#gonna crank out the ones I missed over today

[squirrelplus]

Foxtober 6th - Night

[raspberrybesitos]

Muñequita | javier peña x f!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2k

Summary: Javier comes home from a shit day at work, and puts your free use agreement to work.

Warnings: free use, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), doggy style, papi (daddy) kink, dom!Javi, dom/sub dynamic, spanking, degradation, praise kink, creampie, fluff, after care, reader is female, reader has hair Javier can pull but no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: i cranked this out in like an hour. this literally came out of nowhere, i've just been thinking about Javi a lot. like honest to god this is just the result of me watching too many Javi edits on tiktok and a severe case of Javi P brain rot :P hope y'all enjoy! not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

Sighing as he unlocks the door to your home, he loosens the tie around his neck and tosses his keys onto the counter. He toes off his shoes and kicks them to where yours lay in the foyer. The sound of music and the smell of something cooking catches his attention, pulling him into the kitchen.

The frustration from today dissipates ever so slightly at the sight of you at the counter, preparing dinner. He trudges to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss on your neck, eliciting a startled yelp from you.

“Javi! I didn’t even hear you come in, you scared me!” You yell, setting the knife down and turning around in his embrace. He sighs and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Rough day?” You ask, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. He silently responds with a nod as he peppers kisses to the column of your throat. 

Javier isn’t typically one for talking about what’s bothering him. Letting him open up to you at his own pace, you two have an agreement: he can fuck you whenever and however he likes after a hard day.

A moan threatens to spill over your lips as he sucks on the spot just above your collarbone. “What can I do to help, papi?” Asking teasingly as you feign innocence, batting your lashes at him.

He snarls at your words, gripping your hair and drawing you into him. “I think you already know the answer to that, bebita.” He sinks to his knees, hands roaming to the hem of your dress. Your scent intoxicating as he leans in to hike your dress up over your stomach and bunching it up over his head. He groans as he takes in the sight of your bare cunt. 

“No panties, baby? Did you know I was gonna come home pissed off huh? Make sure my meeting went to shit so you’d get fucked like a little slut?” You whimper at his words as you shake your head.

“No, Javi, I swe-,”

You’re cut off with a light smack to your thigh, moaning at the dull sting. “Uh uh. What’s my name, bebita?” Javier growls. “P-papi,” you whimper. “That’s right,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound.

“Look at her, bebita. She’s drooling for me. All from being called a slut?” He rasps against your thighs, his prickly mustache scratching them as he litters kisses along them. Javier doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze together, noticeably clenching around nothing.

A soft bite pulls you from your trance, gasping as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh. “Yes, papi. Wanted to give you something nice to come home to,” you moan, locking eyes with him as his hands roam up to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“My sweet bebita walking around here with no panties on like a good little slut. You go out in public like this or just here, waiting for papi to get home?” 

“Only here, only for you, papi,” you pant, your neediness increasing by the second. Your words elicit a growl from him.

He dives in with no warning, your head swims at the sensation of his tongue on your dripping core. “Oh fuck, papi!” He hums as he laps at your juices, licking a broad stripe up your folds, parting your lips with his tongue. Endless moans stream from your lips as a new wave of slick seeps from your cunt and into his mouth.

He groans at the taste of you, his cock twitching in his suit. “F-feels so, s-so good, papi,” you whine as you toss your head back. The smell of something burning piques your interest, turning your head to the side. The pan you’d left on the stove sends smoke into the air, completely forgotten in the midst of everything. You gently tap Javier’s shoulder. “Papi, d-dinner,” you stutter through your moans as Javier curls his lips around your clit.

Grunting at your words, Javier turns it into a race - betting he can make you cum before the smoke detector sets off. Eager to win, he shoves two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. Your eyes fly open, inhaling a sharp gasp at the unexpected intrusion.

The sting from the stretch is welcomed and so utterly delicious, you clench around them as he relentlessly suckles on your swollen, puffy clit. “Ja- Papi, wait, gotta - hah - gotta turn off the stove,” you whine. He doesn’t relent, in fact, his pace picks up as he laps at your core. His long, thick fingers ruthlessly hitting your g-spot as he fucks them and in and out of you. The smoke permeates the air, your head swirling as your orgasm approaches.

He groans as he feels you clench around his fingers. The vibrations of it sending you crashing into your orgasm.

“Papi!” You scream, seizing up under his hold as you uncontrollably convulse, bucking your hips up into his mouth. Moaning as he drinks up every last drop of your slick. He pulls back, the skirt of your dress slightly falling.

Without moving from his spot, he keeps one hand on your thigh while reaching for the knob on the stove, turning it off before the smoke detector can beep. The smoke slowly dissipates through the open windows as he turns his attention back to you.

A bead of sweat drips from your brow from the combination of the heat and your orgasm. He lets the hem of your dress fall back into place and rises to his feet. His lips crash onto yours. His mustache damp as his chin glistens with your slick, smearing it onto yours. The kiss ravenous and heady, you moan into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“Bedroom, now,” he rasps, grabbing your hand and hurriedly leading you to your shared room.

He nearly throws you across the room as he flings you onto the bed, shucking his suit jacket off in the process.

Drawing him in by the tie, you suck his bottom lip into yours as you fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. He fiddles with his belt as you slip off his shirt, tugging his curls in your hands - deepening the kiss.

He helps you tear the dress from your body, your lips still connected. Swiftly unhooking your bra and tossing it on the floor, he growls at the sight of you laid out, stark naked on the bed for him.

You coyly spread your legs, your cunt still wet and sticky from earlier. Flames burning in your core as he removes his briefs. His angry, red cock throbbing as his seed spills over the tip as his eyes blow wide with lust.

He pumps himself in his first, lathering his length in his precum. “Turn around bebita. All fours,” he demands.

You quickly follow his instructions, eager to be stuffed full of him. Propping yourself up on all fours, teasingly arching your back as you wiggle your ass. A sharp smack comes crashing down onto your ass, a loud moan escaping you.

He snarls at your teasing. The bed dips behind you, as Javier settles in behind you. Gripping your hair, he yanks you flushed against his chest. “You gonna be a good girl, baby? Or are we gonna have a repeat of last time?”

The delicious memory of him restraining you to the bed, edging you for hours replays in your head.

Despite how appetizing that sounds, your neediness overpowers your decision making as you’re desperate for him to fuck you.

“Yes, papi, I’m gonna be good, I promise,” you keen as he nips at your ear lobe. “Good girl,” he whispers in your ear, tossing you back onto the mattress.

His girthy, long cock drags along your ass and teasingly prods at your aching pussy. Anticipation bubbles in your tummy as he lines up his length with your entrance. He enters you in one, slow motion, drawn out moans from both of you filling the air along with the squelch of your pussy.

Filling you to the hilt, you pant as he languidly pulls out of you before ramming back into you. You duck your head into the mattress, muffling your moans.

“Uh uh, don’t do that. Look into the mirror and let me hear you, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds you make for papi,” he says as he slowly begins fucking you.

Turning your head to the side, you catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror. A particularly loud moan escapes you at the sight of him buried in you while he fucks into your sopping cunt, stroking your g-spot. The familiar mouthwatering sting of his cock causes tears to blur your vision.

“M-more, papi, more! Please!” You beg, needing more than the slow pace he’s going at. Suddenly, he’s ramming into you fast and hard, grunting with every thrust against your cervix as your cries fill the air.

“That hard enough for you? You like getting fucked like a slut, baby? Como una muñequita, like my little doll?” His hips snapping into yours, his balls slapping your clit with each thrust.

“Yes, papi, yes! Your little doll to use whenever you want, do anything you want with, papi!” You cry out on a choked sob, tears of pleasure streaming from your eyes. A tug of your hair elicits a high-pitched moan from you.

“I’m the luckiest man, bebita. Coming home to my girl cooking for me and letting me fuck her whenever I want, however I want. So fucking good for me, baby. So. Fucking. Good,” he moans loudly, his hips punctuating his words.

“Only for you, papi," you breathlessly whine. 

“That’s right, baby. Only for me. Cum for me, bebita. Wanna see you cum on my cock. Look in the mirror and look how pretty you are when you cum all over my cock, baby. Be a good girl for papi and cum, bebita,” he babbles.

You shift your gaze to the mirror again and the sight of him fucking you along with his words launch you into your climax, screaming as he grips your hips harder.

“Fill me up, papi. Stuff me full of your cum. Want it so bad, need your cum, papi, please,” you sob through your release. 

Thrusts growing sloppy as he fucks you through your high.

"Fuck!" He grunts as he coats your walls with his warm load, dribbling out of you and smearing between your thighs and onto your cunt.

Toppling over you, he remains inside as he rests his weight on top of you. Pants and the smell of sex linger in the air as he softens inside of you. He grunts as he pulls out, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder before padding into the bathroom.

Your limbs feel like jelly as you lay there, pliable and fucked out. Javier returns with a damp washcloth and kneels down to gently clean in between your legs, eliciting a soft hum from you.

He carefully flips you onto your back, delicately swiping at your mound, causing you to hiss at the contact - still sensitive from your back-to-back orgasms. 

“Lo siento, bebita,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss on your hip. “Estás bien, papi,” you softly tell him as you run your fingers through his hair. He goes to toss the washcloth into the laundry basket before coming to saddle beside you in bed.

Scooping you up in his embrace, he places a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I meant it, bebita,” his words making you perk up, your brows furrowed as you lock eyes with him, confused as to what he means.

“I’m the luckiest man and I don’t thank you enough, so… thank you, baby. I love you,” he rasps as he gazes into your twinkling eyes. Your features soften at his words, a small smile splaying onto your lips.

“No need to thank me, baby. I’m happy to do anything for you. I love you, Javi,” you whisper, cupping his face and drawing him in for a leisure kiss.

Your lips stay melded to one another’s for a moment until the sound of Javier’s growling stomach interrupts you two. You break the kiss as you burst into a fit of giggles.

“What?!” Javier asks, a smirk playing at his lips at the sound of your laughter. “I knew I should’ve stopped you when we almost burned dinner!” You laugh, playfully swatting his chest. A chuckle rumbles from within him, you lightly bounce on his chest as he laughs.

“We can order something, I know you’re tired, bebita. Don’t worry about it, okay?” He asks, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Okay.”

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[geekforhorror]

hii can u maybe write a fic on anakin using a v!brator on reader?

starry eyes

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, masturbation, use of a vibrator, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, etc.

a/n: this is a blurb because i don’t think i can manage writing an entire fic today 💔

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You missed Anakin. He had been out on a mission for a few days and you had been craving his touch the second he left. Now it was the sixth day without your husband and you were currently touching and fingering yourself to the thought of him. That his fingers were the ones in your slick folds, that his fingers were pinching your sensitive nipples.

You’ve been at it for 10 minutes hoping for some kind of release, but to no avail. Your fingers were not nearly as skillful and slender as Anakin’s and you knew that. Despite that, you continue to play with yourself, just harder this time. You work your fingers back into your entrance and try to thrust them the same way as Anakin did. To your surprise and pleasure, you found the sweet spot that Anakin knew about and started bucking your hips in the air to gain more friction.

“Fuck… Ani…” you say as you become aware of the feeling starting to pool in your core. Your eyes were closed shut and were too lost in your own pleasure to notice the sound of the door open or even the trailing footsteps that were making their way towards the bed. Just as you were about to cum, a familiar voice spoke.

“Now what do we have here?” the voice said.

You knew that voice all too well. You lift your head and look over your left shoulder to see Anakin standing there with a smug look on his face.

“I-um- I didn’t know you were gonna be back here this soon…” you mutter out of plain embarrassment.

“Me neither, but it’s a good thing I did,” Anakin says, referring to your current…predicament. “Now answer my question,” he orders of you.

“I missed you,” you reply.

“I can see that. You want some help over there?” he asks, already knowing the desperate answer you would give him.

“Yes please… want it so bad,” you beg.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he says with a smooth voice. Just before he gets on the bed, you see him open the bedside table drawer and pull out a bright pink vibrator. No.

“I thought you were gonna help me, Anakin,” you pout.

“I am, but I never said I was going to give you the satisfaction of my fingers. Poor little thing was too whored out to listen to my words, huh?” he says with fake disappointment. Before you can get another word out, he turns the toy on and climbs on the bed that you were currently sprawled out on. Without any sort of warning, he brings the vibrator to your already sensitive clit before rubbing circles on it. You throw your head back at the newfound feeling and can’t help but moan.

“Ani… please… want your fingers,” you cry out.

“Then we shouldn’t become so desperate when I’m away, should we?” Anakin tuts before cranking it up to the highest setting possible.

“No… we s-shouldn’t!” you say with a shaky voice.

“That’s right,” he answers.

You were far too sensitive and far gone to let Anakin know just how close you truly were. You didn’t have to tell him though. He knew from the way your legs were quivering that you were dangerously close to going off the edge. His suspicions were proved correct when you suddenly splash your release all over the once clean toy. You pant as you ride out your very much needed orgasm, the toy still pulsating inside you. Anakin slowly pulls the toy outside of your sopping pussy before setting it aside. Your breathing shortly returns to normal, just before you hear Anakin’s sudden words.

“You thought we were done? Silly thing…there’s still more I have to teach you.”

[dr-spectre]

You mentioned something about Splatoon 4 thoughts earlier today, and I really wanna hear you ramble about that. But I also really wanna listen to you ramble about a Hypno Callie rewrite lmao. So if you haven't already, since there's a good chance I missed it lol, what would a Spectre Hypno Callie rewrite look like?

OH DUDE NOW YOU'RE GETTING ME ALL PUMPED UP TEHEHEHEHE! ITS TIME FOR ME TO RAMBLE!!! Imma go ultra autism on you!!! It's gonna border on fanfiction territory! (Not the creepy or romantic kind...) Don't say that I didn't warn you...

Splatoon 4 Ideas.

Now here's the thing right. I only have a few ideas on a Splatoon 4 so I don't think I can do a giant ramble about it yet. But so far I got the idea of Splatoon 4 taking place in a giant futuristic city near the beach. So you get this cool plaza area near the beach and I got that idea from the AMAZING Project Splatoon 3. Seriously go check that out, it is amazing!!!!!!!

But you can also go into the city and explore some of it. And you can ride a bike to different shops and have your own apartment!!! I know people want apartments for the next game and yeah I agree. We NEED an apartment maker, it's the next logical step from lockers!

Also for weapons... I would LOVE to have a flamethrower weapon but instead of fire it's mist. A crank operated shooter made out of bike gears where you gotta keep spamming the ZR button, kind of like the Octoshower's weapon. A Wii Zapper charger!!! PLEASE NINTENDO! A saw blade Splatana. Maybe a pool noodle Inkbrush? That would be funny. Maybe a Painbrush that has a fan on it? Man... I'm starting to sound like Sheldon HAHAHA!

For the new Idols, it would be a duo instead of a 3 Idol group because oh my god 3 team Splatfests are so unbalanced sometimes. They would have the colors red and cyan. I don't have much on what they would look like, but I imagine one of them is a female Inkling with a cyan color and the other is a male octoling with a red color. It's time we have a proper God damn male Idol that isn't a giant manta ray!!! Now since I cannot draw for shit and I don't have the desire to draw (drawing has made me so angry so multiple times so I stick to writing and rambling) so I'll just show some pics to show you what kind of vibe I'm going for.

(Yes I'm not fucking joking. I've gotten inspiration from Silver the Hedgehog and Spider-Punk...)

I think it would be an interesting dynamic to have a fancy, highly teched out character paired up with a grungy and punk character who's loud and funny. I can imagine their music to be futuristic and techno while including segments of rock. Basically techno rock with romantic elements in it.

I would like some quality of life improvements and just general improvements as well, like being able to customize EVERY part of your look without having to go through that annoying character creation menu in the crater. Faster levelling up for abilities, ability drinks and food actually giving you which ability you want instead of a chance at it. Way more pants and a pants shop. WAY MORE hairstyles, eye colors with an option to select from a color wheel, eyebrows, scar and tattoo options too with a new tattoo vendor. (the tattoos are explained in game to be temporary ones even though they secretly aren't, to make sure parents don't get the wrong idea lmao)

Maybe some gameplay tweaks too? like including very slight momentum when going downhill? It has to be very slight though for balance. I would like to add a dolphin dive like mechanic where if you press the jump button in the air in your swimming form, you'll quickly stomp to the ground, and that speed will be carried over when swimming in ink for a little while. Maybe faster horizontal wall swimming too? Basically make the gameplay a little bit faster is all I'm trying to say, Splatoon doesn't need a giant gameplay overhaul, just small tweaks to make the last game seem worse to play lmao.

And of course, BETTER SERVERS! WE NEED DEDICATED SERVERS! NOW!!!!!!!!!!! EVEN IF ITS JUST A FEW IT'LL BE SOOOOOO HELPFUL! STOP BEING STUPID NINTENDO! GOD!

Um... anyways!

Now, in terms of story.... I would have 3 parts, one is the main campaign while the other two are DLC. The main campaign is focused on the Salmonids. You play as a new agent (Agent X or something, i think that's a cool name) as you explore these islands Super Mario 64 style where you do missions and try and stop the Salmonids from getting out of control as they gone on a rampage from an unknown cause. You have to complete enough missions on an island to go to the next.

Basically, think of Salmon Run maps and areas found in Mario games but they are WAY LARGER and more complex areas to go through with NPCs to talk to. I really want Splatoon 4 to expand on the concepts found in the hub worlds in Alterna and go fully into a 3D Mario sandbox style game.

You also have to team up with Frye, Big Man, Neo Agent 3 and Marie who join up with a new cast of characters who are in charge of guiding you to new islands (haven't thought much about what these characters are) to figure out what's going on. Callie doesn't appear in the story as it's explained in a Sunken Scroll that Callie is helping Octavio figure out what to do with the Fuzzy Octarians that are still trapped in Alterna. And yes Octavio has now fully joined the New Squidbeak Splatoon which Callie is very ecstatic about.

Cuttlefish is fully retired and doesn't appear, and Captain is taking a break from captain duties, leaving Marie to watch over Frye and Big Man as she is their boss anyways. Now, where is Shiver in all this? Well... here me out... she's the villain. And no she doesn't have any sort of bullshit evil headgear on. She's a villain due to being corrupted by greed and wanting more power. She has become addicted to the high she gets from winning and feeling powerful and has teamed up with the Salmonids to gain even more power and cash. She's been fully consumed by power and cash and Frye and Big Man are not on board with her plans as Shiver doesn't wanna give back to the people in Splatsville anymore. So Shiver leaves the group and gathers up the Salmonids and commands them.

However it's revealed that Shiver is doing these things because she had a bad family upbringing in her clan and was always talked down to and treated as weak. So all that trauma and resentment is finally on the surface and Shiver is lashing out at everyone because her pain is so much for her. There could be some themes about found families and healing trauma with the people that you love and stuff like that. Haven't thought too deeply about it. But I would really love to see Deep Cut forgive Shiver and just hug and cry it out. I'll cry alongside them lol.

Now, the second story is focused on the Squid Sisters and takes place before the events of the main campaign. You play as Agent 4 and Callie finds you lying on the floor and tells you that Inkopolis Plaza has been covered in a strange fog and a weird green substance that looks like gooey moss. The buildings have changed and there's all this weird plant life and dust everywhere. Callie escorts you to the tower found in Inkopolis Plaza to figure out where Marie went and that's where you meet Octavio who got shot down in his mech from a laser.

The three go inside and the building looks very similar to the aesthetics of Side Order but with a hospital liminal space edge to it. It looks like a twisted dream hospital environment with a giant lobby in the middle.

This kind of vibe but more open and less hallway like. It should invoke the feeling of going to a hospital as a kid.

However, instead of an elevator to go higher, it's a giant spiraling staircase that grows after each floor Agent 4 completes. Basically the gameplay is the same as the rogue like gameplay found in Side Order but its heavily expanded upon with new enemies, objectives, color chips, etc. However... during the first 12 floors you hear these weird whispers and voices that sound very similar to Marie's voice.... Callie says she's getting major Deja Vu, and then Marie's voice is fully clear and echoes throughout the building, telling Callie in specific to leave her alone and to get out of here. They don't listen and continue forward.

When you reach the 12th floor, you go inside a giant white chamber and you see Marie in a new outfit that's similar to this outfit found in the Splatoon 2 artbook. Basically this but with a cool cloak and squid tentacle patterns on it and a gas mask instead of shades.

She's standing on some kind of green gooey moss and looks angry. Marie attacks Agent 4 with her charger and its a stealth boss where you gotta sneak around and get up to Marie and knock her down from the moss pile. Evil Marie has always been a beloved fan concept in the community, like Hypno Marie has so many cool fan designs out there and i think that could work honestly.

Callie manages to knock the mask off of Marie with a splat bomb but she's still angry. Callie grabs onto Marie and Marie calms down and cries. Agent 4 looks at the gas mask and its just filled with regular oxygen, nothing special about it. No hypnosis gas or anything. Just regular oxygen... Marie says she's sorry and explains that stuff from her past is catching up to her and making her unwell (you can guess on what I'm referring to wink wink.) She was unable to sleep for several days and was being manipulated by someone...

The thing behind Marie's manipulation appears from the ceiling and it's this giant white metallic squid that has transparent glass on some of it's body and arms, which shows this bright green goo flowing inside it. (think of Overlorder but he's a squid). I don't have a lot of information for this guy but this villain was created to cure Fuzzy Octarians, but due to unknown circumstances it went out of control and its coding was changed to "heal" people's pain by covering the planet in a modified and twisted version of Marie's low tide ink which now has evolved to be very similar to plant life. This goo/ink neutralizes certain parts of the brain, leaving the victim completely unfeeling and depressed, unable to feel anything, even physical touch or sensation. The villain manipulated Marie by going inside her head, analyzing her memories and telling her that all she has to is to get rid of "the intruders" and he will "heal her pain."

After the Marie boss fight, you have to travel up to 40 floors instead of 30 and during the downtime you get to learn about the Squid Sisters. Stuff like Callie and Marie before they blew up, who came up with their outfits, more info about their parents and managers, Marie talking about how she has trauma and nightmares from the events of Splatoon 2 and is terrified that one day Callie may leave and never come back again, Callie diving into her time in the Octo Canyon and finally clearing up what happened to her, Octavio showing remorse and sorrow for the actions he has done over the past 100 years. Basically Side Order but with the Squid Sisters, Octavio and Agent 4. I know it's a lot like Side Order but Side Order is so damn good so why not do it again but improve upon the gameplay you know?

That's all I got for this story and it's probably gonna change and be tweaked over time.

Now for the third story of Splatoon 4. I barely have anything for this but it will star the new Idol duo of the game, Off the Hook, Eight and Captain. I think it'll be like Octo Expansion in terms of gameplay and difficulty, but also expanded and longer to complete.

OKAY! NO MORE SPLATOON 4! TIME TO TALK ABOUT HYPNO CALLIE!

Hypno Callie Rewrite.

Honestly, the way I would go about rewriting Hypno Callie is very simple... Remove the Hypnoshades. That's it. She can still have them as an aesthetic part of her outfit, but i would make it so Callie is no longer hypnotized and it's WAY MORE clear to the audience that Callie is suffering from mental illness and that she left with the Octarians, not "kidnapped, overpowered and brainwashed into being a mind controlled slave." Splatoon 2 was always about the separation of the Squid Sisters and their eventual healing and reunion, it was always gonna be about that but due to time constraints probably, they rushed it and introduced bullshit shades to make it easier and simpler, they then tried to fix it later with an obscure post with a relationship chart that no one even fucking talks about, even timeline explainers fail to fucking mention it... ugh...

Making Callie an actual antagonist that has been manipulated by Octavio, whispering to her and playing into her insecurities and pain is way more compelling and makes more sense for Octavio to do as a character. Like how the fuck did he come up with the Hypnoshades and why did he only use it on Callie? He can just make hypnosis tech out of nowhere? Huh? It makes way more sense for Octavio to just manipulate her as he is a master of words and propaganda.

So what I would do is introduce a new mandatory collectable in the Splatoon 2 Hero Mode called "Callie's diary." At certain moments in the campaign Agent 4 and Marie find pages from Callie's diary as she explains her feelings and pain from being overworked and feeling some resentment as Marie has stopped calling or texting her. Marie looks so ashamed and disappointed and starts blaming herself for Callie's disappearance. Some of the diary entries include the photos found in Sunken Scrolls 21 and 22. The last diary entry found in Sector 4 is an emotional rant from Callie the day she went missing. She rants about how she can't take working anymore and how she's so lonely. Her last line is "if no one truly cares for me up here... Then... Maybe..." And there's a small tear stain at the bottom of the page.

Now for the final boss, the main plot points would occur sorta the same way, you fight Octavio and Callie, after a bit Marie comes in and shoots her in the eye, Callie calms down, blah blah blah. I actually really do like the idea of the "low tide ink" that the English translation team introduced. I think it's a neat idea that Marie has this special ink that calms someone down so I'll keep that for the rewrite.

However, during the final boss, i would make it to where Marie is really trying to reach to Callie and trying to convince her that she is loved and she matters, she tries to apologize for her actions and explains that Octavio is just manipulating her for the Octarians' goals. Callie fights back and doesn't wanna listen to her, constantly trying to shut her down. Marie even reminds Callie of their childhood and it almost gets to Callie, but she becomes more emotional and angry, she's so confused because deep down she knows Marie is right, but she's so scared to listen to her because she doesn't want to get abandoned again.

However what really gets to Callie is Marie collapsing on her knees and crying, just begging her badly to come back to her. And Marie says "I love you...." Callie is in shock and starts getting flashes of good memories with her and Marie. She holds the shades in her hands and destroys them. Callie leaps into the air and collides into Marie's arms, and they cry their eyes out and say sorry to each other.

The battle plays out the same but i would like to add another cutscene after Octavio gets his shit kicked in, Callie and Marie are on Sheldon's van and they look at the sunset together. I think that would be really sweet and connect beautifully with the credits and Fresh Start.

I took a lot of inspiration from the game Marvel's Spider-Man 2 and two boss fights in particular. The Miles vs. Peter fight, and the Spider-Man vs. Scream/MJ fight. In those boss fights, it's sort of like a therapy session for the characters in that the people under the symbiote are venting about their issues and expressing their anger they have kept hidden for so long, and the person on the other side is trying desperately to reach for them and save them from themselves. It's really powerful shit honestly and it made me feel emotional seeing Peter go "ALL I WANTED WAS TO SAVE EVERYONE! MJ! MAY! NOW THE CITY THINKS I'M THE PROBLEM! you think I'm the problem." Like i know it's kind of crazy to take inspiration from a game made for adults and take some of it into Splatoon but... I really don't give a shit. Children's media can show powerful scenes of characters struggling with their inner demons. They can do it and have proven to be successful. Children can handle it, they can.

Now... i have worked on a Splatoon 2 finale rewrite and I'm pretty much almost done with it, i need to finish the last bit of it and then go over it again so I'm fully happy with it. However i don't know how to present it as it's in the form of a script and idk how that's gonna work on tumblr, i mean i could put it on AO3 but idk if i wanna make an account just to post one thing on there and idk how many scripts get posted onto AO3 anyways...

It's like I'm a chef and I'm cooking something, but there's no waiter to deliver the food lmao.

ANYWAYS! Thank you for reading my autistic ass ramblings! I got so much free time that i just so much of it just writing down fan concepts for things on different games and stuff (I have a 42 page and counting document on a potential Sonic Frontiers 2.) Yeah... I got THAT kind of autism, not the maths and science one... Again, thank you for reading!

[ultra-raging-ghost]

I REACHED POST LIMIT SO HERES MY POST FROM 9:20 ONWARD

"Goodbye my three little ones, your father has to go"

"Im sorry chat, i guess ill just speak from the heart. the way i lost dapper and pomme i dont think i really.. had time to process, so losing him like this feels like losing all three of them at the same time"

Visiting bagis... poor zeno fucking died to a rooster LMAO i missed bagis place so fucking bad

searching for pepito.... where is my baby.... where is my little pepito, there pepito is

Bad doesnt really know what to do with himself, hes still sad but richas is like. Officially gone. Which is a crazy thing to process. I was having a hard time dealing with it but i think richas' final goodbye made me feel a lot better about it,it doesnt feel like theres a nail in the back of my brain now, im a little more content with this at least. Wont really be happy about it, but more content with it

We're gonna go leave a richas flower (blue orchid) at bagi's old base <3 just like how we left a cornflower at a place special to pomme.

hehehe agent 18/panks_ is in chat and theyre tormenting bad for fun

Offering pepito the opportunity to visit one last place, bad plans on coming back and visiting a couple final places sometime soon, not tonight but soon. Probably gonna end after pepito picks where to go

pepito cant think of anywhere, bads picking one more place to go

PEPITO TIME AT THE OFFICIAL DAPPER TIME SPOT??? LETS GOOOOO

Pepitos gonna be temporarily dapper while in the official dapper time spot <333

bads back, i got so comfortable in the old house that i forgot we have to leave. Just a wave of sadness washed over me, it feels like leaving home all over again, it feels like we should be able to walk into the old spawn from dappers train station and see pierre and pomme and etoiles again

pomme in chat... assuring bad she and dapper wont be leaving any time soon. Bad promises us he has some really fun stuff hes been working on he thinks we'll enjoy, this journey isnt over

while waiting for pepito we're reminiscing on when he had to triangulate the Dont have Your Gun thing that was playing that he couldnt find LMAO

currently visiting the old subway bad was building with dapper underground.... the new terrain generation generated a FULL end city RIGHT next to it!!!!

gonna visit bobby fields another day, thats another day issue, but dapper wanted to go see it with him lol

Bad found out Lullah and Richas were leaving yesterday, sounds like he didnt know chay was leaving till today

BOOOOOOOO BOOOOOO BOO IS HERE!!!! HELLO BOO!!!!!!

Pepitos playing around in the balloons Boo left <33

Bad: Yeah i remember when pomme and dapper came in one of these end cities and scared the muffins out of me Pomme: ?????? Pomme: bro you were dead Bad: I STILL REMEMBER.......

We're gonna go play Wordlos (or however you spell it) one last time before leaving the old spawn <3 gonna see if we can get it to work!!!

kinda works!!! Kinda!!! It mostly works!!!! gonna play!!!!!

"I am so proud of your spanish uncle bad!!! its a great advance to know how to explain something, its the most important thing"

We're looking at the paintings, this is it for the day. Richas logged off with bads statue painting so hes probably never gonna see that again LMAO "thats why we get screenshots"

Pepitos saying a little goodnight to the ghosties <33 pepitos gonna eat all of us up because we're so cute. "I see everything, too. EVERYTHIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG". Pepitos telling us to rest, eat, and drink water, and do our favorite things. We deserve it, to remember not to be sad it ended but be happy it happened at all <3

Bads planning on streaming tomorrow, hes not 100% sure what we'll be doing but he isnt gonna let this crank his steam

Pepitos planning on getting on tomorrow! or whenever! pepito doesnt know when pepito gets on LMAO

Thats all for todays stream, ending at 10:15, goodnight bad, richas, pomme, and dapper <3

[misc-obeyme]

that fem villain mammon art makes me feel so many things, i went crazy when i saw it and my tags for it reflected that

LIKE I'LL JOIN YOUR SIDE ANY DAY MA'AM, JUST ONE CHANCE IS ALL I NEED PLEASE INCAN MAKE YOU SO HAPPY

if there was ever a curse where mammon got turned into a woman, I'd die on the spot. Solomon had an experiment that went wrong and now him and Mammon are affected (mcsolomams heart says it's because they were all hanging out together in his room)

I can only imagine what they would do if they both got turned 😭 team up and mess with me probably. please guys i am fragile, and i WILL run away and hide for my own sake. Like they think i get flustered now?? crank it up to ten. THEY'D GET A KICK OUT OF IT TOO !!! i hate them (said with sickening affection)

like the dame events had me in a chokehold. I can tell you I definitely dropped my phone and yelled when I saw the mammon card like HE HAS A THIGH ACCESSORY AND MESH PANELING AND LIPSTICK that i want to ruin WHO SAID RHAT

i am just a weak woman when it comes to pretty women *head in hands* it's the bisexual in me

anyway HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL !!! work is breathing down our necks to meet our credit card goals, and my store manager is trying to plead for me and the replen manager to get a raise so HOPING !!! (IT WASN'T A RUMOR TECHNICALLY YIPPEE)

I've started giving my cashiers stickers for getting any kind of sign up or application and 😭 it's kinda endearing how excited some of them get. Like even the one's who seemed kinda skeptical/thought it was silly are immediate telling me over the walkie when they get something

barbatos giving mammon stickers when he gets good grades, or a shiny sticker and a kiss when it's an A grade

ALSO MY STORE MANAGER GAVE ME A $25 GIFT CARD TODAY AND BOUGHT US PIZZA BECAUSE I WAS WORKING THE MORNING FOR ONCE 😭 HE SAID THEY REALLY MISSED ME WHILE I WAS ON VACATION LOLOL

okay im done I think HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON!!!!

OKAY RIGHT. The bisexual in me was also freaking out lol. I was like wow I don't think I've ever wanted anyone to step on me before, but FOR HER-

They would absolutely mess with you, there is no way that scenario could go down any other way lol. Like oh? You like us this way, huh? Let us show you just what we can do~

Cue heavy flirting and teasing and wow I would not be strong enough to resist them.

Oh yeah Mammon's dame card nearly killed me with his stupid thighs I was like EXCUSE YOU. How dare you, you were already pretty enough as a man, now you're gonna go ahead and hit me with the thigh bling??

OH YAY I hope they get you that raise!!! You deserve it!!

Listen, I would be thrilled if someone was giving me stickers for doing a good job. It's the simple human brain, we like rewards. I have a sticker system for when I'm actually writing my novels where I award myself a sticker for every 500 words I write. Needless to say they haven't seen any use in ages because I abandoned my novels for fanfic lol. I tried using them for that instead but it was harder because I never know how many words things are gonna end up. At least with novels I know it's gonna be over 50k so like 500 is a good goal for a daily amount. (And I always wrote more than that anyway so my little section gets full up with sparkly stars tee hee~)

Anyway, the point here is that stickers are fun and make people happy!

Now listen... Barb's rewards for Mammon are officially in smut town because of the tags you left on that fic, by the way. I was like OH. That's right, he did abandon his homework to come be with Barb and if Barbatos knew that...? Anyway part two is going to be posted soon and you'll see. Not me already thinking about part three, I have a problem.

YESSSS pizza!! This is the thing, employers don't know how much they rely on you until you're gone! LOL!

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well! 💕

[butdaddyilovehim99]

Summer Kisses, Winter Tears

Chapter Three - Immeasurable Love and Teetering on the Brink

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Gale Cleven x OC, Winnie Egan

Summary - Winnie and Gale are in love, what else can I say?

Warnings - Cheating and age gap

Winnie is bitter as she dresses for another cold, rainy, and foggy day. She wears black trousers and tucks one of her own gray sweaters into the waistband. She ties her hair back into a French braid—the best option for her curls to avoid the rain, as she misses the heatwaves of August in the States. She misses the warm, humid summers in Manitowoc and the dry, oppressive heat in Texas, even if both were unbearable some days. Winnie hums a tune to herself as she's alone; the Red Cross girls left for their shift while Winnie showered. She slips her arms into her thick wool coat and shoves her feet into the black rubber rain boots she acquired when they first arrived in England—tucking her trousers into the boots to keep them from getting wet.

She wonders if the mission is going to be scrubbed for the day because of the weather when she steps out of the barrack—instantly enveloped by the fog and the drizzle of rain on her head and shoulders. Winnie shoves her hands into her jacket pockets as she treks through the mud to the airfield; she always has to wish her boys good luck.

She looks for John first, wondering which crew he is joining for the mission. She walks by each hard stand and then breaks out into a smile as she sees Mugwump's crew sitting under the fort—John lying back against the landing gear and reading a book. "Aw, Crank you drew the short stick?" She calls as she walks up, making the men look at her. "Or did you do something bad enough to make Harding dump Johnny on you?"

Crank laughs and rolls his eyes, "Reserve Command Pilot is the bullshit title he's got today, can you believe that?"

Winnie giggles and looks to John, "Sounds real important, Major." His eyes squint when he grins up at her.

"Well, that's why they gave it to me. I'm the best." He winks at her as he sits up and brings himself to his feet—ducking down because of the wing until he walks out from under it and stands to his full height in front of Winnie. She looks up at him as he puts a hand on her back and leads her a bit away from the fort to give them privacy.

"Look, we're gonna be gone for a few days." John runs a hand over his jaw with a sigh. "Goin' to Africa, Algeria. Maybe I'll see a lion or somethin'." He jokes easily.

"Lions don't live that far north, Johnny." She tells him, which makes him shrug and grin. She shakes her head fondly. "But, if you do, take a picture, would ya? And please don't try to pet it."

John laughs loudly and pulls her into a hug, kissing the top of her head, and she wraps her arms around his middle. She presses her face to his sheepskin and breathes in; the smell of John's aftershave is strongest, followed by oil and a hint of gunpowder. She smiles as she finds it comforting—and gives him a squeeze before she pulls away, murmuring, "Love you."

His smile is soft and genuine, something only reserved for her and Gale when he looks down at her. "Love ya, Bunny. Keep outta trouble."

Winnie laughs, "Take your own advice, Johnny." She shakes her head again, then peaks around John to wave at the crew with a grin. "See you guys!"

A chorus of 'goodbyes' and 'see ya Winnie' follows her as she walks away; she's grateful for the fog that swallows her after a few feet as she walks the Our Baby. She chews on her lip as the fort and men come into view—a group with Father Teska. Gale stands away from them with another figure. It takes her a second, and as she gets closer, she realizes it's Curt.

Winnie hears their farewells, and Curt walks her way. He arches an eyebrow once he's near her—the gears in his head working, then a slow smirk spreading across his face. He glances over his shoulder back at Gale, then looks at Winnie. She wishes the cold could be blamed for her red cheeks, but she is blushing and bites her lip harder.

Once they are passing side-by-side, he leans in close and says, "Didn't know you're that type of dame, Short Stack."Winnie bristles and stops to look up at him; he meets her eyes for a second before he continues back to his fort. She could see the humor shining in Curt's eyes but also a bit of contempt. Winnie is not happy with the implication of his comment. Her heart picks up with fear that he might tell John that he knows in general. Winnie watches his figure disappear into the fog as Gale walks to her.

"Did Bucky tell you?" Gale asks, completely unaware of what Winnie just witnessed from Curt.

She blinks away her thoughts and looks up at Gale, his presence makes all of her worries fade away. She nods, "I'm going to miss you dearly." She admits with doe eyes and a pout and watches as his hard, "Major Cleven" expression melts and softens for her. His hand twitches at his side like he wants to reach out to her—she wants him to.

A muscle ticks in his jaw. "I'll miss you too. More than you can know." He sighs, his eyes never leaving hers as they are quiet for a long beat of silence—exchanging unspoken 'I love you's.

"Come back to me," Winnie says quietly. It's the best goodbye she can give him, and it's still not a goodbye. It is a request for him to return. Something he can never guarantee, but he nods—resolute. She fights the urge to kiss him as she turns around, walking away from him as the green flare shooting into the sky barely breaks through the fog. A signal of her anxiety returning to her stomach—a heavy weight that drags her down.

The base learns that night of the heavy losses, 11 out of 21. Winnie was worried until it was confirmed John and Gale made it. When they said Curt and Dickie went down, she felt a disgusting flicker of relief before she was overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow. Curt was always kind and funny, maybe the funniest person she'd ever met besides John.

The weather is awful during the days John and Gale are in Algeria, and that makes it harder for Winnie to feel joy. Helen teases her relentlessly while they are alone as she believes Winnie is sad because she is missing Gale. Winnie can't bring herself to admit the real reason, so she hides herself in the infirmary with Maggie. Doc Stover had given Winnie permission to start helping around more as she pleased, and she surprised everyone with her ability to learn relatively quickly.

Winnie tends to a superficial laceration a lieutenant received during a training exercise; she listens with a smile as she lets the man speak about his family back home. He had lit up when she asked him if he had family in the States—he started telling her about his incredible wife who works at the Boeing plant in Seattle. Winnie listens in awe of this woman who builds their B-17s all day; he speaks of her with such love that Winnie feels slightly jealous. She wishes her relationship with Gale didn't have to be a secret, that they could love each other so openly.

"Sounds like you're both lucky to have each other." She smiles as she secures the last bit of gauze. The lieutenant blushes a bit as he nods and thanks her. She gathers the supplies and waste, cleaning up her space as he goes on his way. Winnie perks up when she hears the telltale roar of the fort engines in the distance growing louder as they approach. She washes her hands after disposing of the medical waste and then lets Maggie know she is heading off.

Winnie makes a pit stop in a washroom to make sure her hair isn't unruly. She smooths a hand over her dress, a pretty pink one with a white cardigan, because Gale would be back today. She smiles a little at her reflection, giddy to see him. By the time Winnie leaves the infirmary, the transport trucks have brought all the men back to base—the sun hanging just barely over the horizon and casting pretty hues of pink and orange in the sky.

She looks for Gale first, her fingers fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. "Bunny!" John shouts happily with a big grin as he makes his way over to her. He wraps her up in a tight hug and asks loudly, "Did ya miss me?"

"Course I did, Johnny." Winnie laughs and returns his hug, noticing his sunburnt nose. She imagines his shoulders are fiery red, making her freckles darker. "And you missed me."

John pulls away, still grinning, "I'm gonna shower, then head to the pub with the fellas. I'll see ya at breakfast." He kisses her cheek before he heads off towards his barrack. She feels a twinge of sadness that he's running off so quickly, but then her eyes land on Gale, and she's glad that John is going to the pub.

Gale's eyes are already on hers, and he nods. It is a simple gesture to say that he'll be with her in a moment. Winnie does a lap around a couple of the buildings to keep herself from standing right outside the equipment hut. However, she still looks ridiculous hanging around. Gale is out of the building reasonably quick and always punctual. Winnie smiles as he's without his flight gear now, in his pinks and greens with his brown leather jacket since it's warm enough not to wear his sheepskin. Her smile falls a little once he's close enough for her to see the minor cuts on the left side of his face; she fights to hide her worry.

Most of the men are occupied, so Winnie and Gale walk away together, not bothering to stagger their departures but still keeping their bodies a respectable distance from each other as they walk.

His hand goes straight to her waist once they walk into the tree line, and she shivers at the simple touch. She really missed him; four days felt like an eternity apart. Gale filled her every thought through the days, wondering what he was doing and if he missed her as well. Winnie looks up towards him, watching his profile as his lips twitch up into a smile—his eyes slide down to meet hers.

"I missed you, darling." He murmurs as if reading her thoughts, and she smiles sheepishly. His free hand reaches up to cup her cheek, and she closes her eyes for a brief moment.

"I missed you terribly, Gale," Winnie admits quietly and leans into his body as they reach the field. Gale removes his arm from around her to grab the blanket and throw it out onto the ground. He takes her hand as she slips off her kitten heels, then helps her to the ground while he sits beside her. He holds his arms open for her, and Winnie basically throws herself into his embrace—pressing her body to Gale's as he lies back, bringing her with him by his hold on her waist.

He moves a hand from her waist, cups the side of her neck, and makes her tilt her head back to look at him. Gale leans close, letting his breath fan out over her lips—she lets them apart in anticipation. Winnie shivers and closes her eyes as she whispers, "Please."

Gale ghosts his lips along hers, tongue dipping out to lick against her bottom lip, and she lets out a little whimper. She can hear the smirk in his voice when he whispers, "I've got you, darling." His lips are on hers, and he presses her body closer to her waist. Their lips work together in a languid, passionate kiss. Gale's tongue slips into her mouth, and she moves hers to meet his.

Winnie moans into his mouth when Gale moves his thigh between her legs and pulls her along the firm muscle by her hip. Her hands fist his shirt as she rocks her hips slowly, the friction giving her a bit of reprieve. Their lips part with a wet smack, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief second, then splits as he kisses Winnie's jaw and her neck.

She lets out soft puffs of air as she continues rocking her hips; her fingers move to swiftly take off his tie—tossing it aside before making quick work of the small buttons of his shirt. Winnie lets out a moan when he sucks at the hinge of her jaw. "Gale, no marks." She breathes out the reminder. She wants nothing more than to be covered in the marks of his passion and love, but it's not possible.

He grunts in response and laves his tongue over the spot. She pushes his shirt off of his shoulders, and he helps get it the rest of the way off, and it's tossed aside like his tie. Winnie runs her hands over his suntanned shoulders, noting how warm the skin is from the sun. She lets her nails graze down his chest, through the light blond hairs on his pecs, then down to his abdomen—smirking a little as he shivers above her.

Her hands work on his belt as Gale flips them so he's hovering over her on his knees between her legs. "You look pretty today, darling, in this little dress." He murmurs as he sits back to admire her—she blushes as he looks over her dress and then meets her gaze with soft eyes. Gale starts pushing her dress up; she sits up a bit to let him pull the zipper down, then lifts the dress over her head. He bites his bottom lip as he takes her in, then says, "Even prettier without it."

Gale captures Winnie's lips in a searing kiss, running his hands along her soft thighs, up her hips and waist, reaching around to release her bra with the flick of one hand. She brings the straps down and chucks it aside, not caring where any of the clothes land. Gale finishes the task of unbuckling his belt before unbuttoning his slack and sliding the zipper down. Winnie nips hungrily at his plush bottom lip, and he pulls away to push his slacks and briefs down.

Winnie takes the opportunity to take her own underwear off and wraps her legs back around Gale's hips. "Please, I need you. I miss you so much." She babbles desperately, and he squeezes her thigh.

"I'll take care of you, darling." He looks into her eyes, and she nods, trying to find some patience. Gale keeps her gaze as he leans down to her body and presses kisses along her chest, between the valley of her breasts, a hand moving up to swipe his thumb over her nipped before taking the whole breast in his hand and massaging it. She lets out a soft sigh and arches her back from the ground into his touch.

Gale kisses down her stomach, over her navel, and to her pelvis. He presses a kiss to each of her hip bones and nips lightly, continuing down to her parted legs, and she is confused by his actions. She's about to ask him what he's doing when his tongue slips through her wetness, and she gasps, hips jerking away. His hands hold her hips into place as he licks at her again, tongue swirling around her bundle of nerves, her clit she learned. Winnie had overheard some of the girls talking a few weeks ago and learned more than she thought was possible. They had talked about what Gale is doing now but she didn't believe men really did this.

Winnie lets out a long moan when Gale's lip wraps around her clit, and he sucks lightly. Her hand tangles in his hair, tugging him closer while also trying to wiggle away. He holds her perfectly in place, his tongue moving lower and dipping into her pussy, causing her to bite her lip. Winnie thinks this must be the closest thing to heaven on earth, this pure electrifying pleasure.

She writhes and moans as he works his tongue in and out slowly before turning his attention back to her clit. She whines and rocks her hips against his face as the coil in her stomach tightens. "Gale, I'm going to—" she doesn't finish as she cries out a moan as her orgasm takes over her senses, vision blurring to black, all sounds fading out, and her toes curling. She knows she has a vice-like grip on his hair, but he doesn't complain or stop until she comes down from her high. Gale presses gentle kisses and nips to her inner thighs before he kisses up her body. When she opens her eyes, his chin is slick with her wetness, and she would blush if it hadn't felt quite so extraordinarily groundbreaking.

"Tastes as sweet as candy." Gale breathes with a smirk. Winnie doesn't mind when he presses his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, and she tastes herself on his tongue; he wasn't wrong, she realizes with a whine in her throat. His tongue slides along hers as she feels his cock slip through her wet folds, coating the length with a few short thrusts. He holds her thigh with his left hand while using the right to guide his cock into her pussy. They both moan into each other's mouths when his tip pushes inside.

Winnie digs her nails into his shoulders and spreads her legs wider, heels of her feet pressing into his ass to get him to sink in completely. He takes the hint and puts his right hand on her thigh, tilting her hips back as he pushes in until they are flush together.

She takes in a breath and rolls her hips against him, letting him know she's ready and that she doesn't need time to adjust. He starts slow like always, though, gentle as ever with her, barely pulling his hips back before pushing back in—each pull of his hips brings more force to his thrusts.

He presses his face to her chest, kissing and nipping at the cool, sweat-damp skin. She tangles a hand in the hair at his nape, holding him close. "Feels good, darling," he murmurs on her skin, "always need you. Missed you so much. I love you."

She barely comprehends his sweet words as she's lost in her own pleasure. His hands slide along her skin to hold her waist as he thrusts into her at a steady pace—it is perfect, and her walls flutter around his cock, causing a strangled moan to leave his chest.

In this moment, Winnie knows Gale is as down bad for her as she is for him and she feels powerful. This strong man, a United States Army Air Force Major, a seasoned bomber pilot, is moaning against her skin and gripping her waist so tight that she knows she'll bruise. He loves her, and that's all she's ever wanted.

When she's wrapped in his embrace, and they are enveloped by their passion, they can forget about the outside world, the war, Gale's responsibilities, the odds against him, her brother’s descent into whatever darkness has a hold of him… They can simply be two lovers making love during the sunset and well into the night, and Winnie and Gale do just that.

-

Winnie's birthday at the end of August arrives with the fanfare of a national holiday. It's a beautiful, blue sky day, made even better with her boys staying on the ground. John had convinced Harding to let Winnie go up in a fort for a little joy ride or flight at her request. If Winnie didn't know any better, she'd swear Harding is just a big softy for her and his crews.

That's how she finds herself behind the yoke yet again on her birthday; Gale sat in the lead pilot/s seat to her left, and John coaching from over her shoulder. She doesn't think Harding knows this was the plan; John probably swore she would sit in the bombardier's seat in the nose—just a passenger.

She's grinning, and her cheeks hurt, but that doesn't make her stop. She's too giddy—having the time of her life. Winnie risks a glance at Gale, and her heart does a flip; he gazes at her with such adoration, and she has to look away as her cheeks flush.

She understands why John and Gale love flying as much as they do. It's peaceful and serene, the blue sky spread out in all directions. Nothing but white fluffy clouds to keep you company, much too high to be joined by birds or any other living thing.

Winnie's mind drifts from the picturesque view she has to what it must be like over the skies of Europe. She had overheard some men describe the living hell they went through. The flak tearing through the hull of the fort, nearly slicing clean through them; the way the flak lightens up or completely stops just before you hear the sound of a German fighter's artillery puncturing along the fort. But Winnie isn't over Europe; she's flying over to England with her brother and the man she loves. The three of them are happy at this moment—and that's all she needs to push aside the terrors in her mind.

Winnie eventually gives control back to Gale and watches as he gets a playful smirk. She squeals and laughs as he buzzes the tower; John laughs loudly, "Always gotta show off, huh, Buck?"

"It's her birthday, John. Gotta do something memorable." Gale keeps smirking for a moment as if he's thinking of something.

John doesn't seem to notice as he hums, "You're still a show-off."

Winnie rolls her eyes and smiles, "I thought it was fun." She says she's happy as can be. She's trusted to help Gale through the landing—flipping switches when he says and confirms her actions.

John helps her out of the fort when they've taxied into the hard stand, holding her by the waist as he sets her onto her feet; she is still grinning. "Thank you, Johnny. I will never get tired of that."

He smiles, and he lets her go as Gale hops down from the hatch. "Well, I'd say it's about time to get ready for the party." He says after straightening up.

Winnie smiles and nods. "I would say so; you better be ready to dance tonight, Johnny. It's a birthday request." She smiles even more prominent when he does a goofy little shake of his shoulders and snaps her fingers.

"Oh, I was born ready, Bunny!" John grins, his eyes squinting, and she giggles at him.

Later, she stands in the officer's club, which is decorated to the nines for her birthday. John gifted her a darling pink dancing dress for today, and she wears it proudly, feeling special. She sips on a cola while she catches her breath after a long dancing session with John. He stayed on the dance floor with another gal while Winnie walked back over to Gale.

She looks up at him and smiles, uncaring if someone sees her. "You'll dance with me one day." She says it quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. It's not a question or a request but a statement. Winnie knows she'll convince him in the future.

The corners of his mouth curl up around his toothpick. "Will I?' He asks.

Winnie nods and bats her lashes at him for good measure. "You will, for me." She swears he's going to lean in and kiss her, but John walks up out of breath, and he's chuckling. He reaches for his whiskey in between Gale and Winnie—she takes a step back to give him space.

Gale gives her a look while John tips his head back down the whiskey; she knows the look well enough after all these weeks, and she gives him a little nod.

"I'm turning in for the night, Bucky. Don't have too much fun without me." Gale pats his shoulder, and John starts to protest, but Winnie pulls his attention away.

"Johnny, can you get me another cola?" She pouts as she shakes her empty bottle, and his eyes land on her, letting Gale sneak away. John is drunk; Winnie knew that about four songs ago when his footwork got sloppy during a simple foxtrot. He is easily distracted by her request, and he takes her empty bottle before walking to the bar; just as Winnie suspected, he gets drawn into a conversation with a few guys.

Winnie leaves the club and smiles as Gale is waiting for her with his hands in his pockets. She sneaks a glance around, and once satisfied, she loops her hand through his arm and holds on to him as they walk.

Gale leads them to a quieter spot on base, closer to the women's barracks, and between two buildings where they are less likely to be spotted. Winnie slips her hand from his arm, and he moves in front of her; she looks up at him and sees apprehension in his eyes. He's nervous, she realizes, and moves closer to him. "Gale, what is it?"

He looks into her eyes; his expression is soft. "There's something I want to give you for your birthday." He starts reaching into his pocket.

"You didn't have to get me anything." She says as she watches him, a little surprised. Everything is being heavily rationed—what could he have possibly gotten for her?

"I didn't. I've had this for a long time, actually." Gale clears his throat, a bit of emotion creeping into his voice. "It was my mother's."

Winnie's eyes widen as he pulls out a ring. It has a large oval diamond in a delicate, detailed, Edwardian platinum setting. Tears prick her eyes as she looks from the ring to Gale's eyes.

"When she passed away, this was the one thing I hid from my dad. I couldn't let him gamble this away." His eyes shine with emotion, and she reaches up to cup his cheek; he closes his eyes and leans into her touch.

"Gale, I can take this," Winnie whispers, shaking her head. "It's too much. Too important to you."

He opens his eyes to meet her again. "Winnie, you are important to me. I want you to keep it safe for me now." He bites his lip before he continues. "Until I complete my 25th. It's my vow to always come back to you until I get you a ring of your own and make a different vow."

Winnie has tears flowing down her cheeks now. She lets out a little sniffle and nods. "Okay, I'll keep it safe." Her heart and mind race as she processes what he said. He wants to marry her, make her his wife—and she couldn't be any happier.

He gently takes her left hand and slips the ring onto her ring finger— a perfect fit. She sniffles and looks up at him before he presses his lips to hers. He holds her face in both hands and kisses her like he can prove all of his love with the movement of his lips—she thinks he might be able to.

When their lips part, Gale is smiling down at her like she hung the moon. His thumbs swipe the tears from her cheeks then he takes her hand and walks her to her barrack. It's late enough that they won't get caught, but neither of them cares so much at the moment. He gives her a quick kiss on her cheek and makes sure Winnie gets inside the barrack before he departs.

For the first night in a long time, Winnie dreams of a future. A lovely future—she and Gale are older; they stand on a porch with Gale's arm around her waist and his other hand rubbing her noticeable baby bump. She hears high-pitched giggling and John's laughs in the distance. Her eyes land on her big brother, who is grinning as he chases a little one through the grass.

-

The whole base is a buzz for Major Dye and the crew of Sunny II's 25th mission; if they return, they will be the first crew to make it to 25. It's a stark reminder that no crews have managed it yet, but it will also be proof that it can be done. Winnie sits on the hood of a jeep between Croz and Brady, with Blakely sat in the driver's seat and Hambone sitting in the back with a couple other guys; they're surrounded by some of the newer replacements that Winnie hasn't had much of a chance to learn their names.

It's a beautiful late summer day, and most of the men wear their A2 rather than their heavy sheepskin, along with their aviator sunglasses. They are what America pictures when they think of the Air Force. Winnie wears a light green dress with a white floral pattern—teeny little flowers covering it—and her classic kitten heels. Her curls stay loose for the day, hanging perfectly down her back. She'd say a good hair day is a pretty good omen for the whole day if she was superstitious.

Her eyes scan the sky for any sign of the forts, but they are still clear blue. The guys chat around her, but they don't draw her attention until Brady nudges her with her elbow, and she blinks at him. Brady just nods his head back towards the guys sitting in the jeep, so she turns her body to look at them.

"Didn't John sleep with that girl, Lil? I can't believe Dye is head over heels for her." One of the new guys says, motioning toward Lil. She watches the sky with worry on her face. Winnie imagines that is how she looks each time Gale and John fly off.

Winnie doesn't like this guy's tone and judgment of Lil. She knows most of the guys in this general vicinity have slept with random women here in England, hell, probably most men on base. She's heard rumors of the married ones doing it too.

"I am not my brother's keeper," Winnie says flippantly, "John is a wild mustang, and I can't keep track of each of his misgivings. Besides, Lil is happy with Dye; her past doesn't matter."

The man hums and nods, "I don't think John can keep track either." He says it with a grin—a physical gesture that proves he thinks it okay for John to sleep around, but not Lil.

Hambone clears his throat and leans forward, "Winnie, do you know if Helen has a beau back home?"

Winnie fights a smirk, keeping her face neutral—maybe putting on her innocent doe eyes, "No, she doesn't, Hammy. Why?"

The men around the jeep teeter on the edge of laughter and jab each other with their elbows. Hambone clears his throat again; his cheeks have gone pink, and he rubs the back of his neck. "Well, she's real pretty and sweet as molasses. I was just wondering if you can introduce me to her?"

Winnie does let out a giggle, "You haven't spoken to her yet, Hammy?" He shakes his head bashfully, and she rolls her eyes fondly. She tells him firmly, "I will ask her if she is interested in a date."

The men cheer and jostle Hambone, and he blushes more. She giggles again and turns forward again, leaning back against the windshield. She can faintly hear the Hambone gushing about how pretty Helen is to someone, and she smiles softly. Winnie closes her eyes and enjoys the warm sun for a moment before honk interrupts her peace.

John pulls up with a Gale in a jeep of their own, and Winnie wonders where the heck he commandeered it from as he doesn't have access to a jeep now. She is not surprised, though. Her eyes follow Gale as he unfolds his long legs after the jeep and walks over with his usual swagger. John and Gale both have their aviator sunglasses on; while John wears his white sheepskin, Gale wears the A2. Winnie has come to love it on Gale as it shows off his broad shoulders and slim hips—less bulky than the sheepskin.

Winnie looks away when his lips curl into a smirk as he's caught her staring. She can hear the men exchanging greetings, and then she moves to get off the hood. Brady and Croz each offer their hand, which she gladly accepts.

"Careful, Short Stack," Brady murmurs, placing his other hand on her back as she steps down and gets her balance.

"Thank you, fellas." She flashes a bright smile at them before walking over to John and Gale, placing herself right in between them—where she belongs. "Aren't you hot in that thing, Johnny?"

"Beauty is pain, Bunny." He smirks, and she snorts; he doesn't even know the have of it.

"Please, as a man, you have it much easier. Besides, you choose to wear the sheepskin in the heat. You'd be much more comfortable in the A2, and you'd still look dapper—attract all the ladies in the village." She wrinkles her nose at the thought, and he laughs loudly.

"You can't convince me to get rid of the jacket, Bunny," John says, reading right through their argument.

She grins and shrugs, "It was worth a try. It looks absolutely filthy as always." She rubs a hand over a particular spot, but it doesn't budge.

"Gives it character!" He grins proudly, and she lets it go just as the crowd erupts into cheers at the sigh of the forts. They turn to watch as Dye's fort swoops low—Winnie covers her ears but grins wildly as they buzz the tower, turning her body to follow the fort and keep watching. The force of the wind whips around them is exhilarating, and she drops her hands from her ears.

Major Dye did it; he completed 25–and if Dye can do it, so can John and Gale. They are the best pilots of the 100th, and they will do it. Winnie looks up at Gale, then John, and smiles; they are laughing about something, and the air is light. There is no stress, no weight of the world on their shoulders at this moment. Winnie brushes her hand against Gale's before she pulls John down by his jacket to kiss his cheek.

The party in the officer's club is the biggest shindig Winnie has seen on base. Everyone is in good spirits and having fun. Quite a few couples dance on the dance floor while Winnie sits between DeMarco and Gale to pet Meatball. She hasn't taken in a single word from any of the guys since Benny sat beside her with Meatball—but she does think of how she wishes she could dance with Gale. It's a feeble dream; she knows Gale doesn't dance—never has, but it's nice to dream of them wrapped up together, swaying to the music.

Winnie adjusts her position in her seat to let her knee press against Gale's. She feels his eyes on her, and she fights a smile as she continues to scratch behind Meatball's ear. She keeps their knees touching for a few minutes before she stands and makes her way to the bar.

Winnie asks for another cola and watches the dance floor. She spots a group of new guys ogling Helen, and she suppresses a laugh—it seems like Helen is popular today. Winnie takes a sip of her coke and watches as another man dances up to them. It's goofy but charming, and she smiles as she watches; when Gale and John approach the group, it feels like the perfect opportunity to meet them as well.

She nears just as the word 'skivvies' leaves the dancer's mouth. Winnie giggles, and their eyes all land on her. The four men blush, especially the dancer, while John and Gale hold in laughter. "Is that any way to speak in front of a lady? Especially when she's my baby sister." John pretends to scold them, but he's grinning and they chuckle nervously.

"Winnie Egan, Mr. Twinkle Toes." Winnie introduces herself with a laugh before they introduce themselves. The dancer, Rosie, looks like he wants the earth to open up and swallow him. She hangs around for a bit once Gale and John depart and looks up at Rosie. She smiles and says, "Trust me, that wasn't as bad of a meeting as you think it was."

Rosie looks a little relieved, but he isn't entirely convinced when she walks away, back to the bar to her boys. Winnie stands between them and sips her cola. The bartender gives John a whiskey; she wonders how many he's had but she doesn't say anything. She never says anything.

Winnie is out of place when Colonel Harding tells everyone near the bar to gather around—a bit squashed between Gale and John, her body presses against Gale's, and she knows she should pull away, but the tight circle around Harding is the perfect excuse to stay close so she does.

She doesn't understand what Harding is going on about. She knows he is very drunk, but he speaks about bombing Hitler, and she realizes he is hammered—probably won't ever remember this conversation in the morning.

"Now whose flak happy?" John's voice rings in her ears and makes her blood go cold. She can't believe he would speak to a superior officer—his commanding officer, with such blatant disrespect. Her eyes flick to Harding, and she trembles as Harding stares down at John. Gale places his hand on her back to steady her, and it grounds her.

"You are," Harding says low and doesn't break eye contact, not intimidated by John.

To Winnie's horror, John doubles down. "No, you are, sir." He taps Harding's chest with the back of his hand for good measure, and Winnie holds her breath—everyone does besides the two men locked into a staring contest.

Gale is tense, but he rubs Winnie's back to ease her nerves. She lets out a breath when Harding starts to laugh, John smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. Her stomach aches as she watches him. Harding and the rest of the group depart, but Winnie and Gale stay with John.

She listens silently while Gale and John discuss a weekend pass. Gale turns down John's invitation to join him—she can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of having Gale to herself for two whole days. She bites her lip as she watches Gale walk to Meatball and kiss his head before picking him up. He sways to the music, and Winnie lets herself smile; the scene is too cute.

"I'm telling Marge, Buck!" John quips, and Gale winks at him, but Winnie's smile falls. She thought Gale would have told John about breaking things off with Marge by now—but he hasn't and it puts a bad taste in her mouth. She sips her cola, then kisses John's cheek goodnight and leaves the club.

"Hey, Winnie! Let me walk you to your barrack." Rosie offers with a sweet smile as he makes his way over to her, having walked out just behind her.

"Alright, thank you." She smiles, and they set off towards the women's barracks. She asks about his life back home and is impressed that he was a lawyer who decided to join the war effort. He also asks about her home life, and she tells him her story and John's story—it's always been intertwined like that; John and Winnie Egan are never separate.

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Slow Down (Kieran Tierney)

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Summary: Kieran has been stressed lately, so you take it upon yourself to help him relax. Requested by @masonsreece​

For the past few months, you have watched Kieran deteriorate. The confident, happy man you loved has morphed into someone bitter and snappy. Your Kieran isn't Kieran anymore, but some sort of pale imitation of the man you fell in love with. 

Kieran's lack of playtime weighs heavy on his shoulders. When you're promised to be Arsenal's next captain, how could it not? Being sidelined for someone who is arguably not as good in some areas as himself has knocked his confidence both on and off the pitch. Unfortunately for you, that means Kieran is irritable and cranky when he comes home from training, regardless of how good the session may have been. Today is no different; he's only been gone two hours but the front door slams shut, his keys thud to the wood table in the foyer, shoes flung at the wall instead of being placed on the rack. 

You wait in the kitchen, a little smile on your face even as your heart breaks. You've put effort into your appearance, nothing over the top but making sure you look ready to go out and throwing on one of his favorite outfits. You're determined to pull Kieran out of this funk if it's the last thing you do.

"Welcome home Key," you say, bouncing on your toes as he rounds the corner. You crank up your smile, trying your best to stay positive when Kieran turns his dulled brown eyes up at you. 

"Hi," he mumbles, voice flat and lifeless. He looks you up and down, giving no indication as to how he feels about your carefully selected clothes. "Are you going out? I can order takeout then I guess. Thanks for letting me know."

You try to not let his words sting, aware that he's struggling and doesn't mean to take it out on you. "Actually, correction- we are going out, not just me. I laid an outfit on our bed for you, could you go change baby? It'll be fun!"

Kieran sighs and drags a hand over his stubbled jaw. Normally Kieran likes a clean, close shave but lately he's been letting his facial hair grow for a week or so between shaves. That was your final straw. Because while you personally love the rugged, tough look on him, you know he hates it. He used to complain about how itchy and weird it felt to let it grow, so the fact that it isn't bothering him now like it used to is, quite frankly, somewhat terrifying. 

"I don't wanna go out, love. Thanks for trying though. I'm gonna shower and head to bed." 

Kieran goes to leave, but your hand darts out to grab his wrist. You tug on his arm until finally Kieran gives in, sighing as he turns his body to stand toe to toe with you. He stares at a spot over your shoulder, unable to find the strength to look you in the eye. 

"Sweetheart, it's only two in the afternoon," you say softly. You expected him to resist, but you hadn't expected him to appear quite so put out about the idea of spending time with you. You'd hoped for a smile or at least a momentary glint in his eye, not this. 

"I'm tired," is all Kieran offers in explanation, as if that's all you'll require to let him go. Luckily you're stubborn as a bull; it'll take loads more resistance to put you off your plans. 

"Key," you murmur, "could you please change for me baby? I've got an easy, fun afternoon planned for us." You place your hand on his jaw, thumb stroking over his stubble. "We haven't had a date night in over a month. Could you please do this for me?" 

When Kieran's eyes flash to yours for a split second, you consider it a win. You tip your head slightly, fingers drumming lightly on his cheek. "I guess so… I really do need a shower first though, I didn't do that this morning."

"That's fine, I'll help you." You'll do whatever you can to make this easier on him. You miss his smile, so you have no problem stripping down and ruining your hair to join him in the shower.

Helping Kieran wash up doesn't include anything inherently sexual and yet it's astonishingly more intimate. Kieran bows his head for you to massage shampoo into his scalp, cleaning his short hair and enjoying the familiar scent of his soap. You wash his body with gentle hands, taking your time to ensure he feels truly clean because you know he's not been looking after himself the way he should. You stand up once you've finished rinsing off his calves and Kieran's hand lands on your side for a moment, squeezing your hip in a gesture of thanks. 

Progress, no matter how small, is something to smile about. So you do, your lips curled softly as you dry your boyfriend's body with a fluffy black towel and help him get dressed in a pair of simple track pants and a black tshirt. Once he's set in front of the mirror brushing his teeth, you look after yourself, dressing and quickly styling your damp hair whilst Kieran does his own. While he doesn't do much with it, the fact that he puts in any effort at all is a step in the right direction. 

You smile when he looks at you in the mirror. "Looking beautiful as always Key," you say as you finish up your hair. "I don't think I tell you often enough how pretty you are."

"Not as pretty as you," Kieran murmurs, pushing his hand across the white marble vanity top to touch the side of your hand. It's a gesture that tells you he appreciates what you're doing, even if he can't find the words to say it out loud. 

"Come on, I'll drive." You flip your hand up, palm to the ceiling in an open invitation. You're half surprised when Kieran accepts, his rough hand sliding into yours like the missing piece of your puzzle. Instantly you know that you'll get through this rocky patch together, with the man you love at your side. All Kieran needs is a little reminder that he isn't alone. 

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"A… spa? But I thought we were having a date day." Confusion dances in Kieran's eyes, which you suppose is an improvement over the nothingness that has been lingering in them for weeks. At least this is something. 

"Mhm! I've gotten massages booked for us babe, and before you point out that you can get them at training for free… Yes, that is technically true, but you can't get a couples massage! So come on, we're getting facials too. Trust me, you'll love it."

"I guess, if you say so…" 

Kieran stuffs his hands in his pockets, trailing after you as you head towards check in. You're given warm white robes and directed to a changing room with lockers to store your clothes. You separate and change into the robe, grabbing a pair of slippers off the rack in the room and sliding them on. Kieran is waiting on one of the sofas when you come out, a glass of lemon water in his hand that he sips at. 

"Hey handsome," you murmur, sitting close to him and leaning your head on his shoulder for a brief moment. "How's your spa experience so far? I love these robes, I always say I'm gonna steal one for our house. Aren't they soft?" 

"They are pretty nice. Guess it could be worse here… it smells good at least."

"It's herbal stuff- wait till you smell the green tea mask we're getting, I always wanna eat it!" Kieran's facade cracks to allow a small smile through. Your stomach flips at the return of your favorite of his features. "It doesn't taste good though, don't ask how I know."

Kieran's smile grows, finally showing teeth as he huffs out a bare bones laugh. If you keep this up, you might have your Kieran back by the end of the afternoon- maybe you'll even get a cuddle when you get home. 

Your name is called and you grab Kieran's hand, following your masseuse to a private room. Two beds are set about a foot apart, allowing the pair of you to talk if you want. 

The woman who led you in- Marie is what her nametag says- clasps her hands in front of her chest. "I'll give you a few minutes to get situated. I'll knock before we come in." 

"Perfect, thank you!" You wait for her to leave before you drop your robe to slide under the white sheet, laying face down on your table. Kieran watches you carefully, clearly out of his element. 

"You don't need to totally strip down and get naked. You can keep your boxers on if you want." 

"Okay," Kieran says, reluctantly tugging on the belt keeping his robe in place. Sensing his discomfort, you turn your head away so he doesn't feel like you're watching him. If you had it your way you wouldn't take your eyes off of him, but the entire point of today is to help Kieran relax. 

"It's warm," Kieran notes once he's situated under the sheet with his arms pillowed under his head. You can't help yourself, letting your gaze wander over the curve of his bicep and across the planes of his face. Sometimes you have to stop and smell the roses, and now feels like one of those times. 

You thought you might be jealous if another woman touched Kieran, but watching his eyes close in obvious bliss when his masseuse begins working at his shoulders is well worth it. Kieran's soft sigh comes as his body visibly relaxes, taught muscles going loose as the built up stress drains from his figure. After a few minutes, you stretch your hand out to lay a hand on his arm, needing to connect with him. 

Kieran cracks an eye open, "Maybe you were right. This is amazing." 

"Mmhhmm. When are you gonna learn that I'm always right?" 

Kieran laughs, which morphs into a groan when his masseuse hits the right spot with the flat of her palm. "Fucking hell- oi sorry lass, it slipped… sweetheart this is the best idea you've had in ages, maybe forever. I already feel loads better."

Your grin outshines the sun when Kieran brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles. A soft smile remains stuck on his lips as his eyes close and he fully gives in to the lavender oils and comforting music playing low overhead. His soft snores come moments later, and you share an amused look with his masseuse. 

"You can finish even though he's asleep, he clearly needs it. I'll pay for extra time for the room- I'm not gonna wake him up for a while." 

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem!Reader) Part 4

Kinda short chapter but I wanted to get the last bit of the air show plot done! Lmk what ya’ll think!

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You decided to steer clear of the Navy section of the air show for the rest of the day, instead favoring the helicopter display waaaay on the other side of the base. You drove all the way down here for this event, some stupid pilot wasn’t getting in the way of all that.

The announcer's voice came on, saying that Jake would be taking off shortly for his F18 display. Your heart skipped a beat seeing his jet turn onto the runway on the other side of the base, you didn’t know if it’d be better to stay and watch his display or sneak away and try to drown out the noise (which you can’t, its a fucking jet).

Just then your phone buzzed.

Gabby: Hey! Roo and I are by the landing zone getting ready to watch Hangman, I didn’t see you, everything okay?

You sighed. Why’d she have to be so damn nice.

You: Hey, stuff didn’t really go according to plan with Hangman, think I might just lay low the rest of the day

Gabby: Damn I’m sorry, I’ll talk to the idiot and see if I can knock some sense into him!

You: You really don’t have to, but thank you :)

Gabby: Text me later if you wanna meet up or anything!

Slipping your phone back in your pocket, you B-lined for the recruitment tents. If anything could drown out the noise of an F18, it would be the confidence and unwavering pushiness of a military recruiter.

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Jake’s flight had ended a while ago and there was still no sight of him near the Navy displays. You lingered near the flightline for a few minutes, occasionally glancing around to get a glimpse of anyone you knew. Eventually, once you were probably one turn away from getting whiplash, you caught a group of three flight suits and one woman walking out of the same ready room you and Jake were in earlier. Squinting, you recognized the group as Gabby, Rooster, Phoenix, and of course Jake. Panic set in and you collected yourself before making your escape for the nearest exit.

What you didn’t notice in your head-down retreat were the eyes of Gabby and Jake burning into your back as you scurried away. 

“You’re an idiot Hangman,” Gabby said, smacking him upside the head

“Ow?” Jake questioned

“Next time I will hit you harder” Gabby threatened him, “we clear lieutenant?”

“Clear as day ma’am” he held his hands up in defense

“Now are you gonna go work things out with her or do I have to keep being a middleman like you two are in middle school?

“No, no I’ll go” Jake sighed as he began walking behind you, turning around to flip off Gabby and his squad

—

Taking the shuttle back to your hotel, you quickly hopped into your car and drove off to a spot where you knew you could enjoy the rest of the show alone. Cranking your music up high, you flew down the road, circling the base. Once you got to the other side you drove up a small dirt hill to an old dirt parking lot riddled with tumbleweeds and bullet casings. It wasn’t the most glorious location, and it had deteriorated a lot over the years, but it's where you and your family would watch the Thunderbirds every year so you could miss the crowds…and so the solo jets never got the chance to buzz you.

You hopped out of the car, climbed up the side, and laid on your roof. The desert sun felt so relaxing against your skin, helping you to forget whatever the fuck went down between you and Jake today. Closing your eyes, you just appreciated the feeling of being back home and being alone, taking time to yourself for once. Breathing deeply and trying to relax, you figured you’d just let yourself lay here until you were woken up by the sound of the jets…or by the sound of a truck hastily pulling into the parking lot and stopping right next to you.

You sat up quickly, hoping you weren’t about to get murdered, but then the car door opened and Jake walked around the front, still in his flight suit and aviators.

“Jake you scared the shit out of me” you said, trying to break the ice

“Sorry, I-”

“No actually how the fuck did you find me?” You asked, “Have you been following me, Seresin?”

“Listen, yes,” he looked down, “Gabby knocked some sense into me…literally…and it wouldn’t be right for me to leave like that”

“Jake I’m sorry that I tried to make you jealous with Bradley, but I was just hurt by the way you were acting with those women who talked to you. It made me feel like I was just a number in your book”

Jake walked over, placing his hands on your legs which dangled from the roof of your car.

“Y/n, you could never be just a number”

You ran your hands through his hair, smiling down at him.

“Wanna hop up here flyboy, you don’t wanna miss the show,” you pat the roof of the car next to you.

Jake hopped up and sat as close to you as he could get, wrapping his strong arm around your waist so he could pull you even closer. You turned to face him only to find him already staring at you with those dreamy green eyes.

“I’m sorry I called you immature. You’re not. You’re amazing and all I want is to learn more about you”

“Jake I’m scared how we’re gonna make this work. I’m going back to college-”

Before you could finish the sound of the Thunderbirds taking off interrupted you, drawing both of your attention to the jets in the sky.

“Don’t worry about that now sweetheart, just enjoy the show,” Jake placed a kiss on your forehead and turned back to watch the display.

What you couldn’t see was the absolute panic Jake was feeling under the surface at facing the same question. It was impossible for you to stay together, he knew that, but he’d be damned if he let you go twice in one day before anything really had a chance to get started.

—

“They’re still just as incredible as the first time,” you reminisced to yourself, watching the last jet land on the runway. Cozying up into Jake’s side you rested your head on his chest, looking down to avoid his gaze, to avoid addressing the elephant in the room.

“Y/n, honey, I know that this is gonna be difficult, but what if we tried to make things work?”

“How? I’m a state away, like a 20 hour drive from you-”

“Or a 3 hour flight,” Jake remarked, allowing you to break the tension with a chuckle.

You looked up at him, staring into his gorgeous green eyes, taking all of him in. Shifting so you were facing him sitting on your knees in between his legs, you grabbed his face and brought him in for a deep kiss. His tongue worked with yours in slow, passionate movements as his hands roamed your back and your hair. As a tear slipped down your cheek, you pulled away and looked each other in the eyes, worry flooding his at the sight of you crying.

“Hey, hey, honey,” he wiped your tear away, “what is it?”

“Just enjoying this for the last time,” you croaked out, letting your hands fall from where they were resting on his shoulders, moving them to wipe the tears that were now free flowing from your eyes.

“Y/n,” Jake pleaded, rubbing his big hands up and down your arms, “come on don’t you want to give us a try?”

“Jake I do, I do so bad. But it's just not gonna work. It's not possible. I’m in college and you’re a gorgeous pilot, we’re not gonna be able to see each other, and I just think,” you paused, allowing yourself to let out a sob before continuing,”...I just think it’d be better if we ended things now before it hurts any more.”

“It hurts like hell y/n,” Jake sighed, avoiding your eyes, “but if that’s what you want, then it's what I want too”

You cupped his cheek with your hand and brought it up to face you, his eyes threatening to form tears of his own.

“I’m so sorry,” you squeaked out as you threw yourself onto him in a hug, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer with each breath. You ran your hands through his hair as he rubbed your back, neither of you threatening to move, both of you just enjoying being in each other's embrace.

Once you pulled away from each other after what felt like eternity, Jake hopped off your roof and began walking back to his truck, pausing briefly to turn around and take a last look at you.

“Y/n,”

“Jake”

“Thank you…for making this a trip to remember”

“Likewise flyboy”

And with that, Jake was driving down the run-down road back to base, and as far as you knew, that would be the last time you’d experience the love of Jake Seresin.

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[yayforocs]

CD #3

Whirrrrrrrrrr…

A throat clears, and for a minute, the only sound is the soft whirring noise of a crank being turned.

Eventually, though, there’s a breath in, then out, and then a voice.

“So I think I learned what a ‘supernatural thriller’ is today, heh…” There is no smile in the laugh. There’s a noise of uncertainty. “I- So- It’s-” A sigh. “From the beginning, yeah…”

“When we went to the world for today, Zeta- that's Shantil, she prefers to go by her last name- had told us that it was going to be a ‘supernatural thriller’, which now I think means ‘scary magic’, essentially. With ghosts. It was… It was a uh…. I forget what it was called, but it was- we started out in this room covered in posters, an’ then this train showed up, which is like this big machine used to transport a buncha people at once, an’ then suddenly we were on it, like I blinked and then suddenly Voltage was in my face tryna shake me, so I guess I- well, Mask, too, he went to her after I responded, so I guess something happened to us an’ we blacked out? But when we woke up, we were on the train, which I didn’t learn was even called a train ‘til later, but-”

“Anyway, there were a buncha different rooms in the train, an’ each of ‘em were themed to a ghost that had died on it- like one was pink an’ the ghost- Nikola? I think? Was like magically writin’ all over the walls an’ stuff, and there was another one that was a yellow maze, an’ another had this paper sculpture in it, an’ one- well, we went into it once, an’ it was all black an’ had what I guess was the last one in it- but it wasn’t a human ghost anymore. It was this black monster thing with red eyes an’ it kept popping up an’ chasin’ us all over the train as we teleported from room to room. It didn’t start once we got in the room, though, it was goin’ way before we ever found it. Voltage had had a run-in with it before he woke me an’ Mask up, so we were running pretty much from the start of it.”

“We had to figure out a buncha clues and get everyone’s name so we could- right, yeah, yeah, because it um- the monster thing would take memories. It’d completely wiped the other ghosts on the train, they couldn’t even remember their names, we had to like. Give ‘em back to ‘em. An’ then when we figured out the last name- or- really, that the last name left had to be the name of the monster, because it was a human once too- we were able to team up with one of the ghosts- the purple one, I… I don’t remember what her name was, but she knew spells an’ stuff, an’ we were able to team up with her an’ get rid of the monster- and…”

“Um.”

“I- I wasn’t thinking, it was stupid, she’d said she could summon it or whatever so I thought it’d appear in the circle, the- the magic circle thing, an’ didn’t think about it coming through one of the doors, an’-”

“I’d- so- it-”

There’s a long breath in, and a long breath out.

“I put myself on the other side of ‘em, b’cause they were gonna try to hold it off if it didn’t work, and honestly I can’t do magic, I don’t have magic, so I thought I’d put myself where I could do what I’d done last time we ran into it there an’ just be ready to throw my dagger at it an’ run so I could distract it for ‘em, an’-”

“I mean, I- I guess I did- be a distraction, I just- didn’t think it’d come from behind me, is all. Don’t even know what it took, just that it took something, an’ it’s driving me nuts. I feel like I remember everything, but that’s just ‘cause I don’t know what I’m missing, and I know I’m missing something.”

“I think I’m gonna go home tonight. See if I can figure it out. An’… Honestly, I’ve… kinda been avoiding goin’ back, b’cause like- What do I even say to them? Would they believe me? I-I mean, I guess Kale an’ Kid have prob’ly dealt with weirder things, considering – the- god- thing- an’ they both just kinda seem- weirdly knowledgeable about a lotta things, honestly- but Tab would- …Or, well, no, I- I guess she might, since she had like- talked about dimensions and stuff. So. Mm. But they’re gonna be so- I don’t think they’d want me to go back. But I dunno if I even wanna come back after that. If- if there’s stuff like that here, then- am- I’m still gonna remember them after a couple months, right? Years? How long is- I mean, the other party’s been here for twenty an’ they’re still goin’ strong, so- it- it could be a while, right? If stuff like that is here, that could- that could really change a person that drastically- would- would I still be the same?Or- if that was just a- a one-time thing, like… I mean, it- it prob’ly was. It was just in that- world, or- whatever.”

A sigh.

“Or maybe I just- won’t say anything ‘til I know what to say, an’ just… be home. That… sounds kinda nice, actually. I- I think I’ll do that. I’ll just be home. An’ if they ask, I’ll just- figure it out, I guess.”

The whirring slows, and then stops.

---------------------------------------

Aron blinked, and realized she was- she was in her room. Her room- and Tab’s, of course. Sitting at the desk, blueprints laid out- though the wings were still strapped to her back. She stood and took them off, as well as her bag, and put them in their corner where she usually stored them. Didn’t make sense for her to be wearing them while she was just looking over the blueprints, and the longer she could last without questions asked, the better. She just knew they’d not be happy with her running off by herself- though she was with a group so she wasn’t exactly by herself- and not want her to be in the extra danger that she was clearly putting herself in. She’d lost a memory, after all, and the back of her neck still hurt from where the thing grabbed her like that. She didn’t know if it’d left a mark- oh gods, she hoped it didn’t. She’d noticed a bruise around Voltage’s neck… was that from his run-in? Did she have one, too?

She reached up and lightly touched her neck, then less lightly as she realized that yeah, while it still hurt, it didn’t feel bruised. Maybe because she’d been dropped so quickly. Her sigh of relief let her hand and shoulders fall back down.

She looked around the room.

Right-!

She looked around the room.

[My bed] [.91m] [Tab’s bed] [.92m] [Black oak door] [1.22m] [Retractable paraglider wings] [.61m] [Note: A gift from Something Owner, whatever that means]

Good. It did work, it was just- something weird with the universe, she guessed.

But it did seem that she was the only one here currently, and she was antsy about it. Aron needed to see someone- anyone would do, just- after that, and not knowing what she forgot- gods, she hoped she still remembered who all her friends-

There was a knock at the door.

"Aron?"

She whirled to face it, and had to force herself to not rush to the door and to not rip it open- after all, her coming to the door to answer would be an oddity in and of itself, considering who'd called out to her, but she couldn't not, not now.

She opened the door to see Kid.

And she grinned.

[zombiieiinfestatiion]

Speeding down the street, Henry and Patrick couldn't wipe the smiles off their faces as they belted out the lyrics to whatever songs came on the radio between them, cranking the volume up as high as could go without making their eardrums bleed. Passersby could be seen shouting their way for them to slow down and cut the noise, but they couldn't care less what anyone else wanted. 

Both of the boys were too caught up in the moment, living in the here and now until they'd laughed themselves blue in the face. It was funny, humorous even, putting themselves in clear danger considering the consequences if they were to skid to the side the wrong way or get even a single dent on their pal Belch's precious Trans Am. 

See, they'd convinced him to let them borrow it for the day, which had taken a lot of promise from Henry to not be reckless despite knowing it was a bonafide lie the second it left his mouth. But nonetheless, here they were, driving ludicrous speeds all for the thrill of it.

Perks of being a boy with a driver's license whose dad was well known in the small town force. Nobody in that station had the guts to pull Henry Bowers over unless it was Butch himself, and that dirty pig was passed out cold back at home, so anything was free game today.

Patrick could be heard cheering Henry on as he passed up stop lights and cut corners on the turns, all masterfully mind you. They were near Nascar worthy, at least in their minds.

Music blared out the rolled down windows, drowning out the screeching of rubber on the road, be it asphalt, concrete, or gravel. Even the back road dirt wasn't safe from their hungry tires, revving up for more with every gear shift.

Neither were buckled up, making it effortless for Henry to grab Patrick by the collar and attack his lips until he grew tired and pushed him away. 

A good tease, the latter would call it, enjoying how the adrenaline rush always led to fun little adventures like these ones.

Now, the two were navigating their way through slight traffic, bobbing and weaving with perfect ease until they were sailing past a tiresome build up, singing along with some rock ballad that Henry seemed to especially like, what with the way he put a little more flair into his bursts of the song.

It seemed to grab Hockstetter's attention, who had just been having fun mumbling the words, but after hearing the interesting vocal range of his partner in crime, he had to admit, he was completely enthralled by the sound. His lips turned up into a grin, eyes narrow and glued on the blond as he sang, finding it near precious with how hard he was getting into it. Closing his eyes despite driving, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, moving his head and body. It was, well, a musical wonder.

When the song ended, things went quiet for a moment as they then almost hit a curve, but swerved just the right amount in order to miss it. 

"Close call." Henry jokes, taking a peek over at the other boy, who was giving him those damn 'lovey-dovey' eyes for like the nth time today. Maybe if they were from a cute girl or something he wouldn't mind, but coming from Patrick, it was freaky. "Fuck's wrong with ya, Patty?"

Ooh, he only called Patrick that when he was in a good mood. This was nice.

"Nothin' wrong here, doll." The raven swoons softly, raising his brow just a bit as he smiles with teeth. "Jus' didn't know ya could sing."

Immediately, Henry feels his face go red, hands gripping the wheel as he slams on the brakes, sending them screeching to a halt.

"Don't you dare fuckin' tell anyone." He hisses the words with venom behind them as he snaps his head to the right, pretty blue eyes blazing as they bore into Hockstetter's own.

Patrick then tries to speak,

"H—"

only to get cut off.

"I'll kill you, Hockstetter."

The taller scoffs in amusement, voice heightening, out of his control.

"I wasn't gonna tell! Geez!" 

"Ya better not."

"I won't, Hank! Honest!" He can't seem to stop laughing as he speaks, absolutely adoring Bowers' reaction to this all. "It's real nice, that's all."

"I said shut up!" Henry throws out a hand and grabs the collar of Patrick's shirt, yanking him forward as if he was going in for a kiss, but instead he just glares until he feels it's okay to let go.

He then takes hold of the wheel again and starts the car back up, shaking off a sudden wave of nerves.

"Could ya stop starin'?!" He shouts, huffing as he literally begins to pout so Patrick will do as he says. For some reason that always worked on the damn freak.

"My bad." Patrick giggles, averting his eyes as was asked of him. "You're jus' too much for me, Bowers."

Henry doesn't answer, starting off towards Hockstetter's house so he could drop the gaywad off and do away with him. Maybe he should return Belch's car too and call it a day. He wasn't feeling too well anymore, face burning hot from what he could only guess were butterflies. 

Gross.

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 26: Filming Beasts.

  Cameras were filming Nora outside the front door of the Shack. She fixed her hair before they started filming. The black haired female clears her throat. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, for years, audiences across the universe have been desperate for a glimpse into the creative process of Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem.” said Nora with a big smile on her face. 

“And today, for the first time ever, I give you what…” she started to add before the camera men moved past her and opened the front door. “Oh! Oh. You’re just going right in. Okay.” said the Label Lady. 

The cameras turn to the band and Moog who were on the couch. Teeth was playing a harmonica as he sat on a dark lime green chair. Floyd and Jancie were on the couch with their instruments. Zoot was behind the two. Lips was sitting in a chair in front of one of the cameras.  Moog look over to see cameras and has a look of confusion on his face. 

Nora runs in, a bit panicked or maybe very happy. “Okay, okay. You may be wondering why a film crew is descending upon your sacred space.” she said. 

“No, I’m not sure. We should start the chorus in G.” said Dr. Teeth. 

“Well, let’s try it in J” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“I figured that you’re finally cranking out songs. We could capture the magic of The Mayhem in an epic rockumentary, huh?” replied the black haired female. 

“Who’s gonna play me?” asked Zoot. 

“You. Yeah, you play you. That’s the best part” replied Nora. 

“All you guys gotta do is bring the love and magic that is the Electric Mayhem” she added. 

“The world needs more love, especially right now” said Label Lady. The mayhem were playing a small beat to a song. 

“And even JJ agrees that this band is pure love.” the black haired female added. Animal stops and him and Moog both look at each other in shock. 

“Wait. I’m sorry, did you say J…” the black haired male started to say. Suddenly JJ comes through the front door. 

“Oh, what’s up, my homies? Whoa, easy” said JJ with a big smile on his face. Animal grunts as he throw something at the guy but JJ ducks. 

“Bad!” yelled the drummer with a growl.

“Whoa!” said the male. 

“Animal, bud, look at me, okay? JJ good, not bad” said Nora. 

“Yeah, yeah, JJ cool, Jj friend” added JJ. 

“Friend?” asked the wild man. 

“Yeah, um, I, too, am confused. Is JJ helping us now?” asked Moog. 

“Actually, after he bought us more time with Penny, we decided to grab a coffee and…” she started to say. 

“Wait, like a date?” asked the black haired male. 

“What?” asked the black haired female. 

“Nothing,” he replied. Why did he say that!

“Back in the day, we’d have these big brainstorming sessions, and seems like we should picked up right where we left off.” replied Nora. 

“And boom! We had a great idea” added JJ with a smirk. 

“Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem get immortalized by having their own rock and roll documentary. Just like The Beatles did with…” The male said before the growls of a angry drummer cut him off. 

Animal try to attack him but Moog stops him. “Get back!” yelled JJ in fear. 

“Okay” said the black haired male as he tried to calm the drummer down.  

“Get back is the name of the Beatles doc, and it’s a smash. And, guess what?” said JJ. 

“We’ve locked in an all-star director to help us get going.” he added. 

Suddenly a guy came running in. “Did someone say one-star director?” he asked. 

“Everyone, meet Kevin Smith. Okay” said Label Lady with a smile on her face. 

“Director of Clerks, Clerks II.” she added. 

“Clerks III” replied JJ. 

“Before you say anything, just know that he’s done so much more than foul-mouthed comedies,” said Nora. 

“I mean he’s made action movies, horror, political satire…” the black haired female started to say. 

“And whatever Yoga Hosers was.” replied the good doctor with a chuckle. 

“Oh, wow, burn” replied Janice. 

“Dr. Teeth, you still got the bite. Man, I have missed all of you so much” replied Kevin Smith with a smile on his face. 

“Brosci!” said Animal with a laugh as he run up to the male. 

“Ahh! Get in here” he replied as they hugged each other. 

“Brosci” said the drummer happily. 

“Of course, you guys know each other” said the black haired female in shock and with some joy in her voice. 

“Yeah, he’s our Bro Pesci, our Broey Ramone, our Broseph Gordon-Levitt. We go way back” replied Floyd as he stood up from the couch. 

“Oh yeah, you wouldn’t wanna meet me back in the old days.” replied Smith. 

“I was a real square from Jersey until I met the Mayhem” he added. 

“Ooh, for sure,” replied the blonde female. 

“Now, after a lifetime of making critically panned R-rated movies, I’m finally ready to embrace family-friendly entertainment,” said Kevin. 

“I wanna make a film about all the joy and love brought into this world by my favorite band,” he added. 

“The Commodores,” replied Zoot. 

“Not the Commodores. I’m talking about The Mayhem!” replied Kevin Smith. 

“You guys!” he said with a smile on his face. 

“All right,” replied Floyd Pepper. 

“Now, listen to me very carefully.” replied Kevin. “You see this camera?” he said as he pointed to a camera. 

“Yeah,” the mayhem replied. 

“Okay. Do not look into this camera” Smith replied. 

“No, no, no, no, no” replied the band. 

“Yeah, I want you to act naturally,” replied Kevin Smith. “That’s the key, okay? We’ll go for one, here we go” he added. 

“Just gonna act natural,” said Floyd. 

“And, action,” said Smith. The band quickly looked dead into the camera. 

[oddcryptidwrites]

Knight of Dawn, Chapter 8 [Not Your Typical Fairytale]

TW: Transphobia

The meeting lasted much longer than expected. It was 6:30 pm, before anyone could escape. Piers’ shirt was soaked through with sweat. As they stepped into the hallway, they took off their jacket and slung it over their shoulder. The cool air was more than welcome after the stuffy environment of the conference room.

They stood at the door and shook hands with everyone else left. At last, Grady came walking out, alone.

“Why’d you wait?” She asked them, and they matched pace with her, walking towards the main part of the Palace.

“I don’t want to walk alone.” 

“Well you’re going to have to. I got a meeting tonight with Benj, Sei, Gavin, and the miraculously appearing Lopez tonight for dinner. We’re going over everything you said. I’m so excited.” She drawled, rolling her eyes, “Please save me. Dad’s gonna ask me so many questions about that meeting and in all honesty I wasn’t paying attention for the majority of it.”

“Good luck then. I’ll see you tonight.”

With a mock salute, the duo split up, heading towards what they needed to do. As soon as Piers was on their floor, alone, they tugged off their sweaty clothes, tossing them in the hamper. Their dinner outfit was practically the exact same, but they traded their white shirt for a black one, so they wouldn’t stain it by accidentally spilling soup. They changed in record time, making sure they looked presentable and even putting in the effort to gel their hair back a little. They wiped the sweat from where their mask had been, and found a new gray one which wouldn’t get in the way while they ate, even if it did expose a little bit of the scarring on their face.

Then, Piers got distracted and finished the chess game with Constance they’d left halfway done. (They won, even with the AI setting cranked to the maximum difficulty.)

When Piers finally arrived downstairs for dinner, without their better half at their side, they found themself fashionably late, as always…but not too late. Pausing in the doorway, they scanned the crowded parlor room, taking notes on everyone who’d shown up for dinner.

President Kritzer from South Carolina. New Orleans Parish Commissioner Broussard and Baton Rouge Parish Commissioner Afar, but not their Queen, who hadn’t even come, as predicted. One notable face was missing from the room, which disappointed them; President Dubois was nowhere to be seen. 

Across the room, Piers spotted the man with ginger hair, the one who Grady had been sitting with. He was the only secretary or bodyguard or whatever he was present. Stepping further into the room, they pulled their jacket closer around them, as bodies pressed against them. They tried to blend in and not disturb anyone as they worked their way through the crowd, to where the man stood in the far corner.

“Hello! I don’t recognize you from the table earlier today.” 

He looked up from the floor at Piers, the slightly shocked look on his face morphing to more obvious discomfort.

“Your Majesty.” He gave a tight lipped smile, “I’m Sec. Darcey Olson. Dubois has a horrible migraine at the moment, so I’m filling in for him. He said you’d probably be looking for him, and he’s still willing to speak after dinner.” Piers offered him a hand to shake, and he did so, but not without a little hesitation. They already knew exactly who he was but, they just had to check- 

“Your last name, Olson.. any relation to Marcie?”

“She’s my older sister. We haven’t spoken in a while. I don’t know how we have the same parents.” 

“Marcie can be a bit…bossy.”

He eased, uncrossing his arms a little bit, “She’s been like that since before I can remember. We have a decent age gap between us, so we didn’t grow close as kids. Marcie seems to have forcibly made Hansel and Gretel do sibling bonding.”

“Hey! I see you’ve met Piers.” Councilor Johnson came up behind Piers, knocking playfully into their shoulder, before greeting Darcey with a joking military salute.

Darcey laughed, “Yeah. It’s strange.” 

What the hell do you mean strange?

Johnson and Darcey began to chat, and Piers zoned out, listening to a conversation behind them between Councilors Mason and Miles. They angled themself just a little bit so they could see the edge of Mason’s face as she spoke.

“...a threat. We all saw the video, with the effigy. With Adele gone, they think the monarchy and by extension the government is weak. We’re all doomed if Jillian Piers can’t stop being so fucking wishy-washy and take an actual stance and do something. We’ll be better off throwing her to the wolves and letting the monarchy end.” Mason whispered, but she was definitely being a little loud on purpose.

Miles scoffed a little, keeping their voice low, “Fantasia, please. That kid is our only chance. If Piers dies, we’re all doomed. We gain more from keeping them around. Adele abdicated. Piers is Monarch. It’s a new era, and I honestly think they’re gonna do better than most of us give them credit for. I’m gonna make the best of it, and retire comfortably in a few years…

Damn. they’d never heard Miles say anything good about them. Ever.

“For fucks sake Shanna, Adele’s dead. You don’t have to suck the ‘queen’s’ dick anymore-”

Piers whipped around, but Miles was already down Mason’s throat, raising her voice. “I may let you slide misgendering me, but the moment you imply Adele was not a woman, I will say something. She may have been a bitch, and I may not have liked her, but at least I respected her.”

The surrounding people, including Piers, were shocked into silence. Councilor Mason rolled her eyes with a huff, and stormed off into the crowd. The paused conversations resumed.

“I didn’t think you’d do that.” was the first thing Piers could think to say to Miles. 

She stiffened a little, as if she was going to make a rude comment, before letting out a long sigh. “It’s…You understand. I’ll stand up for others before I stand up for myself. I’ve only ever presented as female while serving in government positions, and Mason still makes purposefully transphobic comments.” 

Piers nodded, “I appreciate it. And if Mason ever gives you issues, please let me know.”

“Thank you.” Miles actually smiled at them, before changing the topic, “I guess it’s time to let everyone in. Marcie’s daughter told me it should be ready at 8:15 and it’s 8:20 now.”

“I’ll help you with the doors then.” 

Piers and Miles squeezed through the crowd, to the doors leading to the formal dining room. In sync, they opened the doors, and a gust of cool air blew into the parlor. Like cattle, the crowd followed the herd through the doors, flooding into the dining room. They took their places at the long table, their spots assigned with tiny nametags. Piers gestured for Miles to head to the table, and she thanked them, before letting the heavy door fall shut behind her.

The room’s loud chatter died down as Piers approached the table, standing behind their seat like everyone else. Once again, they sat at the head. Every set of eyes were latched upon them, waiting.

“My esteemed guests, I’d like to thank you for joining me these few days in celebration. Yesterday marked the beginning of a new era for this state. You’ve heard me talk enough earlier today, so with no further adieu, let’s eat.”

Piers took their seat between Councilor Johnson and Councilor Sidney. Chairs scraped and voices rang as everyone took their own seats, ordering food and chatting with old friends and new enemies. Waiters came and went, taking orders, pouring drinks, delivering plates, and clearing the table. Guests ordered whatever they wanted off the digital menu, as many servings as they wanted. The table stayed full of plates and drinks.

Councilor Sidney ordered four large bowls of the vegan corn chowder right off the bat. Gretel was the one to deliver their food, and she put a hand on their back, whispering something in their ear. Sidney flushed red. 

Prime Minister Cohen got a platter of roast beef dropped in her lap, and she profusely apologized to the poor waitress, instead of the other way around.

Councilor Miles went through three glasses of sweet tea, before one of the waiters just brought her a whole pitcher, which she finished off in record time.

Darcey played with his food and separated it into piles, but he seemed too nervous to eat anything. He excused himself from the table after a few moments, his face green.

Councilor Mason stirred the pot, towards the end of the table, starting arguments for no reason other than to start them.

Gretel tapped Piers’ shoulder as she sat a steak in front of them, accompanied by roasted asparagus.  

“Watch your food.” She warned, and they thanked her. Piers nudged the asparagus to the side with their fork, then cut up the steak. It was so raw it still bled (perfect), and they grabbed a roll from one of the baskets, soaking up the juice.

Piers didn’t want to look like a heathen, but they were starving. They could eat anything and everything put in front of them. 

Well, unless it was green beans. 

They hated green beans. 

And they didn’t eat shellfish either, because that would send them to the emergency room.

As dinner dragged on, and the alcohol started to flow for real, tongues finally began to loosen.  People tended to talk a little bit more, and spill their secrets. King Chastain had a new mistress. Tennessee’s lieutenant governor had been found killed, a shotgun blast to the head. Louisiana was beginning preparations to remove Queen Consort Gauthier from power, due to her excessive absence. President Dubois supposedly got married.

“President Dubois got married?” Piers whispered to Councilor Johnson, who shrugged, before speaking down the table a little bit.

“Hey Darcey, did Dubois get married? That news didn’t make it up here?” He sounded shocked. 

Darcey choked a little on whatever he was eating, and took a long sip of his wine, before he finally spoke. “Uhhh…yeah, after his last election. He and his partner are both pretty quiet about it, to protect the both of them…plus his partner is just as shy as he is.”

“Is he really shy, or does he have something to hide? That guy ain’t normal. I met him years back and he’s fucking weird.” Councilor Miles drawled as she leaned back in her chair, saying almost exactly what was on Piers’ mind.

Collective sounds of agreement sounded from around the table; it seemed like Piers wasn’t alone in their curiosity. Darcey’s hands shook so bad, he almost dropped his glass.

“H-He’s just…he has issues, with people…”

“That’s why he’s not here? Does he actually go to anything? Or did he make you come to dinner because he’s too good to eat with the other leaders? He’s been invading half our borders.” Councilor Miles continued, going a little past teasing as she leaned on the table. Darcey sunk into his chair, face bright red. Piers wasn’t sure how much more they’d be able to stand themself, from the second-hand embarrassment.

“Shanna, that's enough.” Councilor Johnson intervened, thumping his fist on the wooden table to get her attention. She slid back down into her seat, muttering curses at him, and the room awkwardly went back to talking. Darcey excused himself from the table for the fourth time that night, but this time, he didn’t come back.

Once most had finished dessert, and a few more people had started to leave, Gretel slipped a piece of foil-wrapped cake into their hands. “My uncle wants you to take this to Dubois. Apparently, the cake is Dubois’ favorite and he’s already waiting in the Rooftop for you. I’ve got this from here.”

Piers thanked her, again, before standing and addressing the group one last time, telling them to enjoy themselves and that they were retiring for the night. A chorus of faint goodbyes wished them farewell as they left, slipping out of the dining room and into the Palace. Moonlight streamed through the large windows to their right, which overlooked ATLZoS. It was dark, but the city was visibly alive. Spitting in the face of an apocalypse of the undead, it was alive. 

The halls were eerily quiet as they approached the center of the Palace, heading towards the main elevators. This dark didn’t scare them, like the Lab. This was home. These were the halls they’d slid down in socks since they were young, and the same halls they’d probably die in.

Seconds after they pressed the button for the elevator, the doors opened. Piers stepped in, hesitating for a second, before bumping their wrist against the scanner and selecting the top floor. The Rooftop was a common room, just for the Royal Family and their most favored guests. It was a strange choice, in Piers’ opinion. They paced back and forth as the digital numbers ticked up.

When it stopped, they readied themself once more, shoulders back, head tilted up, feet firm on the ground.

Nothing was going to go wrong. Piers was going to make sure of it.

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[the-firebird69]

CWE | The Great Khali Driving Bike

It's not a bad bike. It's just small. It's like a 650. AndIt's not a bad bike. It's just small. It's like a 650. And on our friend here, it would look normal sized and not too small. OK, looks really ridiculous. And what he's saying is, he wants to see a giant on a Harley Davidson. And I know what he's saying. And this is very dangerous. And the guys are fighting over something, and they're not really sure what it is. And they gotten a lot of trouble. for the fight and for making it broadcast. And someone is having them do it, and they're targeting them. And they are saying to ruin the writing mechanism or vehicle. I'm saying this is not him. It's not me. He says he said, we know it's not. We're trying to figure out something Who the hell's saying that? It says it's on the big show's face when he's doing the number. and he said it's in a painting or something. So the big show looked and didn't tell anyone That's what happens. It's like a black hole. Those who are sitting on almost everything and he get out of there and this guy won't stop talking and he's like he's on crank. and it's a show. But really it's now getting tiring. and they're kind of stupid They missed the whole thing and now they're going in and they're amazed. And yeah. there's gonna be some fireworks. And if this thing there's gonna be some fireworks. And if this thing is real, this is gonna be an unstoppable movement. I mean, the Giants know what they're asking for. that's for sure. But they've been beaten the past. and they are up in Saturn. But I do see how it is. They did a really good job.

the great Khali

and we did a bit lol ahhaah had to lol him toois a baby giant lol ahahah  n no no hahh not nephalim ahahh shit ok kid.  we call them  youths. and your one. and ok ahahah  a child damnit ok wow.  and huge.  this sucks your not me you idiot and tke it back and ok you die then.  your legs are wy too long and happens to your clan

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Olympus

ahhah He said, I'm really cool, and he hopes to get some money today, or someday, he said, so he could buy me a brand new CV 500.. And, yeah, that's worse, but, you know, he knows about Harley Davidson. They have some big ones, and they're still not big enough, but they. probably are heavy enough. And I have to reinforce them. For Christ sake, make a frame that works. Everyone else does. Jesus Christ. the frame on Jesus's kids did not work. So it could be them. It could be Mac proper.

kli

[causenessus]

hi ness!! how are u doing <3 i feel like we havent been able to like talk talk in a while 😭 im soooo happy its a weekend! i hope you're getting lots of rest today!! i unfortunately got pulled into watching a movie with some friends ughwhwhsh BUT!! IT WAS CORALINE SO IM NOT COMPLAINING I LOVED THE MOVIE HATED THE GATHERING

IM GONNA GIVE U A RUNDOWN ON ONE OF THESE PEOPLE. so basically!! ive been friends w her since 7th grade, and since then the dynamic in our friendship has shifted a bunch bc we've moved from friend group to friend group and whatnot so our friendship has changed over time.. and we dont even go to the same hs now so theres that too 😭 and she plays the victim card on me a bunch whenever i talk to her about something she's doing that bothers me like omf. really particular about what she wants and throws fits when she doesnt get it so its always lovely going out w her!! shes done a bunch to me but im NOT getting into that or this will be the longest thing ive ever sent you😓 also not the most pleasant thing to be reading so ill keep it to myself LMAOAOAO

BUT ANYWAY I BOUGHT THE MOVIE TICKETS FOR ME AND THE REST OF THE GROUP AND ALL WAS WELL and i told em i wanted to have middle seat bc my eyes are god awful so i told them i was gonna sit there THE NIGHT BEFORE‼️‼️‼️ but then when we got to the theater i put down my stuff and headed to the bathroom... and when i came back she was staring at my chair and was like "can i sit there?" LIKE HAVENT WE DISCUSSED THIS PLEASE I NEED THIS CHAIR IM PARTIALLY BLIND but i moved bc i didnt wanna look like i was bitching about it in front of my other friend so like ugjejsjalxnz cool!!! but the movie was good ofc i live laugh love coraline omg

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DAYY!! what have you been up to?? IM SORRY i literally never ask and i feel like i only just now realized 😭 please excuse me for that

HELLO SAV!!! AA I MISSED YOU TODAY </3 i'm so happy it's the weekend too!! when i tell you 😭 i was like doing things around the house just now and i was thinking about how tired i was and couldn't remember what day it was and then i was like "OH THANK GOD TOMORROW IS SUNDAY" bc like!! one more day before we have to go back to suffering 😔😔 i hope your weekend has been good though!! and it's so good to hear from you <33 AND I TOTALLY GET HATING THE GATHERING LMAOOO I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A MOVIE NIGHT WITH MY FRIENDS ON FRIDAY BUT LUCKILY IT GOT CANCELLED <3 AND AT LEAST U WATCHED CORALINE!! i love coraline so so much <3

PLEASE?? THE FRIEND YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT?? if u ever need to rant about this friend i will totally listen!! and she sounds like she sucks lowkey 😭 MAYBE HIGHKEY i just don't want to be rude but like!!! i'm glad you guys don't go to the same high school anymore bc she does not sound like a pleasure to be around!! and i hope maybe you can stop hanging out with her if possible?? esp if you guys have moved through multiple friend groups together...well maybe it's time for you guys to split 😃😃 (I HOPE THAT'S OKAY TO SAY I'M SORRY SHE JUST DOES NOT SOUND NICE </3 PEOPLE WHO VICTIMIZE THEMSELVES ARE ALWAYS SO DRAINING AND TIRING and esp if she's just not fixing anything you're talking to her about!! that's not good!! so i will totally listen if you ever want to talk about it!!)

ALSO ESPECIALLY?????? IF YOU PAID FOR ALL OF YOUR GUYS' TICKETS???????? YOU SHOULD DEF HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE WHERE YOU SIT OMG PLUS YOU DISCUSSED IT THE DAY BEFORE PLUS YOU HAD A LITERAL REASON TO SIT THERE?? get this girl out i'm sorry but nvm she sounds like she HIGHKEY SUCKS and if i was there with u i totally would have supported you!! i'm glad the movie was good <3 and it's so cool that they were playing it again in theatres!!

and my day was okay!! definitely never worry about asking about mine or anything 😭 i really don't care bc i never have anything interesting going on in my life!! i love to hear from you though so tell me whatever you want!! i just worked after cranking out tonics intros and it was SUPER busy ughh like the moment i was off the clock i was RUNNING OUT THE DOOR. LITERALLY. I RAN THROUGH THE PARKING LOT PRACTICALLY SOBBING IN RELIEF THAT I WAS DONE but that's about all!! i hope you had a good day and that you're taking care of yourself sav <33

[javierpena-inatacvest]

i miss our menace couple 😫😫😫 and while we waited for new chapter i wanted to ask you 4, 10, 12 from the games! 🥰

Hi non!! I know, I’m so sorry, the timeframe between Halloween and Thanksgiving is always crazy at school between testing and Parent Teacher Conferences so ya girl has been gassed and writing has been on the back burner for a hot sec 😭 I have no plans today so I am hoping to crank out a lot of chapter 17 today!!!

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Oh god… this is SO hard…. Dialogue is my FAVORITE thing to write so I’m choosing more than one 😩

I love from chapter 2 when Javi is going to drive Osita back to her apartment after she’s hurt and is joking that he’s gonna kidnap her

“Just gotta get the keys from my pops and then I’ll be right back.”

“What if I try to make a break for it?”

“It won’t take me long to catch you.”

“Touché.”

In chapter 7 when Osita wakes up Javi by taking care of him but won’t let him go down on her until he gets ready for work bc she knows this man is hungry as hell

“You are not making this any easier on me!” You jokingly shoved him. “You and I both know that if you don’t eat, the rumbling in your stomach is loud enough to set off seismic wave detectors for an earthquake, and while I am flattered by your offer, I don’t think my pussy has enough nutritional value to get you through lunch time without eating.”

Anything with Steve is some of my favorite dialogue to write so I love in chapter 10 when he catches Javi and Osita at his birthday 😂

Whatever ya say man. Hey listen, all the girls are cashed out in the car so we’re gonna hit the road. I just wanted to say it was so good to see you, Peña. The two of you need to come by sometime now that we’re close. I know I’ve given you a lot of shit over the years, but I mean it when I say I’m really fucking happy for you. Happy birthday, ya grumpy old bastard.” Steve pulled in Javi for a hug, giving him one last pat on the back before pulling away. “And Jav?”

“Yeah, Murph?”

“Your fly’s undone.”

Idk non, I could write Dialoge for days it is my favorite part of writing 🤪

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Okay so Javi is my favorite Pedro character bc I believe in my heart of hearts that this man is actually such a big softie, and loves and cares so deeply for the people around him. After Season 3 especially, I feel like you can tell how much he wishes he could have had a more “normal” life, and had to give up some of the things, like a family, that he’s always wanted but he feels like he’ll never get, let alone deserve. Osita is kind of in the same boat after her relationship with Paul and isn’t really quite sure what to do after her life has felt like it’s fallen apart too. I also love the “I didn’t know how much I needed you until I had you” trope and was perfect for these two because they both love and care about each other so deeply and weren’t sure if they’d ever find the kind of love they have for each other 🥺💕

12: What do you like least about this fic?

That at some point, it has to end 😩 No idk, I think that the fact that I tend to write long ass chapters has been hard for me, like I love the way they turn out, but I also am a huge people pleaser so I put a lot of pressure on my self to try and write and put stuff on here as often as I can and sometimes it’s kind of daunting. Like I feel awful that chapter 17 has taken so long but I know that’s a me thing 🥴

Thanks for the asks non!!!