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dollygirl808 · 3 months
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Spoiled Rotten! Ch. 2 (Zombie Yandere
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Half! Zombie/Zombie Hybrid Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character (Freya)
The emergency alarm system that was dotted around the safezone was what woke her up, the sound of chaos and pandemonium going on around her outside.
Freya panicked, adrenaline borderline slapping her in the face and waking her up in seconds, the covers were thrown off her and she raced to pull on her much more protective jeans. After getting dressed, she rushed to Jake's room to wake him up up, not sure how the man hadn't already woken up, when she saw that it was empty.
Moving to the front door, she saw his panic bag was gone and even though he had abandoned her without so much as attempting to wake her up, at least he had the decency to lock the door on his way out so no one could get in. At least, not without alerting her.
Huffing, feeling rather annoyed at the whole thing, she went back to the bedroom to gather her things at a much more leisurely pace. No reason to rush out the door now with mass panic, It'd only be out of the frying pan and straight into the fire.
So, she collected everything that was useful that she could carry and packed it up, taking her time and being thorough. Sat on her bed behind a locked door, she started whistling periodically, and waited.
Ghost would be along soon enough, he was never far away, and appeared at her side much quicker when she was in danger.
Even though she really shouldn't have, she couldn't help but take a little nap to wait for him. How long could he really take, anyways? She'd probably be woken up in the next ten minutes by the sound of him banging on the front door downstairs and whistling back urgently. So, she closed her eyes and let herself drift of just for a few moments.
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Instead of Ghost's gentle whistling and nudging her, she woke up to the sight of a large gun in her face, making her panic (again) and pull out the knife she kept under her pillow and point it at them, eyes wide with fear.
"Woah there lass," The man said in a strange accent she didn't recognize, holding up a placating hand and lowering his gun.
The other three men in the room still had their guns trained on her, though. "You're- military?" She questioned, brown eyes flicking between the three men in the bedroom clad in dark clothing and bulletproof vests.
"What's left of it. I'm Captain John Price," The mustached man said, stepping forward with his hand out and his gun lowered.
Freya took a calming breath and tucked her knife into her back pocket, then shook his hand, "Freya. What time is it?"
"About 4 am, probably," The first man shrugged, blue eyes glancing out at the sky through the window.
"Shit," She let out a quiet curse, and rushed to the window, throwing it open and letting out a low, slightly panicked whistle into the night air. A few zombies on the street below groaned and tilted their heads up at her, but couldn't pose a threat from a story below them even if they wanted to.
After waiting a few seconds without any response, she let out a breath. "Ok, good. He's not close by yet. Must really be chaos down there if he's still so far away," She huffed out, relaxing her shoulders.
"Who?" The dark-skinned man asked curiously.
"Uh- my friend," She hesitated, not sure if she should really trust these men, but then again she didn't have much of a choice at the moment, "He's a hybrid. Like, half zombie? And I'm his person. He'd really freak if he came in here and saw you guys pointing guns at me. You shouldn't threaten me in front of him if you want to live- I'd probably be a better idea if I greeted him first, he takes my safety very seriously and we just had a little.. incident with that."
"Sorry, wait, his person?" The Captain asked, "What do you mean?"
Freya blinked at him, "You know, like the thing that's keeping him human. I'm that thing."
"Hybrids can attatch to people? I thought they couldn't?" The accented man asked, one hand on his hip as he lowered his gun to the floor.
She just shrugged, unsure. "He also used to be military, before this I think," unconsciously, her fingers touched the dog tags under her shirt, "He doesn't like to talk about it much. But you guys might get along? Just don't stand to close to me if you want to live."
John's face hardened into a frown, "I'd be best if you'd stop threatening us, love," He told her like a father scolding his kid.
"I'm not threatening you, I'm just telling you how it is, you guys seem ok, so I'm trying to help you-" The sound of a whistle cut through the air and cut her off, sharp and loud, coming from the front door.
"That's him," She perked up instantly, moving to exit the bedroom, "Er.. you guys should stay here... Please?" She tacked on that last ask as they gave her strange looks, but ignored it as she turned her back and hopped down the stairs, whistling back to him low and fast, reassuring that she was ok.
"Si-!" She unlocked the door, glancing behind him at a few zombies who shrunk away from his aggressive growls with low whines, "Hey."
He grunted in response, closing and locking the door behind him after stepping in, pulling her into a hug. "Spoiled fuckin' brat," He huffed out, words teasing although filled with relief.
"What'dya call out for me for? Get scared of the dark?" He asked as he pulled away, looking down at her.
"No, Si, there's some guys here. They said they're military, and I got a little spooked when I woke up to some random guys face and not your mask. They're cool, I think." She told him quickly, eyes glancing up at the sounds of the old floorboards creaking at the same time his did.
Of course, Ghost had smelled the three men long before he had seen them, knew they were there before he even stepped into the house, but as long as she was safe he didn't care.
But now, things were different.
"Lt?!" The first man called out, wide smile on his face, "Cap'n! It's Ghost!"
John was the second one to come out of the bedroom, face full of hard skepticism, the kind you gain after spending years as a captain in the military, and then spending years in the apocalypse, but the expression melted away into one of soft disbelief, eyebrows raising, small smile on his face as he took in the familiar mask.
The dark-skinned man followed after his Captain, a gun slung around his back as his hazel eyes flicked back and forth between his old teammate and the new girl. "Bloodly hell," He huffed out, unable to keep the smile off his face.
"Knew ya still had ta be kickin' around somwhere, Lt!" The first man laughed, hopping down the stairs two at a time to greet his lieutenant.
"Easy, Johnny," Ghost warned him, wrapping his arms protectively around Freya.
"Aw c'mon! I 'avent seen ya in two years an' I can't get a hug?" Johnny asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs and walked closer.
Only when the man let out a possessive, nearly feral snarl in his direction did the man stop, pausing mid-step to look at the two, Freya giving him an apologetic smile, and Ghost wrapped around her, pulling her into his body, teeth barred behind his mask. He did trust his former Sargent, he did. But he was close, too close to what was his.
"Easy Mactavish," John repeated the man's words from earlier as he made his way down the stairs next, setting a hand on the Sargent's shoulder. "You've read about hybrids before, met a few. Ya'know how they are. Give him some time to relax and trust us again. It has been two years after all." He told them all.
Johnny nodded, understanding, gave him a low, "Yes sir," in response, but she could see how much it hurt to be regarded as a threat by Simon.
Freya felt bad for them all, and although she knew it wasn't actually her fault, she couldn't help but feel like a direct cause of the tension in the air.
So, she broke away from his hold when he loosened it, and slipped between the two surprised men as she made her way to the living room.
"Come on, don't you guys wanna talk?" She called over her shoulder, positioning herself in a nice safe corner, easily defensible, but with an easy escape route back to the front door if needed.
Simon chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to be infront of her, but still kept her in his eyesight, a position where he could interact with his team without feeling threatened by their proximity to his person.
The other men followed, mixture of surprise and impressed by just how well she knew their lieutenant. Once deemed safe, Johnny gave the taller man a wide boyish grin and pulled him into a hug, rocking them back and forth like a long-lost lover before being pushed off with low snicker and an eye roll.
Gaz greeted him next, a firm handshake and a pat on the back, telling him it was nice to see him again.
Both Simon and the Captain were not one for showy pleasantries, so the John just gave him a firm couple of pats on his shoulder with a few words, "Good to have you back Ghost."
"Good to be back Captain," He nodded, which prompted Johnny to ask how it had all happened, how he ended up bitten, why he left.
It happened two years ago, obviously. They were on their way back from a failed rescue mission of civilians when a zombie reached out and bit his ankle. He hadn't worn his boots that day, so it had bit right through his cargo pants and infected him. He shot it, and went with them back to base, only making up an excuse just before they crossed the gate that he forgot something, and leaving on foot to make sure he didn't put his team in danger.
After four days of being holed up in an abandoned house, he didn't turn. It was only then that he realized he wasn't human anymore. He was something more now, or perhaps something less. He spent a week at base with them, but he was withdrawn, unsure of his ability to accidentally infect his team, or how long he'd be able to control his urges. He grew hungry, and angry, and it became harder and harder to control himself.
After an incident where he nearly killed a fellow soldier, Simon left. He couldn't stick around knowing he might put the lives of his team mates at risk, so he left. It only took him a few days to stumble apon Freya, and ended up saving her from some men who were attempting to rape her. He killed them, and ate them.
All three grimaced at hearing that. They knew hybrids had to eat, but hearing it directly from Ghost that he ate a human was a hard thing to hear. Freya rubbed his back comfortingly, and joked that they hadn't even gone to the part where he stalked her for a month before she confronted him.
Gaz asked him what happened that made her 'your person', and he shrugged, doing his best to explain the surge of protectiveness he suddenly felt, the urge to be around her constantly, the jealous and possessive feelings he gets when others get too close.
His brain needed something to latch onto, someone he could protect to justify the monster that he was. A reason to kill other people. What better than a young girl in trouble?
His instincts told him to protect her, from any potential threat.
"Don't let her appearance fool you, she's a right spoiled brat," Ghost told them, chuckling when she slapped his back.
"And who's fault is that Si?" She sassed, looking up at him with her hand on her hip, "It's not like I've been out here spoiling myself for the past two years."
"Aye, lass' got a fair point, Lt," Johnny grinned, and Ghost glared at him.
Suddenly, the sound of someone frantically knocking on the front door stopped them all in their tracks, all heads turning to look at the front door, the doorhandle being jiggled.
Ghost inhaled sharply, body tense as he caught a familiar scent. Immediately, Freya noticed the change, something she had seen plenty of times before. Something predatory, something possessive, something deadly.
His feet are moving before she can even reach a hand out to stop him, and she can just barely hear the low growl in his chest as he stalked towards the door.
"Freya, thank god-!" Jake breathed out, relieved as he stumbled through the door after Ghost had yanked it open, only to look up in fear, down the barrel of a gun.
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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year
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Can we get a short scenario of Tim (Masky) x fem! Reader on the morning of christmas pls? 👉👈
Masky with a fem!S/O on Christmas
Hello hello!!! Thank you for requesting :D!! I hope you enjoy this!! Pardon me for any typos or grammar mistakes, I'm on mobile <\3 :(
I've never written for Tim/Masky so!! Double apologies if it's OOC!!
With that said, I hope you enjoy!!
I tried writing this more like how MH tim is, rather than how the CRP fandom portrays him!! Hope that's alright!!
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You wake up early in the morning, alone in your bed. A rare occurrence, given your boyfriend tended to sleep in, his body exhausted from whatever he had gotten himself into the night prior... you never pried, and he seemed to appreciate it.. actually, he never seemed to be angry at you for asking, but rather seemed to be more frustrated that he couldn't recall what happens when he disappears. Mysterious bruises on his arms, or small cuts on his knuckles, both of which could never be explained
But there was proof that your partner was here.
As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and let them adjusted to the light flooding in through the window, you catch sight of the brown jacket hung on your doorknob. The door it was attatched too was half opened, the hallway light turned on
So, still dressed in your pajamas, you tug yourself to your feet and shuffled yourself to the door
You didn't bother to straighten your hair as you stepped out into the hallway
Now that you were out of your room you could hear something in the kitchen, prompting you to quicken your pace, walking by the lit up Christmas tree stationed in your living room
As you turned the corner, you saw him
He never struck you as a holiday person, but yet here Tim stood at the kitchen counter, in a bright red sweater and humming a tune as he cooked some scrambled eggs
As soon as you set foot into the kitchen, his humming stopped, turning the heat off
"About time, princess," he said as he began to plate the eggs
It was refreshing to see him without a cigarette pressed between his lips
He had made french toast and scrambled eggs for the two of you
"You're up early," you said, making your way to the small kitchen table and sat down
He quickly joined you with the food
"It's christmas," he shrugged
Your eyes widened. Was it already Christmas Day? You could have sworn there was still a week to go
"Did you forget?" He asked, but his tone was playful
A rarity
A shy nod was all he needed, before the two of you began to eat, with small talk littered throughout the meal
He finished before you, but stay put in his seat. You didn't notice, but he was watching you closely, almost studying every movement you made
From how you cut your toast, to how your jaw moved as it grinded the bread down
If you had noticed, you didn't think much of it. Tim was always like this, from the day you met him
It stayed this way, with him observing you; until you were the one watching him, as he washed the plates
He had insisted it
"So is this my Christmas gift?" You teased, getting a huff as Tim dried his hands
"Oh hush," he replied as his lips curled slightly into a smile
"Though, if that's what you really wanted; I could return what I got for you,"
A joke, obviously, judging by the smile plastered on his face
Oh yeah
Presents
Those are a thing
Cue the pair of you making your way into the living room and settled on the couch, with you presenting the gifts to one another
"Here," you said, giving Tim the gift you had gotten for him
Asides from a thanks, he didn't speak as he unwrapped it, tearing right through the wrapping you spent so long trying to perfect
Of course, you put everything you had gotten him into a great big box; saving you from having to wrap several boxes
Opening the box, Tim's brows rose
Inside the box there were a few objects. A new jacket, as his old one was growing tattered from.. whatever antics he got himself into. A new pair of boots. An expensive bottle of cologne. And some other trinkets
He didn't speak for a minute, before once again thanking you for the gifts
"Well now my gift looks silly.." he pouted
"I'm sure it's not," you reassured and pulled the box he had gave you closer to you
You carefully peeled back the tape, and pulled the wrapping off the box
Opening it you find a large stuffed plush, a jacket that matched Tim's, and a puzzle shaped necklace
"What's this?" You asked as you held up one of the chains and brought the jewelry closer to your face
Tim gently took it from you, separating the two puzzle pieces from one another, and handed one piece back to you
"Necklace.. one of those couple ones that go together," he said softly
"I figured since.. I'm not always around, this could be some...." he said, rolling his free hand as he searched for the words. "Sentimental.. thing..?" He said with flushed cheeks
He never was good with the whole dating thing
But that's what won you over when you first started dating
With a soft giggle, you set the box to the side and pulled yourself close to him
"I love it.. thanks, sweetheart," you hummed quietly as you both snuggled by the colorful light of the Christmas tree
And there we go!! This turned out way longer than I initially expected, but I blame that on the fact I kept getting distracted <\3
I hope you like it!! This was interesting for me to write, for the reasons stated in the note above and because??? My family??? Doesnt celebrate Christmas like most people do?? We open gifts at night and all that other stuff
So!!
Uh!!
Yeah!!
I hope you enjoy this and it wasn't too
Bad
!!
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mavia-anon · 1 year
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Cyberpunk au oneshot with so much worldbuilding that I probably won't do anything with
"You heard about that little vigilante down in tera?" Wilbur asks suddenly.
Techno looks over at the Admin to see him spinning idly in his chair, the holographic screens floating around him remain still as he turns, and Techno knows that even with his enhancements that Wilbur isn't actually paying attention to any of them.
Which is unhelpful when they're supposed to be working. Stuck on desk duty after their fight in the Heights that nearly leveled a building. Techno is of the opinion that it wasn't his fault, the Corp he was fighting told him he wouldn't be able to fling him through concrete. Techno was just proving a point.
Nevertheless, Phil hadn't been happy about it. Dragged all the way to the middle of the Heights for a meeting with Schlatt and as punishment he was not only stuck on desk duty, but stuck with Wilbur as well.
"No." Techno says simply, making a point to turn away from the Admin.
Wilbur, though, is never one to be so easily deterred by such a blatant rejection as he pushes his chair away from his own desk and wheels his way over to Technos.
"You like building shit, I think you'll find this cool."
Techno sighs, despite being an android that doesn't need to breath, he needs Wilbur to feel his exasperation somehow. "I mod weapons, Wil, I don't 'build sh-- crap'. I've told you this before." The way his mouth stutters over the swear just makes him even more frustrated.
Stupid Wilbur and his stupid Admin-ness turning his profanity filter on for some sick joke.
Still undeterred, Wilbur slides a hologram screen in front of Technos face and he quickly scans over the image in front of him only -- much to Wilbur's smug amusement -- to find he is quite interested.
"Are those mechanical wings?" Techno asks. "How are they attatched-- how do they even work?"
Wilbur shrugs taking the holo screen back and wheeling over to his own desk again. "No clue. Kids gotta be some sort of genius. I'm thinking about asking Dadza if we need a new agent."
"If you can ever get him out of his office," Techno says dryly. "It would be good to have an engineer on our team again."
The 'after Sam left us' goes unsaid, but still hangs in the air like a heavy weight.
"No vigilante lasts long down in tera anyway. It's better we get to him before Dream or god forbid Schlatt does."
Wilbur hums and with a flick of his wrist all his holo screens disappear in a flash of light as he pushes himself to his feet.
Techno just watches him go with raised eyebrows, noticing the determined set to Wilbur's shoulders as he walks out of their shared office, probably heading straight for Phil.
With a roll of his eyes Techno turns his attention back to his work. If they do manage to convince this vigilante to join them, Techno'll hardly be able to ask him about his wings if he's chained to this fu--
If he's chained to his desk.
Lights, he really, really hates Wilbur.
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golbrocklovely · 1 year
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do you have any thoughts on the whole situation with snc both having attatchments?? like do you have a theory on where they may be from, if it's just bad energy or anything like that?
i mean, i'm not surprised they both have attachments. i don't think it stems from any place specifically. i think them constantly going to all these haunted places and not cleansing themselves afterwards is what caused them to have "muddy" auras. i think it's kinda funny that they believe in all this paranormal shit, constantly rely on amanda for psychic stuff or to pray for them, but the moment an actual long time psychic or witch that has been in the game longer than they have been alive tells them they need to start cleansing themselves, they just… shrug it off lmao
when i did my reading on them, i did see that the next six months are gonna be a bit rough, but it didn't seem like it was from some evil spirit or whatnot. but it is possible that a negative energy is causing them problems and if they don't get rid of it, it's going to persist.
i just hope that maybe this is a bit of a wake up call for them, in one way or another, to start cleansing themselves and making sure they aren't taking anything home with them.
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silver-crowned-riders · 8 months
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[A video is attatched, presumably recorded last night]
[Beau is squinting, seemingly placing the camera into someone's hands.]
🎀🖤: Yeah, like that. Get whoever's talking inside of that frame. Just try to pretend I'm letting ya play around with that like it's a MetaPad and you're my son I don't givacrap about, you get me?~
[A Mawile's chirping can be heard in response. Beau smiles and gives double thumbs up, meanwhile Jace walks across the frame behind her. Beau pulls back to look at him which now makes it clear he's pacing in circles.]
🎀🖤: D'ya want me to get Skitty?
🧵💥: I'm NOT gonna CUDDLE MY SKITTY when I'm giving him the DISTORTION REALM SPAWN COOKIES!!
[Beau shrugs and walks towards him.]
🎀🖤: I don't mind, he probably doesn't mind, he likes you!
🧵💥: No, no he's gonna hate meee, he hates meee...
[Then, the sound of metal doors being kicked open. Jace makes a little squeak sound. The camera turns to a man stretching one of his shoulders, an Absol's horn bobbing along at the bottom of the frame.]
[He has hair dyed striking colors and a long red coat. Definitely stands out, but in contrast to his lackeys, he talks very calmly.]
🦋🐺: I'm back, anything blow up while I was gone? Heheh.
🎀🖤: Fortunately no, bossman!
🧵💥: Nuh-nothing at all, mister-the-boss!
[He smiles and shakes his head.]
🦋🐺: I thought I told you guys, the formality's unnecessary.
[Jace seems embarassed then takes a quick peek at the camera, perhaps he's used to talking the boss up in front of other people.]
[An Espurr floats by the boss's head. He catches her in the air and drops the large metal pipe he was holding in his other hand to clatter in the ground. Right, criminals...]
🧵💥: A-ah, right, UHHHM so Casey! We have a uh suprise. foryouu.
🦋🐺: Hm?
[The boss puts Espurr in the ball and follows Jace's awkward shuffle with his hands in his pockets.]
🎀🖤: We were looking for fun ways to show appreciation for our boss!
🧵💥: So I made ahem. uh I made cookies.
🦋🐺: Really? Never envisioned you firey boys trying something like baking, hah!
[He smiles and punches Jace's shoulder playfully. Jace blushes visibly.]
🧵💥: AHAYEAH WELLABOutthatuh-
🎀🖤: Yeah, you'd think it would limit our creativity, or be super boring yaknow? But Jace was kinda adamant on the cookies idea for whatever reason, so... we kinda had the idea to-
[The two of them freeze when they see the boss has now locked eyes with the tray of... uh, "cookies".]
🧵💥: theeee distortion-realm-spawn cookies!~~*
🎀🖤: With crowdsourced ingredient portions!
🦋🐺: Huh.
[The three sit around a table.]
🦋🐺: Crowdsourced, huh? Like all the Riders voted on it?
🎀🖤: ...Sure, yeah!
🧵💥: They have Capsakid seeds in them, forwarning. A lot, actually! And like, tons of salt too. I, uh... might as well have one first since I made this whole mess in the first place. You don't have to have any if you don't wanna, misterbossman...
[Jace picks up one of the charred disks and looks at it, bracing himself, while the other two go for a bite.]
🎀🖤: Ahh, cmon Jace, don't beat yourself up-
[The spice startles Beau and makes her choke a little. She gives reassuring thumbs up and strained smile to Jace before holding back a cough. The boss looks at her with confusion while chewing his.]
[The boss then does something unthinkable... He takes a second bite. Jace drops his cookie and stares. Beau watches him do this and is sent further into a coughing fit.]
🧵💥: ...
🧵💥: ...What are you doing
🦋🐺: Uh. Eating, how about you?
🧵💥: You... you like it?
[He finishes the cookie. Thinks on it for a second. Nods and takes a second one.]
🎀🖤: Like- ACK. Like actually?
🧵💥: Wuh. Why on earth... um, wh-what'cha like about it?
[Jace is looking at him like he's a freak. He shrugs.]
🦋🐺: Don't see the issue. It's very flavorful. Thanks for this, Jace! Maybe char it even blacker next time, y'know?
[Jace stares at his boss with shock, then concern, then slight disgust.]
🦋🐺: So, how do we wanna split these?
🧵💥: You c- you can... have them. All.
🎀🖤: Mhm!
🦋🐺: Haha! Fine by me.
[Jace finally settles on "relief" for what he's feeling and lets out a sigh. He looks at Beau with an "I'm gonna go sit in a hole for 10 hours now" kind of look. Xe doesn't seem to object. End video.]
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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years
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The Photographer // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader
So I made a one-shot based off of the picture down here!
Word count ~ 3.1k
Summary - y/n is a celebrity photographer, and Matthew's birthday is coming up. This calls for a birthday shoot.
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Ever since I was in sixth grade, I dreamed of being a photographer. But back then, I was just taking candid pictures of my cat (Peanut Butter), and random flowers that my mom had graciously planted for me. I really never planned on taking nice, professional pictures of people.
But here I was.
I went to 'California College of Arts' in San Francisco for 4 years. After that, I had a bit of trouble getting myself out there. I had a decent following on my instagram. People liked the pictures of my dog, and the pictures of nature that I took on my many travels. But likes and follows don't get you money, at least not enough. So I switched my focus onto more interesting things.
Advertising yourself as a photographer wasn't an easy task. You had to be ruthless, and be willing to get rejected and not back down. So I did what any semi-sane person would do.
I messaged over 50 celebrities asking of they wanted to do a shoot with me. I sent them my prices, and what kinds of shoots I was willing to do. I didn't have much hope for it, but it was worth a try.
And that's where it began.
Out of all of the messages, Andrew Lincoln, AKA Rick from The Walking Dead messaged me back.
*Hello Miss y/l/n! I've actually seen quite a few of your nature shots and I have always wondered how your photos would turn out with people. I would love to be your Guinea Pig.*
He sent me days he was available and I did his shoot. After posting his pictures, my popularity shot from there.
That was a few years ago, I was now taking photos for multiple celebrities. I was ultimately known for my black and white shoots. I had, in fact, just gotten done with a shoot of A.J. Cook. She had requested *me* to take her pictures for an up and coming article that was being written about her. I, of course, gratefully said yes, being a huge fan of hers, along with the whole Criminal Minds cast.
I emailed her all of the pictures I had taken, edited and all, while simultaneously posting them on my instagram.
It was mere hours later before a notification popped up on my phone of an email that I could not believe. Theres no way that he was emailing me, right?
*You have an Email from Matthew Gray Gubler*
*Hi there! I saw your shoot on AJ's instagram and my birthday is coming up. My manager wants me to do a birthday shoot, and we both like your black and white style. I know it's not usually the kind of thing you, birthdays, do but I figured it was worth a shot, and I think you have some real talent. Let me know when you are free next. I am on a break so my schedule is relatively flexible.*
I could safely say that it was a good thing that I lived alone because I don't think I have ever screamed louder into a pillow. Matthew has been one of my favorite celebrities for the longest time. If we were going to be completely honest, once I started watching Criminal Minds, I immediately had a crush on him. This wasn't exactly the profession to be in if you were going to have a celebrity crush. I was often invited to red carpets and movie premiers, so I met quite a few stars. I never thought I would have to worry about slipping up on my professionalism.
Because I never thought I would even meet him.
My obvious answer to his request was yes. I would never *ever* miss an opportunity to have a photoshoot with someone so inspiring and meaningful to me. So I started writing an email back.
*Hi Matthew!*
Should I address him like that? Is that unprofessional?
*Hi Mr. Gubler*
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
*Hi Matthew!* We are gonna stick with that. *I don't know if this is too short of a notice, but I actually have a free spot tomorrow. (Of course if that doesn't work for you, I can figure something out for later, and try to fit it in before your birthday). I have a few ideas for props that I can send you? Let me know how I can help.*
I sent it and ran my hands through my hair, tossing my phone back onto my comforter. I had taken pictures of so many awesome celebrities:
• Selena Gomez
• Robert Downey Jr.
• Dylan O'Brien
• Grant Gustin
• Holland Roden
• Danai Gurira
But this was by far the coolest one, in my mind at least.
While waiting a little to anxiously for a reply, I decided I was going to make myself some lunch, Ramen. I set my phone on the counter as I boiled my noodles, peering over at the blank screen every few seconds (but really they felt like **minutes**).
Just as I was adding the flavour packet to the bowl my phone buzzed. I jumped slightly, spilling part of the packet out of the bowl.
"Damnit." I quickly wiped the salt into the trash can and snatched my phone, seeing another email.
*Tomorrow is actually perfect, and I would love to hear your recommendations on props, clothes, anything really. I'm going to leave my number on this email so we can have easier contact of that's okay with you.*
Wow, alright. I will now have Matthew Gray Gublers number in my phone. I made a contact for him.
**It's y/n, soooo for props. I figured I could bake you a cake! I took a few baking electives in college so I could make a really nice one and we can do something with it. I recommend you bring clothes you like to wear that are black and white. (Other colors work too, but it just looks and flows better if it's black and white). I will set the rest of the stuff up. I will be ready for you by 1 pm if that's okay.**
*You would bake me a cake?! That would be super cool thank you! I would love that. I will bring a few black and white outfits. Would it be weird if I brought a black and white Kimono?*
A chance to see Matthew in a kimono? Please yes.
**Oh my gosh please do. I would love to take pictures of you in an infamous kimono of yours.**
*Awesome! I will see you tomorrow at 1. Heres my managers info for you to sell the billing to.*
He attatched his managers email. I just sat at my kitchens island, smiling like a true dork at my phone.
**And here is my address, I run the studio at my house. What is your favorite cake and icing by the way? :)**
Was a smiley face unprofessional?
I need to chill out.
*Vanilla cake and chocolate frosting possibly? I will eat anything though probably. :)*
Now I was really smiling at my phone like a psycho idiot.
**Alrighty, see you tomorrow**
Since I didn't want to wake up too early tomorrow, I decided I was going to start the cake tonight. I had quite a few recipes held in my cabinets. I located my vanilla cake recipe and put my pre-made chocolate frosting on the counter.
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After about an hour of preparing, making a cake from scratch, and putting it in the oven. The cake was finally done and cooled. I added black cocoa to the frosting to make it completely black and got out my white gel.
*You made it 3 decades :)*
Was scrawled in calligraphy on the top of the cylindrical cake. I added white drips down the sides and white multi shaped sprinkles to the bottom part.
I set it in my fridge and got ready for bed. I know it's going to be hard to sleep just thinking about tomorrow.
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My alarm woke me up at 10 am, never before this had I woke up with a smile on my face before 12.
I took a quick shower and dressed in a white and blue floral romper with my hair in a high ponytail. Now it was time to set up backgrounds for the shoot.
I had two stations downstairs where I took all my photos. I set the first one up very normal with a white background and a rustic black stool. The second one was set up with another white background but littered with black streamers and big *30* black and white speckled balloons strung at the top.
Once I was done with all that. It was nearing 1. I slipped the cake out of the fridge and slid it onto my island. I glanced up at the clock above my stove.
*12:49*
Since I just had a little bit of time, I went a put some simple makeup on. I usually don't wear makeup when taking pictures of people, but for obvious reasons, I was making an exception.
Just as I was leaving my bathroom I heard a knock at my door. I walked swiftly to my door and opened it shakily.
"Hi!" He held up the clothes that were hung lazily over his arm. He smiled that million dollar smile and I could have sworn he looked me up and down.
Wishful thinking I guess.
"Welcome!" I stepped out of the doorway, silently inviting him in. "If you wanna set your stuff down, those stairs to the right lead you down the the studio."
"Thanks." He scurried down the stairs as I grabbed the cake and followed him down. I set it on a table that I had down there, he peered over at it and immediately burst into fits of laughter.
"I knew you had a sense of humor, so why put something normal and boring on the cake." I laughed with him as he tried to catch his breath.
"This is so perfect." He laughed a little more. "Thank you, so much." I shrugged with a smile. I posed him in front of the streamers with the cake.
He made some silly faces and smiled like there was no tomorrow. Next I brought him to the more plain station, sitting him on the stool. I looked through the lenses of the camera and glared a bit.
"Hey can you put your left leg up on the second peg of the stool?" I asked, pointing to his leg.
"This one?" He put it on the third. I shook my head. "This one?" He moved it down the the fourth. He was smiling a sly smile, seemingly challenging me.
"Let me do it for you." I had to pose people often, but posing him was going to be a little harder for me, considering I found him painfully attractive.
I moved his leg up to the second one and patted it.
"Now leave it there, so I don't have to help you again." I giggled, walking back to my camera. Taking a picture of him leaning forward on the stool and smiling. I then made him laugh and got a good genuine one of him leaning back and laughing. After all that, I proposed that we eat some cake and took a break.
I cut him a slice and handed it to him with a smile.
"So, tell me about yourself." He said, eating a bite of his cake.
"Well, I have always enjoyed photography. I love all types of art, so I also draw and paint often. And I have a black cat upstairs. His name is-" and I stopped, blood rushing to my cheeks. He is most certainly going to ask me the name, and I do not want to tell him.
He stared at me expectantly. "What is his name?" He motioned me to go on.
"Uh," I laughed a little awkwardly, setting my hands in my lap and staring at them. "His name is Spencer. As in Spencer Reid..." I glanced up at him and saw a huge grin break out on his face.
"So you like Criminal Minds? I never would have guessed. You just don't seem the type."
"Well all my memorabilia is in my room, just so people don't think I'm weird for having quite a few framed and signed posters." I smiled up at him, pushing around the remaining cake crumbs on my plate.
"One, That's not weird, that's awesome. Two, can I please meet Spencer and take pictures with him in my kimono."
I don't think I have ever heard a better sentence in my entire life.
"Yes, absolutely! I'll go get him." I clunked up the stairs on my search to find Spencer. I went to his usual spot first, my bed. Luckily he was sitting there, licking his outstretched foot. "Hi baby! You are about to take pictures with the guy you are named after. He almost as cute as you!" I grabbed him from the bed an headed back downstairs. I walked in with the accidental impeccable timing to see Matthew in his barely tied kimono, showing off his chest. My eyes widened a bit and he tied it off fully.
"Is this the famous Spencer?! He is so cute!" He reached his arms out at Spencer. My little fluff ball curled up into him instantly, cuddling into his silky kimono.
We took many many pictures of Spencer and Matthew together. I think maybe my cat likes him more than he likes me now.
"Okay, last idea. How about we just take some more up close pictures of me feeding you some cake?" It came put as a question because I didn't know how comfortable he would be with it.
"Perfect!" I cut another slice of the cake and brought it over to him. We were both sitting on the floor.
"This might be a little awkward, okay?" I giggled as I leaned back to get his whole face in the shot. This proved to be very difficult as I was using my left hand to take the picture. I fed him the cake with the right as he looked at the camera with a more seductive look. I could have melted into the floor.
I decided to switch hands so I could take the photos better, but now my very uncoordinated hand was the one picking up the cake. As I went down to get another section of the cake for another angle of feeding this sculpture of a man, I instead dipped my thumb right into the deep black frosting.
"Shit, I'm so sorry hold on." As I went to stand up and grab a napkin to wipe my thumb off, Matthew grabbed my wrist lightly.
"Hold on, uh, I have an idea, before you do anything." I sat down with a confused look. "I saw someone do this in another shoot. But we totally don't have to do it. I just thought it would be a different idea." His words were more rushed than usual.
"I'm sure I've done weirder things for other shoots, don't worry. It's *your* shoot." I reassured him, though my head was swimming wondering what he was going to do.
"Ok. So. What I'm going to do is put your thumb in my mouth, and I'm basically gonna, uh, suck on it while kinda smiling?" He could barely get through the whole thing without laughing.
"Alright, weird request but I like it!" I giggled for what seemed like the 30th time today. "And to make you feel better, yes, I have done weirder."
"Thank God."
"So I am guessing you want me to do something like this with the rest of my hand, ya know, the part that's not in your mouth." I stated as I placed my hand on his cheek. He let a slow breath out, staring into my eyes.
"Yeah, exactly."
"Okay." I said with a shrug, grabbing my camera from the ground. He opened his mouth with an all too familiar wide grin as I placed my thumb in. His mouth closed around it and he smiled, just a little. I brought my camera to my face, capturing the moment that I would have forever in my mind and in a small frame on my bedroom wall, for sure.
I slipped my thumb from his mouth and watched as his face turned extremely red. To save him embarrassment, I immediately stood up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the rest of the frosting off.
"Can I see it?" He motioned to the camera. I nodded, sitting down right beside him, showing him the picture. It showed off a closer look at the rose tattoos I had near my wrists and the shiny watch that was gifted to me by my mom. "It turned out good! I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Oh no! Of course not. Total opposite." As soon as I said that I regretted it.
"So that made you extremely comfortable?" A sly smile was making it's way onto his face.
"That's, that's not- You know what? Sure, yes." I chuckled. "You don't really make me uncomfortable at all to be honest. So no, you didn't make me uncomfortable."
"Well I'm glad." He smiled and we sat in silence for a moment.
"Well I guess that's it yeah?" He nodded. "Well this was fun. Thanks for being an excellent subject to take pictures of."
He gathered his stuff as we went back upstairs. Once at the door, Spencer came up to him, rubbing on his leg. He bent over to pet him.
"So, I'm not sure if you are single or not." I could feel the blood draining from my face. Was this really happening right now? "But I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date?"
Yes, this was happening right now.
"Really?" I could tell I sounded extremely excited, but at this point, I didn't even care.
"Yeah, you are super laid back, funny, talented, and you aren't scared away by how weird I am." He laughed, "So yes?"
"I would absolutely love to."
"Great. I'll text you." He winked and waved as he closed the door, leaving.
My back went against the door. I couldn't keep in the squeal so I just embraced it and squealed my heart out, doing a little dance.
Which was quickly ended when I heard a knock at the door.
"I'm sorry, I want to get to know you better immediately." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Are you free for the rest of the day?" I was sure that my face was red as a tomato.
"Yes I am." He grabbed my hand, dragging me outside.
"Then let's go."
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Marbled Roses
~°Entry #: 003°~
Tim, Brian, Jay, and Alex had all basically rushed back to the dorms, all gathered in Alex's dorm while he got the footage off his camera and onto his computer. He was probably the most calm of all of them, focused only on his computer.
Jay was sat behind him, hands between his knees while they bounced anxiously and chewing at his bottom lip. Brian was sitting on the couch, spacing off a bit and chewing his nails. Tim, on the other hand, was pacing, arms crossed and the nail of his thumb caught between his teeth. He couldn't help it. Whatever that was, he knew it wasn't a hallucination. People don't share hallucinations.
"What the hell even was that thing? It-It just--teleported!" Tim rambled, hands shaking a bit and pacing faster. "Humans don't do that. That was not a human, what did we see?"
Brian looked up at Tim, "Hey-" he said, standing up and grabbing his hands, "breathe with me, Tim, c'mon...it-it'll be okay." He reassured with an uncertain tone. "Whatever it was, there...there has to be a rational explanation for it. Right?" He asked, knowing he could distract Tim and ground him.
Tim swallowed dryly, but nodded, "R...Right." He said, chewing at the inside of his cheek. He still felt nervous, but...something about Brian always made him feel safe.
Jay watched them, not saying a word. He wasn't even sure he could use his voice at the moment. He knew something was wrong he just...never expected something like this.
Alex finally got the video to import onto his laptop, huffing a bit and pulling up the video. He skipped all of the stuff before, pausing when he had the creature in frame. "What...?" He asked, mostly to himself. "That...That thing has no eyes. Just-Just a mouth..." He said, frowning a bit, "That...That doesn't make sense..."
Jay looked at it, panic setting in further. He wanted to say something. He wanted to say anything at the moment. Right now, though, he felt frozen with fear, panic coursing through his veins.
Brian looked over, a shaking sigh slipping out, "It...It doesn't look like a costume...?" He asked, a slight hopefulness to his tone. He could hope, after all.
Alex shook his head, "No. There is no way that is a costume, look at it." He said, jaw tightening a bit. He felt a bit uneasy, but was pushing it deep down.
Tim looked and chewed on his lip, "Look, it...it was a one time occurrence. Can..Can we please just ignore this thing? Maybe it was an animatronic and someone pulled it away before we got to the tree." He said, "Or, maybe it was a prank. Or...literally, any other reason than we are being followed by a monster." He added, chuckling nervously. "We will all have cameras on us, right? We can...We can record it...if we ever see it again." Tim was trying his hardest to be the calm one. The others looked up to him, he couldn't sit there and be the one panicking the most. He had to be strong for them. If he was freaking out, they would be freaking out, too. He couldn't let that happen.
Brian nodded in agreement, "Yeah...and we can try and catch him if we see him again, see what he is exactly. He could have just been a guy in really amazingly done makeup." He said with a shrug and a nervous smile.
Alex looked at them and rolled his eyes, "That thing is not a costume or a robot, or anything!" He said sternly, "Whatever it is, it's real." Alex didn't want to admit that whatever they saw could be simply fake. Something inside said it wasn't fake. That maybe it was what gave him the rose and had been talking to him, giving him pointers for his movie.
"Alex..." Brian sighed, "think logically. Do you really think there is an eight foot tall monster out there, watching us?" He asked, trying to mske him see hiw ridiculous this was.
"Yes!" Alex snapped, "It doesn't move like an animatronic or a human. That thing has to be what gave me the rose." He said, standing up. "I'll be back." He huffed, going to the bathroom to take a breather.
Jay had been watching, looking at Brian and Tim, "G...Guys...?" He asked softly, voice shaky, "Uhm...I'm worried about Alex." He said in a hushed voice, "He's told me about something..."
"Told you about what?" Tim asked, frowning a bit.
"About this...voice." Jay said, "I think...I think that thing is telling Alex things." He added, looking more worried. Whatever was happening it couldn't be good at all.
"What kinda things?" Brian asked, going to sit with Jay to encourage him to keep talking.
"Things like...advice, encouragment, flattery, and...a-and..p-predictions." Jay said nervously, "Alex told me how everyone would act today...he told me what we would say and--and he was right." He fidgetted a bit and chewed on his lip, "I think...that creature might be attracted or attatched to Alex, for some reason."
Tim huffed, "I knew that rose was a damn curse." He said, hands running through his hair. "Well, what do we do now?" He asked, "I mean...if there's some weird monster following us to help Alex with his movie, should...should we try to stop it?"
Brian and Jay shared a look. Would it be right to tear this creature away when it seemed like all he was doing was helping? After all, Alex seemed to be doing good on a project for once...maybe they should just...let it be. For now.
Alex came back out of the bathroom, taking a deep breath. "Guys, I... I'm sorry for snapping like that. I just...I don't think this is something to worry about." He said, "Besides, who are we going to tell and what will we tell them?" He asked, "'Oh, hey we have some monstrosity following us, giving us flowers and not harming us in any way.'?" He chuckled, "We would sound insane."
Tim sighed, "Alex, I...I still don't trust it. But...I trust you, so, if you think this thing is safe, then I'll take your word for it." He said, smiling a bit, "Doesn't mean I'm gonna turn my back on that thing if it is around, though." He added with a chuckle.
Alex smiled a bit, "Thanks. For now, let's just...ignore it. Maybe it will go away on its own." He said.
Brian smiled at them, sighing softly. "Well, we have had way too exciting of a day and its only one in the afternoon. We should go get lunch somewhere." He said, looking down at the camera, "Hey, the camera is still recording. Let's take it with us. Just...for comfort."
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The Two of Us ~ Fluffy Friday
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(Lord Jackson Walker x Lady Nicky Beaumont) from the While We're Young series with @krsnlove
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"Wow, it must be love." Emily Beaumont watched her older sister pack the oversized backpack. "I can't believe you are really going to do this."
Nicky shrugged. "Jax loves it and really wants me to try it. Since I care about him, it won't hurt me to give it a shot."
Emily snorted. "Beaumonts don't do camping."
Nicky rolled her eyes. "Now you sound like Mom."
"Hey! Mums is the best! You can't say that we don't typically share the same opinion."
Nicky shoved in a few more clothes. "I know she is and I know we do." She looked up at her sister and grinned. "Guard your heart, Em. One day you will fall head over heels for someone and will be doing things you swore you would never do."
Emily's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I think I will know he is not my true love if he asks me to rough it for the weekend." The sisters both burst into laughter.
Maxwell knocked on the open bedroom door. His grin dimpled even more at seeing his girls laughing. "Jackson's here, Nicky."
She slung her backpack over her shoulders and staggered backwards from the weight. Emily reached out and steadied her. "Whoa. Probably shouldn't have packed so much."
She walked downstairs and her heart fluttered at seeing Jackson. He looked so ruggedly handsome in his jeans and his flannel shirt. His eyes lifted up at her and he smiled. When she got to the bottom of the stairs he took her backpack from her.
"Ready?" He asked. She nodded and hugged her parents and sister goodbye. Jackson promised to keep her safe and that they would see them on Sunday.
Once they were in his jeep, she relaxed and decided to give this a fair chance. This was the first time they would be able to be completely alone on a vacation. She would have preferred a hotel room and exciting nightlife, yet she wanted to see what Jackson loved so much about camping.
Jax reached for her hand while he drove. He glanced over at her and grinned. He couldn't believe she agreed to this. Since they had made their relationship official at Christmas, he had wanted to get away from their friends and family and it be a time for just the two of them. His father had once said that to really know someone, you should travel with them and see how they handle things.
They had traveled together with their families and the court since they were infants. This would be a whole new experience. He pressed a kiss to her hand. "Excited?"
"I think so." She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "I think what I am most excited about is a chance to be alone with you without interruption."
She bit her lip when his heated gaze moved over her. "Funny. That was what I was thinking."
After a few hours of driving, they arrived at the spot to begin the hike. He pulled their bags out and helped her with her backpack. While straightening the straps he pulled her into a deep kiss. She smiled against his lips. When they broke apart he kept his forehead against hers, simply enjoying holding her close.
"Are we actually going to hike or are we going to stay here?" She slid her arms up his chest to end up looped around his neck. "I won't complain if we stay here and continue this." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. After a few moments, they broke apart.
"Tempting, but I have a spot that I've picked just for you." He laced his fingers with hers and led her down the trail. His dry humor had her laughing and distracted from the long hike. He thought this might be the most fun he had ever had walking in nature.
Nicky gasped when he led her to an opening looking out over the ocean. "Oh Jax! This is beautiful!" He grinned and pulled out the tent.
"I thought my girl might like it." He assembled the tent with ease, grinning at her compliments. "Ready to make it comfortable?"
She nodded and unrolled her sleeping bag. Her cheeks colored at the thought of sleeping next to him. They had never done so before. What if he snored? What if she snored? Or worse...what if one of them talked in their sleep and said something embarrassing. She would never be able to look him in the eye again. He slid in next to her and saw the panic in her eyes.
"Uh, Nicky...you okay?"
"Yep. Great." He cocked his eyebrow at her and waited. She stared down at their sleeping bags. "I don't suppose there are two tents we can use."
"No. Just the one. Why?"
"No reason." She said quickly while scrambling out of the tent that seemed to shrink when he entered. He frowned as he watched her take off to sit by the cliff.
He started a fire and joined her to watch the sun set. He wrapped his arms around her and placed her in his lap. He nuzzled her neck and felt contentment wash over him as he smelled her jasmine lotion. He felt her relax in his embrace and held her closer.
"Do you want to go for a walk along the beach?" She asked.
"We can tomorrow. I think we ought to eat and turn in early." She stiffened in his arms. He let out a groan. "Would you please tell me what's wrong?"
She plucked some grass and fiddled with it. "Sleeping with you."
Her words hit like a punch to the gut. "What?"
"It is going to be awkward if we talk or make noise." She replied, not meeting his eyes. "I really hope it doesn't happen."
Did she not find him attractive at all? He had not planned on their first time together happening this weekend. Their relationship was still so new. But he desired her with an intensity that grew stronger every day. To hear that she didn't feel the same cut deep. Should they break up? If she wasn't physically attracted to him, why bother dating?
She glanced at his face and saw the shock and raw pain. Oh no, she thought. He must be a snorer and I have hurt his feelings. "Jax, it's okay. I won't tease you or complain if you snore or talk."
Snore? Why would he snore during..."Nicky? What are you talking about?"
"I'm worried I will snore or talk in my sleep. I've been told that I sometimes talk but thankfully do not snore. But with all this fresh air, anything is possible." She glared at him when he started laughing. "I'm being serious!" She shoved out of his lap and stood before him with hands on her hips. "Jackson Walker! I am sharing a legitimate concern here."
He hopped up and kissed her. "I don't care if you sing in your sleep and snore in between songs. I only want you beside me."
Her anger faded away by his words and the tender way he looked at her. His hands cupped her face. His thumbs smoothed her soft skin. "I bet you are beautiful when you are asleep." He said softly.
"Jax..." She could feel herself melting against him. He took her hands and tugged her over to the fire. "Come on. Let's eat."
By the time they got to the smores, the stars were out. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped the two of them up as they sat in companionable silence. He could get used to this. Holding her might be his new favorite activity. When she yawned, he pulled her into the tent and unzipped the sleeping bags.
A flirty smile appeared on his lips. "You know," he looked up at her, "these sleeping bags can be attatched to make one big one."
She met his eyes and blushed. "Really? You learn something new everyday."
"Shall we?" He held the ends up.
She chewed on her lower lip. "Why not? We do need to be close for warmth."
"I couldn't agree more." His voice was gravelly while his eyes traveled down what would be his heat source this weekend.
Jackson realized his father was right. During their weekend away, he saw Nicky in a whole new light. He saw her gentle humor and patience make a leaky tent during a sudden downpour fun. She was up for trying any of the new experiences he suggested, usually resulting in private jokes they would share for years to come. Nicky's sunny outlook changed the way he saw things that he had seen thousands of time before. He thought he was already pretty crazy about her to begin with. This weekend made him fall even more for her.
She also saw him differently. He had always been attentive to her, yet his entire focus was on making this weekend unforgettable. She saw his silly romantic side when he knocked on the tent. He presented her with silk roses and asked if he could take her on a date. The date consisted of roasted hotdogs and a walk on the beach. He kept her warm during their walk with kisses and his arms wrapped around her. She loved every moment of it. As they snuggled in the tent at night, he would whisper how much she meant to him and how crazy he was about her. Her own heart was overflowing with her feelings for him. She knew it wouldn't be long before they confessed they were in love.
Sunday came much too soon. He stood with her outside in her driveway, reluctant to return to their normal lives. He slid a hand into her hair while pulling her hips close. He kissed her tenderly goodbye. "Thank you for this weekend." He mummered against her lips.
"I'm glad we did this." She whispered.
He grinned. "How about we plan on taking another trip? Maybe a week long one." He chuckled when her eyes widened at the thought of camping for that amount of time. "A trip to one of your favorite cities and hotels."
She smiled, excited about going away again. "As long as it's with you, then it sounds like the perfect plan to me."
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