Anything But The Hat || Cam & Cheryl

ash-whisperer:

"CAAAAAAAM! ♥ " Cheryl bounded out from the barn and scrambled to the fence, jumping onto it. Clinging to it she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Ash has been missing you! You should really come by more often silly, we’re friends aren’t we?"

Tugging at the fodder in her hair, she smiled at the cow nearby, “Just saying hi to Mr. Cam, Bessie?” Her hazel eyes quickly scanned his face and she tilted her head in confusion, “Heeeey - Cam did ‘ya do something different with your hair today? You look different…”

Cam smiled down at the girl, trying to stifle another yawn. “Well, no, it’s just… your cow happens to be standing on my hat.” He silently prayed that it wouldn’t become breakfast for the bovine, not entirely certain how cows worked. Large animals made him uncomfortable. “Could you… do me a favor and grab that?”

He carefully yawned into an elbow, trying to make it obvious enough that she would catch the yawns. “Don’t yawn,” he added, knowing the challenge he was setting up.

A Letter

tenderknight:

She was honestly surprised to find the letter waiting for her in her room when she got back. She sat down and quickly scanned it. She had to laugh as she leaned back. She guessed she didn’t do a half bad job of the ‘newly wed bride’ if he was contacting her again.

She tapped her chin in thought before she quickly scribbled down a reply.

Dearest Cam,

I think that would be nice. I’d definitely enjoy that. I hope you’re doing okay. Did that hangover finally wear off? ♥

Hehe, well, I suppose I’ll see you soon enough? Who should chase after visit who?

Hopefully this will reach you quickly and efficiently.

With love,

Rosalind. 

He’d hoped she’d…forgotten, but then again he’d known when he’d written the first letter that that was a stupid idea. Since he’d brought it up in the letter and all.

Dear Rosalind, he started, making sure to write her apparent full name,

You’re certainly not going to let me live that down, are you? In any case, since it’s summer, how about we meet in the middle somewhere at one of the beach houses? I hear they have some interesting foods.

Best,
Cam

He folded the letter, but not without hesitation. Perhaps actually meeting her would take his nerves off the edge.

Anything But The Hat || Cam & Cheryl

Cam yawned and paused to stretch his arms before continuing forward, rubbing his eyes. It was nice to have a day off, but the thought he could at least stop by the ranch and say hello to Ash and Cheryl before he headed off to the mountain.

Leaning on the fence, he rubbed his eyes and knocked his hat off onto the other side of the fence. With a small “Oh-!” he reached for it, only to end up staring directly into the eyes of an approaching cow.

tagged: +non rp  +muse 
Summer Heat || Cam & Celia

greenthumbcelia:

thepurpleflorist:

He raised a hand in return, using the other to hang onto his hat as the wind picked up. “Hello!” He inched forward into the water, letting it get up just past his ankles. Not really willing to go in much further, he just called to her. “I assume…” He coughed briefly, hoping his words weren’t being blown away. “I assume you’re here for the summer festival, too?”

Fairly surprising, the wind indeed picked up. Letting the natural air blow through her locks of chocolate brown hair, she giggled quietly at the fellow villager hold onto his hat. Judging from how he called out to her nearby the shore, Celia politely waded to shallower depths to conversate with him. “Yes, I am! My name is Celia.~” She introduced herself, curtseying in spite of lacking an actual skirt to pick up.

A curtsy? She must have had a very proper upbringing, and a skirt, he thought to himself. “I’m Cam, from Bluebell… are you from around here?” He couldn’t help but look at her bikini as she approached, considering the competition that was advertised on nearly ever flat surface, and a few beach umbrellas, too. 

Summer Heat || Cam & Celia

greenthumbcelia:

thepurpleflorist:

Cam curled his toes into the sand, not really certain whether he was comfortable in the heat or not. He’d scrounged a pair of shorts and a tropical shirt from some box of clothes he never wore in Bluebell, and caught a boat to “somewhere warm.” He wasn’t used to such profound heat, and he could feel sweat starting to bead on his back, thanks to the breeze. He adjusted his straw hat on his head and peered out at the waves, squinting at the sun reflecting off the waves. He walked forward a little, surprised when the water that washed up around his heels felt more like bathwater and less like the icy rivers or his hometown. Taking a deep whiff of the salty air, he paused to look around the beach to see another figure a ways away. Staying in the water, he slowly approached the other person.

Self-conscious; the term described Celia completely on this festivity. Never having worn a two-piece swimsuit—or bikini—before, the exposure of her body created tension in her body. The only reason she decided to wear this was because of the swimsuit contest that Vesta pushed her to compete in. Still, she pushed the endearing thoughts aside and enjoyed the refreshing chilly water on this hot and sunny day. In the water only up to her hips, she spun slowly whilst gliding her hands on the surface. During one rotation, the beaming brunette noticed the man approaching her.

Hello!♪” She waved enthusiastically, smiling as brightly as the sunshine shone.

He raised a hand in return, using the other to hang onto his hat as the wind picked up. “Hello!” He inched forward into the water, letting it get up just past his ankles. Not really willing to go in much further, he just called to her. “I assume…” He coughed briefly, hoping his words weren’t being blown away. “I assume you’re here for the summer festival, too?”

Summer Heat || Cam & ???

Cam curled his toes into the sand, not really certain whether he was comfortable in the heat or not. He’d scrounged a pair of shorts and a tropical shirt from some box of clothes he never wore in Bluebell, and caught a boat to “somewhere warm.” He wasn’t used to such profound heat, and he could feel sweat starting to bead on his back, thanks to the breeze. He adjusted his straw hat on his head and peered out at the waves, squinting at the sun reflecting off the waves. He walked forward a little, surprised when the water that washed up around his heels felt more like bathwater and less like the icy rivers or his hometown. Taking a deep whiff of the salty air, he paused to look around the beach to see another figure a ways away. Staying in the water, he slowly approached the other person.

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

It was easy for her to tell when somebody was starting to leave reality. Their eyes clouded over, they relaxed, nothing ever seemed to bother them. When it was a drink being involved, it was great. When it was something else affecting them…? Not so much, but she shoved that can of worms into the very back of her mind the second it seemed to creep into her mind.

Cam wasn’t fully gone yet, though, Rosalind noted. Just…in his eyes. Something was there. She’d seen it in married men before, and lonely men at bars. Every person had baggage, but for some it took more to forget and live in the moment.

She reached back to grab the bottle and refill the flute. She giggled softly, looking up at him. “Well, we’re just halfway through. Hopefully the rest of our ride,” she said softly in his ear. She hadn’t finished her first drink yet. She knew what alcohol did to her and it definitely wasn’t good. 

His breath smelled like the sweet champagne, and despite how close they were, he still wasn’t going any further. Of course she would have to be the one to initiate anything. She gave him a small, sweet smile and leaned in so that their lips nearly touched. “To us, Love,” Rosalind murmured before she closed the minuscule gap and kissed him with soft, gentle lips. 

Had the world exploded? No, he didn’t think so. It must have been this… headache. He assumed it was a headache, even though it felt more like a large weight had settled inside his skull, and any movement would disturb it. It’d be nice if he could stop being jostled around, though…

He blinked up at a blurred face, watching it swim back into view. What had happened? Was he still on the boat? Trying to move himself back into sitting position, the weight in his head slid from the back to the front, sending him reeling and groaning back down to the bench, where he promptly tried to curl up in a ball, only to be assaulted further into the ball.

Still curled up, he realized the situation. He must have fallen asleep. It had been at least four years, maybe five since he’d had any alcohol, and any of the tolerance he’d (probably not) developed was gone. The only thing he could really remember was a lot of champagne, Rosa, his wife-for-a-day being more in character than he was really comfortable with, and finally a kiss. Everything else was pretty much gone, but he highly doubted much had happened after that. It had been a warm, sunny day, after all, and he’d been fairly emotionally exhausted.

He tried opening his eyes again, only to be assaulted by the sun. But he had to sit up, at least… He dragged himself into a sitting position, but h e wasn’t happy with it. “Sorry…” he managed to whisper, not sure whether the look on Rosalind’s face was more amused or displeased. He really couldn’t see her that well at all.

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

Rosalind gave a small pout as she moved back away from his shirt. Okay, so maybe not yet, but soon she’d get to see what he had underneath. Her tongue briefly licked her lips in thought. She hoped it was worth the wait, though by how things were going now, it wouldn’t take much longer.

"But it’s a fun game," she giggled, "and I certainly wouldn’t mind playing it with you."

She noticed how his posture changed, how the alcohol was doing its job. She was pleased…until his elbow met her head. She held back a sigh of annoyance, and settled for a slight grimace. Well, maybe the drinks weren’t the best idea, but certainly most convenient. After a few attempts at trying to fix her hair, she gave up and freed it from the various pins, elastics and clips. She ran her hands through it a few times to ensure it wouldn’t look too chunky from the hair spray. 

"Well, it’s very convenient," she pointed out. She easily curled up to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. She could get used to this. "It’s not a bad day to be married at all," she didn’t feel like ruining the ‘magic’ of the situation by mentioning they were threatened into doing this, so Rosalind leaned up and gently kissed his cheek. "I think what makes a day even better is having someone wonderful to share it with," her voice dropped in volume as she moved closer.

Yep. Yep, the world was starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges. Or…maybe that was just her hair. Goddess, it smelled good. Must been the hair spray…or shampoo? He was pretty much surrounded in the smell, like roses. Of course, he thought to himself, laughing a bit and dropping his head back. Roses. Rosalind. It only makes sense.

He awkwardly patted her shoulder only to be surprised when she kissed his cheek. He really shouldn’t have been surprised at this point though. He took yet another drink of the champagne, wondering if would run out any time soon, and hoping it wouldn’t. “So how much longer is that bottle going to last?” he asked, turning his head to face her only to find her quite a bit closer to him than she had been last time he’d looked that way. Despite his light intoxication and being a total lightweight, he still hesitated, some of his remaining inhibitions still remaining.


The flowers had found their way to Cam’s doorstep. Within the floral arrangement was a little note.
Happy Harmony Day, my dear ‘husband.’ Don’t forget about me, yeah?
~Love Rosalind

Cam panicked as he read the card. My address… how did she get my address…? What had even happened…? He could hardly remember, beyond a swan boat and a bottle of champagne. He groaned. He must have told her where he was from…that was the only explanation.
He sighed and returned the favor with a bouquet of orange blossoms. He didn’t think he’d even be able to forget her if he’d wanted to.
I’d assume these are fitting enough in return…technically they are orange blossoms, but they also signify marriage. I hope you enjoy the irony.
—Cam

The flowers had found their way to Cam’s doorstep. Within the floral arrangement was a little note.

Happy Harmony Day, my dear ‘husband.’ Don’t forget about me, yeah?

~Love Rosalind

Cam panicked as he read the card. My address… how did she get my address…? What had even happened…? He could hardly remember, beyond a swan boat and a bottle of champagne. He groaned. He must have told her where he was from…that was the only explanation.

He sighed and returned the favor with a bouquet of orange blossoms. He didn’t think he’d even be able to forget her if he’d wanted to.

I’d assume these are fitting enough in return…technically they are orange blossoms, but they also signify marriage. I hope you enjoy the irony.

—Cam

IT’S A TRAP || Cam & Rosa

tenderknight:

Rosalind laughed softly, watching his face turn from just the pink to the bright red. That was definitely interesting. She had dealt with his kind of people before. It was fun for her, and fairly easy. All she had to do was get him to continue drinking, and he would be hers for the day-and probably part of the night. That was her goal, just to have some fun with her new “husband.” She rolled her eyes with a teasing smile, giving him a good look over. “You aren’t listening to me again, Love,” she sighed, but had to laugh.

She caught the glance at her chest and silently laughed. This was going much better than she had planned. After so little physical contact for so long, this was a refreshing change. She was definitely starting to thrive.

Cam’s question made her laugh and straighten up. “Well, aren’t we becoming a bit personal?~” she teased lightly. Her thin fingers played with the next button on his shirt. “Maybe we should play a little game?” she asked. “Each personal question gets you a little closer to being undressed?” She took another small sip from her glass, eyes laden just slightly. She shifted closer, testing out how he would react to the proximity.

“But, to answer your question, it did come from my breasts,” she giggled. “So, technically, you’ve already hit second base.” Rosalind cuddled up to him contently. “Would you care to check if there are other things down there?” 

He laughed nervously and removed her hands from his buttons. “That’s only fair if we both play,now.” He was starting to feel lighter, a bit…tingly. Ah, this was why he usually avoided alcohol, but it had been a few years and it was spring, he firmly reminded himself. This time might go differently, and much better.

He allowed himself to relax from his overtly rigid posture and slouch a bit, attempting to casually drape and arm over his “wife.” However, the champagne certainly hadn’t made him any more graceful, and he managed to drag his elbow across her hair, upsetting some of the pins that held it in place. “It certainly is a nice day, isn’t it?” He decided to ignore her invitation to investigate, as he was actually starting to enjoy the situation (even if it was still very awkward and unusual, and even if he was still violently pink). No longer trying to gulp the champagne down as quickly, he gestured out across the water. “I mean, all these people here, and somehow they picked the two of us to have to get married.”

tsoocblog:

deluxe ultra luxury super mega swan boat ride
pssst its pseudo transparent around the edges

tsoocblog:

deluxe ultra luxury super mega swan boat ride

pssst its pseudo transparent around the edges

Cam & Elise || Kissing Booth?

snotty-elise:

Of course she didn’t wanted to come! But did she had any other choice? Perhaps, but they were risky. Besides… He seems fairly decent. “I suppose.. I have nothing better to do.” Elise shrugged and decided to follow the guy… She never got his name— Did she? “By the way— My name is Elise Van-Fossen.” She turned around and gave a bow, it was only manners.

"Don’t let my last name frighten you." It always happens, her last name would always make people nervous just because her last name was so… Fancy I suppose. 

Cam was confused by the bow. Didn’t women typically curtsy? Nonetheless, he returned the bow. “I’m Cam. And I don’t see why a last name would frighten me…I’ve grown up around old French and German names.” He laughed lightly.

"So, have you never been to one of these festivals before?"

Spring Festival || Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match

winddragonpriestess:

He has a nice smile. Sonja fidgeted a little as she arrived at the booth. Thoughts of what could go wrong during the “date” consumed her. I’m usually not so nervous about these kind of things! Maybe it’s because I don’t even know him yet? His question brought her back to reality.

"Oh yes! I’m Sonja." She looked up at the purple clad man and gave him a bold smile. There, just keep doing what you’re doing. Just act normal! "So I’m assuming you got one of those cards too? The ‘match maker services’ one?"

A card…? “I just had a very sparkly woman present me with one a little while ago. So…yes?” He scratched his head and looked up at the sky. “I don’t…remember putting my name into anything though.”

"Oh! Do you have a booth here? It might have just been a fun gesture for the vendors." He looked her over for a name tag, but didn’t see one. Well, so much for that idea.