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astonmartinii · 7 months

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we don’t play about halloween | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem reader

max doesn’t play about three things: formula one, his cats and his girlfriend’s love for halloween

MASTERLIST | TIPS

yourusername

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yourusername: yes we dress up to carve pumpkins, it’s rude if you don’t.

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user1: gosh they are so cute

user2: did max just dress as himself whenever he’s within 5ft of y/n?

maxverstappen1: i get why the americans don’t play about the statue of liberty

yourusername: i think they should build one of you in zandvoort

maxverstappen1: and they still wouldn’t worship it as much as i worship you

yourusername: i literally light candles in your name and pray for you with you mum, i think i worship you more sorry

maxverstappen1: the ONLY loss i’ll take

user3: i feel lonely year round because of them but it’s SO much worse during halloween

user4: they are the definition of the couple costume they invented it and they PERFECTED it

landonorris: i thought your apartment was a safe space, why did i get harassed over my costume?

yourusername: it was more of the lack of costume? “streamer” does not count

landonorris: who actually dresses up to carve pumpkins?

maxverstappen1: COOL PEOPLE

yourusername: imagine not dressing up and having an awful pumpkin … could never be me

landonorris: STOP BULLYING ME

maxverstappen1: do better then.

user5: obsessed with how peace and love y/n is for the whole year but as soon as someone doesn’t care about halloween it’s fight time

charles_leclerc: remind me to never accept an invite to a halloween event at the verstappen-l/n household - far TOO much stress

yourusername: but you’re like the only one who deserves an invite to next year because the air max costume slayed

maxverstappen1: i might even let you back on it

charles_leclerc: might???

maxverstappen1: follow me on instagram

yourusername: 2019 was so long ago we really need to move on

danielricciardo: you seriously underestimate just how petty these men are

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: halloween is a full family affair

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user8: JIMMY AND SASSY I CAN'T

user9: yall looking at the croissant and the lobster i'm focusing on AMY AND NICK?

user10: has max even seen this film?

maxverstappen1: nope i just like doing the costumes y/n wants to do

user11: i wish i had enough friends to have like ten billion halloween parties

oscarpiastri: i didn't know what to expect but i did not think i was going to see alex trying to drown george at the apple bobbing station

yourusername: i let them work out their own mess as long as they don't accidentally flood our living room again

oscarpiastri: AGAIN?

maxverstappen1: f1 drivers are just competitive about apple bobbing as they are about driving

alexalbon: in my defence there is a sick trophy for the champ i simply cannot let anyone else win it

user12: they got a trophy made? and girlies are serious about this?

yourusername: custom trophies for apple bobbing, pumpkin carving and best costume

alexalbon: three time apple bobbing champ right here

charles_leclerc: i'm coming for best costume this year

danielricciardo: pumpkin carving was an easy dub last year

maxverstappen1: but no one has out done us for costumes thus far

yourusername: and that's not bias, there is a democratic voting process x

user13: i need to be in this friendship group right now

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yourusername: it's the most wonderful time of the year ! thanks to everyone who came out and making the spooky season special. p.s. shout out to max who found this wig while going through our costume box and insisted on not taking it off the whole set up.

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user16: NOOOOO WHY IS HALLOWEEN OVER ALREADY

user17: rip to all of us who were hoping for a sexy y/n x max costume

user18: they heard we wanted sexy and gave us ratatouille i hate their asses

oscarpiastri: okay so lando wasn't lying when he said you guys go insane for halloween

yourusername: i fear not. i hope you enjoyed your dip in the pool, we found you in a guest room in my bath robe at 3am

oscarpiastri: oops.

maxverstappen1: you fared better than others on their rookie halloween appearance, just ask lando and charles

landonorris: you told me there was no alcohol in the jelly so it's not my fault i ate the whole bowl and threw up in your shower

yourusername: wow way to blame the victims there lando, you literally blocked the drain

landonorris: MAX SAID THERE WAS NO ALCOHOL

yourusername: it was labelled with the ingredients. you just can't read

landonorris: no comment

yourusername: and charles got so drunk that he decided he would sleep on the couch but got 'lonely' and insisted on cuddling with us

charles_leclerc: Y/N!!!! YOU SAID YOU'D KEEP THAT A SECRET

maxverstappen1: don't worry we thought it was cute

carlossainz55: wait is that why you came as a "cuddle bug" this year?

charles_leclerc: NO

alexalbon: and that must be why he got best costume RIGGORY

yourusername: no riggory here, you and lily as mavis and jonathon were a close second

user19: i won't rest until i have an invite next year.

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: sorting the recycling with your head barely attached is always the worst part of halloween

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user20: drunk max looks like so much fun

yourusername: i think i might drink my weight in coffee today but i need to see the kitchen floor soon before i lose my mind

user21: ma'am i know you're clinging to life rn but can we know who won what?

alexalbon: ALEX ALBON APPLE BOBBING CHAMP FOUR YEARS IN A ROW

charles_leclerc: i won best costume and it's purely because i'm cute cause NO one there knew about my cuddling escapades last year

landonorris: ugh pretty privilege back at it again

charles_leclerc: jealousy is a disease get well soon

oscarpiastri: my pumpkin ended up winning !! turns out people love a kangaroo in the ghostface mask

maxverstappen1: first rookie to win that title (i am so impressed by the kangaroo)

yourusername: you were actually so good you have to help me with all the decorative ones next year

oscarpiastri: i'm in

user21: but who won the real award - most embarrassing moment?

maxverstappen1: daniel got stuck in the door in his inflatable horse/cowboy costume

danielricciardo: NO esteban dressing as the cheese string man was worse

estebanocon: that's real creativity at least i didn't fall asleep in the bath like carlos

yourusername: not to gang up on carlos but the blanket you took in their is damaged beyond repair and i request a replacement

carlossainz55: fair, but it was me, lando and george in the tub

georgerussell63: fake news @carmenmundt

carmenmundt: i was also at the party babe, it was impressive how you all fit in there

user22: the fact they do all of this and race like two weeks later and the teams just deal with it

maxverstappen1: we've done much worse on race weekends

yourusername: someone didn't have to try and get home after abu dhabi 2021, halloween is nothing compared to that

note: a lil halloween one for you all. i also DO NOT PLAY ABOUT HALLOWEEN. and am currently planning my costume lol. just wanted to get a small one out before all my work comes in tomorrow, much love xx

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samandcolbyownme · 5 months

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Summary: request by @theblackcatwitch3 - "I was wondering if you would do Sam falling for a girl with a tongue piercing you can decide if there's smut or no"

Warnings: SMUT18+, bar scene, semi-sub!Sam, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, facial, general filth

Word count: 2.8k | not edited

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"Who's that guy over there?" Your friend asks as she points subtly. You turn, looking behind you. Your eyes scan over the people but no one really sticks out to you.

"Who?" You ask turning back around to face her. She laughs slightly and leans in, pointing at a very specific group of guys sitting and standing at the bar, "The blonde one. Grey hoodie."

Your eyes move to try and find him. The non stop movement of people is hard, but when you meet his eyes, you feel your heart skip a beat.

You turn back quickly, facing your friend as the blush you applied before going out, turns darker.

"You should go talk to him." She nudges your arm with her elbow, "He's cute."

"Yeah but what if he's weird?" You laugh and shake your head and she sighs, "Then I'll come pretend to be your girlfriend, just give me a signal and I'll be there."

You smile, "Always there for me." You look down at your empty glass, "I need a refill anyway."

"You got this." She nudges you again, "Now go. Be flirtatious."

You sigh, "Alright. I'm going. Im going." You stand up, taking a deep, quiet breath as you turn away from her. You try to keep it cool, not like your heart was ready to thump out of your chest.

He was hot.

He was popular, from the looks of it.

You walk up to the bar next to him and you can feel him looking you up and down.

"What can I get ya?" The bartender asks and you push your glass towards him, "just a vodka cran please."

He nods and you look over, giving him a smile, "Hi."

"Vodka cran. Can't go wrong with one of them." The blonde laughs and you instantly feel relaxed. You smile and nod, "Oh yes, unless I have too many, then I'm dancing on the table or something."

You look away, cringing at the words that came from your mouth, why would you say that?

He laughs, "No I totally get that. I have a story similar to that, but I was drunk on a cruise and I was upside down against a wall."

You laugh and look over at him, "Oh gosh. Thankfully I'm not the only one with an embarrassing story."

He nods, "Never. I'm Sam by the way." He extends his hand and you nod, gently slipping your hand into his, "Y/n."

"That's a pretty name." He smiles and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks again. You lick your lips, "Thank you."

He tilts his head, "Is that.. a tongue ring I seen poking out there?"

You laugh slightly, "Yes, it sure is." You open your mouth slightly and push your tongue forward and Sam bites his lower lip, "That's actually hot."

You're taken aback by his words, but also, turned on.

"You think?" You smirk and he nods, "Oh yeah. Made my crush on you a little bit worse." He takes a sip of his drink but quickly follows up, "In a good way. In a good way. I totally mean that in a my crush on you grew bigger in a way. Sorry."

You shake your head, smiling, "No I totally get it."

He laughs and his friend comes up, "Yo Sam, we're go-" the dark haired man looks up at you, "oh shit. Sorry I didn't mean to ruin anything."

"You're good, man. Colby, this is y/n." Sam looks at you, "y/n, this is Colby."

Colby reaches out and you take his hand, "Hi Colby."

"Hello, y/n." Colby smiles and leans in to Sam as he lets go of your hand. What ever he whispers makes Sam's cheeks turn red and he laughs nervously as he pushes him away, "Bye, Colby."

Colby laughs and waves as he walks away.

"Sorry about him. When he's drunk he's.." he blows air and shakes his head. You smile, "No worries. My friend is the same way." You motion over your shoulder and he nods, "I take it she told you I was staring?"

You nod and take your drink, "Thank you." You turn to Sam, leaning on the bar, "Yeah. Took me a second to figure out who she was talking about but.." you sip your drink, looking up at Sam, "Here we are."

"Here we are." He licks his lips, eyes moving to watch you sip your drink through the straw again. He meets your eyes and laughs, "Sorry, I just.. the tongue ring just-" he laughs and shakes his head, "I promise I'm not trying to be weird or anything."

You smile and roll your eyes, "please, if I thought you were weird, my friend would be over here pretending to be my girlfriend by now."

He laughs, "Does that actually work?"

"Sometimes. Other times they've asked us to prove it and we usually just kiss or something." You smirk as you see his eyebrow twitch, "Yeah, it makes a fun night."

"I'm sure." He checks his watch, "I was actually getting ready to head to another bar, but I really don't want to leave you."

You smile at his boldness and he sighs, "Sorry. That was.. bold I guess."

"No. Not at all. I like it." You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and he smirks, "Yeah?"

You nod, "I was actually getting ready to wrap it up for the night, but she made me come talk to you, so.."

He nods, "Well I thank your friend."

You glance back at her and she gives you a thumbs up. You smiles and look back at him, "Me too."

Sam finishes his drink, "So.. your place or mine?"

"I actually live a little over an hour away, so if you don't mind, your place?" You tilt your head slightly and he nods, "Fine by me."

You quickly finish your drink and set it down before turning to face Sam, "I'm just going to go let her know, do you want to come with me?"

He nods, "Sure."

You lead him over to your friend and she leans back, looking up at you guys with a smirk, "Leaving so soon?"

"We've been here for three hours." You laugh and motion to Sam, "This is Sam. Sam this is y/f/n."

"Hey, thanks for pointing her in my direction." Sam laughs and your friend smiles and nods.

"Alright. I'll text you." You bite your lip and raise your brows before turning to leave with Sam.

"I actually live like a block away, if you don't mind the walk." Sam holds the door open for you and you shake your head, "Fine with me."

You snake your arm around his and he can't help but smile.

Alcohol was a big help in this situation because if it was any other setting, you weren't sure if you'd just walk up to anyone and go home with them.

You felt something different with Sam.

"So that tongue ring.." Sam starts out and you smile, "What about it, Sam?"

"Did it hurt? Like getting it done?" He looks down at you and you shrug, "I mean, for me. The initial piercing didn't hurt. It was the few days after. It wasn't bad, really. The swelling was the worst of it. I couldn't talk."

You imitate what you sounded like with the swollenness of it, "I sounded like this."

Sam laughs, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry for laughing."

You shake your head, "No, no. It's okay. I laugh about it now because it was hilarious. My friends were picking on me for it. But I've had it for two years now, so."

"Oh really?" Sam asks and you look up at him, "Uh huh."

You could tell there was something on the tip of his tongue that he was unsure of or to even ask.

"What are ya thinkin?"

He smiles as he looks away, "Nothing it just-"

"You wanna know if you can feel it?" You bite your lip and watch as he looks down at you, nodding, "So much, honestly."

"Good thing I already have my mind set on some things." You laugh slightly, "that probably makes me sound so bad."

"Not at all." He stops, smiling down at you, "This is me." You look at the slightly fancy building, "this is so much nicer than my apartment building."

"Well, maybe if things work out.." Sam trails off with a smirk, "Come on." He takes your hand before he pulls you up the steps, walking you inside, "Just up these steps here."

You nod, looking around as your hand in his and you can't help but smiling, silently thanking y/f/n for pushing you to talk to him.

"Here we are." He takes his keys out, unlocking the door, "Now I do live with Colby, so if it's too messy for your standards." He turns to look at you, "Blame him."

You laugh, "Deal."

He pushes the door open and you walk in behind him, coming to a stop as he closes the door behind you, "this isn't messy at all, Sam."

"Well thanks." He slips off his sweatshirt, leaving him in a white t shirt. Your eyes follow him as he walks over to the kitchen area, "Need a drink or anything?"

You shake your head, "No thank you. I'm good."

He nods and walk over, "So.."

"So.." you lay your hands on his chest and look up at him as his hands lay gently on your hips, "I'm down for whatever you want to do."

You smile, "Well. I can show you what it's like to get a blowjob from a girl with a tongue ring."

"I'm never going to say no to that. Especially from you."

His words sent an excited shiver down your spine, "Okay." You bite your lip as he pulls you towards the steps and up to his room, "I'd say we can stay at the couch but I don't know when Colby is coming back and I don't know if our friends will be with him."

You nod, "That's fine. We don't need him walking in when you're down my throat anyways."

"Oh fuck, yeah. You're right." He pulls you to him, "I just-" he cuts himself off by pressing his lips to yours and that ignites everything.

He walks you backwards into his room, kicking it shut as his lips stay on yours. His hands work to push your loose denim jacket off your shoulders, and you let it drop to the floor.

You step over it as he walks you back towards the bed. He pulls away and your hands move to push up his white shirt, leaning in to kiss his torso.

His eyes stay on you as you lean back, "Lay down for me."

He's eager, quickly sitting on the bed and moving back to lean up against the headboard. His eyes track you as you crawl up the bed, running your hands up his jeans clad thighs and stopping once you reach the buttons on his white jeans.

You smirk up at him, pushing up his shirt as you lean down to kiss up his torso, again.

His breath hitches as you make your way back down, "I don't want to get my lipstick on your pants." You joke and Sam shakes his head, "I'll figure it out."

Your eyes trail up and down the dark purple lip marks you left on his skin, "I'm sure you will." You look up at him, biting your lip as you work to undo his button and zipper.

You can already feel how hard he is for you.

You were practically swimming in your own arousal.

He lifts his hips up as you work his jeans down his legs, eyes focused on the bulge under his boxers, "Need you so bad." You whisper as your hand lays over him.

He groans lowly, hips bucking to get your hand to give him any sort of friction that he's craving.

"Please." He whimpers out. He looks shocked by his begging, like he's never done it before.

"Since you asked so nicely." You snicker and palm his cock through his boxers. His head tilts back, resting on the wall as his lips part and a breath escapes, "Fuck."

You roll your tongue ring against your teeth, watching at the pleasure that's twisting his face, "You're so hot."

He smirks, tilting his head up to look at you, "I was.. thinking the same thing about you."

You smirk, moving your hand away to peel his boxers from his skin, "Have you ever been sucked off by a girl with a tongue ring?"

He shakes his head and you smile, "Thought so." You toss his boxers to the floor, on top of his jeans and you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, "You won't be able to say that anymore."

Before he can answer, you lean down, licking the tip, angling your head back so he has a full few of your tongue ring pressed against the tip of his cock.

He groans, "Fuck, that's hot."

His eyes stay focused on the little metal ball that sitting on top of your tongue, moaning out quietly when it presses into his soft flesh, "Shit."

You smirk, leaning back slightly as you stroke slowly. You dip your head down, taking as much of him in as you can. You hold your head still and you can feel his head lay gently on the back of your head.

You slowly work your head up and down, bobbing slowly as you move your tongue back and forth, making sure to use the ring the best you can.

"F-fuck." Sam bucks his hips, moaning out as you pull back, a string of saliva connecting you with him until you wipe your chin off, "I take it you like it?"

He nods quickly, "uh huh." His chest is rising and falling as he smirks, "So much."

You stand up, stripping down as he leans up to slip his shirt off. You move back to the spot in between his legs and lay down on your stomach.

You stick your tongue out, eyes locked as you run his cock over your tongue. You suck on the tip, pulling it out to run the bottom of your tongue ring over the tip.

You look up and see Sam in awe of you.

Like he's never seen something like this before.

He is absolutely in love with it.

"Fuck, fuck." He bucks his hips, "y/n."

You looked up at him, in love with the sound of your name in a moan rolling from his lips. You move up, straddling his hips as you lean down to kiss him.

His hands move down your back to ass, squeezing before resting on your hips. He helps guide you down onto his cock and you both exchange a gasp as he slides into you for the very first time.

"You feel so good." He whispers, "so fucking good."

You rest your forehead on his, eyes squeezed shut as he slowly pushes his hips upward. You whimper out, lazily kissing his face as you make your way to his lips.

Your hips move up and down, slow at first then you quickly find a pace that works.

And it works really well, you're ready to cum, "S-so close."

His hands grips your hips, "go ahead, baby." You place a hand on the wall behind his head, moaning out as you squeeze his cock.

Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and the sight of that simple little tongue rings could make Sam cum right along with you.

You moan loudly as you rest your head on his shoulder, "F-fuck." You whimper as you come down from your high.

Sam holds your hips as he thrusts his own upwards, “Where.. do you want me?”

You lean up, “Where do you want to go?”

He tilts his head, smirking before biting his lip, “I think you know.”

You smirk back, nodding, “tell me when.”

He nods, gripping your hips as you ride him a moment more, “S-sh- okay.”

You get off of him, getting on your knees as you tilt your head back, opening wide as you stick your tongue out for him to coat the metal call on your tongue white.

He stroke himself, groaning as he never takes his eyes off of you, “So beautiful.” You smile and swallow, licking your lips before leaning up to suck him clean.

“S-shit.” His knees buckle and he laughs slightly, “that was..” he runs hand through his hand and helps you to your feet, “Please don’t leave just yet.”

You wipe the corner of your mouth and shrug, “Is it bad to say that I don’t want to leave.”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.”

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doe-eyed-fool · 24 days

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Heaven Is Where You Are

Chapter Two

Lucifer x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Slight Angst

Charlie had returned your clothes to you after they were washed clean from the blood. After getting dressed, you joined Charlie in the hotel lobby. But she wasn't the only one waiting.

There were a few other demons in the lobby as well.

"How are you feeling, Y/n?" Charlie asks as she approaches you. "Better, thank you." You tell her with a small smile. "So um, who are they?"

"These are my friends, they also help out around the hotel." Says Charlie, turning to the group of demons. "Everyone, this is Y/n." You waved slightly, feeling awkward. And a tad intimidated, due to the demon with one eye staring at you.

Charlie listed everyone's names as she introduced them to you. You felt a little uncomfortable as you were introduced to Alastor. He looked as if he were plotting something, with that malicious grin of his.

But, you felt more scared of the tiny one eye demon, Niffty. So small and yet, so terrifying...

"So you ain't dead after all?" Asked a tall lanky spider demon. "And you're an angel?"

"Yes and uh, well no, not anymore." You mutter. "Um, I don't know if Charlie has told you, but, I'm not one of the exorcist angels."

"You know about them? I thought Heaven was keeping that kind of information secret." Said Vaggie. Strange, she looked awfully familiar...

"Well, one angel in particular has a big mouth." You sigh.

"Adam." Charlie and Vaggie say in unison. Charlie shook her head before her smile returned. "Anyhow, I was wondering if you had anywhere to stay for the time being?"

You shook your head. "I didn't really plan that far ahead." You admit. "Then you can stay here!" Charlie says cheerfully. "Oh, I don't want to intrude." You say.

"Trust me, we can use all the people we can get." Charlie mutters. "Lots of empty rooms."

"But it looks so nice...Are those barricades?"

"Yeah." Charlie laughs weakly. "Sorry, tomorrow is going to be...rough. I'm sure you know why." Oh that's right. But wait, it's too early for the yearly extermination, isn't it?

"But it hasn't even been a year." You say, confused. Charlie crosses her arms, a look of frustration on her face as she spoke. "Adam decided to move it up early. He's coming right for the hotel with his army of angels."

You sigh. You never did like Adam. He was the absolute worst, and now he's gone and done something as rash as this? And here you thought he couldn't get anymore terrible.

You wish there was something you could do to help. But without your wings, you were pretty much useless...

"But that doesn't matter right now." Charlie reaches for her phone. "For now, you and a certain someone have need to have a reunion." She grins.

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with nerves, but also excitement. You were moments away from seeing Lucifer again after all this time. What would you say?

Gosh, how did you even look right now?

That fall did more than just hurt you. You were sure you looked a mess.

"Do you mind if I straighten myself up a little? I'd like to look presentable for Lucifer. It'd be a shame to be apart for thousands of years, only to reunite looking a mess." You say with a chuckle.

Charlie nods. "Of course, take your time."

You quickly thank her before rushing upstairs and back to the room you were in to freshen up.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked much better, aside from the obvious nervous look on your face. It really has been thousands of years. Was he still the same Lucifer you knew back then? Has he changed at all? And if so, how much?

No one really spoke much about Lucifer back in Heaven. Other than to recall the story of his exile. You couldn't help but wonder.

What has ten thousand years of damnation done to him?

There was a knock at the door, causing you to gasp. You became less tense as you heard Charlie's voice.

"Y/n, you in there?"

You stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, looking ahead at the door. "Yes." You tell her. There were sounds of muffled voices from the other side of the door. Charlie's and...

Your heart rate sky rocketed at the sound of the other voice. It sounded so much like his. It had to be him.

You stepped closer to the door and listened carefully.

'So, what was it you called me for again? Is everything alright?'

It was him.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes, you kept listening.

'I have a surprise for you. And I know you're going to love it!' Said Charlie excitedly.

'Heh, I must, if you say I will.'

'Y/n? Can I come in?'

You take a breath to push back the shakiness of your voice. "Yes, you can."

You took a step back as the door opened. Charlie couldn't hold back her excitement, she stepped aside, revealing the man you've longed to see for so long.

Lucifer's wide eyes met your own. The two of you fell silent at the sight of each other.

He looked different. No longer wearing the angelic robes he once wore in Heaven, now sporting sharp fangs and claws, and his eyes blood red.

But you knew it was him. Despite everything, it's still him...

"Y/n..." Your name fell from Lucifer's lips, and it sounded so heavenly coming from him.

"Lu-"

You could barely get his name out as he brought you into a tight embrace. There was nothing holding back the damn in your eyes now, as the tears streamed down your cheeks.

Charlie smiled warmly, stepping out of the room and shutting the door, leaving you two alone.

You then felt Lucifer's hands rubbing at your back.

"What have they done to you?" His voice wavered.

You sigh into his chest. "I allowed it." Lucifer furrowed his brows and pulled back to look at you. "You did this asked for this? You fell...willingly?" You nod. "Why? Why would you have done that?" You were silent for a moment. Lucifer's confusion turned into concern, and maybe even panic.

"Y/n...Don't tell me you let yourself fall from Heaven...for me."

You smiled, moving your hand up to his cheek. "I couldn't stand it Lucifer. So many nights I spent alone, and all I could do was pray for a moment like this. Lucifer..."

"Being apart from you, killed me."

Tears pooled in Lucifer's eyes. "You gave up everything...There's no going back from here Y/n. Don't you understand? You don't deserve to be here. Down here...this awful place, it's not for you."

"Like Heaven was any better." You mutter. "I know everything about what really goes on there. I don't understand how they can call themselves angels. The lies, the secrets, the exterminations...." You sigh before leaning back onto his chest. "I didn't see a point of staying any longer."

"But you've lost everything for me." Said Lucifer. You furrow your brows slightly. "You make that sound like a bad thing."

"It is." Lucifer turns his gaze away from you. "I don't deserve to see you again, and you didn't deserve to loose your place in Heaven because of someone like me."

"Lucifer..." You reach for his hand, but he pulls back. Still not looking at you, he speaks. "I'm not the same person I was back then, Y/n. So much has happened since I fell. Sure, some good but...bad things too. I just don't want you to regret your choice."

"Talk to me Lucifer."

Lucifer glanced at you, your smile weakened. "It's been ten thousand years after all."

#hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer #hazbin lucifer x reader

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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✨Hello✨ I would like some Headcannons of 141 + könig with a gen z reader who's on the older side (like, 20-25) at first they were besties with soap, but then they became good friends with everyone. They are one of the very few people who can bother the shit out of ghost and live to tell the tale. All of 141 and könig have had their nails painted/makeup done by reader, and once a week AT LEAST, reader and the 141 + könig have a ✨ s p a d a y ✨ face mask, manicures, pedicures, you name it and the reader, 141 + könig have probably done it. Reader is also ver affectionate. Their name can be whatever you want it to be. Have a good day/night, eat, drink water, and don't overwork yourself or I'll find you and hit you with a steel frying pan. Love ya 😁

I love the way you show your love for me!!

Material Girl- 141+König

Not a proper hc...I think (idk my brain isn't braining rn)

Gn!reader! Smut at the end so warning!!

It's been forever since you arrived at base. 141, mainly Ghost nicknamed you rooks, short for rookie, also short like you. "Sergeant rooks, get over here." "rooks you sure 'bout this?" "Hey rooks, wanna hang out" god did it exhaust you, but it was all banter. Nothing more.

Soap soon after you had arrived at base became your best friend, only friend in the eye of others. He knew almost everything of the tiny rookie that had become his friend. Price didn't get it at first. How someone so smart as you had befriended his Scott soldier. But soon after seeing you and him explode different things around base he understood, "not about the level of knowledge but by how dumb they both are." It took 5 months for them all to be open to you.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"ghost...ghost...heeeeyyyyy ghooossstttt" you whispered yelled (does that make sense? hope it does)

"yes rooks?" His voice hinting at his frustration.

You jumped from behind and made him jump. "Just wanting to see if you were still alive" "3 laps around base, go"

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And after much fight, he got used to you. Always making extra coffee for the days he knew you'd be around the most. He felt like a teacher with you and soap around. "If you do that, don't ya think it'll explode" then he saw your wheels turn. "that'll be awesome!"

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"fuck off Janet. im not goin to your fucking baby shower?"

"Who the fucks is that sergeant?"

Man did you annoy him with quotes from tiktok, but he loved how every time you would laugh at literal dark jokes, others would consider a sigh of a mental illness. "Die bitch...dieeee!!" You said as he killed a spider. He soon chased you with it. And as always you cried a little.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When the team found you stressed after a mission, they asked soap what a day off in your life looked like. "They better thank us for this." Price sighed as he, ghost and König prepared the common room to seem like a comfy living space.

"Ghost, you're next..what color would you like?" you looked up at him, annoyance leaked from his eyes. "Black..all black" You look around your kit, "I have glittery black? will that work?" your curious eyes starring at his, "fine" he responded. Gaz took pictures and sent them to the group chat, the same one he left because of your stupid daily memes.

"This is worse than torture."

"Do you or do you not feel bonita?" you smiled as you carefully painted his nails. He hesitated, "I feel bonita" . "Wonderful because you look Bonita!" you squealed, your hands cheerfully in the air.

Then it was König's turn, "nails or makeup mister?" you kindly asked. "pick makeup, their skin care routine after the removal makes your skin so smooth." gaz said as he caressed his own face. "Makeup, but just do my eyes please, ja?" You understood why his request was so odd, but you complied. Once you did his eyes: "gosh you look prettier than me, König!" he blushed at your comment. "Lift your mask, and I'll do your lips, want to see how pretty this shade will look on my pretty boy." you made way as he lifted his mask, "Pretty, pretty lips" his smile giving him away.

"Price?" "m'fine with the nails, thanks"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a Wednesday night, that you and the team designated for spa days. You bought them those soft hair bands with different shapes and colors. Ghost and König agreed on wearing surgical masks just for this activity. All of the tough soldiers reclined on sofas as you went around and applied face masks and cucumber for aesthetics. ----

Soap enjoyed how your hands would massage his hair. It was something you had mentioned, when he applied black war paint on his hair and you gasped. "If you want hair masks just ask Johnny! don't gotta kill me with this!" you exclaimed on the field.

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They all had robes on, you even ordered those foot massager machines for them. And when you were done with their masks, you would lay on the floor with pillows around. You read, and sprayed the room with different aromas. Sometimes when you felt hippie enough you would walk around with incense.

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It was the only time you went around taking pictures, they soon found out because you accidentally airdropped one to Gaz, who made it his profile on the group chat.

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"it smells horrible" ghost would say, "shh im cleansing you honey" your calm voice making him more scared, what if you accidentally lit him on fire, something that soap had done to gaz when he too felt like a hippie.

"thank you hase (bunny)" König would always keep you close when this whole thing was happening, his excuse was that your body heat was comfortable to him, in reality, he just needed an excuse to have you near.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It was a routine that you had created with them. For Ghost and König, you always spent the nights with either of them, you would stay up and wait until they needed you. Hugs from these two were the best. Soldiers stared and they would give them 'the' look. (you comment on this..I kill what you love)

"König it's time for hugs!" you jumped and he catched you, your head on his chest, "You are kind mein König," you used that only when he needed to be brought back after a tough mission.

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Soap and you had physical touch as love language, so showing him your affection was easy. You'd give his hands a squeeze or rubbed his shoulders and this man would just stand there, taking all the affection you could give. Sometimes it was him who would hug you so tight, you thought you might pass out.

"too much love" you would remind him. "m'sorry, felt like giving it all today" he would chuckle.

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Price was different, this man needed affection when having smoke competitions.

"learned this one on tiktok," you inhaled and perfect circle flew around. "S'good, getting better." He would stare in amusement as the circle of smoke disappeared. But at times he did need a hug. So when the day needed a little snuggle, he would approach you. "Feeling a little cold today, you?" and you would just hug him tight. "Do you feel my love?" you smiled as your face was deep in his man boobs (man am I a whore for man boobs..so squishy and shit)

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Gaz needed affection in fun ways. So every morning you would send him memes, or tease him about something. "S'not funny." "My uncle broke his neck tap-dancing once." and back to giggles it was. At times since you and him were somewhat the same age, you'd send tiktoks to one another.

"Gaz can you serve" He would pose and you'd laugh, "no like serve your country" and he'd salute. "Fucks sake was that." ghost would whisper to Price. "Maybe if we don't move, they won't notice us."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(please tell me this is what you meant when you said "done it" cuz if not,,,them im putting myself on blast here)

NSWF(kinda) MINORS DNI!!!

MANHANDLED im telling you!!!

These man were starving for some sex. So when the opportunity rose, you as a decent person, homie hopped. (I would too, so no shame here)

It first started with Ghost, then König. Then the two men with you(yes..threesome bc we only live once). Soap would probably find the three of you fucking. It would be on accident though. He was walking around base when he heard you scream, and when he opened the door you were in between the two big men.

After a week of witnessing the naked horrors of his superior and friends he would talk to you. "I was tempted." you confessed. "Mind doing me next?" he bluntly said. "I mean, would you be up for it?" "Now? or later?" he looked at you, soon later it was you and him and the same room he had caught you in.

Then like a good father and son, price and gaz shared you. And I mean SHARED. You didn't hesitate, mainly because you had a thing for gaz since the beginning, but price was more of a fantasy that turned real.

It took a little bit of convincing, and a lot of drinking and smoking (green plant activities ) to be in the presence on them all.

Gang bang? anyone? Anyways, it was a sworn secret that was called a one time thing. But after the 3rd time of the one time thing it was just a team building exercise for sure. (monthly so you would be able to walk properly)However after every mission Ghost and König would fuck the anger off of their system. Price understood why you wouldn't be able to make it to some training days, those were also the days he had fun with "excuse or not you better pay your debt"

tags: @g4y-gr3ml1n

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

A/N: please tell me you understood why the title is that?

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yourmomsgranddad · 1 year

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— SEE YOU AGAIN

— PAIRING: Chad Meeks-Martin x fem!reader

— SUMMARY: You like Chad but you can't tell him. You feel like you might never get the chance when Ghostface strikes again.

— WORD COUNT: 3.3k (might be the longest one :/)

— WARNINGS: reader plays piano, reader sings a song (i'm sorry), canon violence, traumatic events?

You never were an awkward person.

Not really.

You were always outgoing.

You loved going to parties and hanging out with people. You loved hearing people's stories. And you loved talking to them.

But when it came to crushes, you were as silent as mouse. You could figure a word, a thought, all that was there was sound. And it wasn't cohearent.

You didn't know where it came from.

You were usually normal around Chad. But one day, after he spent a few hours at the gym, something shifted.

Now every time you two were around each other, you couldn't think normal thoughts. He just flooded your entire brain. And it was unhealthy.

You couldn't tell anybody. You were kind of embarrassed, falling all over a boy like this. But someone did catch you.

Tara.

Chad had just walked away and you might had slipped up by looking at him like this was a dream you were enjoying a little too much.

"Why are you looking at him like that?" She wondered with a half smirk on her face. "Hmm?" You looked like a deer in headlights, you had been caught. And she was loving seeing you this way.

"Don't 'hmm' me. I know you heard what I said. Why are you looking at Chad like you're in love with him? Oh my gosh, are you in love with him?!" She gasped, mocking you.

You put your hands on your face, you wanted to hide.

"It's fine. I won't tell. It'll be our little secret."

And so it was.

Anytime Chad was near you in any type of way, Tara would take the chance to tease you. Mention how good you looked to him. Talk about how pretty your eyes were so he would look at them closer.

It was torture.

"Why does she keep talking about you?" He asked one day after Tara had walked away. You wanted to say something cool. 'She just likes messing with me, that's all.' And that would have been the end of it.

But your tongue was stuck. He was sitting awfully close to you and staring directly at you, you didn't trust your mouth at this moment.

So you basically let his mind wander.

"Oh my gosh, wait! Do you think Tara likes you?" His eyes went wide with glee. Your heart dropped. Why was he so happy about it?

That definitely brought your words back.

"That is definitely false. If anyone were to like me, it would not be Tara. She disgusts me." You joked, causing him to laugh and you were back to not speaking.

"Why are you always so silent nowadays? I miss your voice. I miss you talking to me." You wanted to crawl inside your body.

It's not like you didn't like him talking to you, it was one of your favorite things. It's just the talking back that's hard. So you didn't. But you felt bad for not talking to him.

So you decided to not to put the option of talking into his hands.

You admired him from afar. When you hung out as a group, you made sure not to be close to start up a tiny convo.

That would have to do for now. Until you could get your words together.

You never understood why you kept a piano in your room.

You hadn't played since you were ten.

You escaped to your room while everyone was in the living room, watching tv. You sat at your little keyboard. It was covered in all types of stickers of your interests in high school.

You just slammed your hands on the keys, it didn't sound like anything. You missed feeling the keys underneath your fingers. You wanted to play something.

You played the first song that came to your mind.

"Heart beats fast, colors and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid, to fall? But watching you stand alone. All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow." You began playing along with your faint singing.

You didn't want to bother anyone while they were trying to watch their movie. You just wanted to sing to yourself.

"One step closer."

You removed your hands from the keys. Just sitting in your silence. You forgot how fun it was to play your piano. A smile began to dance across your cheeks. You were so enraptured in your activity, you didn't notice someone in your doorway.

"Were you singing Twilight?"

You looked up and there was Chad, looking down at you where you were sitting with his arm crossed.

"Which answer would sound less weird?" You wondered, joking with him for the first time in weeks. You forgot how much you missed talking to him. And you could tell from the look on his face that he did as well.

"None of them. You were singing Twilight, that gives me an obligation to make fun of you." He teased, walking into your room and sitting on your bed behind you.

You swiveled around on your stool, looking at him hopefully.

"Bring it." You waved, egging him on.

He looked up for a second, as if he was thinking of an insult until finally, he sucked in a bunch of air, making a makeshift smile toward you.

"I can't."

"Why not? Scared of hurting my feelings?" You pouted. You stood up from your seat, going to sit next to him on the edge of your bed.

"It's okay. I can take it."

He smiled at you, for some reason he didn't believe you. "Come on!" You playfully pushed him, trying to get him to do something.

"No! I have nothing bad to say. I really liked your singing."

Your playful exterior dropped and all that was left was appreciation. "No one's ever complimented my singing before. Mostly because I think you might be the only person I've ever sung in front of."

"Well they should. People don't notice how good things are until they're gone. I know if you stopped singing, I would definitely miss it."

"Well I guess I just shouldn't stop then."

"Oh I advise against it."

You hadn't noticed but the entire time, you were staring into his eyes, not looking away once. They were trapping you and you felt as though if you looked away, this moment would cease to be.

It wouldn't be real.

But he touched your cheek, assuring you that this moment was very much real. And he was staring at you with the same exact look you had.

You just knew the moment wasn't real when he started leaning in.

You wanted nothing more than for his lips to touch yours but you broke apart when you heard the sounds of screams coming from the living room. You wanted to have wishful thinking and believe it was the tv but you just couldn't be that lucky.

You knew what happened back in Woodsboro before Tara, Mindy, Sam, and Chad got to New York. Your heart jumped.

You didn't waste any time before bolting out of your room and finding everyone in the living room on edge. Everything seemed off as Sam was shaking and everyone else was looking behind you.

You slowly turned around to see something from your worse nightmares, Ghostface, in the flesh.

You had only heard stories about the heinous beast but seeing him here just made your heart beat out of your chest. You didn't dare move. You felt as soon as you moved, it would feel like you were pressing play on whatever was going to happen.

And surely enough, standing still does not help when you standing in front of a literal murderer.

He lifted his hand up, the one with the knife. Sam screamed for you to move but you were paralyzed by fear. That fear didn't do you any favors as he stuck his knife right into your abdomen.

You didn't know what being stabbed felt like, I mean you did constantly accidentally slice your fingers while making food but you never actually got a knife stuck in you.

It didn't feel nice.

It felt like your body was going to fall apart like Play-Doh, or sand. Now you definitely couldn't move.

Luckily he didn't go down to finish the job but instead decided to follow after Sam, wherever she ran to. You couldn't see anything, everything was super blurry and shaking.

You had been drunk before but it was nothing compared to this feeling.

You did definitely still feel everything that was going on. All the rushed footsteps going around your fading in and out body. The screams echoing off the walls.

When someone picked you up like a baby and sprinted down the stairs with you in their arms.

"No. What about Chad?" You slurred out.

"I'm right here. I got you."

You might not be able to see anything since your loss of blood but you knew what Chad's voice sounded like. That sound put you to sleep most nights.

He sat you down on the stairs, leaning you against the wall. Your vision started to blur back into reality and you could see Chad, leant in front of you. And you definitely noticed the big splotch of blood in the center of his hoodie.

"I'm sorry about the blood."

He looked down and chuckled, you were bleeding out and felt bad about it. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Just stay awake, okay?"

You nodded. You could see but now all the adrenaline was gone and you were hyper aware of the bloody gash beginning on your side.

There was no amount of alcohol to take away this pain.

The sun had come up and ambulances had been called.

Turns out, after Chad ran you down the stairs, Ghostface got to Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. You didn't know her well but you did know Mindy and you felt bad. You held onto her as you just sat in the back of the emergency vehicle.

You hadn't noticed but Chad walked up to the two of you, leaning next to you. "Are you okay?" He wondered, looking down at you.

You were covered in the blanket that the EMT had given you. They had stitched up your side and stopped the bleeding. And your vision was back to normal. You weren't okay but you were doing a little bit better.

"No. But I knew going to college with you guys would be like a movie. I didn't think the movie would be Saw, but I'll manage."

He let out a little chuckle.

"At least it's not Nightmare on Elm Street, you love to sleep." Mindy added, making you giggle. This is what you needed, a joke with a friend to get your mind off the fact that less than 24 hours ago, you had been stabbed.

You looked up at Chad to see if he was laughing too but his eyes were somewhere else, on someone else. You had noticed, going under the yellow tape, was Ethan, Chad's roommate.

You knew Ethan, you were in Chad's dorm a lot for studying and just hanging in general.

You didn't feel any way about his appearance but from the look on Chad's face, you knew something was wrong. He stomped up to the boy and slammed him into a parked vehicle.

You rarely seen Chad get violent but when you did, you never really liked it. I mean who would?

"Where were you, man?! My sister and Y/n got stabbed and you were just gone!" You didn't like the violence but you did like Chad worrying about you. You had completely forgotten about your crush.

It kind of leaked out of you with your blood.

"I was at ECON!"

You wanted to believe him but something in you just didn't feel right about the situation.

You wanted to go back to normal after the incident but knowing who you're friends were, this was only just the beginning.

You found a Ghostface lair and any confidence you had before, it left as soon as that knife left your body. You felt your breath become haggard, you didn't know what to do and you felt like you wanted to burst into tears.

But you had to stay composed. Deep breaths. Nope, you couldn't. You had to get out of there. You put your hands in the air and stomped out. Knowing the situation, you probably should have said where you were going.

But you honestly didn't know, you just needed air.

You were lucky that New York was constantly windy so you didn't have to worry about not getting any.

Your life was exciting. I mean you lived in New York, what could be more exciting than rats and the stinky pee smell constantly? But that level of excitement? Have to constantly be running and worry about who you can trust?

No one wanted that.

You knew for damn sure Tara didn't want it. She always told you how she wished her life was different. "I love my sister but I don't like that Ghostface comes with her." She told you once.

You knew the dangers of being friends with them. But you didn't know it would be that bad.

There are a lot of scary things in life. But the number one thing was mankind.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard someone exit the building you just walked out of. And it's like the universe wanted to punch the remaining air out of your lungs because who else would it be except for Chad.

"I saw you run out so I wanted to make sure you were okay."

You found a fire escape and sat down on it, looking up at the New York sky in this dark and sad alleyway. "I'm not Ghostface, if that's what you're thinking."

He noticed the way you couldn't look at him. Your eyes were trained on the sky. You being Ghostface was the last thing on his mind.

You kept thinking to yourself, why are you so distraught about a little knife? You got stabbed a little and you didn't die. But you kept thinking about how the knife twisted in your gut, about how the person who stabbed probably didn't think twice about doing that to you.

What if it happened again?

He sat down next to you on the very small step and you just sat in silence for a while. You kind of needed it.

"I can't believe this is your second time going through this and you're so chill about it." You tried to chuckle but for some reason, it came out quietly. It was barely even a chuckle, more of a sound.

"I have to be. If I break down, they get you. But you're allowed to be human. You got stabbed, it's not fun." He tried to make you feel better about being mad and sad at the same time but you just wanted to scream.

"Y'know when you pop a balloon and it flies around the room until it loses all its air? And you hear that gross sound of it deflating?"

He nodded shortly, he didn't want to cut you off. You needed to get this out.

"That's how my body felt. Like a big ball of air floating through the air and losing all of its insides."

You hadn't noticed but you subconsciously put your head on his shoulder. And he definitely was not pushing you away, instead vying to put his head on top of yours.

In any normal circumstance, you would've been doing backflips in your mind. But this wasn't a normal circumstance. And your stomach was already making noises for another reason, nothing good.

Breaking the tension, Chad let out a little giggle.

You jolted up, looking at him confused. You weren't expecting the sound but you happily welcomed it.

"What?" You chuckled along with as if you were already a part of the joke. "Are you hungry?" He wondered with a bright smile on his face. And there was the good feeling he gave you when he looked at you, just flooding right back in.

"Kinda. Why?"

Before anything else could be said, he grabbed your hand and begun leading you out of the alleyway.

You hadn't known it yet. But you two were about to go on a date.

It wasn't much a date as much as it was just him making sure you got something in your stomach.

But it felt like it.

You laughed, you talked, and you ate. All date activities.

By the time, you made it back to the hideout, it was nighttime. And it seemed like Sam and Tara were just getting there too, like they weren't in there when you left.

"Where have you guys been?!" Sam shouted, looking like a peeved mother toward the two of you. "We went to get food."

She barely let you get a statement out before wrapping you in her arms in a warm embrace. You'd expect this type of interaction from Tara but never from Sam. This definitely was new.

"Damn, Sam. Flirting in front of your boyfriend? Shameful." You joked, hopefully setting a lighter tone on the situation. It helped a little, it caused everyone to let out a little chuckle.

"Tara, tell your sister to stop flirting with me."

You hopped out of Sam's arms, falling into Tara's who returned it almost immediately. She smiled at your antics, this was the first time in weeks you were being yourself.

"Sam, stop flirting with Y/n. She does not like you that way."

She rolled her eyes playfully as you continued to walk in their current direction, still entangled in Tara's arms.

The group let you two know that they had a plan to trap Ghostface and kill him inside the weird lair.

As soon as you got inside, you all went your separate ways, going off and doing your own things. You instinctively went to the little candy counter. You didn't really want the candy, you just liked how it looked.

It didn't take long for Chad to pop up in front of you.

Things were silent between the two of you and for once in the past few weeks, you enjoyed the silence.

"Was that a date?" You blurted out.

"Before, when we went out to eat, was it a date? I'm okay if it wasn't. Like I wasn't wishing it was a date. I just didn't want to take it wrong way and say in the future that it was a date. Especially if it wasn't. Oh my gosh that would so embarra-"

Without any type of warning, he jolted forward, slamming his lips onto yours. You were momentarily paused, you almost didn't know what was going on. But as soon as you understood, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

After just sitting there, idle, he pulled away and looked around, almost pretending that didn't happen. He didn't want to be the first person to mention how awkward that was.

He just knew you were going to say something.

"Really, C? You did all that to just give me a church kiss? That's crazy. If you're going to do it, you better do it like you mean it."

So he tried again. Leaning forward slower this time and placing his lips on you lightly. This kiss more gentle as he slipped his tongue in through the gap your teeth made from smiling.

"Now that's a kiss."

You both pulled away satisfied, you smiling a little too big. You were excited, you had been waiting for that for weeks.

"It was a date. For your information." He said, clearing the air as he leaned over the counter. "I really like you, you know that?" Again, unexpected. You thought you were going to have to confess. But he did it for you.

But before you could return the sentiment, you felt a familiar sharp pain in your side. It was exactly the same as you remembered.

Balloon.

Your body froze from the pain, you basically lost feeling in your feet. You fell forward, into Chad's arms. He wanted to check and see if you were okay. But you fell behind him, causing him to fall into Ghostface.

He ducked, leaning over to grab you.

"Come on! We have to run."

He clutched your hand as you started sprinting toward the door. You wanted so much to hunch over and give into your injury. But you knew the moment you slowed, it was over. So you pressed your free hand into the wound as hard as you could and bolted.

You went to burst through the door but it was instead opened by Tara and Sam who seemed to be untouched.

They quickly rushed out of the way, allowing you to run through. Sam slammed the door in his face and then it was back to running.

The pain was unbearable but so was death.

You made your way back around to the spot you were originally. You got in front of Chad who threw a popcorn machine down, trying to trip Ghostface.

He jumped over it, speeding right past you, Tara, and Sam, going right for Chad. You want to help him but you were hunched over, on the ground, holding onto your wound for dear life. You were lucky Tara and Sam sprung to action and pulled him off of Chad.

He kicked Ghostface to the ground and suddenly, it seemed like you won.

Tara pulled you to the door, just in case you need to make a quick escape. Chad went to grab a gumball machine and make sure he was dead. But out of nowhere, another Ghostface appeared, stabbing Chad in the same exact side you got stabbed in.

"Chad!" You and Tara yelled out.

The two Ghostfaces took turns, alternating stabbing Chad in every part of his body. "No!" You shouted, you wanted to use the rest of your strength to go and help him but you could barely stand.

"Go. Run." He managed to get out of his blood soaked mouth. He forced out a nod even though he couldn't even move, he had blood coming out of everywhere in his body.

Tara hooked her arm around your middle and began pulling you out of the room.

You couldn't go rather far since you were also bleeding.

"Drop me right here." You whispered, reached down to the floor, taking a nice seat behind a wall. You could barely be seen. "Are you going to be okay right here?" Sam wondered, grabbing on your free hand.

"No. But if I move one more inch, my body's going to fall apart. Come back for me when it's safe."

The girls nodded. They hesitated leaving you in this state. Blood was gushing out of you like a faucet and you could barely move. You were defensiveless.

Tara's eyes darted around the room, seemingly looking for something. She walked away for a second, only coming back with a rusty old knife. She shoved it into your free hand. "Anyone comes near you, give em' a matching wound." You only reacted with a nod.

"That's my girl."

She stomped away, fading from your view.

You wanted so much to burst out of this injury and help Sam and Tara with whatever was causing them pain out there. You couldn't see since your back was to them.

You tried to get up but your legs immediately turned to jelly and back down you went.

But surely enough, they ended it, stabbing their roommate's dad in both of his arms. That part you saw since they were right in front of you.

As soon as he was confirmed down, Tara went right to you.

"Are you good?"

"Not in slightest."

She wrapped your free arm around her shoulder and helped you out of the building. She was bleeding from her side as well but she was walking as if it didn't bother her. She was trying to help you first.

She got you to the ambulance where they patched you up once again and you were once again, sitting in the back of an emergency vehicle.

"I'm growing tired of ambulances." Tara mentioned, standing in front of you, breaking the long built of silence. "You and me both, sister." Sam replied, rolling her shoulder in pain. She had gotten stabbed too.

Tara looked back at you and you were just sitting there, silently crying.

"What's the matter?" She worried, grabbing onto your hand in concern. You rarely cried in front of your friends so she was a little confused by the sudden feeling.

"It's just Chad."

You heard the rustling of wheels in the slight distance. You immediately recognized it. It was a gurney from the ambulance. But who else was in the building who needed saving?

You looked up and looking half dead, was Chad.

You got out of your seat almost instantly and ran to his side. "I thought you were dead." He couldn't talk, he had an oxygen mask on but he lifted his hand up to your cheek.

He didn't even have to say anything.

You understood.

#help lol #scream #scream 2022 #scream 6 #scream vi #chad meeks martin #chad meeks #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin

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juanarc-thethird · 1 year

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Follow up to I accept your proposal. Blake invites Jaune to join her in meeting her parents. It is weird but he goes there expecting to just go as a friend. However Blake surprises everyone by putting on the collar and comes out to everyone that she is his pet. She goes into the gritty details about their sex life to Jaune's embarrassment. How Kali and Ghira respond to this is up to you.

I just change it a little bit, I hope you like it.

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I Accept Your Proposal! Part 2

At a small and private coffee shop.

Blake: Thanks for coming Jane. Having you here makes me feel safe.

Jaune: No problem, but why do you need me to talk to your parents. I mean, they're your parents, I don't think they're going to be mad at you for whatever you're going to tell them.

Blake: We'll see.

Ghira: *In the distance* Are you sure this is the place?

Kali: Yes I am.

Blake: *She turns around and she sees her mom and dad* Mom, Dad, we are here!

Ghira: *Happy* Blake!

Kali: *Happy* My baby!

She runs towards her and hugs her. Her father follows behind and embraces the two women in a group hug.

Ghira: We are glad to see you dear daughter.

Kali: You look so thin, are you eating well?

Blake: *Chuckles* I'm fine mom.

Ghira: *Looks at Jaune*

Jaune: *Nervous* Hi

Ghira: Is he a friend of yours?

Blake: Oh well, he's someone important. *She blushes*

Kali: Oh~ Looks like my girl is all grown up now.

Ghira: Is he your...?

Blake: Why don't we sit down and I tell you guys everything.

They each take their seats and look forward to what Blake will say.

Blake: Okay. She takes a deep breath. He is Jaune Arc and he is my…

Jaune: *Happy* (Wait?! Is she going to say what I think she's going to say?! Is she's going to introduce me as her....)

Jaune/Blake: (..boyfriend?!)/...Master!

Ghira/Jaune: WHAT?!

Kali: Oh my!~

Ghira: Is this true! Are you her Master?!

Jaune: Wait a minute! I never agree-!

Blake: Yes he is, and I have this to prove it!

Blake opens her shirt slightly revealing a collar that has a heart plate that says property of Jaune Arc.

Blake: *Proud* See! This is proof of our love!

Kali: *Awkward* Honey, I know it's none of my business, but why?

Blake: You should have seen it seen mom. The first time we did it, it was magical. He put me on a leash and handled me like his kitten. He made me lick his big dick like a popsicle, god I love that taste~ Then he put me on all fours and gave me so hard from behind that my legs were shaking after 1 orgasms. And the body odor from him, gosh~, it's so addictive. Just smelling it turns me on so much. But best of all, after he uses me as his fuck toy, he holds me in his arms, he caresses me, gives me a lot of kisses, and he whispers to me how much he loves me. For me it is like a piece of heaven on earth.

Their parents don't say anything, they are silent. On the other side, Jaune covers his face from embarrassment and fear of what has just happened and what is going to happen. Whatever it is, it can't be a good thing.

Jaune: (Somebody kill me Please!)

Blake: So, do I have your blessing to keep seeing him?

Jaune: (Are you stupid?! They would never accept something like this!)

Kali: *Happy* But how wonderful! You found a good man. Lucky you.

Jaune: (Eh?)

Ghira: I must admit that I was somewhat surprised. But you are already an adult woman, it was a matter of time for this to happen. But I am happy that he is a man like you, Jaune. Please he takes care of my daughter.

Jaune: Yeah sure... Hold on! How can you two be okay with this?!

Ghira: *Embarrassed* Oh well… Is a funny story.

Kali: *Smiles* I handle this. Well Jaune, our relationship is not much different from yours.

Jaune: Wait. You're telling me that you and your husband are…

Kali: That's right. I am his Master and he is my big fluffy cat. *Rubs his belly*

Ghira: Honey please, we are in public.

Jaune: You are the Master!... I admit, I didn't see that coming.

Kali: A lot of people do.

Blake: So, can I have your blessing?

Kali: Of course, but with one condition.

Blake: Which is...

Kali: We want grandbabies!

Ghira: Lots of them.

Jaune: Wait, we are still young. We should focus on-

Blake: *thumbs up* You got it!

Jaune: Blake!

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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I really like your blog and how you voice your opinions! just wanted to say that it's really funny how everyone are and still saying how JK birthday video for Jimin had nothing to do with Jimin and how it only meant to be sexy for Army but if you search the words Jungkook birthday Taehyung on twitter all you get is lots of tweets about people can't wait for a JK thirst trap for V birthday dated 3 days ago or Why didn't we got/Where is the thirst trap for V birthday dates 2 days ago and when they got called out they said it has nothing to do with Jimin or jokers calling everyone fools and clowns. Which means this fandom and that subgroup if filled with liarsss because if it's nothing sexy and it ain't for Jimin why they want the same thing for their bias and why they want that type of greeting so badly

IT WASN'T FOR JIMIN????😳😳😳😳

DOES THE WORD JIMIN MEAN SOMETHING ELSE IN TUKTUKKER TALK??????

Happy birthday bro posted on 13th October- gee I wonder who he was wishing that bdae msg to

It couldn't possibly be jimin cause JM was born on the 13th month of tzulekber which is not even on the Gregorian calendar gotcha

And if you pay close attention he said Jhamin not Jimin. There's no one in BTS called JWAMIN

He wanted to be sexy for Army on JMs birthday just as his mother thought she would make his son a birthday soup on someone else's son's birthday

He made a portrait of Hobi for hobi on his birthday, exclusive to Hobi. The members taunted him for one but NO ONE GOT THE SAME GIFT. AS NO ONE SHOULD.

IT'S A ONE OF A KIND GIFT MEANT TO SHOW HOW HE FEELS TOWARDS WHOEVER RECEIVES IT.

He posted a photo of Suga on stage shot by him.

HE POSTED A PERSONALIZED VIDEO MESSAGE FOR JIMIN, DID HIS HAIR, PUT ON COLOGNE AND HIS CHRISTMAS OUTFIT- HE HAD A LOT ON HIS CHEST BUT DECIDED I'LL KEEP IT SHORT.

Do people understand that BTS members are high profile celebrities too? If any other artist hand painted a portrait or photographed another celebrity and sent it to them signed they would hang it in their living room and display it on their trophy shelf.

Do they know how much a gift like that is worth??

Clue, BTS costumes are currently on display in museums and anything they made get sold to us at a price as merch.

I hate when they do this gosh. They are so dense.

I bet JK was gonna make a video essay enumerating all the things Jimin had done for him and just how much he loves Jimin but changed his mind last minute.

THEY ARE TOO SLOW TO CATCH HIS DRIFT.

Perhaps he made a video message for JM because Video messages and Polaroid back and forth between them is how they communicate their love- WHY YALL THINK HE WAS FILMING THOSE GCFS😩

Because JM hates video messages???

The same guy who prefers face timing as a form of communication and spends ours face timing his soulmate on his sick bed??? Mmkay.

And perhaps he made a portrait because Hobi have always wanted him to make a portrait of him and Suga has always wanted to be photographed by JK?

For whatever reason this man has decided, no he is not going to treat everyone the same or standardize his affections for people in the name of equality and preserving the status quo to make people happy.

I WONDER WHY?!

It's not like he was constantly told to treat all the members the same and do for all what he does for one lest his relationship with X or Y stands out in the group. It's not like he felt pressured to normalize his relationship with certain members and act like they weren't special at all

Jikook is platonic twins from the same womb but THEY ALWAYS SUPERIMPOSE THEIR FAVE ONTO JIKOOK SELCAS

THEY SHOULD FRANKLY LEAVE JUNGKOOK ALONE TO DO AS HE PLEASES WITH WHOMEVER.

Dude has been posting Tae Kook photos on his gram, liking his posts and supporting his content, doing dance challenges with him.

And he is out here posting birthday videos for JM which is about all the social media interactions they had save for JM @ing at him. Correct me if I'm wrong. Memory fog.

He is not on bad terms with anyone. He doesn't hate Jimin and he doesn't hate Tae. He certainly doesn't hate Suga or Hobi just because he hasn't posted them either. He either doesn't have a selca with them in his collection or he just doesn't feel a need to validate them publicly to show he likes them- which is where my money is at.

Yet, while he CHOSE to crop himself out of a Tae Kook selca to post on Tae's birthday, he certainly didn't feel he needed to remove and distance himself from his post for Jimin. HE WAS THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT. GIFT WRAPPED AND DELIVERED ON JMS FRONT DOOR.

If they want a message intended for fans, they should look no further than his cropped out meme of Tae on Tae's birthday. That post was for Army so yall could have a good laugh.

It's no different from Jimin posting memes of Jin on his birthday. It's meant as a joke at his expense. Which us a fan way of teasing him.

Just know the last time Jungkook posted a similar meme of Jimin it was of a higher resolution and it came with an apology letter 😌

This is my dick 🚪

They shouldn't let it hit them on their way out of Jimin's hair.

Also thank you. I love my blog too. It's my best feature.

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undercoverpan · 10 months

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College of Pandora

Sleepovers and friends

Spider ate something called a croissant. It was filled with cream and fruits called strawberries and peaches.

It tasted wonderful.

He has had many Na'vi fruits, but his choices were always limited, being human and all. The taste was a little bit like Yovo fruit, tasting so fresh and sweet. The croissant was flaky and soft, a wonderful contrasting flavour.

He didn't let his enjoyment show, however. Just chewed the strange food and swallowed it. She seemed satisfied with this as she placed the plate down beside him, lifting up one of the foods and eating it. She coaxed him into eating another, and he did.

"Good, now we can start touring the school." She said, getting up. This place didn't exactly look like a school, so much bigger than Grace's schoolhouse. He's heard such wonderful things about back then, before the shooting. Learning and playing, like a little break from the humans' violence. He thinks he'd like a little break too.

He followed her, keeping a distance behind her. She talked very carefully, pointing out the dormitory, the cafeteria, the many bathrooms, the….um…the uhhh…sa'una? Somewhere called an observatory with this big telescope. The endless halls starting to blend in together from how similar they were. They had similar rooms in Hells' gate, but they were different.

While those were grey; very basic designs that served their purpose and nothing else, this one was different. Gold detailing lined the halls, paintings similar to the ones in that bedroom paired with golden frames to match. Huge windows so he could always look at Pandora. The floor had these gold and grey swirls inside and felt cold and smooth. The observatory was all windows, and the cafe had these huge wooden tables lined with foods he both did and didn't recognize.

They paused in the middle of the day, stopping for lunch in the cafeteria. It seemed others had the same idea.

Spider could feel people staring at him. He turned and hissed, not seeing Miranda mouth 'sorry' behind him. There was this group of students sneaking glances at him while whispering and laughing. Strangely, it made him feel weirdly exposed.

After a while, one of the humans approached him. They walked casually, and they were dressed similarly to Miranda. They wore a similar blazer, but theirs were buttoned up at the front. Instead of the skirt that Miranda wore, they had black pants instead. His hair was blonde like his, his skin was pink like his. His eyes, however, were an intense blue colour, like the gentle hue of Eywa'eveng at night. Not a colour he thought humans could have.

"Miranda, honey, who's your little friend?" He asks, his tone jovial. Miranda shoots him a sharp look, shoulders slightly tense. ".....This is Spider. He's going to be joining us for the foreseeable future." She answers curtly. He nods, taking a seat beside Spider. "Hi buddy, I'm James Ewing, my parents are huge fans of the whole–" he gestures something with his hand, "--nature aesthetic thing Pandora has going on. I think your little outfit is cute, really giving, like, Na'vicore." He says casually.

Spider gets the feeling he's trying to be friendly. He's not doing a good job, he genuinely has never felt more weirded out. Na'vicore?

"Thank you for the introduction, James," Miranda says, getting up, "But we still have to tour the entire left wing and gosh, I have to introduce him to his teachers and show him where his classrooms are." She spoke clinically now, and Spider got the feeling that she wasn't too fond of James. James snapped his fingers, as if the sound was helping him recall something. "Oh yeah! I remember the email you sent to professor Quarintina, she's his English teacher then?" He asks, "Then why don't I come along? I'm her assistant, aren't I? I should definitely help, show you the ropes, and all the cool stuff that Mira here would deny you."

And so James joined them. He offered little comments and tidbits on their tour that were very….uh…

"This is where we all just kinda chill and hangout, yknow?" He says, gesturing to a room with a bunch of computers. "I'll come in here and play, like, roblox and whatever. There's also VR headsets with games too. The cool ones that let you connect to the robots in the garage are downstairs, though. You should see them, they're so cool! They've got, like, built in flamethrowers so it's easy to–" Miranda gives him a light slap on the shoulder and sends him a look that says 'shut the hell up'. "I think we'll leave downstairs alone for now. It's mostly just a storage space."

He was more open and honest. He spoke before he thought, and it provided some insight on the inner workings of the school which might be helpful for when he escapes.

"We're just about finished with the tour, it's just the courtyard left." She says, relieved. "We're not doing the bio department? But it's got all the cool animal stuff! I'm pretty sure your lab is somewhere over there, which, god, imagine having your own lab." He whines, "I'm suffering over here."

"We won't be doing the bio lab, or my lab in any case."

"Pssst, hey, dude." He leans over to Spider once Miranda is decently far from them. "Come over to my dorm tonight, I'll give you the cool deets that Mira doesn't want you to know about." Spider regarded him with suspicion, "Why? You don't even know me." James squinted.

"You're an interesting critter, dude."

Which is how Spider got invited to his first 'slumber party'. There will be more humans there, of course. The thought makes his skin crawl; but he has to make himself useful, even in captivity. He can't imagine going back to the Omaticaya empty handed. This trauma needed something to offer in order to be real, valid. And he's going to get it.

The door to James' room opens smoothly, as most things do in this place. He can hear some kind of music, loud and strange, playing in the background. He's dressed in a set of clothing, coloured a deep red. "Spider, dude! Come in, come in." He says, stepping to the side. The inside of his room is also strange. The walls looked to be soft brown, but the light lining the walls cast such a glow that the room looked yellow.

Posters lined the walls with strange writing and symbols like 'Nirvana', 'BlackPink' and 'B43'. Black circles with coloured centres were hung up as decoration, with writing on them as well. The floor was wood, and Spider felt a stabbing guilt at the thought of a tree being cut down for this. His room was wide and spacious, big enough to fit Spider's three times over. His bed had covers with a chequered pattern on them, a simple black and white. On his table were strange little dolls that almost looked human as well as something called a 'record player'.

On the bed were 2 other people; a boy and a girl. The other boy had strange blue hair, like the colour of the sky. His skin was dark and his eyes were purple. He offered a polite wave, elbowing the girl to get her attention. The girl, with hair coloured half white and black and styled in such a way that you couldn't see her eyes, waved back.

"Welcome to my room! These are all my collections of all the real bands from a long time ago. Got my records here, might play em later." He spoke as he sat on a plush chair at his desk. Spider sat down on the floor, as there was no other option other than sitting near them. "This is Mario and Lemon. Guys, this is Spider."

"Hey."

"What's up?"

Spider waved at them. "Hi, I'm Spider." He cringed awkwardly. Silence fell over them like a thick layer of snow. James let out a low whistle. "Wow, you guys are unsociable little freaks, you know that?"

What.

"So I invited you guys to talk a bit about the school and stuff. Maaaaiiiinly about the secret lab stuff we aren't allowed to talk about, and–" he pulls some kind of box out of his drawer, taking out a few masks, "---Making deco masks! Ordered a few yesterday for it."

That's how Spider ended up glueing fake flowers to the rim of a mask. Neither he nor anyone he'd ever met had decorated their masks, mainly because they can't risk breaking it and being down one. But apparently there was a culture surrounding decorative masks. "These aren't that cool," James says as he pressed some kind of rainbow film against his mask, "The really cool ones are the ones with the custom base, like the owl masks."

"I think the medusa mask is cooler," Mario says, painting the outside of his mask, "The one with the snake design for the strap, the little snakes covering basically everything. Not sure how Marlot sees outta that, but it's pretty cool." They all hummed. "The coolest one is that one Opps specialist military person. The one with the LEDs just covering it, uses the lights to speak cause' I'm pretty sure they're mute."

"I like Mira's mask too. The whole blacked out look gives villain vibes." Lemon continues. "What was her deal today anyways? I saw her literally sprint back to her lab once she was done with the tour and I'm pretty sure she hasn't come back out since." She informs them. Not too strange to Spider, the science guys have a habit of holding themselves in their labs all day. "I heard something about her project getting rowdy. You know how the higher ups are about her research, she's literally allowed to do whatever. If she asked for someone's brain in order to make a Na'vi clone of them, they'd have them strapped down and sedated before they could realise it."

"Has she ever done that?" Spider asked, because his room is literally next to hers. "She's done something like that. Not exactly cloning, but really really similar. From the docs I've swiped, her research has to do with transmutation and something else that everyone's super hush hush about. Transmutation means that you're turning one thing into another, but there's a long and sciencey process behind it." Lemon explains, and Spider nods along. One thing to another, huh? Doesn't sound so extreme.

"Remember when the school got sent into lockdown cause one of her subjects escaped and killed like 8 guards?"

Maybe she was the devil incarnate, who's Spider to say she isn't?

"Do you guys not like her or?" He asked curiously. They all shared a worried glance. "Her and Marlot. Everyone's kinda scared of them, actually. Marlots' work is kinda like Graces' in that they're trying to study the global network and neural connections that everything has here. But the things I've seen them do…." Spider grew pale at the of the demons trying to study Eywa, taking apart her children in a sick attempt to See, to understand a connection so deep and global that they couldn't begin to fathom it.

He was torn between wanting to know more so he would have something to report, or changing the subject lest he lose his lunch.

"What do they do?" He asks, regretful in his decision-making. "Well…."

#spider socorro #avatar twow #miles spider socorro #avatar spider #miles socorro #avatar oc #avatar fanfiction #spider soccoro

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strawberry-metal · 7 months

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The group of girls arrive at the building the party is taking place in. They share a look between eachother, acknowledging the importance of this investigation. Rose speaks up, turning her head to look at her sister.

"Ok. We will separate for now and each do our own investigations. We'll meet up back here later and share the information we've gathered. Shanna, you're with me."

"As the older twin, I should be saying that."

"Give it a rest, will you?"

As soon as they speak and separate, a woman dressed in cosplay emerges, flashing the twins a peace sign. "Rose! Is that you? You brought your twin sister? You both look amazing!! I'm so glad you could make it!"

"Nanami-san, it's good to see you. I'm happy to of made it. Your Miku cosplay looks wonderful." "Really? Thank you so much!"

"Moreover, there's actually something that's kind of bothering me that I'd like to bring up with you." "Yes?" "I appreciate the invitation, and the extra invites you allowed me to have. But is now really the time for a party? There's been disappearances happening in this neighborhood recently. Surely you're aware?"

Keeping a hand on her hip, the Miku cosplayer responds, "Of course I'm aware... I actually threw this party because everyone's nerves are on high alert, and I was hoping this could help cheer everyone up and help them to stop worrying for awhile. Also... strength in numbers, yes? It's safer to be in groups like this."

The older twin dressed in red chimes in. "That makes sense to me." She holds her hands up, tilting her head. "I'm sorry to bother you with more questions but... have you by chance heard anymore rumors?"

"Heard anymore?" The other woman raises a finger to her bottom lip in thought...then she too, tilts her head, eyebrows upturning in worry. "Wait, why? Are you actually trying to investigate this? That's dangerous! You should leave it to the cops!"

"Oh. No, not at all." Shanna lies. "We just merely want to make sure nothing else has happened as of late. I mean... sure we look pretty composed but in all honesty, we're worried too. The cops haven't found out much themselves yet, and are just ruling things a missing persons case..."

Nanami stares for a moment before speaking up once more. "I haven't really heard anything new that you two wouldn't already know, but I have heard that people have seen a mysterious, winged creature at night recently. Like... it's humanoid shaped but it has wings? It's just like... wandering around and then it takes off flying into the night sky. It's just another silly Halloween rumor though, we get those every year."

Rose blinks. It sounds like nonsense but perhaps she should remember this for later, just in case. "Thank you, Nanami-san. Sorry for the questions, we didn't mean to make you uneasy."

"Oh, it's ok. You two have fun, ok? Don't separate! Safety in numbers!"

"Right."

Kazuno gazes among the crowd, eyes narrowing, her sister giving her a confused stare. "I can't see the end of the horizon."

"HATSUNE MIKU!?"

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Gosh if I haven't been using pose data for the majority of the pics today I wouldn't even be halfway done with this post.

Shanna and Rose models: Me

Kazuno and Kazeko models: Kazekothestrange

Kikumi model: caffeinated-chaos-bean

Miku model: TDA and Nito164

Stage: はぎの

Skydome: MMDAnimatio357

Effects:

Autoluminous4 and SvSSAO: Sovoro

Pixeledgeblur: Otamon

Dream Shader: Ianami

Kazu, Kaz, Sha, and Ro's poses: MijumaruNr1

Miku's poses: MMDMikuxLen

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postwarlevi · 1 year

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Masquerade

Content: 2.4k words of trying to figure out who is the one you are meeting at a party. (barely proof read! Forgive me. A little rushed and simple but please enjoy)

"A ball?" You wonder.

"A masquerade!" Sasha squeals.

"At whose place?" Did you hear right?

"The new girl, Pieck!"

"And, we're invited?" You don't know her very well.

"Everyone is invited!" Sasha was not officially invited but assumes at this point it's an open invitation.

"Well, it's not at her place. She's renting a hall out." Sasha clarifies now that she's taken it down a notch.

"Oh?" You question. That sounds expensive. Just where is she from?

"Don't worry! We're creative. Besides, no one I know has enough funds for an elaborate costume. Fabrics store, here we come!" And when Sasha says you're creative, she means you.

It all sounds fun and soon you here people talking about it and decide you'd like to go, so spend half an afternoon with Sasha and another friend Historia getting supplies.

The day before the party it's all anyone can talk about and you're busy putting costumes together.

"Okay, I need a break." You say after all the cutting and gluing and sewing. Most of your outfit is done and you still need to put accessories on the mask.

The three of you go to a local coffee shop and get some snacks, sitting on a comfy community couch.

"I haven't talked to anyone else lately, who else is coming?" You ask of some of the others you usually hang out with. Everyones been so busy it's hard to keep up. It's no wonder people are looking forward to tomorrow.

"Most everyone I think is going to be there." Sasha confirms she talked to Connie earlier.

The last week everyone you usually see and hang out with has been doing their own thing either separately or in other smaller groups and you haven't been able to keep up.

"Hello." You hear a sweet voice to the side of you and look up, seeing Pieck herself.

Even in the cooler weather she's in a long skirt and sandals. She seems a little odd but nice enough.

"I'm glad you are coming." She says with a smile.

"Us too, thank you so much!" Historia smiles back.

"Oh, I have something for you." Pieck says your name and you are shocked she even knows it.

"Thank you." You say taking an envelope from her.

Just than her name is called and she waves goodbye and goes towards a blonde man with slicked back hair who you realize has been staring.

So, her friends are peculiar too, apparently.

"What is it?" Historia asks excitedly.

"Why didn't I get one?" Sasha asks and Historia rolls her eyes and shushes her as you open the envelope to find a beautiful card.

"Thankfully you didn't." You say wide eyed as you read the first line. Sasha boyfriend would be none to happy otherwise.

It's from someone, you're not sure who, who would like to meet at the party.

"A secret admirer?!" Historia can't contain herself as she reads over your shoulder.

"Who?!" Sasha doesn't even hear the 'secret' part as she tries to snatch it out of your hand.

"Stop it!" You push her hand away and hold it closer as you read, trying not to blush.

"Hello milady…" It starts. And continues on about how this person feels about you, and that you're both going to be at the party and they will be waiting for you all night, and if you'd like to meet, as the clock strikes eleven all will be revealed if you are standing alone by the main centerpiece.

"Oh my gosh!" Historia and Sasha finally get you to read it out loud and can't stop gushing.

"Who do you think it is?" You ask them both.

You've never gotten anything like this and your nerves seem to be louder than any other emotion, no matter how nice this is.

The girls are more excited than you as you talk about this letter and as you make it back from the shop your hands can't seem to still enough for you to decorate your mask. Thankfully you have help though.

"Don't be nervous!" Historia says as she glues pieces for you.

"Easy for you to say!" You insist.

"Who do you hope it is?" Sasha asks THE question, instead of continuing guessing.

"I…don't know." Who could it be? There is one, maybe. But no, you won't let yourself jump right to that.

You think of those who are attached and rule them out. No Niccolo, Armin, Ymir.

Connie? No, you two are close friends, nothing more.

Jean? Same there. You two joke because you can and are comfortable.

Eren? Hmm… he's a flirt, but no. He's been in an on again off again relationship that no doubt would work out.

Reiner? You barely know him, but he's said hello a few times. He seems to have a thing for Historia though, much to Ymirs great dislike.

What about the the one staring at you today with Pieck? You don't even think you know his name.

Later with your costumes finished you say your goodbyes and somehow get a good night sleep, dreaming about what awaits.

"Hello! You look amazing!" The next evening Pieck greets you at the front door of the massive hall already holding many people.

You all match in simple ball gowns, Historia in red, Sasha in purple, and you in green, all dark tones with some black. Your masks match your dresses.

"You too!" Historia says as Pieck pulls her, then Sasha, and finally you, into a quick hug.

Pieck is dressed exquisitely in dark blue and silver and it's hard not to feel plain next to something that obviously was not stitched together by an armature. But, she seems sincere in her compliment.

You know Historia and Sasha feel good about your costumes and try not to be your own worst critic. Honestly, after taking a deep breath, you feel a little more optimistic.

As you all walk in Pieck puts a hand on arm. "Don't be nervous."

"So, you know." You have been wondering if she did.

"I know enough. They asked for a bit of help. I know it'll all work out." It's easy to believe her and you are more at ease and looking forward to enjoying your evening.

The hostess goes to greet more people multiple times before finally staying in the main room.

You're in awe at the decorations and other costumes. Everyone looks almost regal.

You stick with who you came with for a bit before they're swept away by their partners.

"We'll be around!" Historia promises not to leave you alone all night.

"Don't worry, go!" You smile and wave. You'll be fine.

You watch everyone dancing or talking and try to figure out who you know. It's hard to tell when everyones masks on.

"Pardon."

You turn to see a man holding out a white flower to you. Your heart skips but you realize it's too early and you are not at the right spot for your meeting.

"H-hello." You say hesitantly. He has the wrong person.

"For you." He pushes the flower towards you but you fist your hands, making him smirk.

"It's not from me." He explains.

Oh. Then, you notice his hair. The thing not hidden behind his outfit.

"Oh! You were with Pieck the other day!" The creepy staring one.

"Well, I'm with Pieck now." He bobs the flower up and down and you finally take it.

"You're in on this too?" You try not to blush but feel you might be a little red.

He gently takes your arm and leads you onto the dance floor. "I guess. I was told to keep you company for a bit."

Turning to face you he holds a hand out. "This alright?" He is asking you to dance.

"A little weird." You admit but, why not?

So without crushing the flower in one hand, he pulls you in hold.

"Names Galliard by the way." He's pretty sure you don't know that.

So you step and turn and dance and Galliard has a comment once in a while. Just when you're getting the hang of things the song changes and he stops on the edge of the dance floor.

"Well, I hope this wasn't too awkward for you. Good luck." He does a slight bow and you watch as he sprints over to and up the stairs where Pieck greets him with a kiss.

He pulls away and says something and they both turn and spot you, Pieck giving a wave and a smile.

You wave back as you are on your own again. Looking around you spot two blondes dancing which can only be Annie and Armin. You are pretty sure you hear Historias giggle somewhere but can't see her.

"Hello." And there's another voice, and you freeze again for a moment before turning.

"Connie?" You recognize him straight away and he laughs.

He also has a white flower to give you.

"You're in on this?" You raise an eyebrow and he shrugs.

"All I now is this is yours and may I have this dance?" He gives you the flower and you are dancing again.

"When did you get here?" You ask, relaxed with your friend.

You talk and waltz (not perfectly) and catch up from the last week.

And then, just like before, you see something click for him and a new song starts and he's got you off the floor.

"We'll hang this weekend, yeah?" Connie tells you and you watch as in the swarm of people he finds Niccolo and Sasha, making you chuckle.

What next?

"Good evening." You feel yourself smile at the new voice and giggle when you see who it is.

"Armin?!" He smiles back and hands you another white flower.

"What is going on?" You ask, looking around to see who else might be near.

"Annie knows why I'm here, come on." He lets you know his partner is cool with all this and Armin is smiling as much as you are.

"You know." You state and he nods but won't say anything more. So, he does know who it is.

White flower four comes from Reiner. The big guy is a little awkward on the dance floor but you don't mind.

The little bit you get to spend with him, you find out he's really very nice.

"We'll have to hang out sometime." He says.

"Yes. Thank you." You tell him. It's sweet of everyone to be doing whatever this plan is.

You are soon left alone again and just as you go to look at the standing clock to check the time, a pair of hands cover your eyes from behind.

"Not yet." A voice insists, making you sigh.

You turn to find bright green eyes and pulled back hair.

"Eren. Hi." You half expected to see him at some point.

"Number five." He's keeping count as well as he hangs you the next flower.

"How many more?" You ask and he shrugs.

"It's getting pretty late." He mentions as he takes you in hold.

How your flowers aren't getting smashed when you are having a hard time holding your arm up another mystery of tonight.

It's near the end of another song you realize he's putting you in a specific place as he leaves you.

"See you." He says with a smile.

Another sigh passes your lips. It's just before eleven.

Right under the clock another man with a white flower is waiting.

His mask covers much more of his face and he's waiting for you to come to him.

You try to pick up on any identifies but even squinting can't tell.

So you head forward with your flowers and step to him just as the clock hits eleven.

"Number six." You say as he hands you the flower.

He gently reaches out and brushes your hair back.

You know the cologne he's wearing.

"Do you know the purpose of six white roses?" He asks, and you know that voice.

"Jean." You let out a breath. It's him. It's eleven. It must be him!

"One through five signifies different types of love." He speaks as you listen intently.

"Love at first sight, nothing will stand between us, I love you."

As he explains he lets you take off the mask covering his face, revealing underneath one covering just his eyes, like yours. Somewhere in your mind you realize somehow his costume matches yours.

"And six?" You want to know.

You hear him gulp. He's still nervous. "I want to be yours."

That's all it takes and your arms are around his neck, flowers tickling his ear as his arms go around your waist.

"Yes. Yes!" You repeat and he laughs.

You pull back and crash your lips into his, taking him by surprise.

"All of this?!" You almost scream as you forcefully break away.

"You didn't like it?" He is out of breath.

"I…didn't know. It didn't have to be all this. I'm, not mad. I just didn't know." You ramble a little bit.

"So, next time I wanna tell you something maybe I should just say it?" He teases.

You thrust the flowers at him.

"You can, but it better be good." You make it known you will accept nothing less.

He nods. "You happy it's me?" He can't believe the outcome.

"So happy." You nod as well and pull him in for another kiss, silencing any doubt he has left.

"But why did you have me dancing with all the guys?" That has you confused.

"I wanted to make sure you had a good time. You like dancing." He knows that about you.

"Only with you from now on." You make clear.

Jean nods and mumbles an 'okay' as he kisses you.

"How'd all this happen, anyway?" You wonder how he got everyone involved.

"It was a long week without you. Let's enjoy the rest of the night." He'll explain later how he met Pieck and they got others involved. And just how long he's been wanting to do this.

As you both head into the center of the room, together this time, you spot those who assisted and are cheering you on. Sasha and Historia are also nearby with Niccolo and Ymir, rooting you on as well.

You'll ask them later how much they knew.

As you pass Pieck she reaches out and takes the flowers from Jean so you two can dance together. You'll have to thank her for her part in this.

The next song starts and you and Jean hold each other close.

"I love you." You whisper, confirming what you already knew.

"I love you." He says after a moment, wondering if he'll get used to you saying that.

"So, what do you have planned for Christmas?" You joke, both of you laughing as he tries not so elegantly to dip you.

"You'll have to wait and see."

Whatever it is, you look forward to it.

a/n- one day I will write an established relationship with this man. But not today! Also, first time featuring warriors in a story?? :)

#aot #attack on titan #jean kirstein #jean kirsten x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein fluff #historia reiss #sasha braus #pieck finger #also featuring #connie springer #eren jaeger #porco galliard #armin arlert #reiner braun #i think this one got away from me but that's alright enjoy anyway

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Why do you love me? - "The Beginning" - Rafe Cameron Series

The first chapter is finally out! Please be understanding if I am not a quick updater and the chapters are not long. I am in college. Thank you.

Warnings?: Not really, but a good amount of swearing.

Anyways, happy reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

my love,

skarsgardwise

You might think that love is horseshit at first sight. That may not be the case. Your friends persuaded you to accompany them to the kook party. You really didn't want to go to the party, but you went to avoid hearing your friends complain.

"I can't believe y/n is finally coming with us to the party!" exclaimed one of your friends. You scoffingly rolled your eyes at their remark. You are sorry for your decision. Deeply. What the fuck was I thinking…

"For the record, I decided to leave so I wouldn't have to listen to your nonsense." You responded calmly to them. The oohs and aahs spread.

They laughed as you approached the house where the party is being held. As you entered the house, you could feel your anxiety rising. There were a lot of people dancing around with drinks in their hands. Your hands became clammy, and you wanted to get out of there. Lacy, your friend, could tell you were stressed. So she grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly.

"It smells like someone pissed in front of me." You gagged and began to wave the smell away from your face. Gosh, I hate this party already. You look around and notice teenagers high off the ledges. Not exactly your front. Particularly drugs. Lacy dragged you into the kitchen and poured you something. Nothing out of the ordinary. You looked disgusted as she handed you the drink she had made.

"What the fuck is this Lacy?" you inquired, looking up to see her reaction. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, try it!" she exclaimed. You slowly brought the red cup to your lips and sipped it. The alcohol burns your throat and causes your eyes to tear. This shit is bad as fuck!!

“No. Screw that. I'm going to get some water!" You yelled and threw away the cup. Lacy laughs at your remark and goes to get you a water bottle. "Here, you drama queen!" she exclaims, laughing at your solemn expression.

"Why do you have to torture me? I do not deserve this treatment!" You quickly chug the entire water bottle. You crushed the bottle and threw it away as you finished. This party is whack anyways, I am going to leave.

You turned around to face Lacy once more. "I'm going to leave, Lacy. This party isn't working for me-" Because the person in front of you was not Lacy, you quickly closed your mouth. It was this handsome man who widened their eyes at your remark because no one ever said that their party wasn't doing enough for them.

"I'm guessing you're not into parties?" he inquired, smirking at your surprised expression.

“What? You got everything wrong! Haha…” You squeak out the response, trying to avoid his gaze. He grins at your remark and takes another drink.

"Certainly, sweetheart." He laughs and shakes his head as he walks away. Your heart leaps at the nickname, your eyes widen, and heat spreads throughout your entire body. Your gaze followed his form as he returned to his friend group and laughed at their jokes.

What the fuck happened?

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So, this brief interaction between you and Rafe has resulted in a crush. You must be wondering if this bitch is for real right now. But, since that day, you've noticed him everywhere, as if he's doing it on purpose!

You're at the gas station right now because it's scorching hot outside. Oh, how you long for a car instead of riding your bike everywhere. Total nonsense. As you walked to the back of the station, you noticed that the slurpy machines were unavailable.

"Aye, boss!" "Why aren't the slurpy machines working?" You yelled and turned around to see the manager roll his eyes at your remark.

"No, it's not working today!" It's not a big deal!" He responds angrily to your remark.

"It is not a big deal? "Are you high today?" You bite your lower lip as you approach the manager's counter. "It is not a big deal? You've got some balls to say that because you're working inside when it's as hot as a motherfucker. So, fix the machines!" As you stare at the old man, your chest quickly rises and falls because you are out of breath.

When you respond, the manager's eyes widen and he tries to avoid eye contact. He frowns and mumbles something under his breath. "What was that?" you inquire, raising your eyebrows. "I said- I'll fix the machines after I finish this customer stuff," he said hoarsely.

"See, it wasn't that difficult. Was it?" You mock him and then apologize to the customer who had to witness this situation. Your eyes widen as you notice who the customer was, and a flush spreads across your cheeks.

You got to be kidding me!

Clearing your throat and noticing visible sweat forming on your brow. "Hello once more... I apologize for interfering with your order interaction." You stutter slowly and then lean forward, "This old man has been a pain in the ass lately," you say quickly.

“Hey! I heard that!”

"Are you sure?" you ask, looking behind you. "I noticed your hearing has been wacky lately." You deadpan and return your gaze to the handsome man.

The man in front of you was laughing loudly and clutching his stomach at this point. He was trying to catch his breath. “Wow! "You're great!" he says, grinning at you and running his hands through his hair.

"Hello, my name is Rafe. "Rafe Cameron," he says, raising his hand to shake your hand.

"Y/n. Y/n L/n," you say back and shake his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, L/n," he says with a smirk.

See you next chapter! (coming soon)

#rafe cameron #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe obx #rafe cameron x you #obx series

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blu3-j · 11 months

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hello! I was just wondering, how do you get the inspiration that you get when writing the stories?

I’ve been mighty fascinated by the story you have done with chapter 1 and 2, I am looking forward in seeing the next chapter. I create some stories in my free time but I am never able to really put it in a story itself, if you know what I mean, I hope that your stories do very well(which they probably will because they are awesome) hope you have a great day!

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!! Thank you thank you thank you so so so much! That means so much more to me than you'll ever know! I'm so glad that you like the story so far!

So, I'm assuming by stories but not full fledged stories, you mean short prompts or stories. As someone that has a full digital document with short story prompts and short stories, I completely relate. I'm not one to write anything longer than a prompt, but I've been wanting to make something longer and more detailed than that for a long while now. I'm not the greatest at it, but it's all part of my learning experience! I do have some advice that could potentially help, but I suggest practicing and having other people you trust to read over it and give constructive critism that you know them telling you wouldn't hurt your feelings. That way, you'll figure out the process that works best for you.

How I personally go about it is I see the story as a simulator. I take the characters I want, get to know them as best as I can (personality, thought patterns, behaviour, etc.), pick out a situation (it can be as simple as just putting them in the same room), have basic milestones you want them to reach, and let them interact in my mind. I try not to tell the story, and rather let the characters do so. It's okay if I intervene a tiny bit by making a small coincident happen to help them reach a milestone in the story, but that's as far as I'm willing to go. And usually, if they're stuck in a situation together where they're forced to be around each other (school, work, being put in a group to save the world, etc.), they usually will have interactions to write about.

If it's just two characters that absolutely refuse to interact at all costs, put another character in there! This could be a new pet, a close friend of one of the characters, or a family member. Even someone like a teacher that could play a bigger role could help immensely to get these two characters interacting. It's also important that they aren't just there to get an interaction going for one time. They could be kind of like a failsafe. I highly suggest keeping them around for future situations just like this or to put more depth into the story.

For example, a teacher of two students notices the tension between the two, and decides to talk directly to one of the students because they care about all of their students, and want to make sure everything's okay. This teacher is very caring, and could almost act like a mentor figure in one or both of their lives. Just have someone point it out and ask "why? Why do you refuse to talk to each other?" This may get the character/s to at least think about each other. This may turn into a bit of a snowball, turning from small interactions like glances and looks, to small talk, to full discussions. It's not just a single interaction you're writing about, or just the characters themselves, it's a full world. So use it to it's full abilities! Think of it like this: they feel emotions and work similarly to us! When someone talks to you about another person you don't really talk to and makes other small comments, it makes you curious, right? What types of comments would get the curiousity flowing for them? A rumor? The other knowing something about the second character the first didn't know? Or maybe just noticing something small the second does that the first didn't notice. Maybe a misunderstanding, like the other noticing the second often looks at the first. Take it from there! Curiosity is what influences a lot of our daily decisions, especially things that could potentially make great changes.

Last thing; when you've run out of ideas, keep that pencil moving! Ideas will come by at some point. Just keep that pencil moving! Go into more depth of a scene, extend it out, write a dull conversation---keep. Writing. You'll get there eventually.

Moving away from the advice a little, I'm going to talk of my personal inspiration of this story, so you can get a better idea of my thought process.

Believe it or not, but nobody likes change in their lives. Even if it's small. In the case of Welcome...Home? it's not a small change at all. When a person goes through a change in their life, they go through the stages of grief. For losing what once was, like a regular routine they had gotten so used to or moving to a different location. This could be minor and barely noticable, or could be much more grand. For the characters of this story, the reader is losing their regular schedule, living with roommates when they haven't lived with anyone in a long time, and their roommates are living puppets. (We'll get back to that later.) For the crew, they're in a completely new world. I have it down that Wally knew about our world, but his knowledge is greatly limited due to only seeing what's on the other side of the screen when an episode is playing and nothing more. But being in that world when he's already so used to living in Home? Even he's going through the stages of grief. All of the puppets are. They have no idea how this world works, most of them don't know what humans are, and they're going to be forced to live in this world until they can go back home.

Going back to reader, they're a person that lives in a world where living puppets don't exist. It literally goes against the logic they've always known. Additionally, the puppets don't really have much of an explanation of how they work, and how they exist in the first place. How are they walking? They don't have muscles, they have a wire or plastic skeleton at most. How are they able to speak? They don't have any voice boxes or vocal chords. How are parts of their body that normally aren't able to move on a puppet---especially the way they were attached to their bodies---move? It shouldn't be possible. None of it is supposed to be possible. So, it kind of breaks the reader's logic. That's huge. No matter what, they'll be constantly trying to figure it out and make it make sense, even if it's just a small thought in the back of their mind. If it doesn't make sense, it creates panic and confusion.

A huge part of keeping this story as it is, is trying to think of how each character cope with stressful situations. Frank would do as much research as he can to keep himself calm (if he can make it make sense, than he can figure out how to fix it), and if he can't then he breaks down, Julie would be doing her best to ignore the bad emotions and try to put her attention on keeping happy and keeping others happy, reader tries to avoid their emotions and situations completely, Wally attempts to keep it hidden and will only allow himself to feel those emotions when he's alone due to being too worried about how his reaction may affect the others (if he isn't calm when he normally is, how can they be calm?), Howdy tries to keep himself so busy he forgets, Poppy either hides, and when she can't, puts all of her attention on the others, Sally expresses her emotions and situation through her plays and acting, Barnaby either shuts down, or to keep himself from doing so, tells jokes and tries to distract himself and make him feel as though the situation isn't as serious as it actually is, and Eddie has a delayed reaction, but shuts down unless he's absolutely needed. Everyone's trying to keep calm, but most of them attempt to avoid their emotions due to how complicated this situation is. It's not as simple as trying to forgive someone for playing a small prank. It's not as simple as a simple miscommunication issue. It's world-breaking. Their emotions are just as big as the situation itself. Right now, that's what this story is all about. As time goes on, it may change and while they may still go through the grieving process, it may not play as huge of a role as it does currently.

Something that I've noticed is a reoccuring theme of a lot of Welcome Home fanfiction right now is the fish out of water trope. A character is put in a world/situation they're not from or used to, and have to figure out how to live with it. I wanted to give it a try myself because I think it's a fun trope to write about. I've also been wanting to attempt to write a story of characters grieving over a long period of time while life continues on without pause for years. I'm finally going through with it, but I'm keeping it a bit more fun and interactive than my last attempt so it doesn't feel as though I used that time to write it for nothing.

Alright! Long answer, I know, and I sincerely apologize if you weren't interested in a super long post talking about this. But here you go, regardless! I hope that clears everything up for you! Thank you so so much for sending this question in, and once again, thank you so so very much for your kind words! They mean so much to me, truly. I also hope you and everyone else reading this have a fantabulous day! You all deserve it! Make the day yours! (Because it is yours!)

#blu3 j blog #ask box #ask #hope you all are ready for chapter 3!!#it's a bit sad #but it's fun sad!#coming---hopefully---Friday!#aka: tomorrow

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Bright Suits and Bright Minds (Though Shenanigans Aren't Far Behind)

(Where in the timeline does this happen? Beats me. They're wanderin' the Feywild and that's all I know. Basically I just wanted Kremy and Frost to meet my OC Carter because there's some similarities XD)

(Edit: I put a Read More in but it's not showing that in the tag so I apologize deeply for anyone in the tag wondering why I put a long-ass fic here. I didn't, Tumblr isn't putting the Read More in and I'm sorry.)

"Well," Gideon sighs, hands on his hips as he looks around and sighs. "We're lost."

"You're just realizing that now?" Frost arcs an eyebrow up at his friend. "We haven't seen anything other than trees and muck for hours."

"Yeah, but, that's kinda just how this place is."

"... You're not wrong," Frost concedes. "Twig, do you have any idea where we are?"

Twig looks around for a moment, peering out into the fog from where she sits on Gideon's shoulders. "... Nope!"

""I really should've used Guidance when we started," Gricko mumbles to himself, wincing with wide eyes at his own mistake. "Maybe someone will come by we can ask for directions?"

"I'm not so sure that'll-"

"Oh, finally!"

"Oh, well, I was wrong!" Kremy picks up the pace a bit after the interruption, but freezes when he sees the owner of the voice. "Is that a fuckin' human?"

"What is it with you and humans, man? I'm half-human, you don't got any problems with me!"

"You're half not-human too, Gid, that fixes it."

"Well gosh, Kremy, your hatred of humans and want to eat them implies such a rich and layered backstory," Gricko says, smiling and leaning in to elbow Kremy's leg knowingly.

"It sure does, Gricko. Anyway, let's see if he dies and I can use his bones for some broth."

"Fuck that, I'm getting directions." Frost strides forward. "Uh, hello! My name is Morning Frost-"

He's met with a warm hand clasping around his shoulders. "Finally!" the person exclaims. "I was starting to think this whole universe was just swampwater and weird little frogs!"

"This universe?" Frost takes in this apparent human. He has deep dark skin that contrasts sharply, but nicely, with his obnoxiously bright yellow suit. His hair, not quite long enough to be considered a full afro but getting close to it, is tucked masterfully into what looks like a boater's hat made of fabric instead of straw. Frost would consider it eccentric if he wasn't used to Kremy's own style.

The man grins at Frost and steps back, swooping off his hat and bowing deeply. "Carter Clevman, god of cleverness, craftiness, charisma, and charm! Not in this world though." He stands back up and sweeps his hat on with the same practiced ease.

"Oh gods, it's another fuckin' weirdo," Gideon whispers roughly to Kremy.

"Are you from the material plane too?" Gricko asks as the rest of the group gets closer. Carter doesn't even bat an eye at Torbek as he trudges over, tubes glowing and bubbling away. "We could travel toge-"

"No more people!" Kremy interrupts. "For the sake of the nine hells, Gricko, we've already got six!"

"I wouldn't be joining you anyway," Carter says with a wave of his hand. "I'm looking for my four friends. See, I decided I wanted to take a little trip through the multiverse, as you do-"

"Yeah of course. Why not." Gideon looks at Kremy and holds up a fist in question.

Kremy shakes his head, parting his mouth a little. He tastes a magic in the air around this person. It's not a very familiar flavor, and unfortunately, it tastes like this guy might not be human after all. When it comes to things that disguise themselves like this in the Feywild? Probably better to just try and get anything useful from them and then get away.

Carter doesn't pay attention, or at least doesn't acknowledge it. "-and we ran into a little unexpected debris in the planes between worlds, and, well, we got separated. Have you seen any other 'humans' or humans around here?" Carter makes air-quotes when he says the first 'humans'.

"No-one but you so far, friend," Kremy says, leaning forward a bit on his cane. "So your little group aren't really humans?"

"Well, half of us aren't. I already said I'm not-"

"Torbek doesn't mean to be rude," Torbek says slowly. "But... Torbek doesn't remember any gods wearing suits like Mr. Kremy's..."

"Suit's like-! My suit is finely tailored! Purple is a-a sign of high society!" Kremy brushes off his lapel, offended. "He doesn't even have a cane!"

"A cane is a good idea though. Love the skull on yours, my friend Evelyn would love it too. She's one of the people I'm looking for. She'll either look like a pale human woman with black hair that's bright blue at the tips, sort of a tough almost biker style to her clothes, or she'll look like a harbinger of plant-based revenge." Carter gestures at his back. "Giant wings that go from scales to feathers, four big horns, glowing blue eyes, stuff like that."

"Have we met anybody like that?" Gricko asks, looking up at his companions.

There's a moment of deliberation.

"Never seen her," Twig finally says, "I'm sorry we can't help."

"Ah, it's alright, it was a long shot. If you do see her, let her know I'm looking for her around this area. I'm also looking for Ashlyn, she's got ginger hair and lots of freckles, I believe she was wearing a pink hoodie this time, and is probably carrying around a glowing bow and arrows, she knows me well enough to be armed when she tries to take vacations with me."

"Oh." Gricko crinkles his nose. "You sound like a fun guy to travel with. Hootsie," he says softly to his daughter, "If you have a friend where you always have to be armed to hang out with them, you get new friends, alright?"

"Um, Gricko? That's the case with us." Frost pats Gricko's back.

"... Oh gods, Frosty, you're right. Hootsie, I am so sorry sweetie-"

"I'm also looking for a couple, they'll probably be together. A short woman with light brown hair, oh no. Oh, she was wearing one of her nice pairs of jeans too, I'm going to owe her forever. Literally. Anyway, she'll likely have a bright glowing necklace on and be with her husband, who's about- oh, about the height of your red friend here." Carter gestures at Gideon. "Not red, though, and no beard. Possibly horns, depends on if he's in his demon form or not."

"Demon? We won't be messing with any demons." Kremy looks around and raises his cane a little.

"No no, he's very kind! He rescues cats out of trees and they've fostered orphaned puppies and everything, they're so overly sweet it gave me a cavity once. I didn't even know that could happen, given this physical form is just something I whipped up for fun a few millennia ago."

"If you don't mind my asking," Frost says, looking Carter up and down. "If you're some kind of god or deity... why did you and your companions get so lost? How did something like this happen if you're supposed to be such a-a powerful being?"

"Well, you know how it is. Sometimes you jump into something just bursting with self confidence, and you realize along the way 'Oh-ho! This was unearned'!" Carter chuckles at himself. It's not exactly a happy chuckle. "Ahhh... yeah. I said I was the god of cleverness, not competence."

"If he's the god of cleverness, that might explain a few things. Like how we got so many people to come to our carnival," Gideon says. "You're slackin' off, man."

"Why do you guys keep insultin' the carnival? It was a good carnival!"

"Whatever helps you sleep, Kremy." Frost looks back at Carter. "It's true, you're not doing very well."

"First of all, I said I was the god of it in another universe. I don't know who's in charge of it here, and other cleverness gods and I tend not to get along. ... They think I disgrace the title because I enjoy indulging in silly antics that some would consider dumb. Secondly, I don't control cleverness! I'm a personification of concepts, feelings, aspects! Gods in my world aren't responsible for creation, just... existing as the thing we are! The creation is left up to Sid."

"Sid? You some kinda cleric with a god named Sid?" Kremy lowers his cane. He's starting to think this guy isn't so much dangerous as off his rocker.

"Cleric? Well, at least that narrows down what universe I'm in somewhat... and no! No, Sid is just the nineteen year old who created our universe and controls it by writing it in her spare time."

"Your world is controlled by a nineteen year old?" Frost shakes his head. "I see why you left."

"No, I was just taking a vacation. My friends and I are actually quite close with Sid!"

"Well, are you actually close with them? Or are you kinda forced to be on account of them bein' a god?" Kremy leans a away from Carter.

Frost's eyes widen for just a second as he nods. "That's a good point Kremy. Carter, how do you even know you have free will or agency at all if uh, if your world's creator is involved so deeply in your life?"

"... Don't-don't make me think about that. I- ohhh, god..."

And then Sid didn't know how to end it. So Carter just sat down and had an existential crisis while the Witchlight party walked on.

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #my ocs #carter clevman #my attempts at fanfic #fanfic

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Keep Your Eyes On Me • Chapter 9

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F!Mitchell!OC

Summary:

Elizabeth “Ghost” Mitchell is the daughter of what some would say is the most decorated Naval Captain. But when she is called back to North Island for a special mission she is forced to face her past loves, past hurts, and past losses.

Warnings:

violence, swearing, PTSD, war, mental illness & probably more

Word Count: 5382

Cross Posted: A03 • Wattpad

Story Masterlist

Elizabeth stood in the locker room, slowly slipping off her shoes when Natasha suddenly burst in.

“Hey, Mav said to go straight to the classroom and to stay in our civies,” she said, causing her and Callie to look at one another. Callie was already in her underclothes for her jumpsuit, and Elizabeth was in her shorts and bra.

“He always has the worst timing,” she grumbled, slipping her clothes back on.

Liz and Bradley had decided to twin: obnoxious Hawaiians and grab shorts. The two sat next to each other in solidarity.

“Oh gosh, it’s garish!” Hondo commented when the two walked into the classroom.

“Hey, don’t knock the Bradshaw style,” Liz expressed, posing in her red floral flannel. Her shorts showed off more leg than she usually would, her white t-shirt complimenting the red. That’s when John came in rocking one as well causing the few who were in the classroom to groan, making the three friends laugh.

Javy walked in wearing tastefully fitting skinny jeans with a white shirt and his bomber jacket, closely followed by Jake who wore gym shorts and a tank top. It was odd seeing everyone in their civilian clothes. Elizabeth noted he must have just gone for a jog. The two caught each other's eyes before quickly averting. They sat down in their respective seats as a few more trickled in, some already in their flight gear since they were not properly informed of this change of pace.

Pete walked in wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, his bomber jacket overtop. He threw two footballs over to Hondo, who gracefully caught them.

“I'm sure you are all wondering why I didn't have you change into your flight gear today, though obviously a few of you did not get the message,” Pete said with a smile. “Today we are going to be doing a team-building exercise. We will split you into two teams to play a little game I like to call dogfight football. Hondo and I will demonstrate it to you at the beach by the Hard Deck, so for now, change into something more comfortable if you can and meet me by the beach.”

Once at the beach, Mav explained the rules of the game: two balls, and you must defend your side of the beach while simultaneously helping your teammates score on the opponent’s side. Offense and defense at the same time.

Seemed simple enough… except Elizabeth knew nothing about football. She didn't know any of the terms except for field goal and touchdown. She stood there, watching her father and Hondo, and shook her head a bit.

“Today's team leaders will be two of our backseaters, Fanboy and Bob,” Maverick said, causing a few of the pilots to look at one another surprised. “Us pilots get to lead decisions a bunch and sometimes we forget we are a team when we have someone in our backseat.” Maverick motioned for the two boys to stand next to him. “Rock paper scissors who gets to choose first.” The two stood with their fists on their palms. “Oh, and one more thing, when you pick who is on your team, pilots and their WSO cannot be on the same team.”

Everyone looked at one another a bit surprised. Liz supposed that made sense. Really get us working with different people. Shows teamwork.

“Rock paper scissors shoot, rock paper scissors shoot, rock paper…” the two boys said to one another.

Mickey won, jumping for joy. He turned to the group of aviators, eyes looking around the group.

“Phoenix.” He figured she had to be on his team, anyway. Bob's eyes scanned the group before landing on Liz. She had taken off her Hawaiian shirt, putting her only in her white t-shirt and shorts, showing off just how muscular she was. Her muscles were being shown off more since her arms were crossed.

“Ghost.” She walked over to Bob, giving him a high five.

“Junior.”

John looked over at Liz, giving her the ‘I’m watching you’ signal with his fingers, already taking his shirt off revealing a few army-based tattoos on his arms and chest. Liz leaned over to Bob.

��You want more strength.” Junior was a 6’5” beast of a man. They would need someone else who could match up to him.

“Coyote,” Bob called, making her nod. That was a good choice. They both high-fived Javy when he got over to their side.

The rest of their team was Maverick, Rooster, Harvard, and Omaha. Mickey picked Hangman, Halo, Yale, and Fritz.

“Discuss your strategies with your teams,” Maverick said, handing Bob a blue ball and Fanboy a red one.

The two teams huddled together. Liz checked her watch to see it was already going on to 10:30 am. Within seconds, she was hearing different strategies being thrown out, with terms she had no clue what they meant… It was really throwing her off. No matter how many times her father had sat her in front of the tv to teach her how football worked, she still had no clue.

The first half of the game started with Liz deciding to just try to block people from getting to the person with the ball. Tackling people and holding them down successfully made a few members avoid her including Jake, who already knew what the full force of her strength could muster. However, the blue team was not doing very well. Team red already had 13 points and the blue team had 10. Liz received the ball and immediately sprinted to the other side of the beach, just barely making it to a touchdown before being tackled by Natasha.

“Touchdown!” Hondo said, blowing his whistle.

“Alright, alright, break time. Go get some water and something to eat. Meet back here at 13:00,” Maverick called out.

Natasha helped Liz up before going to join some of the others. Liz brushed herself off, frowning at how stained her t-shirt had become. The wet white fabric hugged her skin, further revealing the muscles underneath. She sighed, slipping her shirt off. As she did, she caught a glimpse of Jake watching her closely. He shook his head and walked off towards one of the food trucks parked by the pier. Her eyes followed him, not noticing Javy walking over with her Hawaiian button up.

“Didn't realize you were so inked up,” he hummed as she took her shirt from him and slipped it on.

“Yeah, I kept them to only be visible if I rolled up my sleeves,” she explained. Javy nodded as she adjusted herself.

“Jake’s really sorry, you know,” he started. “I wasn’t supposed to say this but… he went to Rooster and Maverick separately to apologize.” Her eyes shot to the tall brown aviator. She knew about Bradley. Not her father. “Jake doesn’t apologize for much unless he means it. You know that better than others,” he said, glancing at the others. Liz followed his gaze, finding Jake laughing with Yale by the food truck.

“You're not allowed to say this to him, but I’m sorry I punched him in the face.”

“Don’t be, he deserved it,” Javy said before patting her on the shoulder.

John came walking over to the two of them, but Liz decided to walk over to Jake, who was now making his way to the beach again. His hands were full of food.

“Hey,” Liz said with a tight-lipped smile.

“Hey sunshine,” he smiled back, eyes looking over her face.

“You guys are crushing us,” she said with a little laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck.

“Yeah, we are,” he said. He grinned a little before eating his cheesy fry. “Though I’ve got to say, I’ve never seen you so out of your depth in all the time that I’ve known you.”

He laughed and motioned for her to sit as he plopped down on the sand. She slowly sat down next to him, watching the waves as a small smile formed on her lips.

“No, I definitely know how to play,” she breathed out with a laugh. She looked over at him to find him already staring. An invisible blush formed on her cheeks causing her to smile more.

“You said you were a nerd. I didn’t realize you meant a nerd and a total dork,” he said, offering her a fry which she gladly took.

“I would rather study the physics of space than a bunch of guys giving themselves concussions.”

“Hey! I was one of those guys who gave themselves concussions,” he said in protest. “If you’re too pussy to learn, you can just say that.”

Liz laughed a bit.

“Fine, oh master of football. Teach me your ways,” she conceded, causing him to grin.

“Let’s eat first, yeah? I ordered enough for us both.”

“I’ll have to pay you for half then,” she said, but he shook his head.

“No. On me.”

She sighed and nodded before thanking him. The two sat in silence as they watched the waves and ate their food.

“I really came over to say thank you.”

“For?” He raised an eyebrow. Liz looked over at him again.

“Apologizing. You went out of your way to apologize to Pete and Bradley,” she hummed. “I forgive you. If you do it again though, you’ll lose me forever.”

“Understood, sunshine. And I hope you know that I truly meant my apologies. I shouldn’t have said what I said,” he explained.

“Why did you say what you said?”

Jake thought for a moment.

“I’ve never flown with Rooster before. But everyone seems to find him as one of the best. And obviously he is, since he’s here. However, anything I hear of his flying is the same: he plays it safe. Which is good. But I want him to push himself. Whenever he went into the dogfight with Maverick earlier in the week, he flew like a fighter. I just wanted to push him to do it again I guess,” he explained.

She listened intently, thinking for a moment.

“The thing about Bradley is you can't push him to do something he doesn't want to do himself. He was always like that, even as a kid. It only amplified after his mother died and my dad became the only parental figure he had,” she hummed. “He is still one hell of a pilot though, always showed me up when I was learning when we were younger. The way he used to buzz past me and Pete always scared me.” She laughed, looking over to see Bradley and Nat eating together by the water, shooing away any seagulls that got too close. Jake watched them too before looking at Elizabeth. His shoulders relaxed as he observed her. She looked back over at him, noticing the silence. She shook her head and rolled her eyes a little. “It's rude to stare.”

“You’re right. I should stop staring at the sun. It's too hot to handle,” he said with a smirk.

Her face scrunched up.

“Oh Lord,” she breathed out. “That was bad, so so bad,”

Jake laughed with her before standing and holding his hand out to help her up, which she gladly took. She wiped her legs off once she was securely on her feet.

“Come on, little lady. Time to teach you my godlike ways of football,” he said, causing her to snort.

He slipped his shirt off revealing his rippling muscles. Her eyes immediately noticed his hair-covered chest, which did something to her she wasn't expecting. She didn’t notice that her lip lodged itself between her teeth as her eyes traveled down from his chest to the happy trail.

“It's rude to stare,” Jake’s voice broke her hairy-chest-induced trance. Her eyes immediately went to his eyes. “There are those pretty blues,” he hummed before waving her to follow.

The young woman slipped off her Hawaiian shirt again so she wouldn't ruin it. The man licked his lips and lightly watched the woman closely. Her brown skin glimmered with seawater and sweat.

“Who’s the one staring now?” she commented. “Perv.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” he said, waving her off.

Jake explained the basics of football using a stick and drawing different things on the ground. Instead of explaining a bunch of men on a screen to her like her father frustratedly tried to do, he explained it in flight terms. The two of them practiced different passes and tackles before Maverick called them back to continue the second half of their game.

This time Liz had more fun. Understanding how the game worked tended to do that to a person.

“All right all right!” Jake said, jogging backward as Javy and Yale squared up against one another. As the sun was getting lower in the sky, most of them wore their sunglasses.

Hando blew his whistle and Maverick and Jake caught their respective balls before everyone scrambled into their positions. Pete threw the ball to Elizabeth while Jake threw his to Natasha. Liz ran before throwing the ball to Javy, who scored a touchdown for team blue.

Javy and Rooster bumped chests in celebration while Elizabeth screamed in excitement, high-fiving bob. Liz grinned madly over at Jake.

“I shouldn't have taught you how to properly throw!” he shouted as she walked over to her side of the field again.

“But you did!”

The rest of the game was smooth. The blue team scored a few more points making the new score 14-13 with the red team still in the lead. Though at this point, Liz was pretty sure she was the only one keeping track as they tackled one another and scored. The group of young aviators were having a blast.

Eventually, the sun was down far enough that they all deemed the game over. Especially after they tackled Hondo, who was not very pleased but laughed nonetheless. Liz panted as she chugged her water, eyes focused on her father and Penny, who were now talking to one another on the Hard Deck’s deck. A small smile formed on her lips as they laughed with one another.

“Hey, we're all gonna go to the bar and drink since we have tomorrow off. You wanna join?” John asked as he slipped his shirt back on.

“No, I think I might go home and take a bath.”

“You hate baths.”

“Yeah well, my muscles hurt.”

“Yeah? Or are you secretly hanging out with Seresin instead? Rumor is he’s not going to the bar either,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh please, me and Jake are not doing whatever you think we are,” she huffed.

“No? We saw you two getting all close over on the beach,” John teased more. His comment earned him a very hard punch to the arm, causing him to whine as he rubbed the now tender spot. “I'm not judging Liz. He’s an asshole but you tend to like that. Remember that Marine?”

“We do not talk about the marine!” she said, face flushing.

John only laughed before ruffling her braids, looking down at the phone to see a FaceTime call incoming. He answered it, revealing his wife and daughter.

“Oh, my goodness, look at my two favorite women!!” he said excitedly.

“Aaahhhh hello my world!” the Samoan woman said on the other side.

“Kailani look who’s here!” he said, shifting the phone down to show Liz who only grinned and excitedly waved.

“Aunty Sunny!!” the young girl shouted excitedly.

“Oh, my goodness you’ve grown so much!!” she shouted excitedly. The little girl laughed, making the older woman laugh as well.

“We miss you both! Liz, you're going to have to come to visit us sometime soon,” John’s wife said, making Liz smile.

“I will Natia, maybe depending how long our leave is after this minor squabble, I’ll take a nice brief vacation over there,” she hummed, making the woman smile. “I'll leave you three to it! I love you both!” she shouted before walking away, leaving John to speak with his family.

A small yearning to have the same thing tugging at her heart.

“Who was that?” Jake asked, walking up beside her as he slipped his tank-top back on.

“Oh, just John’s wife Natia and their baby girl Kailani,” she hummed with a fond smile. She loved her niece. She was the closest thing to a kid Liz knew she would ever get to. Being a fun wine aunt was what she was content with.

“That's sweet.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey I was wondering, can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow or maybe coffee?” he questioned, making her raise an eyebrow as she looked up at him. Jake stumbled a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck. She had never seen him this unconfident about a question. “As an extra, I’m sorry I mean, not like a date or anything,” he mumbled, mentally facepalming himself for mentioning the date thing.

Liz puffed out a laugh as she stopped walking, looking up at the blonde-haired man.

“I have church in the morning or else I’d take you up on the offer,” she said.

“Oh well, that makes it even better. I’ll drive you to church and then I can buy you breakfast afterward,” he said quickly, trying to recover his minor fumble. She was a bit taken aback by that, surprised he wanted to come to church with her.

“You want to come to church with me? It’s not like military chapel, it’s like a proper church. White steeple and everything,” she elaborated.

“Yeah, I wanted to go to a local church anyway. The one on base never felt right,” he said with a shrug. She looked up at him with adoration, a calmness rushing over her as she thought for a moment.

“I’d like that.”

A smile crept onto Jake’s face.

“Awesome, I’ll pick you up at your home.”

“Oh, then here give me your phone I'll give you my number so I can text you the details.”

Jake quickly pulled out his phone. They both exchanged phones and inputted their information. Why they didn't already have one another's numbers, they were unsure. They supposed it never naturally came up.

Liz wasn't one to typically wear dresses. But it was always an unspoken rule to dress nicely for church on Sundays. The pretty blue sundress with little white flowers matched the bandana she wore to keep her braids out of her face. She stood in the kitchen, making the two sleeping boys (who were passed out drunk on the living room couches) a breakfast they could just throw into the microwave. She was half tempted to just leave them to fend for themselves but she had time to kill till Jake came to pick her up.

She just put the food in the fridge when there was a sing-songy knock on the door. She glanced out the window to see Jake’s truck. A smile formed on her lips as she peeked into the living room, chuckling lightly at the two boys who were basically drooling all over themselves. She grabbed her purse, slipped her sandals on, and opened the door. She found herself met with a very well-put-together Jake.

“Good morning sunshine,” he said with a smile. She looked over his face and felt a blush forming. The black cowboy hat and the matching button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves, topped with a nice set of jeans and cowboy boots. Could he look any more Texan? But she would be lying if it didn't have her mentally swooning.

“A cowboy hat? It's California.”

“Exactly. You Californians need to see proper style every once in a while,” he said with a grin, causing her to shake her head.

“Good morning to you as well cowboy,” she hummed. “You could have just texted me, I could have come to you.”

“Now what kind of gentleman wouldn't walk a lady to the car?” he asked as she closed and locked the door behind her.

“Not a southern one,” she quipped back.

She watched him run ahead to open the passenger side door for her. She climbed inside before he closed the door, ran to the other side and climbed in himself.

The drive was relatively quiet. The two talked about how they had spent their night. Jake had memorized the route to the church she had sent him the night prior so Liz only had to help instruct him once or twice before they arrived at the cute white church not too far from base. Liz went to open her door only for Jake to reach across from her aggressively shutting it. She looked at him in absolute shock before he climbed out, walked around the front, and opened the door for her.

“Ma’am,” he said, holding his hand out to help her out.

She looked at him for a moment, still bewildered by what he had done, before gently taking his hand and climbing out of the truck.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, with a laugh. She waved at Penny and her daughter, along with Ma and Pa, who were waiting by the opening.

“Didn’t know Penny was religious.”

“She doesn't come all the time,” Liz hummed as they walked over. Liz opened her arms to catch Amelia, who ran over to see her, and hugged the young girl tightly.

“I have a question about my chemistry lab.”

“Oooo let's see it!” Liz said excitedly.

Meanwhile, Jake shook Pa’s hand, gave Ma a hug, and greeted Penny. Penny gave Jake a little knowing smirk. As the group walked inside and took their seats, Jake slipped his hat off once inside.

The church service was a quaint one, letting out about an hour after it started. Jake and Elizabeth headed over to a local cafe for brunch before they began walking along the beach. Liz splashed her feet in the water as they walked, leaning down every now and then to collect different shells she thought were interesting.

“How are you and your father?”

Liz looked up at Jake before looking down at the seashells in her hands.

“We are okay. We were able to talk more. It's a bit awkward but I think we are making headway. It's as if he wasn't gone,” she hummed.

“That's good. You two seemed closer yesterday. He seemed proud, especially with that mean throw you sent over to our side,” he said with a grin.

Liz laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, you really shouldn't have taught me how to throw properly. We smoked you in the end.”

“You did. I'm surprised nobody commented on it.”

“Most of us weren't keeping track but 20-15 is a pretty good headway I think.”

“I calculated 17-15.”

“Oh, so you were keeping track then? I'm pretty sure it was 20 -15.”

“I'm competitive and good at math. I couldn't help but keep score. I just said nothing because well, the blue team won and the red lost,” he said with a laugh.

The two sat down, not minding getting their Sunday clothes wet and sandy. The chill of the sea caused the two to stick closer to one another as they watched the sunset. Liz leaned her head on Jake's shoulder. She felt normal. This was normal. Maybe she could get used to something like this. But why did she deserve it if the ones she led to slaughter couldn't?

“Can I tell you something?” Jake asked. His voice was quiet as he watched the eves and flows of the waves. His words snapped her out of her loud thoughts.

“Anything,” she said, pulling away from his shoulder to look at him while he spoke. She watched the conflict on his face, causing her to frown. She reached her hand up to gently cup his face and turn his head to look at her. “Hey, it's okay to tell me things. I told you my baggage, you can tell me yours,” she cooed softly.

She didn’t really recognize how close their faces were until she caught his eyes glancing at her lips. He gently pulled away to look back out to the ocean taking a deep breath.

“Day one of training you asked me why I never spoke about my father,” he started. “I grew up in a marine home, great-great-grandfather all the way down to my two older brothers. My sisters are both married to marines. It's prevalent,” he explained. “So as the youngest, I always had to compete with the idea of being just like my brothers and father. My father is an admiral in the marines. He's a very hard man, ran our home like it was a platoon of soldiers. Sisters and mother included. My mother always babied me. She wanted me to pursue my passions. I loved planes as a kid.” A smile formed on his face. “You know how some babies can't go to sleep unless they have a fan going or some sort of white noise like a vacuum?”

“Yes, I couldn't go to sleep unless the fan over the oven was on,” she said with a snort, causing him to laugh a little. She hadn't noticed how tense he was until she felt his muscles relax under her palms, which she now realized had been resting on his arm.

“Well, that was me but with the sound of planes. So one day, I ran into my father's office and expressed how I wanted to be a pilot. Well my father immediately shot that down. ‘No son of mine is going to fly over a battle. He's going to be on the front lines defending our country.’ And of course that's when I told him I didn't want to be a military pilot. I wanted to be one of those planes that put out forest fires.”

A frown formed on his lips as he paused. She watched as his eyes filled with water, only for them to quickly recede back inside. Her heart ached, wishing he would let himself let go. Her hand moved to his back slowly rubbing it to soothe him.

“He went ballistic. That night he forced me to take everything having to do with planes out of my room and burn it. That summer, he shipped me off to military school.” Her heart broke; she couldn't imagine that. Someone being so cruel over their child's dream. “I forget how young I was. But I was old enough to become defiant. I played it up like I learned whatever imaginary lesson he thought I would learn. I was grateful for the military school. For a long time, I played along, being the perfect Marine to be a son. What my father didn't know was I met a naval aviator named Hollywood, and he was the coolest,” he said with a smile. “So the day my father took me to the recruiting office to sign the papers to enlist in the marines, he was shocked to hear from the recruiter that I couldn't enlist because I was to be shipped off to Illinois for Navy basic training.”

He grinned, looking down at her. His breath hitched a bit, making him just about melt. She was listening so attentively. Her blue eyes looked like they were glowing in the orange of the sunset.

“What did he do?” she asked, fully invested in his story.

Jake being the youngest made sense. And having an admiral father surely gave him a complex. But it suited him. His soft side suited him even more, and she loved every time he showed her a glimpse of it.

“He went ballistic. He disowned me, told me ‘You’re no son of mine. Go be a homosexual on a boat,’” he said scoffing and shaking his head. “So I packed up and left. Camped out with Javy, who I met at the military school at his family's home, and then shipped out to Illinois for 7 weeks. Then right after that, I went straight to Florida where I met a very short army woman in a bar,” he said with a smile, his eyes not leaving hers. His smile grew when she saw her own.

“You’re stupid.”

“Only for you, sunshine,” he said with a wink, causing her to groan then laugh. He laughed with her, nudging her playfully before they both calmed down.

“May I ask how your relationship with your family is now?” she asked carefully, not wanting to step over any lines.

“Well, my eldest brother was with my father on the whole thing. He, unfortunately, died in Afghanistan shortly after I went into basic.”

“I'm so sorry,” she breathed out, feeling horrible for asking.

He shook his head.

“It's alright. We actually got in contact right before he was killed. He was more supportive than he let on, I think. My eldest sister was supportive to the max, as was my mother. The two of them came to see me when I graduated basic,” he said with a smile. “And then my youngest brother and sister stayed out of it.”

“I met them on Family Day during training, yeah?”

“Yes, you did! I remember that now, they really liked you.”

“All I did was awkwardly say hi,” she said with a laugh.

“Well, it was really you saying hi and then awkwardly scurrying off that made them like you. They found it comedic.”

She rubbed her face thinking back to that moment. That was truly embarrassing. She hated meeting new people.

“What about your dad?”

“Ah yes, Admiral Seresin,” Jake sighed. “We talk, kind of. He doesn't shun me anymore, I think the reason being is he wants someone to inherit the family ranch. The thing is, as much as I love the ranch, I don't see myself retiring from the Navy. Besides, I still have older siblings. But he's of the impression it needs to go to a son of his, not a daughter even though Sara really wants to take over.”

“What about your brother? His name was Eric, right?”

“Yes, Eric is in the same boat. Doesn't see himself retiring from the Marines. Plus his family moved to Pennsylvania. So that leaves me,” he explains.

“That's a hard place to be in.”

“It's not too bad. I’m just glad I still have the ability to be with my family if I want, even if my father can be insufferable.”

The two sat in silence for a moment before she shifted, hugging him tightly before pulling away and looking him in the eye.

“Thank you for sharing with me,” she said softly.

He looked back down at her eyes shifting over her features.

“Thank you for listening,” he whispered back.

The two gazed at one another, neither noticing they were leaning closer to one another until their lips were almost touching. Their breaths hitting one another's faces except they weren't both holding their breaths. Their heartbeats only being drowned out by the crashing waves. Jake was about to lean in to close the gap when Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lewis blasted from Elizabeth’s phone, causing her to jump and pull away from Jake. She scrambled to get her phone from her purse, looking at the caller id.

“Sorry, it's Bradley,” she mumbled taking the call. Jake looked at her before looking away, mentally thinking of every way he could kill Bradley at that moment. Little did he realize Elizabeth was thinking the same thing. “Sorry about that,” she breathed out, looking back over at Jake with a shy smile.

“What did Bradshaw want?”

“Apparently he broke something down in the basement. Doesn't know how to fix it.”

“Ah, we should get you home then,” he said, helping her up.

The ride home was silent. They eventually got home and Jake walked her to the front door.

“Thank you for today, it was really nice,” she hummed with a smile.

“I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.”

She more than enjoyed herself. It was the most relaxed day she’d had. She hadn’t worked at all. She looked up at him before leaning forward, going onto her tippy toes and kissing him softly on the cheek. Her lips landed a little too close to his lips before she pulled away and walked inside the hoause.

Authors note: im not doing the chapter thingy anymore because it got complicated trying to go back and linking so if you need to masterlilst for the entire fic its at the top of the story in the description. I'myou

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