is the only place I can truly just be me. Just exist as I am…” you trail off, eyes drifting back towards the moon and her entourage of twinkling little pricks of light. “Most everyone in my life wants me to be someone else, someone I can only pretend to be. Mother wants me to find a good husband, my sister just likes that the attention is never on her, and Jungwoo, poor boy, is hopeless lost in what my mother presents to him….you’re the only one who doesn’t want me to play some part or another.” You sigh heavily, and Kun’s fingers find yours once again, giving them a comforting squeeze.
“I’m glad you feel that way, I like you better when it’s just us and you’re not glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one’s watching.”
“I’m not done,” you say, holding your hand up and Kun quiets down, a crooked grin on his face. That was perhaps the best part of your relationship, even when serious feelings were being shared you still felt that beautiful weightlessness in your chest, that want to laugh all your worries away and spin in circles till you fell over from dizziness.
“I’ve always thought that love was something that could be learned, something you could coax yourself into. And I suppose you could, but that’s not love, that’s just living as a player in the grand production of your own life. I always thought that when the time came I could love Jungwoo―or whoever else, I suppose―as my husband, my life partner. He’s nice enough, I always thought, isn’t that enough?” You shift around and nudge one of your shoes off with the toe of the other.
“But I don’t think it is. Not after you. Not after everything I’ve felt. Sure, perhaps there have been little sparks here and there over the course of my short few years in this world that we call life, but nothing like the inferno that roars inside me for you.
“I think that before I forced myself to try and feel something, and it was just that; forced. But with you, I feel like love comes to me naturally. Like it has always been there, I just hadn’t had a reason to unleash it yet. Like water filling up a dried-up creek bed after heavy rains. It courses through my body like the blood in my veins.” You shove the other shoe off and wriggle your toes around, appreciating the freedom.
You finally look over at Kun, and his eyes are transfixed on you. He looks at you with such adoration, one would think you had created his whole world and hung the stars in the sky for him to see by. (And perhaps to him you had, you know he had lit the way for you.) You wonder if he had been looking at you like that the whole time you spoke.
“You’re absolutely wonderful, you know that?”
“Only because you tell me at every chance you get.”
“Well I mean it,” Kun says, “you’re truly such an amazing person. There’s so much going on in your mind, but you hide it all away and you just blow me away every time you pour everything out like that. Emotions are usually such a mess but it's just poetry flowing from the deepest little nooks and crannies of your heart and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.”
“Oh, Kun,” you sigh, “I love you.”
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he professes, and a small, somewhat melancholy smile quirks at your lips. Though you wish you could continue to live in your fantasies, you know that the both of you would have to learn to live without one another.
“Maybe we should just run away together,” you tease, dreamily letting your gaze roam across your lover’s handsome face.
Kun huffed out a little laugh at the notion, laying his head back to look up at the sky and dream a little daydream, just you and him forevermore. As you watch on he seems to mull it over before shooting his head up, and hauling himself up onto his elbows.
“What if we did?”
“What?” you ask, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
“Run away!” There's a wild and delighted look in his eyes, and in that moment you know that for once he’s not teasing.
“Kun...” you say cautiously, trying to keep yourself grounded despite all the sparking little ideas of the freedom you would have shooting around in your brain, “don't you think it's a bit….well, extreme?”
“No,” he says, simply, “you’re not happy here, and when you aren’t happy neither am I.”
“But that would mean completely starting over, love,” you say, though your voice holds none of the reluctance your words do.
“Exactly!” Kun says, eyes sparkling. “Think about it! We wouldn’t have to be a Qian and a Y/l/n―families always at odds―it would just be us. Just Y/n and Kun.” His voice softens as he continues, and you find yourself imagining little snippets of what life would be like if you took this risk. “You’d be free to just be you….”
You lock your gaze on his, thinking about all the possibilities. No arranged marriage, no mother hanging over your shoulder, no role you’re always forced to play. No more having to hide your love for Kun….
“Just imagine―” he continues enthusiastically, but you cut him off.
“Okay.”
Kun stops mid sentence, eyes widening as he looks over at you. “What?”
“Okay,” you repeat, a giant smile beginning to crawl across your face. “Let’s run away.”
“Really?” Kun asks, and you giggle at the bewildered look on his face.
“Yes, really.”
“Wow,” Kun runs a hand through his already somewhat messy hair, making it stick up even more. “I honestly didn’t think I would even get this far. You’ve always been so restrained about us, I thought it might take a while to convince you.”
You tilt your head to the side, slightly taken aback. “Qian Kun, have you been planning this?”
“Maybe,” he says sheepishly, but you just grin even wider, if that was possible, and lean over to ruffle his hair.
“I love you,” you say, sliding your hand down to his cheek and drawing him in for a sweet kiss.
“I love you more,” he laughs before rolling away from the hand set on his cheek and springing up. He grabs your hands and pulls you to your feet as well before latching his arms around your waist and spinning you around in a giddy circle. “Put your shoes on my love, tonight we leave this place.”
You slip your feet back into your shoes, saying, “I should grab a couple of things before we go.”
“Of course,” Kun says, twining his fingers with yours. “If you go in the front I’ll wait for you under your balcony, can’t have anyone seeing you sneak off.”
And with that, he gave you a beautiful smile, all of the love he held shining through. You beamed right back, giddy and riding the rush of leaving everything behind and starting afresh. Perhaps running off into the night was the stupidest decision you had ever made, but you had no qualms about it. You were absolutely, completely in love, and maybe love made you blind to reality. But perhaps in the end a little blind and a lot in love would be enough.
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The more active skeles (Us,Sf Sans and Ut,UF Papyrus) with an s/o who (on some saturdays/sundays) likes to wake up early, make breakfast, grab a picnic blanket and eat breakfast by a nearby beach in the morning?? Its super fun to do cause theres almost no people and its a rather active, but fun way to start the morning!
This is the aesthetic that I strive for but can never achieve because I’m a lazy pain in the butt who doesn’t like to be out of bed before 10am...
US Sans/Blue: The first time you do this, he’s absolutely stunned that he didn’t think of it himself! Of course this is something that he wants to do, why hadn’t you suggested it sooner to him??? The next time that you end up going, he’s going to make it a right and proper breakfast feast that goes with you, and heck, maybe he can drag Stretch out of bed too so that you won’t feel super self-conscious! If he can manage it, he’ll take you out there before the sun rises so you two can watch it float up above the water as you eat, if the beach is on the right part of the horizon that is. Be ready because he will make this a weekly occurrence with you, whether you’re ready for it or not. Each time you two go out to the beach, he’s chattering quietly with you and smiling more than usual as he basks in the beauty that is nature and his wonderful S/O.
“I’M SO GLAD THAT YOU GOT ME STARTED ON THIS AMAZING TRADITION DATEMATE! NOW I CAN ENJOY EVERY SUNRISE ON THESE MORNINGS WITH YOU!”
SF Sans/Black: At first, he honestly thought that you were sneaking out at unholy hours of the morning just to bother him and his brother, but to carry a small basket of goodies each time? He’s going to follow you out one time, not like you know that until he blows his cover. Black wants to do it under the pretense that he’s keeping you safe, but secretly, he really enjoys the beach and is just too stuck up and proud to say anything about it. He’s really into these morning beach trips though, and no matter what he says about it verbally, he really doesn’t want to give it up once he gets started with you. The calm, peaceful moments before everyone gets up and starts moving about on the beach is something he really appreciates, and something that he looks forward to. It’s some of the only quiet he gets in his busy schedule.
“I MUST ADMIT THAT THERE IS A SORT OF SOOTHING ASPECT TO THESE TRIPS. I HOPE THAT WE CAN CONTINUE THESE IN THE NEAR FUTURE, AND I EXPECT ONLY THE BEST!”
UT Papyrus: Well this works out perfectly for him! He loves to take romantic walks on the beach, regardless of when they are, and if it happens to be in the morning time, he’ll gladly integrate this into his workout routine! He’d be more than happy to prep breakfast for the two of you and go jogging with you out to the beach (whether you’re actually jogging or just on his back snoozing) to enjoy the meal together. Creampuff loves to make sure that you enjoy this as well, so when you eat something together he wants to hear about how it tastes good, or at least something positive about it in general. While you two eat, he’s going to try and convince you to be doing some exercising with him after you finish, though whether he succeeds is up to you. Say yes, and there’ll be a fun little beach run where he’s playfully chasing you afterwards, but say no and he’s fine being just a little lazy with you.
“ON MORNINGS LIKE THESE, THERE IS NO NEED FOR ME TO BE WORRIED ABOUT A THING! I CAN HAVE MY USUAL ROUTINE, BUT I ALSO HAVE MY WONDERFUL DATEMATE BY MY SIDE!”
UF Papyrus/Fell: Of all the things you could be doing, you’re spending it out on the beach, just sitting and eating?? The idea at first is very repulsive, that you would simply do nothing for a few hours and just twiddle your thumbs instead of being productive. Fell’s not one for inefficiencies in his life, and you shouldn’t be an exception. However, once you convince him to actually give it a shot and have a morning picnic on the beach with you, his opinion changes. He thought that there would be a whole lot of boredom, but with you around, that changed very very quickly. You end up showing him how much fun, and how relaxing, it can be to just sit on a calm Saturday morning with no one around but the two of you. He’s quick to pick up on the trend, going so far as to plan a few extra things himself, and who knows? There may be something extra sparkly in your breakfast next time you go to that beach (just don’t swallow it, okay?).
“PERHAPS THIS BEACH PICNIC IS NOT SOMETHING THAT IS SO BAD AFTER ALL. I RATHER LIKE THE QUIET ATMOSPHERE, AND IT IS PERFECT FOR ASKING YOU SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT...”
These were a little shorter than usual, but I’m pretty proud of them! Enjoy!
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A tyrus swimming one shot??
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When TJ stepped outside that morning he thought the sky might never have been as blue as it was before. The day was sweltering, sun beating down on the world and creating heat waves that made the pavement ahead all wavy. He was grateful he didn’t have to walk anywhere, but even for the five minutes that he was perched on the porch to wait for the others to pick him up were nearly unbearable.
They head down to the lake in the beat up old pickup truck that Jonah had received for his birthday that year. It always made TJ laugh when he heard it coming, it was so loud and cranky you knew it was on its way before it was even in sight. He had no idea why anyone thought it was a good idea to have such a big truck in Shadyside, but it made him smile. They’d all hop into the back and hope they didn’t get pulled over because on days like this it just made more sense to carpool. Since the group was pretty big Walker would drive too. He’d go pick up Amber, Iris and Gus because as much as they all loved the truck they weren’t completely willing to die by cramming everyone in the back. Reed and Lester would take their bikes down because they could - TJ probably would have too if it weren’t for the excited way Cyrus looked at him when they were making plans.
It was the Fourth of July and the whole group planned to spend the day down by the water. They’d been planning it for a couple of months now, TJ knew for a fact that Cyrus had been stockpiling bags of marshmallows for the campfire, and it was all Buffy had been able to talk about the past few days. He’d been pretty excited himself but work after school and picking up extra credit was pretty exhausting so he hadn’t had much time to think about it. However, when Jonah pulled into the driveway he pushed all stressful thoughts from his mind and decided that today was a day for three things only; sunbathing, swimming, and copious amounts of junk food.
Obviously, they weren’t the only ones with similar plans, because when they arrived at the side of the was packed with cars. Fortunately, they’d anticipated that, and they surpassed the cluttered side of the lake and drove around to the side they knew would be less crowded. Most people wouldn’t bother going where they were because there weren’t toilets, but Reed had valiantly volunteered lifts around to the bathrooms when the girls needed them.
When they all tumbled out of the truck it wasn’t long before the others pulled up behind them. TJ watched in amusement as Marty and Lester both immediately stripped off their shirts and flopped down on the grass. At some point, somebody dug out a set of speakers and filled the air with poppy summer tunes. Cyrus laid out a blanket carefully and patted the spot next to him, indicating for TJ to sit down. He dug out the sunscreen instantly.
“I already put some on before we left,” TJ complained.
“Skin cancer is no joke,” Cyrus said seriously. “Shirt off, please.”
He sighed and made a show of rolling his eyes but did as he was told while the others snickered at them in the background.
“It’s like he’s your mom,” Reed laughed, then laughed harder when TJ flipped him off. He could pretend to be annoyed all he liked, but he had to admit it secretly made him happy to be cared about so much. Cyrus went through the same routine as nearly everyone else except Iris, who was just as prepared as him and lecturing the girls about taking care of themselves and didn’t relax until everyone was suitably protected and armed with a fresh bottle of water.
The afternoon stretched on for what felt like forever. They slipped in and out of the water, chicken fighting and doing handstands in the shallower part, then swimming out to see how far they could get before someone gave in and turned around. It was maybe the most fun he’d ever had in his life. It felt like a summer straight from the movies.
At one point TJ fell asleep only to be woken up half an hour later by Amber armed with glitter and nail polish. He sighed and let her paint his fingernails red, blue and white so he could “get in the spirit of the holiday”, stretching back and listening to Cyrus and Iris passionately discuss Komodo dragons.
When darkness started to fall late in the evening they pulled on extra layers of clothes (though they weren’t needed too much it was still warm) and dug out the blankets. Watching Jonah and Reed argue over how to start a fire, only for Iris to end up doing it instead, was maybe the funniest thing he’d witnessed all week. Cyrus draped an extra blanket around d his and TJ’s shoulders and leaned into his side, allowing TJ to slip an arm around his waist. They stayed like that as they roasted marshmallows. It was inevitable that Jonah would pull out his guitar but when he did TJ groaned teasingly. Marty prodded him until he agreed to play a shaky version of the national anthem, the others singing along as terribly as they could, and then Reed caused a fuss by announcing he’d brought fireworks.
Evidently, that was the moment Cyrus decided it was best to make a break for it. He leaned in and spoke low into TJ’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.
“You wanna go for a walk?”
TJ nodded and stood, holding a hand out to pull Cyrus up. He didn’t let go as they walked away. He could feel Buffy and Andi’s eyes on them as they went, but the rest of the group was distracted by the chaos of the fireworks. It would be at least half an hour before they had them all set up and ready to go, probably under the watchful eye of a concerned Walker. He chuckled to himself. He loved his friends but boy were they idiots sometimes.
He and Cyrus silently weaved their way through the thickening trees slowly, fingers still entwined, listening to the crickets chirp. Around them fireflies faded in and out of visibility, giving the world an almost magical atmosphere. Eventually, they came to another edge of the water. They could see the lake stretching out before them, lights flickering on the other side where other people had set up their own fires and barbecues. There was still a slight glow of light on the horizon from where the sun hadn’t completely finished its descent, but that hasn’t stopped the stars from starting to make an appearance.
“Nice night,” TJ commented inanely. Cyrus had been unusually quiet this evening. It seemed as though he may have been a little lost in his own head. TJ wondered what he was thinking about that had captured his attention so firmly.
Cyrus hummed in agreement, then dropped TJ’s hand abruptly and tugged his shirt over his head.
He stared at him, baffled. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going swimming,” Cyrus said simply, pulling off his shoes next. “You coming?”
“You’re insane,” he replied, shaking his head, but started stripping off himself and followed Cyrus into the water.
It has cooled down significantly since the sun had gone down, but it wasn’t cold enough to make TJ regret all his life choices yet so he took it as a win. The two of them swam lazily out too a deeper part of the lake and then stopped, flipping over to float on their backs. TJ stared up at the stat-dotted sky. In the distance, he could hear the faint sounds of raucous laughter and music playing. The crickets continued to chirp and the waves lapped gently at the shore. The whole night felt so serene. It was so beautiful. He was lucky to be alive.
He startled when he felt something touch his hand, turning his head to find Cyrus watching him with his own hand stretched out. TJ smiled and entwined their fingers once again.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m great,” Cyrus replied, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back. It didn’t sound like he was lying but there was an edge of something that TJ couldn’t identify to his voice. The thought of something troubling Cyrus troubled him, so he decided to distract him from his thoughts.
SPLASH!
Cyrus made an outraged noise, turning himself upright and wiping at his face. He huffed as TJ laughed.
“Trust you to ruin a nice moment,” he said accusingly, before splashing him right back.
It devolved fast from there. They flicked water at one another, wrestling rambunctiously and trying (maybe failing a little) not to choke on half the lake as they went. By the time they’d tired themselves out TJ’s sides were sore from laughter and he was completely out of breath. Around Cyrus, he found that was often the case. Nobody else brought him quite as much joy.
He didn’t realise how close their faces were together until he finished blinking water out from his eyes. They were only inches apart, Cyrus still clutching his shoulders, legs anchored around his waist.
“So I’ve been doing some thinking,” Cyrus said.
“A dangerous pastime.”
He flickered TJ on the ear and laughed. “Shut up.”
“Sorry, sorry. So you’ve been doing some thinking?”
He nodded. “About us.”
“Us?” TJ said in surprised.
The way Cyrus talked was like he was laying out a business proposal. It was almost endearing. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about us. We spend almost every day together, I know you like the back of my own hand and I know you know me just as well, and I realised the other day that with anyone else that would probably bother me because like… personal space, y’know? But with you it doesn’t.”
“So…”
“So I came to the conclusion I’m in love with you.”
For a moment the world stopped. TJ seriously considered the idea that maybe he’d drowned while they were wrestling and this is some weird side effect of the afterlife.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m in love with you,” Cyrus stated clearly.
Huh. There was no way that he could really misinterpret that. He didn’t know how to respond. It felt a little like his body and brain had shut down. All he could do was stare at Cyrus with his mouth gaping open like a fish.
The thing was… he’d been in love with Cyrus since they were fourteen years old. This as a fact he’d come to accept, paired with the obvious fact that Cyrus didn’t feel the same way. Apparently, he’d been wrong about that.
“Can you please say something?” Cyrus asked, a hint of worry to his voice. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just thought I should let you know.”
There they were floating in a lake, the world around them suspended in time, and Cyrus Goodman was in love with TJ Kippen. A brief flash of annoyance hit him, did this mean that he could’ve been kissing Cyrus this entire goddamn time? Then that feeling gave way to one of excitement and realisation.
“Oh my God,” he said. “Oh my God. Of course, I feel the same way. I’ve been in love with you for years.”
“You have?!”
“Yes,” TJ rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure you’re the last to find out.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
Before he could say anything else, Cyrus was pressing their lips together. The kiss was tentative and unnecessarily wet from the lake water but somehow it still managed to be perfect. Above them, fireworks exploded to life filling the sky with thousands of colours. They looked up and laughed. It was the perfect day.
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how would each member react to you confessing your love to them on Valentine's? 💓 by the way, I hope you're well, babe
Shownu :
You had known Hyunwoo for what seemed like forever, and had been in love with him for twice as long.
You had walked on the beach for hours, talking and chasing each other under gloomy grey skies, freezing water tickling your bare feet.
His driver comes to pick you up a few moments after sunset, and your sandy clothes and shoes make a mess in the squeaky clean car.
The regular motion of the car lulls your tired body to sleep, and your head falls on his shoulder.
He’s afraid that his heart might explode with tenderness when he looks down at your sun kissed face and parted pout.
He can feel your chest rising and falling against his arm as you snuggle closer to him, and it takes him all the will in the world to stop himself from pulling you tighter against his chest and peppering your salty skin with feathery kisses.
In your dream, you’re both dressed in all white, running and laughing among the clouds. He holds you in his arms, and you feel safe and secure as he cups your face and leans in to capture your lips in a toe curling kiss.
You fingers subconsciously curl around his forearm and squeeze it, and when he hears you mumble a soft I love you, he has to pinch himself to make sure he’s not the one who’s asleep and dreaming.
He giggles when you mumble his name again and instantly regrets it when he notices that he had shaken you out of your peaceful slumber.
You sleepily rub your eyes and almost die of embarrassment when you realize that you had fallen asleep on him and that your wet hair had left a damp stain on his blue shirt.
“I would’ve never guessed that you talked in your sleep.”
Wonho :
The sweet smell of pop corn and cotton candy clouds the air around you, taking you back to your childhood as you walk with him between colorful souvenir shops and concession stands.
Everything is in bright and happy colors, and you feel light and free, as if all your worries had dissipated in the sweetness of the atmosphere, replaced by the echo of laughter and excited screaming.
You clutch the baby pink plush toy he had won for you tightly in your arms, and you both try to come up with a cute little name for it.
He asks you to call it Wonnie with an angelic smile on his face, completely oblivious to the way he makes your heart flutter.
“I don’t want to call him that,” you say with a pout, “There can only be one special Wonnie in my heart.”
His features soften and he traces your plump bottom lip with his thumb before leaning in, your noses almost touching.
“How special are we talking?”
“The kind that keeps you up at night and fills your stomach with butterflies at the mere mention of a name, the mere memory of a touch.”
He crashes his lips against yours, not giving a damn who saw, and you swear you can feel heaven in his embrace, taste it on his tongue.
He reluctantly pulls aways and you make your way hand in hand to the Ferris wheel, where he kisses you until your lips are sore and swollen, your hair a tangled mess under his fingers, and your heart and soul irrevocably his.
Kihyun :
He sits on the edge of the little wooden desk in his hotel room.
The golden light of the setting sun behind him shimmers on his face through the open window, and the soft evening breeze pushes the thin curtains to shyly caress his back.
He holds the letter you had given him the night he had to leave for tour, feeling its dusty texture between his pale fingers.
You had asked him not to open it before the 14th of the month, and he had kept his promise.
The content of the yellowed envelope both excited and terrified him.
He turns his head towards the newspaper carelessly thrown on the dusty pink velvet seat on his left to check the date, to make sure he wasn’t opening it too soon.
February 14th.
He carefully rips open the little envelope and is instantly hit by the distinct smell of your fragrance.
The memory of your scent and the way your perfume sensually caresses your neck made him ache to touch you, feel your presence.
His heart threatens to jump out of his chest as he reads the love laced words you had written, and he almost feels like crying.
You had signed the letter with a blood red kiss, and he couldn’t help but press his lips against the smudged lipstick.
Minhyuk :
You sit with him among shades of green and yellow, bathing in sunlight and inhaling the intoxicating smell of flowers and freshly cut grass that transports you to a dreamland, somewhere peaceful where nothing but beauty and light existed.
The weather is unexpectedly nice, and it feels like spring already.
He’s perched up on the edge of the wooden bench while your head rests on his knee, the denim of his light blue jeans leaving little indents and patterns on your cheek.
You always feel adventurous when you’re with him, and the boldness he sparks in you is exactly what you need to finally set your heart free and let go of what had been eating at your soul for so long.
“I love you Minnie.” you say, eyes lost in a horizon of chrysanthemums.
He looks down at you, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks.
“I know. You’re not very subtle.”
You lift your head up and look at him, and his smile grows wider, shining brighter than the sun itself, before he softly kisses your nose.
Hyungwon :
You twirl a strand of hair between nervous fingers, your eyes fixed on the plate of pastries neatly lined in front of you on the table.
Hyungwon blows on his coffee, the steam from the hot beverage fogging up the silver glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose.
He looks calm and collected, as usual, but the shaky leg under the table betrays his own nervousness.
You finally gather up the courage to look up at him, and your heartbeat quickens at the sight that meets you.
He looks intimidatingly good, dark and shiny hair caressing his face as he lifts the mug to his frostbitten lips.
“I think I’m falling for you.”
His eyes shoot up, wide and surprised, and yours immediately drop to your lap.
Your cheeks are flushed in embarrassment and you heart sinks in your chest when you hear him chuckle.
He reaches for your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and you almost melt under his touch.
“I’m glad I won’t have to use any of the lines I’ve prepared. They were embarrassing.”
Jooheon :
Honey and a few other mutual friends had dragged you out, claiming that you didn’t have to be in a relationship to celebrate love on Valentine’s day.
That’s how you had found yourself drowning in a sea of sweaty people, dancing and grinding against Jooheon to the deafening music.
The promiscuity and the way the dark shadows dance across his features fuel the fire in your core, your senses becoming primal.
You had dreamed of him on so many nights, oceanic wet dreams that left you aching and breathless in the morning.
Exhausted and tipsy, you both find your way back to the booth where all your friends were and let yourself fall next to him.
You feel dizzy and rest your head on his shoulder, and he looks down at you before teasing you about your flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes even though he’s as wasted as you are.
You playfully punch his arm, and your laugh dies in your throat when you notice how close your faces are,
How easy it would be to just lean in and kiss him, and you do just that.
You wrap your fingers around the side of his neck and feel the wild pulse under the delicate skin.
He pulls away, shocked and undeniably turned on, and insists on taking you home, convincing you that you had had enough to drink.
You both ride a cab to your apartment and he makes you coffee to help you sober up while you sit on your kitchen counter.
“Is this what you do after a few drinks? Kiss boys?”
“Only the ones I’ve fallen for.”
You spend the night in his arms, whispered I love you’s floating in the air around you amidst gentle caresses and passionate love making.
I.M :
You had spent countless nights in the confinement of Changkyun’s studio, loud music bouncing off the walls and deep conversations feeding your mind and soul, but none of them had felt like this one.
A new kind of longing fills your heart, and containing your feelings and the deep yearning that tears your heart apart seems impossible.
You spend most of the night talking about music and lyrics, and he asks you to play him your favorite songs, the ones you hold dear to your heart.
You share with him one of the songs your mom used to play all the time, one that had been engraved in your memory forever.
“Oh you who is more precious than my days, you who is sweeter than my dreams.. Take me to your longing, take me.. Pull me away from the universe.”
He asks you to recite the poem one more time, and you feel his eyes on your lips, drinking in the way they move with every syllable, and you want to scream, hit him, beg him to release you from his venomous hold and unchain you.
He’s dressed in all black, his head resting on his palm and his face illuminated by the silver light of the computer screen on his desk.
Your eyes find his and you get lost in their darkness and their depth.
“Say it.” he whispers, as if he could read you like an open book, as if he could see through your soul.
The three words that had terrified you for so long escape your mouth in a shaky breath, and a deep shiver courses through your whole being when he presses his lips against yours in a chaste kiss.
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Aya - 🌊 at the beach (beach party \o/ )
A party at the beach with friends and family was the best way to spend a hot summer day. There was a relaxed and playful atmosphere that radiated peace and joy.
Of course Sanji had prepared coolers filled with refreshing drinks, fruit, snacks, sandwiches and way too many other food options that told of a ton of preparation. But it had definitely paid off, since nobody had to be thirsty or hungry and there was a BBQ planned for after the sunset (that was also the time when the ale was supposed to flow more freely).
Sanji had ditched his flip-flops a while ago, he wasn’t actually sure where they had ended up, but they definitely were not placed by his bath towel anymore.
He was wearing some blue surfer shorts with big, purple and light blue palm leaf prints on it and his unbuttoned hawaiian shirt was flapping slightly in the light breeze that the late afternoon brought with it. Sunglasses sat perched on top of his head now that the sun was sitting lower on the horizon and burned in that low orange light that was not so harsh on the eyes as the bright mid-day sunrays.
It painted a very beautiful, romantic picture of the pretty ladies in the water (or in Robin’s case in a small, inflatable boat), floating on the gentle waves. It was a rare moment of relative quiet with everyone up to calmer activities after some hours of intense, very chaotic and quite exhausting beach games.
Usopp, Chopper and Brook were playing sand pictionary, drawing images into the sand and guessing what it represented.
A bit further away on the beach, Franky was still full of energy it seemed and would not tire of playing some kind of ball game with Luffy, the rules of which seemed to be changing every second or rather be non-existent to begin with. They looked like they enjoyed it anyways.
On first glance, Zoro appeared to be napping, lying on the sand, eyes closed, hands behind his head, but he seemed to be awake and in conversation with Jinbei who was sitting besides him, observing the beach and the sea like a father looking out for his kids.
Sanji smiled and turned his gaze back to the water, dazzling with the reflected sunlight and the combined beauty of Nami, Robin and Aya.
He stepped closer to the shoreline and then right into the surf, where the water lapped at his feet. Sanji felt himself sink into the sea-sand a bit, felt it get sucked out from under his soles by the tide.
He walked a bit further into the water, just up to his knees, where it was just a bit cooler. The footprints he left were immediately filled with saltwater and sand. Between his toes, Sanji could feel a tiny seashell or maybe it was just a pebble sharpened be the ages.
The ladies were swimming lazily. Robin was elegantly draped over her beach floaty - that Nami kept secured in her hands by rope - and sometimes let her fingertips dance over the water.
They chatted about anything and everything. Sanji could only wonder about the possible topics. It was a sight for sore eyes.
His gaze kept wandering to Aya and no matter how often he saw her in the ocean like this, Sanji could only be amazed by her grace and the fluidity of her motions. There was no wasted movement, she glided through the water like Sanji’s knives cut through meat. Effortless, elegant, ethereal.
It was mesmerizing.
As if feeling his presence, Aya turned to him and Sanji smiled and waved at his sister. It wasn’t as if he had called to her or had made any other effort to get her attention but he felt something like a bit of guilt for taking her out of the moment, or maybe it was just him who had been caught red-handed so to say in his weird trance.
It felt as if the tide was pulling him towards the open sea more strongly now.
Aya looked to the girls and back to him, it seemed as if she was not sure whether to stay with them or come and talk to her brother. Sanji had not intended to lure her back to the shore so he waved her off with a gesture that he hoped translated to “don’t mind me, enjoy yourself”.
But the urge for a good swim had now been awakened in him.
Sanji turned around and walked back to the beach. He shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it on the sandwith his sunglasses. Then he turned around and outright sprinted into the water, diving right under.
The shock of cool water on his sun-warmed skin sent a shudder through his body but the feeling of submergence instantly brought with it that certain kind of freedom that only the ocean could provide.
Sanji’s strong kicks let him cut through the water easily. He spotted a flash of pink and a moment later Aya was meeting him just above the bottom of the ocean.
If he were to look up towards the surface, Sanji would have seen the underside of the floaty and Nami’s legs as she was treading water, but Sanji was only looking at Aya. A big smile formed on his face and let a few air bubbles escape.
Taking her hand, Sanji pulled Aya towards him, he kicked the water and twirled them around in a weird little sea-dance. He might not be able to ever match her elegance underwater but his love for the ocean (as his love for his friends and family) was second to none.
#theoceanslibrarian#✕ the answer lies deep in a barrel of ale [answer]#[beach party!]#[way off-topic]#[not exactly 'meeting' at the beach but I just ran with it]#[gosh I miss writing ;_;]#[thanks for sending!]
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Known: Friends in a Fix
A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction
Featuring: Dean Winchester x Demon!Reader, Dean x Female Vessel OC
Series Masterlist
A/N: With the dates I let you know where the action falls in regards to air dates, I try not to repeat information you already know. Please ask if something doesn’t make sense! xoxo Stu
Not really any warnings this chapter, there will still be show level violence, possession, mental health concerns, and a reminder that it is a Slow Burn. Each Chapter will have its own warnings, because I am generous like that. xoxo Stu
The dark figured loomed in the doorway, an insipid strobe light shone from another room, effectively blinding her as she tried to make out a face or species to her capture. Chloe was pinned down to a wide table, unable to move any of her extremities and the maddening realization that she was going to die like some bitch in a horror movie caused her to taunt the bastard.
“Oh goodie, you’re here—” her voice came out flat, as if she had an accent or something shoved in her mouth. When she looked down at her surroundings, everything shifted. Her hands paled and thinned as she tried to figure out what was happening. Then his voice sent a shiver down her spine, it was familiar yet ominous. Her head snapped up to face him when suddenly she woke up.
The raggedy blanket she kept along the passenger’s seat back wedged beneath her head as a makeshift pillow.
Earth Date: October 8, 2013
Location: A Rest Stop Somewhere between Madison and Milwaukee
She never had nightmares, for a hunter it was a rare quality, one that she had prided herself on. That was until she started to, when exhaustion nor booze could quell the festering dreams that haunted her even in daylight. CC started to question her fortitude, trying to relive the past few weeks and see what would have triggered such elaborate horrors. It was like she had ingested someone’ else’s trauma, the unfinished memories at odds with her own strengths and fears. She quickly grew dismayed over the new, if unfounded, weakness.
CC sat up, rubbing her face with flat swipes of her palms, chasing away the barely two hours of sleep she had managed before the last episode. She stared at the clock on the dash before grumbling to herself and starting the engine. She had turned off her phone the night before after a landline had refused to stop calling and to leave a message with more information than a selfish urgency. There were only a handful of people Chloe Collins would answer after that kind of dramatics, and two of them were dead. She thought about calling Garth, but let the idea float out of her focus as quickly as the wind picked up over the moraines.
It was another day before she remembered to turn her phone back on, having driven mindlessly until she stopped in front of an overgrown gas station and convenience store that looked like it had survived a tornado or some other natural disaster that would have shattered its windows. There was a residue to the place, as if a spirit had led her there to clean up its mess. If there was a spook behind the numbing atmosphere, it remained perpetually silent and out of sight.
“Hey, look, I know things are probably bad out there, but if there is any chance you are near Colorado, call me. Sam’s laid up and, I, I can’t do this myself, not right now. Consider this calling in all my favors. Thanks, Chloe.” Dean Winchester’s voice dropped on her name, it was a plea, not a sign off. He never used her real name. And he rarely asked for help. She turned West before scrolling for his number in her contacts list.
Nothing seemed real anymore.
Location: Nebraska
Despite the bright sunshine and crisp air, Castiel was growing bitter towards his surroundings. He heard Hael’s warnings in his memory as he walked down the quiet two-lane road. Hoping he could do what he had to, in order to stay as far away from every other angel as possible. He had changed clothes, spending his last coins on vending machine nutrients and a bottle of water. The truck driver had been polite enough, dropping him off at the next stop without any agreed upon repayment. And so, he started walking, again, painfully hungry and alone.
The passing vehicles rumbled passed Cas in a blur, his arm held out awkward and listless as he glanced half-heartedly at the few potential rides. Suddenly a rusted pick up screeched along, failing to come to a complete stop as it blew through the shoulder and into the grassy ditch. Castiel instinctively chased after the seemingly out of control vehicle, worry cresting his brow. When he reached the passenger side window, his stomach pitched against its emptiness.
Demon.
The woman appeared frozen, knuckles white against the worn steering wheel. She was shaking either from the impact of the accident or from fighting the entity that was trying to control her. Once he spoke, she spun to face him, her heart shaped face familiar over the parasite’s sinister features.
“I know you—”
“Castiel?” The woman’s voice croaked out of her clenched jaw. The flash of her grey eyes and the charm hanging from her rearview mirror brought pieces of old conversations and images back into focus. Dean mentioning a friend who had made repelling talismans by combining Native American chants with hoodoo ingredients. Her grandfather was a master of petroglyphs, spellwork and runes while her mother had visions from an early age.
“Chloe? Chloe Collins? Did Dean send you?” Castiel’s voice was urgent, but the worry clouded his now human features.
“I tried to stop, but my foot, it’s like it wouldn’t--- am I okay?” She begged for reassurance, not being able to move more than an inch in either direction. Castiel pained for this woman, unaware and at the mercy of her attacker.
“You’re going to be fine,” Castiel walked around the truck, never taking his eyes off of the hunter. When he reached the driver’s side door, the demon took hold. Her head tilted at an unnatural angle, eyes blackened as a horse-like huff flared her nostrils.
“Hello, thief. Long time.” The demon struggled back against her host, Chloe’s voice wavered as she pushed open the door, sending Cas flat on his ass. She leaped from the cab, nearly pouncing on him.
“What’s a-matter?” The demon continued to taunt him, “It seems if the jailbreaker has lost its wings?”
Castiel drew the Angel Blade from inside his stolen hoodie, the fear and humanity rolling towards the demon’s nostrils in intoxicating waves. The weapon got the demon’s attention, she snarled at him as worried voices came out of nowhere. Cas looked back to the road, a family had pulled over to check on the stalled vehicle. The mother’s voice beckoning to the father as he approached the struggling pair.
“Everybody okay over here?” The man’s large hands were gripped in front of his chest as if he was warming them before beginning a task.
Chloe’s eyes returned to normal as she leaned down to pull Castiel back onto his feet. He didn’t say anything but gave the demon/hunter a sidelong glance.
“Yeah, should be, I got caught rubbernecking this one, but he was kind of enough to see that me and my truck are square.” Chloe’s voice had returned, her thick hair drifting in the breeze as she shoved her hands in the front pockets of her jeans.
“You okay, man? You look like you saw a ghost!” The concerned motorist chortled as Castiel thought about what the man meant.
“No, there are no restless spirits here.” Castiel’s confusion broke the man’s revelry.
“Alright, could you do me a favor and wave to the Missus? She wouldn’t believe me unless everyone’s smiling.” As if on cue, Chloe and the bystander turned and waved back at his minivan, his wife beaming with relief as Castiel tried to patch on a smile. As soon as the family was back on the road with another round of enthusiastic waving from Chloe, Castiel redrew his blade.
She froze with the deadly point pressing gently above her kidney, “You kill me, you kill the girl, Castiel. You might be a half-dead has-been, but you wouldn’t do that to the Winchesters. Not when Dean sent her to collect you.”
“What are you doing with her?” Castiel was unmoved by her rationality.
“Nothing you need to worry about, besides,” the demon spun, hard, landing a firm elbow to his temple. “We are too exposed out here, for both our sakes.”
***
Castiel woke in her passenger seat a few hours later, the sun igniting the horizon behind them in a burst of pink and lavender. Chloe smiled at him as she briefly took her eyes off the road. He sat up, hand twitching over his missing weapon.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to hunt you Castiel.” Her voice was soft and genuine, he realized he was talking to the woman and not the demon now. “But, if you don’t believe me, the Angel Blade is under your seat. I didn’t want to accidentally stab you while I dragged your unconscious ass into the cab.”
Cas didn’t bother verifying her explanation, he had grown too distracted by the giant-sized soft drink in the cupholder. “May I?” He asked with an audible swallow over his parched throat.
“Be my guest,” CC hummed a melody after her offer, one in stark contrast to the radio commercial jingle playing. Castiel removed the thin plastic lid and poured the bubbly, icy liquid down his throat. He paused when the frigid temperature burned his chest, just as an obnoxious belch escaped his lips.
“Excuse you,” CC chuckled, handing him a fistful of napkins from the glove compartment, he hadn’t realized he had spilled down his front.
“Why are you helping me?” Cas’s question caught her off guard.
“Obviously, so I can hold you hostage and take advantage of you,” CC didn’t miss a beat, winking at the perplexed grimace on the Angel-man’s face. “I’m a friend of the Winchesters? Dean was freaking out because Sam was laid up, so he asked if I was near Colorado?”
She continued to end each sentence as if it were a question, hoping the connections would be made in his brain. “When did you last talk to Dean?”
“I haven’t, just started driving West. Got pretty lucky to have spotted you, too. You look half-dead. Everything alright?” She was leading him, but he didn’t feel threatened with her concern.
Castiel sighed, “I’m not up to my full power, thank you for your help, Ms. Collins.”
“CC, Cas. It’s, just, CC.”
***
Castiel felt their presence before he heard his name over the radio waves, the Angels were closing in on him. Traveling with a demon, even a somewhat accommodating one, had been too risky after all. They had stopped for gas and a quick meal, but he knew better than to lead his fallen brethren back to CC and whoever was possessing her. Before CC returned from the women’s room, Cas ducked out of the small convenience store and made his way across the highway to a fast food restaurant.
He slowly made his way up the frontage road and stuck his thumb out for a ride in the opposite direction. Twenty minutes later, he was whisked away, hopefully drawing the Angels away from the confusing demon’s scent.
That night he called Dean from a borrowed cellphone at a group home.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Cas, what the hell?!” Dean barked over the line.
“I wanted to contact you because, well, I left CC at a truck stop in Nebraska.”
“Glad to know she got my message, why’d you split? Everything alright?”
“No, the Angels were trailing me, and I didn’t want to endanger her. Dean? How long has she—"
“Yeah, sorry about that, she can be a bit of a pistol sometimes,” Cas could hear the eye roll in Dean’s voice.
“That’s not what I mean, Dean. You do know that—”
“Oh, okay, right. Sorry, man, Sam was talking. Listen, you just get here asap. I’ll call Chloe before she burns half the corn fields looking for your ass.”
“Thanks, Dean.”
“You sure you don’t want us to pick you up?”
“No, Dean, I think I can manage another state or two.” It was Cas��s turn to roll his eyes.
“Well, okay. But, uh, be careful out there, man.” Castiel hung up as his cover name was called out from the reception desk, announcing his bed assignment.
***
Earth Date: October 13, 2013
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Chloe kicked herself for showing up to the care facility on a Sunday afternoon. The residents were exhausted from an outing the day before and the staff was not the most enthusiastic to last minute visitors. An extremely tall blonde female resident frowned at CC as she approached the corner where her mother sat gossiping. With the practiced patience and subtly of her trade, she slid into a seat beside her mother and listened to the perceived drama around her.
One of the night nurses was a kleptomaniac, Doris, her mother’s companion was certain. It was all very mundane with a nostalgic level of neighborhood paranoia, drawing an easy curl to her closed lips. CC sat for ten minutes before the women looked up and realized they had company, her hands folded over her elbows as if holding herself together.
“Hey, Mama,” she leaned forward and patted her mother’s knee. Her mother watched her skeptically, following her hand as it retracted back to her lap as if Chloe’s had personally offended her.
“What’s the matter with you?” Her mother’s tone was blunt, but to be expected. “Your energy is all foggy.”
“It’s nice to see you too,” CC grumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear, her piercings sparkling in the pre-sunset glow that shown through the long windows behind them.
“Please tell me you didn’t bring something with you? I don’t have the means to expel spirits in here.” Her mother huffed, searching the area around their small square of chairs as if a ghost would jump out at the suggestion and attack them all. CC sighed, somethings never changed, mood disorder medicated or not. Her mother had dark eyes and kept her hair in a thick, meticulous plait down her back. Other than that, the women were nearly identical, barely a laugh line or forehead crease deeper on her mother’s smooth features versus her own.
“I’m clean, Ma’am, I know what I’m doing,” CC whispered adamantly now. “Can we talk in private?”
Her mother eyed Doris knowingly, “Like you’re going to rat us out, I swear.”
“Fine.” Chloe leaned back, sighing as the older women shared a look.
“Constance, I’ll be back, I’m going to tell our eavesdropper to mind her own damn business.” Doris and Constance snapped their heads back to land disapproving eyes on the woman that had given CC a very similar look when she first arrived. Soon, Doris was out of earshot.
“Do you hear them?” CC asked, looking at her mother’s shoes.
“Of course, I hear them, girl. They won’t shut the hell up. It’s like they think they’re the only ones to experience a change of address.” Constance Collins groaned, rubbing her temples against the broadcast of celestial communication.
“Yeah, well, moving pains are the least of our worries. It’s like a temper tantrum met turf warfare.” CC explained what she had figured out about the dispelled angels’ situation.
“What are you going to do about it?” Constance watched her daughter, noting the shadows that drooped into her usually full cheeks.
“See how it pans out for now, I guess. Not really something a single hunter can do about all of Heaven.” CC shrugged.
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.” Her mother recited verbatim.
“Thanks, Margaret, didn’t realize I had stepped in to a Soc class.” CC rolled her eyes.
“Don’t shoot the messenger, Chloe Cathleen. If you want to fix this mess; you can. Simple as that.”
“Thanks?”
“Anytime,” her mother smirked at her, until CC’s face pulled up and grinned back. “You in town?”
“Not really,” CC admitted, checking her phone for the time.
“Well, the night meds get distributed soon, better scoot before they added you to the queue, doll-baby.”
CC stood, rubbing her sweaty palms on the front of her fitted jeans. “Take care of yourself, Mama.”
Constance stood leaning up to place her cheek against her daughter’s, and with a short hum came a dark send off. “Don’t be too reckless out there. Come back to me.”
CC closed her eyes, “Of course, Mama.”
They broke apart and left with stuttering smiles on both of their lips.
Earth Date: October 17, 2013
Location: The Bunker
Dean woke to the frustrating buzzing of his phone against his nightstand, without a glance at the caller id he groaned a greeting.
“Go for Winchester.”
“Dean?” She sounded so small.
“Chloe, Christ, where have you been?! I’ve been calling for weeks.” Dean sat up, batting at the covers in order to free his bare legs, tossing them over the side.
“North Carolina, uh, just outside of Whittier.” She wasn’t sounding any better the longer she talked. “Uh, I don’t know how I got here, Dean. I remember looking into a case and then nothing.”
“Are you somewhere safe?” Dean rubbed his eyes, panic flooding his thoughts.
“I’m in a diner, but I don’t know where my truck is or—”
“Okay, well get a room, call me and I’ll give them my card. Got it?”
“Yeah, okay, right, first motel in the phonebook, right?”
“That’s my girl. Okay, sit tight. I’ll be there soon.” Dean waited for her sign off, throwing on pants with one hand to his ear.
“Okay, thanks, Dean.” Dean swallowed, exhaling tightly before ending the call. Everything from hex bags to Angel possession crossed his mind as he drove East in a fury. He could have called another hunter, he should have told Sam where he was going, but he didn’t. He just drove.
My girl. Dean’s words flooded your thoughts as you sat hunched over your malt at the diner counter. Now the waiting began.
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Shadows on the Horizon - 9
Pairing: Winter Soldier! Bucky Barnes x OFC! Layne Hardin | Word Count: 1.8k | Warnings: small descriptions of violence, minor swearing| A/N: This is a sequel to my story Like a Whisper in the Night | Shadows on the Horizon Masterlist
When Bucky opened his eyes after the flash he found himself still standing in the darkness. He looked around himself a bit in confusion, he didn’t understand, he thought they had called a truce, was the Soldier planning on trying to fool everyone that he was better and leave Bucky trapped here in the cold and dark? No, that wouldn’t work, Layne would know something was wrong right away.
There was the sound of iron bars slamming and Bucky whirled around to find himself looking at the Soldier through the bars of a cell. The cell that Bucky had been trapped in for the last 48 hours, watching from the inside as the Soldier once again took control of him. It hadn’t changed since the last time Bucky was stuck inside his own mind years ago, why should it have? It’s not like you can add furniture to your subconscious.
“It is not so nice, here in the dark,” the Soldier spoke, his eyes - harsher and more intense than Bucky’s - roaming the bleak nothingness that surrounded them.
“No, not particularly,” Bucky responded tersely walking up to the bars and wrapping his vibranium hand around the cold metal. It felt solid and real, these were new. When Bucky had been trapped inside of himself at the hands of Hydra it was just endless expanses of darkness. He remembered spending what were probably years running non-stop inside of his own mind, only stopping to watch the terrible missions that Hydra commanded of the Soldier. The fortified cell was new and could only be Shuri’s doing.
“You locked me in here. You tried to forget me,” the Soldier accused and Bucky narrowed his eyes.
“For four years. You’ve been here for four years. I was in here for over seventy while you murdered innocent people.”
“Not all of them,” he responded dryly.
“It still wasn’t our call to make!” Bucky yelled his temper boiling and slammed his fist against the bars. The vibranium against vibranium echoed hollowly throughout the empty space, the blow not even knocking the rust off.
“They made the call if I hadn’t followed you would be dead. We’d both be dead,” the Soldier hadn’t flinched, his voice never wavered and he didn’t show any sort of surprise at Bucky’s outburst. Bucky was the emotional one, the Soldier had to keep all that locked away. All the rebellion, all the anger, all the fear. He couldn’t feel any of that if he wanted to survive.
“It would have been better. We are not worth more than anyone else,” Bucky pressed.
The Soldier locked eyes with him and didn’t say anything. He simply stared into Bucky’s eyes as if trying to convey a greater message, but Bucky was feeling too outraged and self-righteous to care about anything his other half wanted to say.
Finally, the Soldier broke eye contact and actually had the audacity to heave out a sigh. Reaching into the pocket of his tac pants he pulled out a key and stuck it in the slot.
“If you didn’t want to live, you shouldn’t have begged to be saved,” the Soldier said before turning the lock and letting the cell fall away.
~*~
Bucky opened his eyes with a gasp and a pounding migraine. He last remembered the Soldier sitting next to Layne on the couch as she fiddled with her music, it was a situation that was so intimate that it had immediately put Bucky on edge. But now, he was laying on his back on the floor, the plush carpet cushioning his head, and his hair stuck in his mouth.
“James? Are you okay?” Layne’s voice, laced with worry, floated to him and he felt her kneel down beside him and carefully swipe her fingers over his cheeks to pull the hair from his lips.
He flicked his gaze to her and sighed softly in relief, there were dark and heavy bags under her eyes and her face was crumpled in concern, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. He reached up with a shaking hand and caught hers, lacing their fingers together and pressing her skin against his face so he could inhale the soft vanilla and blackberry spray she always spritzed on the inside of her wrists. She was real, this was real.
“Bucky?” she asked nervously, afraid to believe that her boyfriend was finally cognizant.
“Hey doll,” Bucky grumbled, his whole body was heavy and he suddenly felt very tired. He hadn’t technically slept since the mission, constantly fighting against the mental barriers that Shuri had constructed to keep the Soldier in that were now keeping him a prisoner in his own mind. He took another deep breath of her and closed his eyes for a moment.
It came upon him suddenly, the image of a what he could only assume was a Hydra safe house, nestled deep in a clearing of trees that were bigger than any he had ever seen. The boughs of branches were bent and straining under heavy, wet snow. Somehow he knew that if he were to go into the back left bedroom and rip up the sixth-floor board from the west window there would be a go bag filled with weapons and false documents.
He opened his eyes quickly only to be met with not only Layne’s anxious face but also Steve’s and Bruce’s.
“We should call Helen,” Bruce was saying.
“So you just eliminated Shuri’s safeguards without talking to her?” Steve ignored Bruce to go straight to accusing Layne.
Bucky frowned, not liking how his best friend was speaking to his best girl. From the tense atmosphere that crackled between Steve and Layne, he could only assume things between the two have been rocky for quite a bit. He tried to sit up, but his head swam and he immediately had to catch himself on his elbows.
“No. Bucky’s mind kicked me out the minute the Soldier and him and connected,” Layne said, looking at the blond crossly as she hurried to catch Bucky before he collapsed again.
“Dr. Cho really has more advanced knowledge of neuroscience than I do,” Bruce continued.
“Are you sure he’s back to himself? Because if he is I can call the princess in to fix what you wrecked,” Steve asked, already reaching for his phone.
“She unintentionally caused enough problems in his head. If the barriers are down he did it himself,” Layne argued, a red flush rising high on the apples of her cheeks - the first sign that her patience was gone and her temper was the next thing she was about to lose.
“Can we stop talking about me like I’m not here?” Bucky grumbled, raising his vibranium hand to his forehead and sitting himself up.
“Well, you did black out for about five minutes,” Layne lamented nervously and set her hand on Bucky’s shoulder to help hold him up.
“No, it was only a second,” Bucky argued, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.
Steve leaned down and knelt down into Bucky’s field of vision and another zing of pain shot through Bucky’s temples followed by a memory. The Soldier stood in front of the abandoned and burned out facility in Azzano. Something about this area called to him, it stirred something in memories that weren’t his. A tuft of blond hair and warm sea-glass eyes. He stomped into the facility and stopped in front of a ramshackle cell, the cold stone floor cracked and scarred. The Soldier dug his metal fingers into a crack in the cement a pulled, ripping a two-foot hunk of ground away from the earth. Within fifteen minutes he had buried a hidden stash of weapons and documents and a cracked leather bound journal before filling in the hole and covering it with the cement again.
“Bucky?” Steve was calling his name, worry creasing his features. Bucky gave himself a mental shake and tried to push away from the people surrounding him in an attempt to give himself space to breathe.
“I’m fine. It’s all just, coming back at once,” Bucky groaned, scrubbing his hands over his eyes and digging his palms hard into his sockets.
“Your memories are combining,” Layne realized.
Layne shooed at Steve and Bruce, ushering them to move back and give her and Bucky room. Bruce stepped back immediately, his curiosity higher than his concern for Bucky. Bruce knew that Layne was more than capable and this was definitely out of his field of expertise. Steve, on the other hand, moved back much more reluctantly. Layne, still on her knees, situated herself between Bucky’s. She reached forward and gently wrapped her fingers around his wrists, pulling them from his face.
Bucky looked up at Layne, his eyes squinted against the dull light of the room that was too harsh for his migraine. “Can you try the thing?” he begged and Layne nodded furiously.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Layne reassured as her caramel eyes shifted and flared amber with energy. Taking a deep breath she crossed her first two fingers and jabbed him firmly in the middle of the forehead like her brother had shown her. With an exhale she pushed his head back, a ripple of energy shot out from her causing Steve and Bruce to stumble half a step back, but Bucky was asleep before he hit the carpet.
Layne gasped a few times, feeling like she had sprinted five miles with Steve, a cold sweat broke out across her skin and she slicked her hair from her damp forehead before looking up at the men.
“You wanna lug him to bed for me?” Layne asked Steve weakly who was just staring at her incredulously.
“Should I still call Helen?” Bruce asked after a moment of Steve and Layne simply staring each other down.
Steve’s lips were pursed and his shoulders were tenser than Layne had ever seen them. There was a little vein in his forehead that was pulsing slightly that had her slightly concerned, but he after a second longer he simply scooped Bucky up and stomped off in the direction of the bedrooms. Layne sunk back against the couches and swallowed a lump that seemed to be stuck in her throat.
She looked up at Bruce who was still standing there unsure of what to do.
“Yeah, can you get Dr. Cho to the tower, please? And we should probably call the princess just to assuage Steve.”
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Dive Right In
Summary: Virgil never suspected that anything was different about him, his town or his family. However, just like in most stories, that all changes when he meets someone who proves him wrong.
Word Count: 1177
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For as long as he could remember, Virgil had been without a mother. In stories, the characters missing at least one parental figure in their life remembered a glimpse, a sound, or a smell. Virgil on the other hand had nothing. If he could take a guess at which one memory of his eighteen years living had to do with his mother, he’d have to say his father constantly talking about his eyes. Just like Harry Potter, he had inherited his mother's sparking sapphire eyes as well as her habit of staying up late.
“She was so much of a night owl, some nights I was surprised she didn’t take flight into the air,” his father would say anytime Virgil came out of his room with bags under his eyes (so quite often).
Everything else he had gotten from his father; his long, lanky limbs, his brown hair, and especially his love of the ocean. Between the father and son, they had spent a lifetime at sea. His father was a whale biologist and sometimes would spend weeks out at sea, following migrating pods and recording hours of their songs. To the very few people who visited their seaside home, the constant sound of chatting whales was a bit annoying, but to Virgil, it was his white noise. He couldn’t sleep, eat, read, basically live without their singing. Deep, melodic, enchanting… he didn’t know why he needed it, but he did.
Sometimes he would bring some of his father’s old recordings to the shore and sit there for hours as the sun set, headphones on and just listen to the song, watching the sunset on the horizon. Other times, like tonight, he’d bring it out on his little row boat and float in the water, the whale song playing for the whole world to see as he lay there, listening to the gentle lap of waves on the wood and whales singing to each other.
The sun was just beginning to rise, or at least Virgil thought it was, the morning haze was hiding anything outside of the atmosphere from sight. It was a bit chilly but he had wrapped himself in his old black jacket and a thick wool blanket to act as a barrier between him and the chill. The whale song coming through his headphones was keeping him calm enough to not start rowing madly out to parts of the sea that were deeper than he could ever imagine. His father should have been back by last night but he was still out there following the orca pod because of some strange reason. Virgil knew he’d be back but it was an orca pod… He knew they wouldn’t attack him but there was still that irrational thinking that had him out here on this boat.
The whale song stopped momentarily to buzz and notify Virgil that if he didn’t get to shore instantly, he would be late to school. He sighed, turned off the alarm and started to fold up his blanket carefully to store under his seat. As he opened the compartment, something bumped against the bottom of his boat.
“What the hell?” Virgil leaned over the side and glanced around the boat, trying to find the source of contact. But the water was dark and he couldn’t tell if it had just been his imagination or something under the surface. As he began to give up, he thought he saw a flash of something bright blue and red. A part of him wanted to continue investigating what had made his boat rock but the other part told him that the most important matter at hand was getting to school on time. He shook his head, taking his water bottle and chugging over half of its contents.
“I’m going insane…” he muttered and started to row back to shore. Little did Virgil know, just out of the light was two living beings, watching the bottom of the boat go slowly back to shore with curiosity neither had ever felt before.
“Did you see that, Roman?!” the blue-tailed mer said excitedly, looking at his red-tailed friend. “He was in a completely intact boat! I’ve never been close to the shore before! Or been so close to a human! Ooh, that’s so cool!”
“I know!” Roman said, grabbing his friend’s arm and shaking it hard. “I told you, Patton, this human comes out on the water a lot. He was out literally all night so I figured that if there was anytime to show you a human, it would be now.”
“A human… an actual human! In a boat that isn’t wrecked! And with something that can record speech! Ooh, I wish he would have dropped it when I touched the boat! Or if he fell in! That would have been absolutely fintastic useful for my research!”
“Uh, not it would- nevermind. I haven’t really… seen his face before but he’s always playing the random snippets of conversation. I wonder if this human was stupid enough to know that the conversation he was listening to was about someone’s sex life.”
Roman guffawed at the idea of relaxing to something like that, but Patton was deep in thought.
“Humans can’t understand our native language so they hear… whale song or somethin’. If he comes out here and listens to it often… it probably means something to him,” Patton muttered, adjusting the glasses on his nose. “I really want to meet him but-”
“Even I’m not adventurous enough to go up there and say hi, Pat,” Roman said. “Unless he jumps in and grows gills or you go out and sprout legs, we can never, ever interact.”
“Curiosity killed the carp, but satisfaction brought it back,” Patton said with a smirk.
“Come on, Pat. You use that every day!” Roman groaned. “Even my own father knows it’s ‘Cat’ and he doesn’t even know what a cat is!”
“I will say carp until the day I die, Roman,” Patton replied, flicking the end of his tail playfully. “Thank you for showing me him, Roman… I literally can’t say thank you enough, but I sure can try. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank y-”
“It’s fine, Patton. Now, let’s get back to the castle so we can make it seem like we were there all night.”
“That part I’m not too happy with… the lying part of it…”
“Would you rather tell a lie about something that literally holds no purpose to any of us or have Thomas and my father berate us for sneaking out in the middle of the night for that same purpose?” Roman asked, cocking an eyebrow and starting to float in the direction of the castle with a flick of his dark red and white tail. Patton sighed and matched the movement with his own dark blue and black tail. “Okay, okay…”
The two mermen gave a hard flap of their tails, they were shooting through the ocean faster than speeding bullets, the only trace of their mere existence a trail of bubbles and waves cascading to the shore.
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The End of the World Pt.21
Thor, Steve, and the Caller
Pairing: Thor x Reader
Word Count: 4,190
Masterpost
Warnings: Language
A/N: So, something happened while I was writing this chapter. My computer decided to push an update and closed out everything without warning. Which corrupted my file so that I could no longer access it. Needless to say, I sat staring at my computer for a bit, annoyed, and wondering if I wanted to begin again. I did and I think it helped me create a smoother beginning. I hope you all like this one, lots of development between the characters and a bit of insight into a relationship that we I hadn’t explored yet. I hope you like it! xoxo
Flying isn’t as fun as it looks. You’ve seen Thor and Tony take off many times. Though, sheltered in his suit, you’re sure that for Tony maybe it is as fun as it looks. For you, soaring through the sky at speeds and altitudes that you had yet to reach is a pain in the ass.
It’s cold. Someone smarter than you would have known that flying high up in the sky would mean that it would be colder. Silly of you not to think of that. You’ve always been nestled in Thor’s arms, warm and shielded so how were you supposed to know that doing it alone would suck? Apart from the temperature, the flight seems to take a lot of your strength. Your focus is not so much a problem. You’re still so angry that you channel that into your flying and find that a small tilt to the left or right alters your flight easily. But the effort it takes to change directions at this speed is larger than at slower speeds. Your control needs to be more precise.
You just need practice. You’ll get better at it. You’ve been flying for about an hour when you begin to feel strange. You’re still focused but you find it harder to keep your body moving at the speed with which it moves. You stop suddenly, hovering for a second before your body suddenly dips five feet. You scream in surprise. Your stomach bottoms out with the sudden lurch downwards.
“What the hell?” You look around and you’re sure that you’re nowhere near home. This would be a terrible place to stop.
A strange pain hits your stomach and you begin to realize that you might be running out of energy. You haven’t eaten since breakfast and with the sun to your left already dipping down along the horizon, you’re sure your body is expecting dinner. “Damn it.”
You push yourself forward again, focusing as much of your energy into propelling you through the air. Despite this, you still begin to fly at an incline, unintentionally as your body begins to lose its stamina.
“Shit.” Your body begins to fall. As your stomach turns over and then clenches painfully again to remind you you’re hungry, you watch as the world begins to come closer and into fast focus. Below you is a large lake surrounded by green trees. Thanks to your keen, serum enhanced eyes, you can see that there are several docks around the lake that jut out from the shore. A thousand feet up and you try to focus again. You need to land in the water. Landing on the ground from this height would result in injuries that you have no training to deal with. Even with the serum you know that at this distance a fall would hurt. Would it kill you?
Eight hundred feet up and the people around the lake begin to come into focus. There’s a group of teens to the left of the lake, a family having a party straight ahead, and to your right, as you reach three hundred feet, you can see a small girl—a toddler—wrapped in an oversized towel. Her soft brown hair is pulled up high into a palm tree ponytail and the only other thing you can see are her chubby little legs peeking out from the bottom of her towel. She’s bathed in the golden orange light of the sunset and can’t be more than three years old. She stares at you, watching you fall with a gaze so stoic that it puts Steve’s to shame.
A hundred feet and then suddenly, as the water seems to rise to meet you, you crash through the surface of the water. The pain and sudden warm temperatures of the water shocks you. You were freezing up in that sky. Next time, you’ll definitely change into your uniform. For several minutes you simply sink as your body registers the change in gravity and atmosphere. The pain begins to subside only when the ache of your stomach and lungs becomes more demanding. Your mind clears a bit as you struggle to breathe. You swim upwards, weak strokes at first, but as the oxygen levels in your body begin to seriously fall your arms and legs pump faster against the water.
You break the surface, greedily gulping in the air around you and lean back so that you can relax and allow your body to float as your lungs fill. The more oxygen your body consumes the clearer your mind gets. With your senses returning your sense of smell seems to take priority. You smell hot dogs to your right!
You push yourself up so that you can look towards the small girl who still watches you from her dock. Behind her, two men—one with blonde hair and one with black hair wearing a chef’s hat—stand mid embrace, staring out at you as well. Though the girl is unimpressed, the two men watch you with mouths agape.
With your stomach in command you swim towards the trio and watch as the blonde headed man rushes forward to scoop up his little girl. He moves aside as you climb up onto the dock, clutching his daughter close as he watches you with wary eyes. You’re dripping, tired, and so damn hungry. You give the man a smile, a small wave to the girl, and over to the chef you move.
“I’m sorry to bother you and I know the last thing you expected to do today was to feed some chick that just fell from the sky, but can I have one of those? I’m starving.” You stare at the steaming dogs, the sizzle so mouth watering it makes you swallow hard.
The chef holds the tongs out for you to take, his hand shaking slightly. You smile, ecstatic at his generosity, and move to the grill to make yourself a hotdog, ignoring all condiments in favor of getting the food into your stomach as quickly as possible.
“Thank you so much. Seriously. You’re a life saver.” You said one but as you devour the hotdog in three bites you make yourself another one.
The man takes a step back and as you swallow a large bite you shake your head. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“Wh-wh-who are you?” The man asks, his eyes boring into yours.
“Are you an alien?” The blonde man says.
You turn your gaze on him and he sways back as if you lunged at him. “Do I look like an alien?”
Oh, that’s right, the hair.
“No. I’m…human. My name is…uh…Vex.” Which is true. You had been about to tell him your real name but that probably wasn’t a good idea.
“How did you fall from the sky and survive?”
You chew quickly and swallow. You take another bite as you consider how to answer him and then begin to make another hotdog as you decide that the truth is the best policy. “I’m an Avenger.”
The two men exchange a look and they seem to relax a little. The magic word! “I’ve never heard of you.” The chef says.
“I’m kinda new? I’m still learning how to…do things. I was flying home and I sorta fell.” You admit with a straight face. You’re too busy making another hot dog to care how it comes off.
The blonde man smiles nervous, amused by the idea of an Avenger falling from the sky because they don’t know how to fly. Well, at least they no longer seem threatened by you.
“Do you want a burger?” The chef suddenly asks, and he opens a second grill that you hadn’t noticed because you were so invested in the hotdogs.
You swallow hard again, your mouth watering. “Please?”
The next half hour, as the sun fully sets covering the lake in beautiful bright moonlight, is spent being fed by the chef, his husband, and their three-year-old little girl whose name you discover is Diana. The conversation is mostly lighthearted. You find out you’re in Kansas, which you’ve also never visited. However, the conversation doesn’t remain lighthearted. You do spend about ten minutes listening to them talk about how lucky they were when the world ended. Neither of their parents were still alive and they were both only children. They’d lost a friend but otherwise they were largely unaffected by the end.
“You were very lucky, and I’m glad that you three are together.” You can just imagine the number of children now orphaned or the parents left without their children, all because of Thanos. It’s a depressing spot to leave the conversation but since you’re fed, it’s time to go. You rise slowly and the men, August and Tim, rise with you. Tim, the blonde man, carefully cradles Diana who fell asleep halfway through your meal.
“Do you have a long way to go?” August asks. “Want a burger for the road?”
You laugh and shake your head. “No, thank you, I think I’ve eaten my fill. I’m so grateful for your generosity. I won’t forget this.”
“It was our pleasure.” Tim smiles.
You turn to leave but think better and turn back quickly. “It’s probably best that you don’t tell anyone I was here. If anyone asks about me, just tell them I stole some of your food and ran away, okay?”
“Why?” Tim asks, his eyes wide in his confusion.
“There are some people after me and I’d hate for something to happen to you three because of me. Please, promise me that you’ll lie about my being here. Can you do that?” You add, influencing them is not on your agenda today. Though you could just force them to lie.
Tim and August exchange a quick look and nod. “We promise.”
You smile again and nod. “Good. Take care.”
You turn and decide that maybe for a little bit, running might be better. You reach the tree line and as soon as you’re somewhat sheltered you push yourself to full speed. You continue like this for only a few minutes because you’re so curious as to whether being fed and not being fed will affect how far you can fly. Up in the air, the world disappears and you’re able to focus on pushing your limits.
“I’m not saying it’s not good to see you, bud, but you show up here, take Y/N, and then have the audacity to come back without her?” Tony’s voice is hard, upset, his temper close to exploding.
“I did try and bring her back, but she would not let me.” Thor replies. “She flew away after kicking me.”
“Good.” Steve says.
“Tony, you know Y/N, if she wanted to go with Thor none of us were going to be able to stop her.” Bruce interjects.
“He’s right, babe.” Pepper says weakly.
“I understand your anger, Stark, but that is why I came, to assure that she arrived safely.”
“No!” Tony snaps, his snarky tone dropped for a shorter more staccato inflection. “No, you don’t understand. There are people after her. Okay? She’s not safe out there, on her own. If she doesn’t come back, then what? Hm? You go back to Jane and we’re left to pick up the pieces.”
“Danger?” Thor repeats. He’s confused but suddenly very interested and worried. “What people? Why haven’t you told me about this?”
“We had it handled.” Steve replies.
When Tony speaks again, his voice is quiet but intense, like he’s standing close to whomever he’s speaking to. “You brought her here. You brought her into this life and then you passed off that responsibility. Now you have the nerve to show up, take her, and let her leave on her own?”
You don’t want to hear anymore. You move inside finally, clearing the doorway from the balcony into the atrium. The sight is one to behold. Thor stands closest to you, facing everyone else. Tony is indeed standing right beside Thor. Even though Thor is massive and towers over Tony, the look on Tony’s face is severe and threatening. Pepper sits on one of the sofas by the chess set on the coffee table, Bruce stands leaning against the back of that same sofa, and behind Tony and Thor, furthest from you, is Steve. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze glued to the floor in what you recognize as his worried expression when he’s trying to keep everyone from seeing just how worried he is.
“Er, guys?” Bruce is the first one to see you. He stares at you with wary eyes. Pepper sees you next, her eyes filled with relief. Then Tony looks over and his faces seems to relax instantly as he sets eyes on you.
“Son of a bitch.” He mutters somewhat quietly. It’s so still in the room however that everyone hears him. “I thought I said you were grounded?”
In the same moment, Steve races around Tony and Thor until he’s at your side his hands finding your shoulders as he looks you over, the worry on his face finally showing through. “Are you alright?”
“Sorry.” You reply, both to Tony and Steve. “I’m okay. A little tired.”
Tony moves over to Pepper and plants himself beside her. “How did you get here?”
“I flew.” You look away from Steve to Tony who exchanges a look with Bruce in their excitement. Why are they so excited about your flying? It’s funny but also annoying. You don’t like those tests they like putting you through.
“How fast did you go?” Bruce inquires, eagerly.
“Arizona to Kansas in a little over an hour? Another two hours from there to here?” However the hell fast that was.
“Mach 1?” Bruce says as he turns to Tony who seems as pleased as Bruce. “That’s impressive.”
“Do you have any idea how dangerous it was for you to just up and fly away by yourself?” Steve asks you, his hands grip your arms more tightly as his anger seems to seep through.
“I know. I’m sorry, I just…” You needed to get out of that desert. You weren’t thinking. You were reacting. You turn your eyes to Thor finally and the ache in your chest angers you so much, you glare. “Why are you here?”
“Welp, that’s our cue. How about we go have dinner in the den, honey?” Tony helps Pepper to her feet.
“Good idea.” She replies.
“I’ll join you.” Bruce says as he scurries after Pepper and Tony.
Thor looks as relieved as Steve had just a minute ago before he’d switched to being angry. He takes a few steps towards the two of you and you see his eyes land on Steve’s hands around your arms then move back up to your face.
“I only came to ensure your safe arrival. I did not know you could fly.” He says, sounding somewhat impressed.
“Well, I’m here, so you can go.” You’re trying not to be angry and hurt but it’s seeping out and you can’t help it. You don’t want Steve to see it. You shift your focus on him.
“Where were you?” You demand. It’s his turn to look apologetic. He takes back his hands, looks up at Thor quickly, then turns his gaze on you but doesn’t meet your eyes.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stayed away for so long. I had something to take care of.”
You’ve never seen Steve not tell you the truth intentionally. It’s very easy to see the difference between him refusing to tell you the truth and him almost outwardly lying.
“Something so urgent you left me alone in your room in the middle of the night?” You forget for a second that Thor is there as your curiosity takes priority.
Steve doesn’t, and he glances up at Thor. “I think we should talk about this later.” Steve reaches out for you again, but you take a step away from him, hating the way this feels.
“Steve, what’s going on?”
Steve frowns and shakes his head. “Not now.”
This is stupid. You scoff as you look away from him and then look up at Thor who stands trying to blend into the room, avoiding looking at the two of you. You’ve never seen that particular look on his face before and you’re sure he’s feeling uncomfortable. Well, now he knows how it kind of felt to watch him and Jane in the desert. Though you and Steve fighting might not be as jealousy inducing as watching him fuss over Jane. Thor gives you a wide, toothless grin. With another glare you turn and move towards the hallway that leads down to your room.
“Damn it.” Steve mutters.
You freeze, here in the hallway, out of sight, you can still hear him.
“Y/N does not like to be lied to.” Thor says.
“Yeah, I know.” Steve replies.
You know that eavesdropping is wrong but they’re talking about you! The temptation is too great, so you press yourself against the wall by your door, trying to lay as flat as possible so that they cannot see you.
“Is the secret you are keeping from her really so important to keep? It would be better if you were honest with her. She is not a woman to trifle with when she is lied to.”
“I just don’t know how to tell her. It’s complicated.” Steve sighs.
“Complicated how?” Thor asks, curious it sounds like.
“I got a phone call the other night.”
“Yes.” Thor urges him on.
“It was a call from Sharon.”
“Sharon?” Thor asks, unsure of who Steve is talking about.
“She’s a girl I sort of had a thing with. We were never really official. She used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and then she worked for the C.I.A. When I went on the run we lost contact and then when Wakanda happened I was too afraid to find out if she’d survived or not. It turns out she did. She was on a plane when it happened, and the plane went down when the pilot and co-pilot disappeared. She and a few other people survived, and they were only recently picked up. I went to see her. If I tell Y/N that,”
“She will murder you. With her bare hands. Judging from the strength of her kick which I surmise was only part of her strength, she is more than capable of really strangling you. And after what I put her through with Jane, she cannot take another instance of being pushed aside for a former lover. You say that your courtship with this Sharon was never official?”
“No.” Steve assures him. “But I’d be lying if I said that things weren’t still…complicated.”
You shut your eyes, regretting your decision to eavesdrop. You feel them begin to sting and shut them even more tightly. Very gently but in your frustration, you bang the back of your head against the wall, biting down hard on your lower lip to keep from making any noise. Why was this happening to you?
“So, what will you do?” Thor asks Steve. “This was not part of our agreement.”
Agreement?!
“Agreement? Thor, it wasn’t like we signed a contract. You said that your leaving would be best, and I assured you that I would keep her safe.”
“Is breaking her heart not the opposite of keeping her safe?” Thor asks. “Contract or no, you are breaking your word.”
“I’m not going to break her heart.” Steve assures Thor. “I can’t do that to her. Whatever there might be…whatever there was between Sharon and I, I won’t leave her.”
The room is suddenly quiet for several minutes. You wonder if maybe they’ve left.
“I am sorry for taking her to look for Jane. I was unaware of the dangers to her life or I would have never let her leave the compound.”
“I appreciate that. But if I’m honest, we can’t keep her locked up here like some prisoner. She’s going to have to get out there and fight.” Steve sighs.
“You could not stop her even if you were to try.” Thor says with a smile in his voice. “She’s so strong now. She’s changed so much.”
“Only in strength. She’s still as vulnerable as she’s always been.”
“Yes.” Thor says, remembering your fight this afternoon, maybe? “I should go, Jane will be wondering where I am.”
“How’s that going?” Steve asks, genuinely curious.
“Oh, you know, it is what it is.” When Steve doesn’t reply Thor speaks up again. “Things are fine.”
“Good.” Steve replies. “See you around.”
You quickly sneak into your room, shutting the door carefully behind you before moving to sit on your bed with your back to the door and begin to strip off your shoes, socks, and then reach behind you to try and unzip your dress. Your mind is racing with new information. Your heart is aching again, this time because once again, you’re in the way. This time it’s Steve and Sharon? How lame! Their names start with the same letter.
You huff as you find your unreasonable panic ridiculous and funny. You place both of your hands on either side of your lap and lean forward as you try to steady your breathing. You’re not going to cry again. Not today. You’ve shed enough tears today. A knock on your door makes you sit up straight. You swallow the knot in your throat and reach back towards your zipper again.
“Come in.” Your voice is steady, thank goodness.
“You still awake?” Steve asks. He moves in and shuts the door behind him.
“Yeah. I can’t,” You stretch harder, trying to grasp the little clasp on the back of your dress. “Reach.”
“Let me.” Steve climbs onto the bed and moves up behind you, kneeling on your bed, then slowly slides the zipper down to your waist. “There.”
He pushes the dress open a bit, his fingers grazing the skin of your back. You shut your eyes and fight the wave of sadness that threatens to overcome you. Suddenly you feel his lips between your shoulders and you stand up quickly. It’s a sudden reaction, like you’ve been shocked.
“Thanks.” You say and quickly peel the dress off, throwing it into the small hamper by your dresser. You reach for the same grey robe you wore the first night you arrived with Thor and slip it on before turning to look at Steve. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with worried storm blue eyes. “What was the call about, Steve?”
Steve sighs, his expression serious. He knows you’re not going to drop it. “It…” He swallows, and you know he’s warring with himself. Whether being honest with you is worth the pain it might cause you.
Please be honest with me. Please don’t lie to me.
“You remember I told you that I wasn’t sure if Sharon was alive or dead?” He gets to his feet, rubs at his chin and moves to look at a few of the books you’ve been reading on the dresser.
“Yeah?”
“Well, she’s alive. That was her on the phone the other night. And I left…to go meet her. They found her on a small island, stranded with a few other people after their plane crashed. I was her first call.” This was his way of saying that she’d wanted to see him and because he’d left in such a damn hurry, he most definitely wanted to see her too.
“And you wanted to see her?”
Steve looks at you, knowing exactly where your thoughts are. He frowns and moves towards you his hands coming up to grab you by your waist and pull you towards him. “Y/N, there’s something about Sharon that I haven’t told you. There’s a reason she’s important to me.”
“You two were into each other, I get it.” You reply. You don’t pull away from him because right now, after losing Thor, you don’t want to lose Steve too. You’re not going to let this one go without a fight. Not this time. You’re done giving their ex-girlfriends a chance to steal them away. And though his touch makes your heart ache, it also makes your desire to have him be yours more intense. You reach down and run your hands along his forearms and stop only when you’ve reached his biceps. Your fingers caress his muscles gently, relishing in the way they feel underneath your hands.
“It’s more than that. You see Sharon’s last name is Carter.”
“Okay?” You bring your hands up to his chest, resting them there, reminding him of what your touch feels like. You won’t let him forget it. You’ll make him want it more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life.
“And her aunt was Margaret Carter,” Steve continues.
“Right?” You reply, your voice quiet and close to a whisper.
“Who we both know as Peggy Carter.”
Your hands freeze, and you let that sink in for a minute, eyes glued on Steve’s. “Oh.”
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At the Beach with BTS - Moodboards and Scenarios
{{i’m sorry that these are messy but it was so hard trying to paint the picture without the board looking too busy and iM SORRY. It’s less “oo aesthetics” and more that these are to give you pics for your mind. But I hope you’re still into this💖}}
Seokjin
“Are you happy?”
You smile gently at Seokjin words, twining your fingers with his as you both sit on the riverbank. More than a dozen stripped box turtles, all in various sizes and ages, paddle cutely at the edge, waiting for more pieces of carrots to be throw from their generous new friends. “I am so happy Seokjin.”
Seokjin’s smile gleams in the light of the sunset, and he leans to kiss you on your temple. He’d wanted to go to the beach with you for a long time, and now you finally had the time. Seokjin rented a house situated strategically between the secluded shoreline and the marsh. What had drawn him to this beach was the privacy, yes, but it was also the beautiful variation of landscapes and an abundant amount of wildlife. In the morning you watched wild horses play on the beach from your balcony, naming each one and giving them elaborate back stories, narrating their interactions. Seokjin was startled by how close they came to the house and how at peace they seemed living side by side with humans.
Almost every afternoon was spent under the umbrella on the sand with packed lunches; idly fishing for minnows before letting them free again as you watch the vibrant sunset over the horizon, and nights spent counting endless stars.
“Listen I’m telling you, THAT one is the big dipper,” you stress.
“No, it’s not because that star should be over there if it’s the big dipper!”
“...Jin you can’t just move stars around to prove yourself right.”
Several days the two of you went to local shops, exploring all the beautiful and wacky things you could find. He was especially drawn to a hobby shop that had all kinds of intricately made sculptures from shells and driftwood. Seokjin commented that he liked he couldn’t find any two alike, and in that same way he could never find someone exactly like you who he loved so much. A slap is quickly delivered to his arm at his gushy words, making him laugh, but getting a kiss from you in the end.
Yoongi
“Yoongi you do realize coming to the beach in the winter kind of defeats the purpose of coming to the beach,” you sigh, looking out the sliding glass doors of your hotel room overlooking the ocean shore. He’s already outstretched on the giant king-sized bed, humming in satisfaction when you come and kick his leg.
“Ow sheesh,” he exclaims, eyes meeting your crestfallen face. “Okay well, I did in fact plan this very carefully and invested many hours to make things perfect.”
He rolls over and leans down to his bag, pulling out some pieces of paper and holding them in front of his gummy grin. You have to squint, but the bright letters of a pamphlet for a well know indoor water park is undeniable.
“NO WAY,” you gasp, snatching them out of his hands and rifling through the packet. “Are you serious?”
He nods.
“Really really? As in you’re actually gonna play with me and not be a lazy potato chip?”
“I am! I promise,” he laughs. “Why do you think I spent so much time picking stuff out for us to do? Don’t you see the view,” he gestures dramatically at the balcony. You can’t help but laugh and pull his cheeks in for a kiss, making him look very pleased.
Yes it was true you’d agreed to go to the beach with Yoongi during the dead of winter, but the surprise and lively atmosphere you found was exactly what the two of you needed. The hotel was connected to the water park by an indoor bridge, and surprisingly, Yoongi cared the giant inflatable unicorn proudly each day, bopping you in the head with it constantly. After swimming and playing, and him throwing you down one to many insane waterslides, you crash in the hotel room with warm comfort, room service, and movies.
Yoongi kisses your forehead and smiled as you lay in his arms. “So should we do the same thing tomorrow or should we go see some of the other things around here?”
Hoseok
When you were looking for a place to rent at a nearby beach online, Hoseok was immediately drawn to the strip of brightly colored buildings on the boardwalk. “Let’s go there! That’s so pretty! And there’ll be lots of places to go.” And so you did, spending loads of time in different shops, buying way too many souvenirs, and an equal time relaxing on the beach.
It was probably a bad idea to suggest a sandcastle building competition because 3 hours later you realized you’d both spent the whole day building a mini-utopia; giving up the competition after signing a treaty to no more sand thrown and opting instead to build your own joined kingdoms. Hoseok desperately tried to save one crumbling wall as the tide came in, but sank to his knees in defeat, promptly having a wave crash over his head from behind as if to add insult to injury. He comes crying to you as you laugh at his dripping wet, salty face, but is sure to trap you in a hug to get you wet as well.
“Baby how about we just shower and order takeout,” he suggests when you arrive at the condo, panting after climbing the 3 flights of stairs.
“How can you be tired from that, you literally can dance nonstop for way longer,” you huff, throwing a towel in his face.
After taking a soothing shower together, the two of you crash on the bed with your take out and TV, while finding all the little red areas you missed with sunscreen where each of you were now burned. “See I told you-you should have put some behind your ears,” he scolds and you simply cover his face with your hands.
“Shh, shh, shh, don’ worry ‘bout it.”
Namjoon
It was the best surprise you’ve ever gotten in your life. When you told Namjoon you were staying at the beach with your family, expressing that you wished he could be there to experience it with you, he decided to do just that. After secret communications with your family, seemingly out of the blue he shows up at your door and you almost knock him over completely in your enthusiastic hug. You introduce him formally to your family, and they immediately like him, if only by the way you glowed around him. They realize quickly he must be an incredible person and one who was absolutely good for you.
Being able to share this important time with him was everything; watching him grow comfortable with everyone, and hiding in embarrassment at all the stories they spilled from your childhood; everything felt so at home about him. The next day you were dragging him out of bed much too early to spend it all with him on the beach. Needless to say he was terrified when you warned him about not swimming in the ocean because of sharks, but he excitedly dug for sand-fiddlers and mole crabs, putting them in a bucket and examining them before letting them free again. That very evening, you two were lucky enough to watch sea turtles hatch, lining up with the other people watching, and giving them a protected path to the ocean as Namjoon squeals in delight.
Every night was filled with good meals and laughter, playing in the heated pool under the stars, and cuddling up in bed sharing stories, relishing that you had him there in the flesh. He pushes your hair behind your ear as he cradles you in his arms. “I wish I could stay here with you forever.”
“Me too Namjoon,” you say with a sad smile, trying not to even think of this time together ending.
“But we will soon.”
Jimin
It wasn’t Jimin’s most favorite idea when you told him you had booked a shared home at the beach; he didn’t know if he felt comfortable staying with strangers. It was an older couple who, after their children grew up and left, opened up a section of their house for travelers so they could share this place with people from all around the world. Jimin agrees though, and in only a few hours of being there, he was so glad that he did.
When you arrive at the bungalow nestled in the seaside forest, the couple takes you on a tour around the house, and more importantly, outside on one of the many trails. After getting over that initial little bit of awkwardness, you and Jimin didn’t turn down a single activity they suggested, for all of them were so perfectly new and exciting. You slowly watched Jimin come out of his shell, bouncing around like the happy, adventurous boy you loved. His favorite part was kayaking through the marsh and inlet, canopied by tall, vibrant trees, and hundreds of different species of birds chattering amongst the reeds.
“Woah look at that one,” Jimin yells in a hushed voice, pointing at a bright white, gangly crane fishing at the bank. “Did you see how it just snapped it’s beak in there and grabbed the fish? It was so fast, like whoosh! I could probably do that.”
“... Jimin what are you even saying?”
“It’s because you don’t believe in me, that's why I can’t grab a fish out of the water with my bare hand.”
You have to stop your eyes from rolling all the way back into your head as he giggles. When you return to the house, you’re all gathered around a fire pit in the backyard to eat dinner, eagerly telling the couple all about where you were from. You fall asleep on his shoulder as you lay beneath the stars, peacefully breathing in the salty air and wondering what tomorrow will bring.
Taehyung
“Greece?!”
“Greece!”
You can only pause. “Greece?”
Taehyung nods in confirmation. “Greeeeeece!” He’d seen a picture float across the internet somewhere of this beautiful resort, and he immediately knew he had to take you. Taehyung is one who is always ready for an adventure and travel, so he expects you to be the same. The resort is at the foot of a mountain, the bright blue sea as a backdrop, making the large sanded smooth white buildings look majestic and nothing short of magical. You have a cabin to yourselves, one in front of a small private pool that glowed purple in the evening; one that you convinced him to go skinny dipping in. It’s easy to have fun with Taehyung, even in a foreign place, but he takes special care to make the trip especially romantic and appreciative. He pampers you like royalty and announces that you are going to be his official model for all his pictures he had yet to take.
“Wow you are a natural,” Taehyung chuckles as he snaps a picture of you posed beneath a twisted tree. “I didn’t even have to tell you what to do.”
“Practice makes perfect I suppose, and so does such a handsome teacher,” you say, pecking his lips. The day is spent on the sand under a large tent, and yes you did have to wait before starting to drink your fancy drink because he wanted to photograph it all, but with his cute grin how could you say no?
Jungkook
“Jungkook don’t you think this is a bit much,” you ask, setting your bag down in the foyer just as Jungkook runs past you around the expansive dining room.
“No no of course not! We’re only young once; when else would we have this opportunity? Come on,” he grabs your hand and pulls you along, peeking in every room as if looking for something. After ‘oo-ing’ and ‘aw-ing’ at the bright coral walls and happy paintings, you head downstairs to find perhaps the biggest reason your boyfriend rented this particular beach house.
“Oh my gosh now I get it,” you say, holding the bridge of your nose but getting equally excited as you’re greeted with a giant arcade room. A flat screen tv, new video games as well as classic arcade games, a ping pong table, and even a pool table were all sitting shiny and tempting and Jungkook is giggling like a kid in a candy store.
You barely have time to reach him before his eyes meet something outside the window in the backyard. “Oh. My. Gosh. There’s a jet ski,” he whispers, instantly bolting towards the door with you yelling behind him.
“Jungkook for God’s sake please don’t kill yourself!!”
You’d thought it was a little wasteful to rent a three-story house with 8 bedrooms for only the two of you, but he quickly washes away your worries with the private pool and access to the dock with a jet ski and kayaks, as well as running around the large house and screaming your lungs out just because there was no one there to stop you. The house was at the end of a small, private cul de sac, and a mere golf cart ride to the shore. It was quieter than you would’ve imagined you’d enjoy, but as you sit on the crows nest overlooking the inlet, watching Jungkook photograph the sunset, you couldn’t imagine anywhere else on earth you’d rather be.
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Alone
Lapis takes in the first day of her new life on a new planet.
Lapis remembered a book that Connie once gave her. She was sure it was still in the Barn somewhere. It talked about something called ‘bacteria’, invisibly tiny organic lifeforms that existed in the uncountable trillions on every single surface on Earth. No matter how harsh and inhospitable the corner of the planet you put under a ‘microscope’, you would find them, thriving.
She felt confident in there not being a single one of these bacteria in the miles and miles of frozen, rocky waste that stretched out in every direction from where she placed the Barn right out to the horizon just about shrouded in mist. The planet did have an atmosphere, and she felt and heard the wind coming in from the nearby shore, but gone were the rustle of trees and grass, the sound of birdsong, the buzz of insects diving in and out and around her home. She had went out for a walk earlier, she didn’t feel like flying, and she couldn’t even find the tiniest spot of moss or algae, not the faintest greening of the water that might betray it was stuffed with life. She was certain she was the only living thing on an entire world, a world that might, possibly, one day, give her some company. If she waited long enough, perhaps a few billion years, then she might see something crawl out of the water. It probably won’t be able to talk to her, but it would be an interesting day.
So she had that to look forward to.
She planted a foot onto the grass surrounding the Barn, grass that was dried, frozen, and nearly obliterated by the journey through space, the powdery remains of blades scattering and ready to lay the brown earth below bare. She paid it no mind as she continued through the door. The Barn did not greet her with the golden glow provided by the Sun. The Sun, that big warm ball of flame she once saw rise every morning, was now just another prick of light in the night sky, one in billions. She wanted to lose it in the infinitely large swarm above her, but she couldn’t. The star she went for was far meeker, even on the cloudiest day on Earth the Sun made it look like a tiny little red ember floating in the sky. Her thinking was that Homeworld would tend to spread to the bigger, short-living stars first, to consume those solar systems quickly before they ended their lives with a brilliant bang. The smallest, longest-living stars were the scraps to be had when there was nothing left to devour. There was no reason for Homeworld to want to come here for a length of time that might as well have been forever.
And when Forever ran out, Lapis thought, she’ll just have to find somewhere else.
She tried to not pay attention to all their meep-morps that had been scattered about the place. She didn’t want to rush herself with the necessary chores, she told herself, noting the things to do could come later. She wondered if she could stretch out that task through one year or two.
She said to herself that she had worked out a wonderfully stable system. Bulletproof, really. There was nothing that could surprise her, no horrible other people to put her into objects or cells, nothing to control her, no war that can take away what she cared about and leave her without them forever just because they were bigger and more powerful than she was.
And this time, there wasn’t even anybody that she could dump her hatred on, there was nobody for her to harm. There was just her.
In the flight through space, she kept on tantalizing herself with the reward of finally finishing that season rewatch. Flying up to the couch with the TV, she ran her hand on the top of the big black box that she had spent so many hours looking at. She stepped back from the box and sat down on her side of the couch.
Her eagerness to finish the season drained away.
Looking down at the ground, she saw a few sheets of blank paper, and a box of crayons. Picking them up, she surveyed the landscape, deciding she’d try to meep-morp taking inspiration from her new...
The paper and crayons dropped from her hands.
Lapis leaned her head back, closing her eyes.
You actually surpassed my expectations, you know.
She bit on her lip, trying to ignore the voice.
I was here expecting you to get captured by Homeworld again, taken away from everything you loved against your will. Somehow, you managed to just get up and throw it all away, all on your own.
“Shut up.”, she spoke.
Did you get addicted to having nothing? A warm blanket and loved company under the stars just couldn’t match the exquisite taste of total, helpless oblivion, could it?
“I’m not in the mirror, I’m not helpless.”, Lapis countered, “I have my body, and I have my home. I don’t exist at anybody’s whim anymore, and nothing I have is under threat. It could be worse. I know ‘Worse’.”
Peridot? Steven? Your little vegetable pet? They’re under threat, are you saying you don’t have them anymore?
“They’re...”, she slumped onto the couch, grabbing at Peridot’s cushion, “They can look after themselves, they’ll be fine.”
Then why did you run away?
“Because I’m...”, Lapis started, then struggled for words.
Selfish? A coward? A monster?
“I don’t want to be hurt again! Is that too much to ask?!”
You’re not the only one that gets hurt. You’ve dealt a lot of hurt yourself, remember. You hurt Steven, you hurt Connie, you hurt Jasper...
“Stop...stop it...” She squeezed tighter on Peridot’s cushion, as if scared it would blow away, or vanish.
Oh yes. You hurt her, too. Little Peridot. You hurt her more than most, it seems. You weren’t even trying to hurt her, you were just you, being as awful as you usually are with her having to take the brunt of it, and she was just too damn good to complain.
“I didn’t know.”, she mewled, “I would’ve helped her, she just needed to tell me and I would’ve helped her...”
I suppose it’s good you took the Barn, then. She’s still got Steven and the others to live with, what would she want with a dump full of bad memories? She’s probably already forgotten you exist. At least, she doesn’t have to pretend to care that you do.
Lapis pushed herself up on the couch. “She’s in danger. They all are. I need to--”
Don’t bother. They haven’t needed you through all your moping, you’d just mess everything up again. Just stay here, keep everything far away from you. And if they die, or they get something far, far worse, then at least you can spend the millennia certain it wasn’t your fault.
She stood up, craning her neck to look right up to find the Sun in the great lake of stars.
What are you afraid of? Being alone?
“Yes.”, said Lapis, “I’m terrified of it.”
Lapis, that’s the only thing you’re any good at.
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A New Addition To The Family - A Lapidot Fanfic
Chapter Five – “What’s a Candle?”
A couple of weeks after Dr. Maheswaran had given Lapis a successful check-up, life was continuing to go swimmingly at the barn.
On the doctor’s advice, Peridot was now wearing her limb enhancers almost constantly – and had used her newfound energy to make some slight changes to the barn’s layout. She had moved the television set from out of the truck, and put in onto a stand next to the bed. She had also taken the old sofa from up in the barn’s rafters and placed this in front of the TV set, so that she and Lapis could sit together and watch their favourite show without the Ocean Gem having to exert herself to get up inside the truck; after all, Lapis was now almost two months into her pregnancy and it was beginning to really show. Peridot estimated that she must be around two-thirds of the way through now, and absolutely insisted that her girlfriend continued to take things very carefully indeed.
With some help from Greg, Peridot had also installed a refrigerator and a food cupboard in the barn. Lapis was acutely aware of the doctor’s advice of “three meals a day”, and this is something that Peridot was helping her with.
Amethyst was also of assistance – gleefully introducing Lapis to lots of different types of food. Peridot was unsure about the nutritional value of certain of the food items at times (“Are you sure that these... donuts... are healthy?”), but appreciated the help nonetheless. Lapis was enjoying herself too, and that was the most important thing to the small green Gem.
The barn also had a toaster now... and Peridot went hurrying over to it as two slices of bread pinged forth from its top. She smiled to herself as she grabbed a plate and began buttering the toast, before putting it onto a tray and taking it over to her girlfriend, who was just waking up.
“Good morning, Lapis!” Peridot said brightly, “I brought you some breakfast!”
“Oh, thanks Peridot!” Lapis beamed as she took the tray from her girlfriend and began to nibble on one of the slices of toast that had been prepared for her. She got a few crumbs on the bedsheets, much to Pumpkin’s delight – the little orange veggie leapt up onto the bed and helped herself to them.
Peridot chuckled while she watched Pumpkin eagerly running around on the bed beneath Lapis’ plate. The technician then sat down on the sofa and brought up her limb enhancers’ built-in screen.
Now that she had the fridge and the means for cooking food (thanks to the engine-powered stove that she and Pearl had rigged up together some time ago), she and Lapis had been making meals together. Today, however, Peridot wanted to cook a meal by herself; for Lapis. After doing some research, she’d found out about the romantic tradition of a “candlelit dinner” and was eager to prepare something like this for her beloved Ocean Gem. She was scuppered, though, by one small detail...
With a sigh and a furrowed brow, she typed into Google, “What’s a candle?”
“I see...” she murmured to herself as she scrolled through the website that had been brought up by the search engine.
“What’s that, Dot?” Lapis called through a mouthful of toast.
The green Gem jumped in alarm and quickly lowered the screen, “N-nothing, Lapis! Nothing...” She wanted to keep the meal as a surprise, for now.
“I’m just going to make a quick video call, I won’t be long” she continued as she got up from the sofa and made her way outside. Once there, she used her limb enhancers to call Steven. When the young boy answered, Peridot immediately asked to speak to Amethyst...
“Yo, P-Dot!” the small quartz called out from the floating green screen, “What’s up?”
“Hi, Amethyst,” Peridot replied, “I need to ask a small favour.”
“No problem! What can I do for ya?” she asked with a grin.
“Well...”
---
A few hours later, Peridot heard the familiar zing of the nearby warp pad being activated. She looked over as her friend materialised – carrying a bag full of food and candles.
“It’s all here, dude,” Amethyst cheerfully told the technician, “Let me know how it all goes down!”
“I will do, Amethyst!” Peridot said with a nod as she took the bag, “Thanks a lot for your help.”
“Any time, sis!” Amethyst answered, “But I’m gonna make a quick getaway now before Lapis gets suspicious.”
The purple quartz hopped back onto the warp pad and waved to Peridot.
“Later, Dot! And good luck with everything tonight!” she said with a grin and a wink, just before her form disappeared in a flash of bright light.
---
The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, washing the landscape with a warm orange hue. Peridot was sat in the sofa again while Lapis napped peacefully on the bed next to her. The technician was poring over videos on her tablet, flicking between them, trying to find just the right one...
She glanced up and noticed that Lapis was beginning to stir. With a huge smile, she put the tablet down and ran over to the side of the bed.
“Hi, Peridot,” a groggy Lapis murmured to her girlfriend as she rubbed her eyes.
“Did you sleep well, Laz?” Peridot eagerly asked her. Lapis nodded in reply before stretching – and letting out a huge yawn.
“I, um...” Peridot began with hesitation, before deciding to just blurt out what she wanted to say, “I’m going to cook a romantic candlelit dinner for you tonight!”
Lapis snorted, “Is this another one of those human rituals that you’ve been reading up on? Like... what was it... marriage? And dating?”
“Yep!” the green Gem gleefully replied while grinning at her girlfriend.
“That’s really sweet of you, Peri” Lapis said with a warm smile, “Do you need me to help at all, though?”
“No, it’s fine, I want to do this for you!”
---
Peridot took the ingredients that Amethyst had bought for her and laid them all out neatly across the work surface that she’d made, alongside some freshly-picked vegetables from the field. The technician held out her tablet and then let go of it, allowing it to hover in place using her ferrokinesis. She traced one of her limb enhancers’ floating fingers across the screen, loading up the cooking tutorial video that she’d decided to use.
She looked over to the barn, making sure that Pumpkin was nowhere in sight, before picking up a knife and beginning to chop the vegetables.
---
Peridot prepared the table as the meal neared the end of its cooking time. She had draped a nice, new tablecloth over it and adorned it with several lit candles. They provided a subdued level of luminosity along with the moonlight that was now beaming down on the barn, creating just the kind of atmosphere that Peridot had hoped for.
Once the meal was prepared and served, the technician went back inside to fetch her girlfriend.
“Peri, this looks amazing!” exclaimed Lapis after taking a seat at the table, looking joyfully at the feast of food that had been lovingly prepared for her.
“Wow, thanks!” came Peridot’s reply. The green Gem grabbed a seat and sat down next to Lapis.
As the Ocean Gem tucked in to her meal, she couldn’t help but notice something – Peridot seemed to be very nervous.
“Are you ok, Dot?” she asked, looking over at the green Gem.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” Peridot answered with a small chuckle. She discreetly resumed reading something that she’d scrawled on a piece of paper, over and over again as she held it out of Lapis’ line of sight underneath the table. She was also carefully keeping an eye on Lapis, to see how far she’d got through her dinner.
The Ocean Gem finished her meal and set down her cutlery. She opened her mouth to thank Peridot for all her hard work, but the technician did something that completely caught Lapis off-guard; for Peridot had reached over the table and taken Lapis’ hands in her own.
“Peridot...?” breathed Lapis as she gazed across at her now-blushing girlfriend.
“Lapis, I, uh...” Peridot cleared her throat before glancing down at the piece of paper that was now in her lap, and continuing on.
“Lapis, I... I love you,” she said softly, “I really love you. You’re perfect in every conceivable way and I enjoy every moment that I spend in your company, more than I can verbally express. You’re the Percy to my Pierre, the meep to my morp. I would be incomplete without you, and... I’d like nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity by your side.”
She slid out of her seat, still keeping hold of one of Lapis’ slender hands as the blue Gem looked on in wide-eyed awe.
Peridot dropped down onto one knee. She retrieved a small box from underneath the table with her free hand and flicked it open – revealing a slim gold ring inside.
Blushing furiously, she looked up at Lapis.
“Lapis Lazuli, will you marry me?”
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