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skylermadness · 6 months

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Rustic Cabin (Lumberjack TF/MC/AP)

(Original Date of Upload: February 25, 2022)

I was going to upload this last year but it was sitting in my drafts because the formatting scared me.

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Here it is, one of my favorite works to have written thus far! I had this idea mulling in my head for a few months now, admittedly, so finally writing it and getting it out there is really cathartic. And this is definitely one of my favorite human TFs to have written so far, especially since I was trying something a little new with it. I do think it would look better with formatting but unfortunately that never translates well over when you make it a .txt file. Nonetheless I hope it turned out just as good for everyone to read as it did for me to write!

There was a feeling of comfort surrounding the man. Surrounding him was nothing but massive trees as far as the eye can see. It was beautiful. Comforting. It felt just like home for someone like him.

A massive, hairy hand clasped onto the axe. The worn wood sent another pang of familiarity through his nerves. Over a decade, almost two, of use and it's still going strong.

With a strength he didn't think he had before, he lifted up the axe and began to eye the tree. A noticeable indent was within the tree. So many years of work finally coming to a climax.

He hauled the axe backwards and paused to savour the moment, and with one last swing…

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From what was once a previously unconscious state, verdant green eyes shot open. Forced open, rather. An annoying buzzing had started to go on and off.

"Grrhg… I thought I had turned that off…"

A young man laid on his back and stretched an arm out to a nearby counter before promptly slamming a fist down on a button, one that belonged to his alarm clock.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment. A strange, foresty smell lingered in his nose, accompanied by glimpses of a forest within his mind. A part of him knew this was from a dream he had last night, but he couldn't quite remember much else. He wished he was able to stay asleep longer to find out.

The man sat up and scratched his stubbly chin. "Today's s'pose to be my day off," he muttered to himself.

This is Victor Marshall, and this was indeed supposed to be his day off. To be more accurate, it was his week off from work. And he was hoping to get a little more sleep in, in comparison to a normal weekday. But it was unlikely he'd be able to get back to sleep now.

Resolving to reluctantly start his day, Victor sluggishly ran through his morning routine. Brushing his teeth, showering, aimlessly checking random sites for any updates. After showering he haphazardly threw on a navy blue hoodie, black sweat shorts, and some plain white socks. He didn't even bother to comb his hair, deciding to keep it in the messy style that he had preferred over the "prim and proper" style he felt obliged to have for work.

After one last glance at Twitter, Victor shut off his phone and headed down to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast. He had a lingering mood for pancakes that he couldn't quite place the origin of. But finding them to be a little too work intensive for having just woken up he chose to just scramble a few eggs and call it a day.

Once breakfast was all prepared Victor took a seat at the kitchen table and pulled out his phone again. A realization was beginning to dawn on the young man.

He had nothing to do on his week off.

While sitting around and aimlessly wandering the Internet had seemed to be an appealing expenditure of time, something was welling up inside Victor. He wanted to do something… more.

Unfortunately he didn't have too many options. His friends all still had work at their own jobs, and he wasn't too interested in doing something by himself like watching a movie or continuing one of the numerous game playthroughs he has hanging in the air.

Twirling a fork in the air, Victor tried to think of something to do. Suddenly, a message notification pinged on his phone. Glancing down he saw it was from his father.

DAD Hey, kiddo! Heard you got a week off!

Victor tapped the notification and responded.

YOU Hi dad. Yeah, got some time off. still trying to find something to do to spend that time.

DAD I don't have too much in mind, but I hope you can come up with something.

Helpful, Victor thought.

DAD Actually come to think of it… Do you remember Uncle Lance?

Victor tilted his head. Uncle Lance… He couldn't quite put a face to the name, but it was familiar.

YOU not very well.

DAD I expected that. I think the last time you saw him you were still a little tyke. And that was what? 20-something years ago?

YOU Good job on making me feel old there, dad.

DAD Not as old as your old man! And definitely not as old as Lance would've been!

Victor smiled, but he had to get his dad back on track…

YOU So who exactly is Lance?

DAD My older brother. He was such a great guy! He worked as a logger. Specifically at this cabin he owned all those years ago! Although after he went missing the ownership was transferred to your pa over here.

YOU er, missing?

DAD Yeah… we never quite got the details of it, unfortunately. But that's beside the point! I think that cabin would be a nice vacation spot for a bit, if you're interested.

Victor looked up from his phone and thought. It might be nice. Getting out for a bit. Although he was still a little curious about Lance's disappearance. But judging by the conversation switch it appears his dad might not have wanted to speak too much about it. After a few seconds he looked back at his phone.

YOU alright, yeah, I'm interested. send the directions if you have them.

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The cabin was located in a northern portion of his county, specifically a heavily forested region of it.

Victor chose to only pack a few extra sets of clothing and his laptop. His father had assured him that the cabin was still well kept and that he had tried to "modernize it" a little in the event he ever decided to stay there. Although knowing dad, modernizing might be a stretch.

The actual drive there was lengthy, almost half the day to be precise. Over the course of hours Victor watched as city skylines shifted to heavy forestry, packed highways dispersed into nigh-uninhabited roads, and the touch of humanity faded away as he went further up north.

Once he got far enough his car was coaxed off the road by a dirt path wide enough for vehicles to pass through. Victor started to drive onto the path, his eyes occasionally looking away to take in the forest. Massive trees towered over the pathway with the sun shining through the cracks in the foliage. The only signs of fauna was the sound of chirping birds that echoed through the branches. Something about this forest felt welcoming to Victor. Welcoming and familiar.

Ten minutes after entering the forest his car started to pull up to a clearing. A few birds flew up from the ground as he stopped, and his eyes started to take in where he was. Victor got out of his car and started to inspect the location.

The clearing itself was the same packed dirt as the path save for a few patches of grass starting to sprout through. A log cabin stood in the middle of it surrounded by the dense forest. As for the trees, all of the trees looked fairly similar… except one.

It was a tree that was beside his car. It was just as tall as all the others, just as thick too. But on the side of the tree facing towards the cabin was a dent. It was as if someone had been heaving an axe into it. Etched above that dent was a set of lines, seven to be exact.

"Must've been uncle Lance's work…" Victor muttered to himself. He placed a hand on the etched lines, a feeling of familiarity yet again running through his veins. He felt almost entranced… but he broke out almost instantly, shaking his head. "That was weird."

Disregarding whatever just happened Victor went to the back of his car and pulled out the dufflebag containing his items before heading into the cabin. The sound of the dirt crunching beneath his sneakers as he did so felt oddly calming.

Flicking a lightswitch Victor found that the cabin had only a small layer of dust and next to no cobwebs. Once he walked in he found himself in the cabin's living room. Inside it was a sofa with a small table beside it, and a fireplace in front of it with a few empty vases perched above it. On the left to the living room was a kitchen that seemed fairly modern containing a functional stove, microwave, and blender positioned adjacent to a kitchen island. As for the right there was a bedroom with a large, comfortable looking bed covered with a red plaid patterned blanket. Beside it was a bedside table and a door that presumably led to the bathroom.

Victor heaved the dufflebag onto the couch and started to look around a bit more. This place had an air of age to it, but it still had the touch of something recent. All the wood and carpets looked clean (or as clean as something with a slight layer of dust can be). And the touch of technology was almost non-existent, yet the kitchen was new and there were a few power outlets.

Victor's eyes locked back onto the shelf that was above the fireplace. Between the vases was a framed photo.

Walking towards the shelf and taking a hold of the picture frame, Victor found the image to be of a man. He was rather large, a mix of muscular and fat. The man was clad in overalls and a flannel, the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his hairy chest. He seemed to be rather hirsute in general judging by his arms. One arm was holding an axe over his shoulder. He sported a thick beard with specks of grey on the chin, short hair that was greying at the sides, and a face that looked to be weathered. Through it all he sported a great smile, one that seemed to be of pride.

The man's smile made Victor smile. "This must be Uncle Lance," he said to himself. The man looked so happy. So jovial. Seeing this image alone had made Victor wish that he had met Lance.

Placing the picture back onto the shelf, his eyes then caught onto something on the wall. It was an axe. Although the blade was rusted and the wood looked extremely chipped. Victor started to walk over to it, knowing it to be the axe his uncle used.

He felt overwhelmed with something. A feeling that maybe he too could wield that object. But the moment the skin of his hand touched the handle he was forced to retract his arm, hissing in pain. He spat out a "Fuck!" as he started to hold his wrist. "Must've gotten a splinter!" What had possessed him to touch old wood!

He moved into the bedroom and started to look through the bedside table's drawers. He wasn't sure if a pair of tweezers would be in this place but he could only hope to find one.

Unfortunately, a few minutes of hopeless drawer searching had been fruitless. No tweezers could be found, and strangely he found that his finger no longer hurt. Upon closer inspection, the splinter was gone…

Victor chose not to think too much about it. But now that he was in the bedroom, curiosity started to bud inside him.

Not too much was on the bedroom's tables save for another picture of Lance, this time with a younger Westley- er- his dad. Beside the doorway was a dresser that contained numerous briefs, jeans, and suspenders. And next to that dresser was a closet.

Inside the closet were only flannels, all with plaid patterns. The only differentiation was the color of them which usually ranged from red, blue, green, and brown.

Victor took hold of a flannel. It looked so new, yet it still seems worn a little. And there was this smell, this musk coming off of it. It made his mind feel a little hazy.

Hanging the flannel back up, he decided to stop skulking around his uncle's former living place and take a well deserved rest. Unfortunately, once he sat down and pulled out his phone he found the cabin had no reception. The last thing he had received was a text from his dad telling him to have fun.

Victor shrugged and placed the phone on the table beside the couch. He thought about pulling out his laptop and maybe forfeiting some of his downtime in order to work on some work documents, but he decided against it.

Maybe sitting back and taking in the sounds of the outside would be good…

The light of the evening Sun shone through the window as he began to relax. The bird chirps had slowed down, replaced with the rustling of the trees in the wind. The smell of the forest penetrated his olfactory senses again as he drifted into an almost daydream-like state.

The feeling of longing to meet his uncle started to enter his mind. But he also felt like this was how his uncle spent his days when he wasn't working, just taking in the reality of where he lived. Perhaps this might be a great week for him after all.

What felt like minutes to Victor was actually a few hours, with the Sun having now set and the darkness of the night now visible outside. The light of the cabin gave a sweet sense of solace, though.

Victor blinked and peeled himself off the couch. He turned his head to the kitchen and saw the time of day. After all of that he somehow felt tired and his muscles were starting to ache.

He got up and started to head towards the bedroom. While passing a window his eyes caught a glimpse of a deer in the clearing. Another aspect of familiarity for the man…

After reaching the bedroom Victor kicked off his shoes. But without even removing the rest of his clothes he instantly collapsed onto the bed with the sweet embrace of sleep taking him not even a few seconds later.

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Victor's muscles continued to ache as he slept, which had caused the entire cycle to be discomforting. Every few hours he'd toss and turn while grunting, muttering in his sleep on how he should probably be a little less intense during his work. Unbeknownst to him his aches were caused by something else. Something settling in his body.

At first it was growing pains. A slow growth spurt occuring in his sleep, bones in his arms, legs, and back lengthening with each passing hour. There were times he'd hear a soft crack in a joint or in his back, an event that forced him to think again about work. About not overworking himself.

The growing pains were accompanied by muscle aches. While his limbs lengthened, they also bulked. Muscle mass growing in his arms and legs. His pectorals subtly increased in size while abs began to form. His hands were catching up with the changes too, growing larger and meatier. His fingers were basically sausages now.

There was a point in the night where Victor resolved to sleep on his back. Loud snoring started to escape his throat at this time, having replaced what was once his quiet sleeping behavior.

His noticeable musculature didn't last very long after that. With each inhale came a bit of bloating in his body. Fat started to accumulate on his belly, his hoodie starting to ride up it as a result. A set of moobs soon melted out from his pectorals. Many of his features had also grown softer, his arms and legs looking thicker while his face looked chubbier.

Another aspect of discomfort was then added in the form of itching. Victor placed a massive hand on his belly as it began. This was due to hair starting to grow out of his body. A treasure trail was growing up the middle of his belly. Thick hairs were growing on the back of his hands and all over his arms. A bushy mustache grew out of his upper lip while the remainder of his facial stubble grew into a short beard. And as for the hair on his head, it looked to be shortening and darkening. All of this new hair was a deep black instead of the brown he once had.

A wave of changes then washed through his clothing. All of them grew to become a little bit more fitting on his body, but a few more adjustments had to be made. One of the sleeves of his hoodie began to roll up. Splotches of plaid-patterned red started to appear in the blue fabric. The hood itself began to shrink into more of a collar. Even a few buttons emerged while the beginnings of a split formed in the middle of the hoodie. The legs of his sweat shorts grew longer while the fabric thinned. And despite the fact he wasn't wearing his shoes, they were experiencing multiple shifts too: deepening from white to brown, the topline rising, and the overall look of them growing bulkier.

It was here the changes were beginning to slow. Specks of grey were starting to shine in some portions of his hair, the palms of his hands seemed a little rougher, and his height had finished increasing significantly. His clothing had also paused mid-changes.

Victor huffed as something began to shine in his eye. It was sunlight. How was it morning already?

He blinked his eyes, mind still feeling tired. Last night was… severely uncomfortable. Maybe it was because this was a new place to sleep?

As he shifted around his bed the springs creaked under his weight. Did they do that before? He could've sworn they didn't…

He draped his legs and stood up off the bed. He caught a glimpse of his footwear, which now looked like a weird mix of sneakers and leather boots. But he didn't have too much time to dwell on that because he really needed to go to the bathroom now.

Each step to the bathroom felt heavier than he remembered. The wooden floorboards would sometimes creak beneath his feet. Come to think of it, everything felt heavier than before. He unintentionally placed a hand on his belly and felt the thickness of it, which forced him to look down to see how big he's gotten. He… he wasn't always like this was he?? And why… why did his hoodie look partially like a flannel.

Walking into the bathroom then brought him to a mirror, face to face with himself. Wider, chubbier face; thicker facial hair; black instead of brown hair; so much was… different.

"What… happened last night…" he asked himself. His voice was so deep. Gruffer than it was before. He looked down and undid a few buttons of his hoodie-flannel to find that his chest had gotten hairier. "I wasn't always this hairy was I??"

A headache started to emerge in his mind. He was so confused. "Uuugh… get a hold of yourself, Vic… Vi…"

He forgot his name.

He placed his two meaty hands at the sides of his head, letting out a few ragged breaths as he did so. His head was swimming in thoughts- his body, his clothing, his name, even his own memories. Everything is conflicting with itself! But something was there trying to reassure him everything was normal. Everything was fine.

"C'mon… Vin… Vince, everything's fine," he told himself. He's been living in this cabin for a few… months was it, now? Nothing about this should be out of the ordinary!

He was snapped out of the chaos of his mind by the sound of his stomach rumbling. He gave his tummy a knowing pat while smiling weakly. "Maybe I should follow up on that cravin' yesterday and make myself some flapjacks…"

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"Nothin' like the smell of flapjacks in the morning!"

He wasn't quite sure how this oven got here. He could've sworn it wasn't there last he checked! But he didn't care too much. He somehow knew how to use it, and he could still make that sweet smelling breakfast that always made his day better. Especially after that morning he had!

The sound of Vince's weird footwear clomping on the ground of the cabin was slightly off putting. He was still a little confused about everything in general, honestly. His mind felt hazy, like something wasn't there yet. But maybe that's just the last remnants of sleep. Maybe after filling his belly and getting some energy he'd feel better!

It took a few more minutes to fully prepare the remainder of his meal, but soon he found himself with those fluffy flapjacks. Once they'd been accompanied by a small slice of butter and some syrup he knew everything was ready.

The moment he shoved a forkful of flapjacks into his mouth he was practically assaulted with flavor. So fluffy, so buttery, so sweet… it was as if he were trying these for the first time! And as Vince continued to dig into his breakfast, a new surge of changes ran through him…

Another round of fat started to pile up in his belly. If he stood up he would've noticed he was losing all sight of his legs and feet. His shoulders then broadened in order to keep up with his new body shape.

In spite of that, his body wanted to persist. Bouts of strength radiated from his core and throughout his body. And even though it wasn't visible under all of that fat, he was gaining another burst of muscle mass.

Specks of hair grew out all over his chest, with a thick thatch of it now visible from the portion of unbuttoned shirt he still had. His beard grew out becoming larger, thicker, a proper beard for someone like him! The hair on his head continued to shorten, however, and his hairline seemed to recede a bit.

His clothing caught up to the changes too. The other sleeve of his shirt rolled itself up. The remainder of the hoodie shrunk into a proper collar. The splotches of plaid spread and got rid of any remaining blue while also thinning the fabric a little. More buttons trailed down the shirt until it became a proper flannel. Even a breast pocket emerged on the right side of the split.

His sweat shorts could no longer be called that. The legs had grown so long they went a little above his ankles, the fabric changed to be a little thinner, and belt loops had manifested around the waist. A brown leather belt soon slithered around the man's waist before promptly buckling itself. And that wasn't the end of it's changes as straps slunk up the front and back of his body, snaking and branching in order to change those pants into suspenders.

His footwear had finished their own changes too. The material changed completely into hard, brown leather. The topline reached pretty high, halfway up his lower leg. Shoe strings materialized and clasped the lip of the boot to his leg snuggly.

His mind clicked right when two clicks rang from the straps of his suspenders fastening themselves onto the pants. Licking what food remained off his lips, the burly bear of a man gave himself a good look.

He smiled. "I don't think I've eaten like that in a decade! Always makin' yourself proud, eh Vance?" He didn't care that his body looked different. Or his clothes. Or even the fact his voice was so deep and powerful.

With his plate pretty much cleaned off he rose from his seat and took a look around. That air of familiarity he had yesterday, that was all because this was his home. It had been for a good while. He couldn't get the years right, but he knew he'd been here for a long time taking in the nature of the world around him.

Then a new memory popped up. Something he'd been wanting to do for a long time.

His axe hung mounted on the living room wall. Wood worn, metal rusted. He couldn't remember how it got like that. He could've sworn he used it yesterday…

Vance clasped onto the axe and lifted it from its perch. Holding onto it… it felt so different…

In mere moments Vance's body changed for one last time. Where his hands met the axe his skin calloused and scarred with years of work getting put in them in seconds. More and more greys speckled into the black of his hair giving his body hair and beard a salt and pepper look. Grey also settled into the sides and back of his head hair. His hairline continued to recede a little, stopping right before it would be considered balding. And the remainder of his head hair shortened for one last time into a soft mat of hair.

His face weathered and aged. Crows' feet indenting themselves into the ends of his eyes, wrinkles forming in his face, and a few stretch marks emerging through it all. It would settle to what would presumably be his late 50's, if he could remember his age properly.

As for the axe, it underwent the opposite. The wood fixed itself by smoothing up and filling in chips, but it still retained a bit of wearing to it. Rust chipped off the blade and dissipated, the blade ending up looking cleaner and functional. This was the axe that Lance knew.

Hauling the axe over his shoulder Lance smiled proudly. He knew what he was doing today.

The lumberjack headed outside and took a moment to breathe the fresh forest air. It smelled like his dreams, he thought. Then he headed towards where the road met the clearing. A big red pickup truck was visible on the road. But that wasn't what he was headed towards.

He was headed towards a tree. The tree.

It was bulkier in comparison to the rest. The trunk was really thick. A sign of it being really old. Likely older than him. The tree had a wedge in it, years of hacking away at it signified by this wedge alone. The seven lines above that wedge each stood for a year. He's been working on this tree for seven years.

"And today I'm taking you down…"

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There was a feeling of comfort surrounding the man. Surrounding him was nothing but massive trees as far as the eye can see. It was beautiful. Comforting. It felt just like home for someone like him.

A massive, hairy hand clasped onto the axe. The worn wood sent another pang of familiarity through his nerves. Over a decade, almost two, of use and it's still going strong.

With a strength he didn't think he had before, he lifted up the axe and began to eye the tree. A noticeable indent was within the tree. So many years of work finally coming to a climax.

He hauled the axe backwards and paused to savour the moment, and with one last swing…

The sound of breaking wood could be heard as the tree started to fall into the forest behind it. Lance bellowed, "TIMBER!!!" as it did so.

Finally, it was complete.

He'd give one of the guys a call tomorrow to pick it up. It should have a good lot of lumber considering its size and width.

Taking a look at the sky he saw that it had already become evening. This work was always so time-consuming, but in a good way. He enjoyed it.

Once Lance was back inside his cabin he hung up his axe for the day. The man mused on how one of his buds would always tell him he'd always get the job done faster with a chainsaw. Maybe they were right, but something about heaving an axe at the trunk felt like it carried more weight to him.

He took a seat on the couch and let out a content sigh. Another day of work done, now it's time to relax a little and listen to the world around him. Although he did notice a few peculiarities, like a duffle bag he couldn't remember owning and a… cell phone on the desk…

He picked up the cell phone and pressed the power button. Somehow it's battery still hadn't died. He instinctively unlocked the phone, Lance unsure how he ever knew the password. The last thing that was open was a message application to someone named "Dad". And for some reason, seeing the word dad reminded him of his brother Westley… It brought him back to that picture on his nightstand of him and his brother.

Maybe he should take some time to visit him…

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Less than a week since Westley sent that last text to Victor. He kind of felt bad for neglecting to mention the cabin would have no signal.

He wasn't sure why he brought up his brother's cabin in the first place. Considering Lance had gone missing there twenty years prior with no evidence as to how it happened wasn't really reassuring. But it was oddly compelling to do so. His son needed something to do and he was happy to provide…

Westley sunk into his slightly oversized polo and looked over at a picture of him and Lance. He really did miss him…

As if on cue he heard the sound of a car pull up outside his home. He had assumed it to be his son's convertible but after a cursory look out the window he found it to be an all too familiar pickup truck. He walked outside in confusion. They never found the truck either so why would it be outside his house?

He heard a door slam all-to-hard before a figure stepped out from behind the truck. Clad in a flannel, suspenders, and leather boots; and just as hairy as he was when Westley last saw him; alive and walking towards him was Lance.

The bearish man let out a hardy laugh. "There's my favorite brother! It feels like it's been years since I've last seen you!"

Westley stepped back a bit, awestruck. "Lance? I thought…"

He wasn't given a chance to finish his sentence as he was scooped into the warm embrace of his older brother. A slight headache formed in his head as all recollection of his brother's disappearance faded away.

Lance let Westley out of the hug and smiled. "You thought what?"

Westley looked down for a moment. "I uh, don't remember… But a part of me feels really glad to see you…"

Lance placed a hand on Westley's shoulder. "I knew you missed me!"

Westley smiled. "Yeah. I did…"

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yuna542 · 10 months

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Connected (OT8 x Reader)

Part 18<-

Part 19

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Fighting

Word Count: 3k

Note: Finally a new Part. Hope you like it and I‘m really sorry that you have to wait for new updates. But I want to write things I‘m confident with and that takes some time. <3 You remember that Video of Felix sitting on Hannies legs? Got inspired ;)

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"I don't wear panties, you know."

Jisung's wide eyes, pouted mouth, and frozen look on his face was pure gold as you leaned down and whispered in his ear. You didn't know what had made you do it, but you had been so restless since this morning and an excited tingle had been spreading through your stomach all day. The boys made you unsettled, especially living with them. Seeing Chan‘s firm stomach, while he walked around the dorm almost naked every day, or Changbin‘s sweaty body when he came back from working out, Felix morning face, with those big glasses or Jeongins puffy cheeks after showering. All that was too much to handle the whole day, without being able to release some steam. The schedule for all of you were extremely time and energy consuming, which meant you hardly had any time together. It sucked but the preparation for the comeback would soon be over.

Then Jisung started to tease you in front of the whole crew of the Studio Choom Channel. The kids recorded the performance video for the title song today. It was a strong song and you were sure it would hit the fans like a wrecking ball, despite its unusual emotional depth and extreme mixed genres.

The Kids all looked fantastic. The new hair colors looked great on them, and you were especially taken with Han today. Probably because he wouldn't stop teasing you. He was clingy, kept pulling you back by the hand when you whizzed past him, called your name loudly to embarrass you in front of the film crew, and kept stealing little things you needed to work through your checklist. To sum it up: He was getting on your nerves big time with his outrageously handsome face.

While the guys all had enough to do themselves with makeup, outfits and rehearsals, Han seemed to calmly devote his attention only to you. You were already hurrying across the set again, where the lights were set up, and urgently needed to write down the number of one of the new stylists to hire him for the next time as well.

Thanks to him, the outfit selection had gone quickly and smoothly.

You patted down the pockets in your dress and then your bag, but you couldn't find anything there either.

"Jinnie have you seen my pen?", you asked stressed, but he just shook his head:

"Sorry, princess."

Then he proceeded to throw cheeseballs at I.N.

Chan and Felix were sitting in makeup getting made up while Seungmin and Minho were already in front of the camera getting their positions set. Just as you walked past Han, who was lounging in a chair, you wanted to scream out loud at his grin.

"Looking for something?", he asked in an innocent voice, tilting his head so that he could almost rest it against the back of the chair.

Annoyed, you took a deep breath and approached him.

"Where is it? Ji give it to me!", you snapped at him and he just grinned broadly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetie. But when you're mad, you look really hot."

"Stop playing games!"

He chuckled and you wanted to be angry at him so bad, to get that stress off your chest, but he looked at you with so much joy in his shining eyes that you just couldn't do it.

"You... Just wait!", you muttered and your fighting spirit was gradually awakened. That's how it always went between you two. Everything was a game by now and the other was trying to win at any cost. If you weren't so competitive, you might have admitted that playing games with Jisung was fun and you even liked it a little when he annoyed you.

You leaned down towards him and began to scan his upper body with your hands. Irritated, he raised his arms and let you slide your fingers into each pocket and fold of his clothes. But there was nothing there. When you lifted your gaze, his face suddenly hovered directly in front of yours. Your hands were firmly at his stomach, and as the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, you drew your eyebrows together.

"Go ahead and keep looking! Maybe it's hidden in my pants. You should search there."

His suggestive tone of voice was unmistakable.

Shaking your head, you couldn't hide the smirk at his audacity. Slowly you let your hands wander into his lap and braced yourself against his thigh, arching your back a little. The red accent in his hair made him look even bolder, and today mischievousness shone in his eyes to a whole new extent.

"Isn't Minho playing with you today, or why are you so needy for my attention?", you asked provocatively, and immediately his eyes darted to your lips.

It would be way to easy to overcome the minimal distance for him to kiss you and you loved to stir him up like that.

You squeezed his thigh lightly and as if by itself he looked into your cleavage next.

"I'd much rather play with you. You have better arguments", he shot back, clearly alluding to what he hoped to catch a glimpse of under your dress. Now the corners of your mouth lifted as well, and you got an urge to take it to the extreme to see who would give up first.

"Tell me where my pen is now or you'll never see a glimpse of those arguments again, Ji!", you muttered dangerously, digging your fingernails into his leg until he hissed.

Then he nodded behind you.

"There it is..."

You followed his gaze and rolled your eyes directly. Of course, the pen was lying on the floor right in front of his chair. He must have thrown it there before you got to him.

You pushed yourself away from him and understood his plan too late. It was only when you bent down to pick up the pencil that finally the penny dropped. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jisung with his hands clasped behind his head, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the view of your butt peeking out from under your dress.

From the satisfied look on his face, you knew his plan had worked. You stood up and as you walked by, you murmured to him:

"You can only lose this game, dickhead."

Jeongin looked confused at you two, but Minho only shook his head at him and gestured for him to say nothing. He was already used to your bickering and knew it was better not to interfere. There was always that weird sexual tension which everybody left speechless.

Finally, you had unceremoniously disappeared into the bathroom as the boys were busy shooting the first part of the choreography. You slipped out of your pink lace panties and crumpled them up in your hand.

When you came back, the guys sat together in a little break where makeup and hair were touched up.

Seemingly by chance, you sat down next to Han, who was talking to the director. He advised him to stand at a different angle to the camera for his part, and Han nodded vehemently. Under the table, you apparently randomly brushed Han's thigh with your leg and smiled to yourself as he stiffened next to you.

"I don't wear panties, you know", you whispered to him at a moment when the Director across the table was talking to Chan. Han's mouth opened and closed like a fish and he had obviously forgotten everything the Director had said to him.

If he gave you a hard time at work, so could you.

His gaze was glued to your lap and he inevitably imagined you wearing nothing else under that skimpy black dress.

"You're bluffing", he finally whispered, slowly lifting his gaze to look you in the eye.

You crossed your legs and returned his gaze with such intensity that it gave him goosebumps.

You closed your elegant fingers around his hand under the table and with the other hand you put your lace panties in his palm before you just stood up and disappeared. Just as the director turned back to address him, Jisung stared down at his hand where the piece of thin fabric now lay. You saw him snap out of his daze at the third repetition of his name, and he quickly slipped your underpants into his pocket.

You had won this round, that was clear.

Self-satisfied, you watched him give you warning looks as soon as he was back on the set. For the rest of the shoot, he never had a chance to talk to you. There was always someone around who could listen and so he was forced to watch you with the knowledge of your bare cunt, when you were squeezing your knees together while sitting down or adjusting your dress.

It drove him crazy. He wanted to rip the dress off your body and risk a glimpse of your naked middle, to finally get that temptation out of his head. That only he knew and couldn't tell anybody made it so much worse.

After hours of dancing and tons of repetition, he dropped loudly onto the couch. A small seating area had been set up next to the set so the guys could take a break there and watch the footage.

Felix and Jeongin sat on the second couch while Chan and Hyunjin watched the choreography on the screens to judge if they were happy with it. Your feet were already hurting from the long day, and even the walk to pick up the coffee you ordered felt like an eternity.

But now you were walking around distributing the orders among the guys and the staff. When you were about to give one of the last coffees to Felix, Jisung looked up from the sofa with wide eyes. You could see exactly how much the whole thing kept him busy and that he had your panties in his pocket the whole time, even during the shoot, didn't let him rest for a second.

You handed Felix the only milkshake and he smiled brightly at you.

Seungmin leaned back on an armchair with a tissue stuck to his forehead so his makeup wouldn't be ruined by the sweat. Changbin sat at the other end of the sofa with closed eyes, so there was a gap between him and Han.

"You could have sent someone to get the coffee", said Minho, sitting in an armchair and propping his elbows on his knees, the coffee between his hands.

"Yes. But no one but me can remember your confusing extra requests", you said with amusement, taking the last cup from the cardboard box.

"That's why we love you", Jeongin sighed, exhaling with relish as he took a sip from his cup.

"Come here and I'll thank you appropriately!", flirted Changbin suddenly awake again, winking charmingly at you. He stroked one hand up your thigh to the hem of your skirt.

"Stop that, Bin!”, you breathed with a laugh and quickly jumped on before anyone saw how red your cheeks were getting just because of his touch. You ran over to Han and handed him his iced Americano.

"Does it have cream in it?", he asked just to annoy you, and you coolly returned his gaze. Of course, he had to keep provoking.

You withdrew your hand just as he was about to grab it, opened the lid and took a big gulp.

"Yes... Yes there's cream in it," you said, continuing to deny him the cup.

He tried to reach for it, but you held it a little higher so he couldn't reach it from a sitting position.

"What's the matter, Hannie? Do you need caffeine to get back on your feet?", you asked with a sweet undertone, like you were talking to a puppy and the others watched you intently. Han pouted and fell back on the couch. His legs were apparently barely cooperating. After hours of dancing, it was no wonder.

"Give me that! Please! I need this. My legs hurt like hell."

You looked down at him and considered teasing him further for a moment, but he looked really exhausted. So you sighed and gave him the cup. Hastily he started to drink a big gulp. Coffee was really like gasoline for the kids. It only took one full cup and they were working again.

But you were also done so you wanted to sit down between him and Changbin. It was the only empty seat and your feet were screaming for a break.

Jisung realized this as he put his coffee down on the floor. He was faster than you and spun to put his legs across the couch. Uncomprehending, you stared at him and he just looked back with an innocent face.

"What are you doing?", you asked, and he clasped his hands behind his head.

He widened his eyes on purpose and grinned in amusement, to mock you. With a snort, you simply turned around and dropped onto his thighs. Immediately his upper body shot up and a tortured cry escaped him as your entire weight abruptly landed on his already exhausted thighs.

But you made no move to get up and his whining quickly turned to a frown as you slid around a bit on his legs to get comfortable.

"What?", you snapped at him as he just glared at you.

"Do that again!", he urged you, and you looked down at his legs in wonder. His thighs under yours felt tense and you could feel the fabric of his pants right against your bare core. Slowly you moved your pelvis back and forth and an overwhelmed moan escaped him.

"Oh. That feels good!"

The pressure you applied to his tense muscles with your legs was more than pleasurable for him and his head fell back into his neck.

"Does that massage you? Does that really help?", you asked in wonder, moving a little harder as you braced yourself against the back of the sofa behind you. Another loud gasp escaped him and he clasped your thigh with both hands.

"Yeah... That's good. It feels good", he sighed and you had to grin as his fingernails dug into your inner thigh as soon as you put more pressure with your left thigh on his bulge. Suddenly he opened his eyes and your gazes met. Now he felt your exposed cunt right up against his thigh and the friction of your bare skin right on his length, sent heat racing between his legs.

"Wha... Hold still!", he breathed suffocated.

He grabbed your thigh so tightly you couldn't move and pressed it against the growing hardness between his legs. That had been far too easy.

His hands were so tense against your thighs that his veins stood out, and the silver rings he wore pressed cool against your skin.

A choking gasp escaped him that you had only heard so far when he had fucked you as you rolled your hips harder against his lap.

At that point, Hyunjin cleared his throat loudly and glancing over at him, you noticed the cameraman shooting the Making-Off for the Stray Kids channel much too late.

Had he been recording all of this? Han also cleared his throat softly and his cramped fingers would definitely leave marks on your skin. So you leaned back, seeming relaxed, and had to grin into yourself when you felt the outline of his hard dick pressed against the underside of your thigh.

"Are you okay, Ji?", you asked in the most innocent tone of voice that had ever crossed your lips, and he just glared at you with clenched teeth. His face was fiery red by now, even though he tried to look unbothered.

You started a casual conversation with Jeongin and Seungmin until the cameraman lost interest and Chan started talking to the camera. Han was never so quiet in his life.

Not long after, he excused himself and disappeared.

You didn't meet him again until you were in the car half an hour later. The shoot was finished and you could finally go home. So you had the afternoon free.

In the car you felt Jisung's piercing gaze on you and that could only mean one thing:

He would pay you back.

At the dorm, you had just set a foot over the threshold when Han pushed past you and jumped into the hallway, making you almost loose your balance.

"Why are you so annoying?", you snapped at him, and he stepped so close to you that you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eye.

He bent down and grinned meanly while one hand gripped your ass and the other held your waist tightly.

"I love it when you look at me like that", he teased, squeezing your flesh until you hissed and pushed him away by his chest.

"Can you just shut up for five minutes, Ji?"

The others watched you silently as they slipped out of their shoes. Despite the apparent argument, there was so much tension in the air between you that it almost seemed like you were having fun with it. The others just waited for you to pounce on each other.

"Just ask nicely. You know I love it when you beg."

"I liked you better with your head between my legs. At least you were quiet then."

Felix almost tripped over Jeongin, who froze and put both hands to his mouth. Changbin snorted loudly and Hyunjin grabbed Chan's arm to stop himself from bursting out with laughter, exactly like Chan who looked at you with disbelieving eyes.

"Shots fired!", laughed Seungmin and Minho patted Han's shoulder as he walked by, as if to comfort him. Ji looked at you speechlessly as well, but instead of countering, the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slowly.

You were just able to kick off your shoes before he grabbed your arm and dragged you into his room.

Behind him, the door flew shut with a loud bang and before you could take a breath, he pressed his lips to yours.

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decided today is the day i spam post so here's random cookie run hcs

espresso has muscle problems and back issues because he sits like a shrimp i REFUSE to be challenged on that

everyone likes their soft sweetheart herb but mine is. a feral creature from hell. he's still a sweetie but he bullies people as a love language

affogato has obnoxiously pointy upper fangs and scales that are mostly along their spine and shoulders. because i took caramel calling them a snake literally

madeleine uses like 12 hair care products on his hair. espresso just uses 3in1 because he doesn't have time for allat he has work to do dammit

cherry blossom and herb are an underrated couple i find them so funny. especially with my feral variation of herb. crazy x crazier

herb chews their fingernails,, also uses she/he/they prns because they literally couldn't care less. you could use fart as a pronoun and they'd be like "yeah lol"

herb asks existential questions to nobody in particular at three in the morning. what makes this even better is that he lives with clover so imagine going down the hall after getting some toast and yo homie says "hey man... what if we're characters in a video game"

knight is originally from the vanilla kingdom so he's used to cold weather due to the autumn/winters in the pvk being cold and snowy. on the contrary mousse and princess both HATE cold weather and have to be dragged outside. (knight isn't complaining tho, free cuddles)

eclair once dove under the sea with candy diver and almost got eaten by squid ink when he tried to steal treasure from their cave

herb has white lilys trait of being able to be sniffed out for MILES, except instead of white lilies it's matcha tea

adding on, white lily's scent is slightly toxic (since white lilies are poisonous) and if you breathe it in for a certain amount of time you can get really sick

UPDATE I GOT NEW ONES

white lily HATES mornings. she always tries to sleep in and refuses to get out of bed until ten in the morning

dark cacao once proposed to golden cheese with a ring pop when they were like five. she said no

when espresso does sleep (which is incredibly rare) he can sleep for DAYS on end without waking up once. madeleine always has to come make sure he's even breathing. he's fine, he's just out like a light

herb has a very odd fascination with mythical creatures

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Is It Working For You? Part 18 | Rooster x Reader

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Summary: You and Bradley get the opportunities of a lifetime.

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter

Length: 1400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

A few weeks later....

Bradley was at the Hard Deck early Friday evening, losing at a game of darts against Hangman, but he was just too damn distracted by you to care. There you were, sitting at the bar with Cam and Maria, sipping a beer and laughing. You had just arrived a little while ago, and other than a wink in his direction, you had kept to the other side of the room.

Down a few stools sat Maverick, and the man could not be more transparent. He couldn't take his eyes off Penny. There was definitely something going on there. Bradley would get the information out of him the next time they grabbed a coffee together.

"I'll tell you why you're so bad at this, Bradshaw. It's clearly a lack of focus," Hangman drawled, hitting his second bullseye in a row.

"Nah, I think it's because he's severely whipped now," Phoenix added.

Bradley shook his head in the negative. "Nope, I was definitely bad at darts before I became whipped."

Today had been one of the best of Bradley's life. He finally got a new F/A-18 assigned to him, one with some updated controls, so he got to spend the morning in the air getting familiar with it. Being grounded the past few weeks had felt awful.

Then at lunchtime, you told him that Commander Bickel recommended you for a promotion of sorts, and you were going to take it. You'd be working in the Navy Software Development Lab on base at North Island, doing your dream job. You will soon be spending your time developing software based on what worked and didn't work well for the aviators. Bradley was planning on using this information to get you up in the air with him in the near future.

And after you gave Bradley that news, you asked him if he wanted to meet your parents when they came to visit you in two weeks. He said yes without hesitation.

But since he hadn't seen you since around lunchtime, he had some things to update you on. So he got his phone out and texted you across the room.

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"So, what you're saying is, the straight laced financial planner is actually extremely kinky?" you asked Cam.

"Yeah, it would seem that way," he said with a slight blush.

Maria sputtered. "Are you going to see him again? Are you into that?"

"Can we change the subject, please?" Cam asked before finishing his drink in one go and avoiding eye contact.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: meet me outside? i wanna talk to you

You rolled your eyes and hopped up from your barstool. "I'll be back in a while," you told your friends and headed toward the pool tables where Bradley had ended up.

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said with a smile when he saw you coming.

"You know, Roo, we don't have to sneak outside. This is no secret," you told him, lacing your fingers through his and kissing his cheek. The two of you had spent a very long hour with Maverick, Admiral Simpson, Admiral Bates and Commander Bickel on the Tuesday after the mission was completed. And while it was slightly uncomfortable to listen to your bosses talk about workplace misconduct and basically tell you to keep it in your pants during business hours, there was nothing to hide now.

Bradley chuckled. "I know, Baby Girl, but I wanted a little privacy."

"Oh. Then let's go." You led him away from his friends who were acting like children and making kissing noises and lewd gestures at you both. You and Bradley just flipped them off behind your backs, and you let Bradley lead you outside, across the deck, and down the steps. The sun was setting on a beautiful October day, and the light made Bradley's features look even dreamier.

Once your shoes touched the sand, Bradley was all over you, guiding you back until you bumped gently into the deck pillar. He kissed you softly, brushing your hair away from your face. You reached out and pulled him closer by his belt loops with a grin.

"Oh, so you didn't want to talk, you wanted to talk. I get it now," you told him with a giggle.

"Actually, I wanted to do both," he whispered against your neck. "I had my followup meeting with Cyclone and Warlock this afternoon."

"You did? Why didn't you tell me?!"

He smiled against your forehead before kissing you gently and pulling back to look at your face. "Because I didn't want you to stress about it. Not after the awesome day you were having."

"You could have told me, Bradley! If something is important to you, then it's important to me too!"

He kissed the tip of your nose. "I know, Sweetheart. That's why I'm telling you about it now."

"Well? What happened?" you asked, grabbing him by the biceps and shaking him. Your impatience always made Bradley smile.

"They told me I could have my pick of locations."

Your eyes went wide as you reached for his face to pull him closer. "Does that mean you're staying?" you asked in the softest whisper. This was the answer you'd needed all along. This is what Bradley had been waiting for.

"Yes, Y/N, that means I'm staying." Your lips were on his instantly, and he felt needy and wonderful as he teased your lips with his tongue. He eased your lips apart with his and gently stroked his tongue against yours as his fingers tangled into your hair.

Then when you moved your mouth to his neck, he lifted you into his arms holding you against him by your thighs. "I'm staying at Top Gun, Baby Girl. I'm staying with you."

You tightened your arms around his neck and rested your forehead against his. "I'm going to be smiling all weekend, Roo." You were grinning so much as you pressed a dozen gentle kisses to his face.

"Speaking of this weekend, I'm hoping you'll come with me to... look at some houses."

"Houses?" you asked between placing kisses next to his mustache.

"Yeah, Sweetheart. I want to get out of the barracks soon. I was just waiting for a solid answer from the Admirals before I followed up with the realtor I've been talking to."

You stopped kissing him to look him in the eye, confused. "You've been talking to a realtor?"

"Sure have, Baby Girl. He's going to show us four houses tomorrow afternoon. As long as you want to come along." Bradley looked a little anxious, waiting for your response.

Your heart was pounding. "You want me to come along?"

Bradley kissed your lips. "Of course. I don't want to get a place that you don't like. And my goal is to ask you to move in with me after we've been together for a few more months."

"It would seem as though you're showing your cards here, Bradshaw," you told him with a laugh.

You felt him squeeze your thighs tighter in his large hands before he said, "Nah, just making sure I give you enough time to get used to the idea, so you're more likely to say yes later."

After a beat, you told him, "Yes, I'll come with you and the realtor tomorrow afternoon. It's what a good girlfriend would do for her boyfriend."

"Excellent," Bradley said, and you watched his face ease into a relaxed smile.

"I love you," you whispered. "And I love calling you my boyfriend."

"Yeah... that title's fine for now, Baby Girl. But you know, eventually I'm gonna try to get an upgraded rank with the Navy and an upgraded title with you. You make me feel like I can have everything I want."

You stayed like that, in Bradley's arms and watched the sunset as you talked about the future.

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Chaos // Bradley Bradshaw

Chapter Three: The Other Women

Summary: Things were good between you and Rooster for what felt like a total of one whole minute before your entire world came crashing down around you—just like you knew it would. It’s always the same, the more you fuck around? The more you find out.

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. SMUT—absolutely pitiful writing. (Heterosexual) Bradley Bradshaw x female reader.

Word Count: 6.6k

Author Note: EEP! I’ve been waiting to this chapter to go live since I finished editing it. So here it is! I couldn’t wait. Also, let’s play a little game—how many lines from popular songs can you spot!Have a lovely night and see you next week!

You weren’t a closed off kid. In fact you were the exact opposite. You’d talk to anyone about anything as long as they were willing to give you the time of day. But as you got older, you noticed how the people that mattered most to you seemed to vanish into thin air. You started to develop incredibly unhealthy abandonment issues—which at its current, were as heavy and all consuming as they were going to get.

It would be easy to blame it on the fact your dad had given up his fight against throat cancer, or blame Pete Mitchell for basically going MIA for months at a time without so much of an update. You could blame your wingman, Sam for dying when he said he’d see you tomorrow, but that would be selfish. Mainly you blamed your

issues on Bradley Bradshaw—because of all people he was the one who’d slip back in seamlessly, only to break your heart again every damn time. But most of all you blame yourself for letting him do it.

“WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!” Pete shouted as your feet hit the floor. Rooster and Bob standing nearby as they watched you squeeze your throbbing right hand.

“He had it coming!”

“That wasn’t my question Chaos—I asked what the hell is the matter with you!?” Clenching your jaw you looked at Rooster before your eyes fell to Bob. Sighing, he threw the piece of ginger you’d slipped into his coffee mug when he wasn't looking this morning your way. Catching it with your left. His way of saying tell them everything because he sure as shit wasn’t going to. It was your story to tell. “Answer me—“

“I lost my wingman—“ It was the first time you were saying it out loud. Holding back tears as you looked to Rooster. His own heart breaking for you. “It was a routine training mission, Bob was there, he honestly should have been my back seater for this detachment but I didn’t want to fly with someone again. Didn’t want to be held accountable.” It wasn't an easy decision to give Bob up. He'd been the best back seater you’d ever flown with. But you couldn't do it again. Didn't want to do it again. Something about being responsible for another person in your cockpit made you feel weak, made you tremble in fear and that wasn't something you liked to admit. You didn't play well with others, but you’d easily tolerate Rober Floyd.

“Hangman pulled your file—“ Rooster interjected as you nodded softly in response. Your hand brushed and swollen. “That’s how he knew how to get to you?”

“He was supposed to be fine, it was just a bird strike he–he ejected into the water, ditched the jet—God there wasn’t a scratch on him.” Bob could hear your screams in his head still to this day. Having had to drag you kicking and screaming from the hospital the next day. “I told him I didn’t wanna leave him, said I’d sleep in the corner of the hospital room in one of those really uncomfortable chairs.” Scoffing you felt blood dripping from the cuts Hangman’s jaw had caused your knuckles. “He died of a brain haemorrhage, his helmet was faulty because he had a tendency to drop it.” You explained, your voice soft. Almost inaudible. “I left him and he died and I can’t take that back.”

“One, don’t drop your helmet, it could be the only thing that saves your goddamn life one day.” Rooster heard you repeat inside his head from yesterday. He didn’t realise it at the time but you were watching his back, not just being overly cautious. Not just being annoying.

“I won’t tolerate reckless behaviour in my classroom, or fraternisation in the workplace for that matter.” Pete reminded you and warned Rooster as your head hung low. “Get yourself together, cool off, and meet me and the rest of the crew down by the beach at five.”

“Sir?” Bob stopped Maverick before he left the room. “Chaos is one of the best pilots I’ve ever worked with, if you’re about to talk to the admirals? If they do decide to pull her? Please know that could be one of the worst things they could do for this mission's success.”

“Noted Lieutenant—“ Maverick smirked. “Noted.” Bob was hesitant to leave as you stood trying to compose yourself, Rooster having already made his way over to the small kitchenette to fish a handful of ice out of the freezer. Packing it into a clean cloth nearby.

“I got her.” Rooster softly assured the quiet weapons systems officer. Giving him the all clear to leave the room. Bob looked you up and down on final time. He’d heard alot about the man who liked to play tennis with your feelings, with your heart. Bob felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness for you. Stepping closer to where Rooster stood. His balls suddenly in his throat.

“All due respect Rooster, if you even think about breaking her heart again—“ Bob paused for a moment as he looked at you over Rooster's shoulder. Now sitting on the nearest table. Legs hanging over the edge. “I’ll kill you.” It wasn’t like Bob to threaten people, but when it came to the people he cared about? He’d do just about anything.

“I wouldn't dream of it, Bob.” Rooster assured him, watching as he nodded– accepting the reality of the situation that was playing out. Leaving you two alone, Bob left the room, his stomach unsettled because you blame yourself too much for the things you couldn't control. Wishing for a moment he could take just an ounce of the weight you placed on your shoulders.

Standing in his place for a moment, Rooster sighed deeply before he made his way over to you, jumping up onto the table beside you with a small audible huff.

“It’s always the weapons systems officers who end up scaring the crap out of me.” Rooster chuckled as he came to sit beside you, his knee bumping yours he sat that close. Smirking, you took the makeshift ice pack Rooster handed over.

“Bob's good people, he really held me together there for a while.” Placing the ice pack over your knuckles as you let your head fall against Rooster’s shoulder. He didn't reply straight away, he simply smiled softly as the feeling of being so domestically close to you. Enjoying the simplicity of the interaction. Nothing ever seemed so simple with you anymore, that was mainly his own fault.

“I wish you would have told me.” Rooster broke the silence as he shoulder bumped yours. Your head lulling off his shoulder as you looked at him. “I would have been there in a heartbeat for you.”

“Please, you wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow, Bradshaw.” You spoke way too softly, Rooster hated seeing you like this. “I didn’t—I don’t.” You corrected yourself. “Wanna let you in again because I know when I do it’s gonna hurt like hell,, you leave me every time I let my guard down.”

“You know I never meant to hurt you.”

“But you do anyway.” You were quick to justify why you had become so closed off. “You do anyway Rooster and I tell myself every time that you don’t mean to but it doesn’t change the fact I’m left pulling myself together again after Hurricane Bradshaw leaves a trail of destruction.” Pushing yourself off the table you stood before Rooster. His hands instantly drawing you closer to him by your hips. Standing between his legs as he listened to you. His eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips.

“You're heartless, cruel, you take miles from inches Rooster and we never get to finish what we start.” Rooster took notice that whenever he was without you—birds didn’t sing. There was no joy, no one to come home to. Sure he had a fling with some girl called Lindsey in his brief stint in New York but he couldn't commit. Birds stopped singing whenever you weren’t in his life and perhaps that was just something he noticed. Something small you took with you each and every time along with his heart, his ability to love. But as you stood between his legs, his fingertips curled into your hips. The birds outside the window had a reason to sing again. Removing a hand from your hip to burst the hair that had fallen effortlessly across the side of your face behind your ear. Cupping your cheek as he noticed your eyes trailing down to his lips then back to his eyes. “You really really don’t wanna do this.” You mumbled, warning Rooster.

“Are you trying to convince yourself?” Rooster smirked as he pulled you down into him. His lips on yours in a hot, needy mess. Both his hands cupping your cheeks. His tongue dancing with yours as you gave him more access to deepen the kiss.

“I don’t know how to properly explain how I feel about you.” Rooster broke the kiss. Letting his forehead rest against yours. “I run because the way I feel about you scares the shit out of me, I’m scared to lose you so I push you away, I think if I push you that maybe it’ll hurt less.”

“What did I call you yesterday? You teased as your forehead fell against Roosters. His hands trailing down your body to fall against your ass. Keeping you close to him as you stood between his legs.

“You called me Dumb–”

“Yeah.” kissing Rooster was as addictive as adrenaline to an adrenaline junkie. It was also just as life threatening. “Seems pretty accurate.” Things were complicated to say the very least. On one hand? Rooster was home. He always was and always would be home. But like one of those disgruntled, abusive manipulative homes? The ones where you just love them too much to see how much damage they’re actually doing until it’s far too late. Yeah—that was Bradley Bradshaw. “You’re no good for me, Rooster.”

“I know—“ You were expecting Rooster to put up some sort of fight, give you some complicated argument that turned the tables back onto you. But he didn’t. Rooster simply pulled back, his forehand disappearing from yours so he could get a good look at you and everything that made you. “Believe me, I know.” It was the way he said it that had your heart melting. Apologetic, self aware. “I don’t bring much to the table, and trust me I know everything that’s ever happened with us has been a direct chain link reaction because of something I did—but.” As Rooster spoke, your fingers played gently with the buttons of his flight suit. Your eyes hooded on his chest. “But none of that, no matter how bad things have gotten? I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried.” Something inside the pit of your stomach dropped—not in at oh you were going to be sick kinda stomach drop. But in an oh fuck am I really gonna fall for this bullshit again? Kinda way. Had the handful of times you’d dated Bradley Bradshaw in the past really taught you nothing? Staring at Rooster his eyes begged, pleading with you to say something—anything.

“Perhaps, maybe—if you're willing to try again? I’d be willing as well?” It wasn’t a definitive statement, more so a lingering question. But nevertheless it sparked Roosters curiosity bringing his arms down again to scoop you forward and into him by your waist.

“Is that so?” He teased. Kissing you softly as he kissed him back. Lips melting almost perfectly together.

“Very slowly, at a snail’s pace.” You cooed as Rooster smirked back at you. Kissing you again only this time with more behind it. His tongue slowly ran across your bottom lip as he begged for entry. Wanting, no—needing more of you.

“Is this slow enough?” Rooster knew he was already approaching supersonic, but the way you stared at him? Biting your bottom lip as you chuckled and smirked wildly, was worth it.

“Slower.” You reminded him, your voice hiding whatever anxiety you were feeling in the pit of your stomach about feeling so vulnerable, so open. But whatever it was it all went away when Roosters lips were on your once again. Slowly, passionately. His hands cupping your cheeks as yours rested on his knees. Pushing yourself up an inch or two onto your toes.

“Okay, sure—what about now?” Pulling away breathless Roosted dared to ask you one more time, looking for any sign to slow down despite your obvious explication. All you could do was laugh at yourself, at how pathetic you felt in the palms of his hands. Safe, secure—in the most dangerous position of all.

“You’re becoming an occupational hazard Rooster.” Pushing away, you turned on your heels, sinking your teeth softly into your lip to once again stop yourself from smirking too wide. Too obviously smitten with the man of your dreams and your nightmares. “I’ll meet you at the Beach.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“You got a hot date or something afterwards Bradshaw?” Mickey Garcia or as you’d known him by his call sign—Fanboy, teased a very sweaty, very shirtless, very ripped Rooster. You hadn’t really been able to take your eyes off him for the entire game of dogfight football. Rooster knew it too. He would deny it, but he’d been showing off just for you. Flexing his muscles, getting down and dirty. Wandering hands found their way to every part of you too—without shame, without a care. But now? He was flaunting his ego a little too much.

You had him right where you wanted him. Bending over in an attack position—ready to take off running down the beach the moment the whistle blew. You knew he was yours. “Wish someone would take me out!”

“What, on a date or with a sniper?” Rooster shouted back as he laughed, looking your way as you geared up to tackle Mickey.

“Surprise me!” Fanboy laughed, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose just as the whistle blew. Watching as you came sprinting his way. “Oh fuck—“ with a sudden clap of skin contacting skin and a subtly Oof, you and Mickey crashed to the wet sand below. Landing on top of him as the group whistled and cheered. “Jesus Christ, where did you come from!” Fanboy beamed as he let his head rest against the same, feeling you disappear from on top of him as you offered him a hand. Helping him up.

“You were too busy eyeing off Roosters abs, you may as well have had a giant red target on your chest.” Tapping his back softly, you walked side by side.

“Am I stepping on your toes Kazansky?” Fanboy cooed, knowing there was something between you and Rooster he could tease. “Don’t wanna share?”

“Unfortunately I’m not into polygamy, so no, Garcia—keep your eyes off what’s mine.” You could see Rooster out of the corner of your eye. He’d already fallen into the routine of just knowing where you were. Taking in the way you looked so effortlessly immaculate in your shorts, hidden by the cuff off the oversized shirt that adorned your body—deciding that Bob shouldn’t be the only person playing shirts.

“Ohh she’s claimed a camp. That’s cool that’s cool—I’ve still got my one and only.” Fanboy was pure. He was good people, the more time you spent getting to know the different TopGun pilots you knew they’d give anything to protect their own. Everyone except maybe Jake Seresin.

“Left or right?” You teased, questioning the back seater's personal preferences wondering if he’d respond. He did—way too proud.

“Right, but sometimes if I go in with the left it feels like—“ cutting Fanboy off with a groan you stopped him from going into too heavy detail.

“Okay—that’s enough, way too much information!” Laughing together as you reached down for the football, passing back to Mickey.

“So Bradshaw—“ Hangman cupped Rooster's exposed shoulder with his hand. The sun soaking into his skin. “How’s Chaos?” He wouldn’t normally ask, but his jaw still throbbed. “She packs a mean punch—“

“I wouldn’t wanna be the one on the receiving end, that's for sure.” Rooster stood with his arms crossed, watching you run around, laughing. “She’s okay—how’s the jaw?”

“Throb’s abit but nothing I can’t handle.” He wasn’t ready to admit it, but Jake felt bad for bringing up your file. Perhaps he’d crossed an unspoken line. But that would be a redemption arc for another day. “I do wanna know something though.” Hangman paused for a moment, watching you and Bob tag team. Racing up the straight of the beach as Hangman and Rooster stood off to the side—watching the chaos of dogfight football unfold. “I never took you for the eleventh man kinda vibe, always thought you were more of a paper rings person.” Frowning, Rooster turned to Hangman with a questioning brow. Annoyed.

“What are you going on about now?“ The irritation wasn’t very well hidden as Rooster spoke with Hangman. He still hadn’t really processed the tension he felt from the highly escalated training breakdown.

“You know, the eleventh man theory?” The silence could have been deafening as Hangman’s statement fell on deaf ears.

“No clue what you're talking about.”

“Right, well—say there’s a woman sitting around a table with ten men.” Hangman explained as he watched Roosters eyes trail you up and down the beach. “And all ten men are telling her how beautiful she is, how amazing she is. They’re buying her beers, sharing their food, just treating her like some goddess who’s walking the earth amongst us.” Rooster couldn’t help but to think, hell—he thought you were beautiful, a goddess in your own right. A powerful, respectable—independent Goddess. “Then, all of a sudden in walks the eleventh man.” Rooster turned his attention back to Hangman, his eyes off you reluctantly. “He takes one look at her, says, how you going—turns his back on her and turns all his attention back to his buddies.” Hangman let it sink in for a second before continuing his monologue that Rooster hadn’t remembered asking for. “That’s the guy she wants to be with, the eleventh man, not any of the ten men testing her well.”

“Where exactly are you going with this?” Rooster couldn’t help but to think this was coming off more an insult to his integrity than guidance.

“For some reason? Women don’t want nice, they don’t want real, they don’t wanna be treated well I mean—not a first and sometimes not ever. And I kinda get the vibe you’re a master at playing that role—the eleventh man.”

“And for some reason I really don’t trust your judge of character, all things considered.” Rooster left it at that as he walked your way, meeting you halfway up the beach as he flung his arm around your shoulders. Feeling your arm smack behind his midsection.

“So I was thinking, you, me—dinner, my place?” Rooster smirked as he tried tripping you up in the sand as you evaded his every attempt, countering his attacks.

“You and thinking are never good together.” Teasing you stopped in your tracks. “But what were you actually thinking?” The sun had turned golden and it made Rooster look oh so fine.

“I heard that Penny has a mean takeaway menu.” The invitation still in the air, for a moment Rooster genuinely believed you may turn his advancements down. “Just between two friends who need to catch up.” At his words you felt smitten, endlessly looped into a world where Bradley Bradshaw would forever have your heart.

“Okay, um—yeah I’ll have a shower and head over if you wanna order?” You agreed, kissing his cheek softly. The warmth the sun had gifted him radiating under your lips.

“Sure, sounds great.” Rooster replied as he felt helplessly into your web. Your touch? pure crack. Always had been always would be. His love language had always been physical.

“Rooster?” You cooed as you pulled away, squinting as the sun hit your face. Holding a hand up to shadow it. “Remember, slow.” Feeling the need to just remind him, because with how good he was looking? There was a slight chance you wouldn’t remind yourself later.

Rooster chuckled, noticing the way your eyes trailed down his body. Reaching out to tilt your chin up. Caught red handed as his ego skyrocketed.

“Slow and steady—got it.”

But things did not go slow and steady. Things got hot and things got very heavy very quickly the moment you stepped into Roosters small studio apartment. The short twenty minute drive off base had you pulling up to the Bradshaw residence. Unlike your first experience at TopGun, you’d been given the opportunity to either live on base in the Barracks or—in Fightertown. Rows of small studio townhouses lined the streets. You were lucky enough to have something a little more spacious. A two bedroom one bathroom. Rooster? He was very much living a Bachelor's dream. The studio townhouse was all he needed. One bed, one bedroom. Small living room with a kitchenette off to the side. But none of that really mattered. Because the second you stepped through the threshold of Bradley’s home? You were on him and he was most certainly on you.

There was a small pause when Rooster opened the door. Your eyes lingered on him as his travelled the extent of all that was you. If you were put on the stand and asked to swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you god you wouldn't be able to say who started it. Who exactly made the first move or who definitely made the first unholy move. But nevertheless it happened. As much as your brain was telling you to pull back, take it slow, don't dive head first into the deep end without learning how to swim first. Your lips melted with Roosters perfectly as he took you in his arms. Working to bring you further into his home as you shut the door blindly behind you.

“What happened to slow and steady?’ Rooster teased as he led you down the hall to his bedroom, your hands on the curves of your hips as you reached up to cup his face with one and and to hold the back of his head close to you with the other. Bumping into the wall as he reached behind him for his door handle. “This doesn't feel very slow and steady?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” You mumbled into his mouth, eyes closed, headstrong. Rooster smirked against you–softly biting your bottom lip as he pulled you into his room. Spinning you around before kicking your feet out from under you. Standing to watch you fall back onto his bed before he followed you down. Hovering over you as he attacked the juncture of your neck with soft kisses. Peppering your skin with marks that would surely be visible come the morning.

“Yes ma'am–” You heard Rooster mumble as your hands wandered between you. Reaching for the waistband of his tracksuit pants. Slipping past the band of his boxer briefs, you found him. Hard, throbbing. Aching for some sort of relief. “Ohhh-fugh.” it was music to your ears. The way Rooster buried his face into the crook of your neck as you slowly but ever so surely worked him over. “Y/n–”

“Bradley–” Rooster found your lips again before he pulled himself away, standing to rid himself of his shit, his sweatpants. Almost as if you were trying to match his eagerness, you did the same, ridding yourself of your shirt, your pyjama shorts. Rooster stood before you as you kneeled in front of him on his bed, staring you down like a man who;d been touch starved and deprived of all human contact for weeks, months, years. “Like something you see?”

“Oh I love someone I see.” His words made your heart leap over the moon as he came down to kneel in front of you, his hands pulling you close to him by your hips as he leaned in to kiss you again. Slowly, passionalty, deeply. “So much, you have no idea.” Rooster felt your hands on his length once again, pumping him expertly as he let his forehead rest against yours. “Can't ever get enough of you.”

“You're just saying that so I don’t stop.” Teasingly, you moved your hand a little faster up and down the length of Bradleys shaft, your core dripping at the hitch in his voice as he moaned softly, trying to keep his cool as you made his head spin. All the blood in his body bumping through one body party.

“I'll say whatever you want me to say so long as you keep going.” You were high, looking down as you watched your hand glide up and down Rooster’s shaft. Deciding it just wasn’t enough. Taking charge as you pushed him down onto his back, watching with hungry eyes as Rooster crawled backwards up to where his pillows laid sprawled around. Perhaps sleep never came easy to him either, you caught yourself thinking for only the briefest of moments. Crawling after Bradley you sunk low between his exposed thighs, skin a little lighter where his shorts usually covered. More sensitive. Running your nails up and down the flesh that never saw enough attention, the hiss Rooster made in response orgasmic in and of itself. “Shit–!” before he had a chance to really do anything besides let his guard down, your mouth was expertly taking him. Inch by inch. Slowly working your tongue around his girth, eyes trained on him as you did so. Whatever you couldn't fit? Your hand was wrapped around, making sure every inch was accommodated for. “Oh my god, fucking christ–” reaching down to card his fingers into your hair, Rooster couldn’t help but to guide you down on him. His hips slightly bucking up whenever your mouth came down to take every inch on him. His entire world was spinning—the feeling of your mouth so warm and inviting around his shaft. The back of your throat against the tip of his cock. “Ohh—fuck baby you’re killing me.”

Baby. That was something Rooster hadn’t called you in a long time. Pausing, you sat up, pushing yourself back onto your knees as Rooster followed you desperately. His eyes had never been so dark. So lustful. So hungry. Laying you down as he sunk between your thighs, leaving a trail of soft and subtle kisses up the inner part of your thigh. His arms wrapping up and around your legs, his hands resting on your lower abdomen as his eyes asked you for permission to dive head first into his pandora’s box.

“Bet you still taste like candy—“ it could have been a throw back to the night you and Rooster had lost your virginity together. Or maybe to the hundreds of other times you’d have sex—still, it made you throb at the idea he craved the taste of you. Nothing could compare.

“Why don’t you stop doing so much talking and find out?” Within a second of your taunting tease, Rooster's mouth devoured you. Your elbows that were working to support you kicked into overdrive as Bradley’s Tongue lapped at your core, sending shockwaves of unimaginable pleasure throughout your entire body—from the tips of your toes to your fingertips. Wrapping your legs around his shoulders Bradley got deep, got messy. Sucking against your client as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. “Oh fuck—! Yes, yes yes Rooster just like that, ah fuck!”

“What’s my name?” Rooster pulled away as he quickly replaced his mouth with two of his thick digits, slipping easily past your folds. Invoking an all consuming moan of pleasure from the depth of your soul as you rolled your eyes. Throwing your head back as your elbows gave out. “Say it—“

“I’m not saying it!” You cried as Rooster curled his fingers into your velvet walls. Working the pad of his thumb around in small circles against your clit. He knew you were close by the way you were grilling his fingers. “Bradley—fuck, please don’t stop.”

“I’m not gonna let you cum until you say it at least once, like you mean it too.” Rooster was having the time of his life, watching you fight for your life as he worked you ever so perfectly towards your high. His fingers coated, his thumb cramping, crawling up slightly to hover over yiu, taking the hardened bud of your nippled between his teeth before sucking. Making a pop before he moved onto the next. “Say it Chaos—“

“I’m gonna cum!” You eyed him down with a slack jaw. Totally consumed. “Bradley—I’m gonna—“

“Say it and I’ll get you there.” You couldn’t hold it back, afraid Rooster would stop his motion you gripped his worst so he couldn’t pull away—leaving you unsatisfied. Looking him directly in the eyes you begged him, pleaded with him to keep going. You were so very close. “Say it baby—“

“Daddy—you’re daddy!” It hit you like a tsunami. The orgasm that Rooster coaxed you through with his fingers, with his touch, with his shit eating grin because he got you to say the one thing you swore on your life you’d never call him. “Ohhhh my god!” You couldn’t help it, your eyes rolled as you moaned and enjoyed the pleasure Rooster had given you.

“Your so fucking gorgeous.” Rooster whispered as he littered your neck with soft kisses. “So gorgeous Y/n.” Coming to you craved more, instantly needed to feel full. When Roosters lips finally made their way to yours, you took the chance to flip over—it was now you in charge. Straddling his waist as Rooster's length laid between your folds. Slick and warm. “My turn.” You smirked. Pulling Bradley’s hands up over his head. You knew in any other circumstance he’d fight you, wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of control. But you had him, he’d do anything you asked.

If anyone was going to know who fucked who? They were going to know you fucked Bradley Bradshaw—he didn’t fuck you.

Bucking his hips up, Rooster aided you as you guided yourself down his length. Taking him inch by inch as he stretched you out. The O sound you made had Roosters head spinning. Gripping your thumbs as you held his hands over his head, pressing him into the bed. Your mouth blinding searching for Bradley’s to muffle your moans. Grinding atop him as you took him entirely.

“Fuck—“ Rooster hissed into your mouth. His teeth crashing against your as you slowly slid up and down, up and down. Your nectar coating his coat so well it was nearly perfect the way he fit inside you. The tip of Rooster's cock kissed your cervix with passion every time you took him deep. Hip crashing with his. “Holy fuck—baby.” There is was again. That pet name. It gave you such an incentive to keep going, keep fucking him the way you knew he liked it.

“I know you wanna cum for me, don’t you Bradley.” You teased as you tried to bring him closer to his high. “Drip down my thighs—fill me to the brim.” If Rooster died tomorrow this was what his version of heaven would be like. His eyes rolled as he threw his head back, neck straining as he broke his hands out from underneath yours. Bringing them crashing to your hips as he bent his knees—planting his feet against the mattress as he fucked up into you. “Fuck!! Yes!! Bradley—!!” It was hard, nasty, desperate.

“I’m so fucking close—“ Rooster could feel his balls, how tight they were. He felt the load ready to release at the base of his shaft, pooling—ready for release. “Where do you want me to?”

“I don’t care, I’m covered.” You were taking regular birth control, although not one hundred percent effective against pregnancy you could always get your hands on a plan B. “Wherever you want, daddy.” It absolutely nailed you to say it, it wasn’t your vibe. But you knew Rooster loved it. “Cum for me baby.”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—Fuckk—!!” Rooster groaned as he fucked you hard, his cock pulsing inside you as you felt the warm sensation of his load filling you. Dripping against your velvet walls. “Oh my god.” Stilling, Roosters tense muscles softened. Pulling you down to his chest as you both caught your breath, sweaty. “Jesus Christ—“

“That was not very slow and steady of us.” You listened to Rooster's heart beating as he held your head against his chest.

“Oh god no, we skipped like six thousand steps there.” Kissing your forehead Bradley laid his head back against his mattress. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

The gentle sound of the shower running mixed with the alarming sound of Rooster’s phone going off on his bedside table had you jolting away. Stretching underneath the covers, you rolled over. An unknown number lighting up Roosters phone.

“Hey Roos—your phones ringing, unknown number!” You shouted.

“Uh, can you answer it?” Rooster’s voice carried itself out to where you’d laid in his bed. Still naked under the thin sheets as you sat. Yawning as you answered.

“Hello Bradley Bradshaw's phone.”

“Hi, who's this?” A woman’s voice rang through your ear as you frowned.

“Oh this is Lieutenant Kazansky, just answering Roo—“

“Well this is Lindsey, his girlfriend, can you get him to call me back? I had to get a new number, his number wasn’t working with my old one.” It just didn’t click at the time purely because you were stuck on the whole girlfriend thing. “Hello?”

“Sure, yeah uh—sure, I’ll um.” Rooster stepped back into his room with a towel strung low around his waist. Still dripping wet. Turning your head to face him you choked out your words as your jaw clenched.

Un fucking believable.

“I’ll get him to call you back, Lindsey.” Roosters eyes went wide as you dropped his ex-girlfriend's name. If that’s what he’d even call her. Racing towards you as you hung up the phone, throwing it down with a look Rooster never hoped to ever be on the receiving end of again. Scurrying off his bed.

“Y/n wait—“ Rooster watched as you bundled up your clothes, dressing yourself quickly. “It’s not what you think I swear—“ Reaching out as you shrugged him off. Snapping back at the only man you’d ever truly loved. The only person who you thought just maybe, giving one more chance to, wouldn't blow up in your face again. But oh boy did it. Bigger than ever before.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shouted, the agony evident and clear, utter heartbreak lacing every word. Hot tears streamed down your face as uncontrollable quivers made your lip to that unsteady quivering thing children did when they were upset. Only this felt primal, a natural instinct taking over– you needed to leave, get the fuck out of Bradley Bradshaws house, get away from him, remove yourself from his life once and for all. This had been nothing but a mistake you promised yourself you wouldn't make. Yet here you were. As you got dressed as quickly as you could you couldn't stop yourself from mumbling out the atrocity you felt like.

“The other fucking women Bradshaw!” Scoffing, you felt sick to your stomach. “Fuck you’ve made me feel like a lot of things but this? The other women!!” Your chest grew tighter and tighter with every breath you took.

“Y/n I’m serious this isn’t how it looks, I promise!” Rooster tried to explain but you just weren’t willing to listen. “I promised you, and I meant that.” There was a reason the number had come up as unknown. Rooster had been seeing this girl in New York on and off for a few months, nothing serious, super casual. Until one day he came home to find her half way through moving some of her stuff in. it was kind of a red flag he just wasn't willing to take the chance on. Calling it off as soon as he could, as polite as he could. It was needless to say things had been a little crazy there for a while. To the point where he had to block Lindsay on all his socials, his email, his phone.

Rooster should have known deep down that even if the hardest pill he could ever shallow was knowing you could find another him tomorrow, he could never find another you no matter how hard he tried.

“I knew– I goddamn knew I never should have let you in!!” Turning as Rooster followed you out of his room down his hallway. Heading towards the front door. “Don’t you ever talk to me again! Do you understand!”

“Just wait a second and let me explain!” Rooster really did try to make an effort to stop you leaving, stop you from getting away before he had the chance to explain. Reaching out for your wrist you smacked him away. Pointing a stirn finger his way as all the hurt, all the betrayal and anger you felt just poured out in waves. Completely consuming Rooster as it finally clicked.

You thought so little of him and his ability to actually love you that you generally thought he’d do this to you.

“So help me god Bradshaw I will break every bone in your hand if you touch me one more time.” It was the silence that hurt the most, Rooster’s inability to just say he didn't use you. Caught up in his own emotional turmoil at the realisation you must have had incredibly low expectations of him. “I never should have let you in.”

“You really think that low of me that I'd do this to you.” Rooster didn't pick his head up. His eyes never met yours as he stopped any and all attempts to not let you walk out of his house. Perhaps it was the best thing he could ever do for you? Let you believe he cared so little.

“Well I’d never treat me this shitty!” Your face grew hotter with every passing second, Rooster held his own tears back as he felt his heart shattering. For once? He felt an ounce of the heartbreak he’d probably caused you ten times over. “You know something Bradshaw?” There it was again, that sting of his last name. Rooster realised it wasn’t what you said it was how you said it. You'd only use his last name to tease him, get a rise out of him—but you’d started using it to hurt him. “I never told anyone anything bad about you, sure! I told Bob about some guy I used to date who made promises to change but couldn’t pull the trigger and even if I was talking about you? I never—ever said your name!” Shoving at Roosters chest he never budged. “That so embarrassing Rooster, you were my everything!! You are my fucking everything but all you constantly do is make me sad!”

“If you would just stop and listen to me for one second Y/n I promise it’s not what you think.” His final attempt to get you to listen had you stepping back with every advance Rooster made.

“Please—“ Sobbing, you begged him. Pleaded with whatever love you had left for him. “Leave me alone.” Before you made your way out Roosters front door. Leaving him standing in the threshold watching you get into your rusted up Bronco. Roosted watched on as you ripped the chain from around your rear view mirror, pulling it with such force it snapped like every single heart string he had.

It wasn’t long before it landed discarded on his front lawn. Holding the towel that hung low on his hips, Rooster paddled over to where the now broken necklace he had gifted you all those years ago had landed. Picking it up before he walked back inside,

Placing it next to where his own half hung—

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Now that I finally have a little time to spare here are my thoughts on the new update! In nor particular order:

It's crazy how how yesterday afternoon (in universe) Twilight was mortally wounded, spent all night near death, then miraculously healed in the early morning, spent the morning taking it easy in the inn, then by the afternoon was feeling well enough to spar with some dead trees. You can tell that this is the next day and not a few days later because it's the forge crew sans Four that arrives to join the inn crew from the last update.

They aren't wearing armor because they think the danger has passed (although Warriors is still wearing his chain mail but not his arm guards (or scarf).)

You can still see the lizard bite bruising on his arm and you can also make out the scar on his side.

Look at him go! He's figuring things out! I love Clever Wind. He makes me so happy.

My boy is so happy and cheerful! Just last night he had a flashback and a meltdown and by this afternoon he's already gotten over it! You sure can't keep him down for long! (Also he's got his hands on his hips like he does in his game to talk to people.)

Who is asking this question? Well Hyrule's looking backward and to his left so I think based on this panel vv that it's Legend who's asking. What does that mean? Is Legend questioning what the source of Hyrule's magical power is?

I bet if they were looking toward the camera they'd all have this 😐or this 🤔 face.

Finally they're asking the right questions!

Sorry I couldn't resist. Also, that eyebrow raise

And last but not the least...

Hyrule maximum floofiness appreciation--his hair's getting a little long, isn't it? I like it.

What's next for the comic? Coming up next is probably going to be Four and Wild make up and Four gives Wild a new sword. Sky will show up and pass out mail to everyone, and then someone discovers the portal and that they aren't done with their little adventure yet (maybe Sky will find it while searching for everyone). I figure probably in the next 2-3 updates, they'll head into the portal and on to the next arc.

That's all I got folks! Thanks for reading!

#kinda long?#but not really #linked universe #lu everyone #dawn pt 5 thoughts

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bananasfosterparent · 27 days

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Update on my current runs!

Silkina the Bard Waveservant -

She got the Volo eye (not pictured) and has been helping her friends while looking for a cure. This is my first "good" solo run, so it's a lot of content, more than I'm used to! Definitely going slower than my usual, but still a lot of fun! Also never realized how funny Karlach is lmao. Just getting to the goblin fight so we'll see how it goes! Very excited to get Wyll's party scene!! Silkina is sassy, but kind and really an outlier among other waveservants because of it. Well, she's really good at connecting with others at least. Despite it being odd, since most Waveservants (especially clerics) are quite standoffish and introverted, Silkina focuses on making her outgoing nature work for her, sharing the might and fury of Umberlee with her words (and music).

Also.. after getting the Volo eye and almost everyone disapproving, I noticed Wyll didn't.. but he didn't have a ! either. I had her talk to him anyway and he was like "Welcome to the one eye club! A woman with one eye is very intriguing c:" and I giggled.

Efeniti (Spawn Astarion ending AU run) -

In the exact same place it's been for a few weeks lmao I have not touched this playthrough. I AM SCHTALLING. I know what you're thinking... because I'm an AA fan... but really, I just can't emotionally handle the break down scene after he brutally stabs Cazedor. Or the brutal stabbing. I am really not ready for that. I have my own feelings for why and what it makes me experience, but maybe if I actually go through with it this time, I can talk about it (it's not that bad, I'm just procrastinating).

This version of Efenity is who she would be if she hadn't lost the woman who was like a mother to her. If she had been able to have a somewhat normal life and become a private magic teacher in the upper part of the city. She's much kinder and able to temper herself much better.

Efenity (Canon AA romance run #whatever) -

This is idk like the 5th time I've played as Efenity. I've lost count 🤷🏽‍♀️ Most of these runs, I only got to Act 3 and only 2 I've gotten to the final fight and couldn't win it after trying over and over. This time I plan to finish it!!! I want my epilogue, dang it! I killed Minthara this time, at the party. There was a leftover from EA with a voiced Tav scene. If you killed Minty and the goblins at the party, that night or morning after(?) there's some conversation and Tav says something in the cut scene! ANYWAY... I tried it and it didn't happen 😭😭😭 I either did it wrong (I attacked before Minty had her murder cutscene) OR they patched it out of the game! I could go back and try it again, but I barely won that fight and it took me SO many tries (mostly due to needing to long rest).

But! Regardless! Even though I didn't get that cool voiced Tav scene... I have added Efenity killing Minthara and the goblins at the party to her canon story. Because it just makes sense that she'd do that. Originally, she just uses her to get to Moonrise but I scrapped that. While Efenity just sees the tieflings as collateral damage, she knows Shadowheart was struggling with that whole ordeal which did bother her... she cares for SH and she is her first real friend. And with Minthara insulting her for not wanting to sleep with her, on top of it...

Efenity was like OKAY. Time for you to go, ma'am.

Solenia Omraebra, the Drow Cleric -

I've only had her for about a week and I love her. She's also been through at least 6 different hairstyles 😭 Solenia is my newest Tav, a Drow and cleric of Eilistraee! She's very studious and scholarly. I don't know much about her beyond that yet. Still working on her backstory and whatnot, BUT she is good to a fault. She wants to save everyone, in every way that she possibly can. Even those she probably shouldn't get close enough to, to try to save. Even those she is told are irredeemable. She's romancing Gale! She's just getting through Act 1 stuff and almost to the goblin camp!

#silkina #efenity #solenia #just felt like giving an update lmao #I'll post more about Solenia and Silkina separately once I have a better grip on who they are #baldur's gate 3 #ascended astarion #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #astarion x tav #wyll ravengard #wyll x tav #wyll ravenguard #wyll #bg3

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punsmaster69 · 27 days

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2/APR/20XX

instead of immediately going home after the sleepover, some stuck around to play games; emphasis on 'some'. tori took frisk and flowey home. frisk was bummed, per usual.

asgore actually came over for a little bit - gifted me (you guessed it) socks, (heck yeah) as an apology for being late - and tried gaming with alphys n' undyne.

he, uh.

had about the same issues as tori usually does.

though, his lack of knowledge about the game wasn't helping him much either.

undyne felt bad and tried to teach him, but alphys eventually suggested switching to something easier entirely.

papyrus...

he isn't playing.

not because he doesn't want to.

not because we don't have enough controllers.

not because he's busy with work or anything right now.

but because he's still asleep.

(gasp now.)

a part of me is shocked.

my brother? sleeping in? whoa.

the other part of me is significantly less flabbergasted.

felt something a little off about him all day yesterday - not emotionally, in particular. and don't get me wrong, he acted the same as ever. just... had the energy of a skeleton who might not've gotten all the rest he needed, y'know?

so for him to be stretched across the couch, layin' on me like a pillow right now...

not unexpected. not entirely.

others were a bit shocked; asking if he was feeling alright and all that.

he'll probably be peeved that i didn't wake him sooner.

——

it's been about an hour and the rest of the party has bid farewell. not before snatching some of our snacks unfortunately, but life goes on.

my bro's still out like a light, so i haven't moved other than for writing this.

i'll keep you updated if he lives or stops breathin'.

'cuz we skeletons breathe a lot.

suuuper worrying if one stopped doing that... it'd mean their lungs stopped working.

which, i know.

pretty bad.

that'd also mean the heart they have would stop.

and even their brain...

...

yeah, i'm gettin' a little bored.

——

papyrus blinks his eyes open slightly, squinting at the light.

to block the light and to look down at him, i lean my head forward.

"oh, hey. you're alive."

he groggily mumbles something, but i couldn't make out what it was.

"...jeez, bro."

questioning look.

"you really need to make resting more of a habit."

"shouldn't be worry-inducing to see you sleep in a little."

"...."

".....STARTING NOW."

"hm?"

and his eyes close again.

"wh- huh??"

a lot of things flick through my mind;

'is he really sick?'

'did he sleep that little?'

'should i convince him to move?'

and then i take a moment to notice something.

i don't remember having papyrus on me like this when i fell asleep to begin with.

i also don't remember seeing him lie down - the last thing i do recall was asking what he was doing.

"PICKING UP A BIT BEFORE BED. IT'LL BE LESS TO DEAL WITH IN THE MORNING!"

i look around.

outside anything done by friends after waking up, everything's cleaned.

a few questions are suddenly answered.

"....really?"

"..'k. guess i'm not movin'."

"sleep well."

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #asgore #undyne #toriel #frisk #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #hyperactive skeleton skips two days of sleep and then sleeps forever to make up for it

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thearcanecat · 1 month

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Update on the Hatchetfield One-shot I ran!

The game started off with a talent show. Richie did magic tricks and roped Pete into helping. They had a few mishaps but overall it went well. Grace recited digits of pi and then started a sermon and had to be escorted off stage. Stacy did cheer with the rest of the cheerleaders. Steph played piano and actually won the talent show. Her reward was a pair of purple glasses and a coupon to Pasquali’s.

The glasses let Steph see Sigglette, who was routing through Pete’s bag and stole his chocolate bar. Pete’s player actually brought a chocolate bar so that got passed around the whole session depending on which character had it. Richie, Ruth and Ted all encouraged Pete to talk to Steph. He eventually got invited to go to Pasqualli’s with her. Grace’s parents were disturbed by the swearing in other student’s songs and went to go complain to the Principal. Steph went to talk to Snigglette, who was invisible to anyone who hadn't touched the glasses. This is something I would change if I ran it again, since it took longer than I expected for the glasses to get passed around. I would just let the party be able to see her from the beginning. Steph got the chocolate bar back, and told Snigglette she should talk to the cops if she was in trouble. Snigglette followed Steph to Pasqualli’s. Richie and Ruth decided to follow Pete, but didn’t actually have a ride so Pete had to drive them to the restaurant so they could continue stalking him.

I made a word search with eye-themed words in it. Steph’s player had the most fun with that. Stacy put the glasses on and was able to see Snigglette. She fed her breadsticks. Pete also got the glasses and after Snigglette mentioned Blinky takes away food as punishment, called the police. Grace, seeing people talk to thin air, though they were high and threw holy water at Steph. This caused a scene so basically everyone in the restaurant was watching them and Grace got kicked out. She met Max, who tried to flirt unsuccessfully. When Max entered Pasqualli’s, Richie hid under the table. Max bullied Pete, who eventually left the restaurant. Richie and Ruth snuck out with him as well. Officer Bailey finally showed up, and upon seeing no purple child in distress, left, because the police in Hatchetfield are not good at their job.

Everyone went home. Stacy asked Richie to tutor her and he took three hours to respond to her email. Ruth and Pete were coaching him in what to write but had opposite advice. Stacy was asleep by then but Richie got a simple “yes” in response. In the morning, both assumed it was a glitch in the system.

At school the next day, rumors have spread about each character. During calculus, they receive a creepy math problem with their names in it. At some point they got a different paper after realizing someone was off. They tossed the creepy paper in the trash, but Snigglette picked it up. Pete gave Richie, who then gave Grace, the glasses so that everyone could see Snigglette. Stacy started feeding Snigglette candy. Richie started theorizing and trying to figure out what was going on. Purple writing started to appear on his notebook, introducing itself as Blinky.

Stacy and Brenda went to the bathroom during passing period and Steph could see graffitied rumors on the wall that Brenda couldn't. Steph saw a purple figure in the mirror, but no one was there when she turned around. During lunch, Max, now with purple tinted eyes, leapt up on a table and started shouting rumors about people. Richie and Pete ran to the library to escape him. Max was eventually sent to the counselor's office.

In the library, Richie and Pete tried to research Blinky. They found a few newspapers from 1824, but nothing much. They decided to try the public library instead. Butas everyone left school, Max stood in front of Stacy’s car, continuing to spill secrets. Richie hid from him under the car, and rolled from car to car to escape. Stacy and Steph, not used to being on the receiving end of Max’s bullying, were frightened. Grace ignored Max’s continuous flirting attempts and went to babysit Tim. Pete had a vision of hitting Max over the head with a nearby metal pipe and Stacy had a similar vision of hitting him with her car. Pete threw the pipe, not trying to hit Max, just to get his attention, which worked. Pete managed to lose him in the school, ending up in the counselor's office with volunteer counselor Dan Reynolds. He pretended he just needed to grab a college pamphlet and then left. I don’t think I did a great job roleplaying Max. It’s not a character trope I’m used to playing, so I don’t think he came off as threatening enough, which messed with some things later down the line.

Pete and Richie went to the public library to do more research. Steph and Stacy went there to try and study. Grace ended up there because Tim needed to check out a book. Richie found more newspapers about Willabella. He also found that there was a Black Book that had been checked out 15 years ago, but the name of the person who took it was corrupted. They used Snigglette’s ability to reveal it. It shifted between two names, Holloway and Holliday. Googling Holloway got one article about Miss Retro’s shutting down and Holliday had nothing, although Grace recognized it as the name of the last guidance counselor.

Miss Tessburger tracked down Steph and told her that a rumor was spreading that Steph was pregnant. Tessburger tried to take her phone, but was unsuccessful. My dice really betrayed me today. I rolled like 5 ones. Miss Tessburger left, and soon after all the players received a call from a mysterious person. Surprise, surprise, it’s Blinky! He threatened to spill more of their secrets but couldn’t get much in before Snigglette shut down all the phones again. That ability turned out to be the only one they used the whole session.

The party got off track for a bit here, because Blinky was supposed to give them more directions but they shut him down really quick. Richie, Pete and Steoh decided to go to Miss Retro’s. Stacy and Grace went home. Their parent’s have all heard a terrible rumor about their kids. Stacy heard that one of the cheer squad said Stacy was blackmailing her. She tried to vent to Brenda about it, but she took the other girl’s side. Grace’s parents had heard she slept with Max and were terrified she was going to go to Hell.

At Miss Retro’s, Steph managed to pick the lock, only to immediately trigger a trap and get thrown several feet with minor injuries. Inside, they found the Black Book and the Blade of Truth. All the players loved the props, which made me very happy. They characters were very cautious with the Book, rather unwilling to complete the ritual given that Max didn’t feel like enough of a threat to justify it. Richie did have an interesting idea that since the spell is designed to bring retribution on someone who has wronged them, they could ask for the target to be Blinky himself. They didn’t end up going this route, but I really liked it and would have allowed it.

They went back home. Richie’s rumor was that he got a virus from downloading anime that locked his parent’s out of their bank accounts. Pete’s was that he made drugs in the chemistry lab. Steph decided not to go home, and slept at Stacy’s instead.

The next day, they shared all the information they had gathered. Grace asked about Miss Holliday, since she had talked with her before. Grace found a letter of administrative leave, addressed to Holliday. The party used Snigglette’s ability to see all her emails, finding ones addressed to Duke, and one incoming email from a WCross that just said “found ya.”

The thing is I specifically made Holloway absent, because she’s my favorite character and I knew if I put her in I would get distracted and have her solve all the problems. The party was supposed to go to the counselor’s office and need to distract Dan, but they never did that so I gave them the Book earlier, at Miss Retro’s.

They talked to Duke, because Grace also had a connection to him, since he was trying to get her to see what her church was really like. At this point, I was trying to move things along so they didn’t spend too long with Duke. He mentioned that Miss Holliday had written him a goodbye letter and then vanished a few ago. Most of the rest of the party’s questions triggered the memory curse, so he couldn’t give them much more. But Snigglette broke into his phone and they got the letter and address of Miss Holliday.

Back at Miss Retro’s, they found Holliday’s dead body stabbed by the Black Blade, because they were going in a weird direction and I was trying to get them back on track and had already committed to not having her be in this. Case in point, Richie asked about trying to revive her with the Black Book and I had to stop myself from going on a tangent about all my headcanons about the immortality deal. But then Richie had the idea to use the Blade of Truth, since it’s the opposite of the Black Blade. Creative idea, so I rolled with it and let him ask one question of the knife, which it would answer. He asked if there was a way other than the ritual, to stop Blinky. The answer was to bore Blinky so much he gave up. This was a potential solution I had in mind, but it was the one I least expected them to go for. I really wanted them to do the ritual but Max hadn’t been established as enough of a threat to risk summoning a Lord in Black.

But they were back on track and decided to be very boring. A bit anticlimactic, but a rare happy ending for a Hatchetfield story. Richie didn’t watch any anime and just read history books instead. Grace stopped trying to cancel Prom, and didn’t evangelize to anyone. Pete stopped going on Instagram and posting fun science facts. Steph got tutored by Pete and had to only focus on math and avoid any flirting. Stacy shut herself in and watched crime dramas instead of hanging out with friends.

At the end of the week, they all got another call from Blinky, which they ignored. He then appeared in his human form and tried to chase them down. They pretended he didn’t exist and just talked over him, which infuriated Blinky until he finally just left. They beat a Lord in Black by just ignoring him. I love it.

The players were interested in a session two, so I might run an Abstinence Camp themed one with the same characters. Overall, I had a lot of fun. It has been a year-long endeavor convincing enough of my friends to watch Starkid to run this. I liked the sandbox feel, where the whole town is open for exploration. Having phones isn’t in the Kids on Bikes ruleset, but I really liked how it let people communicate even when the party was split. Watching people puzzle out the lore was fun, that’s something I’d want to be more prepared for next time, having satisfying answers rather than just killing off Holloway. This was my first time running Kids on Bikes, so next time I want to ask for more rolls and encourage people to spend their Adversity Tokens. Richie had Unassuming, which he used a lot. Grace and Pete both used Intuitive, but besides that, not many Tokens got used. They never got low on Psychic Energy Token either and only used one ability. I think it would help if I played less of the Powered Character. I played Snigglette when introducing her and when they had lore questions, which was pretty often. All of us are most familiar with D&D, so no one was used to co-controlling a character. Next time, I would just hand out the cards and let people go from there, even if it ends up straying pretty far from what I had in mind for the character.

Notes on the One-shot

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#hatchetfield #starkid #team starkid #ttrpg #ttrpg stories #kids on bikes #blinky #bliklotep #nerdy prudes must die #peter spankoffski #stephanie lauter #stacy npmd #grace chasity #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #the arcane cat can talk

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shai-manahan · 2 months

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Hi! It's been a while since I've talked about the upcoming updates, but I finally had a chance to actually sit down and make plans! (the life of a corporate slave, am I right? 🙃)

It has something to do with the changes I will be implementing on my patreon, though. I've thought for a while how to give content that's worthwhile of subscriptions while also making sure I can be comfortable with them, and in all honesty, I had a tricky time doing it. HM is too personal for me, as I used to talk about before, and some of the patreon benefits I promised before eventually felt too revealing - of my own thoughts and people whose lives were a huge inspiration for this story.

I will be talking about these changes and the update schedules as well below the cut.

UPDATES

I aim to finish at least half of HM's Book 1 this year. It seems to be a more realistic goal than forcing myself to finish everything right away (which tbh may have been a huge pressure I put on myself the past few years), though admittedly, things are unpredictable in the field I'm in; my job is full of overtime hours, and I spend most of my weekends trying to recover (or sick).

Still, I gotta finish it one way or another, and it's not going to write itself (though I wish it would!), so yeah, set realistic deadlines, pull out a few all-nighters, and maybe I'll actually get through it, who knows?

I do hope I'll have steadier finances by the time Book 2 starts so I can put more focus on writing and have sufficient energy for it, but that's a conversation for another day.

Changes in Prologue - Chapter 2

Okay. I know I promised not to make revisions until I write more chapters, but changing how some game mechanics work and reworking the stats made it a necessity, and I underestimated how much rewriting I'd have to do. A few scenes ended up not working well anymore, and I couldn't resist from revising a few clunky sections while I was at it.

Dialogue options were one of those that were significantly affected by the stat changes, but no worries, nothing is changed in the story -- meaning Wesley still fucks with the Ripper's life (oops), Richard still goes off doing whatever non-sus thing he's doing, you can still punch Bale (it's even a lot funnier this time), Bertrand remains a bitchy cop, and you'll still have your sad flashback with your former best friend/lover/crush or whatever they are to your MC.

The plan is to release the updated version of Prologue and Chapter 1 to patrons by the end of March (I will have a few days off work that week) and release it to the public once the new content is also ready, which I presume will be available next month (I will keep you all posted but I really hope I can get it done by then because it's been forever 🥲).

I might tweak Chapter 2 a little so the available portion can stand on its own rather than be divided into two parts, because it's just too long lmfao and is harming the pacing as I keep worrying about the length. I'm also incorporating a few suggestions a few folks gave me these past few months.

Succeeding chapters

I've probably said this before but things are bound to get more insane in HM once we're past the first three to four chapters. But also quicker to write in a way. They're the kind of scenes I thrive in, and while they have bigger variations, they're a lot more fast-paced, characters start being manipulative little shits, and the threats are more prevalent than ever. Your Ripper will not have a good time, but I certainly will (I say as I look at my outline and get sad doing it). There will be a few "breaks" in between, but this is not and will never be a light-hearted story. Anyway, I'm inclined to believe I'll be more consistent with updates when that time comes, so bear with me for now :')

PATREON CHANGES

This is getting long, so I'll just list the updated tier benefits and end the day with it. I'll be posting a schedule that I will be committing to (here and on patreon tomorrow morning), with the below details as well (so if you wanna stop here that's totally valid) but for now, here's the tentative list:

Tier 1

Early access - 4 days before a public update (this month will be an exception and you'll get the update as soon as the other tiers get it, too).

Sneak peeks and deleted scenes - I included the latter because apparently I delete a lot of great scenes

Hints for future revelations in the story - the categories will depend on results of polls; the hints may be about Bale's death, about Ripper's family, Pharos, Cyro, the ROs themselves, or the nightmares that the MC is getting, etc. Might be in form of vague conversations/dialogues between unknown characters, might be me dropping subtle info about those involved. Either way, it will be fun :). The polls and these hints will be given monthly.

Tier 2

Early access - 1 week before a public update

all the other benefits for Tier 1

monthly RO snippets - I'm still experimenting with this, but I might simply write MC x RO snippets (with different kinds of MCs for different scenarios because I deeply hate writing blank slate MCs, sorry)

a choice to see the POV of a character, decided through polls, for every chapter/update.

Tier 3

Early access - as early as it's available and goes through testing stages

all other benefits for previous tiers

Non-RO short stories

Previews on unintroduced characters :)

That's all for tonight! I am so tired lmfao but I hope you all are having a great weekend so far! See you tomorrow :)

#patreon #patreon changes #updates #hollowed minds progress update #interactive fiction #hollowed minds series #hollowed minds #wip #writing #hollowed minds book one #if wip #interactive novel

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mimikage · 9 months

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ღWHAT YOU HEARD IS TRUE BUT I 一 bllk headcanons that kept me awake late at night

*ੈ✩‧₊˚includes: Isagi, Bachira, Sae, Chigiri, Rin, Reo, Nagi, Hiori, Ness

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Isagi - English interview, he got asked questions that your average 7th grader could answer BUT on English (keep that in mind) and this man was SO overwhelmed so he ended up saying orgasm instead of organism

Bachira - saw one of these "what we w(h)ore today videos" so when he decided to film a video like this w his teammates and he actually said whore instead of wore

Sae - literally could not speak a single word of English or Spanish when he came to Spain so when someone asked him to pour them a glass of apple cider he mixed it up with apple cider vinegar

Chigiri - I know that we're always talking about how Chigiris is in such good condition and how well he takes care of it BUT this man, sometimes he ties his hair too tight and when he tries to remove his hair band it literally just gets stuck and his hair tangles. (Nagi asked him why not just cut the knot off - he got hit with Chigiris wet towel after that)

Rin - he got a valentines chocolate box thrown at the back of his head once because he rejected a girls attempt to invite him out for valentines day (the people who threw the box at him were none other than the girls friends)

Reo - he has no sense of spending money wisely, whatsoever, so he just sits there in his huge penthouse on his luxury sofa, crisscross applesauce, while eyeing the clothing pieces the assistant shows him. (He doesn't go to shopping malls, let's be for real, he could buy one - or the Mikage company already owns one/several ones) it only takes him one swipe with his black card to purchase the item as the assistant tells him that it's the only piece in the country and that he couldn't buy it anywhere else. (Sure he could negotiate here and there but this kid has no actual sense when it comes to consume)

Nagi - every time he wins a match in a video game, Reo forces Nagi to do 100 jumping jacks (Reo rewards him by buying Nagi in game passes and stuff like that)

Hiori - he wanted to update one of his favorite mobile games - unfortunately the update was during night time. So he just decided to stay awake and wait so he could update it, only to fall asleep halfway, meaning that when he woke up, his phone was fucking dead.

Ness - he wanted to get a tattoo of his and Kaiser's initials on his knuckles so when he showed the tattoo artist the reference they got right to work. But it's kind of messed up because now it looks like he has the initials "A" and "W" tattooed on his knuckles.

A/N: I put this together at 12 am and I'm posting this at 1 am rn so I'll proofread this in the morning - probably.

#blue lock headcanons #blue lock hcs #bllk headcanons #bllk hcs #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #alexis ness #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #isagi headcanons #bachira headcanons #hiori yo #hiori headcanons #reo headcanons #nagi headcanons #sae headcanons #rin headcanons

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onboardsorasora · 5 months

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Tennis AU anyone?

I took a break from writing anything for the past week and my brain appreciated it because it started giving me cute ideas for these boys again :))) Sorry I took so long! This is inspired by my tags on this amazing post

Part 1 | Part 29 | Part 31

Part 30

Daniel walked across the desolate hospitality peppered with news crews giving updates even though it was ass o clock in the morning. They had been at the paddock all day. Literally all day. 20+ hours so far. Daniel felt like his brain was bordering mush. Manic was the only thing he knew. Delirium was up next.

Vegas had been great til this point. Amazing, truly. He'd had a few media commitments of his own, oddly enough. Someone somewhere found out about his love for the UFC and that turned into a whole thing where he was meeting Bruce Buffer and simulating a call up to the octagon. And then he got to spar with Max Holloway. It was surreal and kinda crazy and he was going to be in a video game ad????

The ‘opening ceremony’ had been weird and chaotic– very Vegas minus the party drugs. And overall, cold. Daniel burrowed deeper into his borrowed Alpha Tauri jacket. He hoped Pyry didn't need it back any time soon.

Max had said he could leave at 1am when the place was emptying out. But they didn't hadn't known when FP2 would actually start and he truly didn't want to leave Max all bored and alone for the whole time. It was more fun to pass the time together than Daniel trying to stay awake in their hotel room and texting Max who may or may not be napping or filming content.

Which brought him back here, he'd gone for a walk, leaving his boyfriend sprawled out on the tiny couch as he took a nap. Max needed it, because when the next practice session finally happens, he'd be in the car for ninety odd minutes. And if Daniel's brain was currently mush…he couldn't imagine having to actually focus on his job after this.

Daniel smiled and waved to Charles who was stood outside the Ferrari hospitality, chatting with Pierre. Carlos and Esteban were both fine thankfully, and the extra time was helping the teams fix the cars in time. Max had been pissed when he'd heard all that was going on. Daniel knew he said as much to the press but they truly hadn't seen the brunt of it. Not Max pacing the garage or his driver room, gesturing wildly and cursing loudly.

Either way, Daniel had been able to calm him down a bit. Surprisingly the little couch could withstand the pressure of two grown men fucking frantically on its shallow cushions. Daniel's thighs still burned a little from the impromptu exercise.

Fist bumping Genty and a few other mechanics, Daniel made his way back into the garage. He took a left down the little hallway and let himself quietly into Max's driver room. He expected to see his love still asleep, maybe. Or watching some endurance racing.

He hadn't expected to see Max dressed up in a white race suit that looked like an Elvis costume… complete with gold belt and a red sparkly cape.

Daniel's jaw dropped in his surprise but that was quickly discarded for the loudest laugh he could ever remember making once he saw the sour look on Max's face. That was the only description of the surly pout that drew Max's cute face in.

Daniel couldn't even make it through the door before he was folded over gasping for breath. His body was wracked with those belly clenching laughs that sounded like painful spasms of a gasp. He couldn't get air into his lungs. This was how he was gonna die; on the floor in Vegas. Not in a hotel room, possibly overdosing on a good time. No he was gonna pass away from laughing so hard he suffocated.

Tell my mama I love her, because this is an unholy death.

“Daniel, you are being ridiculous, of course.” Max was unamused. Which was fine because Daniel was equally amused for the both of them.

“Maxy, you've killed me!” Daniel gasped in a ragged breath only to look up at his boyfriend again– he stood silently in the middle of the small room with his hands on his hips, the cape flared out. Daniel dissolved into helpless giggles once more. He bounced where he stood and clapped his hands. There were tears running down his face. Real tears. Max's pout only became more pronounced.

“You are overreacting, I think.” Max rolled his eyes before taking up some folded up dark fabric and chucking it at Daniel's head. That surprised him enough out of his giggles to be able to breathe and collect himself a little.

Daniel chuckled involuntarily and wiped at his eyes with the heels of his palms. His cheeks hurt, his chest hurt. He looked down at the fabric crumpled on the ground and raised his brow when he saw identical stars to Max's suit.

“Vicky figured you'd get a kick out of it. Had I known you would be killing yourself laughing, I would have told her not to bother, I think.” Max muttered, hands squarely on his hips again.

“Oh Maxy, don't be like that.” Daniel teased with a small grin. He unfolded the fabric to see that it was a black race suit, Oracle Red Bull Racing, with all the sponsors. The pattern was identical to Max's just opposite coloured complete with golden Elvis belt and glitter (because it wasn't an fia compliant race suite to be raced in). Daniel's mouth dropped open and he looked from Max's face to the suit in his hands a few times, before his eyes zeroed in on his name and flag on the hip.

He fingered the letters and swiped his thumb unconsciously over the southern cross of the flag. Sure he and Max had joked about putting him in one of Max's race suits, joked about roleplaying that Daniel was a racer even. But he truly hadn’t expected to get one of his own…with his name on it.

“You should try it on. So we match.” Max smiled at him softly and Daniel grinned back, finally stepping fully into the room and closing the door.

Max helped him put on the race suit, complete with boots and matching fireproofs. The look Max gave him when he put that on was filed away for later. Daniel zipped up the black suit that fit him snugly and twisted and turned in the mirror– he looked good. It was surreal.

“C'mon, your laughing made us late.”

“Late for what?” They left the room together and Max flicked his cape at Daniel who cackled again. They walked into the garage, and everyone turned to look at them. Max rolled his eyes at the grins that formed on his mechanics’ faces. He was going to kill Vicky. Thankfully Checo walked out of his driver's room at the same time– in a red version of the suit, complete with white sparkly cape. That set Daniel off again, which set Micheal and Brad off and then everyone in the garage was giggling. The mutual delirium was peaking.

“Do I get a cape too?” Daniel fingered Checo's cape. A tuft of fabric hit him in the side of the head. He turned to flip Blake off, knowing it was him. The man's phone was up, no doubt taking more blackmail photos.

The fabric opened to show a gold and black sparkly cape and Daniel eagerly put it on. He twirled this way and that before flicking his finger guns.

“Thank ya, thank ya very much.” He did in a poor imitation of Elvis’ accent. Checo giggled and Max snorted a laugh, Daniel counted it as a win.

They ended up having an impromptu photoshoot and Daniel got to live his race day dream for a little bit while Max was whisked away to do some more videos for tiktok. Daniel had kissed the scowl off of his lips. Daniel was chatting to Blake in a corner, race suit turned down at his waist like a sexy banana, when they heard that FP2 would be in an hour. That galvanized everyone into action with a sense of ‘work to be done’. Max shuffled back in quickly after that in his regular race suit and immediately went to stand with GP. Daniel and Blake watched it all happening around them like a factory production line.

“You drive your truck like shit but if Red Bull needs a PR merchant, I told Vicky she can call you.” Blake teased. Daniel snorted and threw Max's balaclava at him.

#maxiel #max/daniel #tennis!dan #tennis au #tennis player!dan #my fic

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zzzzzestforlife · 6 months

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Getting My Life Together After Burnout 🌤️

Hi friends! 👋 Things have been rough lately and I'm so glad I took some time last night to journal and meditate and figure out why and what needs to change. Even in the face of many demands, I'll try to keep up my habits more consistently in the future so that I (hopefully) won't slip again. 🤞

Morning 🌄

Made my bed right after waking up — I usually like to give it more airing time, but I needed a quick win to start myself off on the right foot 🛏️

Ate breakfast with my brother and we had a fun nonsensical chat 🤡

Was a little late to standup because no apps would load on my computer for some time ⚰️ and just in general my vibes are still very 😕 at work, but I couldn't be bothered to care much because I watched my favorite show that never fails to make me laugh and put me in a good mood! 📺

Quickly fixed a high-priority bug 🐞 and the funny thing about Jira is that I can see edits and so I know the "Thank you" was edited in after the complaint 😂 나도, 친구야, 괜찮아🙈 (trans: me too, buddy, it's okay)

Continued investigating the bug I volunteered to take on (what possessed me? why did I do that? etc.), reminding myself that any hardship I experience now will translate directly to knowledge that will make things easier in the future! 🧠

Took a well-deserved break to do my morning pages journal, future-self affirmation, physio exercises, and workout 🤸‍♀️

Afternoon ☀️

Peer-reviewed code (4x) got me like 😵‍💫 but it's still more fun than writing it myself 😜

Went to project update meeting, reminding myself to be present and that I get out what I put in 📑 (It turned out to be a pretty chill time! ✌️)

Read for Clinical Psych, reminding myself of the open-minded, compassionate, and understanding person I have to goal of learning to be 🥰

Completed Japanese lesson (2x) — I'm finally onto learning some Kanji, so I'm very excited! ☺️

Completed Korean lesson — always so excited to be learning new vocabulary and stitching it together with what I've learned before 💕

Evening 🌆

Finished my chores while listening to music! 🎶

Read Mother-Daughter Murder Night — I couldn't wait to find out what happens next! 🕵️‍♀️

Listened to guided sleep meditation while completing my night routine — this was a game-changer in reducing my anxiety before bed!

💌: I'm so excited to sleep! (I'm like this every night, but I just thought I'd mention it this time for some reason 🙈 Gotta let the intrusive thoughts win sometimes, you know? It's good for the health 😌)

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About twenty years ago (probably closer to nineteen), I finished my playthrough of Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life.

This morning, I finished my (first?) playthrough of the A Wonderful Life remake.

Well before I finished, I decided I wanted to make a post talking about it, giving my general thoughts on it. And I'll probably just end up rambling. Who knows if it's at all interesting to people but. Here goes.

Being able to save and load anywhere at any time is such a game changer. Holy moly. Even though I didn't really have to do a whole lot of reloading (except where fishing requests were concerned). But it still felt very good to have.

On a related note, the remake is so transparent about its mechanics, it's amazing. I know that AnWL already had some tranparency added to it (especially wrt your kid), but just. Having as much info as the remake gives you, at all times, is nuts. Makes things so much easier to finagle around.

Likewise, thank god for automatically recording cooking recipes. It was already practically impossible to remember how to make anything in the GCN games. The fact that the Harvest Sprites gave you a new recipe every day also helped. As did telling you when your cooking skill levelled up, because the GCN games didn't tell you anything.

Characters actually sound distinct now! The thing about mediocre localizations is that you don't know what you're missing out on until you get a good localization. And wow, the amount of personality shown by having characters speak differently adds a shocking amount.

Even with all of the QOL updates... the main thing that makes me never wanna touch the GCN games again is that they're a lot less bugged. I once again blame the old localization.

(you think there's weird stuff going on in the remake. you have no idea.)

That being said, aside from being able to select your pronouns at the start of the game, the cast (including yourself) don't really do much of anything to gender you. AnWL gave me so much gender euphoria before I even knew what it was. (Not to mention the FoMT remake set the bar for being gay in a way that AWL is set up couldn't really replicate). So... who knows. Maybe I'll end up replaying it someday anyway.

Granted, I say that, but as I was typing that sentence I thought about how the event for giving your toddler a bath was broken so that you could not give him one. Instead of a Yes/No prompt the game just said "Several days later..." and then continued like you had said no. Maddening.

Nuts to it, someone just give me an annotated textdump.

After so much hemming and hawing about who to marry in the remake, I ended up just marrying Nami again. One part autistic lesb solidarity, one part her kid being so goshdang powerful. Either way, I joked about how nothing about me had changed in twenty years.

Once I got to chapter two, I started screencapping like crazy. Got almost 400 of them on my switch now. I just wanted to note everything I could about what my darling baby girl was doing throughout her life. Also my wife.

In my original playthrough, even though I tried to influence my son into either art or academics, he ended up becoming a farmer. But then again, I also didn't understand how to influence him optimally. Which sounds awful out of context. Oh well, at least his life was mostly organic.

I managed to get my daughter into academics before chapter two ended. Probably the most interesting thing that happened was how her dialogue changed. She started reciting her ABC's to herself, and mumbled about books, and said that gemstones were like puzzle peices. It was darling.

Since I've only played the entire game with Nami's child, though, I do wanna replay the game just so that I can see what a different kid is like.

Problem is, it just brings back the marriage problem. And the child career problem, because even if I marry Muffy, like hell will I raise an athlete (but I don't want scholar again... but also if they're an artist they run away from home after the game ends, which is kinda messed up).

A lot of people in the village make comments about how air conditioning isn't good for people's health. They did that in the original game too, if memory serves, but it's still weird. Is this a thing in Japan, or was the person that wrote those parts of the dialogue have a vendetta of some kind?

This is another thing that I know got changed in AnWL, but I'm still so glad that chapters are only one in-game year long. There's a special kind of pain to get to the end of the year, only to learn there's more you need to play before you see your kid get older.

Despite that, I still got a whole lot done, to the point that I spent most of the last two years just idling because I had nothing else to do. Same way I got to the endgame of the original, come to think of it.

I never bought the teddybear. I wasn't gonna do it when my daughter was a teen by the time I had the money. I'm not that dumb. Doesn't do anything but be spoopy anyhow.

I seem to remember the seed maker being instant in the GCN game. If it was, it got seriously debuffed in the remake-- you can only put up to twelve crops in at a time, and it takes 20 in-game hours for the seeds to be produced. Obviously meant to balance how absurdly high tree seeds could be sold for, but the prices were already slashed to pieces, so it was just overkill and made it hard to keep up with what crops I did or didn't have seeds for.

I genuinely hope I never have to make nine of each rare crop again. I mean, technically I never had to anyway, but I did and it was so much pain.

Cows are absurdly expensive in the remake. I guess it's to balance the fact that there's no limit on how long cows can be milked, but

here's the dirty secret

If you have a cow and a bull, they'll mate on their own without you needing to order for it. My cows in the GCN games were constantly getting pregnant. Anyone who complains about cows going dry was doing it wrong.

Sheep are significantly more affordable, though. So I ended up getting mostly those instead.

That being said, a star/brown/marble cow giving S Milk (and the latter two getting their milk processed into butter and cheese respectively) does give you more profit than golden wool does... until you get the Blessed Clippers and you start getting two bundles of wool per sheep (which is insane). But wowie are they expensive...

My new personal hell is having a dozen sheep following me around to scream at me. Did they do that in the original(s)? I never bothered with them....

I'm still sad Flora's not a marriage candidate.

As I mentioned, I was basically without anything to do by the end of the game. Which makes the infinite postgame chapter's existence kinda funny? I don't know what else I'd want to do with that, since as far as I've been able to tell nobody has new dialogue.

No really. I can't even 100% the game anymore because Van stops selling goats, I have over 5 million G, I've grown each one of every plant, caught every fish, dug up all the digsite items, and have all in-game achievements. What would I wanna keep playing for?

Also, why isn't Nina in said postgame chapter? If it's the afterlife anyway, then she should be there too, dangit!

I still don't understand why the dog is trainable.

The player's child is so adorable. I love my daughter so much, she's such a sweetheart.

Wish her self-esteem wasn't so low from chapter 3 onwards, though... another reason to see the game married to somebody else.

I am so grateful there's no friendship decay for the villagers.

What a great game.

And now, some of me rambling about my history with the series:

I don't know what drew me to the original AWL game. All I knew is that there was coverage of it in an issue of Nintendo Power, and I just kept reading and re-reading it. I had a couple friends that swore by the HM games (in particular, 64 and StHL), but beyond that I guess something about it intrigued me to the point that it became a game I really wanted. Had a plan of how I would run the farm and who I'd marry. And counted the days before I finally got it (must've been a birthday or Christmas present).

And I played through it, beginning to end. Despite my brother scorning it. Despite one of the friends that swore by HM64 thinking it was such a watered down derivative it made him laugh several times even as he tried playing it himself.

I also got the girl version when it came out. Don't remember how I afforded it, but I remember that I was too embarrassed by wanting it to let anyone know I did get it but myself. Never managed to finish it, but boy howdy did it have a lot of gender euphoria. I got to be a mom.

...I tried other HM games since. I got Magical Melody (which I recall using Action Replay to turn my player character into a girl that make perfect sense to me now but I don't know what I had been thinking at the time), but dropped it shortly after my wife started expecting.

I got both versions of HMDS (mermaid wife yes please), but only stuck with them for about two or three in-game years each.

I got Isle of Happiness, but honestly the fact that every item had decay to it stressed me to the point I couldn't play without Action Replay codes to keep everything top quality and freshness forever-- and even then the crap you gotta juggle is crazy. Played long enough to marry the Witch though, so that ruled.

I got Hero of Leaf Valley, and that one I actually stuck through to the end (including forgetting how many zeros were in fifty thousand and ended up raising up half a million G before the second year's end), but got too paralyzed with indecision on who to marry (it was mainly between Gwen and Aurelia, since I read that Alice couldn't be raised to red heart after the credits. Game seemed to have thought I had my sights set on Lyla, though).

I tried Rune Factory 4... but something about it just didn't vibe with me so I bounced early.

Every now and then, I thought about going back to A(n)WL, or maybe trying a different one. Never did, though. And Stardew or other inspired's didn't ever really grab me.

And yet I inhaled the chance to play the AWL remake when the time came. And now I've finished it. Go figure. I'm still not sure what it is about that game specifically that calls to me.

I think the amount of interactability with your kid is a big factor, though.

#story of seasons #story of seasons: a wonderful life #A Wonderful Life #harvest moon: a wonderful life #SOS AWL #HM AWL

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