#Black with Green Piping Fitness Hot Shorts
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29: Fuse
Maggie was trained in steam. Good, old-fashioned steam. Pistons and pipes and huge burners producing large amounts of smoke. A. main boiler that you protected since it it went you were done.
She'd worked on steam cannons so large that they could demolish a wall in a single short. She'd repaired steam needle guns that fired so fast that the main problem was getting ammunition into them, not keeping the mechanism working.
These are things you oil, things you tighten, things you can listen to and figure out why they're not working. Steam speaks a language as it flows through pipes, and with experience you can interpret what it's saying and fix anything that comes along.
Unfortunately, one of the issues with working for the Tech-Lords was that every now and then one of them would get an idea to do something different. As a mechanic, you were just expected to ride along and work the same maintenance wonders you always did, even if you had no idea what the theory the thing was working under was.
Lord Fossmorton-Bullwinter had called this new stuff "Electricity", and he'd picked it up on a recent trip to London. It was supposed to be the newest thing. Smaller, quieter, and more powerful than steam could ever be.
Maggie's main problem was that it didn't make any noise. When it was working all you heard was the creaking of the juggernaut as it took each step, and a huge number of crackling noises as it discharged a weapon.
The smell, rather than being that rich mix of wet metal and burned coal dust was more of an acrid odor that made your breath catch in your throat. There were still some gears and levers, but the motors they were attached to were nothing like the pistons she was used to.
The manual she'd been given to work on this thing was essentially a dupli-stat of his Lordship's notes from the London trip. Lots of equations in bad handwriting and small things written in the margins that were either functional diagrams or the words "jolly good" unintelligibly written.
These were, of course, the normal problems one gets used to when working for people whose sanity lasted about as long as the bottle of brandy at a high-class party.
The problem she had right at this moment was that Lord Foss-Bull had decided to take his new toy on a raid to test it, and just as they'd seen the two Truculent-class land spiders coming their way, everything had stopped moving.
The speaking tube whistled. Maggie pulled the whistle out of the tube and her Lord's voice, made no less nasally by a trip through a long metal pipe.
"I say, Mags, could you please check the fuse cabinet. I think we've blown something and could use a bit of power about now, aye? That's a good lass." he said, apparently unperturbed by his approaching and self-inflicted death.
"Aye, M'lord. I'll lock it down." Maggie responded, more out of habit than confidence in her ability repair anything.
The cabinet labeled "Fuses" was fairly apparent, so she opened it to find several rows of large...she assumed...fuses. They each had a handle to grab them by, and were held in place with springs. Each handle had a different color on it, apparently related to its capacity.
"Okay, great. They're like valves for electricity. Easy enough." she said, beginning to inspect them.
One of them was quite clearly hot, and the body and handle of it had been scorched with heat. Pulling an oily rag out of her pocket, she grabbed the handle and pulled, being rather surprised when it popped right out.
She checked the color code. Red. She looked to the spares cabinet for a red fuse. Green. Blue. Yellow. Orange. Black. No red fuses.
She heard a loud noise and the juggernaut shook. She was running out of time. None of the other fuses would fit in the open slot, so she looked at them careful to see how they were made. She'd just have to improvise.
Removing the bare piece of metal from the burned fuse, she shoved in a wrench from her tool belt. It fit...well enough. She then returned to the fusebox and tried to jam it into place. Unfortunately the wrench made it slightly too large. Fortunately she still had her hammer, and with a bit of percussive maintenance was able to get it into place and hit the reset button.
The juggernaut surged to life and began to move again. She looked inside at her improvised fuse and saw that her wrench was beginning to glow slightly. Shame. She like that wrench.
Pulling the whistle from the speaking tube she blew into it.
"Smashing job, Mags! We'll have these steam-powered buggers scrapped in no time!" came his Lordship's voice from the other end.
"That's great, sir, but you may want to hurry it a bit. I'm not sure how long that repair will keep." Maggie said quickly, knowing it was probably pointless.
"We'll just the jolly big guns then! Hold on, lads!" came the distracted response from the other end.
Maggie rolled her eyes, but as she knew her employer, also held on.
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I sat on the couch painting my nails a dark denim blue as the sound of hammers, drills and heavy boots ran through the house. The contractors had been here for a week, repairing the supports holding up the floor, and they were handsome, strong men, who made my pussy ache. I shivered, blinking away the thought of being railed by the men. I stretched, feeling weariness flood over me, I rose and set out some snacks, drinks and a note, “Enjoy some refreshments on me, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me if you need anything.” and settled back on the couch with pillows and a blanket, drifting off easily.
I woke to an usually warm feeling centered on my breasts and my pussy, and as I blinked away the sleep in my eyes I found the three burly contractors surrounding me, the head man with dark eyes, short hair and a nicely trimmed beard was nestled between my thighs, tongue dipping into my pussy and slurping up the nectar that flowed out. The other two, a tall lean man with green eyes and curly hair suckled on my right breast, the left breast in the large calloused hands of the last man with brown eyes and a braid of black hair. I moaned, relaxing into their arms, “I guess you boys needed something from me huh?” my voice as breathy. They chuckled and the head guy released my clit with a loud, wet pop, making me shiver, “You said to have some snacks on you ma’am, and we’ve been wanting to rail you for a weeks. Just seemed like a good time to test the waters.” He dove eagerly back into his oral assault, my hips bucking into his mouth.
The tall lean man stood, pulling up his dust covered hoodie, and popping the button on his black work pants, a very hard, and very long cock popping out, his big hand stroking it, the other threading it’s fingers in my hair, guiding the tip to my lips. I eagerly swallowed it sucking and bobbing my head until the leader pressed the head of a very thick cock against my tight entrance. Our eyes met and he grinned, “Ready for us to lay some pipe ma’am?” He watched my face as I nodded and thrust in to the hilt, stretching and filling me like never before. I gasped for air around the cock in my mouth, and he laughed, the other man snorting, “Looks like a tight fit boss, maybe she needs a little loosening, there’s three pipes that need to be laid and three holes to fills, reckon she might loosen up if I pipe that pretty ass she’s been flashing all week?” His eyes glinted greedily, hands groping and spreading my ass cheeks. The boss laughed, thrusting hard, rubbing my clit with a thumb, “Oh yeah Bruce, with that anaconda in your pants shell be gagging on it. Joe how’s that pretty mouth feel?” He lifted me as Bruce eased under my sliding the tip of his already lubed monster cock against my puckered asshole. Joe, the tall lean man, gasped as my throat clenched around his length, tongue swirling, lips sucking greedily, “Shot boss, it’s the best head I’ve ever had. But if her pussy is anything like her mouth I’m eager to try it out.” He was breathless as he gripped my head with both hands and began to thrust. Bruce took the opportunity to slip the fat head of his cock inside my tight ass, slowly working it into me, inch by inch until he was seated to the hilt. I moaned and squirmed, stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. The boss gripped my thighs, “Alright boys, let’s lay her some pipe and fill her up, gotta pay special attention to this little lady, for giving us snacks.” They laughed in unison and as they pulled out they thrust back in unison, emptying and filling me roughly and rapidly. Bruce cursed in my ear, fingers digging into the flesh of my breasts as he emptied his hot load deep I to my ass, Joe pumping his down my throat and the boss shoving the head of his cock right into my cervix, shooting his baby making goo right into my fertile womb.
They each kissed me softly, getting dressed, looking on my cum covered body with burning desire, “You might need a little more pipe later ma’am, and in about 9 months I imagine you’ll be ready to spring a leak, and we’ll just have to seal you up again.” The sparkling in his eyes told me all I needed to know as I fell back asleep on the couch, dripping cum.
The boss was right, they laid pipe for me several more times and 9 months later I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and within a few weeks Bruce had replaced the boss and fucked his sperm into my womb while Joe filled my ass and the boss my mouth.
Turns out my little house needed a lot of work, and I had the best contractors in town.
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puppy clothes
Your dog is perhaps the family, so why not really dress him upwards for Halloween as well? He'll feel extraordinary in one of these effortless make dog costume. dog halloween costume
If your dog isn't actually comfortable in a entire Halloween costume (or only just refuses to wear one), he may enjoy carrying only a bandanna. Make an effort an orange together with black bandanna and applique a pumpkin or skeleton using a bandanna for your dog's Halloween costume.
For those very little sweeties who will dress in anything to you need to you, here are 15 costume ideas to get dog costumes.
A good Hot Dog Costume outfit: Items needed for that costume are light-weight tan foam, physical structure harness and seemed for mustard and also ketchup. Cut released the 2 sides within the hot dog bun from the foam. A buns should be the time your dog's once again. Round off the tips of the buns by using scissors. Attach that buns to each and every side of your dog's body harness and additionally add the noticed mustard or ketchup you have cut out there down your dog's back. Using your dog's harness makes this approach costume easy as well as the costume will stay set and not slip.
Bumble Bee Pet Costume for halloween: Measure your dog's back from throat to tail. By using yellow fabric, produce a cape that neckties at the neck. Or simply instead of a cape, use a small discolored short sleeve clothing that your dog's the front legs will accommodate through.
Using dark felt, cut out and about stripes and sew them on the orange cape or top. Measure your dog's head and create a yellow felt level that his favourite songs will fit with. For the bee's antennae, use two schokohäutige pipe cleaners in addition to two small Styrofoam balls painted green or use white pom poms. By using glue, attach this balls to the the top pipe cleaners thereafter attach the water pipe cleaners to the discolored felt cap.
Period Box Dog Halloween costume: You will need a cardboard box that is do not or wider as opposed to your dog's core. Spray paint your box with precious metal silver paint. Subsequently draw the two around speakers, radio face and knobs, having a sharpie and your thoughts. Once you are done generating the boom compartment, cut out a part of the box at which your dog's hind legs go and include the boom pack to a dog take advantage of. This also works in a cassette tape, toaster, school bus or even anything with a proverbial box shape.
Tootsie Recede Dog Costume: Purchase a white pillow claim that is about a ft . longer than your puppy. Using a tootsie recede as an example, sew browning and red materials onto the center of that white pillow event. Out of white material cut out what "Tootsie Roll Pup" and sew the language on the brown cloth. Cut out 3 holes for your dog's legs to go through allowing about 4 to 6 inches wide of pillow scenario on each conclusion. Once you have placed this costume on your puppy add white, luxury stuffing and tie up off each close with string however , keep it cozy… so not overly tight.
Pretty Romantic Dog Costume: This particular costume consists of simply a cone shaped headdress made out of silk. Select silk or some form of shiny fabric inside the color of your personal preference. Take construction report and make a cone that will fit the most notable of your dog's face, then glue or simply staple it with each other. Now glue your fabric to the daily news cone and abandon a semi-long show that will float around your dog's spine. Add a string and elastic band going under your dog's chin and, voila! you have a little princess!
Fast and simple Dog Costumes:
Cowboy Dog Costume: Wrap a colorful bandanna around your dog's neck and set a small cowboy head wear on the top of her head. Make sure a cowboy hat is normally small and lightweight with a narrow adaptable headband. You can give up here or moreover depending on your dog's size, add a infant's play gun holster around his lessen body and while you're watching hind legs.
A Baby Dog Fancy dress costume: Place a baby hood on your dog's brain and dress them in baby attire then place your canine friend baby in a babe carriage. Little girls adore this one.
Super Sensei Pet Costume: Capes are super easy to earn for your pet and also you could just acquire one and wrap it around a dog's neck. Select Super Dog, Search engine spider Dog or even that Green Hornet Pet. Get creative because of this idea and then add of your own touches.
Little league Player Dog Costume outfit: Buy a large or even small football hat of your favorite power team and put it on your canine with his or your girlfriend front legs on the arm holes. At this moment you have a real organization player!
Prisoner Pup Costume: Buy a whitened t-shirt that will in shape your dog and with black color spray paint add more black stripes with the t-shirt. You might perhaps be able to find a written agreement striped shirt that could work. With a mathematical stencil or just cost-free hand using a sharpie, write your dog's inmate number over the back. Now spot a white restrict on his top of your head with the words TERRIBLE DOG or CAPTIVE written on the top of the glass.
Robin Hood Puppy Costume: This is a extremely cute outfit for your little mate. Using green experienced, make a cape which can be as long as your dog's back but would not touch the ground to the sides. Make sure this cape can be linked around the dog's guitar's neck. Measure your dog's head and with exactly the same green felt develop a sailor type crown that is folded on the edges along with glue or stitch a feather upon the hat.
Softball Player Dog Costume for halloween: All you need to make this particular costume is to get hold of a baseball shirt inside of a boy's or males size, depending on the sizing of your dog, as well as a baseball cap to fit. You may want to attach stretchy to the baseball cover so that it will stay within your dog's head. Site your dog's facade legs through the abs of the shirt together with button it upward.
Doctor Dog Halloween costume: With a lab dress or white tee shirt without tails and additionally kid's doctor set, your dog can be a medical professional for Halloween. Sew 2 or 3 pockets sideways of the shirt so they are on together sides of your pet dog. In the pockets site items such as a stethoscope, band aids and so forth Place your dog's doctor name for the name tag in addition to attach it for the label of the research coat or t shirt.
Lady Bug Pet dog Costume: Using white felt, cut your felt into a lovely lady bug shape and next add a tie on the top bar to go around a person's dog's neck. Right now using black was feeling, cut out round of golf dots and sew them to the red-colored bug shaped cape. Make a little top to fit your dogs scalp and add modest bug eyes along with antennae. Stitch your strip of thinner elastic to the level so that it will stay upon your dog's head.
Ballerina Dog Costume: Only just buy a tutu for the girl dog. Always make sure it fits appropriately or sew this so it does. Perhaps adding elastic going without running shoes might do the trick.
Putting on a costume your dog for Bloody halloween is fun to suit your needs but not always interesting for your dog. Below are a few simple guidelines thus dressing up your pet inside dog Halloween costumes can be more enjoyable for each of you.
The most important thing to remember is usually to always choose a family pet costume that will on no account obstruct your dog's senses, such as inhaling, seeing and ability to hear. Make sure the dog halloween costume doesn't fit much too tightly around the the neck and throat. Do
References
Dog fashion
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_fashion
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Catchup 8
For all you entrepreneurs out here, blank sens spikes, yellow cloth and insect repellant are selling hot right now. Also wondering, anyone ever feel like they're being watched, after using green spikes? I asked someone about it, and they said 'It's a door, not a window.' //Axol
Been finding bodies ... yeah, hold on before you interrupt. Bodies without any blood in them. So, what's up? There a blood shortage? I know it sells, sure. Some folks are either sloppy or desperate for the red. //Draugr
Swear it felt like I almost walked in on a vein being tapped while I was checking out a place ... don't ask. Anyway, body was still warm. Felt like I was being watched. //Draugr
Just gotta rant heads, favorite turkish grill just got lit up in some pimp’s turf war, as if these pricks need another street corner more’n I need my protein block döner, you could barely tell the difference! And their pilav was the real deal, man... // Franceska
Just a heads up, there’s a Tower checkpoint a couple streets out from Gamble, looks like a crew knocked over some kinda warehouse. Anyway, long story short is Tower’s pissed, more pissed than usual so avoid that area if you don’t want your knees broke. Happy shopping all! //Enn
People don't think about it, but there's a lot of religious diversity here. Holo Jesus and doomsayers. Druggie bug cultists and black magic what-have-yous. Techno collectivists worshipping some kind of machine. Weird stuff. But just people trying figure their shit out. // Draugr
Been encountering some weird shit on the streets recently, a lotta people in accidents, crashes, falls, fits, so far so normal yeah? Well, a bunch of these people had these weird iridescent eyes and seemed to be in some kinda trance, anyone know anything about this? //Enn
Following up on that question about explosives earlier: I found a box of pipe bombs in an abandoned squat not that long ago. Homemade. Probably local. Either way, an influx of explosives is a bad sign. //Draugr
The proof of our failure is that even with the bounty of cybernetic and genetic augmentation we are content to exceed our humanity only mentally and physically, but not morally. //Panzer Kunst:0.1
We who should use our self creation to be angels have made ourself demons with fresh hells to occupy. //Panzer Kunst:0.1
Walking down a sidestreet a little after midnight, heard someone singing up on a roof somewhere. Crisp. Clear. Unfiltered. When was the last time you sang? //The Maenad
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Kabab Koobideh KABOB KOOBIDEH | GRILLED MINCED MEAT KABOB Yields 10 kabobs. Serves about 4, (2+ kabobs per person) You will need: charcoal grill prepared with hot coals or a gas grill preheated to high Ten 1-inch wide stainless steel skewers (available in most Persian or Middle Eastern markets) Narrow skewers or metal grilling basket for grilling the vegetables Author: Homa Recipe type: Kabob/Chelokabob (Rice & Kabob) Cuisine: Persian Ingredients 1 ½ pounds ground beef (80-85% lean) 1 pound ground lamb (80-85% lean) 1 ½ medium yellow onions, quartered 3 garlic cloves, peeled and minced 1 egg 1 tsp salt 1 tsp sumac (sold at the Middle Eastern markets) ½ tsp ground black pepper ½ tsp turmeric powder ¼ cup butter, melted (for brushing over the kabobs after grilling) FOR THE GRILLED VEGETABLES 4 ripe but firm Roma tomatoes 1 large green bell pepper, stem removed, deseeded and quartered Olive oil to brush the vegetables with before grilling Instructions 1. You will need ten 1-inch metal skewers. 2. For best results the meat should be fresh (not previously frozen) and at room temperature. 3. Finely chop the onion pieces in a food processor until very juicy. Place a fine metal mesh over a bowl and strain the processed onion by pressing it with a spatula. Discard the juice. 4. Add the remaining onion pulp to a medium bowl. 5. Add the ground beef and lamb, minced garlic, salt, spices and egg to the bowl. Knead all of the ingredients for several minutes until the mixture is paste like and sticks together without falling apart. 6. Fill up a small bowl with tap water, this is for wetting your fingers so the meat does not stick to them when you are making the kabobs. 7. Divide the meat into 10 equal balls. 8. Get one of the balls of meat in the palm of your hand, place the skewer on top of it and squeeze the meat around the skewer. Once you make sure that meat is not going to fall off, start squeezing it from top to bottom and cover the middle section of the skewer. Leave the top and bottom of the skewer clear. Wet your fingers with the tap water and keep squeezing and spreading the meat evenly around the skewer. The meat should be about ½ inch thick all around the skewer. 9. Set the skewer gently on a shallow baking sheet with sides, so the meat does not touch the floor of the baking sheet. Continue making the rest of the kabobs. At this point the uncooked kabobs can sit over the counter while you get the grill ready. 10. To Grill Kabob Koobideh: You will need two square metal pipes that you will place parallel to each other on top and bottom of the cooking grate of your grill lengthwise. The top pipe is for placing the tip of the skewers and the bottom one is for the handles. This is so the skewers are raised and the meat does not touch the hot grate, otherwise it will stick and fall right off. 11. The coals are ready when they are gray and covered with ash. 12. If you’re grilling vegetables it is always better to skewer them separate from the kabobs. I use thinner skewers for the vegetables because if the skewers are too wide the turgid vegetables such as green peppers will tear and fall apart. 13. The vegetables take longer to grill than the meat, so if the space is limited, grill the vegetables first and keep them warm under an aluminum foil. If there is enough grilling surface start grilling the veggies first and halfway through grilling, start the kabobs. 14. Place as many kabob skewers as you can fit on the grill, leave some space between them. As soon as you are done arranging all the skewers, start turning the first skewer and keep turning the rest in the order that you have placed them on the grill. The reason for this quick turning is to cook both sides of the kabobs for a short time so the meat cooks and firms up all around and does not fall off the skewer. Do not overcook the kabobs because they are thin and tend to dry out. Turn the kabobs again until you get the doneness you desire. The kabobs should have a nice grilled color on the outside and no longer pink inside, but still very juicy. 15. When the kabobs are ready, remove them from the heat and into a container lined with a large aluminum foil. Keep the kabobs covered with the foil until ready to serve. 16. To serve, use a piece of flat bread (Sangak, soft lavash, or pita bread) larger than the palm of your hand. Start at the end with handle, grab the kabob and slide it off the skewer onto the serving platter. This is the easiest and safest way to pull the kabobs off the skewer. The flavorful kabob juices make the bread so delicious that everyone will want a piece. 17. Brush melted butter over the kabobs. 18. Enjoy Kabob Koobideh with Persian rice that has been tossed with cubed softened butter and a sprinkle of sumac. Serve it with a side of grilled vegetables, a slice of raw red or white onion and Sabzi Khordan (fresh herbs). The drink of choice is usually Doogh (Persian yogurt drink) 19. This kabob is equally delicious served with grilled vegetables over Sangak or Lavash, which are both Persian flat breads. Notes The inside temperature of grilled ground beef should be 160 F. If your KitchenAid has a meat grinder attachment try making your own ground beef from cross rib roast, chuck roast or any variety of marbleized meat at home. Doogh (Persian Yogurt Drink) - Mix equal parts water or club soda with yogurt. Add salt and pepper to taste. Sprinkle lightly with dried Persian Kakooti (Dried Greek oregano or dried thyme make a good substitute). Serve in glasses over ice cubes. {UPDATE} VARIATION: Use 3 pounds of ground lamb instead of the beef/lamb combo. Add ⅓ cup dried tarragon leaves to the mix. Follow the rest of the recipe as indicated.
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Not So Berry Challenge 2
Couldn’t get enough of the original Not So Berry Legacy Challenge? Wishing you could play a challenge with all the new packs, careers, and aspirations? If you’ve been daydreaming about an updated Not So Berry Challenge (2020), look no further!
Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge 2, a ten generation rags-to-riches legacy challenge with colour-themed heirs. Note: This challenge requires basically every pack except My First Pet Stuff and Journey to Batuu (...y’all know why).
Thank you to @lilsimsie and @alwaysimming for the inspiration (and the rules!).
Basic rules:
Each heir must represent the colour of the generation (like hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly-coloured skin isn’t necessary.
The colours of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.
Cheats can be used, but not excessively.
You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.
Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.
Keep the lifespan on normal.
Generation One: Onyx
Long story short, your family kicked you out. Whatever. You couldn’t care less! You’ve always been the black sheep of the family, and now you’ve got to go out on your own just like you always planned. You work odd jobs to make ends meet, but you never seem to get ahead.
Traits: Slob, Evil, Freegan
Aspiration: Beach Life
Career: Odd jobs only
Rules:
Complete the Beach Life aspiration.
Start on an empty lot with 100 Simoleons. Hard mode: Start as a teen.
Marry the first adult Sim to rate you 5 stars for a job.
Max the fishing and fabrication skills.
Your only friend is your spouse.
Generation Two: Sapphire
Growing up, you had a hard life. Your parents were always struggling, and they rarely had time to raise you. You spent a lot of time eating snacks instead of meals and hanging out at the park. Honestly? You kind of resent them for it. You know you’ll never treat your own kids that way. In fact, you’d do anything for your kids… including indulging in a little five-finger discount at the neighbour’s house.
Traits: Family-Oriented, Kleptomaniac, Loves Outdoors
Aspiration: Big Happy Family
Career: Babysitter (Teen), Business
Rules:
Complete the Big Happy Family aspiration and reach level 10 of the Business career.
Max the logic, mischief, and parenting skills.
Have a negative relationship with both your parents.
Every time you Woohoo, it must be “try for a baby”.
Add a new piercing or tattoo for every new child you have.
Generation Three: Morganite
You were raised in a hectic household. You shared a room with all your siblings, and never got an ounce of privacy. To get away from it all, you spent your days on the monkey bars and later on the rock-climbing wall. You get an apartment on your own as soon as you’re old enough in a faraway town, and learn quickly that you’re much more special than your upbringing would have you believe.
Traits: Adventurous, Proper, Self-Absorbed
Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast
Career: Style Influencer
Rules:
Complete the Extreme Sports Enthusiast aspiration and reach level 10 of the Style Influencer career.
Max the fitness, rock climbing, and the skiing or snowboarding skills.
Move to Mt. Komorebi as a young adult.
Marry a Sim you meet on the slopes.
Have one child only (you may cheat for this).
Generation Four: Quartz
Your parent was a bit of a public figure, but you always shied away from the limelight. You like cats and romance novels, and all you really want to do is knit clothes for charity. You lead a book club and sometimes play the piano when the other book club members ask you to.
Traits: Cat-Lover, Creative, Bookworm
Aspiration: Lord or Lady of the Knits
Career: Politician (Charity Organizer branch)
Rules:
Complete the Lord or Lady of the Knits aspiration and reach level 10 of the Politician career in the Charity Organizer branch.
Max the knitting, charisma, and piano skills.
Adopt at least two cats from the shelter and one stray cat.
Lead a book club.
Have an on-again, off-again relationship with a book club member.
Never marry.
Generation Five: Citrine
You’ve always wanted to be the best at everything. You really, really want to impress your parent, but they don’t seem to have time for you between caring for all the cats and the book club. You get the best grades in school, participate in extracurriculars, and you even party the hardest at university. You never want to settle down, but you can’t stop love from sprouting when one day your academic rival winks instead of snarls. Also, you really, really hate cats.
Traits: Ambitious, Genius, Perfectionist
Aspiration: Academic
Career: Scout (Child/Teen), Engineer
Rules:
Complete the Academic aspiration and reach level 10 of the Engineer career.
Max the robotics, research and debate, dancing, and DJ mixing skills.
Go to university, live on campus, and get a degree (Computer Science or Physics).
Marry a Sim from the rival university.
As an elder, pursue a second degree.
Generation Six: Jade
As the child of an engineer, you’re familiar with mechanics and electricity and the inevitable dark plumes of smoke. As you get older, you realize you want to make up for the carbon footprint of your parent through living an entirely green life. As a vegetarian, you love thinking up new and creative recipes, and the cooking channel is the soundtrack of your life.
Traits: Vegetarian, Green Fiend, Recycle Disciple
Aspiration: Eco Innovator
Career: Civil Designer
Rules:
Complete the Eco Innovator aspiration and reach level 10 of the Civil Designer career.
Max the cooking, gourmet cooking, and juice fizzing skills.
Have a “green” lot with extremely reduced bills.
Maintain an herb garden for your kitchen.
Host a community barbecue every Saturday afternoon.
Generation Seven: Amber
After growing up on collard greens and tofu, you can’t help but eat as much as you can of everything that you can. Your parent was entirely selfless, but all you ever wanted was to be spoiled. You make it your mission in life to be as rich as possible, and to become super famous through acting. Right before your death, you're overcome by altruism and give the family fortune to charity.
Traits: Self-Assured, Hates Children, Glutton
Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy
Career: Actor
Rules:
Complete the Fabulously Wealthy aspiration and reach level 10 of the Acting career.
Max the acting and mixology skills.
Marry an actor more famous than you.
As an elder, master the wellness skill.
On your Sim’s final day of life, use the “money 100” cheat.
Generation Eight: Amazonite
Okay, so, your parent went off the deep end and now you have no money. Not to worry! You’ve always been interested in the outdoors and travelling, so you decide to become an archaeologist. That’ll bring in some money… right? You take on a job gardening too, just in case.
Traits: Goofball, Good, Erratic
Aspiration: Archaeology Scholar
Career: Gardener
Rules:
Complete the Archaeology Scholar aspiration and reach level 10 of the Gardening career.
Max the archaeology, gardening, and Selvadorian culture skills.
Collect all 9 relics.
Have twins a few days before you become an elder (you may cheat for this).
Generation Nine: Topaz
You’re a really important person in your career, which kind of sucks because you’re also secretly a magician! When you were very young, you tried to use magic to prevent your elderly parents from dying. Spoiler alert: It didn’t work, but you continued on your spellcasting journey. You use humour to deflect questions about unearthly happenings around you. Your faithful dog is your closest companion, but also much too smart for a regular dog… Hopefully no one at work catches on.
Traits: Clumsy, Loner, Cheerful
Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery
Career: Salaryperson
Rules:
Complete the Spellcraft & Sorcery aspiration and reach level 10 of the Salaryperson career.
Max the comedy and pet training skills.
Have a familiar (preferably your dog, but it’s up to you!).
Break up with your partner when they realize you’re a magician. Then, marry them to make sure they keep the secret.
Generation Ten: Ruby
Your family has a long and lustrous history. You’ve been told your oldest ancestor had nothing but 100 Simoleons to their name. Well, you have no interest in letting your good name come to an end. You seek to maintain the bloodline forevermore with immortality (...and social media).
Traits: Snob, Art-Lover, Hot-Headed
Aspiration: Vampire Family
Career: Social Media (Internet Personality branch)
Rules:
Complete the Vampire Family aspiration and reach level 10 of the Social Media career in the Internet Personality branch.
Max the painting, pipe organ, media production, and vampire lore skills.
Become a master vampire.
Become a 5-star celebrity.
Turn your spouse into a vampire*.
*You may, if you wish, name the Ruby heir Carlisle. You may not, under any circumstances, name them Edward.
Congratulations! You’ve completed the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge 2! …Now what?
#the sims 4 not so berry#not so berry#not so berry challenge#not so berry challenge 2#sims 4 challenge#sims 4 challenges#not so berry update#not so berry challenge update#sims 4#ts4#sims 4 legacy#sims 4 legacy challenge#notsoberry#lilsimsie#alwaysimming
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hi yes the benimaru fic i mentioned earlier— fire force fandom will you let me in please??🥺🥺 i don’t know what i’m dealing with fanbase wise mmfldjfj sometimes it feels like i’m head over heels for bens by myself so... i’ll drop this here for now.. see how it goes and i’ll continue w/ a second part if ff isn’t dead
nsfw themes throughout, so please read my disclaimer if you’re new. enjoy :)
w.c: 1.7k, characters: 9.6k (incl spaces)
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there’s a certain sluggish quality that plagues your movements. it’s not fatigue or incompetence. or so benimaru would hope.
his mix matched gaze glosses over your unnecessary movements. that extra exhale you hiss, the additional bat of your eyelashes and the excessive perspiration that drips onto the earth below.
“stop.” he commands, tone low and stern as it pierces through the open air.
“huh? captain shinmon, i’m fine. we can keep going.” you huff through laboured breaths, pausing to gasp and drink in the plentiful oxygen around you.
“it’s one thing if you’re overworking your muscles. it’s another if you’re running a fever. go inside.”
“b-but captain-“
benimaru shoots you a dead stare, keeping his statement rooted deep where he stands.
judging by the bruises that adorn your knees, you know better than to disobey the captain.
“waka! have you seen (l/n)?” konro lingers in the doorframe of the main communal area, gaze scanning for one of his colleagues.
“she’s in her room. why?”
“her room? she has a few errands to run. is she feeling okay?”
“she’s running a fever.” benimaru exhales, shifting to get up from the table. he lightly scratches the back of his neck, adorning that usual aloof facial expression.
“in the middle of summer? how’d that happen?” konro chuckles through a small glimpse of bewilderment. of course he’d be concerned for one of his best recruits.
“hell if i know. what do we need? i’ll head out.”
if anything, benimaru is probably the sole reason why you’re running a fever. why he subjected to railing you underneath water that felt like it was nearing sub-zero was beyond you. it’s not like he’s about to admit he enjoys fucking his special little fire soldier. how he relishes and engrains the sight of your fucked out facial expression deep into his head, burning the image into his retinas. shit, you wouldn’t be surprised if the reason why he sometimes spaces out is because of you.
it’s always been blatantly obvious that you’re the captain’s favourite, no matter how much he denies it and how many glares he shoots at the people from other companies. you’re always left apologising for his behaviour, attempting to keep a straight face.
for the one time you dragged him out to patrol with you, and the amount of incessant whining, complaints and bribes you offered your captain, after a full month of lovely slow burn he decided to come along with you. he just up and left, had the audacity to turn around and ask you why you’re still standing there. benimaru always kept his distance to yours close, in fact the separation was almost minimal. you could feel his shoulders ghost over you.
every time he noticed someone staring at your figure for a little bit too long to be deemed appropriate, he hissed a scoff of distaste. at around the third or fourth person, you were already forced to deal with his short temper.
“what the hell are you gawking at? mind your damn business.”
but sure. apparently you’re not his favourite.
he can scoff and complain all he wants, but that won’t stop him even now from lazily snaking his hand around to his favourite baby girl’s waist. to him, this seems like the most normal thing.
“how else is she going to stand upright? she’s all stick and bones, the wind will knock her right over.”
okay, benimaru. you keep telling yourself that. even when his fingers feel an itch every time they’re not touching a part of your skin. he tends to get a whole lot more mouthy and irritable every time you’re not around, too.
hell, even his own townsfolk pick up on the fact that he’s out and about more. rounds that he always left to the lesser important underlings became more commonplace, especially with you by his side.
but the things that go on behind closed doors?
his peppermint red eyes that haunt your mind, infiltrating your very thoughts. you could be minding your business, going on about your day until you get an abrupt flicker of his mundane tic-tac-toe gaze staring up at you from in between your thighs.
you could be taking care of hinata and hikage, entertaining their antics when you feel the weight of benimaru’s stare burn holes into your uniform.
you could be doing your daily sparring with the captain. in the zone, breath held and blood stream steady until you remember the feel of his hot tongue trailing along the side of your neck. for someone who seems to be stuck in a perpetual state of sadness, you always catch the arrogant smirk that pulls at his lips.
“thinking of something?” he’ll cock his eyebrows, using the distraction to take a jab to your gut.
you groan, stirring around in your bed. you hate him, hate that stupid half lidded gaze of his. you hate how soft his wavy jet black locks are. the way the strands tug and bend whenever you try to yank his face away from your cunt. you run your fingers through your hair in a valiant yet futile attempt to free your thoughts from your captain. it’s only three o’clock in the afternoon, and you haven’t done anything but reminisce about your lover for the past hour and a half.
a meek and uneven sigh hisses from your lips. your eyes screw open and you flinch at the hard sunlight that pours in from the window. as you use the inner portion of your elbow to shield your gaze, you catch glimpse of a very familiar figure in the doorway.
“captain shinmon?” you inquire, propping yourself up onto your elbows. he closes the door behind him. you’re certain that you looked like a loyal dog sat panting and wagging its tail upon discovering the return of their owner.
“excited to see me?” he remarks in a flat tone, opening the grocery bag he’s carrying before setting a few things down onto your nightstand. it’s mostly medicine, though he snags a few of your favourite snacks and drinks. there’s also one of those fascinating green tea bottles that you buy at the vending machines, except they’re served piping hot.
“how’re you feeling?”
“i told you i was going to get sick if we had the water that cold.” you huff, averting your gaze in a fit.
“not my problem you can’t take a little temperature difference”
“a little? that shit was freezing! how the hell can you take water that cold?”
“how can you not?”
you chuckle a little, shifting to stare up at the ceiling.
“don’t you have paperwork to do?”
“you know i don’t do paperwork. sure as hell not gonna start doing it now.” benimaru huffs, kicking his boots off by the door. you can hear his clothes rustling and your head snaps to face him. he shoots you a glare, as though to scold you. it’s dripping on his face. ‘really? you’re so eager.’
“move up.” he cocks his head to the side, motioning for you to move over. you shift up, room spinning a little too much for your tastes. the mattress dips with his weight and his right arm (our left) reflexively hangs in the air for you to dip your head into the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet. he discards his navy kimono, the article of clothing hangs on one of the hooks at the back of your door. it’s probably not much comfort for him to be relaxing in a bed with half of his uniform still on.
you squish your face against his hard chest, head rising and falling in time with his breathing. the said arm relaxes and his hand rests against your shoulder. subsequently, you realise this is the first time you’ve seen him fully without his kimono on. at the very least, he’d still have the other sleeve on.
benimaru notices your blatant staring at his other arm. he can’t comprehend why you’d gawk at it now, since he’s used it plenty of times to choke you.
he hums a small ‘hm’ in question, asking you what you’re so fascinated about. you can feel his voice thrum and rock against his chest, it sends small shivers licking your body that he doesn’t miss.
“you look so funny without your kimono on. why don’t you wear it like this more often?” you drag your nails softly against his biceps. there’s a small groan that hisses from him. as you await his response, you outline a large vein that runs from his upper arm and trails down all the way to his wrist.
“i get cold easily.”
“then why did you take a shower with me?”
“are you hearing yourself?”
surely a little bit of his body temperature was enough to sacrifice. even if it meant he was sneezing a little bit and shivering afterwards.
“seriously? you can take a tranquiliser but you can’t stand a little cold?”
“you’ll make a shitty wife if you can’t even keep me warm.”
“beni!” you hiss at benimaru in appaul, craning your face up to guffaw at him. the manners on him sometimes are despicable.
you pout, shifting your upper weight to flick benimaru in between his eyebrows. he screws his face in mutiny, lips curled into a scowl.
you and him both know that if it were anyone else flicking him like that, they’d be sent crashing through six different blocks of houses down the street.
“oi.” he warns you, tutting.
“konro come by and work some voodoo magic bullshit on you? ‘cause you’re testing your luck by pissing me off. you’re such a menace when you’re sick, it’s unbelievable.”
you hum in awe, inching your face closer towards his. there’s a wave of mockery that paints your face green and you can only laugh at the unrest that swirls in benimaru’s eyes.
he won’t have his pet talking down to him like that. no, no. that just won’t do.
“oh? really? you want me to do it again?” you flash him a cocky smirk, digits curled into a flicking position. you rest the bridge of your middle finger against benimaru’s forehead, slicking some of his charcoal stained locks out the way.
his left hand flies to catch your hand in an instant. with just two of his fingers, he can wrap himself around your wrist. his touch is assertive, firm. he can drag you the fuck away from him as he pleases, but there’s no real malice or force behind him just yet.
“yeah? try me.” he barks, peering down at you through his lashes.
you just might.
#?? i hope he sounds okay?#his dialogue was extremely finicky to me#i’ve heard lots of people complain that their or someone elses beni sounded ooc so ihope thats not the case here#benimaru shinmon#benimaru x you#benimaru x y/n#benimaru x reader#fire force x y/n#fire force x reader#fire force x you#fire force#fire force imagines#fire force self insert#fire force smut#fire force hcs#fire force headcanons
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Yo-yo’s Girl
Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Black!Reader
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.6k
Request: N/A
Summary: Kyoya’s girlfriend is a lot a bit different than what they expected.
Warnings: None, could be read as a chubby or plus size reader!
A/N: This was self indulgent. I wrote this at like 2 AM and didn’t know until I woke up.
"Do you really think this is going to work?" Haruhi asked, already done with Tamaki's antics. She knew this was a bad idea but with the promise of some of her debt being removed, she couldn't find herself to do anything but go along with the blonde's crazy scheme.
"Why of course it will! When have you ever known of my plans to go wrong?" He responded, placing a hand over his heart as he swooned around dramatically. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged looks with each other before looking back at Tamaki.
"Do you really want us to answer that?" They chimed, causing Tamaki to deflate with a defeated look. He looked over at Haruhi with puppy dog eyes, hoping the girl would agree with him. She offered him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Listen senpai, don't get me wrong, sometimes your ideas are great but isn't this...a bit much? I mean why can't we just ask Kyoya about his love life? Do we really need this elaborate plan?" She asked, hoping he would budge. She looked down as Honey hung off her arm, Mori trailing behind him.
"Don't be silly, Haru-chan! Kyoya senpai is a private guy. He wouldn't trust us with anything like that." He said, climbing off the girl and back onto Mori. She let her eyes drift to Mori in hopes he'd help but he just let out a grunt of agreement. She sighed in defeat knowing she wasn't going to get through to them. How had they gotten into this dumb plan in the first place?
It all started when Tamaki overheard Kyoya on the phone with someone and from the tone in the raven haired boy's voice, he assumed it was a girl. More specifically, his girlfriend. However, any other time Tamaki didn't wanna intrude so to avoid doing so, he decided they would all follow him after school to see if that's where he was going!
As they saw a familiar head of black hair walk towards the school gates, they all began to walk behind him, attempting to be as quiet as possible. They had been following him for a few blocks, leading to a nice but unfamiliar part of town; however as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, they all began to hide behind a bush but halted their motions when they heard him speak.
"Do you honestly think I didn't see any of you?" He questioned, not even turning around. They all stayed quiet in hopes that he would assume himself as crazy and continue to make his way down the street. But, as he turned around, parting the bushes, that idea flew out the window.
"Hey Kyoya! My dearest friend, I'd even go as far as to call you my bro-"
"Cut the bullshit Tamaki. Let me guess." He pushed his glasses up his nose before clearing his throat. "You thought that if you followed me you'd get to see my girlfriend, correct?" He asked, their wide eyes answering his question. However, where was the fun in that?
"That's exactly what we were doing! We wanna meet your girlfriend, Kyo-chan!" Honey piped up. The twins glared at him for his willingness to comply with Kyoya's questions so easily. Meanwhile Haruhi just sighed, slumping down even further.
"If you wanted to meet my girlfriend, you all could've just asked. I expected more from you, Haruhi. You should've known better." He chastised, watching the girl who's left eye was currently twitching. Without another word, Kyoya kept down his path towards the airport, leaving his companions to fight amongst each other.
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It was Friday of the same week and the rest of the hosts were beginning to grow hopeless about meeting Kyoya's girlfriend. Was she even real? Perhaps Tamaki's senses had been wrong and the conversation that played out earlier that week was simply meant to teach them a lesson. However, as the hosts were shutting things down for the day, slowly gathering there things to go home, Kyoya cleared his throat. They all turned to him, curious to what he had to say.
"Leaving so soon? And to think (Y/n) was coming to visit today. Oh well, I'll tell her you all said hi." Kyoya started, turning around to face the window. 3, 2,.. a chorus of hot fire questions started around him causing him to chuckle under his breath. "One at a time, I can't answer you all at once."
"Why doesn't (Y/n)-chan go to school with us?" Honey started, staring up at the tall boy. Kyoya turned to face the group, brushing off his blazer as he did so.
"She does during a portion of the year. Due to her parent's line of business, (Y/n) does one semester in the United States and one here in Japan. However, she is originally from America. Next question?"
"What do her parents do?" The twins said, angry with each other that they had asked the same question. "I thought my question was original.."
"I'm sure you've heard of the (L/n)'s before. They specialize in state of the art technology of all forms. Best selling in all of Japan. However, (Y/n) also has her own business under her parents that deals with unbreakable fine china, some of the best of it's kind but I'm afraid I'm biased." He smiled at the thought of his girlfriend, catching the other host off guard. Who was this girl who was able to make Kyoya smile?
"What's she like, senpai? I'm sure she must be special to catch your attention." Haruhi inquired. Kyoya felt his cheeks heat up as he thought of the many things he enjoyed about his girlfriend. He turned back to the window, looking out it once again.
"She makes me laugh and she's beautiful. Don't tell her that though. She always gets a big head when you do." He muttered, checking his watch for the time. She should've been here by now.
"She sounds absolutely radiant, Kyoya! When is she going to show?" Tamaki asked, sighing dreamily at the thought of his closest friend in love with a beautiful girl. Kyoya looked at the clock across the room before frowning slightly.
"She was supposed to.." he trailed off at the sound of his name being screamed continuously and the sound of loud footsteps growing closer. All of a sudden a blur of brown skin and thick thighs stormed in, jumping onto the man. Mori put Honey down, ready to fight if need be but stopped once he saw Kyoya wrap his arms around the girl, embracing her tightly.
"Darling! I'm sorry I'm late, I got hungry and stopped by that little bakery you showed me the other day!" The girl said, looking up at the boy who had an uncharacteristically warm smile. Everyone was even more shocked as he let out a laugh, stroking some of the girl's braids behind her back. She was a short girl, full of curves and rolls in all the right places. Her outfit was very casual compared to the things Kyoya wore on his free time. She had on a jean skirt and a form fitting striped shirt that made the undertones of her soft brown skin pop.
"I told you to let me know if you plan on going places beforehand. You know how sidetracked you get. You easily could've gotten lost." He lectured causing the girl to roll her eyes. She pouted, crossing her arms around her chest.
"Okay and? Clearly I didn't. Lay off 4 eyes. I'm here now aren't I? That's all that matters!" She jumped out of the boys arms finally before turning to face the rest of them. They all had the same question: 'How could such an energetic girl be with Kyoya?' "You're definitely Tamaki." She said, pointing to the blonde. He had a flattered look on as he began to say something but she cut him off. "You look just as annoying as Yo-yo said." She finished. Hikaru began to comfort their boss in the corner as Kaoru began to laugh.
"Yo-yo?" He choked out, laughing a bit more. Kyoya's face began to heat up more as he looked down at the short girl, a pissed expression on his face.
"(Y/n) I told you not to call me that in public." He said in an angry tone, looking away from the girl. She pouted some more, bringing a soft hand up to his face. As she stroked his cheek, hot tears began to form in the corner of her (e/c) eyes.
"I'm sorry, Kyoya! I forgot. You know me, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of your friends." He leaned into the girl's touch, looking down at her sad expression. How could he ever stay mad at that? He sighed quickly, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. She squeaked, unused to him initiating any sort of physical affection in public.
"Forgive me darling, I hate to see you so sad. How about I take you to one of those," his face turned slightly green as he grimaced some, "Commoner malls that you adore so much. I'll buy you anything you want. Hm?" The girl instantly perked, throwing her pudgy arms around her lanky boyfriend. He tensed a bit before hugging her back warmly, glaring at the twins who looked like they may say something to ruin the sweet moment. Haruhi watched in awe, feeling even herself grow emotional at how clearly in love her senpai was.
"Really? Let's go Kyo! What are we waiting for?" (Y/n) asked as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand, beginning to drag him towards the door forcefully. Once they were out she quickly peaked her head back in looking at the others.
"Well? Are you coming?"
#kyoya x reader#kyoya#ohshc#kyoya ootori x reader#black reader#black!reader#poc reader#poc!reader#chubby reader#chubby!reader#plus size reader#kyoya x you#ohshc imagine#ohshc imagines#ohshc fic
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Truth or Dare
First fic! Jason x Salim. Not beta read, sorry for any mistakes <3
Basically, the events of House Of Ashes didn't exist, Different meeting ☺️. The Marines go to a pub after being deployed in the UK and all decide to play some children's games.
Read here on Ao3 if that's what you prefer.
"Truth or dare?" His best friend, Nick had asked him in turn. They'd all had a long day settling into their new temporary base, and the Marines decided to head into the city and find a bar. What better way to blow off the days steam than a tipsy game of truth or dare?
The pub was small and simple. Country style wooden interior and decor, potted greenery around some of the walls and jarred fairy lights along the ceiling, offering a warm yellow glow. It wasn't too late in the night, and the place wasn't too packed but still held a good amount of occupants for the hour.
"Truth." Jason answers, taking another small sip of his beer. "Aw, come on, you've said truth 3 times in a row! Quit bein' a pussy!" Merwin piped up from the end of the table farthest from him, his usual damn cocky smile plastered on his face."Alright, fine! Dare, then." The Lieutenant throws up his hands in surrender, rolling his eyes at Merwin's remark.
Nick looks around, thinking for a moment before replying, "Dare you to go talk to that guy over there." And nods towards a man leaning over one of the tables against the window.
There was a bit of distance between them but Jason could make him out pretty well despite that. He had warm olive skin and pitch black hair, laid back from his forehead, aside from a few loose curls that didn't want to follow the flow of the rest of his hair. Dark eyes that seemed down cast, lost in thought in thought. He was adorned in a dark green button up shirt and well fitting khaki pants.
Fuck, he was hot brooding against the wall like that.
"I'll even buy your drinks the rest of the year if you can get his number." Nick adds with a wink.
Who was he to turn down a challenge?
"Alright, deal." Jason steps back from the table. "But don't act like I don't know what you're up to." He accused, pointing playfully at his friend who only held up his hands innocently. He turns on his heel, making his way over to the other man, feeling the looks of everyone behind him go straight into his back.
The Marine was unsure if this was another one if Nicks attempts to matchmake again or just Nick pushing him out of his comfort zone, although he was definitely leaning towards the former. Either way, he had to admit that the lonesome man was rather attractive. Worth a shot, right?
"Could I buy you a drink?" Jason offered as he approached, resting a hand on table and leaning on his hip against the edge of it.
"I don't drink." The man replied cooly, not looking up at the lieutenant. He had a thick accent that Jason couldn't quite place, but it wasn't like any of the English accents he'd been hearing.
The brunette faltered for a moment. He hadn't heard that response before. "That's definitely a new way to be rejected." He half joked.
"I am Muslim." He finally looked up at the younger man. Despite the deadpan tone in his voice, he didn't appear to be upset or bothered by his offer.
Jason mentally slaps himself. Right. Idiot.
"Shit, sorry, I- I wasn't trying to..." He trails off awkwardly, waving a hand around uselessly. All his previous confidence had now appeared to be gone from his body.
"It's alright. It happens quite often, Considering this is a pub." The man cuts him off gently, entertaining him with an amused smile.
The man was pretty, Salim observed. Warm brown irises, light freckles dusted across his pale skin that now looked stained pink from embarrassment, and short cropped dark brown hair.
Salim remembers seeing the group of men come in, all dressed similarly to the man; a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his torso and arms nicely, as well as tan fatigue pants and combat boots, the laces tied up haphazardly.
"Name's Jason." The Marine speaks after a moment, feeling the other mans gaze burning into him.
"Salim. So, military man I see?" He notices the tattoo on his forearm, taking note of the other one peaking out from being hidden under the sleeve on his right arm.
"Yes, sir. USMC. First Lieutenant." The American states proudly.
Jason opts to sit down on the stool beside him, body facing the other man with one elbow on the table and the other on his own thigh. "So, whatta you doin' at a bar if you don't drink?" He asks, tilting his head to the side a bit, resting it on his palm.
"I do not know." Salim states honestly. Simple as that. "My wife left us 3 weeks before we moved here, for my son to go to university. I think, maybe, I come here intending to drink but never can commit. But it doesn't matter, I am here to not think about that." He shuffles his body towards Jason. "Tell me about yourself?"
"Well, what do you want to know?" The latter asks, straightening up a bit.
"Whatever you'd like to tell me. Do you have anyone waiting for you at home?" Salim proposed.
Jason shrugs, thinking on it for a moment. "No, not really. Jus' my sister, I 'spose. Dad's just a mean drunk, Mama passed not long before I joined the military." He explains, shifting his gaze elsewhere. "No other family, really."
"No girlfriend, then?" The Iraqi questions aloud before he can think about it, immediately regretting the decision.
However, if the other man was off put by the question he didn't show it. Although his eyebrows raised slightly, surprised. Keep cool, Kolchek. "Na, don't really have any time to go after that anymore. Sometimes mess around with the guys on base, but nothin' official." He shrugs.
Guys?
"You make it sound like a challenge, I'm surprised. You're rather attractive." Salim says with a knowing smile, resting his cheek on his knuckles. He'd already been pushing a little too far and the Marine didn't seen bothered, why not push a little bit more?
Jason's face flushes lightly, caught off guard by the comment. "You're not so bad yourself." He finally replies, looking back up at the other man, giving him a lopsided smile.
"What about your son? You said he's here for university, right?" The brunette moves the topic along, not letting his mind think on the man's words.
"Yes! My boy, Zain. He's earned a scholarship to University. Studying folklore and mythology. He's made me very proud." Salim smiles fondly at the thought of him, gaze sweeping the floor in thought.
"I can tell his mother leaving on him has made him upset, but he seems a little happier now, studying what he enjoys." He brings his eyes back up to the American, and Jason just melts at the pure joy his eyes are full of.
The men talk for a bit, going back and forth with questions, and trading their own stories. Salim shares some stories from Iraq while Jason shares some about his travels while in the Marines, Finding comfort in each other's presence, Jason allows himself to open up and share some other things he hadn't even come clean about with the people he's close to. Salim shares more about him and his son moving to the UK, and ex-wife and her leaving them both suddenly in Iraq.
"What made you join the military?" Salim finally asks in turn.
Jason thinks on it for a few moments. He'd had been expecting the question sooner or later, but it was a somewhat touchy subject for him. Fuck, the other man had been so open about his life since the get-go, So why shouldn't he? He had nothing to hide, anyway.
Right?
"You really wanna know about that, huh?" He shifts on the stool. Let him understand. "My life wasn't goin' nowhere fast." He starts after a pause. "From a small town in Georgia, kids killing each other for a fuckin' nickel. Rich getting richer and the poor gettin' poorer. I jumped at the chance to sign up, to get away from it all." He answered honestly.
"And I guess I honestly couldn't care less if I got shot dead in the midst of all of it. At least I'd've died for something more worth it." The Marine just shrugs limply, trying to put on an unbothered facade. But it did bother him. He hadn't even explained it to Nick, his best friend, honestly. Just some patriotic bullshit reason.
Why was it so easy to be so open with this stranger?
Salim leans forward and places a hand on Jasons knee in an attempt to ease him. "Well, I'm glad you haven't. I quite enjoy talking to you." He pats his knee gently.
Jason just gives a small smile
"I've enjoyed talking to you too, however these seats are getting rather uncomfortable." Jason chuckles and shifts his hips. Salim moves his hand away and Jason misses the warm touch immediately. Wait, why?
"You know, we can always take a bit of a walk." Salim offers, "Get some fresh air? Unless of course, you'd like to get back to your friends," The older man leans back away from Jason, giving him a teasing smile and a small shrug of the shoulders.
"I think I like that idea. I'm sure they'd be more than happy to get rid of me for a bit longer." Jason gives a crooked smile.
"Let me just tell them." The lieutenant stands up and offers the man his arm, Salim holds onto his bicep and nods in acknowledgment.
"Well damn, Kolchek, I guess you earned those free drinks, huh?" Joey comments before Jason can speak, being the first one to notice them walking towards the group, as he turned around halfway to look at the pair of them.
"What does that mean?" Salim asks, turning his gaze from Jason to the younger man in front of them.
"Nick over there dared him to get your number. Seems he went above and beyond." Joey eyed their linked arms and Jason just gave him a look warning him to be quiet now.
"Is that why you came up to me?" He raises his eyebrows in uncertainty, looking back over at Jason as a flash of dejection written across his face.
"Well, yes but I-"
Salim cuts him off.
"I'm sorry, Jason, I think I'll just leave for the night. It was nice talking to you." He releases his hand from the others upper arm, turning on his heel towards the door.
"Fuck- Salim! Wait!" The lieutenant glares daggers at Joey, who just gives a nervous apologetic smile, before he turns to chase the older man outside, ignoring the burning looks from the rest of his friends going straight to his spine.
"Salim!" Jason catches up to the older man quickly, as he didn't make it to far in the short amount of time. He catches his forearm and Salim stops, but doesn't turn around to face the other man. "Please, wait."
"Let go of me." Salim entreated, but still made no attempt to get free, face cast downwards.
"I'm sorry. Jus' don't run off!" Jason releases his arm, hand still hovering in case Salim wanted to try to bolt off again.
"And let me explain." Salim stays put and turns to face him after a pause, but refuses to look up at meet his eye.
"Listen, Jason, You could have just asked. You didn't have to act interested to prove a point to your friend." He sighs, shaking his head before continuing,
"You just wanted to get some drinks. I get it, my friend, truely." He finally looks up, giving a sad but genuine smile. And Jason just gawked silently. Did the older man really think he was just using him for his own benefit?
"I enjoyed talking to you, Jason, Thank you." Salim continues when the American didn't respond, and starts to move away again, but the Marine takes both of the others hands in his own, grounding him in place.
"Shit- Salim, Will you stop talkin' like we ain't ever gonna see each other again?" He exasperated
"Yes, that was why I bothered talkin' to you in the first place." Jason drops his hands to move up and hold either side of the Iraqis face.
"But I really enjoyed our conversations. I wasn't about to leave my friends to go with you just for some damn drinks or to prove a point!" He hisses through his teeth without any real venom. "I wanted to talk to you more."
Salim just stares, shifting his gaze from Jason to the ground. He stays silent for a few moments, thinking over the Americans words. "I hear you thinkin' in there." The brunette runs his thumb along his temple.
"I'm sorry." He reaches up and grabs onto Jason's wrists, just holding on and keeping the man's hands where they were. "I just-"
"I understand. No biggie." Jason cuts him off, just giving him a crooked, closed lip smile. Why was he so forgiving?
"I overreacted." The older man states obviously.
"You were just scared. I get it." The Lieutenant interjects and Salim just sighs, but this time it's more fond. " You're not going to let me win this, are you?" He looks down at the man holding him in place. "Nope." The latter pops the 'p', goofy grin still plastered on his face.
Salim just shakes his head affectionately, moving his hands to link them around the others back while he moves his arms to rest on Salim's shoulders.
"Are you sure about this?" Jason asks after a few moments as the other man pulls him closer with the arms now looped behind his back.
"About what?" The Iraqi looks back down at him, tilting his head a bit to the side.
Jason gives his shoulders a small shrug. "Whatever this could be. I know you jus'..." He trails off.
Salim thinks on it for a moment. "Yes." He decides. "As long as you are as well."
The Marine smiles at this. "Yeah. Whatever pace you need." His eyes soften a bit. "I appreciate that." He starts to move his arms away, but Jason's next question catches him off guard and he stays right where he is.
"Can I at least kiss you?"
Salim bows his head, smiling, and shook his head. Not in rejection but in acknowledgment of this man's bluntness. "Only since you asked." He teased, looking back up and reached a hand up to cup Jason's jaw, turning his head slightly and pulling him closer with the other hand still on his back.
Salim leans down and presses his lips against Jason's pouty ones, the kiss soft and sweet. The American lifts his hands up to cup the other mans face gently, stroking his cheekbone with his thumbs, while Salim keeps one pressed on Jasons back to hold him close and the other holding underneath his jaw. The kiss was languid and gentle, both afraid to move too fast for the other.
"I'd've thought it would take more than that." Jason pulled away just enough after a few moments, and just smiled against the others lips. The man who just gives a small chuckle and pulls away, resting his head on the brunettes shoulder. "Ahmaq." He mutters into the junction where his neck and shoulder meet. "What's that mean? Some kinda pet name or somethin'?" Jason quips, moving his arms to rest on either of Salim's shoulders, hands locking behind his neck.
"I believe it translates to 'idiot'." Salim pulls his head back to look down at the other man, his eyes full of mischief.
"Oh." He just says dumbly.
The Iraqi just laughs tenderly, pressing another light kiss to the man's lips, simple and quick. "Still up for that walk?" Salim asks as he straightens up, the hand resting on his shoulder returning to the small of Jason's back. "Yeah, why not?" The latter responds with a smile.
"Are you going to tell your friends, or-?" Salim asks, releasing the other man. The lieutenant glances back in the direction of the pub, thinking on it for a second before ultimately deciding against it and looks back up at Salim. "Na, I guess I'll just let them place bets on what they think happened." He smiles playfully.
Salim just shakes his head fondly, grabbing Jason's hand and pulls him along to walk with him, which he gladly complies.
Jason looks down at their joined hands as they walk, and he enjoys the warmth of the other mans hand enveloping his own. It felt nice.
It felt right.
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idk if you’re taking requests but if you are could i get a loki one shot where the reader is super shy and quiet and the only person at the tower she really talks to is natasha but the others have tried and failed. but eventually loki comes to the tower and he gets her to trust him and she opens up to him?? or something along those lines lol i’m just in desperate need of some loki fluff🥺 also i absolutely adore your writing 🥰💓
a/n: yup yup ! i don’t write for loki much so i hope this isn’t too out of character !!
in which loki manages to break down your walls, magic free
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You sat next to Natasha, quiet as the others laughed at the movie. You leaned over making a small comment to Natasha causing her to burst out laughing, the other looking over to see what had happened.
“tell them!” Natasha nudged you and you shook your head, looking at your hands as natasha repeated your comment, everyone bustling out into a fit of laughter.
“y/n is the funniest person here nobody can change my mind” Tony piped up, smiling at you as your face burned.
The rest of the night went smoothly, keeping to yourself and whispering to natasha, making her giggle.
“you really should try talking to the other y/n, they love you” nat urged you, walking to your rooms to settle in for the night. You shook your head, heart racing at the idea.
“no, i mean they seem nice it’s just i don’t know i get so nervous i don’t wanna make a fool out of myself and plus they’re so intimidating” you chuckled, shrugging your shoulders as you stopped at your room.
“you know you’re an avenger too right?” Nat laughed as you rolled your eyes, waving her off and saying goodnight.
Morning rolled around soon enough and you walked out, steve and Sam saying good morning and you smiled at them, rushing to make a bowl fo cereal and sitting a couple seats away from them.
“so y/n what are you gonna do today?” Steve smiled, trying to make conversation with you.
You thought for a bit before answering, “not much, just train maybe uh, i might go shopping with nat later” you replied, ending the conversation and finishing up your food.
You excused yourself before they could say anything else.
“you know thor is brining his brother today” sam called out and you looked at him confused.
“battle of New York one?” You questioned and he nodded, you raised your brows in surprise.
“he’s good now, nice guy i think” steve added, not wanting to worry you. You only nodded your head and left the kitchen, going to train for the rest of the morning.
“is everybody here?” Thor boomed, a smile on his face as his brother stood next to him, arms crossed across his chest.
“where is y/n? Will she be joining us?” Thor questioned, slightly upset you weren’t there.
“I’ll get her she’s probably sleeping or something” Natasha smiled, heading to your room.
She knocked on your door, letting herself in after a couple seconds and found you passed out on your bed, a book next to your head.
Shaking you gently she woke you up, “y/n, wake up thor brought his brother Cmon” she spoke quietly as you stirred awake.
“what? what time is it?” you questioned, yawning and rubbing your eyes, looking around for a bit.
“3:12, you knocked out after our session this morning” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“told you i stayed up late” you defended, getting up and putting on some socks.
Natasha was in a t shirt and some sweats, so you figured your t shirt and shorts weren’t too bad. Surely the rest of the team was dressed casually too.
You entered the living room, still half asleep following Natasha, waving hi to everybody.
“now that everyone is here, this is loki, my brother! he’s a good guy now and since we’re gonna be splitting time between here and Asgard i figured a proper introduction was over due” Thor beamed at everyone.
“well hi loki, nice to uh- meet you, again” steve spoke up, trying to get the others to say hi.
“mm a pleasure” loki gave him a tight smile, you rolled your eyes at his tone. You finally looked at him, he was dressed in an all black suit and dress shoes, you scoffed at his outfit.
“you always dress like that?” You spoke up, upset that he had been rude to steve. Everyone’s eyes went wide, turning to face you and loki looked shocked.
“and you are?” Loki shot back, checking you out.
“y/n, and you should be nicer” you quipped, narrowing your eyes at him. Natasha smirked at loki, knowing how sassy you could be after a nap.
“you’ve got a quick wit, i like that” loki smiled and you rolled your eyes, shifting your weight onto your other leg.
As everyone else warmed up loki you stayed an arms length away, only speaking up when someone talked directly to you.
You slowly moved away from the group, turning to sneak away to your room. A smile on your face as you turned around, only to bump into someone’s chest.
“leaving my welcome party so soon, love?” Loki smiled as you stumbled back, eyes widening.
“how- you were just over there?” You gawked, looking back where you saw another loki sitting and chatting with the others.
“magic, did they not tell you about me darling?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
“no yeah they did, just didn’t pay much mind is all” you smiled, crossing your arms across your chest.
“you know, they didn’t tell me much about you, why’s that?” Loki asked, leaning against the wall and you fiddlers with your fingers.
“don’t really talk to them much, i- uh I’m pretty reserved” you spoke, a wave of realization washing over you as you fully woke up.
“don’t seem that shy to me” he smirked and you shook your head.
“no i was just really tired I’m so sorry I’m usually not like that I’m so sorry oh god” you spoke, fumbling over your words as your face grew hot from embarrassment.
“don’t apologize, i liked it” he smiled, pushing himself off the wall and moving so the oath to your room was no longer blocked.
“cant wait to see you around y/n” he spoke, letting you walk past him, biting your lip to contain your smile.
And you sure did see him around, telling him good morning when he sat himself next to you during breakfast, sparring with him when he suggested it after walking into the gym.
Loki found himself gravitating towards you, wanting to know everything about you, your favorite color, your middle name, your biggest fears. He wanted to know you.
He was persistent, constantly talking to you and spending time with you, he found himself doing things he never thought he would just to spend time with you. It’s how he was in his current predicament.
“okay just don’t smile or else it’ll crack” you replied, finishing brushing the green face mask on him, letting him use one of your head bands, one with pink fluffy bunny ears (he chose it himself).
“how can i not smile when the most beautiful person in all the nine realms is right here” he replied, making you roll your eyes.
You settled into you before, scooting next to him and turning on your favorite show. Both of you watching attentively as your masks dried.
“can i ask you something?” Loki spoke suddenly, you turned to look at him, a small hum signaling to continue.
“why don’t you talk to the others?” He asked softly, taking your hand in his to comfort you.
You let a couple moments pass to gather your thoughts, finally speaking up.
“they’re just really intimidating to me, i mean i grew up admiring steve and the other have saved the world countless times, I’ve helped them once but i didn’t even play that big of a role, it’s just really daunting you know?” He looked at the way your fingers intertwined and held back a smile.
“how come you weren’t scared to talk to me?” you looked at him, laughing softly.
“oh no i was scared shitless, you just wouldn’t leave me alone so i really had no choice” you replied, looking at your hands connected.
“is that how Natasha got close to you?”
You nodded, remembering the way she pestered you until you two became the best of friends, never leaving each other’s side for a whole week.
“well, i hope you know that I’m not going anywhere” he spoke, moving to face you. Reluctantly, you looked at him, tension thick in the air.
“what makes you so sure?” You asked, looking into his eyes.
Both of you leaned in a little, your breath hitched in your throat as you leaned closer, and closer, and-
ding! ding! ding!
Both of you jumped away at the sound of the alarm, clearing your throats and moving to wash the face mask off.
After you had both washed off the mask you headed back to your bed, sitting down with some space between your bodies. The sound of the show filling the room, neither one of you saying anything.
“what do-”
“why do-”
You both quieted at the sound of the others voice, laughing a little as you both stopped. He motioned for you to continue.
“what do you think about me?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers and picking at your nails, glancing at him for a second before focusing back to on your fingers.
“i think” he trailed off, scooting closer to you, “that you are one of the most amazing people I’ve met, that you are kind, funny and exciting” he finished, your thighs touching as you looked up at him.
“really?” you whispered, dizzy from how close the two of you were.
“absolutely.”
“what were you gonna say?” you asked, giving him a small smile before focusing on the tv show.
“why are you so sure that I’m gonna leave?” He questioned, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.
“i- well i never open up to people so they always just leave” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows before continuing.
“when i was in high school and such i used to be really outgoing and loud, everyone would tell me to be quiet when i got excited so i just kinda stopped altogether, no one complained much then” you laughed dryly, remembering the way your friends would get annoyed at how bubbly you were.
“they all left me after i stopped being loud, said i was boring.”
Loki felt his heart fall in his chest, he was angry at you past friends, but he was sad that you had changed so much for people who didn’t appreciate you.
“darling, look at me” he spoke softly, eyes meeting yours.
“i promise you that no one here thinks you are too much, i mean we have that falcon guy and spider boy, i can assure you they won’t tell you to tone it down” he reassured you and you shrugged your shoulders.
“how about we make a deal” loki smirked and you looked at him with narrow eyes.
“what kind of deal” you asked, suspicious of what he would propose.
“you try to come out of your shell more, and I’ll be nicer to the rest of the team” he stated simply, smiling at the way you thought about his deal, he could almost see the gears turning in your head.
“deal” you smiled, turning to look at him and extending you hand out.
He took your hand and pulled you to him, stopping you centimeters away from his face.
“may i?” He asked, eyes focused on your lips.
“yeah” you whispered breathlessly, crashing your lips onto his.
You both pulled away, a smile on your faces, you laughed at the way he immediately pulled you in for more.
You and Loki left your room not long after, knowing the team would be out and about despite it being almost 12 am.
“hi guys” steve smiled and you returned it, walking at bit faster before loki stopped you.
“remember our deal?” he whispered and you internally groaned, nodding and walking over to steve, heart pounding in your chest.
“hi Steve how has your day been?” You smiled, steve was taken back but quickly replied, easily falling into conversation with you.
Loki watched from a far, a smile on his face as you laughed, making conversation with the super soldier. Natasha stood next the Norse god, a smile on her face.
“Glad you could get her out of her shell” she smiled, eyes settling on you talking with Steve and Sam who had joined in.
“she just needed an extra push” Loki smiled, excited to see you become who you really were. Natasha felt her heart grow, she couldn’t wait for the team to appreciate you for who you always have been.
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Once we were all awake and had gotten around for the day we enjoyed a big breakfast together and planned out things to do for the remainder of daylight hours. After all this was our last day together!
We decided to ride our bikes to town and after that go to the lake about 3 miles out of town, we had pedaled there lots so we knew we all could. Everybody started getting things we would need around and packed into backpacks.
I just watched everyone running about, that's how I noticed April heading up the stairs and then I decided to follow her. Beth's door was the only one open so I knew where she was.
I slipped in the room quietly closing the door behind me. In the short time April had entered before me she had already stripped off her jeans and the thong Beth had givin her!
She was in front of Beth's dresser and she was looking at Beth's panties pulling them out unrolling then before holding them on her little waist to see how they looked on her.
"ahem what do we got here" I said making her jump. I sat down in the chair Beth sat in to put on makeup pulling it right up to April and instructing her to sit on my lap.
She surprised me when she sat facing me and then wrapped her legs up and around my back making that pussy open up slightly and glisten from the juices she was already producing.
I dipped 2 fingers inside her twisting and rolling coating them just so i could taste her as I sucked them clean. "You know actually put ting them panties on will tell you if you love them how they look, feel, fit".
I gave her lips a nice long kiss as I lifted her up off me and told her how I wanted to see. She grabbed a green g-string first and pulled them up but not all the way like they needed.
I told her to come to me I chuckled a little she still looked sexy in them but I knew she could look better. She stood timidly in front of me sucking her thumb.
I grabbed the string twisted it to make it straight in line from the tiny triangle piece of fabric that rested on the mound of her pussy down between her pussy lips continuing back then up deep in her ass!
I finished by pulling the string on top up over her hips then telling her to spin. She looked perfect in ¹them she conveyed how slutty they made her feel and I agreed that way the only point of the g-string style!
"now I pick!" I said as I lifted her on her feet and started pulling different panties from the drawer, I had seen them all on Beth before and remembered a pair that I loved and I was determined to find them!
April was sitting behind me giggling as I looked. "Lol trying to find something sexier than these I have on?" April cooed. But I kept on rummaging in the drawer there were thongs, slips, tangas, slingshots you name it in every color too! But I couldn't find what I wanted.
Then I remembered Beth had another drawer filled with her lingerie she wore for sex! I opened the bottom middle drawer and my eyes nearly left my head! The thing was stuffed! I didn't remember half these things.
My mind questioned who got them, did she model them? Were they fucking? Everything! April giddy as a school girl snatched up a sexy corset number and started putting it on!
It was black leatherish and lace and had hot pink piping and stitching it also had a corset belt, tie up thongs with pleasure beads, thigh high fishnets, long gloves, and a collar! All matching I laid out all of the outfit and helped April as she struggled with putting it on.
First I cinched up the first making sure it was real tight this would squeeze her midsection and cup while pushing her small titties out making them appear slightly bigger! It would also limit her breathing shallowing out each breath she would eventually take!
April turned around facing me as I slid her garter belt up clipping it to the corset before tightening it to fit her small waist. April was pulling the gloves on while I helped slide the fishnet stockings up her legs one at a time coming to a stop slightly above her mid thigh.
"wow that pussy looks so cute April! But it also looks super sore as well. So I hope these don't hurt you even more" I said without diverting my eyes from her bright red inflamed little swollen pussy!
I lifted her off her feet laid her on her back on the bed pushing her skinny legs up as I did I slid the back "string" under her waist then straightening the front array of strings forming a triangle.
I pulled the front up passing out across her hips then I carefully slid my thumbs over the beads pushing them until they disappeared inside her swollen lips. I then tied each side together tightly licking those beads from falling out.
April embraced me in a hug "how do I look?" She asked. I just looked her up and down smiling nodding my approval she did look good in a new slutty come fuck me kinda way! She ran to the full length mirror behind the room door.
She began twisting, turning, she bent over, posed I could tell she was thinking of getting fucked again she had a look in her eyes I woke up a succubus and not gonna lie I loved it!
"oh come over here there's more!" I said sternly not really knowing why. She walked over slowly timid reaching the chair I sat in. I slapped my lap twice and she sat right down I reached over grabbing the collar and fixed it in place around her dainty neck and buckling it tight.
"you know your my little pet now right? And you got to obey my commands now you have collar, and you must never take it off! Understand?" I said as my hand slid along her legs.
"oh yes I will do whatever you say from her on out!" She told me while she spread her legs apart matching timing as my hand slipped up her thigh. I rubbed the pearls across her clit to see her whimper.
"Go get ready to hit the lake!" I said lifting her off my lap and slapping her tiny ass to make her move. Matt and Beth crossed her path as she went to get ready Matt doubled back and followed her down the hall like a puppy.
Next: I'm in trouble and got to go back home.
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EP: Siren Queen
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Premise: Y/N L/N is a part of the world's biggest girl group. A stalker starts harassing her and her band mates so their label calls in the BAU.
The case was weird for the BAU. It was a stalker case for a famous girl, Y/N L/N, she was part of the worlds most successful girl group. Garcia was all too excited to be involved in the case. Of course, she hated that you were being stalked but she was a huge fan.
“You better tell me everything!” She squealed, “If she’s nice, if she’s as hot as she is on camera, if the other girls are nice, if they are ‘just like us’ please!”
“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were the stalker, Garcia.” JJ joked.
“If someone hurts that ray of sunshine I will stalk them!” She shouted through the video call and then hung up.
JJ flipped through the file, “we have five days to catch this guy before they go on tour. And the girls are refusing to cancel.”
“Even if their lives are at stake?”
“They said that they will not cancel because it’s the opening to their world tour and they won’t risk disappointing fans because they know people are flying in from all over the country.” Prentiss explained.
“Shouldn’t the label put the girls first?” Morgan asked.
“Usually labels tend not to care about artists.” Reid said, “the amount of label abuse that’s been coming to light is horrific you guys should read up on it.”
He looked up as everyone looked at him confused, he explained, “Simon Cowell for example, there are claims against him because of abuse towards clients. Overworking them, homophobic comments, racist comments, sexist comments you name it.”
“What groups?” JJ asked.
“Little Mix and One Direction are the two most prominent ones.” Reid said flicking through the file.
“How do you know all this?”
“Garcia.” He answered. “Then I did my own research because I was fascinated by the music industry. It never hurts to learn even if I don’t know anything about it.”
The team left it at that, and continued digging through the evidence of your stalker.
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The team was currently sitting in one of the rehearsal rooms. There were couches, a snack bar, a coffee stand, everything except the girls they were meeting.
Their publicist Ramona looked at them all apologetically, “I’m so sorry, the girls seem to be in traffic. They’re with trusted drivers and security guards.”
“Have they been background checked?” Hotch asked.
Ramona nodded, “we all were when we were taken on, we were when this stalker showed up as well. The dancers, the crew, everybody those girls come into contact with are background checked.”
“Even interviewers?” Reid asked.
Ramona nodded, “without their knowledge, just like you advised. If this got leaked…” Ramona shook her head, “we all know what happens to victims of stalkers, it isn’t foreign in this business.”
At that moment the girls all came in, Emily recognized them from the files. Apparently, even your bandmates got checked. Zoey came in first, snuggled in her hoodie, her jeans were rumpled and her heels were clacking. Her smile falling off her face the second she walked into the room. Her blonde hair was tousled as if she was running her hands through it a lot. Her green eyes were tired.
Leaning on her was Brooke, who was also looking exhausted. Ramona told them that they had been up since 4 am doing press, it was now 4pm. They had a two hour rehearsal next, then dinner, then vocal rehearsal, then they could go to their hotel. Apparently it was an easy day for them. Brooke's black hair was in it’s natural curls, she wore heels as well as a dress.
The two were holding hands.
Then came in Liz, she was wearing a black long sleeve shirt, shorts and a beanie as well as heeled boots. She didn’t look as tired, she looked fiercely protective as she was holding your hand.
You looked anxious, you were also in a hoodie, jeans and heeled boots, all black. Your eyes were darting around the room as you took in everyone around you. Your eyes startled when they landed on Emily, Emily wasn’t sure why.
Ramona introduced all of them to the girls then said “Sit down girls.”
Three of them did, you had other ideas and went and got coffee. “Y/N, that’s your fourth cup.”
You held up a finger, “I don’t want to hear it, Ramona. I have a stalker out there and I have to act like everythings normal, if Marcus has a problem with it, he can suck my dick.”
Morgan looked at Emily with wide eyes. Emily shrugged. Then looked at Reid, “who’s Marcus?” She asked him.
“Their choreographer.”
“Why does it matter what he says?”
“Because he cares about us and is a fitness nut.” You answered, “you’re not very good at whispering.” You deadpanned, sipping your coffee.
“Y/N!” Ramona scolded.
You rolled your eyes, and Zoey spoke up, “give her a break Ramona. She never gives you issues, let her live.”
“It’s okay,” Emily spoke up, “I understand what it’s like to be afraid of looking over your shoulder.”
You nodded, avoiding eye contact. You felt guilty for snapping, that much she could tell.
“Okay, let’s get started.” Hotch said, “do you have any particular fans you’d like to tell us about, people have stood out?”
“We have a lot of...dedicated fans.” Zoey said, to put it gently. “Some good, some bad, some that are really intense.”
You scoffed from where you were standing, “that's putting it lightly.” You grabbed a mini chocolate chip cookie..
“Do girl groups have groupies?” Morgan asked.
“Of course we do,” Liz said, her tan cheeks gaining a rosy color. You sat in between her and Zoey, Brooke was next to Zoey. You had three other cookies in your hand and handed them to the others.
“We recognize the line between fans and stalkers as well as people who don't agree with who we are. But there’s been nothing like this.” Brooke shuddered.
“Don’t agree with who you are?” JJ asked.
You held up a hand, “queer.”
Brooke raised her hand, “black.”
Liz raised hers, “philipino and black. So mixed race.”
Then Zoey raised hers as well, “I’m ‘too skinny’ so everyone thinks I have an eating disorder.”
You piped up, “I’ve also been fat shamed by the worlds biggest media outlets, it’s nothing new to find hate online.”
Emily grimaced and she knew her team was doing the exact same thing.
“Do you have any ideas as to who it could be?” Rossi asked.
“There’s one,” Zoey said, “but Y/N insists it can’t be him.”
“You need to tell us.” Emily said, everyone looked at you.
You sighed, “he went to jail when we were teens for sexual misconduct. I was the first person he assaulted and harassed consistently. But I didn’t press charges.”
“Why not?” Morgan asked.
“Because I was a fourteen year old girl who didn’t recognize that it was sexual assault.” You snapped, then sighed, “I’m sorry Agent Morgan. It’s touchy.” Zoey took your hand, Liz took your other one, Brooke reached over and put her hand on top of Zoeys. “To be honest, I don’t know where I would be without these three.” You admitted. Emily admired it, the sisterhood between you four.
“How long have you guys been friends?” JJ asked.
“We met in high school, then formed the band.” Brooke answered.
“Do you know if he’s out?”
You sighed, “he is. But he lacks the brain cells to pull this stuff off.”
“It’s not that hard to mail letters.” JJ said.
“Yeah but, he shouldn’t know the exact times we show up at venues, interviews, he isn’t smart enough to think of how to obtain that information. As kids he was not smart, at all.” You said, letting go of your friends’ hands and you started rubbing your hands on your jeans.
Emily noticed how all of them kept their hands on you, as a way of comfort.
“Unless he was following the bus,” Zoey said.
“He’s too lazy.” You said, “never had energy for thorough shit.”
“What’s his name? We’re gonna send it to our technical analyst.” Morgan said.
You nodded and spoke the name you’ve feared for far too long. “Peter Brady, he was born in my home state
“Okay,” Hotch started, “I want all of you to be shadowing the girls, they are not to be left alone, we don’t know how organized this guy is and what he knows.” He looked at Rossi, “we’ll contact Garcia and run through possible people. Do you have anywhere to set up?”
Ramona began directing them to rooms, then told all of you to get changed and do rehearsals for the tour.
JJ and Reid sat in during the rehearsals, meanwhile Emily and Morgan helped Hotch and Rossi with going through all the names that Garcia flagged as potentially dangerous.
Two hours later, Emily was eating dinner, she was planning to eat alone, but then she found you. You were sitting on the floor backstage, by a bunch of wires and such eating your pizza. You were alone.
“Hey,” Emily said.
“Hi, did Ramona send you because I’m alone?” You asked, smiling slightly.
“No,” Emily said sitting next to you, “I can recognize when someone needs someone to talk to. Where are your friends?”
“They’re talking to their partners, I insisted they do. They haven’t been the past couple of nights because of all this. Part of being….’famous’ is that you have to leave your loved ones for long periods of time.”
“My field is the same way. I don’t see my mom more than twice a year.”
You shuddered, “I can barely handle not seeing my mom as much as I used to before ‘fame’. I can’t imagine it in your shoes.” You sighed.
Emily popped open her salad box, “do you mind if I eat with you?” She smiled.
And she smiled wider when you smiled back, “feel free. By the way, I’m sorry about snapping at you. It’s been rough.”
“I know how you feel.” Emily would tell you about Doyle if it helped you open up more about this guy.
“Have you been stalked?”
Emily nodded, “by an abusive ex.” Was all she said.
You grimaced, “so we’ve gone through similar things.”
“Was this guy an ex?”
You shook your head, “we were thirteen and fourteen, as kids navigating those feelings can be hard. I’d say we were close to dating then he...he pushed too far. I wasn’t raped, but he touched me inappropriately, then harassed me over text. Then continued for three years, he’s been silent ever since and now all of a sudden 12 years later he’s back.” You laughed bitterly, “and I have no doubts he’s done things to other women. Do you think because I didn’t report, it’s my fault that this is happening? And he’s most likely doing this to other women?” You asked her.
Emily shook her head, “It’s not your fault Y/N, it never will be. He’s a sick creep, and we’re gonna get him.” She assured you.
“Can we talk about something else?” You asked.
“Sure.” Emily smiled.
You felt your heart stutter.
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Over the next few days, you and Emily had fallen into a routine.
You ate all your meals together. Breakfast at 6am in the hotel lobby, lunch in the dance rehearsal room, dinner in the backstage area.
Of course, your friends teased you relentlessly. And her team teased her relentlessly.
But you two didn’t care, you found solitude in each other's company, considering both of your worlds were hectic and crazy.
You two were eating chicken tenders for lunch before vocal and dance rehearsal in the dance room when Marcus walked in, “hey, some fanmail was left for you.” He handed you a blue box.
“I’m surprised you can bring it to me.” You said grabbing it.
“It went through security first.”
That was a good sign, you opened it and saw a diamond necklace, “holy shit.” You murmured, it was stunning and sparkly.
Emily thought it described you personally.
You took it out of the box and set the box on the ground. Emily saw a tag in the box. She grabbed it. She pulled it and it revealed a bigger note. She picked it up and read it.
“Y/N….” Emily started.
“What?” You asked, scared.
Emily cleared her throat, “for you my love, it matches your smile. Remember that night under the stars at that restaurant our parents took us to as kids? It’s one of my fondest memories.” You dropped the necklace as if it had burned you.
It had.
It clattered against the floor, you shot off the ground. “Get it away from me! Get the box away from me! Get it all away!” You started crying. “No, no, no, no.”
“Go get my team, now!” She ordered Marcus who ran off with his concern and protectiveness in his eyes.
She approached you, “can I touch you?” She asked.
You fell into her arms, “he found me. He actually fucking found a way to torment me. After all these years, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. Please don’t let him get me.” You sobbed into her arms.
She looked at the diamonds on the ground, the sparkling contrasted against the dull gray floor, she stroked your hair as she said, “I won’t, he will never touch you again.”
And she would die to ensure that that promise was kept.
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Two hours later, you were in vocal rehearsals. You had to do questioning as well as calm down from your panic attack.
You would only allow Emily near you.
You two walked side by side to vocal rehearsals, the girls immediately rushed to hug you. Emily stepped back as the three of them hugged you. It was a huge group hug.
“Oh sweetheart.” Brooke said and kissed your head.
“Baby, we tried to get in there but they wouldn’t let us.” Zoey said, “I almost kicked that damn door down but Ramona pulled me away.”
“We got you, that bastard isn’t going anywhere near you,” Liz declared.
Emily heard a sniffle from you, and the girls all “aww’d.”
“Babyyy.” Liz cooed as they all held you tighter.
After about three minutes of you trying to calm down, you four separated, all of you were wiping your eyes. “God, we really do feed off each other huh?” You tried to lighten the mood. They all smiled, trying to keep the light mood going.
They all said hi to Emily, then headed towards a couch. You four then sat down and began singing.
Okay, she had heard your records, after all your band was one of the biggest bands in the world, the biggest girl group.
But God, she did not expect you to not have an auto-tuned voice. None of you do. All four of you have amazing voices but yours…
It was rich like dark chocolate, she wanted to hear you sing all. the. time. It was like a siren, captivating and lustful. You were calm while singing, nobody would know that your stalker had just dropped off a box with diamonds in it two hours ago.
Then to make you laugh Zoey broke out with an off key note and made you burst out laughing.
That laugh warmed Emily, she realized how much she loved your company and what she would do to make you laugh like that at her.
Oh God, she was falling for you. And she was falling hard.
Shit.
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Two hours before the show was supposed to go on, they caught him.
He was staking out before the show, Garcia had his picture sent to all the guards and they found him.
Everyone else went to question him, while Emily stayed with you. It was a few minutes before showtime, makeup artists and hair stylists were doing final touches. As well as the stylists.
“Twitters blowing up.” Ramona said from her chair.
“About?” You asked, jumping to shake the nerves.
“The guy who got arrested in front of the venue.”
You looked at Emily, “dear god.”
“JJ will handle it.” She assured you all.
“Good.” Zoey said.
You nodded to a corner at Emily, she nodded and followed you over. “I just wanna say, thank you for helping me and spending time with me. I know it’s your job but,” you sighed, “if you’d allow me, I’d like to take you out on a date when we have a show in DC. We’re staying for a couple days doing press and I’d like to go out on a date with you, if you’d like?”
Emily smiled and blushed hard, “I would be honored, Y/N.”
The smile you had could light up the night sky, “thank you, Emily. You won’t regret it.”
“Ramona called, “Y/N! Show time!”
“One sec!” Then shoved a piece of paper into her hand, “I hope to hear from you.” Then you kissed her cheek and ran off to stage.
She opened the piece of paper, “to my hero, I hope to hear from you.” Then underneath was your number.
She sighed happily, then went to find her seat in the stadium so she could watch her siren queen perform.
#Criminal Minds#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds x you#criminal minds x y/n#jj criminal minds#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x you#Paget Brewster#paget brewster x reader#Jennifer Jareau#jennifer jareau x reader#jennifer jareau x you#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#david rossi#derek morgan#derek morgan x reader
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Like Mocha and cream <3
Dream x George - Coffee shop! au
Part 1?
Authors note: Hi everyone! My name is Green, I’m a small aspiring author of fan fictions from all types, please forgive me if my writing is not very good! I’m frankly new to fanfic writing. Anyway enjoy reading (I hope!).
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Warnings: Small language warning! A lil' spice? Otherwise just fluff between two pinning messes :]]
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It was 6pm, the most thrilling hour of Dream’s day, but as the door opened, he faintly heard the small golden bell that hung atop ring. Dream looked up from his bench of mismatched coffee cups and assorted clothes and turned his head to look behind him at what indicated a new.. or not so new customer.
George’s deep brown eyes skimmed along the small cafe’s walls, they were painted a delightfully lacking cream, but to compensate the quaint area held windows that sat on the left and front sides of the small shop, he then continued to look at the bar which sat at the left end of the shop it was crafted out of a pure spruce, which thus fit in with the rest of the shop that sat before him. To his right he noticed the wall lined with low rising seats, from edge to edge the cushiony dull black padding was placed upon a wooden base, decorated with dark green and muted blue throw pillows for a backing against the harsh brown brick wall, but with seats comes tables and so happened to be made out of once again a spruce, only two semi-medium tables sat in front of the seats that were bestowed upon such, they were short in width but long in length. Seeing to the other side he saw which was the normal seating arrangements is that three tables lined along the window edge, three seats to each with mis-matched metal chairs; accompanied by cushions - of which were the same colour variant as the throw pillows to his direct left.
Taking it all in George is reminded of how much he liked it, well of how he loved it. Many times had he been there it didn’t stray to make him feel at home, from the warm lighting to the kind atmosphere of the place nothing made him enjoy it more, just like how he enjoyed seeing with the cute blonde barista- but that doesn’t matter.
“Uh..hey? I’ll take th-“ George queried as he looked down at the menu not even looking to the barista yet, he needed to know if they raised the price on extra caramel - last time they did and it almost broke the bank for him
“The mocha? with two shots of caramel and extra whip cream plus chocolate drizzle on top?” The unknown tender piped in
“Oh yeah that’s the one! Wait Dream?”
“Yes dumbass, obviously it’s me everyone’s favorite, and cutest barista boy there is” Dream replied as he bashfully grinned ear to ear, finding his ‘friend’s’ ignorance to what was happening in front of him quite funny, placing his elbows atop the counter he locks eyes with George
George brings his arms to the counter alongside Dream mimicking his position “Stalker.”
“What? Me? A stalker? Say’s the one who comes here to see me everyday!” Dream leaning further into the counter, places the back of his hand to his head lightly lolling it backwards “This is utter slander I say! Slander!” He proclaims with a smile to his lips, returning his hands back to their original state, but not moving any the less backwards
“You work here Clay-“ George chimes, “You can’t deny the truth, obviously you can’t get enough of me and my coffee order”
“And what if that was why? But also you live twenty minutes away Gogy, that’s pretty far if you ask me~” Dream is slowly becoming closer, the counter top was not long enough for him to be a considerably safe distance from George’s face if he continued
“First off, not my point.” He huffs, slightly flushed from his remark, “Second how in prime’s name do you know that”
“Um.. I dunno man maybe because you took me back to your apartment once?”
“Shut up you make it sound like we fucked”
“You wish we did” Dream interjects
In a sudden burst of embarrassment George spurts out “Go fuck yourself that’s completely stupid, you’re dumb” His cheeks glow a bright red, taken a back from such a comment
“You’re cute when you’re blushing” Dream cooed, slowly ringing himself further in. Both him and George are leaning against the counter already giving them both a closer distance, but Dream’s slow incline is making the gap close
George pulls back adjusting his hoodie “I am so not, it’s hot is here”
“It’s hot in hereee, oh no george whatever shall we do in this -70 degree heat, my my~”
“I hate you” He pulls on the strings of his sage hoodie, letting go he moves his right hand towards the over the shoulder bag that sat across his chest resting on his right hip
“Love you more my prince” Dream said, as he then moved from leaning on his counter to the black coffee machine, slowly whipping up George’s feverously sweet drink.
They exchanged banter back and forth some flirty some not, discussing the small things though out their day, telling one and other about how their set up’s are going and what they plan on adding. Not a soul in sight were in the shop at the great hour of 7:43pm. Only the few that worked the night shift came though to help strive on with their lasting hours of work.
George stayed, it was like a small tradition. Each night he’d stay with Dream to help out, it had only started a year back after his maybe 3rd month of going to said shop, him and Dream had grown close over their fondness to gaming and such and one day George had found himself with Dream sitting on the top of the bar, it was 8pm and they had realized how time had gone by since his 6 o’clock arrival. Dream then had to tell him that packing up had to begin so George as the so giving guy he is made sure to help do so, and it definitely wasn’t for.. any other reason. And not as if that every moment he spent with his new friend he found himself wanting to run his fingers through said friends hair or that he wanted to hold onto him and not let go or maybe it could’ve been the fact that every time George looked into his eyes he couldn’t help but want the hold Dream’s face cup it in his hand and tilt his head to fit with his, that he would think about the way Dreams head would turn and move in slowly, closing eyes so their lips could meet one and other in a battle of romance and ever growing lust for one and other. George thought of how he would move one hand across his waist and the other to the back of Dream’s neck, how Dream's read would roll back... But George left those thoughts in box, a box left in lock and key, the type of lock and key not even blot cutters could cut, but maybe what could open it was a blonde boy and his charm.
#Georgenotfound x Dream#Dream x George#Dnf#mcyt#dreamwastaken#dreamnotfound#Dream#Georgenotfound#Minecraft#Dream smp#Dre smp fanfic#Bruh gay shit
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Pet dog Costumes for Halloween parties
Your dog is perhaps the family, so why not really dress him upwards for Halloween as well? He'll feel extraordinary in one of these effortless make dog costume. dog halloween costume
If your dog isn't actually comfortable in a entire Halloween costume (or only just refuses to wear one), he may enjoy carrying only a bandanna. Make an effort an orange together with black bandanna and applique a pumpkin or skeleton using a bandanna for your dog's Halloween costume.
For those very little sweeties who will dress in anything to you need to you, here are 15 costume ideas to get dog costumes.
A good Hot Dog Costume outfit: Items needed for that costume are light-weight tan foam, physical structure harness and seemed for mustard and also ketchup. Cut released the 2 sides within the hot dog bun from the foam. A buns should be the time your dog's once again. Round off the tips of the buns by using scissors. Attach that buns to each and every side of your dog's body harness and additionally add the noticed mustard or ketchup you have cut out there down your dog's back. Using your dog's harness makes this approach costume easy as well as the costume will stay set and not slip.
Bumble Bee Pet Costume for halloween: Measure your dog's back from throat to tail. By using yellow fabric, produce a cape that neckties at the neck. Or simply instead of a cape, use a small discolored short sleeve clothing that your dog's the front legs will accommodate through.
Using dark felt, cut out and about stripes and sew them on the orange cape or top. Measure your dog's head and create a yellow felt level that his favourite songs will fit with. For the bee's antennae, use two schokohäutige pipe cleaners in addition to two small Styrofoam balls painted green or use white pom poms. By using glue, attach this balls to the the top pipe cleaners thereafter attach the water pipe cleaners to the discolored felt cap.
Period Box Dog Halloween costume: You will need a cardboard box that is do not or wider as opposed to your dog's core. Spray paint your box with precious metal silver paint. Subsequently draw the two around speakers, radio face and knobs, having a sharpie and your thoughts. Once you are done generating the boom compartment, cut out a part of the box at which your dog's hind legs go and include the boom pack to a dog take advantage of. This also works in a cassette tape, toaster, school bus or even anything with a proverbial box shape.
Tootsie Recede Dog Costume: Purchase a white pillow claim that is about a ft . longer than your puppy. Using a tootsie recede as an example, sew browning and red materials onto the center of that white pillow event. Out of white material cut out what "Tootsie Roll Pup" and sew the language on the brown cloth. Cut out 3 holes for your dog's legs to go through allowing about 4 to 6 inches wide of pillow scenario on each conclusion. Once you have placed this costume on your puppy add white, luxury stuffing and tie up off each close with string however , keep it cozy… so not overly tight.
Pretty Romantic Dog Costume: This particular costume consists of simply a cone shaped headdress made out of silk. Select silk or some form of shiny fabric inside the color of your personal preference. Take construction report and make a cone that will fit the most notable of your dog's face, then glue or simply staple it with each other. Now glue your fabric to the daily news cone and abandon a semi-long show that will float around your dog's spine. Add a string and elastic band going under your dog's chin and, voila! you have a little princess!
Fast and simple Dog Costumes:
Cowboy Dog Costume: Wrap a colorful bandanna around your dog's neck and set a small cowboy head wear on the top of her head. Make sure a cowboy hat is normally small and lightweight with a narrow adaptable headband. You can give up here or moreover depending on your dog's size, add a infant's play gun holster around his lessen body and while you're watching hind legs.
A Baby Dog Fancy dress costume: Place a baby hood on your dog's brain and dress them in baby attire then place your canine friend baby in a babe carriage. Little girls adore this one.
Super Sensei Pet Costume: Capes are super easy to earn for your pet and also you could just acquire one and wrap it around a dog's neck. Select Super Dog, Search engine spider Dog or even that Green Hornet Pet. Get creative because of this idea and then add of your own touches.
Little league Player Dog Costume outfit: Buy a large or even small football hat of your favorite power team and put it on your canine with his or your girlfriend front legs on the arm holes. At this moment you have a real organization player!
Prisoner Pup Costume: Buy a whitened t-shirt that will in shape your dog and with black color spray paint add more black stripes with the t-shirt. You might perhaps be able to find a written agreement striped shirt that could work. With a mathematical stencil or just cost-free hand using a sharpie, write your dog's inmate number over the back. Now spot a white restrict on his top of your head with the words TERRIBLE DOG or CAPTIVE written on the top of the glass.
Robin Hood Puppy Costume: This is a extremely cute outfit for your little mate. Using green experienced, make a cape which can be as long as your dog's back but would not touch the ground to the sides. Make sure this cape can be linked around the dog's guitar's neck. Measure your dog's head and with exactly the same green felt develop a sailor type crown that is folded on the edges along with glue or stitch a feather upon the hat.
Softball Player Dog Costume for halloween: All you need to make this particular costume is to get hold of a baseball shirt inside of a boy's or males size, depending on the sizing of your dog, as well as a baseball cap to fit. You may want to attach stretchy to the baseball cover so that it will stay within your dog's head. Site your dog's facade legs through the abs of the shirt together with button it upward.
Doctor Dog Halloween costume: With a lab dress or white tee shirt without tails and additionally kid's doctor set, your dog can be a medical professional for Halloween. Sew 2 or 3 pockets sideways of the shirt so they are on together sides of your pet dog. In the pockets site items such as a stethoscope, band aids and so forth Place your dog's doctor name for the name tag in addition to attach it for the label of the research coat or t shirt.
Lady Bug Pet dog Costume: Using white felt, cut your felt into a lovely lady bug shape and next add a tie on the top bar to go around a person's dog's neck. Right now using black was feeling, cut out round of golf dots and sew them to the red-colored bug shaped cape. Make a little top to fit your dogs scalp and add modest bug eyes along with antennae. Stitch your strip of thinner elastic to the level so that it will stay upon your dog's head.
Ballerina Dog Costume: Only just buy a tutu for the girl dog. Always make sure it fits appropriately or sew this so it does. Perhaps adding elastic going without running shoes might do the trick.
Putting on a costume your dog for Bloody halloween is fun to suit your needs but not always interesting for your dog. Below are a few simple guidelines thus dressing up your pet inside dog Halloween costumes can be more enjoyable for each of you.
The most important thing to remember is usually to always choose a family pet costume that will on no account obstruct your dog's senses, such as inhaling, seeing and ability to hear. Make sure the dog halloween costume doesn't fit much too tightly around the the neck and throat. Do
References
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_fashion
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IT’S HERE!
Hey everyone! It’s finally happening. The long awaited Olivia x MC fit is happening. I’ll leave the rest of my thoughts as the bottom as not to bore you, but I’ll put one tiny thing here: there’s actually no Olivia in this chapter. I know, I know! She’s the whole reason you’re here. But I had to do a chapter without her to set up for something you’ll see in a future chapter. I promise, it’ll prove worth your wait. Anyways, without further ado, let’s get to it!
Tags: slow burn, enemies to lovers, queer romance, eventual lemon(s).
Warnings: Mentions of drinking, death, illness. Language.
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Paige couldn’t remember a time in her life when she wasn’t working towards something. She busted her ass all through highschool, working her way into a scholarship at a decent university. From there, she had concocted a simple, five-step plan:
-Graduate with honors
-Get into a fantastic business school
-Get an amazing, ultra-high paying job
-Pay off debt
-Buy a good house for her parents, and live out the rest of her life comfortably.
But no. Nearly a month after she graduated from college, her dad got diagnosed. As he spent more and more time in the hospital, the bills rolled in. Charge upon charge upon charge, until Paige’s mother had spent up their retirement funds and was looking into getting a second job. So, naturally, Paige stepped up. She got a job working at a tiny bar downtown, and sent her every spare dime to her family, rooming with strangers, because all her friends still lived back home in California.
And then, just as Paige thought her existence couldn’t get any bleaker, it did.
She was sent one final charge, then never any again.
After that, she threw herself into working extra hours at the bar, no longer having the energy to look into jobs anywhere else. For two years, she worked and slept, worked and slept. The only person she ever really talked to was Daniel, a friend who was good for cracking jokes and aimless chatter, but not ideal as emotional support. So, completely on her own, she did her best to heal. She cried till she couldn’t, screamed, cried some more, and did anything she could to try and lessen the complete suffocation that was her grief. Each day, she did whatever she could to wake up feeling a bit lighter, until she felt almost nothing at all. It took two years, but she was finally starting to feel like a person again.
That’s when she met three of the five people who were going to change her life forever.
That day, it was just the men who happened to be in the restaurant. This did make sense, because it was a bachelor party, after all. Not that that was easy to tell, just looking at them. Their clothes ranged from a simple denim-and-white-jeans look to a three piece suit, leather shoes, and a pocket square. Honestly, who still wore pocket squares? Paige shuddered just looking at it. It seemed that she was dealing with a typical group of douchey, overgrown frat boys. It would suck while she was serving them, but usually at least one of them would remember to leave a decent tip. She sighed and strode over, pulling out her pad.
“Hi, what can I-” She broke off for a tiny moment before resuming. “What can I get for you today?” Trying to cover her tracks, she flashed a bright smile.
The reason she had broken off was sitting there, watching her. He wasn’t dressed particularly flashily, in his garnet sweater and khakis, but he had an air of quiet importance about him, something almost noble. His posture was perfect, his hair done with not a strand out of place, a neatly shaved face, a perfectly straight and clean collar. It was the little things about him, things that one didn’t typically find in a crappy downtown bar, that made Paige even warier. He grinned a small, curious grin at her. Before she could respond, the man in the suit began to speak.
“So firstly, I’d like to ask about your wine. I’m assuming there’s a separate list?” Mr. Denim and a (quite cute, actually) guy in a black button down traded amused glances over Sir Suit’s shoulder.
“Sorry, we don’t. We have a good selection of beer an-” He cut her off with a horrified look. She’d never seen such a prim rage before; she had to stop herself from snorting.
“There’s nothing else? I’ve never even heard of some of these labels before! I’d think I’d like to speak to your mana-”
“Tariq.”
The sweatered man, the quiet one, lay a hand on Mr. Suit’s shoulder. His voice was warm, strong, and seemed to contain just a hint of some foreign accent that Paige couldn’t place. He smiled apologetically at her.
“That’s completely fine. We’ll take a bottle of your finest whiskey, and four glasses.”
“Great. Will you be having anything to eat with that?” She was making some strangely intense eye contact with The Sweater (she’d have to try and catch his name) when Tariq cut in obliviously. She was really starting to hate this guy.
“Yes, we’ll each take a filet mignon, medium rare, prepared with a bearnaise sauce.”
Paige blinked. The man smiled blandly at her as though this was a perfectly normal request.
“Sir, the closest thing we have to a filet mignon is the deluxe burger.”
Now it was Tariq’s turn to blanch in horror. “Burger?”
“Sounds great! We’ll take four.” Mr. Denim cut in, shooting a glare Tariq’s way.
“Right then. I’ll go put your order in, and I’ll be right back with that whiskey.”
She turned and made her way back to the kitchen, trying to fight back the smile that threatened to take over her face. Taking out Tariq, this seemed like a group of pretty decent guys. Usually, she expressed nothing more than a vague sort of interest in customers, a kind of unattached curiosity. But listening to them laughing and yelling, she couldn’t help but to want to pull up a chair and join them.
Sighing, she pulled out their glasses and whiskey. She was putting in their order when she felt eyes on her. Without moving, she peered out of the corner of her eye.
The three friends were talking, except for the quiet one. His eyes traced the curve of her neck, and her spine tingled with awareness of his every move. She arched her form just a bit, trying to be as subtle as she could, and his eyes slipped lower.
Just as she was about to turn, his friend elbowed him. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but the quiet one smiled and turned his attention back to the group. She didn’t miss how his eyes fluttered back for just a half second, darkening, before he focused back in on the booth’s conversation.
She sighed, and grabbed the whiskey. Oh, well. This was going to be a boring night, but hopefully, in terms of tip, a fruitful one.
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“Excuse me?”
Paige turned to find the sweatered man from before.
“I think we’re about to head out, and I didn’t want to do so without apologizing.”
The bar had emptied out completely, and the two were completely alone. Sweater’s friends were jostling around out front.
“Apologizing?” She frowned. “For what?”
“Well, I know we kept you late, and my friends can be pretty…” He paused. “Demanding.”
“Demanding, huh? Well, it was nothing I can’t handle. I’m used to it by now.”
“Well, be that as it may, I’d still like to apologize. We’re about to head out to a club right near here. Could I buy you a drink?”
“Which club are you going to?”
“Oh, well…” He winced. “We were actually hoping that you could help with that. We’re not from around here.”
“In that case, I know just where you should go.” She scanned him with a critical eye before making a decision. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy that would particularly enjoy some wild party spot. There’s a great little secret cove right near here you might like.”
He grinned in relief. “That sounds amazing. I’m getting just a bit tired of the traditional bachelor party antics. Why don’t you lead the way?”
“Sure, that sounds awesome! Let me just get out of this uniform, and we can get going.” She turned to go, then stopped short. “Before we go, can I get your name? I’m Paige.”
She turned to offer her hand, expecting a firm shake. To her surprise, he leaned down and actually kissed her knuckles. An honest to god bow-and-kiss. As soon as he’d done it, his eyes widened in embarrassment before shrinking into a wince. “Sorry, that’s an, ah, custom. Where I come from. It’s tradition. I just- just forgot you don’t do it here. I’m Liam.” He was clearly quite mortified, but Paige smiled. She thought it cute, and made her feel oddly regal. There was something so gentle in the gesture, it was almost reverent. Sweet. Grinning, Paige ducked back into the backroom, changing into an emerald-green dress she kept in her bag. She paused for a moment to check her reflection, fluffing out her hair and dress. Confident, she followed Liam into the night air.
As soon as she stepped out, the first thing she heard was: “Daaang! The waitress is hot!”, quickly followed by a more earnest: “That uniform didn’t do you justice.” Before she could respond, Liam stepped forward.
“Hey. Paige is a guest among us, and I doubt she appreciates you commenting on her appearance like that.”
If he didn’t before, he now had her full trust.
She was pretty used to receiving comments like that by now, and it didn’t particularly bother her. At least these guys didn’t seem to have any cruel intent. She got much worse in clubs or on the street. But it was rare to see another man stick up for her like that. Liam barely even knew her, and yet he was ready to call out his friends for her. Instantly, she found she liked him even more.
The guys stuck their head down and muttered apologies. They seemed sincere enough, and clearly eager to earn a fresh start, so Paige let it go.
“So, the waitress is coming with us?” Mr. Denim piped up, looking Paige over.
“Actually, we’re going with her. She’s picked out our next destination.”
“So she’s our tour guide now.” Denim raised his brow. He didn’t seem malicious, per se, just skeptical.
“Hey, Paige very graciously agreed to show us around, so play nice.” Liam turned to her. “Lead the way!”
“I’d love to, but can I get the rest of you guys’ names first? I can’t be referring to you three as ‘you there’ this whole night.”
“I’m Maxwell! Maxwell Beaumont.” Button Down grinned and shook her hand enthusiastically.
“I’m Drake Walker.” Denim stepped forward and also shook her hand, though much less enthusiastically.
“Great. And you’re Tariq, right?” She pointed at the third man, who was smiling at her in a way that did actually make her just a tad uncomfortable. He nodded, his smile growing.
“Awesome. Let’s get going!” She spun around, and they followed her into the night.
* * *
They emerged from a small swath of greenery into a beautiful little cove. The starlight shone on the ocean, and the whole place seemed mysterious and magical. Like anything could happen.
“We should build a bonfire!” Drake looked happier than he’d been all night.
“I am will not be engaging in manual labor.” Tariq looked like he was about to throw up.
“I forgot who I was talking to. What I meant was, I’m going to go build a bonfire.” He practically skipped off. Paige could’ve sworn she heard a giggle. The men turned to take in their surroundings.
“This place is awesome! Skinny dippiiiiiing!”
“Keep your pants on, Maxwell.”
Liam turned to Paige as the other two bickered. “Thank you for taking us here, Paige. I can tell the guys are enjoying themselves already.”
“Forget your friends. Do you like it here?”
“I love it.” He was completely sincere.
“This is my secret spot, so I’m really trusting you here.” She was teasing, but he looked her directly in the eye as he responded. “I will do everything I can to be worthy of that trust.”
There was a moment there, where he held her gaze. But he looked away and turned his eyes to the sky as he spoke.
“There’s only one problem. How am I supposed to buy you that drink now?” He’d made his tone light as meringue, but there was a tiny crease between his brows.
“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll just keep owing me.”
“Seems fair enough to me.” They stood together for a second, until Drake called out.
“Guys! The fire’s ready!”
He beamed as he motioned for them to sit. His proud beam suddenly reminded Paige of a particularly peppy golden retriever. She stifled a giggle as she tucked her feet under her.
“Hey, can I ask you guys something?” She had grabbed one of the beers Drake had insisted they get from a convenience store on the way. She sipped from the bottle, trying to appear casual. Maxwell looked up from one of the pop-tarts he had picked up. “What’s up?”
“Well, what’s up with you guys? What’s your deal?”
As soon as she asked the question, the atmosphere shifted noticeably. The air grew thick with tension. The boys traded nervous glances, each one visibly uncomfortable. Finally, Liam spoke.
“Guys, it’s fine. She deserves to know.”
“Are you sure?” Drake’s puppy-like grin had vanished, replaced with a look of guarded skepticism.
“Positive.” Liam nodded, and they all turned to her.
“Okay. Paige, there’s something you should know about us.”
“Alright…” It suddenly occurred to her that she was on a remote island with four strange men who were now all staring at her, and why did she think this was a good idea? She tried to tamp down her growing panic.
“As you know, we’re not from here. But where we are from, specifically, is... Cordonia.”
“Okay. And this is a secret why, exactly?”
Liam shifted again. Clearly, there was more.
“Well, we’re not just tourists. I mean, we’re not really, ah, average citizens.”
Hm. Well, that wasn’t too surprising. Liam’s controlled manner, the way Maxwell kept looking over his shoulder, Tariq’s pocket square. But what, exactly, did this all mean? They were either spies, mega rich, or criminals. She waited for them to go on.
“What I mean by that is… well, we may have left some things out in our introduction. Drake really is Drake Walker, but the rest of us are different.”
Maxwell piped up. “I’m Sir Maxwell Percival Beaumont. Of Ramsford.”
“I am Lord Tariq Nadar, of Larada.” He bowed and leered at Paige in a way that caused her stomach to lurch suddenly.
“And I am Prince Liam Cicero Constantine Rhys, prince of Cordonia.”
Prince of Cordonia. The way he kissed her hand. The way the other men seemed so keenly aware of his every command. His cordial behavior. She had been flirting with a prince. An heir, she guessed.
But, if he was an heir, then that could mean-
Oh, God.
“Whose bachelor party is this?”
To her horror, Liam raised his hand tentatively.
“It’s mine.”
Shit! Ew, ew, ew. Her opinion of him dropped right down to the ground. Of course he was fucking engaged. He had been flirting with her, checking her out, and he was engaged! Fuck that, fuck him. She hadn’t even been that into him, so any disappointment she may have felt was swallowed by anger and disgust. She was almost ready to leave when he jumped in, probably sensing her rage.
“I’m not engaged. I mean, I will be, but I don’t actually have a fiancé yet.”
Oh. She lowered herself back onto the log, smoothing her pinched features.
“But wait. That doesn’t make any sense. Why have a bachelor party if you’re not even engaged yet?”
“That’s what you're concerned about? Not the nobility thing? I mean, I would- ow! Drake!” Drake elbowed Maxwell into silence before turning to Paige to explain.
“Liam’s at the age where it’s finally time to pick a future queen. The social season begins the day after tomorrow, and by the end of it, Liam’s gonna have a bride. They try to win the favor of the king and queen, catch Liam’s eye, demonstrate their queenly abilities through a series of competitions, blah blah blah. We’re throwing a bachelor party now because the next one’ll basically just be a press event with a bunch of nobles he barely knows.”
“Oh.” It was all she could manage to say. What the hell was she supposed to say? This was a huge bomb to just drop on her casually.
“I hope you don’t think we’re trying to fool you. If that is the case, it’s completely understandable-”
“I believe you.” Oddly enough, she knew they weren’t lying. Somehow, in her bones, she just knew. These were genuine nobles, ones she’d just happened to somehow convince to spend the night out together. Her, the broke, tired waitress. Intellectually, she knew this was an absolutely wild and preposterous thing she was doing, but emotionally, that just wouldn’t register. This felt right, like an evening out with three old friends and one Tariq.
But then again, this was different for them. They weren’t used to spending time with people like her. She was suddenly keenly aware of her own casual behavior, how she’d treated them like any old group of people. They weren’t. She started to gather up her things, fussing with her bag. She should leave them. Why would they want to spend time with someone like her?
“Does this mean I should have been curtseying? Bowing? Using your proper titles?”
“Well, personally, I wouldn’t have minded if you had-”
“Shut up, Tariq.” Maxwell twisted towards her. “This night has turned out to be awesome. You’ve turned out to be pretty awesome. And it doesn’t have to end! Let’s stay out! Just keep thinking of us as regular tourists. Don’t go.”
“I-” She stopped. “Okay. I’m staying.”
Her answer seemed to have surprised her as much as it did them. But she meant it, truly. She was having fun, and as weird as this night had turned out to be, she felt like she had made friends. Real friends, not work ones. This night would become a cool story she told at parties, and these people would become ones she’d wonder about and obsessively google for years to come, she was sure. So she didn’t leave. She sat with them, and it was one of the best nights she’d spent in a very long time.
* * *
“Paige! Wait up!” Paige turned to find Maxwell running after her. Her face split into a surprised grin. “Maxwell! What are you doing here?” He bounded up with a bright look about him. “I’m here for you! The plane leaves in like half an hour, and I wanted to catch you before we left.”
It was the morning after the bachelor party, and Paige was trudging to work. The sidewalk was choked with people rushing from place to place, and Maxwell was struggling to hold his ground.
“And why did you need to catch me, exactly?” Surely, from the beam on his face, he wasn’t just delivering a lost earring? Hope started to tickle at her insides, though what it was for, she had no idea.
“I wanted to make an offer. Obviously, it’s totally cool if you want to say no, and there’s no pressure or anything, but I had to ask.”
“Okay…” What was he doing?
“Come with us.” Her expression must’ve been absolutely shocked, and he hurried on upon seeing it.
“Liam looked really happy last night. Like, uncharacteristically happy and smiley. And you seem really cool, so I got to thinking. You could come with us. You’d be sponsored by House Beaumont, and you’d have a real shot at it! It wouldn’t be easy, since you’re not technically nobility, and House Beaumont is kind of-” he stopped himself. “Um, I mean, it would be hard. Is what I’m saying. But cool! Fun! Are you in?”
“Sorry, what is ‘it’, exactly?”
“Oh, yeah, shoot. Liam’s hand in marriage!”
Liam’s hand. In marriage. The sidewalk seemed to spin. She liked Liam just fine, but marriage? There was no way. She knew it, deep down in her soul. She wasn’t going to marry him, and she never would.
She glanced back over her shoulder, back at the bar. The whole place seemed grubby and hollow. Daniel was wiping away at the counter, a faraway expression on his face. He was dreaming of an out. They had dreamed of that out together, on mornings like this.
Paige pictured elegant palaces, glamorous parties, beautiful people. She imagined dancing the night away, drunk on champagne and laughter. She imagined stolen corridor kisses and secret rendezvous in lavish gardens.
She turned back to Maxwell.
“I’ll meet you back here in twenty minutes. I’ve got some packing to do.”
Son that was the first chapter! It’s out a bit later than I’d like, but it’s out! Sorry again about the Olivia thing. I promise, she’ll be a key character in chapter two.
I’m really new to publishing my stuff, so if you have any tips or suggestions, please let me know!
#slow burn#enemies to lovers#olivia nevrakis#choices stories you play#the royal holiday#the royal romance#trr au#trr mc#trr#the royal heir#choices fanfiction#choices fandom
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Worth the Fight: Ch8
For the first time in a long time, Amity is excited.
More than excited, but she isn’t sure how else to describe it, even with her quite extended vocabulary. To finally have a chance at something she’d wanted to do all her life and had never had a chance to do until now? There are few words to describe the elation she feels.
She and Luz had spent a little longer than they should have at the market a few days ago picking out some clothes that Luz deemed suitable for her to train in, but then they had to hurry back to the manor because it was getting late and if they didn’t Bump would certainly stop her and there was no way to explain the clothes she’d bought. She liked Bump, he was a good teacher, wise, and knowledgeable. That being said, his loyalties were first and foremost to her parents and Amity could not trust him with her secrets, not like she could Lilith, which made it hard to navigate her situation at home at times.
It had been Lilith that had inspired her desire to learn to fight, well, her and ‘Azura, the good knight’ the heroine of her favorite book.
When Amity had gone to her asking to learn the art of sword fighting Lilith had been more than amenable to the idea, but her parents refused, insisting that she do what they had hired her to do, teach her enchantment magic, and as much as Lilith had wanted to teach her, she had acquiesced to her parent’s wishes, much to Amity’s disappointment.
She felt a twinge at the thought of her teacher. Lilith had been gone for over a year now, sent across the sea to fight at the Emperor’s order. There had been no word from her in months and some days Amity wondered if the raven-haired knight was even still alive; she missed her.
Amity shook her head, today wasn’t the day for this, she needed to stay focussed. That was what Lilith would want her to do.
Luz was going to start her training today. They would have started already, but Bump had pulled Luz to help oversee some deliveries being made from the estate and she’d been away all day for the last two days, but she was back now and they could begin.
She carefully concealed her training clothes in her dress, the only useful thing about one of the puffy, ugly, hunter green monstrosities her mother had given her, and one she never wore if she could help it, before leaving the room.
She hurried down the hall, Luz said she would be on gate duty whenever she was ready.
Just as she was about to hit the first stair, a pair of synced voices called out to her.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry today, Mittens?”
Amity groaned to herself before she glanced over her shoulder where her brother and sister were standing, grinning at her from the doorways of their bedrooms.
“It’s a nice day, I’m going out for a walk,” she grunted.
“Well, that sounds like a lovely idea!” Emira grinned.
“Indeed it does, dear sister, we’ll join you.” Edric’s grin matched his twins’.
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Amity grumbled as the twins came to stand on either side of her.
“Aw, come on, Mittens, we haven’t done anything together in so long,” Emira lamented as she leaned her head on Amity’s.
“No,” Amity scowled.
“Oh, please, we just want to spend some time with our little sister,” Edric baby talked to her as he leaned on her shoulder, making her growl and elbow him in the stomach. He grunted and backed off.
Amity was steaming inside, there was no way she was going to be able to shake the two now, she’d been waiting for days already!
She took a deep breath, she could wait another day, Luz wasn’t going anywhere.
“Fine,” she bit out and the twins grinned as they walked down the steps.
When they approached, Luz looked up and the confusion that broke out across her face as Amity came walking out of the house with two slightly older people that bore a striking resemblance to Amity, as well as each other, was apparent.
“Luz, would you escort us on a walk down to the coast?” she turned to the human guard as they passed through the gate, she tried to send Luz some kind of look with her eyes, trying to convey to her not to mention their training.
“Of course, Lady Blight.” Luz nodded, glancing between the three.
She’d heard of the Blight twins, of course, Edric and Emira, but this was the first time Luz had actually seen them in person. She hadn’t been in the manor since the first day when she’d met Bump.
“Oh, I’ve never seen you before,” Emira said, eyeing Luz up and down and the young knight’s face turned pink at the suggestive smile that had slid onto the older Blight’s face.
“Uhh…” Luz blinked.
“Luz is new,” Amity grumbled, rolling her eyes at her sister's flirtatiousness. She did this every time they got a new guard around their age, which wasn’t often, but it had still happened several times. Once, a young man had to be released from their employ because Emira had flirted with him and he had been convinced she was in love with him and begun following her around and serenading her at her window at night.
Luz just looked embarrassed, thankfully.
“Edric, Emira!” They all turned as Bump stood on the front steps of the manor, looking quite annoyed and the twins grimaced. “A word if you’d please…,” the old witch practically growled, arms folded behind his back and eyes narrowed at the two of them.
“Well, shit…,” Edric mumbled under his breath as they two moved back toward the doors.
Amity caught Luz’s eye and jerked her head in a very clear message.
‘Let’s go’
Luz nodded and gave a brief wave to Jerbo as they hurried down the road away from Blight manor before Bump finished reaming out the twins for whatever they had done.
They walked quickly until they were out of sight of the manor and Amity sighed in relief. She loved her siblings, annoying as they could be the majority of the time, but she was not in the mood for them, not today.
“So, those were the infamous twins the other guards talked about,” Luz hummed as they walked and Amity rolled her eyes.
“Yes, my brother and sister, Edric and Emira,” she sniffed.
“So I heard,” Luz chuckled. “What did they do to get Sir Bump all riled up?” she asked.
“I couldn’t begin to guess, the twins like to play ‘jokes’, which sometimes come back to bite them.” She shook her head. Last week they were confined to their rooms when they poured an elixir into the stew being made for dinner that made it congeal into an abomination, which the house staff had to chase down,” Amity said and Luz snorted. “The halls still vaguely smell like stewed lamb,” she sighed. “I’m just glad Bump showed up when he did, they were insisting on joining me for my ‘walk’,” she grumbled.
“You don't want to include them in your training?” Luz chuckled at the sour face Amity made. “Why not?” she asked.
Amity opened her mouth to speak but stopped short, jaw snapping back shut with a quiet click. She had just been about to explain her often strained relationship with her siblings when she remembered just who she was speaking to. Luz, who was still all but a stranger to her, an acquaintance, really. Why was she telling her any of this?
She just shrugged in response.
“We have a tenuous relationship at times,” is all she said and Luz waited for more but it seems that’s all she was going to say on the matter.
Luz frowned, she could feel the sudden shift in the atmosphere. They had been having a rather pleasant conversation when Amity had suddenly clammed up and Luz wondered if she had said something to offend her, but after quickly thinking over the conversation she couldn’t find fault in anything she said. She tried a different tack.
“So, are you ready?” Luz asked her as she led them to a secluded spot she had scouted out for them to train at, and Amity’s mood seemed to do another complete one-eighty as she smiled up at her, almost giddy, and Luz couldn’t help but think how pretty the noblewoman was when she smiled as opposed to scowling, as was so often the case.
“I’m more than ready,” Amity asserted, which made Luz grin.
They walked for a good fifteen minutes before they reached the spot.
A clearing, situated on a low ridge by the shore that hung out over the sand on one side and was mostly surrounded by large rocks on the other that would hide them from view as if the woods weren’t already doing so.
“We’ll train here, it’s away from everything and secluded so no one should see us.” She swept an arm around at the space and Amity nodded as she took it all in.
“Alright, I’m going to change…” Amity pulled the folded up clothes they had bought in the market out of her skirts and looked up to find Luz still standing there, looking at her curiously and her face flared hot. “Do you mind?” she asked, though it certainly didn’t sound like a question.
“No...” Luz shook her head innocently and Amity gave her a long look that made realization flash across her face. “Oh! Uh, right!” she spun around to face the woods and hide her red face. “Sorry! I just… with traveling on the road with my mentor the last five years… there was never much privacy to be had so we kinda just did our own things, ya know?” Luz scratched the back of her head sheepishly as she listened to the sound of rustling fabric.
“It’s fine…,” Amity’s voice is low and obviously embarrassed.
Luz anxiously tapped a booted foot in the dirt before Amity finally called out that she was ready and the human turned around to appraise her new student.
Amity was fidgeting with her clothes, she wasn’t used to such attire.
The snug, gray pants and leather boots Luz had insisted on felt strange on her person, but especially the double-breasted black jacket with the dark green piping and high collar that fit snugly around her neck and chest. When she moved the jacket's tails hit the back of her thighs with every step. She adjusted the magenta armband she had added around her left bicep, a small pop of her own.
Everything was new and strange, snug, but nothing was uncomfortable, just different.
“Well, you look ready to train,” Luz appraised. “For the most part…” Luz reached down to her waist and untied the second sword hanging at her waist and tossed the sheathed blade to Amity. “That’s my old training sword, it’s what you’ll be using for the foreseeable future,” she explained as Amity wrapped a hand around the blade’s hilt and pulled it free of its sheath, testing its weight in her hand.
“Training blade, hmm?” she mumbled, running a finger over the edge. “It’s dull.” Amity frowned
“Hey, it took me two years of training before Eda even gave me that,” Luz chuckled. “There's no jumping straight to the front of the line here, Lady Blight.”
Amity blinked at that. A knight named Eda, she’d heard that name before, but from where escapes her at the moment, there’s a nagging little twinge of familiarity in the back of her mind, but she doesn’t have time for that right now, they have training to do, she can puzzle it out later.
“What’s first?” Amity blinked up at her, as she tied the sheath to her belt and took hold of the blade again, ready.
“Well, first of all, that’s not how you hold it.” Luz walked over and wrapped her hands around Amity’s adjusting them on the hilt, warm, rough fingers moving her own hands into the correct places and once she was done Amity realized how much more natural her new grip felt.
“There…” Luz took a step back. Her stance was still wonky, but it wasn’t important at the moment. “Now try to hit me,” she ordered.
“What?!” Amity’s head shot up at that to look at Luz’s grinning face.
“Try to hit me,” she repeated.
“I’m not going to hit you with a sword!” She lowered the blade tip to the ground.
“I need to see where you're at and where we need to work, you won’t hurt me, I promise, now swing at me!” Luz again commanded.
“No!” Amity frowned. Even if the blade was dull, swinging it at her could still cause harm.
Luz frowned, tapping her foot before she got an idea, Amity had proven from the moment they met that she had a bit of a temper, and she was about to receive a first-hand lesson in one of the first lessons Eda had ever given her; how to exploit your opponent's obvious weaknesses’.
Luz walked a few steps over to the trees and scanned the ground before picking up a stick about the same length of her sword and walking back over, brandishing the stick like a weapon.
“Hit. Me.” she punctuated each statement with a poke of the stick to Amity’s stomach.
“Stop, I’m not going to hit you!” Amity grumbled, trying to swat the stick away, but Luz was much faster.
“Hit me,” she repeated stabbing harder still at Amity, who winced as the stick stuck her in the ribs.
“Luz!” she snarled, batting at the stick and missing every time as Luz circled around her poking her mercilessly harder and harder as she repeated her command to strike her.
Amity could feel her temper rising by a few more degrees every time Luz jabbed her with her stick. Her jaw clenched and her grip on the hilt of the training blade tightened. She knew what Luz was doing and she was not going to fall for it, there had to be a safer way to do this than what Luz was suggesting.
Luz could see it in her face, Amity was breaking, her temper was just about to boil over in a frothing rage with a little more prodding.
On the one hand, she was rather touched that Amity didn’t want to hurt her, but on the other, she found it laughable that she thought she could.
“Hit me, Blight!” Luz jabbed her particularly hard in the back with the tip of her stick and knew immediately that she had broken through Amity's patience.
With a strangled, rage-filled noise, Amity spun around, swinging the blade as though it were a bat.
Luz hopped back out of range, a grin pulling at her lips as Amity rushed after her, swinging haphazardly and snarling at her.
Luz could only grin to herself as she danced in and out of range, avoiding every one of Amity’s wild swings and intermittently poking her with the stick, just to add fuel to the fire when it looked like it was starting to dwindle. This was a test of stamina after all.
After a good five minutes of leading Amity around the clearing with her taunting grin and quick pokes with a stick, the noble stood panting, the sword resting against the ground as she tried to get her breath back and looking pissed off.
“Well, I can tell you that stamina is definitely going to need to be worked on,” Luz chuckled as she walked over to her.
“That’s not going to be a quick process is it?" Amity huffed, looking up at Luz as sweat dripped down her brow. Black might have been a poor choice in attire for training outside at the height of summer. The human crossed her arms and shook her head.
“No, you’ll just have to build it up as we go, but it means that our sessions won’t be very long until you start building up your endurance, if you overwork you’ll end up hurt,” Luz warned as she came to a stop in front of Amity, stick resting on her shoulder. “There are ways to help it along. We need to run.” she grinned.
“Run?” Amity grimaced at that and Luz hummed an affirmative.
“Yup, let’s go!” she whooped and took off, sliding down the ridge to the sandy beach below and tossing her stick aside.
“W-wait, Luz!” She sheathed her sword and quickly followed after her as she jogged down the beach with Amity trailing behind as they kicked up a cloud of sand with their boots. Luz was wearing a chainmail shirt beneath her tunic and still outrunning the noble by a longshot.
Her lungs burned as she tried to keep up with Luz as they dashed across the hot beach beneath the blazing sun, she was sure she was sweating to death inside the jacket.
So maybe there was more to learning how to use a sword than she initially thought, but Amity was nothing if not tenacious and resolved to all tasks she set herself to, and this one would be no different.
She wasn’t sure how long Luz made her chase her up and down the beach but it had to be at least an hour judging from the position of the sun overhead.
Luz turned around, running backward now to face Amity who was dragging through the sand at a slow trot rather than a run. Luz was exhausted herself but she did her best not to let it show, she had to put on a good face for her new student after all!
“Come on, Lady Blight!” Luz called, stressing the title. “Is that all you have?” She grinned and Amity scowled at her opening her mouth to deliver a scathing retort when the heel of Luz’s boot caught on a piece of driftwood and she went tumbling backward in the sand
“Ay, meirda!” she yelped as she rolled backward flinging up a wave of sand before rolling to a stop on her stomach.
Amity didn’t have the energy or breath to laugh, but that didn’t stop her from grinning wickedly as the woman rolled through the sand before finally landing face-down, flat on her stomach.
Luz grumbled as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and sputtered, spitting out sand as Amity came to a stop in front of her.
“Well, that was embarrassing…,” she mumbled, face pink as she looked up at Amity, who was panting, red-faced, but grinning at her. “Uh, let’s take a break!” she offered with a huff, getting her own breath back as she pushed herself up to stand, brushing off as much sand as she could as she walked over to the water and washed the remaining granules off her face and hands before plopping herself back down onto her butt in the hot sand, facing the sea.
Amity flopped down next to her bonelessly, cupping her hands in the water and washing the sweat from her face. The salty taste of the ocean water was indistinguishable from the sweat that had been dripping down her face for the past hour, but it was cool on her flushed skin and she sighed in relief. When it didn’t feel like she was going to pass out from the heat she looked up at the waves and the clear blue sky, it really was a beautiful day today.
Luz was contenting herself with digging through the sand till her fingers brushed something hard hidden among the granules and dug her fingers harder into the ground before lifting a whole shell free from its sandy prison. She brushed the remaining grains of sand off as she admired the shiny pink, and white surface, it’s soft spirals were perfectly smooth under her fingers.
“I love the ocean,” Luz said aloud as she turned the shell over in her hand.
“Hm, why’s that, seashells?” Amity cocked a brow at the human as she leaned back on her hands.
“Well, that’s one reason, yeah,” she chuckled. “It’s just so different from anywhere else, like a whole ‘nother world, with things you can’t find anywhere else.” She held the shell out to Amity who took it between her fingers. “I grew up isolated deep in the woods, I never saw the ocean till I started traveling with Eda five years ago.
“That’s your mentor, right?” Amity asked, turning the smooth shell over in her fingers. Luz nodded.
“Yup!” Luz smiled and Amity hummed but they said nothing more for a while.
“Alright!” Luz slapped her knees before she hauled herself to her feet and offered a hand to Amity, who took it and yelped as Luz practically jerked her off the ground effortlessly. “Ah, sorry!” she smiled apologetically. “I’m going to teach you some basic strikes.” she declared and Amity’s exhaustion vanished at that.
Luz pulled her own blade from its sheath, it made a quiet scraping sound as she pulled the blade free and demonstrated a few basic strikes. Which they practiced for a few hours, Luz using her own sword to block Amity’s strikes but nothing more. She corrected her footwork and form several times and Amity realized for all the books she had read over the years about the subject, and the knights she had watched compete in tourney’s, it was nothing compared to doing it herself.
They practiced till Amity’s hands were sore and her exhaustion returned with a vengeance. All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep. Luz seemed to pick up on her ever more sluggish movements before she called for an end to training, she was getting tired herself, though she blamed that on the chainmail she was still becoming accustomed to beneath her tunic.
“Let’s call it a day," she finally declared and Amity almost cried in relief, but she didn’t, though only just. She wanted to sit but feared she wouldn't be able to get back up if she did.
“When I get a chance I’ll set up some training dummies for you to practice on.” Luz scratched her chin as she looked around the clearing thoughtfully.
“Will we train here again tomorrow?” Amity asked her after a moment, sheathing the training blade.
“Oh, after how today went, we won’t be training tomorrow,” Luz said, looking at her.
Amity straightened, feeling indignation well up within her. Did Luz think because of her poor running performance today that she couldn’t do it, was she already rescinding her offer to teach her?
“No, I can do it!” Amity insisted. “Perhaps today had a bit of a rough start, but I can do this!” she insisted. Luz blinked wide, brown eyes at her.
“No, Amity, you don’t…”
“Just let me prove it!” Amity cut her off and Luz frowned. Amity obviously didn’t understand what Luz was trying to say to her. Now she understood why Eda had taught her with a ‘show’, rather than ‘tell’, style. Some things were just easier learned by experience, and though Luz didn’t really want to do that per se, it wasn’t going to stop what was going to happen tomorrow, regardless of whether or not she turned it into a teachable moment, so she might as well.
“Okay, we train tomorrow; no matter what,” she finished and it had a slightly ominous tone to it, but Amity got what she wanted and was pleased, so she nodded. Luz just shook her head knowingly.
When they returned to the manor she and Luz parted ways at the front gate and Amity hurried upstairs to her room, hand on the knob when a voice made her stop.
“Well, look who finally came home.”
“I can’t believe you ditched us.”
She glanced over her shoulder at her siblings, standing there looking at her from their own bedrooms, annoyed.
“You two seemed to have your hands full with Sir Bump,” she smirked and Edric snorted.
“He has no sense of humor,” The only blight son grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe.
“What happened to you, I thought you were going for a walk?” Emira cocked her head as she looked at her sister's disheveled appearance. Her mint green hair was slightly matted and damp while her dress was wrinkled with bits of grass stuck to it, but she looked overall pleased before the two of them had gotten her attention.
“I… fell,” she finally said and the twins glanced at each other.
“You fell,” Emira repeated, crossing her arms and giving her sister a long look.
“Yes, down a hill…” Was that really the best she could come up with? She scolded herself. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired.” With that she disappeared into her room, leaving her sibling standing in the hall in silence.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Edric asked, turning to his twin.
“That Mittens is shagging the cute new guard?” Emira asked and Edric blinked wide eyes at her.
“Actually, I was gonna say I think she’s getting more clumsy, but that makes way more sense!” He laughed. “Didn’t think she had it in her… no wonder she didn’t want us to come along…”
“Too bad… I thought she was cute…,” Emira pouted.
“You could always try anyway?” Edric suggested, looking at her from across the hall. “I mean, I’m not saying you should and it would certainly be a shit thing to do, but you could.” He shrugged. Emira scoffed.
“What kind of sister do you take me for, to try and steal a woman from my own baby sister?” She shot him a scandalized look that made him laugh.
“I was just saying!”
~ ~
Amity quickly pulled off her dress, training pants still on beneath. The jacket would have been visible beneath the dress, so it had to come off.
Just as she went to pull them off and she felt something in the pocket and dug her hand in to wrap around something smooth and warm before she pulled out the pink and white shell Luz had given her. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface. The pinks are bright against the off white and she admired it for a long moment before setting it on the table near her bed and finished changing out of the dirty clothes.
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