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Batting Practice Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Despite his best efforts, Bradley hadn't stopped thinking about you since Monday. When Bob decided they needed a Team Mom, he sees an opportunity he can't pass up. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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When Bradley arrived on base Tuesday morning, he saw Bob right away.

"I can't thank you enough, Rooster. Piper had so much fun yesterday, and I really think this is going to be good for her. The other kids seemed excited too."

Bradley zipped up his flight suit and grabbed his helmet. "The kids were easier to instruct than I expected. They made it fun." His mind automatically pictured Everett. And Everett's mom. 

"So you'll be back for practice on Thursday?" Bob asked, reaching for his own helmet.

Bradley scoffed. "You think I'm going to bail on the Tiny Eagles? No way. We have a championship to win, and I plan on being named coach of the year."

Bob laughed. "That's the spirit."

Nat strolled over, sipping coffee inside the hangar even though you weren't supposed to. "How was pee wee football?" she asked with a smirk.

"We've been over this before, Phoenix," Bob said with a sigh. "It's tee ball."

"She's just fucking with you," Bradley said, looking from side to side before he stole Nat's coffee and took a big sip.

She groaned in response. "Just finish it," she told him. "So, tee ball? How was that?"

"Fun!" Bob exclaimed. "Piper loved it. All the kids were great. And all the moms came up at the end of practice to introduce themselves and tell us we did a great job."

Nat burst out laughing as Bradley finished her coffee. "Yeah... I'll bet they did! They would probably love to show you two even more gratitude."

Bob looked confused, but Bradley just smiled against the coffee cup. "Moms are not my type. I told you that already, Nat." But he felt like such a liar. He could picture you so clearly in his mind, and he could remember how your voice sounded. Really, he was more excited about practice on Thursday than he should be, simply because you and Everett were going to be there. 

Maybe he would wear a Phillies hat to match with Everett.

"Rooster... every woman is your type," Nat said, patting him on the shoulder as she grabbed her helmet and headed for her Super Hornet. 

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Work was insanely busy, and Thursday arrived before you knew it. You were still answering client emails when Frank knocked on your door at lunchtime. 

"Come in!" you called, and thankfully he brought you a sandwich. You jumped up at the prospect of actually having something to eat, but Frank wrapped you in his arms before you could take a bite.

"I've missed you all week. You work too hard," he whispered, placing a soft kiss next to your ear. "Wanna come over this weekend?"

You should say yes, especially since Everett was going to have a sleepover at your sister's house. Plus, this would be your last free Saturday for a while, since tee ball games would be starting up.

"I'll have to let you know," you told him as his lips connected with yours. 

But you were thinking about how it might feel to kiss Coach Bradley with his mustache.

Where had that thought come from? You let out a startled gasp, and Frank slipped his tongue between your lips. 

Bradley would definitely be a better kisser than this.

"Frank," you managed to say. "I'm starving, and I have so much work to do."

He sighed and squeezed your waist through your suit. "Try to come over this weekend, okay baby?"

You just nodded and unwrapped the sandwich as he left. Only four more hours until tee ball practice. You couldn't believe you were as ridiculous as the other moms, but here you were, thinking about your kid's coach while you ate lunch. 

But it didn't stop there. After you picked Everett up at school, he rambled on about tee ball and his coaches for the entire drive to the ballfield. And you started thinking about Bradley again.

"Can we go see the Phillies play again this year?" Everett asked as you pulled into the parking lot. 

"You know, Ev, it was supposed to be a surprise. They play the Padres on a Sunday afternoon, and I've been planning on getting us tickets."

After hesitating for a beat, you parked next to the Bronco again, which you were smart enough to know was a really dumb thing to do.

"Yes! Can we take Coach Bradley with us too?"

You pressed your lips together and shook your head. "Sweetie, he's your coach during tee ball hours. I don't think he's going to have time to go to a baseball game with us." 

Everett jumped out of the car and looked up at you as you took his hand. "But he likes the Phillies. I think he might want to go."

Once again you changed into your sneakers while you walked across the grass. You didn't want to get your son's hopes up, and you couldn't help but think that he wouldn't be so starved for attention if Danny came around more often. Your ex was legitimately the worst. 

"We can talk about it later, okay?"

You almost tripped over your own feet when you looked up and saw Bradley. He was talking to one of the overzealous moms, and he had his arms crossed over his chest, nodding along with whatever was being said. His biceps looked good, but you also immediately noticed the Phillies hat on his head. 

Bradley's eyes shifted to the side as you approached the bleachers, and he kind of smirked at you. He didn't even seem to notice when the other mom placed her hand on his forearm. But you did. You wished it was you touching him instead. 

"Mommy, I need my bag," Everett said, and you shifted your attention to your son. You helped him get his cleats on, and then you waited for the coaches to blow the whistle to start practice. 

"Can I have everyone's attention for a minute?"

You looked up to see Bob heading toward the bleachers where all of the parents were sitting. So you took the spot next to Everett on the bottom row, and Bradley shifted to stand closer to your end. 

"I just wanted to reiterate how excited we are to coach your kids this season," Bob said. "Coach Bradley and I have worked out most of the scheduling and whatnot, but we do need to have a Team Mom or Team Dad to help us with some tasks. Things like bringing extra snacks and drinks, and being in charge of sending out texts if the weather is bad. Also they would need to be available to help us with anything else that might come up."

You let your gaze shift from Bob to Bradley, and he was already looking at you. He nodded once as his lips quirked up into a smile. 

"Does anyone want to volunteer?" Bob asked. Almost every mom around you raised her hand without hesitation. 

Bradley didn't look away from you, and it was making you feel flushed. He slowly, purposefully put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow as if to say c'mon, raise your hand.

You didn't have time to be the Team Mom. You didn't even really want to be the damn Team Mom. It was something extra that you really didn't need to do. 

But... you felt your hand slip up into the air as if gravity no longer had any hold over it. Bradley's smile grew as you sat in front of him like a little girl hoping he would call on you.

Just as Bob was about to choose a different parent, Bradley nudged him with his elbow to stop him.

"Right here," Bradley announced, nodding and gesturing to you. "She's our Team Mom." You slowly lowered your hand, and you felt a little giddy at being selected.

Bob looked a little confused with the abrupt decision, but he just smiled at you and said, "Sounds good. Thanks for volunteering. Now let's get started with our practice."

He blew his whistle, and Everett launched off the bench. You could hear him tell Bradley, "You wore a Phillies hat! Just like me!"

Bradley laughed and said, "Sure did, kiddo. Thought we could match." He glanced at you one more time before he led the kids out onto the field.

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Bradley shouldn't feel so proud of himself right now. But he did anyway. He didn't even know what he was playing at with you. But as soon as Bob told him they needed a team parent, he wanted it to be you. 

"Jesus," he muttered under his breath as he set the ball on the tee for Henry to try to hit. You were probably married. Bradley probably just made himself look like an ass. But you raised your hand anyway when he tried to silently encourage you to.

"Nice hit, Henry!" Bob said, and Bradley clapped as the kid ran for first base. 

Bradley set the ball up again, this time for Everett. 

"You ready?" Bradley asked, earning him a big smile. "Just keep your swing nice and steady."

He watched Everett absolutely nail the ball and hit it right past Bob. He looked up at Bradley in surprise.

"Run, Ev! Run to first base!"

Bradley watched him take off like a shot and run past Bob, only stopping once he had stomped on the base.

When Bradley glanced over to where you were sitting, the smile on your face had him fumbling to get the ball back on the tee. You waved your fingers toward where Everett was jumping up and down, and then you looked at Bradley and bit your lip. Then you waved your fingers at him too before ducking your head.

He forced his focus back to the next batter who also hit it hard enough to take a base.

"These kids are actually good," Bradley told Bob as he helped guide Amber to first base while Bob pointed Everett to second. "But we need to practice running bases next week."

"Can't wait to play the Tiny Hawks next weekend," Bob said. "The Eagles are looking good."

Bradley and Bob high fived as the kids all gathered around them in the infield at the end of practice. "Great practice, Tiny Eagles," Bradley told them. "Now get some good rest this weekend, and we will see you on Monday for our next practice!"

The kids all started to run toward the bleachers, and the coaches followed them at a more leisurely pace. "Damn," Bradley muttered when he looked toward the parking lot.

When Bob gave him a concerned look, Bradley shook his head and said, "Everett's hot mom parked by me again. I've actually been thinking about her since Monday."

Bob's mouth dropped open. "You mean the Team Mom?"

"Yeah," Bradley whispered, nearing the bleachers and watching you switch Everett's cleats for sneakers.

"You have a crush on our Team Mom?" Bob asked a little too loudly for Bradley's liking. "That's why you picked her? Is that a good idea?"

Bradley just shrugged and took a deep breath. "Too late now, yeah?"

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You felt a tingle wash down your spine and goosebumps break out on your skin. You glanced to your left, and sure enough, the coaches were standing right there. Bob was looking at you, and Bradley was running one hand over his face and readjusting his Phillies cap. 

Maybe you had imagined it. But you could still remember how he was looking at you, goading you, urging you wordlessly to raise your hand earlier. 

Because he had a crush on the Team Mom? On you? There was no way.

But as you stood, Bradley headed in your direction. He smelled good again, and he was so handsome. And his voice was so deep. You really wished your other two senses had experience with him as well. 

"Team Mom," he said with a smile. "Can Bob and I get your phone number for future correspondence and incidentals?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, and when he handed you his phone, you added your name and number for him.

"Thanks again for volunteering," he said with a smirk.

You didn't know what to say, and you could feel your face growing warm as your nose scrunched up in embarrassment. "No problem," you managed, but instead of leaving, he inched closer, and his smile grew.

"I hope you don't feel like I pressured you." 

You just shook your head, mesmerized by the low register of his voice. "No. I'm happy to do it."

Everett suddenly popped up next to you, standing on the bleachers. "Mommy, check to see if Coach Bradley wants to come with us to see the Phillies this year. Please?" 

You turned back toward Bradley, about to tell him that Everett was just being overzealous, but Bradley was grinning at Everett and adjusting the bill of his cap.

"I don't know if your dad would like that, kiddo," Bradley said, examining your face carefully.

But then Everett's face really lit up. "He wouldn't care! He doesn't even live with us anymore."

You scrunched your nose again in embarrassment. Nothing like having your kid basically announce to a hot guy that your ex husband ditched you.

But Bradley's lips curved into a smirk. "How about your mom and I talk about it, kiddo?" he asked, and Everett gave him a high five. "Now that I have your number?" 

You just nodded as you started to shove everything you brought into the gear bag.

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You had scrunched your nose up again, just like a kitten, and Bradley felt the urge to reach out and touch you. He'd love to take you and Ev to a baseball game. He thought he might even like to hang out with you one on one, now that he knew Everett's dad didn't live with you any longer. But now he was wondering if you were single or seeing someone else.

Bradley watched you hurriedly packing up Everett's gear while he ran off to say bye to Bob. But Bradley didn't walk away, instead he texted you so you would have his contact information as well. 

When you checked your phone, you looked up at him again and laughed. "Your name is Bradley Bradshaw? Brad Brad?"

He groaned and pretended to be annoyed, but he really wasn't. "My parents probably thought they were hilarious."

Your laughter had him grinning again. "It's not a bad name! I'm sorry I laughed." But you were still laughing.

"You're not sorry," he said with a playful glare. 

When you scrunched your nose again and ducked away from him, you said, "No, I'm not."

Then Everett streaked back over and asked Bradley to walk to the parking lot with the two of you, and Bradley was helpless to say no.

"You have fun again today?" Bradley asked him as he bounced around, full of energy.

"Yes! I even hit the ball!"

"Yeah, you hit it hard. You'll be a power hitter when you make it to the major league. We just need to work on your fielding."

You were smiling but looking straight ahead at your car.

"What position do you like to play?" Everett asked, eyes wide as he looked up at Bradley.

"Usually shortstop. Sometimes second base."

"Did you used to play for the Padres or something?" Everett asked, completely in awe.

Bradley just laughed. "No, kiddo. I played in college. Then I joined the Navy, because I definitely was not good enough to play for the Padres."

"You're in the Navy?" you asked him as Bradley opened Everett's door and took the gear bag from your shoulder. Even touching your body through your suit coat was enough to require Bradley to take an extra breath before answering you.

"Yeah. So is Bob. We're both aviators."

"Wow," you whispered. "Impressive."

"Mommy! I'm hungry!" Everett called from the backseat as Bradley placed the bag on the floor.

"Me too, Ev. I'll get dinner ready as soon as we get home," you promised him, and Bradley could tell you were a good mom. You kind of reminded him of Carole Bradshaw, if he was being honest.

"Be good, and listen to your mom," Bradley told Everett as he closed the back door and then opened yours. "See you on Monday."

"See you then," you replied softly, slipping into your seat before Bradley gently closed your door.

He waved at Everett who was reaching his arm out the window as you pulled away, and then he climbed into the Bronco and headed to the Hard Deck.

Bob was already there when Bradley arrived, and Nat was on them right away. "You two look adorable in your matching Tiny Eagles jerseys."

"Thanks, Nat. I feel adorable. Do you feel adorable, Bob?"

Bob just blushed and walked away with his cup of peanuts. 

"So how are the moms treating you?" Nat asked as they both waited for drinks at the bar.

Bradley rolled his eyes. "Just fine."

"Are you hooking up with one of them yet?" she asked casually. 

"What the fuck, Nat? No! I'm there to coach the kids!"

"Chill, Rooster! It's so easy to get you riled up when you're trying to hide something! Bob said you have a crush on one of the moms."

He just shook his head and thanked Jimmy for his beer. "I don't. She's just cute is all. Not my type. Never gonna be my type," he promised, heading toward the pool table. And as if he was trying to make his point to Nat, he chatted up the first woman who approached him and left with her number. He wasn't going to call her, but Nat didn't need to know that. 

He didn't even save the number in his phone, because yours was already in there. 

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In an effort to get that mustache and those biceps out of your mind, you called Frank on Saturday afternoon and agreed to head over to his place. 

He never cooks in his condo kitchen, and he hates when anything is messy, so you're not sure if you want to stay over or not. But you pack a bag just in case. 

When you get there, he has Thai takeout waiting along with a bottle of prosecco. "I'm glad you decided to come over," Frank whispered, running his hand up along your leggings while you tried to eat. 

"Yeah," you agreed halfheartedly. "Me too."

How had your life been reduced to this? Sleeping with a man you didn't have feelings for after ending a marriage to a man who never loved you? You wouldn't allow yourself to dwell on it for too long. 

"Let's head to the bedroom," he told you, snatching you out of your seat as soon as you finished your last bite of food.

As Frank ran his hands along your body and undressed you, it was easy enough to close your eyes and let your mind drift a little bit. Then his hands felt good, running up your sides and removing your shirt. It felt nice when he removed your bra and squeezed your breasts. It was even lovely when he pushed you down onto his bed and pressed you into the mattress with his weight. But when he started fucking you, it was just so mediocre. He somehow lasted too long, and you knew that you'd never be able to get off with him tonight. 

"You're so sexy, baby. Am I making you feel good?" Frank asked you softly.

You let your disappointment wash over you, but Frank didn't seem to notice the sad little gasps you made as he came before withdrawing himself and removing the condom. 

You checked your phone as you got dressed, and you nearly dropped it on the floor. You had a text from Bradley. A screenshot of ticket options for the Phillies vs Padres game the following month.

Bradley Bradshaw: Do you think Ev would prefer to sit behind home plate or in the outfield?

Now your heart was beating faster. Now you felt a little silly inside. Now you could imagine getting yourself worked up for a healthy orgasm.

"Everything okay? You keep looking at your phone," Frank said as he pulled his underwear back on. 

"Actually...." you started, and the lie was out of your mouth before you could stop it. "It's my sister. I need to go pick up Everett. But thanks for dinner."

Frank kissed you softly, holding your body against his before you broke away with a quick goodnight. You practically ran across the parking lot and jumped into your car with a smile on your face. Then you responded to the text.

Everett is going to think any seat is the best seat.

Bradley responded almost immediately, which shocked you since it was eight o'clock on Saturday night. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Well then why don't you tell me where you'd like to sit.

You pictured yourself sitting in his lap, and you felt very warm. When you started your car, you turned on the air conditioner as you drove away. 

His lap. 

You could picture yourself there so easily, like you'd already spent time snuggled up with him.

What was wrong with you?! You barely knew this man! 

It only took you five minutes to get to your house, and as soon as you walked in, your hand was sliding down inside the front of your leggings and into your underwear. You eased yourself down onto your couch as you touched yourself exactly how Frank never seemed to be able to. 

You stroked your clit just right with your middle finger, and then you came so quickly, it surprised you. 

When you caught your breath, you located your phone and responded.

Your call, Coach. What view do you like the best?

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Bradley was sitting at his kitchen island, considering all the filthy things he wanted to send back to you.

You were definitely flirting with him now, right? You had to be single, right?

He quickly typed out his response and hit send before he could change his mind.

Any seat where I can see you.

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I am thrilled by how much love you all had for the first part of this story! I hope you keep on loving Coach Bradley! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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Could u do a Colby Brock x sturnilio triplets sister? Like shes a part of the triplets channel and goes with them to Collab with Sam and Colby

Are you Scared?

Colby Brock x Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS)

Warnings: Kissing, ghosts, random shit, etc.

Note: Kinda set from the collab but some event r out of order, might do a part two, let me know

SLS's POV

Today was the day I've been looking forward to for months:

My triplet brothers and I are going to film with Sam and Colby!

I've been "stalking" their account since we got the invite, and I must admit, their channel is pretty cool, not to mention Colby, who just so happens to be very good-looking.

I got ready, wearing a pair of black cargo pants with a cropped baby tee for the occasion. I put my hair into an elegant slicked-back bun, making sure everything was perfect.

"Hurry up SLS/N! I gotta pee!" Yelled Chris's sleepy voice from outside of our hotel bathroom.

rolling my eyes, I unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, lightly punching his arm in the process.

"Okay, cutie! I see you!" Nick said as I walked out of the bathroom and sat next to him on the bed as he put his shoes on.

I smiled at him, grabbing my airforces to slide on as we waited for Matt and Chris to get ready.

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"Alright! Who's ready to get gohstified?"Nick asked once were driving to the haunted hotel.

I laughed at his choice of words while Chris and Matt cheered from the front seat.

Leaning over, I snapped a quick selfie with Nick, mentally reminding myself to post it to my Instagram when the collab was posted.

As we pulled up to the hotel, I could tell that people thought it was haunted. The place just screamed old, scary, and ghost-filled.

I felt nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach as we walked through the threshold of the hotel's front door.

"Hey, guys!" I heard a voice say.

I could tell it was Sam's since we've watched about 30+ hours of their channel in the past week.

We smiled as we walked over to them, my brothers dabbing him up as I gave him a polite side hug. He told us to follow him so we could go find Colby.

But when he said his name, I got butterflies again, but I don't think they were scary ones.

Weird.

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"What's up, you guys!" Colby said as we met him in the main lobby sitting area.

And I was right, he was very good-looking, even more so in person.

My brothers performed the same actions as they did with Sam, dabbing him up casually, and talking with them about how excited they were.

But I felt my face get hot as I wrapped my arm around Colby's midsection for a side hug. And the height difference was so extreme that he had to lean down to wrap his long, muscular arm around my shoulders.

as I walked back to stand next to Nick, I looked back at him to see him looking at me, with a slight smile on his lips.

My face was officially as red as a tomato.

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Colby's POV

I knew the triplets had a little sister, but I had no idea that they had a little sister who was hot as fuck and had a great sense of style.

She was so perfect in every way, from her slicked-back hair to the shoelaces on her airforces.

She gave me a side hug in greeting and I had to lean down to wrap my arm around her perfect shoulders.

I was kind of upset as she let go to stand with her brothers, but she looked at me on her way there, her cheeks perfectly pink with a small smile playing on her lips.

She might not of been able to see it from the outside, but on the inside I was smiling like an idiot.

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We started with a tour from the nice lady who worked at the front desk. She did a very good job interacting with the camera, as well as flirting with Chris.

That left me enough time to stand behind the camera, which just so happened to be where SLS/N was standing.

From "stalking" the triplet's YouTube channel, I could tell she was a little camera shy, hence why she didn't appear in a whole bunch of their videos.

But all the same, she came. She's now walking behind Sam who had the camera on the tour guide and her brothers.

Halfway through, she stopped to look at a painting, letting the others walk a little ahead of her. I stopped too, and decided to take my chances.

"You like this one?" I asked her, hands behind my back while I stood next to her, admiring her as she admired the picture.

She turned her head, looking a little startled as her cheeks started to turn pink.

Fucking adorable.

"oh-I, uh... guess it just caught my eye." She said, adding a cute little giggle to the end of her excuse.

I couldn't help but smile at her, just her presence alone was enough to make my chest flutter.

we began walking side by side as we caught up with the others.

"Are you having fun so far?" I asked her, trying to make the silence less awkward.

"Oh my gosh, yes! when I heard I got so excited!" She said, turning her body slightly to look at me.

I smiled at her again, happy that she was happy to be here.

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SLS/N's POV

I was honestly so happy that Colby stopped to talk with me. He must have noticed that I shied away from the YouTube videos and came to talk with me.

We caught up with the others as the tour guide left, right beside a picture of a little girl with faded, green skin.

sam explained that we were all going to put candy on the frame as Colby got out a bag of candy from their backpack.

Everyone grabbed one as he held the bag open, then set them on the frame.

I was last, reaching to grab a strawberry-looking candy from the bag As I pulled my hand out, I brushed his, earning another red face from me.

I looked up at him with nervous eyes, but he looked down at me, giving me a smile while whispering,

"You're okay. Go put your candy up there."

I instantly obeyed, following his orders as he put his candy next to mine.

"oh my gosh! This is a great picture for the photo dump SLS/N! Get together with Colby real quick!" Nick said, whipping out his phone.

Colby and I looked at each other stunned for a moment before wrapping our arms around each other in a side hug, leaning into each other to pose for the camera.

I could feel the muscles in his torso and back as we smiled, making my heart flutter and my face turn pink,

again.

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Colby's POV

I felt bad putting my hand on SLS/N's bare torso for the picture, but her arm around my back caused the baby tee she was wearing to slide up, exposing a little bit of her perfect frame.

Her cheeks turned pink once again as we pulled apart, smiling at each other.

Once we were done, Sam began explaining the elevator game.

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Once Matt and Sam began their journey up, Nick, Chris, SLS/N, and I were supposed to start our own challenge, but then SLS/N spoke.

"Is there a bathroom in this place?" She said, looking around slightly.

"yea, there's one down the hall, I'll show you if you want," I said, mentally cursing myself, knowing we had a job to do.

She gave me a small smile as she followed me down the hall and back to the main sitting area of the lobby.

"it's right in there, just walk to the right," I said, pointing to the women's side of the bathroom.

"By myself?!" She asked, fiddling with her fingers slightly.

"I laughed under my breath.

"Well, seeing as I'm a guy, I can't really go with you, now can I?" I said to her, feeling the goofy smile spread across my face.

"I uh don't really have to pee anymore actually, you can go through." She said leaning against the wall, trying to look casual.

It didn't work. She looked completely terrified of going into the bathroom alone. She was still picking at her nails and her face had gone bright red.

But now I decided to use this to my advantage.

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SLS/N's POV

Colby walked over to me and rested his forearm on the wall above my head. I could smell his musky, warm scent as he leaned in closer.

"Are you scared?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning over my face.

A smirk was playing over his perfect lips, knowing exactly what I wanted him to do next.

I nervously shook my head yes at his question, not knowing what else to do as my face burned hotter than the sun.

At this point, he was smiling lustfully at me, only leaning in closer.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He said in his husky voice, finally leaning in and closing the gaps between our mouths.

The kiss was soft and sweet. Warm and protecting. Our mouths moved in sink with each other and his hands grabbed my sides, no longer hesitant to touch my bear skin.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine. Just as it looked like he was about to say something, he quickly pulled away and sped down the hallway.

I stood there, shocked, but then regained my surroundings and chased after him.

Just as I was about to say something, we rounded the corner to see my brothers, Sam and Matt back from their trip, and the camera pointed at us.

the red light on,

recording.

Lemme know if you want a part two!!!???

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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

Words: 1.6K

A/N: Alright, this took MONTHS. Big thanks for @chaosandbubbles for always validating my writing.

Masterlist

January 2004

Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

-Enchanted, Taylor Swift

“Hey hon, want you to take this one,” Dr. Dalton says, a hint of pride in his voice as he pokes his spikey ginger hair in through our shared office space. I glance up, confused for a minute and he chuckles at the sight, coming into the room leisurely, his stride confident and collected. The clipboard is clasped between his fingers as he offers it to me with a smile. “I want to see how you do without me looming over your shoulder and breathing down your neck.” I feel my eyes practically bulge out of my head. “Relax. The guy’s in here pretty regularly, he’s decent. He won’t bite,” he adds, pushing it into my shaking hands as I stand. He tacks in a barely audible “Probably.”

“A-Are you sure?” I mumble, words practically being choked out.

“Trust me. You’re ready.” His hand lands on my shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Besides, if he starts convulsing or salivating at the mouth, I’ll be right in here.” I breathe a deep sigh, attempting to bury the anxiety that swirls through my mind by retying my hair into its almost-too-tight ponytail. Spinning on my heel, I walk into the sterile white room. Why they don’t paint these rooms to be more inviting, I will never understand. 

The lavender diffuser does little to cover the overwhelming scent of antiseptic and bleach, my nose scrunching unconsciously as I glance down at the clipboard in my hands, which are still trembling.

“Glad I’m not the only one who hates the way it smells in here.” The voice that speaks is deeper, and I jump a little at the suddenness of the unexpected sound. Finding the source is easy, and my stomach flips when I see him sitting in the blue plastic chair.

Dark tee shirt clinging to defined muscles, the fabric stretching to accommodate the flex as his arms are crossed across a broad chest, black pants a little less tight but still leaving no question of his strength and stature. His legs are outstretched in front of him, crossed at the ankles leisurely. His stringy blonde hair is curtaining over his cheekbone, not quite covering the obvious blue of his eyes. The lingering sensation of those eyes trained on me makes me feel exposed, like a bug preparing for dissection, but I shake the feeling off.

“You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I can’t seem to get over it,” I say, glancing down at the clipboard once again, just long enough to get his name. “Do you wanna come sit over on the exam table so I can get a good look at you, Agent Kennedy?” I ask, watching as his eyebrows raise with a small smirk appearing on his lips. I quickly tumble over more words. “I mean, a good look at your injuries, not you specifically. I mean, not that you’re not…” I take a shaky breath before laughing slightly at myself. “I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead.” He chuckles to himself, almost silently, like he was trying to conceal it before standing and following me to the table. The clipboard hits the table with a crisp clang before I turn to the agent now seated on a slightly softer plastic and crinkly paper.

“I hate being in here, but Hunnigan insisted on it this time,” he explains, fingers clasped together, resting in his lap. It’s hard not to notice the way his eyes dart around the room at the smallest sounds; Dalton stapling something in the office, the ding of the elevator, even the wheels of some kind of cart out in the hallway causes his muscles to tense almost painfully.

“Any reason why?” I ask, grabbing two blue nitrile gloves from the box labeled with a tiny little ‘S’ while trying to keep my eyes on him. He shrugs.

“My right shoulder took a hit, and I think a couple of my ribs are broken.” It’s a start. I move toward him, moving slowly enough that he is able to predict my motions. No need to put him more on edge than he clearly already is.

“Can I have you remove your shirt so I can take a look at the shoulder?” I ask innocently. “I can turn aro-” I practically choke on the rest of the words as his arms cross over his chest before gripping the hem of the fabric and easily removing it. He sets it down next to his thigh on the makeshift bed. A light chuckle pierces my ears and I look away from the black and blue patches of bruises that are smattered across his ribcage.

“You’re looking like you’ve never seen a guy without his shirt on.” The tone of his voice is cocky, pride wafting off of him in waves. Or maybe that’s the sweat.

“That’s not why I was surprised,” I admit, walking over to remove an ice pack from the freezer before tossing it to him, which he catches easily. “Press that to your ribs, please, Agent Kennedy.” It has a ‘please’ tacked on, but the man can clearly tell that it wasn’t a request. He listens, hissing at the chill on his skin as I move around to look at his shoulder. Asking him to turn away from my frame, I take a small breath at finally being released from his intense gaze. The shoulder is much worse than I thought, something bloody hidden under some crude gauze pads secured with medical tape. “I’m gonna remove this gauze.” He nods, his hair bobbing slightly at the movement.

“Can I ask what did this?” I question, tenderly attempting to peel the gauze off with as little pain as possible, but the skin has taken to sticking to it cause of the dried blood. I feel him tense slightly at the sensation.

“That’s… classified.” Mumbled words barely audible. I nod in understanding, despite knowing he can’t actually see it. I drop the piss-poor patch job onto the table, frustration rising. There is a gash the size of my forearm sunken into the light skin there. “Did they disinfect this?” He shrugs noncommittally with his left shoulder. I sigh, irritated at his lack of communication. This is his body. Why does it seem like he’d rather be anywhere else?

“I’ve never seen you in here. Are you new?” He asks, making small talk to fill the blatantly uncomfortable silence.

“Yeah, just started a few weeks ago. Dr. Dalton wanted me to take care of this on my own,” I explain and then, giving him fair warning before I gently pour some disinfectant on the wound. Another hiss. A mumbled apology.

“Ah, so I’m your first victim?” He asks with a smile, his head cocking to the side to make brief eye contact. A poor attempt at an evil laugh leaves my lips in response, cheeks dusting pink at the smile I receive.

“Yes. How does it feel, knowing your name will live in infamy once I’m caught?” I ask, a teasing lithe in my tone. He scoffs, but I can still see the small smile he wears.

“Just make it quick, yeah? I won’t even plead for my life.” The words are meant to be a joke, and deep down, I know that. But the way he says it? It’s almost like he actually wants that. I give my head a slight shake to clear the thought as I tenderly place a softer gauze over the gash before securing it, the wrapping going over the top of his shoulder and under his armpit a few times. I pat his shoulder gently before walking around in front of him again, his eyes finding mine quickly.

“I have good news, Agent. You’ll make it.”

“Yeah? Not gonna keel over?” He asks, gesturing to his shirt. I nod, signaling to him that he is free to put it back on.

“Nope.” I pause, mind running with the desire to help. If he’ll let me. “Can I ask you something?” His gaze returns to me after tugging the fabric back down, watching as it settles comfortably over his form.

“Sure.”

“Do you wanna talk to Dr. Dalton about any kind of therapy or medication? I couldn’t help but notice how on edge-”

“It’s cause I just got back. The overactive perception fades after a bit. I’m fine.” The softness of his eyes has faded, turning into a brick wall. Or a dam, to hold it all in.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep. I was just trying to he-”

“Am I good to go?” The tone in his voice has shifted, cold and distant, all sources of the smiles I saw earlier gone. I nod mutely, handing him a form and a pen to sign the paper with. Then the pen scratches across the paper roughly before he hands it back, and I’m finding it impossible to meet his eyes, despite his earlier behavior of not looking anywhere but at me. He walks toward the exit, and I can hear his boots thudding against the tiled floor.

“You did good.” I turn quickly toward the door at hearing his voice again.

“Sorry?” My voice is quieter than intended, almost making it sound like I’m afraid. Agent Kennedy’s head tilts, looking over his shoulder, no smile, just looking.

“You did a good job. You took good care of your first victim.” For a moment, and only a moment, I see a glimmer of a smirk flit across his mouth before he’s gone, the echo of his boots practically filling my ears as he makes his way down the hallway.

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[liaromancewriter]

Child’s Play – Part 2 / 2

Premise: A beloved childhood toy gets a new life.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); ft. Sophie and Eloise Ramsey (F!OCs) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,420

A/N: Submission to @choicesmonthlychallengenov2024 prompt 21: Memories. Part 1 is here.

The shirt collar was scratchy, and he couldn’t wait to go home so he could change into a tee shirt. But home was hours away. It might as well be on the Planet Krypton.

Ethan Ramsey snickered at the analogy as he adjusted the seat belt strap so that it wasn’t so close to his neck. Fidgeting in his seat (he also had to pee real bad), he wondered how much longer he’d be stuck in the car.

They were heading to Sunday dinner at his grandparents' house, but they had moved across town, and now it took forever to drive there.

“Are we there yet?” he called out plaintively.

“Five more minutes,” his dad replied from the front.

“That’s what you said five minutes ago!” Ethan whined.

“And it’ll still be five more minutes unless you stop asking,” his mom said, shooting him that look.

Grumbling under his breath about the unfairness of being a child without any control over his life, Ethan watched the scenery blur past the car window. With a distracted hand, he sped an imaginary red toy truck along the narrow ledge beneath the glass.

The toes of his black shoes pinched, and he wondered (not for the first time) whether God would really care if, just once, he wore sneakers to church. His parents seemed to think so, but Ethan wasn’t convinced.

With everyone else going on in the world, you’d think the Almighty had more important things to worry about than an almost eight-year-old boy not wearing his Sunday Best.

“We’re here,” his dad said, turning the truck into the long drive.

Ethan’s eyes lit up at the sight of Pop-Pop waiting for them on the front porch, his tall frame leaning against the white railing. Beside him sat Lucy, his black lab, her tail wagging enthusiastically.

As soon as his dad parked the truck, Ethan bolted out the door, throwing his arms around his grandfather’s long legs. He gave Lucy a quick pat on the head before she could demand more attention with her barking.

His grandfather’s booming laughter filled the air. “Happy Birthday, Ethan!”

“But it’s not until tomorrow,” Ethan remarked, tilting his head back.

“And I’ll wish you then, too,” Pop-Pop laughed, nodding pleasantly as his parents joined them on the porch. “Now, come on inside. Your grandmother’s prepared a feast, and I bet you’re hungry as a bear.”

Later, Ethan sat cross-legged on the braided rug in the cozy living room, licking his lips at the lingering taste of the delicious roasted chicken and apple pie they’d had for Sunday dinner.

He was about to ask if he could go outside to play with Lucy when Pop-Pop disappeared into the hallway only to return moments later, holding a small, rectangular box wrapped in brown wrapping paper.

“What’s that?” Ethan asked, scooting closer as his grandfather crouched down and placed the box in his lap.

“Something I’ve been saving for just the right time,” Pop-Pop said, his voice warm and gentle. “And what better time than your eighth birthday?”

Ethan tore into the wrapping with careful excitement, his breath catching at the sight before him. Inside was a small collection of toy cars, their vibrant colors and shiny metal surfaces catching the light from the lamp.

“Whoa.” Ethan ran his fingers over the smooth edges of the miniature vehicles. “These are awesome!”

“They were mine when I was younger,” his grandfather said, settling onto the floor beside him. “I repainted them for you, so they’re like new again.”

“Thanks, Pop-Pop,” Ethan said softly, hugging his grandfather before lifting out a red fire truck with a tiny extendable ladder.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.”

Ethan lined the cars in a neat row, already imagining the adventures they’d have. He didn’t know it then, but those little cars would follow him everywhere—racing along windowsills, zooming across tabletops and sometimes even tucked under his pillow at night.

Eventually, he outgrew the toy cars, trading them in for a shiny Schwinn bike he raced around the neighborhood with his friends. By the time he graduated from high school, he couldn’t even remember what had happened to them. His eyes were firmly focused on the future.

But the nostalgia of those early years—before his mother tore apart their family—often lingered at the back of his mind. Until one day, his life came full circle.

Seven-year-old Eloise Ramsey would have toppled headfirst into the cardboard box if her father hadn’t caught the waistband of her shorts and pulled her back just in time.

“Careful,” Ethan said, steadying her with one hand while shifting the box under his arm for a better grip.

Unfazed by her near fall, El grinned up at him. She and her twin sister were spending the weekend in Providence, helping their parents and Grandpa Alan sort through stuff to donate to the annual church charity drive.

Of course, their parents could handle the boring stuff, El thought. She and Sophie were hunting for treasure. To the twins, the basement wasn’t just a storage room. It was a mystical cave, and they were fearless adventurers on a daring mission.

“El, come look what I found!” Sophie called out from the other side of the basement, her voice echoing off the cement walls.

Ethan shook his head in exasperation as Eloise darted off, narrowly avoiding a stumble over an old outdoor mat that had clearly seen better days.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs drew his attention, and he looked up to see his wife, Cassie Valentine, leaning over the railing. Her grin widened as she watched the twins’ antics.

“Are you girls ready for a break?” she asked, coming down the stairs. “I made lemonade and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“Look, Mommy, we found real treasure,” the twins cried excitedly. “Can we keep it? Please?”

Ethan met Cassie’s amused look and rolled his eyes. The idea of the twins finding anything even closely resembling treasure in the dusty basement was laughable.

Still, as Cassie and his father often reminded him, the rules of fatherhood dictated that he try and indulge the girls’ fits of fancies.

He froze when he saw Eloise holding a small, dusty box with both hands, her eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s full of cars!” she exclaimed to Cassie, who examined the box alongside the girls, their foreheads nearly touching.

A wave of recognition washed over him as he crossed the room to take a closer look. Sure enough, the box the girls had uncovered was filled with his old toy cars, their once-bright colors dulled by a fine layer of dust but still perfectly intact.

He knelt beside his daughters, taking the box and lifting out the familiar red fire truck, its tiny ladder still movable after all these years.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as memories flooded back—racing the cars with Pop-Pop on the front porch the day he got them, pretending to be a race car driver speeding down the Indy 500 track, or a firefighter saving the world with his trusty red truck.

“These were mine,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent. “Pop-Pop—my grandfather,” Ethan clarified at their confused look, “gave them to me when I was about your age. They belonged to him when he was a child.”

“That’s so cool,” Sophie said, leaning into him as she steadied herself with one arm draped over his shoulder, her wide eyes fixed on the cars.

“Did you play with them a lot?” Eloise asked, peering into the box with fascination.

“All the time,” Ethan replied, his voice rough as he cleared his throat. “But that feels like a lifetime ago.”

The last words came out almost as a whisper, heavy with the weight of memories, but Cassie caught them nonetheless.

“Maybe it’s time these cars had adventures again,” Cassie murmured, giving the girls a meaningful look. “Just like my doll, Wilhelmina found a new home earlier this year.”

Ethan nodded absently, his fingers lightly tracing the roof of a blue sports car, savoring one final connection to his past before passing it on.

“They’re yours now,” he said, setting the box between the twins. “Just promise me you’ll take good care of them.”

“We will!” Eloise and Sophie said in unison, already diving into the box to examine their newfound treasures.

As the girls argued over who would get the shiny blue sports car, Cassie slipped an arm around his waist and leaned into his side.

“Now they have something from both our childhoods. And to think, you were convinced your dad had thrown everything out.”

Ethan caught the laughter in her voice and groaned when she added, “Told you so!”

“You just love saying that, don’t you?” he griped with exasperation.

“You better believe it,” Cassie giggled, her lips brushing against his. “There’s nothing more satisfying than proving you wrong.”

As Eloise held up the red fire truck, pretending to extinguish an imaginary blaze, Ethan couldn’t help but smile. Cassie was right. Some toys, like cherished memories, were meant to be passed on.

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[battle-of-alberta]

Can you tell me more about the wildlife in alberta? there seems to be lots of it! I heard there used to be bison? Have the bison come back or are they extinct now?

Parks Pass: What are Bison?

I've been working on this for well over a month, although I've been thinking about it since I received this ask last fall. Bison are so central and important in prairie history, ecology, spirituality, etc. and I feel that they exemplify this more than perhaps any other living thing here... I don't think I will go this in depth into other wildlife for this series.

I am not a naturalist nor do I represent Parks Canada or related organizations, all of this information has been sourced through reports from Parks Canada, organizations like CPAWS, etc. There are a lot of questions surrounding ecology, legalities, and reconciliation with Indigenous peoples that I just am not equipped to answer by myself... but I wanted to give as clear an overview as I could of the challenges and successes around bison in Alberta.

More notes, close ups, etc. below. I will try to link to some sources in the notes as a reblog.

I tried my best to make each panel stand mostly on its own so that you could read them in any order, but I hope there is a bit of a flow to the information... The pieces were slightly bigger than my scanner, so I apologize for some blurry writing and cropped edges!

(yak left, bison centre, buffalo right) (You will find all three domestic in Alberta, at least at agricultural fairs if not commercially)

[ badum tishhhhhhh]

I tried to get the moose and our guides to scale physically, but it was tricky! Also: the summer ochre cape tends to appear on male plains bison.

There is debate as to whether wood and plains bison should be classified as separate species at all. The fact is, there remains a legal distinction in Alberta that will become relevant in a few panels.

This safety tip is if you're on foot- in a car, obviously stay in your vehicle! Don't attempt to drive through bison either, just let them pass!

The "Ecology" title got cut here, my apologies.

Some other ways bison improve the ecosystem is by literally rolling around and trampling on the landscape, the churning of the land and the fertilization from buffalo dung helps plants and insects thrive, which in turn benefits all creatures along the food chain. Cows do not nearly replace the magnitude to which bison benefit the prairie.

Often in school, the sole fact one might learn about the First Nations of the plains involves a diagram of all the uses of each part of a bison. These descriptions have almost always been in the past tense, in order to place Indigenous peoples and their ways of life purely in the past. This is not a reflection of reality- many Indigenous folks in Alberta are still maintaining their traditions and their relationships with bison today. The tee pee here is based off of a Blackfoot design featured at the Royal Alberta Museum. Also pictured is a drying rack of meat, and a bison stomach suspended as a cooking pot. Pemmican is often described these days as a "superfood" or the ultimate protein bar; it is a mixture of dried meat and berries that both preserves well and is extremely nourishing.

It is difficult to summarize the impacts of colonization in a short space, especially where bison are concerned. The creation of Treaty 7 in Alberta, particularly, was a result of an intentional and devastating eradication of the bison by settlers. This forced First Nations such as the Blackfoot Confederacy into impossible positions: follow the buffalo into the United States and risk attack from the Americans or the Sioux as the herds became smaller and smaller, or to agree to the Canadian government's terms to stay on a fraction of their traditional territories in order to keep from starving to death.

At the same time, anthropologists, collectors, and tourists tried to buy or take anything they could get their hands on from what they perceived as the end of an era: salvage anthropology of First Nations in the West painted an image of "pure" native culture that was about to be lost forever, while First Nations peoples were being forcibly assimilated, excluded, or eradicated by settlers.

There is still a lack of understanding in mainstream settler Canadian culture of the human labour that went into the creation of the "natural" "wilderness" of this land. This is something that the settlement, the industrialization, and the creation of national parks in Alberta and elsewhere ignores or erases, but there is a growing awareness and acknowledgement of the relationship between First Peoples and the land.

The prairie ecosystem remains extremely endangered and little understood, especially as environmental activism tends to focus on deforestation or pollution of the ocean rather than the destruction of native grasses and shrubs.

Cameo ft. Mac representing Wood Buffalo National Park, which spans the border of the Northwest Territories and Alberta. Obviously, the main cause of environmental destruction surrounding the park involves human industrial activity: logging, mining, and development of the oil patch. Disease can be easily transmitted between bison and cattle and can easily wipe out already struggling populations.

I was shocked to discover that all bison were considered livestock as recently as two years ago and could thus be harvested by anyone, anytime, and anywhere outside a protected area. Plains bison still do not have status as "wildlife".

The province did recently expand the "buffer zone" outside of Banff National Park, giving the Park a chance to recover bison that have wandered outside of the barriers before they become 'fair game', as it were.

Also worth noting: B.C. and Saskatchewan both protect bison under their provincial wildlife acts, but plains bison leaving those provinces and entering Alberta or Manitoba would be considered livestock as they are unprotected.

Elk Island stocks bison across the continent and around the world, which is incredible! Not all of those original 700 were sent to Elk Island, unfortunately those sent to what was once Buffalo National Park did not make it.

Likewise, a project to reintroduce bison to Jasper didn't bear fruit. An article via Jasper Local I had found earlier (that no longer seems to work) describes the discovery of a bison skull at Talbot Lake that most likely represents a bison from this recent reintroduction attempt.

The Banff bison reintroduction pilot (2017-2022) is the most recent attempt to reintroduce bison to areas of Alberta, and so far from the initial Spring 2023 report one of the more successful projects. Public sentiment both locally and internationally is very positive, with a lot of attention on social media, articles, and other outreach methods. The project is also partnering closely with all the First Nations in Treaty 7, as well as other community stakeholders such as visitors to the park, local residents, nearby ranchers, etc.

Phew, I just threw a ton of info at you! I hope this answers the question :)

[dopaminergicaddictions]

5/18/24

5:10 Edited 5:15 p.m Added to 5:27 p.m

I woke up at 4 p.m. I've woke up like every 2 hours. It was really fucking annoying. Needing to pee.. I took benadryl 25MG at 10:51 and then 1:11 p.m after using the bathroom two times. I didn't sleep well and I woke up with soliliquy at 10:51 a.m.

I actually dreamed about John. We were playing a video game together and I mean we were like living in the game but sometimes it would flash to us sitting at a computer desk. The game was like some kind of Pokémon hybrid game with minecraft. We were building a house and defeating monster and clearing the area for our build.

I was bad at the game. He was nice to me cause he always is. It flashed to us being at the computer desk and he was making a vest with both of us back to back on the back of the vest. In a cartoonist way. He was an excellent drawer. It was really cute and colorful and he told me to keep cutting down that area. And then I woke up in the dream and I realized I fell asleep next to him and he had taken my glasses off which was sweet.

He fell asleep next to me at the desk with his glasses on and he woke up very shortly after I did. Then I started talking in my sleep and woke up in real life.

The dream was nice bc the game was cool. I felt safe and loved and valued. I think it had a couple meanings-

1) John is my best friend. My very best friend. He is the only friend I can talk to everyday who always tries to make contact.

2) I should game with him more often. He doesn't care if I'm good or not he just likes spending time with me. I've seen his Xbox live friends list. Cause he gave me his email and password to account share and he doesn't have very many friends. He is selective and I'm one of the only people he likes.

3) the vest was I think symbolic of me actually meaning something to him. Me falling asleep next to him was me feeling safe with him.

4) maybe I could have a significant bond with a person as just a friend. I thought it was so sweet he took off my glasses when I fell a next to him. I've never had anyone do that for me. I'd hope my next partner did. If I ever fall asleep without drugs that is lol

But it made me feel cared for and everything.

I'm going to text him in a few. I know I'm lucky to have him. Idc that he is cis. I just feel like more alone cause I know my life is missing a romantic bond which is very important as an adult. But he actually is my best friend. Katelyn hardly talks to me. Tee is never around and hardly talks to me but if I text John today or tomorrow I'll hear from him that day. If I wanted to game a few times a week I'm sure he would give me 2 days a week at least. I'm the reason we don't hang out as much as we could.

In other news, my mother got admitted with 2 broken ribs I think. She's missing the Kansas concert tonight. She's staying for pain maintenance. For potentially 2 days. My sister didn't say anything about her head.

I don't know if I should go and see her or not. I mean I'm fucking mad.

My hallucination at the er last night was awful... then I got home and had hardly anytime to immerse myself into tv and it seemed to make the hallucination worse... cause it was just talking constantly as I tried to listen to the dialogue of king of the hill. I heard the characters not the voice but I heard the voice going and it drives me crazy....

And every break of silence I heard that God awful voice. Normally it's more under control but of course I got less sleep yesterday and I stayed up longer than 17 hours bc of my circadian rhythm bc I woke up at 1 p.m yesterday and stayed up until at least 7 a.m today.... which those days towards the end it always gets worse and throw in anger and being upset and having anxiety... and that worsens it too....

Everytime I woke up the voice was incredibly annoying. I had to keep turning on my tv and using the sleep timer... and then I woke up and tried to be in silence to think but I can't it is horribly intrusive today. Of course I'm angry still. I'm upset. Idk if I want to see my mom.... and today is laundry day. I got 500 things to wash and that means it's ocd day.

So I'm listening to silverstein blasting the voice out so I don't chose to overdose.

Idk if I'm going to go see my mother. I got to grab a chicken, Detergent, and some vegetarian food, a little bit of cheese and some juice.. I want to game and de-stress and relax and I need some TV time... cause if I watch TV a lot the voice almost doesn't exist....

I also am thinking about using my hdcp bypasser and trying to play a silent hill game even though no one cared how much work it takes to bypass hdcp and no one watches despite how much money I've spent trying to bypass it..

Either way I'm stressed cause I need to leave the house soon and get food and I am going to double wash the washer with bleach bc she washed poop and pee towels in it.... bleach gives me ocd too bc I'm always scared of it splashing on me.

If I go to the hospital bc she doesn't wash her hands, I won't want to hug her or touch her cause of the dried blood. I also am still very fucking angry at her. Like incredibly...

I'll get over it but today already sucks. I don't want more ocd behaviors... I don't want more things to do. And I mean, "what's your daughters name?"

"Don't make me go there. Which one?"

Why the fuck should I go see her she's not dying and she has no respect for me and how much more I fucking hallucinated to be there and put myself through that beyond that- all I hear is my fucking deadname from this hallucination. 24/7. She knows that..

If she had said skye and deadname I would have walked out. I almost walked out when she said what she said. At that point I stopped talking to her and listening to her which made me hallucinate worse but I would have rather heard the voice than listen to someone bitch about everything right after making that comment.

I also didn't want to listen to her being fucking high and drunk.

Right now I'm going to put myself first. Get the laundry going. Go grocery shopping. Then decide but I don't fucking want to go.

"Which one?" FUCK YOU BITCH

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A rest stop along the highways of South Dakota. I've said before that as much as I like flying and seeing things from the air, I also like doing road trips where I can see a lot more detail up close. While one of my daughters and I were driving across the USA this past summer, we of course spent many hours driving across the great plains of mid-America. In South Dakota where the nomadic tribes of native Americans used to roam and live in tee-pees, they have these symbolic concrete tee-pee towers. I snapped this pic as we drove by one well into blue hour. I had seen them along the way and wanted to get such a pic and finally had my camera ready. And I like how the white and blue contrasts so well. Some times I get lucky with a shot. But since it was getting dark, I'm glad I had some reasonably fast glass but I still had to spend some time in Lightroom and TopazAI. . Jun 22 I show all my pics here, or you can follow JUST my travel pics at @DSKwanders. . Nikon D610, f9, 1/100s, ISO-200, 24mm, Tamron SP 24-70mm f2.8 Di VS USD G2 Adobe Lightroom enhancements Topaz Sharpen AI enhancements . #DSKImagesNW #mydailypic #mydailyphoto #myphotooftheday #mypicoftheday #InstaDaily #InstaPic #myshots #myphotography #PicoftheDay #PhotooftheDay #PhotographyDaily #BestoftheDay #SundaySights #thingsISee #thethingsiveseen #unique #throughmylens #JustGoShoot #InstaFocus #VisualLife #Visuals #Nikon #NikonPhotography #cameraready #whatISee #AlongtheRoad https://www.instagram.com/p/CnKiq0jrPe6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jesytr]

she felt warmer the moment his jacket cascaded across her shoulders. she pulled her hair up past the collar and tossed it down across her back and out of the way. saying a quick thanks. those faulty vents couldn't threaten to chill her down to the bones anymore.

" nah , he was sneaky - " harley snuck the laptop back towards her and rotated it back around once arthur got a good look at him. she recalled this ex of hers , " freddy always liked the girls a couple grades above. he had a way o' makin' me look dumb when I couldn't catch 'em in the act. if the IRS could find 'em he'd weasel his way outta a tax fraud, or a eviction notice in a heartbeat. " she chewed her bottom lip. tasting bubblegum stained lip tint against her teeth.

squinting at the screen she furrowed her brows and continued to look through his Facebook page. having understood that some people did stalking as a living day job. she rested her cup of coffee in both hands before hues lit up like a jack rabbit, " I got a good idea.. it involves toilet paper n' a carton of eggs. " she was fully committed into wrecking his front yard once she found out his home address, " they outta leave out where ya' live. Just about anybody could drive by n' tee - pee your house. " she could've hunted harder, but she felt like she knew Arthur's answer already,

" c'moooon ~ " she set her sights on old school revenge, " it ain't everyday I find the guy that deserves it. n' we won't get caught cause we can play it safe. drive off n' all that after we wreck the yard. " wait until it would get dark and revert back into teenagers in the moonlight.

“   How do I show people that I’m more than my unethical career choice? ”

the light splatter of rain splitting down from the skies could be heard battling against the curved roof of the cafe's exterior. interior - dressed perfectly to sustain the crippling weather. though harley doubted she'd feel the sun again as it had already been days with cloudy visibly nasty weather. it has been awhile since she sat across from Arthur with her ordered caffeine. sugaring down two extra packets into her cold drink - sprinkling in the sugar. caribou had always been the more local hotspot for a quick stop.

the cool iced latte sat in her pink and blue chipped nails. she pulled the straw towards her mouth before taking a drink and feeling the coffee slide down past her teeth and tongue. she didn't exactly feel like she'd need another chance at getting a nice drink elsewhere. coffee being her main sense of energy those days.

" speaking from experience, " she turned her hands over across her hair. adjusting the blonde strands and pulling out her buns. not quite liking the way the cold vents drained down on her. chilling up and down her spine. pulling back the plastic recycled drink and adjusting her long red sleeves past her wrists. sliding them up to her fingers, " your first major job always ends up being the unethical choice. " fingers brushed through the ends of recently dyed blonde locks. though her roots were missed. revealing brown roots.

" though I ain't no expert on becoming a role model on a whim. " she tilted her head and her eyes lit up as she found the page she was looking for on her small Mac. beaming like a little kid eating sweets, or popcorn, or cotton candy. something sugary and redefined. like a sweet toothed smile. she hovered above the lit screen. her fingers tapping away before she gasped and nodded, " that's the guy! " she spit out a bit too loudly. catching the attention of a certain caribou customer who missed it the first time when they yelled out, ' Carla ! ' her monotone stare somewhat posed into awful scrutiny. though her son caught her sleeve and pointed out the barista holding a iced tea. turning her back and quickly deciding attention elsewhere.

" that's him alright. " she said again. her voice less pitched and mellowed as she spun the laptop around and pushed it towards arthur. Palms faced up. her smile pulled up out of determination and a reminder that it was much more easier to find people on facebook from ten years ago than she once assumed, " that's my ex. the one that broke up with me at some upscale restaurant on my birthday. " she spoke proudly enough that she had found him, but there was a bitter tone when she described her breakup. her eyes rolling as she added, " and he couldn't be bothered ta' pay 'em either. couldn't afford it. left me with the check n' a box of leftovers. "

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[Image 1: A woman sitting at a table with a plate of food. Caption: Teri Polo. Shawn...] [Image 2: A person preparing food in a kitchen. Caption: T.P. Tee-pee.] [Image 3: A woman looking at the camera. Caption: Tee-pee with a chimmy...]

[fate-defiant]

You can really tell Treasure Planet AU has me by the proverbial balls.

Also bless you @zerozeroren for coming up with this galaxy brain idea ✌

[ppascalsstuff]

After All This Time II [Dieter Bravo x f!reader]

Summary: Some years ago, you and a young Dieter Bravo had a healthy relationship and almost became parents, but life had other plans for the two of you. Years later, you accept a cameo in Cliff Beats 6 thanks to your son, a fan of the franchise. What will happen in the bubble between you and Dieter?

Warnings: A bit of angst. Mention of drugs use and miscarriage. Failed relationship. Reader is not described and has an adopted son. Dieter is kind of a jerk but deep inside him there’s good, we all know it: He’s just struggling with his feelings. Please keep in mind this story will be +18 at some point. Minors please DNI. 

Word count: 2.1K

A/N: I wasn’t planning on making a multi-chapter fic out of this one, but I guess the movie gave a lot of ideas an a 2nd part was requested so... This fic will have (probably) 6 chapters. Dieter has a soft side and you can’t change my mind! Let me know if you want to be tagged on it!

English is not my first language, sorry in advance if there’s some typos or grammar errors. Hope you enjoy it!

- Part 1 -

“I just want to say, you were amazing in Our Hotel. An outstanding performance. It was incredible. Indescribable”

You smiled sheepishly. You’ve never been good at accepting compliments, and of course Lauren Van Chance had to come at you and talk about your work. It was driving you insane, but you talk to her politely anyway, as expected from you.

“You should have won the Oscar!”

“I guess?” 

“She doesn’t want it. The award, I mean”

Dieter approached you with a drink in his hand. The green robe was probably the ugliest item of clothing you had ever seen, and the purple tee was stained in some places. Sunglasses still hiding most of his face and his hair was somehow messier than before. You didn’t want to know what he had been doing since you last saw him when you arrived that morning, although you knew the answer. 

“Dieter! You were incredible in Hunger Strike as well. Your performance was… I mean, I think about it all the time. Congratulations.”

“I don’t watch my own shit” of course, you thought. “You should never watch your own shit. You just wipe, you flush and you move on” 

A heavy silence fell over the three of you, stagnating the conversation. You didn’t believe in God, but at that moment you wanted to. You wanted to pray for a miracle to happen. Maybe somebody would join you, maybe you would feel the urge to pee... maybe a meteorite would fall. Anything that would help you skip that conversation. 

“I heard you two dated years ago!” Lauren said cheerfully. 

You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, counting backwards from 100. Even though you had long since gotten over the fact that you and Dieter were no longer together, it still hurt to think about what had happened. Dieter didn’t look at you, and you were almost thankful for that. You hadn’t reached 98 when he spoke.

“Yeah, nothing serious”

You wanted to shout, to grab him by the lapels of his stupid robe and shake him so hard that the only neuron he had bounced around in his brain. You did glance at him then. No, this wasn’t the same man you had crossed paths with that morning. You couldn’t tell if he was high now or if he was high when you first saw him, but it was making you sick. Did he have such an enormous ego that he was willing to forget he had loved you? That you lost your child?

“Where’s your husband?” he asked Lauren and you were almost sure you saw a glimpse of revenge in his eyes after asking the question. 

“My husband? We got divorced”

“I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom”

Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bathroom and closed the door behind you. The tears began to fall down your cheeks, and it didn't matter how hard you closed your eyes, you couldn't contain them. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you brushed them away roughly.

"Oh my God this is such a bad idea. What the hell I was thinking? Fuck!"

You grabbed your phone and called your agent. It was fine, you would quit before they began shooting so that they could replace you as soon as possible. You were pacing back and forth in the bathroom when your agent picked up the phone.

"Honey! How's it going? Everything all right?"

"Why didn't you tell me Dieter was doing this movie?"

"I tried to but you were so excited to do it... For Nick"

You tried to calm down. It was true, the only reason you accepted the role was because of your son.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Rebecca. Can I just like... quit?"

"Girl, I've been gone for like 6 hours and you already want to quit?"

Rebecca had to head back to her home after dropping you at the hotel, only the cast and crew were allowed there because of the pandemic.

"It's too much. I can't do it. I have to quit"

"You can't"

"What do you mean I can't? I won't be the first one to do it... or the last"

"If you walk out you will have to pay them”

"What?!"

"Yeah, apparently if you leave now you will be financially responsible for any overages that you create”

"And that means..."

"It means you will owe them 114 million bucks"

You froze. You didn't have the money, but you also didn't have the strength to spend your time next to that pantomime that was now Dieter.

Just a month. For Nick.

"I'll do it. Just for Nick"

"Atta girl. I have to hang up, Meryl Streep is calling"

"Ok bye! Lov-"

The line went dead. You look in the mirror one more time and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. You had this, you were an actress. Pretending to like those people for a whole month wasn’t by far the hardest thing you’d ever done. 

The only free seat at the table was right next to Dieter, who had changed his clothes. You couldn’t believe your luck, but you carried on as if nothing happened, taking a seat between your ex-boyfriend and Howie Frangopolous. The dinner was awkward to say the least. Nobody talked during the entire time, aside from the few complaints made by Lauren about the food. A young staff woman approached the table with a jar of water, ready to refill the empty glasses. Her first target: Dieter. 

“May I refresh your water?”

Dieter was quickly snapped out of his boredom, finding a new entertainment for the night. He looked up and down at the girl, and you were sure you’d never rolled your eyes harder. It was almost embarrassing to think that you were willing to give him a second chance this morning, when you offered him a coffee. How could you be so naive?

“Yeah, please. Thanks”

“Why you look at me with weird eyes?” the girl asked, her cheeks clearly blushing. 

When the girl refilled Dieter’s glass, she moved on to another cast member, Dieter following her with his eyes. You snorted, making Dieter turn around and look at you. 

“What?”

“Nothing” you replied, taking a sip of water. 

After a while, dinner was eaten and no more complaints from Lauren were made. The room was soon filled with the sound of a knife clinking against a crystal glass. It was time for the producer's expected speech, but all you wanted to do was go to sleep and put the day behind you. When the producer mentioned your name, you looked around you and smiled at everybody. 

To the beginning of new fake friendships. 

“Well, as you know she tested negative in the morning, so she can have dinner with us. Anyway, she and her son will be doing the mandatory quarantine for the next 14 days, then she will join you to shoot her scenes” 

“What? She can bring her son and I’m not allowed to?” Lauren shouted. 

“Her son is just a little kid. We discussed it and we agreed it would be harmless to bring him in” 

“I- He’s five. He’s struggling with some things right now and I don’t have any relatives so-” You tried to explain, but Lauren cut you off. 

“Bullshit! My son is also a little boy and he’s alone in our home!”

“Oh please Lauren we all know your son has probably more pubic hair than I do. He’s not a little kid anymore” Dieter suddenly replied. 

Lauren looked at him and stormed out followed by her ex husband Dustin, who was trying to calm her down. Dieter looked at you, his hand finding yours. 

“You okay?”

“I think I’m gonna go to my room. Long day. But... umm.. it was nice meeting you all, can’t wait to work with you” You said standing up, but Gavin, the producer, stopped you. 

“These are the keys to your room”. 

“I already have a room”

“Oh no, that room is for your son. You have to be in different rooms”

“But we both tested negative. Can’t we quarantine together?” 

“I’m sorry, it’s not allowed. Different rooms”

“He’s just a little boy, man”

“I don’t believe this has something to do with you, Mr. Bravo”

You looked back at Dieter and barely nodded, thanking him. But he saw it anyway, and it warmed his heart, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He didn’t deserve you, he wasn’t worthy of your love, but he would try his best to make your life a little bit better, even if that meant you hated him. It was his way of keeping you safe. Safe from him. 

Dieter couldn’t calm down. He hated himself for even think of you. But he couldn’t stop himself. Every time he wasn’t high, he was thinking of you, and it was painful. That morning, when he first saw you, he felt vulnerable again. It was a weird feeling for him. Maybe he felt vulnerable, but your presence alone comforted him. Then he smiled without realizing it, and he knew he had screwed up. There was no turning back now. He had lunch thinking of you, he had a bath thinking of you and that’s how he spent all afternoon: thinking of you. Until he decided to get high to calm his brain. 

But there you were again at dinner, sitting next to him because clearly nobody wanted to sit beside a moron like him. He felt his blood boiling every time Lauren spoke, and when she complained about you, he exploded. Then you were forced to isolate yourself in a different room from Nick’s, and he almost felt relieved when he didn’t punch Gavin in the face, although he wanted to.

He hated this industry, the same industry that have made him stay away from you when you’d lost your unborn son, the industry that made him a drug addict and the same industry that was now keeping you apart from your son. 

He took off his robe and went out his room determined to find somebody who could help him. No drugs this time. He knew you would kill him if you ever found out he was on drugs while doing what he was about to do. He went down the stairs as fast as he could to the front desk. Luckily for him, the same girl who refilled his glass and didn’t stop looking at him during the entire dinner was on the night shift, just as he had expected. 

“Hi”

“Hi Mr. Bravo”

“You look great in that uniform”

“Thanks” she blushed as she played with a lock of hair behind her ear. 

“I was wondering if you could help me with something”

The girl leaned forward over the desk, all her attention on Dieter's earring. This was going to be so easy for him. 

“Would you tell me where’s Nick? You know, the son of-”

“Room 202″ she giggled like a schoolgirl. 

“Thank you”

Dieter rushed up the stairs to Nick’s room. When he reached room 202, he froze. Thinking about it, this wasn’t his problem. He didn’t need to knock. He could just forget about it and carry on with his own problems and not get involved with you, because then he would have to get high again to forget about you. Hell, this boy wasn’t even his. But before his mind could go on, his fist knocked on the door and a mop of curl dark hair peeked behind it. 

“Mom?”

“It’s Dieter”

The door opened a little wider, and the clump of hair gave way to the rest of Nick. He was in his pajamas, hugging a stuffed elephant against his chest.

“Hey... what do you like to do in your spare time?” Dieter asked. “You know, since you’re gonna have a lot of it”

“I... I like to watch movies. And I like t-to draw” 

“What kind of movies?”

Nick shrugged, looking at his feet. 

“Action movies”

“So, like Marvel?” 

“I like Spiderman”

Dieter looked at him, but the boy didn’t looked up at Dieter. 

“Okay...um, it was nice talking to you. You should go to bed now”

“Can my mom come with me?” 

“I don’t think so” 

The boy looked up. The tears fell freely down his face and he quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of his pajamas, not wanting to cry in front of Dieter. 

Fuck me. This wasn’t supposed to make him cry. You’d have made an awful father, Dieter. Great.

“Okay. Good night”

“‘Night, kid”

Next morning, when Nick opened the bedroom door to pick up his breakfast, he found a collection of movies, a sketch pad and a couple of brushes on the hallway floor with a note. 

“Don’t ruin my brushes. Hope you have fun with it. 

PS: I really liked your elephant. Does it have a name?

D.B.”

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Crossroad ♱ Curse 2

Location: Student Council Room

Keito: ...Kanzaki. I hope you’re not here just to perform some comedy act. I do have some minor business to attend to, and I’d like to head home soon.

Souma: Ay, I again apologize that I was rude. Would it business thou dost wish to speak, ‘tis still my wish that you behold this sword.

Keito: I don't mind looking. But I'm not an antique’s dealer, I can't judge or appraise its value for you.

Souma: I see. That is surprising. I would expect thee to possess extensive knowledge.

In any case, not only is my wish that thou wouldst look at this, but also look after it as well. A few days ago thou didst scold me, and so did I re-examine the school regulations thoroughly.

I’ve read that if one does carry unwanted items within the school, they will be given a strict warning, and the item be confiscated.

Thus, I ask to entrust thee with the care of this sword.

When I tried to give it to a teacher he was badly frightened and cried, "Eep, please don't kill me!” So, I decided to bring it to the student council.

I cannot allow my beloved katana into another person’s hands, so in exchange I bestow this wakizashi… I propose we come to an agreement, wherein I forfeit this sword for the time being.

Keito: Even if I accepted this sword, I would be troubled finding a place to store it… Kanzaki, you are a sincere person. In today’s Yumenosaki Academy, I doubt there are many people who actually took a look at the school regulations.

Souma: Hasumi-dono. There is nothing that would make me willing to work on the side of injustice. I am full sorry that I follow now society nor anyone else. It seems we’ve a different set of values.

But would it were possible, I’d like to become closer and be friendly with them.

I desire not to bother anyone, so would I infringe upon any rule I would thus resign myself to the fitting punishment.

Howe’er. I pray thee, do not confiscate my beloved katana. I brought this wakizashi in its place…

My katana has been passed down through generations, so that it were taken would bring disgrace to my family.

Verily, I do not jest with you; my parents would have me commit seppuku.

Keito: Is that so… Well, I don’t know much about your family’s cheerful customs, but I think I get the gist. In that case, I’ll keep the katana.

But I’ll tell you now, I’m only holding onto it. After you earnestly repent and change your ways, I’ll give it back.

Souma: Oh, I humbly thank you! My tachi and this wakizashi are siblings, so they may grow lonely when separated. It is possible that they shall cry softly in the dead of night.

Keito: Don’t say such unsettling things. ...Well, you'd best watch yourself from here on out. Violating the Firearms Act is a serious crime, and I’d prefer if there were no arrests at our school.

Souma: Fufu. Thou say’st that out of concern for me, Hasumi-dono.

Worry not, the government hath authorized the Kanzaki clan to carry katanas. Lo, my license ♪

Keito: Even if you have your driver’s license, you can’t drive a car down hospital and school corridors. There’s a TPO for everything, you know.

Souma: Fufu. The phrase “tee-pee-oh” puzzles me, but I’ll take it to heart ♪

Keito: Right. Then, you may leave, Kanzaki, but do take care with your behavior. You don’t want people lumping you in with those idiot delinquents, right?

You may carry a sword around, but I know you’re an upright student.

Souma: Fufu. Thou art the only one to say that to me, Hasumi-dono.

Well then, I’ll excuse myself. Would I do anything strange again, may you reprimand me without remorse… Hasumi-dono ♪

Location: School's Main Gate

Keito: (Phew… Suddenly I’m worn out. What in the world is up with that guy?)

(There has to be a limit on how much this feels like a period drama. But it doesn’t feel like he’s forcing a character on himself either, so maybe his nature is just that of a samurai’s.)

(If he was produced properly, he may grow into a rather interesting idol.)

(But the current Yumenosaki Academy is not an environment where people can capitalize on their individuality, nor hone their skills and make the most of their natural talents.)

(Idol work has been reduced to a dead letter; they're merely a formality nowadays, what with how you can be so careless and still reap the same rewards.)

(The school can survive feeding off its past legacy for now, but it’s clear that the overall result will be that it withers, and dies.)

(But before that time comes, Eichi and I will perform some fundamental improvements… We’ll raise a revolution.)

(...Or something, but it’s easy for me to spout stuff like that. The reality is, the journey ahead is grim.)

(But that’s alright, we’ll take it a step at a time. With every word written you advance, and eventually it’ll become a completed story.)

(We’ll give it our best shot, so we can conclude our tale with the words “happily ever after.”)

(Luckily, we have reinforcements. As for teachers, the freshly appointed Kunugi-sensei was sympathetic to our student council, and became its advisor.)

(To become steady, we must sufficiently increase our sphere of influence.)

(Sakuma-san’s being non-cooperative, and Eichi’s hospitalized… There’s a limit to what I can achieve all on my own.)

(If only there was someone reliable, an accomplice I could take up with full confidence.)

Kuro: Ey, you there… Uh, the young master.

Keito: …? You’re Kiryuu Kuro, are you not? What do you want with me?

By the way, my name is not young master, it’s Hasumi Keito.

Kuro: Kate-o, huh… Hm, that’s some girly name.

Keito: Are you picking a fight with me?

Kuro: Haha. If I got into a fight with ya, it’d be more like pickin’ one someone who’s half my size.

But anyway, quit being so threatenin’. We sang together at that underground livehouse just the other day, y’know.

Keito: ? You were there too?

(Come to think of it, I think I did see him on our way to the underground livehouse.)

(And the fact that he was “hanging out” there… I guess the rumors turned out to be true, that guy’s a delinquent.)

Kuro: Haha. Well I can’t blame ya for not noticin’, that place had a big ass crowd.

Dunno how Sakuma brought everyone under control like that, ain’t no way I could’ve done it.

Keito: But, you probably could’ve pulled off something close enough. Threaten them in a deep voice, something like “You lot, get in gear or I’ll beat the life outta ya!”, and then the place would settle down real fast.

I’ve heard some rumors about you. That you’re the pride of your hometown, esteemed for your fighting skills. What’s someone like you doing, enrolling in an idol training school?

Kuro: What? Are ya saying delinquents aren’t allowed to wanna be idols?

Keito: ...No, I’m not.

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Collaboration with: ciel

[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 5

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

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Masterlist

June 2004

I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

Been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night

Now I see Daylight, I only see Daylight

-Daylight, Taylor Swift

“I heard this movie was stupid.” I gasp at his comment, hand clasped dramatically over my heart.

“Don’t you dare insult Napoleon Dynamite!” He rolls his eyes with a muffled snort at my antics. “This movie is hilarious.” Perching myself upon my couch in a pair of comfy sleep shorts and a loose-fitting tee shirt, I grab the remote and point it at the TV before hitting play. I spare a quick glance at the man who has practically become my best friend these past few months. With his black sweats and gray hoodie, he looks more relaxed than I’ve seen him since that night in the bar. Even with the movie playing, it’s hard not to notice little things about him, even now. “What does the R.P.D. on your sweatshirt stand for?” The question takes him off guard, looking at me, and for a split second, it looks like he’s not even in the same room as me anymore, although he shakes himself out of it fairly quickly. It’s almost impossible to miss the glazed-over look in those eyes.

“Um, well,” he pauses, looking for the right words.

“You don’t have to tell me. I didn’t mean to pry.” I rest my hand on his covered forearm gently, and he looks as if I’ve shocked him, snapping his gaze onto me.

“No, it’s okay. I’m sure you heard about the whole ordeal that happened in Raccoon City a number of years ago?” I nod, not quite sure where he’s going with this. “I was there.” No fucking way. Sure as hell explains the haunted look in his eyes.

“I thought they sterilized the whole city after the outbreak?”

“They did. I managed to get out before that, along with Claire. I said I used to be a cop. I was a cop in Raccoon City.” For a moment, I’m silent, processing this new information. RPD. Raccoon City Police Department. Everyone heard about Raccoon City. The zombies that ran rampant after Umbrella accidentally let a virus loose in their lab. All the lives that were taken. Then, the government dropped bombs on it, completely wiping out everything inside, dead and living included. Unsure of what I can even say at this point, I take to just giving his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m glad you made it out.” It’s all I can think to say, no apology is going to mean a thing at this point. He rests his hand on top of mine, almost like he’s trying to ground me with a touch. I always find myself surprised by how hot he runs, his touch warm and comforting, like some kind of security blanket. He takes a deep breath, eyes scanning around the room before changing the subject without further signaling from me.

“Your apartment’s nice. Homey,” he says, sinking further down into the plush of the couch.

“Thanks?” I accept the compliment hesitantly, a smile growing on my face anyways.

“Yeah. It’s better than my place. I have one dead plant in the corner by the door, but besides that, it’s pretty much just furniture,” he explains, grinning at the photo of my sister Natalie and I hugging and smiling, her petite frame dolled up in her wedding dress, my own body wrapped in light blue chiffon. Her maid of honor. “Who’s that?”

“That would be my annoyingly charming little sister on her wedding day.” The memory flashes in front of my eyes, the image of her teary smile as she said ‘I do’ to her husband, James. The giggles as we danced together. The tears we shed as James stood up and talked about how honored he was to be able to be standing up there, marrying the woman his best friend, our brother, had introduced him to before he died.

“You look happy,” he observes, looking at me for confirmation.

“I was. That was 2 years ago. Natalie’s pregnant now, due in 3 months.”

“Well, tell her I said congrats,” he says, arms crossing over his chest, a small smile on his features as he turns his attention back to the screen. We are both silent for a minute, but due to the earlier conversation, he’s not quite able to follow the plot for a minute, trying to piece together information that he missed.

“You said you don’t have any decorations in your apartment?” I find myself asking in favor of the movie. Leon snickers, eyes looking back at me.

“You know, you’re the one who wanted to watch this movie,” he teases, holding no ill will in his words though. “But no. I’m rarely there. Thinking of actually moving somewhere cheaper since I’m only there for maybe a week or two at a time before I get shipped off for God knows how long.” He seems frustrated at this, his job, the hours. The loneliness.

“Have you thought about getting a roommate?” I suggest, rotating my body so my feet are resting on the couch, knees brought up to my chest, facing him. Maybe having someone to share the rent would make his financial load a bit lighter, but I’m quickly shut down.

“I tried that. I haven’t been able to find anyone who is willing to put up with my chaotic schedule. Half the time, I don’t know when I’m coming and going. That tends to frustrate a lot of roommates.” He sounds exhausted.

“Sounds lonely.”

“Well, I’m content in my loneliness.” He smirks, parroting my own words back at me. I slap a hand across his arm gently.

“Seriously though, I didn’t think a roommate's schedule mattered most of the time, as long as they aren’t obnoxious when the other sleeps,” I admit, chin resting on top of my knees.

“Well apparently, it does, in fact, matter. Which sucks. I would need to find someone who could put up with not knowing when I’ll be here and when I won’t.” He glares at the ceiling as if it’s personally offended him, furrowed brows and lips curled downward. Don’t. Don’t fucking say it. Don’t.

“I could.” Had to open my fucking mouth. Leon’s eyes immediately snap to me, his frown replaced with a surprised expression.

“What?” He asks, almost in disbelief.

“I have an extra room. And I don’t mind the chaotic schedule,” I mumble, suddenly very embarrassed by my outburst. “Plus, I could keep your plant alive.” He finally cracks a smile as he laughs.

“You’re serious?”

“I mean, you’ll have to help with rent. And groceries when you’re here, but, yeah. If you want, the spare’s yours.” My heart races in my chest as if him saying no to this would be like him grabbing my heart out of my chest and tearing it in two, which I have no doubt he could do. Easily.

“Yeah. My lease expires in like 2 weeks.”

“I could help you move your stuff sometime this week.”

“Thanks. For everything.”

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

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All Day Affair - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (18+)

JATP Masterlist - Valentine’s Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ Smut, swearing, light embarrassment (minors DNI)

Words: 2757

Summary: A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can.

A/n: This weekend has not at all gone the way I’d thought/hoped it would and so I apologize for the slow churning of fics lately but I promise I am working on some much requested fics. On a lighter note, here is my contribution to the Valentine’s Day

My eyes groggily flutter open when I hear my phone rapidly buzzing on the bedside table. Charlie’s arm is draped over my exposed midriff, no doubt a position of his own doing. As I go to move his arm off my bare skin, he holds onto me tighter groaning an incoherent string of words. I attempt to grab the maniacally buzzing device with my eyes still closed. I’m incapacitated via Charlie’s hold on my waist, and thus, all I feel under my flattened hand against the cool surface are the discarded condom wrappers from last night.

“Charlie,” I scold, still not fully awake. He knowingly loosens his grip, allowing me to sit up and it isn’t until I’m upright and Charlie’s arm drops into my lap that I realize I’m completely naked under his t-shirt. My phone has not stopped vibrating like crazy much to my dismay. Haphazardly grabbing it off the nightstand, I wait for my eyes to adjust before I read the time.

11:26.

“SHIT. Charlie! Charlie, we’re late!” I try and shake him awake. He whines miserably,

“Mmmmm, what?”

“It’s 11:26, we’re late!”

The messages are from Owen and Savannah, both of whom we were supposed to be meeting for brunch at 11. While Charlie and I wanted Valentine’s Day plans alone, we also wanted to spend time with our friends whom we love dearly. Since the original plan was for the two of us to have the evening all to ourselves, we agreed on having brunch to start the day off well. Look how that turned out for us. I scramble out of bed, and I nearly hit the floor as my legs give out from under me. Luckily, Charlie was right behind me and was able to catch me in time.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore.”

“Yessss.” I fake slap his chest before we resume in the chaos, frantically throwing on decent outfits. I toss Charlie one of his band shirts turned muscle tees after hopping into a pair of jeans. Once dressed, I run to the bathroom and pass a brush through my hair in a frenzy before I begin brushing my teeth at lightning speed. Charlie appears beside me to brush his own teeth, and I’m practically sprinting out of the bathroom as he does.

“Don’t forget to fix your hair!” My legs nearly give out once more as I struggle to slip on my favorite pair of sneakers. Once I’m upright again, and stable, I grab both of our wallets and the keys to the house and car and shove them into my bag. Together we bolt out the door and clamber into Charlie’s orange Subaru.

In a nice contrast to all the rushing around we’ve done this morning, Charlie drives at a regular speed; thankfully, we make it to the restaurant in one piece. As soon as he puts the car in park the two of us run to the entrance to see our friends waiting at an outdoor table on the patio. Charlie and I finally made it, albeit a tad out of breath.

“Charlie, Y/n, nice of you to finally join us.”

“11:44 on the dot. Not your latest arrival, but an honorable mention,” Savannah jeers, waving me over to sit beside her.

“What happened this time?”

“Overslept. My usual alarm didn’t go off, I must’ve forgotten to turn it on last night.”

“Classic.” I’m distracted from Owen’s teasing when Savannah’s humorous smile drops. She’s looking at me with an emotion I can’t distinguish.

“You okay?” She simply nods and then pushes her chair back.

“I need to pee and you do too. Come on, Y/n.” And without allowing me to reply, she has me up out of the chair and briskly walking toward the bathroom. It isn’t until we’re outside the single stall that I noticed she grabbed my bag from the back of my chair. Once she’s locked us both in the room, she looks at me with wide eyes and a suppressed smile.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s this?” She answers my question with a question, before using her left index finger to poke the right side of my neck.

“Ow!” My face drops once I realize. Brushing past her, I move to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting the assemblage of love bites all over my neck area. Savannah merely giggles at the realization before opening my bag.

“You don’t have a sponge, so we’re gonna have to use our fingers.” I turn around to look at her, not through the mirror and find a bottle of full-coverage concealer in her hands.

“How did that get in there?”

“I put it in there last week after you had to spend the whole day adjusting your shirt around your collar bones to hide more of these.” She gives a vague gesture to the marks on my neck and begins applying the makeup.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“And you are unbelievable. That was literally last week, and you’re already marked up again. Don’t you and Charlie ever just make love? Does it always have to be ‘ravage one another’s body’?”

“I mean, occasionally. I don’t know, sweet and tender isn’t really our thing.”

“Clearly.” Savannah steps back to survey her work, “Okay, you’re covered but be careful because I didn’t pack setting spray.”

“I am forever indebted to you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. It’s Owen that you should pray doesn’t notice.”

“God, you’re right.”

“If I were solely judging by his hair, I’d have guessed you guys went at it this morning and not last night.”

“Shit, he’s probably marked up, too.”

“Well, I didn’t bring him concealer, and you two are not the same shade soooo… sorry.” I shake my head dismissively as I hold the bathroom door open for her behind me.

“Better him than me.”

“How was it though? You told me you’d text me updates.”

“Yeah, and then I didn’t set an alarm. But no, it was… so good. I’m like, sore.”

“Okay, we’re entering TMI territory so let’s find something to talk about before we’re back within earshot.”

“What are your Valentine’s plans for the rest of the day?”

“I might get frozen yogurt and watch a movie, haven’t really decided. I would ask what you and Charlie are doing, but based on this morning, I think I can guess.”

Just as Savannah and I did, the two boys fall silent once we approach the table; when the four of us are settled, I take a quick glance over the menu, as if I’m unsure of what I want.

“Okay, in the spirit of St. Valentine, let’s talk love. Tell us about your first kiss, Y/n.” Savannah eyes me, already knowing the horrendous story. I deadpan,

“No.”

“Wait, I’m actually curious. I don’t think I know this story.” Charlie leans forward in his seat, placing his forearms on the table in front of him.

“See what you’ve done?” Savannah merely shrugs and takes a smug sip from her water glass. “No, I’m not doing this. Why don’t you tell us about your first kiss, Sav?”

“I asked you first.”

“Fine, be that way. Charlie, tell us about your first kiss.”

“Well, I don’t know I-”

“Come on, what’s ‘love-master’ Charlie’s origin story?” Owen teasingly pats Charlie on the back, and the four of us all fall under a shocked silence at the sound of Charlie hissing in pain. My lips part in surprise but quickly press shut in a moment’s realization.

“You okay?” Don’t do it, Owen.

“Yeah, I’m fine just-”

“Oh my god.” Upon patting Charlie’s back, the fabric of his shirt moved out of the way to reveal a conglomerate of scratches across the surface of his sun-kissed skin. Owen laughs out in disbelief before poking one of the scratches again, causing Charlie to smack his hand away.

“Holy shit, did you get mauled by a bear?” Owen then gasps in a realization that I’d pray he wouldn’t have, and he begins to laugh even harder. “That good, huh Y/n?” My face heats up a million degrees and I cover my face with one hand as a desperate defense mechanism.

“It’s not a big deal, Owen.” Thank god, Savannah’s come to the rescue. “They just got a head start on Valentine’s Day is all.”

“Okay, can we please change the subject?” I plead as I’ve already had enough of their laughter. Charlie gives me a look that is both apologetic and embarrassed and I let out an exaggerated sigh as a response.

The rest of our brunch date is still a good time minus the occasional interjectory joke about my and Charlie’s romantic all-day-affair yesterday. Our foursome disassembles, already planning the next group outing post-Valentine’s intimacy.

“That was absolutely humiliating,” I state, buckling my seatbelt in the passenger's side as Charlie begins pulling out of the parking spot.

“You want me to be gentler next time?” Charlie asks sincerely and extends his right hand over the center console to rub a comforting circle on top of my thigh over the fabric of my jeans. The gesture pulls the warmth in my heart and the butterflies in my stomach a little lower.

“...No,” I admit shyly. The confession elicits a small, cocky chuckle from Charlie. He then gives me an affirming squeeze before tracing the seam along my inner thigh in a way that is too sensual to mistake his intentions.

The entire car ride home, the feeling of Charlie’s fingertips ghosting up my leg makes my heart beat a little faster and ignites a subtle heat where I wish he’d trail his hand up to. I’m sure my desire is apparent to Charlie but he doesn’t say anything about it. When we get back to our home, I stick the key in the lock and open the front door but freeze as I feel Charlie pressing into my entire backside. He leans down to playfully bite part of my earlobe as his hands come to rest on my hips.

“You said you didn’t want me to be gentle?” All of my senses are clouded by dense arousal so all I can do is nod. He airily laughs, a warm breath dusting the surface of my skin and I shudder involuntarily. “Go inside.”

After closing the door behind us, Charlie shoves me up against it, his hand behind my head to prevent me from actually getting hurt. He kisses my lips forcefully but doesn’t linger, and instead trails down the column of my throat. The kisses are rough in between small bites of affection, surely leaving more marks that I’ll have to wake up early to cover tomorrow. Or just not go anywhere. After this, it’s looking like the latter.

“You want me to rough you up a little bit? Huh?”

“Yes.” The love bites Charlie’s leaving behind become harsher on my skin, as he trails further down my neck, across my collarbones. “Charlie, can we…?”

“Can we what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please-“

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.” And with that Charlie pulls me into the bedroom, stealing kisses in between steps. Charlie moves to sit me on the bed but as he grabs me by the hips, I maneuver to switch places and push him down onto the bed. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and excitement, taking the hand that pushed him between his own. I smile delicately when Charlie presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles. That is the last trace of softness.

The two of us begin stripping out of our brunch clothes as fast as we can. It’s as if we’re running out of time. We’re both almost fully naked but before I can get my panties off Charlie’s lips are back on mine. His movements are swift, kiss after kiss is filled with an unrivaled lust that is glorious.

Crawling onto the bed, Charlie stays close behind, never allowing any loss of contact between us. I recover to a sitting position and Charlie wraps his arm under my stomach and presses a line of kisses across my shoulder blades.

“Can I take you like this?” He asks earnestly, running his hands over the vast expanse of my bare skin. I choke out a desperate plea and my breathing softens once I feel the absence of Charlie’s touch on my body. When I turn around I see him searching the room like a madman.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t find any more condoms. I think we used them all last night.”

“What? We only used three.”

“I don’t know! Maybe I dropped some?”

“Fuck it. Charlie if I’m not getting absolutely rawed in the next ten seconds I will walk out that door.” He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that and is back on the bed. Charlie grabs both sides of my face to bring me in for a long passionate kiss before taking his place behind me. His warm hands fall from my face to my waist, gripping the skin slightly.

Charlie sits back on his heels and moves my body back to hover over his. He runs a sensual path with his fingers down the sides of my body and slips one down through the growing wetness between my legs. Tracing the arousal over my quivering clit. The anticipation of the moment has heightened my sensitivity and as a result, I let out a whine. My whimpering continues when I feel him run the tip of his erection through the wetness. As I open my mouth to nag him for moving so slow, Charlie slams his entire length inside of me at once, causing me to cry out in pleasure. I can tell it feels incredible for him too by the way he’s gripping my hips. If he didn’t leave bruises yesterday, he definitely will today.

It doesn’t take long for him to figure out a tempo that’s comfortable for the both of us and my labored panting fills the room. Charlie lets out a groan followed by a laugh because we could both feel the physical reaction I had to the noise he had let out. Wrapping his right arm across my stomach, Charlie reaches the left up to grab my tits, and roughly bite another hickey on my shoulder. He uses his right arm to pull my body into his own torso, and shifting his hips he makes a few adjustments. Charlie shifts one more time and when he thrusts back into me I cry out so loud surely our neighbors will put in a noise complaint.

“There we go,” he grunts to himself, but our proximity allows me to hear. Repeatedly thrusting into that spot, my eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Charlie resumes leaving harsh, lingering kisses, and love bites down the side of my neck, moaning into them in ecstasy. As I feel my heat begin to pulse, Charlie knows I’m close and tries to grab my attention.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” I will my eyes open and turn to look. The pleasure of his movements is so overwhelming that in between moans and shallow breaths, I find myself leaning my head back to rest on his bare shoulder. “I want you to look at me as you come undone.”

“Okay.” I swallow hard from how dry my mouth is from panting so hard for so long. Each next thrust is measured and the sound of our labored breathing and pleasured moans fill the electrified air.

“Charlie.”

“I’m close. Where do you want-”

“Just stay inside.”

“You sure?” Before I can give a coherent response my orgasm tears through me like a wildfire. I’m doing my best not to scream and what comes out is a mix between a strangled cry and a deep, guttural groan. Adding to my ecstasy, Charlie reaches down to trace tiny circles over my clit and I feel tears of overstimulation prick the length of my lower lash line. While Charlie fucks me through my high, I feel his movements stutter and the familiar twitch before he relaxes his hold on my body. The two of us collapse back onto the bed in a symphony of gasps and bliss-fueled laughter.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he says behind a smile.

“I love you. That was the first time I’ve forgone condoms…” I state to the ceiling in a moment’s realization, “How do I get this out of me?”

***

A/n: I really am so sorry about the slow churn of writing. I’ve gotten busy with classes and though I knew this was coming I’m still upset that I can’t spend more time writing. On top of that being in a block has been really rough but it’ll pass with time I hope :)

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