"can i have one of your mittens?" you asked.

suna raised an eyebrow at you incredulously. "one mitten?"

"yeah." your breath made a light wisp of smoke against the cold winter air. "i forgot to bring mine." you added, waving your exposed hands up and down as if to prove your point.

suna sighed with a slight shake of his head, suppressing a smile. "you're such an airhead."

"am not!" you stifled a laugh, hitting his arm lightly in protest. the impact stung painfully against your freezing hand, and you let out a small yelp of pain.

concern flashed across suna's eyes, and his brows furrowed together into a slight frown. "you good?"

"apart from my hands feeling like literal icicles, i'm all good." you replied in a joking manner, flashing him a humorous smile. suna tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at you, a worried frown still creased upon his features.

"don't worry." you teased, "a little cold won't kill me."

"i wasn't worried." suna interjected. "just thought that maybe the cold had finally killed off your remaining brain cells."

suna chuckled when your eyes widened in feigned offence. you knocked your forehead against his arm in a futile attempt to hit him without using your painfully frozen hands, inciting a hearty laugh from the boy.

your ears perked up at the sound, the warmth of his cheerful laughter slowly spreading to you. his eyes curved into crescent moons, upturned lips peeking above the top of his thick scarf, amusement radiating from his usually stoic face.

you must have been staring at him for a while, because suna flicked your forehead lightly with his gloved hand.

"i think the cold did get into your brain after all."

before you could snap back a response, suna pulled off one of his mittens, reaching out to pull your hand out of your pocket.

"wha-"

you watched as he fitted his mitten onto your hand, pulling it down gently. you blinked, staring dumbly at the large mitten that encased your hand. was the mitten really that warm? or was your skin just burning from his sudden touch?

your thoughts were cut short when his ungloved hand grabbed your ice cold one tightly, before relaxing slightly to intertwine his fingers between yours. the momentum of the movement pulled you towards him, and he took the opportunity to stuff your connected hands into the side pocket of his large puffer jacket.

"warm enough?" suna asked, a smirk playing on his lips. he was standing annoying close, puffs of his breath tickling against your nose as he stared down at you.

and for once, you were thankful that the frigid weather had already tainted your cheeks red. "warm enough." you echoed back, unable to hide the satisfied grin from creeping up your cheeks.

This is so stinkin’ adorable!

Adorable ya hear!

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Final Chapter:  Always look on the bright side of life

In which no fucking way are you letting this sociopathic son of a bitch catch you.

18+ ONLY. Explicit sex, rough sex, swearing, kidnapping. Profanity. Oh, so much profanity. you have been warned, though if you’ve ever read anything of mine this will not surprise you.

For @sultry-rachael​: I hope you enjoyed your story, Happy Halloween!

You may be a runner, but there is a difference between a well-lit path in Central Park and the dense forest you were tearing through. The sun had set before Lloyd let you loose - the bastard - and branches were slapping you in the face. Those cute little MaryJane shoes had you slipping and sliding all over the place, but they were better than bare feet.

“Life’s a piece of shit

When you look at it

Life’s a laugh and death’s a joke, it’s true…” 

You sang the words under your breath. Some moments just called for Monty Python. Running for your life in this shitty forest seemed like one of them.

“Always look on the bright side of life

Always look on the right side of life…”

Your foot caught under a root and you nearly went sprawling before you caught yourself on the huge trunk of a pine tree. The bark scratched your bare arms as you hugged the tree like a brother, wheezing, trying to drag more air into your tortured lungs. The only clue you’d had about the highway was that when that rat bastard captured you - for the second time - the sun was rising on your right. So that was east. When you’d glanced out the window of his trophy room you’d watched the sun set. So… that was west. When you flew out the doors after Lloyd’s terrifying kickstart, you’d circled the bigass lodge first thing and headed in what you hoped was the easterly direction and back to the highway.

So is that lunatic asshole really going to honor the fifteen-minute thing? Trusting Lloyd’s promise seemed really stupid, but he seemed like he really enjoyed his twisted little games. You thought you’d been running maybe an hour or so. Sometimes, when there was a certain twist or bend in the path, you could swear you could see the glow of what must be the lights along the highway. Tying up the stupid skirt on the dress more tightly, you pushed off the trunk and kept running.

A penetrating whistle ripped through the pines.

“Hey, Alice! I’m on your trail, baby! The Mad Hatter is on the way! You wanna give up and just fuck instead?”

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Mmm. That scene would definitely be terrifying in real life, but this is not, and I have to say how deliciously hot that was! Yes, yes, yes!!

Prey

Chapter Two: Run Alice, Run!

In which it is made clear that Lloyd Hansen is indeed a certifiable, murderous sociopath. Also, wardrobe changes.

Chapter One here

Let me once again make it clear that this is 18+ only. There are threats of harm and violence in this chapter. But no sex. I’m saving that all up for Chapter 3. Sorry. But we’ll still have fun.

Regaining consciousness as your head is knocked painfully against the spare tire in the trunk of a speeding car is not in your top ten ways to wake up. As you moan and clutch your skull, attempting to keep your brain from leaking out, you try to figure out what the actual fuck is going on.

We were at a new club…

Tania was ditching me for a Wall Street asshole…

Those white pants on-

“Motherfucker!” you rasped painfully, “That son of a bitch roofied me!” 

It was clear that the driver did not have your comfort in mind when they took another sharp turn, rolling you over something that felt like a crowbar and into the trunk latch.

Trunk latch… You were almost sure it was a latch to the trunk because it was a sharp metal piece digging into your ribs. Mind you, the roofie or whatever poison Lloyd had dosed you with was still making coherent thought difficult, but you were pretty sure. Cursing under your breath, your hands pushed against the surface of the trunk, trying to squirm into a position where you could maybe open the latch. 

“What did they say in the “Y” safety class?” The heel of your hand slammed down on the latch as you stifled a shriek, feeling the shock reverberate up to your elbow. “Push the tail lights out and wave your hand through the opening?” The image of a wildly waving hand at a stop sign made you choke out a somewhat hysterical laugh, but it reminded you that the car had not stopped once since you’d regained consciousness. Which meant… you were not in Manhattan anymore.

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Brooooooo…. I wouldn’t mind skipping all the running and get on with him attempt to get her limping! Lol. But then again in real life, I wouldn’t want any of this to happen. It’s quite terrifying. Haha 😅

Prey

A Lloyd Hansen Halloween Ask

For @sultry-rachael​, who wanted big, bad wolf Lloyd Hansen to chase her through the woods. Wish granted.

18+ ONLY. Explicitly sexual themes, kidnapping, the usual you’d expect from Lloyd Hansen.

Part One: In which you just can’t keep your goddamn mouth shut.

“Where’s the rest of the leisure suit that goes with those white polyester pants?”

Your mom used to tell you all the time, “Rachel, you’re going to get in serious trouble one day with that smart mouth of yours.”

But you had a feeling that trouble from the gargantuan lunatic currently choking the life out of you was going to be much worse than getting fired or dumped from your sorority.

Three hours earlier…

“If I have to spend another Friday night listening to you bitch and moan, I swear I’m going to cut you.” Tania may be your best friend, but her selective memory apparently wasn’t going to include crying on your couch after her last six failed relationships.

So of course your big mouth spouted out, “Oh, like our month-long grieving period for Jake, the biker who left you to follow the Rammstein concert tour? Or Mikal, your boyfriend who wanted an open relationship with you and your cousin? Or-”

“Fine,” Tania snarled, “but you know that loser Steve is out there getting some tonight. Why let him have all the fun?”

True. The cheating, no-good son of a bitch - who had been your fiance until you caught him getting oral sex from his secretary while he was on a Zoom call with you - would absolutely be out there, somewhere. Sleazing his way through the female population of lower Manhattan so why were you planning another night at home?

“Fair enough,” you sighed, getting out of the Uber. The line to get into this club had to be two miles long. “But can we hit another place? Somewhere that isn’t clogged with Instagram influencers and second-tier soccer players?”

“No fucking way,” gloated Tania, “we’re on the list, baby! I stole my boss’s invitation.”

“Uh…” your steps slowed, “your boss Dante? The one you think is in the Mafia?”

“I was just joking!” Tania protested, “What do you care? You’re one of the Beautiful People tonight, baby!”

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Who likes one shots anyway? Write all the series you want! Your too good for just one shots. Haha! Love your writing!

The Auction

Chapter Two: Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About You…

In which our three grooms enjoy their version of the wedding night.

18+ as always, excessive profanity and crude sexual references, references to unwilling drug use.

Chapter One here

Just keep looking over their heads. This isn’t about you. This is about Ben. 

Never in her life had Rowan’s posture been so perfect, finishing-school level, standing with her shoulders back and head high to keep the flimsy straps of the jade green camisole from slipping off. It was bad enough that the delicate drape of the silk was barely covering her breasts, but it got worse when she remembered they’d forced her to put on a matching pair of undies that pretty much showcased her bare ass.

“And now, Number Fourteen, let your hair down?”

While her fingers were numbly removing the pins from her artfully messy chignon, she was trying to remember something. The Old Americas had something… where the girls walked around in bathing suits and did strange things like spinning a piece of metal or singing bad songs. Or singing badly. Something like that. The winner got a crown. Were these rich, old weirdos trying to recreate that? Did she get a crown in the end?

No, her spiteful inner voice reminded her, you get a ring that shackles you to one of these assholes.

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I’m glad the other two girls are being treating nicely in each of their new husbands way. Idk what anyone says, Ransom is such a horndog. Lol.

Loving this so far!

The Auction

A dystopian tale of the “New Americas,” where the divide between the wealthy and… everyone else is too great to cross. But with all the other viruses comes one that lies dormant in the genes, activating at birth and it is inevitably fatal. So now, perfect genetics are the most desired thing in a mate. Even if you have to buy one.

Important note: there are discussions of disabilities in this chapter viewed by the assholes in this dystopian tales as ‘adverse elements.’ Since my twin boys have autism, I know this is bullshit. Please keep in mind that any discussion of the differently-abled is only for the purpose of the story and their negative responses are pathetic and uneducated.

You’ll be seeing Rich Asshole Ransom Drysdale at the auction tonight, along with James Buchanan Barnes and Terrifying But So Good in a Suit Loki. All obscenely rich bastards. All looking for a wife.

Chapter One - This Can’t Be Happening

“This can’t be happening.”

The woman weeping softly to the right of Rowan might be a little older than she was, but it’s clear she had no frame of reference for what was about to happen to her.

“Stop, don’t mess up your makeup,” Rowan whispered, trying to wipe away the mascara streaming down the woman’s wet cheeks. “Look, it’ll be…”

It’ll be okay?

Was she really about to say something as stupid as that? The group of overly made-up captives - including Rowan, the crying woman clutching her hand, and the twelve other young women shivering in sheer dresses - were most definitely not going to be okay.

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I haven’t been active on tumblr in a while, so I’m starting from the beginning? Why do you write so well and have such an amazing imagination? And how is it fair that you can connect the two together and create amazing fan fics? Ugh. I’m jealous but I love you!

🦩➩ 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟏/𝟓)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | trailer park neighbours-to-lovers, meet-cute, fluff, AGE GAP, dilf bartender!Ari, Ari Levinson x OCs, reader x OCs (mentioned), innocent!reader, cigarette use, alcohol, 6’7” Ari, beefy hunk!Ari, soft!Ari, dom!Ari, flirting, nicknames, size difference, sugar daddy!Ari, rockstar!Ari, drunk!Natasha is funny, SMUT - minors DNI, accidental voyeurism: protected sex (p in v), dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, spitting, ends with second hand embarrassment (maybe)

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole-damn city?

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.67K

𝗔/𝗡 | and he has arrived !! This fic is more of a cross between 80s/90s/00s vibes. Get ready for carefree trailer park shenanigans, everyone here is vulgar (except reader) and ofc, major thank you to everyone who sent asks, you’ve all helped me write this fic !! All mistakes are my own. ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It must be following me, you think to yourself and move once again as the sun beams down brutally. You shift to the side, pressing yourself against the filling station, the blueberry popsicle falling victim to the summer heat in your hand.  

Old Ricky’s is one of the many gas stations in the area, but it’s the closest to Flamingo Trailer Park which made it the perfect temporary job, temporary because you doubt you’ll be here next month. 

It’s far better than the last one you worked at—Mary Jane’s had broken windows, a busted air conditioner, and smelt an awful lot like stale coffee. The reputation wasn’t the best either, plenty of the high school kids would steal like it was nothing, and Mrs. Jane didn’t bat an eye. 

You often felt out of place in that dingy station, at least Old Ricky’s was clean, had a television and radio, and a fully functioning air conditioner. Mr. Ricky was a kind man, he didn’t tolerate stealing or even cursing, “I deal with enough of that foul-mouthed attitude at home, don’t need it here too, honeypie.” 

Good Lord. This fic is everything!

φ⌎ 𝟏. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega sorority!reader (dark A/B/O college AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes/elements, A/B/O dynamics, 6’6” Steve, mean!Steve, manipulation, (little bit of) soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), assault, sexual tension, scenting, SMUT - minors DNI, non-con to dub-con, coercion, fingering (f), dirty talk, daddy kink, size difference, degradation, dumbification, choking, spitting, p*ssy slapping, squirting, grinding (dry humping, bulge riding), spanking, (a hint of) dacryphilia (but not really, he does lick tears though), major power imbalance, possessive behaviour

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | It’s hell week at Howard College and Arcadia Phi has traded their pledges for the fresh faces of Kappa Phi, and you’re one of them. Based off this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 9.88K

𝗔/𝗡 | here we go ! and because this is me, the frat is full of familiar characters. I made up the frat/sorority names, steve gives me bully vibes (a bully to other people) but it’s just him acting all high and mighty bc he’s an alpha. pls don’t ask me about frat/sorority chapters, i’m making things up/changing things in this fic. all mistakes are my own. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.

˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

A loud banging on the door makes you jump before you blindly scramble for your clothes. Squinting is useless in the darkness, but you make out the vague shadow looming from under the door as an unmistakable musk follows. It’s woody and smokey, and has been burnt into your brain the moment you walked into the frat house.

“What’s taking so long, legacy! Those floorboards aren’t going to scrub themselves.” A deep voice booms, followed by another round of knocks as the doorknob rattles. “You better come out before we come in.”

“Let her hide, Bucky.” Someone else laughs, “We’ll see how long until Steve breaks the door down.”

You swing open the door, “I wasn’t hiding.” You correct in irritation, holding your clothes to your chest.

“Awfully suspicious amount of time in there then. You know, some girls just got changed out in the open.” Another man quips, his cardigan hanging over his shoulders, “Why couldn’t you do the same, sweetheart? Are you shy?”

“Bryce, shut up.” The blond on your right speaks up, no longer a silent observer.

I absolutely LOVE how long this chapter is! It’s so good and well written! Thank you!

The Birdcage

Chapter Six - In Accord

In which Little Bird is saved from the Night Brethren, but not the quandary of the Night child she’s carrying. What will she do? More importantly, what will James do to her?

No specific warnings for this chapter other than AS ALWAYS it is 18+

Thank you to @nildespirandum​ who helped me figure out that the parents must be “in accord” (care for each other) to create a Night Child like Little Bird, and not a flesh-eating abomination like the Shadows.

Chapter 5 here

You woke several hours later, feeling like you might have been the one in the brutal fight with that vile Steven. Every muscle ached and your head throbbed, like too much information had been stuffed into your brain all at once and you were struggling to comprehend the last two (three? Was it three?) days. Your world had been so small, only the confines of your Birdcage high up in Black Hat’s mansion and now there was so much more, some even worse than you could have imagined. And Mama? When would you see her again?

Swinging your legs over to the side of the bed, you slumped there for a moment.

“Let me try to assemble this.” The sound of your own voice startled you, but you pushed on.

“Mama is alive.” That was the best news.

“James came to get me away from the Night Brethren and my disgusting half-brother.” You were very grateful for that, though you recognized the irony of flying back into your cage and holding the door closed yourself. But the alternative… you shuddered.

“James has manipulated me from the day he took me at the harbor.” Now, why would that upset you so much? Make your chest hurt? You remembered Mama’s words, that the mother and father had to be in accord for a night child to survive. She was tricked, but she had believed she loved Rogers when you were born.

Which led you to face the most difficult news. You were with child. James was the sire. The images of the shadow things screeching and tearing their screaming victims apart made you shudder and begin to cry. What would be the thing that would make your child different? You did not love James.

“Oh, Little Bird…” he’d entered the room silently, “why are you crying?”

“There are many reasons,” you wept, “any of them seems like enough.” 

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I wasn’t expecting the chapter to end so soon! It’s getting good. I’m so excited for the next chapter! Many things were revealed but now I’m interested in why Bucky is so soft. Almost as if he were human. I’m excited!

Die Besessenheit: 21. Thank You, Captain

Die Besessenheit Masterlist

Summary: You have slowly worked your way through the writer’s ranks at the New York Times, finally securing your dream spot in the business section as an investigative journalist. However, turning down your boss’ advances lands you writing the article from hell: a PR-fix for the Avengers. Since the destruction of Thanos, the world has idolised the Avengers. They can do no wrong. You see through the facade and their ego. Forced to stay at the new facilities, you must live the Avenger’s lifestyle and document the life of an international superhero. You catch the eye of Steve Rogers, Captain America.

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: Dark!Steve Rogers, non-con, slow burn, love bombing, coercive control, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, obsessive Steve Rogers, psychological focus, emotional manipulation, creepy Steve Rogers, somnophilia. No under 18s.

Notes: This is a collaborative project with the beautiful @sophiria . Please heed the warnings and tags, these will be updated as the story progresses. If you wish to be tagged please let us know!🖤 Please feel free to comment and reblog! We’d love to hear your thoughts 🖤

Chapter Notes: It’s been over a year since this has been updated, I'm sorry. The love wasn't lost but things got a little overwhelming in the burrow. But we're back and Dark!Steve is on a mission. Thank you so much to @caffiend-queen​ for beta'ing like a mad boss.

I promise this isn't a filler chapter - it's setting up the groundwork for the endgame. Yes, we are in the endgame. Seven thousand years after we began this journey with this story, we are finally in the endgame.

If anyone is actually still reading this story, I don't blame you if you've given up on me, then I hope you enjoy.

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                        21. Thank You, Captain

Brave. Altruistic. Honest. Integrity. Selflessness. Inspirational. Decisive and quick to action in their convictions. 

These are the qualities we expect of our heroes, but it wasn’t always so. 

Before the year 2011, the world had not had a man truly worthy of being called a superhero since the Second World War, that is until SHIELD came upon a crash site in the frozen Arctic. 

A hero was reborn that fateful day and the world finally had a dependable hero to call its own. One that a country in peril could rely on to save the day. Where a nation of children could look up to this brave individual for courage and be inspired to be better.

That man was Captain America: Steve Rogers. 

This great United States is proud to call this national hero our own. 

This is his story in his own words.

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Bro is so delusional! I’m excited to see what happens next!

“fuck yeah ride that dick baby” bucky groans out throwing his head back as his metal hand slams down on your ass causing you to whine as you clench down on his dick.

he moans at the stimulation looking down to see your little cunt swallowing him up. strings of slick connecting from his balls to your cunt appear every time you move yourself off his cock; followed by the sloppy pit pat of your ass meeting his thighs.

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lemonade

neighbor!bucky barnes x housewife!reader

devastated by the spreading talk of your husband’s affair, you’re desperate to find a way to get back at him— and who to do it with.

warnings: smut (cunnilingus, unprotected sex, dirty talk, manhandling, praise & light degradation, creampie, breeding) mutual cheating, insecurities, hints to abusive relationships

(highly inspired by this song)

“How is it?”

The incessant whirring of the washing machine is tunneling in your head, adding to the stress induced migraine you’ve already received. But the man in front of you is more than chipper, smiling as he takes in more of the pie you’ve prepared.

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little lily.

pairing | mob!bucky x fem!reader

summary | you unknowingly bring out a side of bucky he never knew was there.

cw | fluff, minor angst

"Francine!" you call out to your housekeeper as you make your way down the stairs. It wasn't uncommon for her to show up earlier than her usual time as she'd sometimes bring you the freshest flowers from her home garden.

"Good morning, Miss!"

You stop in your tracks as you spot her at the end of the staircase, holding the most adorable baby with the chubbiest cheeks and fluffiest hair. The baby lets out a booming laugh as she sees you and you give her the brightest smile in return.

Reblogging to read later! I love Bucky!

IT IS! IT IS WHAT WE DESERVE!!!

You’re my hero! Haha.

Will this be a thing? Are you in the midst of another masterpiece? Oh god. I need this. Please, please, please! I’m usually not one to beg because I’m stubborn, but for this… I’ll beg however you want me to!

I love your writing!

Drown In You

Summary: Ari might be your dad’s best friend but that’s not stopping him from taking you every chance he can get.

Pairing: DBF!Ari x Reader

Word Count: 4K.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is over 18, Ari is 40), Ari is 6'6", smut, public smut, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, major size kink, slight spanking, choking kink, dirty talk, jealous, possessive Ari.

A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, @soldatsass & @offcast-plus1 . Divider by @maysdigitalarts.

|Masterlist|Ari Levinson Masterlist|Coffee|

A breeze, salt-tinged and warm, sweeps across your face, carrying the fresh scent of evergreen from the tall, majestic trees lining the beach. The wind catches the bottom of your dress, sending it fluttering around your legs; the lacy material sways back and forth, ballooning out in a sea of lavender, the urge to twirl like a ballerina seeps into your skin and you rise on your toes.

Hearing your name, you settle back on your heels and spin around with a carefree grin, and wave at your dad.

“Really?” your smile falters at the sight of him struggling to carry all his gear, his ‘tools for success’ as he calls them. The bottom of his prized grill is hooked under his arm, spatulas, and knives precariously balanced in his hand, bags of god knows what are flung over both shoulders, making him waddle from the strain of their weight as he approaches you.

You try not to laugh. You really do. But then, you see he’s carrying a bottle of seasoning between his teeth and you lose it. Your bright laughter travels across the beach in loud spurts, almost snorting despite your efforts to rein it in.

“Help please,” he mumbles around the dented container of the old bay.

Sprinting across the warm sand, you manage to catch a few bags before they hit the ground. “You know I would have helped, right?” You ask, nudging him with your shoulder. “Or you could have made two trips.”

Your dad throws you an offended look as he pushes the legs of the grill into the sand. “Two trips? You know we aren’t a two trip household.” He puffs his chest out with pride. “I made it, didn’t I?”

“Barely.” More laughter spills out. You take the knives from his hand and set them down on a plate you rummaged out of one of the bags by your feet.

“And I accept help all the time. I even let Ari grab the steaks.” He mutters distractedly, too busy analyzing his setup to notice your eyes widening; brows nearly hitting your hairline. “He’ll be here any minute.”

You almost choke on your spit. Hitting the top of your chest, you swallow a few times to clear your throat. “Excuse me,” you croak out, leaning down to snag a bottle of water.

“Oh yeah, I told him about our annual trip and the poor guy was going to spend the weekend all alone and I-” he cuts off, waving his arm in the air. “Ari, we’re down here!”

“He’s going to be here the whole weekend,” you whisper, anticipation coursing through you.

Just… yes to everything. Yes, yes, yes! Geez Louise. This was perfect. I am so hot and bothered because of this. I hope you’re happy with yourself.

No man can live up to these fan fictions you amazing humans write. This is why I will forever be alone. Unless you have magic and can physically conjure up a man for me. Haha.

I wish!

Another amazing fic! I am so blessed to have you in my life!