hi hello
i love your regency stuff its amazing
especially arranged marriage soap
it just has a certain vibe to it like i fricking love the "madly in love" with "guarded, defensive" cuz then u get to see the person open up eventually 🥺🥺🥺🥺
He walks into your family estate with all the pride to his name. You're going to do your best to tear that down quickly. No point in drawing this sham of an engagement out longer than it already has been. His eyes touch you with so much heat when your father introduces you that you almost lose your nerve. He kisses your hand and it's the warmest greeting you've ever been party to. When he calls you Mrs. Mactavish you almost hit him, though you almost think he was hoping you would. His eyes hold a mischief you're not accustomed to.
No matter, you're good at this. Acting the part of terror. Your father excuses himself to let you two get acquainted, the maids run to fetch tea, you sit across from him in the drawing room and do your best to look uninterested. He sits comfortably, an air of unrivaled masculinity in the way he sits forwards with his elbows against his knees, his legs spread just on the edge of too wide. He puts on no gentlemanly airs for you, and some part of you appreciates that. The other part of you bristles at his attention.
"Is it true you men don't wear anything under those," You ask, pointing towards the kilt around his waist. You're going for rude. Though you're loathe to admit it suits him well, with the tailored waistcoat and jacket, he's a terribly handsome man. All the more reason for you to get rid of him quickly.
"Are ye hopin' to see for yerself, bonnie?" He asks, his smirk is terribly charming. Rakish and self assured. You hate it.
"Just trying to gauge your civility," You huff, turning to look out the window rather than at his smile.
"'Fraid I don't have much of that," He tells you, the rough timber of his voice and the lilt of his accent make you feel far too warm.
"No?" You snap your fan open to distract yourself, it must be the air not circulating.
"No," He purrs, "No use for it with you." You glare at him over the edge of your fan.
"I don't deserve it I suppose?" You accuse, at least the other men your father tried to marry you off to were polite. Until they ran off swearing at you.
"Dinnae say that," He hums, threads his fingers together as he inspects you. "I want you to call me Johnny," His subject change takes you by surprise, you snap your fan shut. You don't like not having control, and this feels very much like losing control of the conversation.
"Mr. Mactavish-" He cuts you off with a click of his tongue, the admonishment makes you stomach warm.
"Johnny." He corrects.
"Johnny," You grit, only to be cut off again.
"Ooh," He sighs, his voice low and promising, "Good girl." You open your mouth to says something, but nothing comes out. Your cheeks feel hot, and your breaths come heavier. He can't talk to you like that. Can he?
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“I can’t call Soap Johnny”
“Only people I’ve slept with call me that.”
Ghost only has a moment to panic before Alejandro is speaking again, tone notably lower and more flirty, “I’m sure we could make an arrangement no?”
There’s a sharp stab of anger and something else in Ghost at the words, pace suddenly speeding up so he can shove his way between Vargas and Soap.
“Save that shit for later. We’ve got bigger things to worry about.” Is it petty? Most definitely. Does he care? No. Not at all.
But the words do the job, everyone snapping into battle mode and no longer exchanging flirty banter. Ghost feels a little happier for it, some part of him viciously pleased with being able to keep the banter between just him and Johnny. Like it was their little thing. It’s juvenile and stupid but he can’t help it.
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“im not just gonna roll over for ya” / “yeah, not before you stop and drop” like. what was zack thinking when they wrote this. they had no idea. they had no idea what it would do to me, specifically. the first time they talked was the best interaction of verbal wordplay ever. and it was with insults. i was doomed from the start
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giggling like a schoolgirl working on what will be an embarrassingly late birthday present for @ohnoitsthebat ! it’s an au where johnny’s a lifeguard at the encino pool, ali has a guest pass, and daniel makes his life hell <3
"Just so no one has to look at your outfit," Johnny snapped. "Seriously, those shorts are borderline provocative, show some respect."
"Show some respect?" Larusso grinned, his two front teeth just slightly crooked in a way Johnny might have found cute on a girl, but annoying on Larusso. "To who? You?"
"Yeah, smartass," Johnny replied. "To me. Now, cover up or get in the pool, no one's trying to get an eyeful of your scrawny little chicken thighs."
Larusso laughed softly, shaking his head as he chewed his gum, and even Ali seemed unable to help but grin as well at Johnny's suffering. (He definitely didn't get paid enough for this.) Larusso eyed Johnny up and down, subtle as he squinted in the light of the summer sun, but the gesture was still there.
"Alright," Larusso commented, slowly sliding his tank top up and off his body. And, yeah. Yeah. That was worse. "Whatever you say, boss." With that, he slid into the water, and he hardly needed to swim given it was just four feet. "I can swim, John, so you don't have to join me...but you're welcome to if you want to..."
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