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Knight in Shining Leather

BBF!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2928

When a date starts to go downhill and her brother is out of town, the only person Reader can call is her brother's best friend.

Based on a TikTok by @ Read_between.the_wines

Warning: 18+, oral (f receiving), angst, fluff, unprotected sex.

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The date had been going well for roughly three minutes before the jackass in front of me commented on what I had ordered. The guy had asked me out to Enzo’s and like hell would I order a salad when I could have pasta. As soon as the words “Chicken Alfredo'' came from my lips he scoffed and casually shook his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should be eating all those carbs.” then he looked to the waiter and said, “She’ll have the Caesar salad and I’ll take an 8-ounce serolin, well done.” 

“But-” I had tried to interrupt. 

“No but’s. You shouldn’t be eating pasta, all that will turn to fat.” 

I frowned and sat back in my chair, hands white-knuckling the seat. He ended up snapping the waiter away and then preceded to only talk about himself for the next fifteen minutes. He even had the audacity to firmly grip my knee under the table. It wasn’t in a nice grip either, it was a tight, bruising grip that felt a little like he was claiming ownership over me.

The more he talked and the tighter he gripped my leg the more I sunk into my chair. I barely ate any of the salad when it came and my stomach felt like it was in knots and not in a good way. 

“Sorry, can I excuse myself for a moment?” I asked, pretending I had to go to the restroom. 

The guy waved me off and I quickly grabbed my clutch and bolted to the back hallway. Out of sight, I dug in my purse for the thick rectangle that was my cell phone. I went to dial my older brother’s number but stopped when I remembered he was currently not in Hawkins. Then I remembered Eddie, Steve’s best friend. 

He was a gruff metalhead who I knew would have no trouble with this guy. So, I dialed his number as fast as I could and thanked whatever god there was that he answered within one ring. 

“Eddie Munson, at your service.” His voice rang through the receiver in a gruff melody. 

“Eds?” I whispered. “Can you come and get me from Enzo’s? Stevie isn’t here to save me and the guy I’m on a date with is giving me some really bad vibes.” 

“Yeah princess, I can come get you. Just sit tight and I’ll be there in five.” I could hear the short strain in his voice, no longer melodious. 

“Thanks, Eds, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my best friend’s baby sister.” 

I huffed at being called that. “Eddie, I’m twenty-three, Steve is only a year older than me.” 

“You’re still the baby, Princess.”

“Shut up and come get me already. I can’t handle him gripping my leg anymore, I think I can see his handprint bruising my knee.” I gave him no time to answer back before pressing the END button and walked as casually as I could back to my seat. 

The guy hadn’t moved an inch, still munching on his food. I grazed my salad as I kept my eyes trained on the door, watching for the familiar shag of long, dark, curly hair to enter. Minutes later the loud revving of a motorcycle engine prickles my ears and my head shoots to look from the door out the windows. Eddie is taking his helmet off and swung his leg over his bike before practically stomping his way inside the restaurant. When his eyes meet mine he's on me in a second, hands picking me up from my seat and eyes roaming over me. 

“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked. 

I just nodded, trying to get his hand off of me so I could start walking for the door. “I’m fine, I just really wanna go home Eds.”

“Okay, let’s go.” He snatched up my hand and pulls me along with him but we stop in our tracks when I am held back by another firm grip on my other wrist. 

“Dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girl?” My rude date exclaimed, the whole restaurant going quiet at his volume. 

Eddie takes one swift look at the guy's hand squeezing tightly onto my wrist and then at the uncomfortableness on my face before he pries the handoff and pouches the guy backward. 

With blown eyes and crazy hair, Eddie points a long bony finger at him. “Don’t you ever lay a finger on her again, got it? If you do, I’ll fucking kill you, fucking cunt.” He practically spat the words in the guy's face, leaving him stunned.

Eddie took my hand again and walked me outside to his bike where he looked me over once more. “You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, Eds, I’m sure. I just want to go home now.” 

“Alright, but let me get a look at that knee.” Eddie reached down to pull my knee into the light of the street lamp and examined the faint hand mark that was starting to show. His breath caught in his lungs. “I should go back in there and fuck him up. Who the fuck does this to someone?” 

“Eddie, calm down.” I placed my hands on his firm chest, looking up into his rage-filled eyes, they softened when they met mine. I felt a small tingle erupt in my stomach as he looked at me. 

He sighed and reached behind him on the seat for his helmet. "I'm calm. Here, let's put this on." He moved the straps to the side end and placed the helmet on my head, adjusting it so it wouldn't fall off.

My heart raced as his calloused fingers brushed the skin of my neck. 

"Thank you." I smiled at him through the visor. He only nodded and seated himself on the bike. He reached his hand out and I took it, stabilizing myself as I tried to seat myself behind him without flashing everyone. Dresses really weren't made for riding motorcycles. 

"What about your helmet?" I asked, concerned.

"Haven't got a second one."

My breath hitched as my chest came into contact with his back and his arms reached behind him to take mine and hug them around him. 

We had gone to school together and graduated the same year, and even though he was friends with my brother, we had never really hung out before. I had never thought of him in a way that had my stomach erupting in butterflies, until now. The way he had barged into the restaurant and checked on me, the way he had put that douchebag in his place, it all had me wishing I could take care of the slow ache that was manifesting itself between my legs.

I hadn’t realized it but my hands had been roaming over his chest, stomach, and thighs the whole time we were driving. My subconscious took over as I thought of how hot Eddie had looked all angry. 

Had I been paying attention, I would have realized far sooner that we were not headed back to my house, rather we were now pulling into the spot where Eddie parked his bike at his trailer. 

When the engine cut off, I spoke up. 

"Eddie, why are we here? I asked you to take me home." My fingers were fumbling with the straps to take it off. 

Eddie stood and climbed off the bike, careful not to accidentally push me off. I stopped fooling with the straps when his own hands came to take it off and toss it somewhere behind him. 

I gasped as he pulled my face up to look at his. His eyes were dark and his brow was quirked up. 

"What made you think that you touching me like that would make me want to take you anywhere but my place?"

"I- I-" I was at a loss for words.

He stared down at me, face crowding mine. "Do you want me, Princess?" He asked and I sputtered on my own breath. 

"I- Eddie we can't." I averted my eyes from his.

His hand came up to hold my chin, pushing me to make eye contact. "Ah ah ah. That's not what I asked. Do. You. Want. Me?"

The emphasis on each work had my legs quaking and if I hadn't already been seated on the bike, I would have fallen to the ground from how weak my knees were."

In my head, I had a battle of my thoughts. Eddie was my brother's best friend, sleeping with him was a line that shouldn't be crossed. But on the other hand, he was right here, standing tall and attractive, literally offering himself up. 

My own selfish desires won out in the end as I slowly nodded my head. "Yes, I want you."

Before I could even register it, Eddie had slammed his mouth on mine. I leaned up into the kiss, small moans leaving me as I pushed my hand up into his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands roamed my body before hooking around my waist and lifting me off the bike. We stayed connected as he carefully led us both up the stairs and into the already unlocked trailer door. 

I pulled away from him, gasping for air. Eddie moved his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting into the skin. 

“Eddie,” I pushed at his shoulders. 

“Mmm,” He hummed into me. 

“Need you right now.” My fingers gripped his denim vest, pushing it off his shoulders with force. Next came his leather jacket, and they both found their new home on the floor of his living room. I smiled and pushed my lips back onto his, sighing at the feel. The taste of him was something I never knew I needed but now that I had had it, I couldn’t live without it. 

I wiggled under the touch of his fingers as they graze down from my hips and to the backs of my legs. He pinched the skin there lightly, then pulled me to him. “Jump,” he said and I did it. Jumping as he pulled me to him and wrapped my legs around his waist. The hem of my dress bunched up over my ass, leaving his hands to play with the soft lacy fabric of my panties. 

“God, you’re such a dream.” He whispered into my mouth. His feet moved then, walking us back to his bedroom “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you in my bed.” Eddie slowly bent down, laying me over the crumpled sheets of his messy bed. My hair spread out in a halo around my head and as he let go of me to lean back, he smiled. “So funckin’ beautiful.”

I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks, heat filtering through my whole body, collecting in my face and between my legs. 

“Shut up and fuck me already.” I whimpered out, hands reaching for him to pull him by the faded band tee back into me. 

Together we were a hurricane of limbs and discarded clothes on his bed. Hidden beneath the layers of jackets and chains was a nice sculpted chest with muscled rippling as he moved. I couldn’t help myself from placing my hands on the tattooed skin and feeling how soft he was. His hands in turn pushed up my body, cupping my breasts before setting his mouth on them. 

I moaned softly at the feeling of him sucking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the perked skin, my other hand massaging my other breast. I arched into his touch and whined when he let go with a pop to bless the second nipple. He stayed there for a few minutes before kissing his way down my stomach and between my thighs. I was in such a state of bliss I hardly had any words other than, yes, falling from my lips. 

Eddie’s fingers softly touched the skin of my mound, pulling the lips apart gently and breathing a breath. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He smirks and my blush heats up my face. “Bet you taste even better.” 

With that, Eddi plunged his tongue between my slit, lapping at the wetness that had begun to pool there. My head was thrown back into the sheets, and my hair was tossed into my eyes. It felt so good to have him licking me up, humming at the taste. 

My hips bucked into his mouth as he kept cucking on my clit, drawing more moans from me. 

“Fuck, Eddie. So good.” I whined out, hands pulling at his hair. 

“I know Princess.” He grins against my pussy before going back in, tongue teasing my hole this time. 

I writhed under him, air leaving my lungs. My walls clenched around nothing as he barely pushed his tongue inside me. 

“Eddie, Please, need you in me.” I tugged on his hair. 

He didn’t respond, only moving one hand to push two of his thick fingers into my cunt. I cried out in pleasure, hips moving in time with the thrusts of his hand. The wet noises filling the room only made me wetter, it felt like I was practically gushing around him. 

A tightness in my stomach was quickly approaching and I knew I was about to cum. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” I cried out, hips moving uncontrollably as he continued to pump his fingers in and out while sucking on my clit. He only hummed into me before I was pushed over the edge, my body shaking as I came.

Eddie removed his hand and mouth from my pussy and leaned back on his knees as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly he crawled up my body and smiled at my blissful expression. “You sound so beautiful when you cum for me. Gonna need to hear that again.” He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could taste my arousal on him. 

Slowly, his hand grasped his cock and guided it between my legs, pushing it against my hole. 

“Please,” I begged, “need it so bad.” My hands reached around his shoulders, pulling him to me. 

Then, he pushed into me. The stretch was more consuming than that of his fingers, I could feel the pleasurable pain shooting through my body as he bottomed out in me, his breath ragged and shaky. 

“Fuck, So fucking tight baby.” He moaned into my mouth. 

“Move.” I was pleased, legs wrapping around his waist as he began to slowly move his hips. 

Short cries left me as he began to pick up his pace until he was practically pounding furiously into my cunt. We were both grunting together like animals as we writhed against one another. The room was hot and it smelled like sex, an arousing, foggy scent. 

I had cum once and so I was close to cumming a second time, my pussy sensitive. It didn’t help that Eddie had moved his thumb the rub fast circles onto my clit. I was trying to hold it in but I couldn’t. I let out a cry to warn him of my impending orgasm and all he did was coo into my ear. 

“Let go princess, let go. I’ve got you.” 

And I did, I let the fire in the pit of my abdomen erupt through me, the loud moans enough to probably wake the whole trailer park. My body shook as he pistoned into me, riding my orgasm out and tipping over into his. 

The uneven thrusts of his hips clued me into his fast-approaching orgasm and when he came, cum coating my overworked and spasming walls, I cried out. 

Eddie fell over on top of me, exhausted. I giggled as he brushed his hair away from both our faces and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. 

“Can't believe I waited so long to fuck you like that. Better than I had imagined.”  He grinned, rolling over onto his side. 

I cuddled up into his side, needing his warmth as the room seemed to quickly cool down. “You imagined us together?” I asked surprised at his words. 

“Well yeah, for a few years now.” He stated that it was something I should have known. 

“I’ve thought about it too. Although more recently than a few years.”

Eddie just grinned and shook his head. 

I was quiet for a moment, thoughts swirling in my head. “Eddie?” I spoke up.

“Hum?” 

“Thank you for coming to get me earlier. That guy was a real jackass.” 

He laughed. “I'll always come to your rescue Princess.” 

“You’ll be my knight in shining leather?”

“The one and only.”

“So, are we gonna talk to Steve about this?” I ask, gesturing to ourselves. 

“I’d rather not die, but If you want to, we can. But that depends on what this is.” 

I thought for a second. We couldn’t really go back to normal, could we? Things would be too awkward. But did I want to risk possibly dating Eddie? What if this ruined not only our friendship but his friendship with my brother?

“Hey, hey, hey, I can practically see steam spewing from your ears at how hard you’re thinking.” He chuckled, placing a hand on my cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“I think I’d like to try. Us, I mean. We can tell Stevie but just not right now, give it a month or two.” 

“Alright Princess, I can do that.”

[abiiors]

Oooo for bbf!george blurbs how about the first time they meet each other??

oh the first time they meet each other george is 13 and reader is 11 so there isn’t much of a story there i’m afraid so i’ll give you their first like significant moment that forms a friendship between them outside of their relationships with matty (reader is 15 and george is 17)

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summer afternoons of your childhood are the one thing you remember with all the fondness in the world.

riding around on your bike in the neighborhood, wind in your hair, and warm sweat trickling down your back. your thighs burn from the exertion but your mouth is stretched into a wide smile. the cicadas are loud and everywhere smells faintly of roses.

in a moment of stupidity you close your eyes and tilt your head up to the skies—savouring the smell of the roses and the speed of the wind and the sound of your bicycle gears.

it feels good to be whimsical… that is until you open your eyes and gasp at the tiny cat that’s ran onto the road, right in front of you.

panic fills your chest, you don’t have enough time to break your speed, and oh shit the cat is so close. desperately, you swerve to the left.

the world tilts. the whole bike wobbles, you let a sound somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, and the pavement comes closer.

next thing you know, there’s a sting on your palms and pain flares across your knee that’s now a bloody mess. your bike’s on the street, tires still spinning hopelessly.

fortunately, no one was out on the streets to see your embarrassing little accident. no one except for the cat maybe, who turns up its nose at you and goes back to sniffing some bushes.

you huff, manage to stand up and dust yourself off. then you limp back home.

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your parents aren’t home, it’s the middle of the day after all, so you beeline straight to your brother’s room.

by now the blood has run down your shin and down to your ankles, soaking the rim of your socks and turning it red. you sniffle—your pretty daisy-patterned sock. now unsalvageable.

still, you quietly limp up the stairs and stand outside of matty’s door holding back tears. sure you need help but you’re still a big girl and big girls don’t cry. so you scrub at your eyes and knock on his door.

“matty? you in there?” it’s barely a wobbly whisper.

a few seconds later the doorknob turns and you loose a sigh of relief. the door creeks open and george’s face comes into view.

“hey,” he shuffles awkwardly. “thought you were matty.”

so did i, you think but swallow the words.

“where is he?”

“gone to the shop,” george says. “we needed some ci—snacks.”

you roll your eyes at his obvious attempt to cover for matty. (as if you won't know what your brother gets up to when he thinks your parents have gone to bed) but the door is properly open now and george is fully in view.

for a moment the pain in your knee ebbs away as you take in his tall frame. he's so much taller than matty, so much broader too. and when he crosses his arms in front of his chest, they look... rather nice.

then george clears his throat and you're once again reminded of the wound.

"uh... it's fine. i'll come back once matty's home." with that, you turn around, trying not to sniffle until you're completely out of his earshot.

"wait," he speaks again, "shit, are you okay?"

you turn around to look at him and notice his eyes trained on your bloody knee. tiny spots of blood are on the floor too trailing you to and away from matty's room. you wince as another wave of pain hits and try to nod.

"is this why you were looking for matty? come on, i can help you."

his casualness makes you hesitate. sure, you've known george for ages now, have seen him around your house and talking to your parents. you've interacted with him once or twice, said a quick hello maybe. but you don't know george.

"come on," he urges again and props matty's bedroom door wide open.

gingerly, you step into the room and study george from a distance. he's always been more of a presence on the side in your life--quieter than matty is, a still counterpart to your brother's constant chaos.

george grabs a nearby chair and gestures for you to sit. quickly, he disappears in the ensuite and you hear sounds of shuffling, cupboards opening and closing shut. then he steps out of the bathroom and returns to you with a first aid kit.

"let's see what we've got here," he murmurs more to himself and kneels down in front of you.

quickly, george pours some disinfectant on a cotton ball and you watch the crease between his brows deepen as he gently examines your scraped knee.

you flinch when the medicine touches the open wound but his hand rests on your calf, holding your leg in place.

"sorry," his face turns sheepish. "i'll try to be quick, okay?"

instead of responding, you take the moment to study him. his dark hair fall into his eyes and his touch is surprisingly gentle. not something you would associate with a teenage boy. (definitely not the boys you know) it's strange, though, to have someone take care of you like this, especially someone you haven't really spoken to before.

"how did you fall?" he asks and you blink to focus back on his words.

"uh... well," a flush creeps up your cheeks at the thought of telling him what really happened. "a cat ran in front of my bike. i had to swerve and lost my balance."

george tsks. "those little cretins--"

"oi!"

now that makes him smile as he takes in your sudden outburst.

"it was just a baby, okay? they're daft sometimes." you wring your hands together, suddenly feeling more self-conscious than before.

george finishes cleaning your scraped knee and reaches for the band-aid in the first aid kit. as he carefully places it over the wound, he looks up and catches your eyes.

"so you like cats then?"

"yeah, yeah they're cute. my mum won't let me get one though. she says i'll be too busy to take care of it. and the dogs might hurt it. but i'm not stupid i--"

you catch the amused expression on his face and quickly shut your mouth.

"my sister has a cat," he supplies and starts packing the first aid kit back up. "i'm sure she'd let you play with him if you want. he's a bit stupid though." george snorts and you can't help but laugh along.

"it's a cat, george. they're all stupid."

this time when he smiles, it's a little crooked and lopsided. there's genuine warmth in his eyes too and it fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"thank you... for helping me."

"no worries," he stands up and smooths out his jeans. "anytime you need a hand—or a band-aid—i'm here."

and just like that he's gone from the room and back in the ensuite to put the kit away. quickly, you scramble to leave. there's the silly little butterflies in your stomach and there's no need for him to see you flustered or blushing. no need for matty to catch you in his room when he's not home.

so you quickly leave his room, knee feeling much better than before and a giant, goofy smile etched on your face. sure, it's silly. you are well aware that it's very teenage girl of you to feel like this.

what you don't know though is that inside matty's bathroom, george has an equally giant goofy grin on his face.

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Six

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Six Summary: Syverson has an unusual request for Marshall which leads him to a decision that could change the fate of the Brotherhood forever.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.4k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Six Warnings: Smutty thoughts, angst, fluff.

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne. Its been a while since I've written Walter and I've never written his POV so I hope you all enjoy it.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Marshall

When Sy brought her out of the room with his arm around her, both of them were flushed and looked a little tousled. For half a second I felt a stabbing pain of jealousy and I wanted to look away. Then I saw him run the back of his finger down her cheek with a tenderness I had never seen in the Brother. The moment appeared so private and so personal, like it had been when she slept in his arms, it seemed wrong to look at them.

You’ve gone soft Walter, I told myself. But I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. 

Despite all of it, I was happy for him because I hoped he was going to get a chance to make up for some of the mistakes of his past and move through them. He wasn’t all the way healed yet. Like all of us, his scars, his pain, and his trauma ran deep. I spoke to him truthfully last night; he deserved her as much as any of us arseholes did. I wouldn’t stop him and I would hurt any of the Brothers who got in his way. 

I glanced at Walker, yes even him.

Although I didn’t hold the same level of animosity against Walker as Sy did, I understood their rivalry. They were both capable leaders, both could have been president, but in the end, Walker had connections that Sy didn’t have. It wasn’t just Sy being put out that he had to bow to Walker’s leadership though; Walker had never let Sy forget his loss, throwing his position in his face for years until Geralt had a word with him. Sometimes I think we all fucked up and should have made Geralt Pres, but Geralt wouldn’t hear of it.

Sy helped her put her jacket on, her helmet and gloves. Walker revved his Dyna impatiently and Sy threw daggers at him as he languidly got on his bike. His face was mostly covered by his helmet but I could imagine the smirk on Sy’s face as Lori climbed on behind him and held him tight. As soon as she was settled, Walker took off and Mike, who was cruising in the front with him, had to light his back tire up to catch him.

Shaking my head, I looked over at Geralt who was mirroring my gesture. Unspoken, we knew something had to be done about the situation between Sy and Walker before it got way out of hand.

We stopped for lunch at a truck stop. The food was awful but the bathrooms were clean and that made up for a lot. Lori, Sy, Mike and I sat in a booth together while Walker and Geralt sat in another.

Mike talked incessantly, but she seemed to like it, smiling and giggling through his constant chatter. Sy didn’t seem to mind that Mike kept monopolising her attention and looked at the two of them like an indulgent uncle, happy for the younger ones to be getting along. 

Sy kept throwing me looks however, like he was trying to work something out in his head and thought maybe I’d have the answers. 

At one point Lori leaned into Sy and he put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. I saw her close her eyes and it looked like she shivered with pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut and looked away, avoiding eye contact with both of them until food arrived.

I was in my own world as I ate, trying not to think when I realised everyone was quiet and looking at me.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” I said, putting my almost finished burger down and taking a sip of my coke.

Lori smiled at me while Mike scowled. “Babycakes asked if you ever played football.”

“You mean American Football?” I asked.

Lori nodded. “What other kind is there?”

I raised my eyebrows.

“Here we go,” Sy said, chuckling. “You’ve opened a can o’ worms here, sugar.”

Deciding to take it easy on her, I forewent the explanation of “football” versus “soccer” and answered in the spirit of her question. “No. I played rugby.”

“Oh, I’ve seen that. It’s like football, but no helmets, right?”

“There’s more to it than that, but yes.”

“So you’re English?”

I let myself smile. “What gave me away?”

She laughed softly, dropping her eyes a moment and she tucked a stray bit of hair behind her ear as if she were embarrassed by stating the obvious. Jesus, she was pretty and her throaty laugh warmed me enough that for a second I imagined what her deep mahogany waves would look like fanned over my pillow like a corona as she threw her head back with a moan.

Mike interrupted then, inserting himself back into the conversation and I was relieved when her attention was diverted. But every so often Lori would look over at me and smile. Sy kept throwing those pondering glances and again, I wondered what he was up to.

After we ate, Sy handed Lori over to Mike and lit a cigarette as he called me aside. I lit a smoke myself and followed him out of earshot.

“Walker is sending me on a job when we get back,” Sy said with no preamble.

I was only slightly surprised. I took a long drag on my smoke. “Want me to go instead?”

“It’s a logistics job, so it’s got to be me.”

“How long are you going for?”

“Walker says two days to a week, so who knows. I haven’t seen the brief yet.”

“What about her?”

I took the risk to look at Lori. She was sitting on the curb outside the diner having a cigarette with Mike who was telling her a story, his arms moved wildly. She was bloody breathtaking with her hair all mussed up from her helmet, her long legs bent with an elbow resting on her knee and hand covering her face a moment as she laughed at whatever Mike was telling her. 

Sy took a deep breath. “That’s what I want to talk to you about.”

My eyebrows shot up. “What do you need, Brother?”

Sy sucked in another deep lungful of his cigarette and stared at me. His eyes squinted almost shut as he looked towards the sun behind me and blew the smoke out again before he spoke as if he were still making up his mind what he should say. 

“I wantcha to take care of her,” he finally said.

I felt my brows draw down low as I tried to process what he was asking of me. “You’re gonna have to be clearer than that, Sy.”

He sniffed and glanced over at the girl before he looked at the ground. “Just be there for her. Keep her occupied, away from Walker.”

“Fuck,” I swore under my breath.

“I know what I’m askin’…”

“No, you fucking don’t,” I said harshly. “You’re setting me up to betray you, my Brother.”

Squinting again, Sy looked me in the eyes. “It ain’t betrayal if you have permission.”

I blinked. Completely floored, I stared at Sy my mouth working several times before I was able to speak. “What the fuck are you talking about? She isn’t a whore to just pass around.”

“Fuck, I shoulda asked Geralt,” Sy ran a hand over his close cropped hair, “He was the one who put the damn idea in my head in the first place.” 

He turned away in frustration and I grabbed hold of his arm.

“Wait a minute. What did Geralt say to you?”

“That she could choose more than one of us.”

I took a step back. “Fucking hell.”

“Look, I know we all want her—”

“Syverson—”

“Let me finish, God damn it,” Sy growled. I put my arms up and he continued. “We all want her. Geralt’s of the mind she can have all of us if she wants to, I don’t doubt Mike would go for that too. But, Mike’s too young to stand up to Walker. It’ll still be up to her. I ain’t sayin’ ya gotta force yourself on her or nothin’. Just give her the option.”

“So, this is all about Walker? Are you so fucked up that you’d give up a chance at happiness, just to spite Walker?” I shook my head. He can’t be fucking serious. “She could choose Walker anyway, you know? Then where would you be? Sharing her with him?”

“He only wants her to fuck with me,” Sy growls. “The rest of you, I see it in your eyes, you care about her the same as me. This ain’t a competition for us. And you’re my Brothers, and… Fuck.” Sy grabbed me by the back of the neck, drawing our faces together until he was looking me in the eye. “And I trust you with everythin’, with my fuckin’ life, with hers. Ya feel me?” His jaw jutted forward, and his grip on my neck tightened. “If you’re who she wants, if any of y’all are who she wants, or if she wants us all, then I’ll do it for her and I’ll do it for you. Ya get it?”

Fuck, he was serious. He was actually considering this shite. And not just considering it, he seemed hellbent on it; his eyes burned with a passion I’d rarely seen from him before. 

I put my hands on his shoulders. “Alright, Sy. Alright, my Brother. Relax, okay? She’s looking this way.”

“Fuck.” He let me go and took a few steps back, making sure not to look in her direction. “Is she comin’ over?”

“No.”

“Good.” Sy rolled his shoulders a few times, releasing built-up tension. “So what do you think?”

“I think you and Geralt are living in some kind of fantasy if you think this could possibly lead to anything other than disaster.”

“I thought so too, but…” Sy shrugged, “I don’t know. I still don’t wanna leave, but knowin’ that you’d be with her takes the edge off. Something about it feels right.”

“Syverson, I—”

“Do me a solid and just think about it, alright? For me, Brother.”

I nodded, still too shocked to really argue with him. Sy returned the gesture, turned abruptly on his heels, and walked swiftly over to Lori. He squatted in front of her, resting his chin on her bent knees. Without looking at him, she reached out and scratched at his beard, I could almost hear him purr in response.

He doesn’t mean it. There’s no way. He thinks he does, that’s what it is. He’s so fucking narrowminded when it to Walker that he’d rather see himself share her with another man than risk the chance that he’d lose her to Walker.

“You gonna do it?” Geralt spoke from behind.

“Do what exactly? Throw myself at my Brother’s girl, pretending it's ok cause he wants me to?” I spat bitterly. “How could you put this lunacy into his fucking head?” 

“He’s got no claim on her.”

Slack jawed, I gestured to Sy, still on his haunches in front of Lori, he still hadn't taken his eyes off her.

“Even if he hasn’t fucked her, look at him. He’s a bloody lovesick puppy. I can’t take that away from him.”

Geralt put a hand on my shoulder and made me look at him. “You won’t be. She looks at him the same way.”

“Then what’s the point? She’s made her choice.”

“She looks at all of us the same way.”

I looked at her, really looked at the way she was staring at Mike. Then her eyes drifted to Geralt then slowly to mine, and she smiled when she saw I was looking at her. Fuck, Geralt was right, she’s attracted to all of us.

“I need to think about this.”

“Don’t take too long, or I’ll move in myself.” Geralt said and grinned. “I will anyway. But I’ll let you have the first shot.” I looked at him sharply and his grin turned into a laugh. “That look tells me, you’ve made your mind up, you just haven’t told yourself yet.”

I grunted. I lit another cigarette craving another hit of that antsy rush as the nicotine hit my blood stream. Geralt patted my shoulder, leaving me with a hum and a sinking feeling in my chest.

Pizza was ordered and somehow we all ended up in Lori’s room eating and knocking back a few beers. Except for Walker and his absence was noted.

“Is he always left out or is it because of me?” Lori asked me quietly. 

She was sitting between Sy and I against the headboard of the bed, while Mike and Geralt sat cross legged across from us. The pizza was long gone and I was on my third beer. I should have stopped at one, but after my talk with Sy earlier, I needed the extra buzz.

“I can see there’s tension between Sy and Walker and I don’t want to make it worse,” Lori shrugged, “I know how shit can go when there’s issues between members and it usually isn’t pretty.”

“He could be here if he wanted to. Walker often chooses his own company.”

“Still, I feel kind of bad for him.” She dropped her head a little, scratching at the label of her beer bottle.

“Don’t worry about it, Lori,” I said, lowering my own head to catch her eye. “The issues between Sy and Walker go way back. If it wasn’t you, they’d argue about the colour of the sky.”

She gave me a half smile and nodded before turning her attention back to the guys.

I took some time to really observe what was going on here. The dynamic was oddly normal. Lori slotted into the group easily, almost like she’d always meant to be with us. It wasn’t exactly the same as it was when we first became Brothers, even Mike had changed that dynamic, but like him she enhanced us, as if the four of us had been waiting for him and now her. 

If you had told me a month ago that a woman would come into our lives that we all developed feelings for, I would never have imagined this scene. I would have envisioned a growing animosity between us, a heightened level of competition, of each of us trying to outdo each other for her attention. But again, oddly, it was the opposite. She was bringing us together in a way that I thought would be impossible. It hardly made sense. It seemed to go against every instinct I had and yet… Could it work? Could we all be with her? Would it be enough for us?

The only spanner in the works was Walker. And really, that was an issue for Sy and Walker to work out. Lori didn’t begin the animosity between them, but her presence has accelerated its cancerous growth.

And she had noticed. She was aware of the way Walker held himself aloof from the rest of us sometimes. He was as much my Brother as the others, my loyalty to him was as strong but there had always been a distance between him and the rest of us. For a brief moment, I entertained the possibility that she could be the key to unlocking his final walls, to bring him closer to the rest of us and finally settling the futile peacocking that went on between him and Sy.

But that was a ridiculous thought and I was getting way ahead of myself. 

I finished the last of my beer and caught Geralt’s eye. He seemed to be thinking the same thing I was and dipped his head slightly. 

“Right,” I said, climbing off the bed, “Come on Mike, let's get some rest before our shifts start.”

Mike opened his mouth seemingly in protest, but I gave him a firm look and his mouth snapped shut. Mike glanced at Sy and Lori and had enough sense to yawn and ungracefully stretch. 

“Yeah, I’m a little tired.”

We silently tidied up the empty beer bottles and pizza boxes and when we were finished Lori looked at us a little awkwardly.

“Well, goodnight,” she said.

Mike said goodbye first, giving her a kiss on the cheek and a hug, not as flirtatious as he had yesterday, but he whispered something in her ear that made her smile and her cheeks warm as she stepped out of his embrace.

“Night Geralt,” she said softly, perhaps even a little shyly.

“Lori,” he said simply pausing briefly to nod his head in her direction as he walked past her and followed Mike out the door.

Then she turned her attention to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I think I hummed as I returned her embrace. I could feel the rise and fall of her chest, the soft tickle of her warm breath on my neck and my eyes slid shut on their own accord. She stood on her toes and suddenly my nose was in her hair, her fragrance unavoidable, delicate and intoxicating in its fresh, sweet, citrusy aroma.

“Good night, Marshall,” she whispered.

My heart was thumping harder than my Fat Boy at idle as I let her go. I held her at arms length by the shoulders. She was beautiful. She had an easy, unpretentious, girl next door sexuality that made me want to crawl inside her and make her filthy. 

Fuck.

As if her skin was suddenly a hotplate, I let her go.

“Night, Babycakes,” I said. My tone was a little deep, but at least it didn’t waver, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Her brows furrowed, “Aren’t you on duty tonight?”

“We’ll be standing watch outside your room,” I explained. Geralt had a word with Walker and it was agreed that Sy would stay the night with Lori and the rest of us would guard the door outside. How Geralt convinced Walker to allow it, I’ll never know.

“Sy?” Lori said, turning to him.

“I was going to stay with you, like last night,”

Lori looked at the floor and her cheeks flushed slightly. 

“If you don’t want me too, I’m sure I can…”

“No, no,” Lori said quickly, “I’d like you to stay.”

Sy grinned and cupped Lori’s cheeks, tilting her face up to his.

Not wanting to intrude on what was undoubtedly about to take place, I left quickly. However, Sy surprised me by following me outside after telling Lori he’d be back in a minute.

Mike was smoking and Geralt was leaning against the wall, their heads both lifting as Sy and I came out.

“Aren’t you staying with Babycakes or did she kick your old ass ou–Ouch!” Mike grunted. 

Geralt smirked as he dropped his arm by his side and Mike threw him a murderous look as he rubbed the back of his head. I scoffed. If Mike only knew what Sy and Geralt had in mind.

Sy shook his head, and ignored Mike. 

Geralt smirked and threw an arm around the kid. “Come on, little Brother,” he said and took him off to his room. 

When they were out of earshot, Sy spoke to me in a low voice as he pulled a cigarette out of his packet, “Did ya think about what I asked?”

“Yeah.” I said. 

“And?”

“I’ll do it,” I sighed.

Sy took a deep breath and let it out roughly. “Thank you, Brother.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. “Don’t fucking thank me yet. What are you going to tell Lori?”

“I already told her, if she needs anythin’ and I ain’t around she should go to you.”

“I think you should tell her more than that.”

Sy took a long drag on his cigarette before crushing it beneath his foot. “Yeah. I’ll speak to her.”

He stood for a while, flicking his zippo between his fingers. Mike and Geralt had left, no doubt going to get some rest before their shifts began.

“Hey, man. Maybe you should spend some time with her tonight,” Sy said. “Let her get comfortable with ya before I leave tomorrow. I can take an hour of your shift, wait here and—”

“No Brother,” I interrupted. He was really serious. Part of me thought he’d take it all back once he realised what he agreed to and what it would mean for him. “You don’t know when you’ll be back.”

Sy’s eyes were drawn to the motel door. “Yeah,” he agreed.

I patted his shoulder. “Go on, she’ll be waiting.”

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fallingforyou (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

@its-mikha asked: Sweetie, maybe..Can you do an Duncan Shepherd x Reader where the reader and Duncan are BBF since they were kids, Y/N is now famous liberal journalist in all DC, strange no? a liberal journalist and a republican lobbyist being friends. Well, they both love politics (in there on ways) But this not about politics, this is about some confession that Y/N NEEDS to tell to his friend, but what happened if he doesn't feel the same thing as her? She couldn't risk to lost his only friend mostly, fluff :3

A/N: This was too cute and I was gonna just make this a small blurb but I kept going whoopsies! Hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for sending it in!

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     A nudge on your calf broke you out of your daze. 

     “You okay, Y/N?” Duncan asked from his spot beside you on the sofa. In public, his appearance was pristine. Pressed slacks, expensive watch, perfectly polished oxfords, not a single wave in his dirty blonde head out of place. But in the confines of his gigantic apartment, you’d never be able to tell that that same Duncan, the Duncan that wouldn’t be caught dead with a wrinkle in his shirt, was sitting beside you. He was completely at peace. Hips clad in grey joggers, wearing an old college tee with letters faded past the point of recognition. Glasses with large, clear frames hung low on the bridge of his nose, Duncan having been too lazy to press them back up due to the takeout tray of DC’s greasiest Chinese takeout in his hands. He was comfortable here, claiming that you were the only person he’d ever let see him like this. You were his best friend, which had posed quite the problem as of lately.

     “Mhmm,” you gave him your best fake smile, pretending your mouth was too full of chow mein to give a proper response.

     “Liar. You’ve been acting weird all night. For the past few weeks, actually. First, you haven’t said more than 5 words this whole time. Second, you didn’t even try to fight me when I turned off CNN. Not one smartass remark about Ted Cruz or the new legislation from the Senate. You haven’t even pried once to get me to talk about how the votes are gonna go for the session tomorrow. Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You seem to forget that we’ve known each other since we were 7. I know when something’s up.”

     “I’m fine, Duncan. Just tired. Work’s been kicking my ass. My boss wants that piece I’ve been working on about the Women’s March for the past 8 weeks soon and I just want to make sure it’s perfect.” You reached over and plucked a potsticker from his plate with your chopsticks, hoping the playful gesture would make him drop the subject.

     Duncan just glared at you from the opposite end of the couch. He was good at reading you. Too good for your liking, but he’d had nearly 20 years of experience. You two met in second grade and had been joined at the hip ever since. You learned how to ride bikes together, got drunk for the first time together, learned how to roll joints together, held each other through your first heartbreaks. Together, you made quite the odd pair. You’d taken different paths in college, him going off to work for his conservative lobbyist family and you taking a position with a well-known liberal journalist company, but he knew you like the back of his hand. You knew him just as well.

     “Okay, well I still don’t believe you. So you’re gonna have to start talking because I’m not leaving until I find out what’s got you in a mood.” You huffed at his prying and fixed your eyes back to the television, trying to concentrate on whatever the narrow-minded Republican news anchor was rambling on about.

     You’d come to the realization in the past few weeks that you loved Duncan. Not in a platonic way. Not the mutual love you had for each other having literally grown up together. You were in love with him, it just hadn’t struck you until recently. A boy you’d been seeing for 2 months broke it off suddenly, claiming that you cared more about spending time with Duncan than him. He was just insecure, or so you thought. After some reflecting, you realized his sarcastic remark of, “God! It’s like you’re in love with him or something!” was right on the nose. But it wasn’t the giddy, infatuating love that spurred on you suddenly. It was the slow, gradual progression from companionship and genuine admiration into an all-consuming love you weren’t quite able to explain with words. The lengthy stares you gave as he passed by you after a shower, a short towel wrapped around his waist, or the way you’d catch yourself staring at the beauty mark on his top lip couldn’t be dismissed. It was your mind pining for the boy you barely remembered not having in your life. You didn’t think you could ever be this comfortable around anyone in your life. But you knew for a fact that he didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t.

     Duncan half-heartedly tossed what was left of his dinner on the coffee table and turned his torso to face you. He leaned down to where your feet were tucked under your thighs, tugging your ankles out from beneath you in a manner that almost send the noodles in your hands flying. 

     “Duncan! What the fuck?!”

     He chuckled at the shock on your face, climbing on top of you and carefully taking the bowl from your hands, placing it on the end table beside you. He was hovering over you, propping himself up against the armrest. The close proximity of his face from yours brought a flaming heat to your cheeks and a swell of butterflies in your belly.

     “Tell me what’s wrong. Please, Y/N. I don’t like sitting here knowing something’s bothering you.” A look of genuine concern washed over his features. The wrinkles in his forehead now smooth, the muscles in his mouth relaxed, the blue-green hue of his eyes softening at the sight of you.

     “Your breath smells like shit,” you jokingly jabbed. Anything to change the subject. You weren’t ready to lose your closest friend when he found out why you’ve been acting the way you have.

     “Oh yeah?” Duncan retaliated by blowing his hot breath directly into your face, sending you into a fit of giggles and squirming.

     “You’re disgusting, Duncan. Get off me,” you breathlessly demanded, the words barely coherent from laughing. 

     “Ehh, you still love me,” Duncan stated. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before moving back to look you in the eyes.

     It felt like the room was closing in on you. With the way Duncan was looking at you and the position, you were in, it was almost like he was mocking you. It was unfair. Unfair that you felt this way and there was nothing you could do about it. Unless you were prepared to deal with whatever Duncan had to say, to hear him tell you that he didn’t feel the same, you were going to have to keep your feelings bottled up forever.

     In the silence that normally would have been comfortable between the two of you, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to jump out of your skin. Duncan’s eyes kept flickering from your eyes and to your lips, then back again. You were frozen, paralyzed under him. Your chest rapidly moving up and down, heart beating in your ears. 

      Without giving you time to brace yourself, Duncan pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and soft like he felt you might crumble beneath him if he used too much force. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even comprehend what was happening until he quickly pulled back from your face, practically jumping off of you and moving back to his corner of the couch to safety.

     “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I...I just thought that... I’m sorry.” Duncan began rolling apology after apology from his tongue, clearly mortified that he had done such a thing and that you were too shocked to reciprocate. You sat up and faced him, fingertips running over the skin of your lips that still tingled from Duncan’s touch, adrenaline pumping in your veins.

     “Duncan,” you began, a burst of confidence suddenly taking over you. You made your way to him, scooting over until you were straddled across his waist. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, fingers resting over the fabric of your sweatshirt. Well, it was Duncan’s sweatshirt, but you’d claimed it as yours long ago and he’d never bothered to put up a fight for it. With the roles reversed, you closed in on him, moving torturously slow, like you were waiting for him to stop you. But he didn’t. He met you halfway, sighing into your mouth when your lips finally melted together. His hands moved from your hips to cup the back of your head and hold you close to him, like in an instant you would regret your decision and run from him. This was it. The man you had been pining after for what felt like an eternity, the man that had been there for you through every obstacle in your life and in your career, was sitting beneath you, kissing you back.

     “I love you, Y/N. I always have,” Duncan confessed as he begrudgingly broke his lips away from yours. “I realized a long time ago that no matter how many girls I went out with, no matter how they made me feel, it was never the same as when I’m around you. You’re home. I’ve told myself that I could be happy just being your friend, that just being with you was enough even if you didn’t feel the same. And it is, it was. Seeing how upset you were over that guy that broke up with you a few weeks ago made me jealous. You deserve someone that makes you happy, not someone that makes you cry.” The color had drained from his face. Like he might vomit over everything he had just said. It was his deepest secret. And he’d just spilled his guts to the one person he’d never wanted to find out.

     “When?”

     “When, what?” His eyelids fluttered, anxiety-ridden and feeling like his heart was about to be broken into a million pieces

     “When did you realize you loved me?”

     “We were 17. You made me sneak out of my mom’s house at 3 in the morning and took me to that abandoned boat house by the dock to talk shit about your sister and smoke a bowl. Then we got chased out by that fat cop that threatened to arrest us for trespassing. I remember looking at you running through the woods and thinking there was no way in hell I’d ever do something like that for anyone else as long as I lived.” He was being honest, not a stitch of hesitation in his voice. You felt your stomach twisting in knots. This whole time you’d both been in love with each other and were too oblivious to see it. 

     “I wasn’t crying because he broke up with me, by the way,” a smile creeping onto your face. Duncan looked up at you with confusion, not knowing what you were getting at. “I was crying because he told me I was more in love with you than I was with him. I didn’t even realize it until he screamed it in my face. This whole time, the only person I cared about had been right in front of me my entire life.”

     You were both laughing now. Duncan’s hands snaked from your hips to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You could smell his obnoxiously expensive cologne mixed with the grease from dinner on his collar. 

     “Guess we’re both idiots, huh?” He rubbed soothing circles on your back as he stared at the ceiling.

     “Clearly.” you chuckled into his neck, nose brushing against the scruff you’d once been completely against, but grew to love over the years. For the first time in weeks, you relaxed around Duncan. Finally certain where you stood with him, and knowing for certain that he loved you back.

~

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World Trigger - Volume 20 Extras Part 1

I’m going to start off with the Q&A again this time, which has some very interesting implications seeded in the answers this time...

Question Corner 14

Q: Can Enedra’s ‘Vorvoros’ make things like just his hand from a distance?

A: It seems possible, but it seems he can’t make fine movements. But it’d likely be interesting if he could move it.

 Q: Can Moira’s ‘Spiralskia’ sever an object if it is inserted into the hole? Or is the window unable to close?

A: I think it won’t be able to sever it, and spit out the object instead. If it had the ability to sever, it seems likely there would be several people who’re cut in half by accident.

 Q: Can Hairoein’s ‘Alektor’ create bullets in the shape of humans?

A: It doesn’t seem like there are bullets of mammals that don’t reproduce through ‘eggs’, but he was using things that looked like jellyfish which goes planula larva -> polyp strobilation, so maybe he can.

 Q: Can ‘Alektor’s’ ability to take in trion from surrounding cubes and heal the body be used on other people’s trion bodies?

A: It doesn’t seem like he healed Moira, so it seems it can’t.

 Q: You had a character whose name means ‘pig’ in your last work (Schwein), and in this one Hus means ‘pig’ too. Is there some kind of meaning behind this?

A: There isn’t really any meaning, but since the author likes pork cutlets he might be subconsciously giving the title of ‘pig’ to capable characters.

 Q: What are the criteria used to choose the commentator and colour commentators for rank wars?

A: It seems colour commentators are mostly those who have A rank experience, but sometimes B rank captains are called up too. Anyone can be a commentator as long as they can talk, and honestly it doesn’t have to be an operator but because you need to operate equipment a lot are operators. There have been times when the commentator was a combatant or an engineer.

 Q: Kako-san doesn’t have a Gunner trigger on her main trigger side, so why is she a Shooter?

A: This comes from BBF. Thank you for reading. The positions are based on the equipped trigger with the most solo points (except All-rounders). Kako-san’s Hound (custom) that she equips in her sub has the highest solo points, and the Scorpion she equips in her main hasn’t reached 6000 points yet, so she’s a Shooter.

It looks like she wants to increase her Scorpion to over 6000 points and become an All-rounder.

In the Galopoula battle, it seems she equipped Hound (custom) in her main too in preparation for a firefight.

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Question Corner 15

Q: Can the things on a trion body like the clothes you’re wearing or shoes be taken off?

A: You can set it to can be taken off or can’t be. The composition can be simpler if set to can’t be taken off, so that can save trion cost.

Border’s on-duty combat bodies are generally made so you can only take off the outerwear.

 Q: Does Jin-san use his Side Effect in solo matches? If he does, then what is the cause when he loses?

A: It seems he uses it against A rank agents. He used it actively in his past matches with Tachikawa too. A common case of him losing has him getting absorbed in reading the future and neglecting the present as the main factor.

 Q: Up to the Large Scale Invasion, Hound was written with the kanji for ‘guided bullet’, but from rank wars it’s written with the kanji for ‘pursuing bullet’; why is this?

A: ‘Detection guidance’ which chase trion responses is written ‘guided bullet’, and ‘visual guidance’ which locks on to the target with line of sight is written ‘pursuing bullet’, but there are quite a few mistakes here and there so don’t worry about it.

 Q: Is there anyone of 18 and above who has a driver’s licence for a car or a bike?

A: Aside from Reiji who has already driven in the story, it seems Fuyushima-san, Azuma-san, Suwa, Tsutsumi, Kako-san, and Kakizaki have normal driver’s licences.

The top brass and Sawamura-san have licences too. Tachikawa doesn’t as you might expect.

Zoe has a motorbike licence, and Kage and Touma have motorised bicycle licences. It seems Arafune and Hokari want motorbike licences too.

 Q: Konami-sempai is Attacker rank no.3, does this mean she shows up in the solo rank wars? And in that case what triggers does she use?

A: Studying came first for Konami up until the end of her middle school years so she didn’t do any solo rank wars then, and only participated in the period from her middle school graduation and part way through her first year of high school.

Back then, in that period, Jin had become a Black Trigger user and Tachikawa had kind of lost his motivation, so Konami sharpened her blades against those like Kazama-san to reach all the way to Attacker rank no.1. After that, along with Tamakoma’s separation, she took a step back from rank wars, but her solo points have only been surpassed by Tachikawa and Kazama-san so she’s still Attacker no.3.

Her triggers at the time were dual-wielded Kogetsu (fairly short).

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Some thoughts:

First, is this proof that Hus does mean pig?? And does that anecdote about Kako mean that Osamu will soon be in the top 9 Shooters who participate in rank wars? Also, thank god you don't have to worry about the kanji used for the two types of Hound because I have no idea how to maintain that difference in English without making it awkward.

Finally, and most importantly, Konami is only in her 2nd year of high school which means Tamakoma only separated a year ago!! Around the same time that Usami and Karasuma joined Tamakoma...dun dun dun...

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- In-depth analysis of the product's current development phase, area, and expected release date.

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Nine

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Nine Summary: The morning after brings new developments and the Brotherhood get to work. (Sorry, I suck at summaries sometimes.)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.5k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Nine Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Part Eight Part Ten

Lori

I woke in the morning just in time to watch Sy walk across the room and go into the bathroom. Naked, of course. His broad, jacked back was covered by a tattoo of the Brotherhood’s patch and it rippled as he swung his arms.

I bit my lip as he closed the door behind him. Even nude the man had swagger. And it was no wonder because he definitely had the skills to back up his bravado.

And he had a fantastic ass. 

Fuck. Even when he isn’t in the same room, he made my mind melt.

I stretched, my body ached pleasantly as I raised my arms and pointed my toes. I heard the toilet flush and it was followed quickly by the sound of the shower.

I smiled and thought a shower would be nice. A few more hours of sleep would have been better but a shower would do. Especially with Sy. I definitely needed it after the events of last night. And earlier this morning. 

Hoping I wasn’t assuming too much, I stripped off and knocked on the bathroom door. 

“‘S open.”

I peeked my head in the door. “Want some company?” I asked a little shyly.

“Ya mean do I wanna see ya naked again? Sure.”

I laughed and shook my head. Sy opened the cubicle door and brought me into the shower.

“Ugh the water’s freezing,” I hissed, “Why do guys always have the water so damn cold?”

“‘Cause we wantcha to use us to warm up,” Sy grinned, putting a hand on my lower back and bringing me closer.

He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my mouth to his. His closed mouth kiss was soft but lingering, moving gently over my lips.

“I could kiss you all day,” he hummed. 

“Maybe you can, when you get back.”

“You’d like that?” he asked softly, as if unsure.

“I would,” I whispered. 

“If you still want to when I get back, then I’ll give ya a whole day. You, me and kisses.”

“Just kisses?” I asked, teasingly.

“I didn't specify where I'd kiss ya,” he smirked.

He kissed me again. A little harder, holding me closer and he began to thicken against my belly in quick, strong pulses that made my core instantly wet. I moved my hips, the friction making him stiffen faster and it wasn’t long before he was rocking against me in that now familiar rhythm he had that drove me crazy. I was impressed, the man had stamina.

But then he groaned and put his hands on my hips, stilling my movements. “We gotta go before they come lookin’ for us. We have a lot of miles today. Wanna get to the club house before night falls.”

“You'll be leaving as soon as we get there?”

“Yeah. Change of clothes and a quick look over the bike and I'll be on the road.”

I nodded, dropping my head onto his shoulder and encircling his neck with my arms. “Hold me a little longer?”

He didn’t reply, he just lowered his head to kiss my forehead and wrapped his arms around mine.

After showering and dressing we didn’t have time for breakfast before the Brothers were set to have their meeting. That was ok by me. I was even more nervous about facing them than I had been yesterday and my stomach was a little unsettled. Last night something had actually happened, and there was no doubt in my mind they all knew about it.

When I opened the motel door I was greeted by a shock of nearly white hair and Geralt turned with a small smile on his face.

“Good morning,” he said. His grin grew into a smirk and he raised an eyebrow. “Sleep well?”

I blushed and he chuckled.

“Knock it off,” Sy said from behind me, his voice full of faux indignation. And a hint of pride.

“Here,” Geralt said, still grinning, and passed both Sy and I a store bought coffee.

“Thank you,” I said.

Geralt’s smile grew softer as he tilted his head in acknowledgement. Sy reached past me and grabbed his, taking a huge gulp.

“It’s not true what I say about you. You’re alright, ya know?” Sy said to Geralt. The older Brother rolled his amber eyes and indicated with a short jerk of the head that we should follow him.

Clutching my coffee cup like it was a life preserver I took a deep breath as we entered Walker's room. I kept my head down as I lingered by the door, but Mike called me over patting the empty space at the edge of bed in almost the same manner as he had yesterday morning. 

I glanced at Sy. He was taking a sip of his coffee, making his way over to Marshall. Marshall tilted his head towards me with a crooked smile. He looked tired, his eyes were a little red rimmed. Walker was fussing inside a bag and didn’t lift his head to acknowledge us at all. Geralt was heading over to the small dining table and Mike was still looking at me expectantly.

I sighed with relief and sat next to Mike. Other than the quick, gentle ribbing from Geralt, perhaps no one would say anything about last night.

However, as the meeting began, I noticed the vibe was subtly different. Mike, though still friendly and grinning, hadn’t kissed my cheek like he normally does. Geralt seemed tense, like he was poised for a fight. Walker barely looked at me and when he did, I could see the muscles of his jaw tighten and his nostrils flare.

Marshall stood against the wall next to Sy. They stood in nearly twin positions, both with arms folded across their chests. Sy had his legs apart, shoulders back, chin raised, occasionally bringing the coffee to his lips. Marshall was less stiff, his shoulders hunched, chin down and he looked at me through burning hooded eyes.

Sy whispered something to Marshall. He glanced at Sy, and Sy shrugged. Then his eyes were back on me. I looked away, feeling heat in my cheeks, an ache between my legs and a sickening disgust in my heart. Sy hadn’t even left, and I was already having thoughts about Marshall. What the fuck is wrong with me?

As soon as Walker dismissed us, I was out the door. I needed air. 

Mike was not far behind me. Sy and Marshall were following too, but they fell back as I walked across the carpark. Mike stayed with me calling out to stop.

“You can’t just run off like that, Baby,” Mike said when I stopped at the low bricked fence line of the motel behind a garden bed and sat.

“I want to be alone,” I said. “I haven’t been alone in days.”

Mike nodded in understanding but didn’t back off. I rolled my eyes at him.

“What?” he asked, grinning. God, he looked like a big dumb puppy, always excited and bouncing around.

“Just give me a fucking cigarette.” I said, shaking my head with both agitation and amusement as he lit one up for me and passed it over.

I looked out onto the street through the bushes as I smoked, trying to get my head right. Mike started yapping about how when he was a kid, he had tried to walk a fence and a friend of his pushed him off.

“I broke my arm in two places,” he said. “Hurt so bad, and I had to wait two hours in ER. My mum kicked my ass when I got home.”

I smiled. His chatter was often self deprecating and soothing. But most of all, it made me stop obsessing about the seriousness of my situation. With Mike, I felt like I was hanging out in the dorms back at school, instead of being holed up in a seedy motel under the protection of five strangers because someone who had murdered my parents wanted me dead as some sort of message to my brother.

A slow-moving car caught my eye. The driver was wearing a baseball cap pulled down low, but damn, he looked like Jake. He glanced in my direction briefly and I dropped my cigarette in fright. I turned away quickly, ducking low behind the shrubbery and hiding my face into Mike’s chest. 

There was no doubt in my mind. That was Jake.

“Hey, whoa.” Mike put his arm around me but leaned back trying to look at my face. “Okay. Not that I’m complaining, but are you alright, Babycakes?”

“Is that car gone?”

“Which one?”

“Electric blue, sedan.”

“Yeah, why?”

I lifted my head cautiously and looked for the car. It was gone.

I looked at Mike and he smiled at me, flashing such a cute and shy grin that at any other moment would have made me swoon. He leaned towards me, licking his lips, his mouth stopping a hair's breadth from mine.

“You ok?” Mike asked. His chest started to heave as his eyes roamed my face.

“I thought I saw someone.”

I looked past Mike to Sy and Marshall. They watched us like chaperones at a dance, seemingly talking to one another, but their eyes were firmly on Mike and me. 

I made a quick decision and hoped it was the right one.

“I need to talk to Walker.”

Mike chewed his lip and tilted his head to consider me. His brows came together and the silver barbell in his eyebrow flashed in the sun as he nodded. He flicked his cigarette away  and with his arm still holding me, he took me with him as he stood. 

As he led me past Sy and Marshall, both men frowned and their relaxed facade dropped instantly as their bodies constricted and coiled into a fighting stance.

“What happened?” Sy rushed ahead of us, drawing me away from Mike and putting his hand under my jaw to look into my eyes. I heard Mike grumble.

“I need to talk to Walker,” I said. A flash of something crossed Sy’s face, disappointment maybe? Jealousy? I couldn’t be sure.

“It’s serious?” Marshall asked from my side.

“It could be,” I said.

“C’mon,” Mike said.

Sy gave me another look over and my throat felt like it was going to close up. For some reason I wanted to apologise to him and I opened my mouth to do so but he shook his head and led me to the room.

Walker raised an eyebrow as I entered. Geralt stood and approached me, lifting my chin to get a good look at my face.

“What happened?” he asked Sy. “She looks scared to death.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” I said firmly and lifted my chin out of Geralt’s grasp.

Geralt’s lips pulled thin across his face and he grunted. I shrugged off Sy and stood in front of Walker. I took a quick look at the faces of the other four men and I knew I had made the right choice. Walker would look at the situation calmly; I wasn’t sure if the others would go after Jake half-cocked.

“I saw Jake,” I said. 

Walker blinked like he had no idea what I was talking about. Sy muttered a curse and his face darkened. I reached a hand to Sy and rested it on his arm before I continued speaking. 

“Jake is the friend I called yesterday.”

Walker raised his eyebrows. “Syverson, get her helmet,” he said. Sy left the room, for once not complaining about being told what to do. “Take your jacket off,” Walker said to me.

I looked at Marshall. He nodded, so I shucked my leathers off and handed them to Walker before I sat on the edge of the bed. Marshall sat next to me, Mike sat on the other side, both looking at each other over my head. Geralt moved to the window, peeking through the curtains, as he pulled his gun out of his holster.

My ankle bounced restlessly as I crossed my legs and I stuck my thumb between my teeth and gnawed on the nail. Walker ran his hands over my jacket seams, checking the buttons and pockets methodically.

“Stop lookin’,” Sy said as he entered the room, tossing something small to Walker. “Mother fucker attached it to my God damn bike.”

Walker lifted his moustached lip in a sneer. He studied the object for a moment before laying it on the table.

“Check every bike,” Walker said to Sy. “Helmets, bags, everything. Twice.”

Sy nodded but hesitated and the two shared a look that I couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah, I know,” Walker said to Sy’s unasked question. “We may need the plan B.” Walker turned to Geralt. “Watch his six.”

Geralt and Sy left, but not before Sy looked at me strangely.

Mike got up from next to me and took Geralt’s position by the window, reaching into his jacket for his weapon. I felt Marshall take my hand.

“Sweetheart.”

I forced my attention onto Marshall. He was looking at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

“No apologies needed,” Marshall assured me. “Tell me everything you know about Jake. Where you met him, how long you’ve known him. Don’t leave anything out, I need every detail.”

I took a deep breath and tried to organise my thoughts into something coherent, but I ended up rambling, not able to finish sentences before remembering something else. Marshall just nodded as I talked, occasionally prompting me with questions. At some point he pulled a small notebook out of his jacket pocket and started writing notes.

As I told Marshall about Jake, I realised I knew next to nothing about him. We met at a bar about three months ago. I remembered letting him take me home, but I had passed out drunk at his house, in his bed. I remembered waking up with a blanket over me, my clothes still on and he had slept on the couch.

“That was reckless, Sweetheart,” Marshall said with a hint of disapproval in his tone. “You could have been hurt.”

“I don’t know why I did that. I don’t even remember the trip home. I don’t even remember drinking that much.”

Marshall and Walker exchanged a look. When Marshall turned his attention back at me, his face was grim. “Do you know his address?”

Nodding, I told them where he lived. Walker made a phone call while Marshall questioned me some more. I didn’t have much more to tell. I didn’t know his last name, his hometown, even what I knew of his job was sketchy.

Sy and Geralt came back reporting the bikes were clean. The guys talked amongst themselves, and I zoned out staring at my shaking hands. 

Marshall’s large hand covered mine. It was warm and the outer edge of it was peppered sparsely with dark hair. He put his arm around me, drawing me close and my head fell into his shoulder. He was strong like Sy and just as warm and comforting. His scent was musky, masculine and inviting. His body didn’t feel as hard as Sy’s but he was in no way out of shape and as I pressed my hand to his chest, I could feel the firmness of his pecs beneath his thin t-shirt.

Gathering myself, I started listening to the Brothers talk. They were going back and forth about what to do. 

Marshall and Geralt argued for a safe house, their patches gave away their location making it easy for me to be traced. Sy and Mike were in favour of returning to the Clubhouse arguing it was fortified better than the safehouses and able to be defended.

“Did he see you?” Walker asked me.

“I don’t think so.”

“We were partially obscured by the hedge, out front,” Mike said. “I would have made her move if she was out in the open.”

Walker nodded then addressed the Brothers, “I couldn't see a tail. You?”

Sy shook his head and so did the others.

“He must be relying on this to find her, it's unlikely he’s been able to follow with eyes on us without one of us noticing.” Walker handed the tracker back to Sy. “Put it back where you found it. Head South to the border. After a day, destroy it. We’re going to the clubhouse.”

Sy nodded. “I’ll do it, but you’ve got to cancel that job ya got me goin’ on.”

Walker folded his arms. “I don’t think so, Syverson. The clubhouse is a fortress, no one can breach it.”

“Don’t let your fuckin’ ego get in the way here.” Sy stood toe to toe with Walker.

Their similarity in height and stature was uncanny. But where Sy moved with a big man’s lack of grace, Walker was smooth and calculated, his movements slick like he was made of liquid. If it came to a fight, it would be impossible to guess who would come out on top.

“Even if you don’t care about her, losing a client would do irreparable damage to our reputation and—”

“And so would cancelling the job.” Walker turned his back on Sy, and my eyes widened as Sy’s hands balled into fists.

Quicker than I could track, Geralt was on his feet. His arm wrapped around Sy’s waist and walked him out of the room, murmuring in his ear. I got up to follow, but Marshall grabbed my hand pulling me back to the bed.

“Give him a minute to cool off,” Marshall said. “And then you can say goodbye.”

“We’re leaving in ten. Princess, you’re with me.” Walker said.

“No,” I said.

“What?”

“I said no. I don’t want to ride with you.”

Walker inhaled and raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t asking.”

“She can ride with me,” Mike said from the window. “My bike is the fastest, it’ll have the least weight and I can outride all of you. If it comes to it, I’m not much help in a firefight so if shit goes down, I’ll get her to a safe house while you give us time to get away. It’s the ideal option.”

“Kid has a point,” Marshall added.

I had no idea if Mike was right, but I jumped at the opportunity. “I’ll ride with Mike.” 

Mike looked at me nodding, with a huge smirk of triumph on his face. I shook my head, hiding my own grin. For a second there he had actually sounded like he was taking things seriously.

Walker’s jaw was clenched so hard, I swear I could hear his teeth cracking. “Fine,” he spat.

I stood up and went to the door.

“Where do you think you are going?” Walker snapped at me.

“To say goodbye to Sy,” I said, opening the door and walking out.

“Fucking little b— Mike, go with her,” I heard Walker growl before Mike shot through the door behind me. I smiled though. It was good to know that I could ruffle that cold, calm exterior of his.

I found Sy having a smoke, leaning against the wall. Geralt saw me first and touched Sy’s shoulder before he walked away. Mike hung back too, leaving the two of us alone. Sy flicked his butt into a tray of sand and held his arms out and I let myself be drawn into his arms.

I felt his chest rumble as he hummed. I would miss that.

Sy lowered his head, his deep seductive drawl dripped like honey into my ear. “Give me some sugar, li’l girl.”

I raised my chin and his lips brushed mine. His hands lowered to the back of my jeans and slipped inside the pockets as he pressed his hips against me. I grabbed the nape of his neck and tugged on it, trying to get closer to him. The cool leather of his jacket creaked as he kissed me roughly, harder than usual. His beard scratched against my chin and his tongue was demanding, controlling, filling my mouth until I was dizzy. He took my breath away, but I didn't care.

He pulled away with a growl and rested his forehead on mine. For a while we stood like that content to breathe in each other's air. 

Eventually his gaze drifted towards Geralt and Mike. Mine followed and while they weren’t looking directly at us, I could feel their eyes on us and I lowered my head as my heart began to thump erratically in my chest. 

“Remember what we talked about,” Sy said, cupping my cheeks and making me look at him. He licked his lips and swallowed as he wiped his thumbs under my eyes. “‘Bout my Brothers?”

“Sy, I don’t…” I couldn’t finish the thought. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say that wasn’t going to be a lie?

“Just remember, okay? Whatever happens won’t change anythin’ between us, Lori.”

I shook my head. He can’t mean it. There’s no way. I wanted to be mad at him, to yell at him and curse him. Curse all of them for putting me in this situation.

Myself most of all.

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[lilfrank]

As per request by @tony_nich here is day one of showing hotrods, and bikes i have and have had ! #19631/2galaxie500xl #twodoor #fastback #hawiianblue painted by @oneshotjustin #BBF♠️FBB. Id like to see some of @metal_illness311 and @mooney1969 collections over the years. https://www.instagram.com/p/CAFrxhCAol8/?igshid=43w125w330le

[allie-horikawa]

Rules: tag 9 people you’d like to know better.

Tagged by  @kazama-hime thanks! :3

BOLD those statements that are true for you.

APPEARANCE

I am like 5′05″ or so 

I wear glasses

I have weird skin color, is not dark but it isn’t exactly white either

I have brown hair (as dark as chocolate)

I have brown eyes but somepeople think they’re black

I have short hair (used to, actually, it isn’t as long as it was before I cut it, but surely falls 2″ below my shoulders now)

I’m a potato

I’ve had braces (the worst 3 years of my life)

PERSONALITY

I like meeting bnew people, but most of the times I don’t know what to say :B

People tell me that I’m too serious (when they get to know me better, still think I’m serious but not as much as they thought I was)

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy being alone, not like I want to be alone all the time, but yes, I like to have time for myself

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well (just because I suck at trying to be funny)

I used to say I’d change everything about me, but rigth now I’m pretty at peace with who I am and wouldn’t want to change

ABILITY

I can draw well (but I want to be better at it)

Used to play guitar

I can do any craft (I just love manual work)

I learn fast

I have a good memory ( For daily-life stuff: I’ll now almost everything you ask me, from useless facts to the exact words someone told me 5 years ago.  For academic purposes: yes and no, it depend’s if I found it interesting)

I can read and write really fast (and that’s why I get money doing other people’s homework)

I know how to cook

HOBBIES

I enjoy taking long walks, either by myself or with my bff’s

I draw a lot, on my free time and inbetween clases

I go out on bike riding at least once a week with my bff

I’ve been practicing digital art the whole week 

I enjoy writing

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

EXPERIENCE

I have had my first kiss (but didn’t really enjoyed it)

I’ve never had try alcohol, cigaretes or anything like that

I’ve been on my college’s basketball team

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I havenever  been in the hospital or ER (yeah, nothing ever happens to me, the worst thing that ever happened me was getting a cold that ended up into an infection)

I don’t play video games, but, when I do, normally end up beating the person who challenge me to play

I have never gone out of my countr

RELATIONSHIPS

I’m not in a relationship, or am I? it’s complicated

I have a crush on a celebrity (always)

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in  4 relationships

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them (ant they sent me to the firendzone)

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over 3 years

I have had feelings for a friend (I’m still having feelings for him)

MY LIFE

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

I live like almos one and half hour to my college

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

There’s no snow  where I live, but it surely is cold as hell

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have like 10 CDs

I share my room with my youngest sister 

RANDOM SHIT

I have won a few art contests

I know a person who has 3 names

I have had a teacher that lended me his books

I have dyed my hair (and my mom almost killed me)

I’m listening to “the lord of the rings” soundtrack rigth now

I have never got into a figth

I used to have a diabolo, so my bbf and I did some street shows with it

Although I’m already at college (and just a year left to finish my career) I still don’t know what the hell I am doing with my life

I’m studying an engineering, but I still want to go to an art school

I speak Spanish and English. Right now I’m learning Japanese

Tagging @kaodanis @renkocchi @animelovergirl4 @chris-phd @tik-a @kaoriva

[sevdrag]

dreamwidth update: HOLY JESUS FUCK A DUCK THIS MORNING

so mike and i are going to pittsburgh this weekend for my brother's birthday. i had a full list of things to get ready for today - get things settled for the catsitter, clean the kitchen, do some laundry so i have something to wear, pack, rig up my bike for the weekend, sort out my medications (this takes about a half hour every week to load them into my "morning" and "evening" weekly pill boxes, ugh) ... there was a lot.

the thing is, i have been tired as actual fuck this week. because i end up overcharging my energy credit card during the week, i usually try to save up and pay it off on weekends, meaning i need lots of sleep, relaxing, and a good amount of alone solo-time. because of the recent messes (previous posts), i haven't had a free weekend to myself since the middle of june. this means not only am i exhausted, and carrying around the static background-noise of someone who hasn't been able to ground herself and clear everything out*, but of course the house is a mess and i am behind on everything.

(*i am also suffering from not having my Vicodin at the moment; those four hours of reduced pain help me clear out the static noise and ground myself like fuck, but because i have to go back to formal pain management (which is a process) i don't even have that tool in the toolbox right now.)

so anyway, i am tired and pretty strung out at the moment, but it's jim's birthday and mary wants us to be a surprise, so we'll be a surprise :)

so last night, i come home tired from the pain-load on my circuits. i take two tramadol and a glass of wine, which i'm sure my liver is mad cool about but it helps shut the pain up when i don't have opiates. i crash on the couch for a bit, with cats, and then slowly start hitting my chores. i make a pact with myself because i'm watching Chopped on tv, so every commercial break i get up and do a thing. this continues on, laundry and litterboxes and drugs, via Chopped and Beat Bobby Flay commercials (look, i love BBF, it's all fancy cooking and trash talk, that's my jam), until the second wind wears off and i get tired. well, i say, i'll get up early in the morning to finish it.

the alarm goes off at 5:00.

i am having a dream where a group of people (no one i know, which is surprising for my dreams) and i are hosting some kind of event luncheon thing with food and wine for fucking Donald Trump and some Republicans, I guess trying to talk some sense into them or come to an accord or argue with them or spy on them or, i don't know, it seems reasonable in the dream. and i'm some kind of power hostess but i'm focusing mainly on the cooking (thanks, fucking Chopped and Beat Bobby Flay), and trying to make points and break up fights while making sure everyone has food?, i mean at one point i fucking leave an argument to go make more fried cornmeal balls (hushpuppies i guess)???? so like: i'm already pretty discombobulated.

i finally manage to get out of bed, after some snooze buttons, at about 6:00

i head downstairs, turn on the keurig, head to the basement. pull the dry laundry out of the dryer and put the wet laundry in the dryer. yes, i went to bed with laundry in the washing machine. it was literally only there for like 5 hours, it didn't smell or anything

i get my coffee and sit down on the floor to fold the laundry but i'm tired as fuck and end up playing out my stamina in FFBE

i fold the laundry, while finishing FFBE/FFRK stamina, with Iggy and Potato helping. this literally hakes maybe an hour? i'm so tired i feel heavy, like i'm moving slowly because everything weighs 500lb, including my thoughts

i finish the laundry and go to get the cats ready. write a note, set out food, fill their dishes, give them wet food breakfast, get everything set

my brain finally processes that i had a dream about catering donald fucking trump, where i made him bruschetta and fucking hushpuppies rather than punching him in the face, maybe with a knife. i spend a good 15 minutes severely disappointed in my subconscious

it's starting to get close to when i should be leaving for work, and i'm starting to unravel a bit here. i go upstairs to pack. weirdly i fucking gained back 9lb in the month of july, i do not know how, so i'm also trying on everything i want to pack to make sure it fits. a lot of random shit just goes in the bag

i spend a half hour sorting out my pills. i have 20 empty pill bottles and at least 2-3 refills of each type, which makes everything more confusing than it should be. i do not know how it happened and my brain really wants to know rather than focus on getting each med in its appropriate pill box. eventually the boxes are full

i scramble to get ready for work, throw some shit on, the jeans are actually still damp but honestly i ignore it bc they stretch out better that way after a wash. hair goes up in a braid, fucks not given

head down to start loading the car. checking my important list on my phone. get jim's gift in the back seat, bike pump in the trunk because once it had a spider on it. look around the garage, and i don't have my bike rack

it must be in fucking mike's garage

i legit spend 20 minutes attempting to cram my goddamn bicycle into the back seat of my fucking honda civic

i mean, maybe if i take the front wheel off

the front wheel isn't coming off, the brakes are in the way

how do i undo brakes

maybe if i wedge it this way

fuck it we're gonna have to stop by on the way out and get my bike

head back in to wash the oil and smudge off of my hands. i am sweaty, and extremely cranky at this point

hands clean, everything else in the car, head out to get in and go to work

the bike rack is hanging from one of my ceiling hooks

someone was helpful and "put it away"

at this point i am decidedly sweaty, cranky, and obscenely late for work. there's a constant stream of "fuck you, fuck this, fucking fuck, fuck this shit, fuck everything" coming out of my mouth like i'm reciting the world's worst rosary

while taking the rack down the straps get caught in my hair and pull half of it out. everything is terrible

the rack is on the fucking car. the bike is on the fucking rack. go wash my hands again.

get into the car. what's on my seat? oh, it's the post it note of my to-do list. let's check it. i forgot to leave the key for the fucking catsitter

fuck you, fuck this, fucking fuck, fuck this shit, fuck everything

the key is safely in a plastic bag in its place

i am stopping at starbucks if it fucking kills me

literally i do not care if i am fired for being late i'm getting a goddamn starbucks

...

get to work. no one is here. half the group is traveling or on vacation, and the other half is off for 9/80 fridays. all my brain can come up with is "9/11" and i sit staring into space for 20 mins trying to figure out what the 9/11 schedule is

it is surreal

i don't know what i'm doing

so now i really just want a nap. and another starbucks

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