#I'd like to talk about this man like how i talk about my day

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 6 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley asks you for your number, you can't believe he wants to spend his phone call on you. Even though you're nervous about asking, you realize you need answers to some of your questions. The promise of getting to hear your voice is enough to get Bradley through the week, but is he going to be enough for you?

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley being sexy

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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When you woke up for work and checked your phone, there was a new email waiting for you from Bradley, and you couldn't decide what to do about it. As soon as you'd hit send on that selfie of you in bed, you felt like an idiot. Was he expecting something more than a random picture of you after you'd removed your makeup for the day? Was he going to eventually give up responding at all when he realized that one date with you was ultimately just a waste of his time on his stop back in San Diego?

But he had written back yet again, and you were nervous to see what he had on his mind. You dropped your phone into your purse, making a deal with yourself: you could read his response once you were at work. That would give you enough time to process your thoughts on the matter. You were being silly for wanting more and expecting more with every interaction. This man owed you nothing. You were probably in over your head with the mutual daydreaming and flirtation.

What were you going to do when it was easy for him to say that talking to you had been fun, but he needed to get back to his real life? What were you going to do when you weren't able to do the same?

Once you were settled at your desk looking at your Natural History notes in those last few minutes of solitude before your eighteen students arrived for the day, you let yourself indulge in Bradley's words. 

Hey, Gorgeous,

You're the only woman I'm going to let email me regularly. And I was right. You do look adorable snuggled up in your bed. That photo is going to keep me up at night wondering how cute you'd look in mine...

It looks like I'll have the opportunity to make a phone call soon, and I'd love to hear your voice. If you want to talk. I can't guarantee I won't sound like an idiot, tripping over my words the whole time, but hey, a guy can dream. Will you let me have your phone number?

Yours Truly,

Bradley

"Oh my god." You forced yourself to read it slower the second time around. He was thinking about you in his bed! He wanted your phone number! "What are you doing to me?" you groaned. 

He wanted to call you. This man wanted to use his phone call allowance on you. He wanted to let you hear his deep, raspy voice over the phone while he spoke sentences that were tailor made for you. He expected you to be able to respond to him in real time? You were embarrassed to admit that it often took you hours or days to figure out how to reply to one of his emails after he set the butterflies off in your belly.

You did not know what you should do here, but you knew exactly what you were going to do. It was going to be impossible to pull yourself back out of this mess when the time came.

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Before Bradley got a response to his email asking for your phone number, he got a box from your class. He could certainly get used to waiting in line when the mail arrived to find himself smiling with satisfaction instead of feeling disappointment. When he got back to his bunk and opened it, he rooted through all of the drawings of F/A-18s in search of the note from you. He smiled at the more businesslike greeting, knowing how many personal topics you and he had covered through email.

Dear Lt Bradshaw,

It seems as though we can't get enough of you. We're back, hoping for a little more of your time. Here's a batch of drawings for you to judge in any manner you see fit, but please be kind... I drew one of them. 

Whether it's a handwritten note or an email, I'm looking forward to hearing from you soon. 

Just looking at your tidy penmanship had Bradley antsy to check his email again. He had put himself out there as far as he could at the moment when he asked you for your phone number, but now he was nervous as hell. What was he supposed to do if you told him no? He'd already planned out not only a first date but a second date as well. He could wait you out. Unless you outright shut him down, he would take his time, making sure you were comfortable. 

Upon inspection of the Super Hornet drawings, it was easy enough to determine which one was yours. It was clearly crafted with a steadier hand than the others, and even the block printing on the side of the aircraft where you'd written 'BRADLEY ROOSTER BRADSHAW' looked like your penmanship. He looked through the other ones, quickly making the assumption that the one with flames and dragon scales had been drawn by Oliver. The one with purple outlining was most likely from Violet. Something was telling him the one with a dog piloting the jet was drawn by Jayden.

He smiled at how connected to these kids he felt, but ultimately he tossed everything back into the box and started heading for the lounge. If you had responded to him with your phone number, he could get himself on the call schedule. His heart was racing, and his skin felt too warm as he logged into his email account. He had three new messages.

"Come on," he groaned when he was met with two names above yours in his inbox. Nat and Vanessa. He almost forgot about the fucking water bottle. 

He tapped on the email from his best friend first. 

Rooster, I need you to make better choices regarding your girlfriends, okay? I took care of it, but it wasn't pretty. Her pink monstrosity of a water bottle was in your kitchen cabinet, and then she tried to have a conversation with me. Sorry, but I called her a flaming bitch who never appreciated my best friend and said she needed to leave your house before I made her. Everything is locked up tight again to keep the rats out. When you get home, there's a new restaurant you can treat me to on Rendova Road. -Nat

He smiled as he tapped on the email from Vanessa which was exactly one sentence long.

I got my water bottle from your house.

"God bless Natasha Trace," he muttered, deleting Vanessa's email. Then he went ahead and deleted every email he had ever received from her. He shouldn't have been surprised that you and he had already exchanged more emails than he ever had with a woman he'd dated for several months. It didn't take long before they were all gone, and then he was left with the newest one you'd sent to him last night sitting at the top of his inbox. 

"Here we go," he whispered, wiping his palm nervously on his pants before opening up your message to see what you had to say in response to his bold request for your phone number.

Bradley,

I read your last email an embarrassing number of times, trying to be sure I understood it properly. You want to use your phone call allotment on ME? And you were thinking about ME snuggled up in your bed? There's no possible way you could sound like an idiot. Not with that voice that I think about when I'm trying to fall asleep at night. 

You know what, I don't even care if I misinterpreted something. Of course I'll let you have my phone number. Of course I'll let you call me.

Your giddy pen pal

Right there below your parting words was your full phone number complete with San Diego area code. Bradley smiled as he grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from the shelves behind him and wrote it down. He double and triple checked that he had it correct, knowing his next mission would be to get approved for a specific time slot and hope it wasn't going to be at a horrible time of day for you in California. Then he wrote back to your email.

Gorgeous,

You shouldn't sound so surprised. This thing we've got going on isn't open to interpretation on my end. I told you I have a thing for you. I believed you when you said you were interested in getting to know me. There's nobody else I'd rather spend my twenty minute phone call on than you. In fact, you're the only one. 

I already memorized your number. I'll email you back when I know which day I can call you and at what time. I can't wait to hear your voice saying my name.

Yours Truly,

Bradley

He logged out and did some quick math to take into account the difference between time zones, and then he was all smiles as he signed up for the opportunity to finally talk to you in real time.

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You read his email again as the hours slowly ticked away on Saturday afternoon. Your friends were asking why you kept checking your phone while you were out to dinner. Well, they would be doing the same thing if Bradley Bradshaw was in their email inboxes sounding sweeter than any man had the right to.

Hey, Gorgeous,

How does 10:00 on Saturday night sound to you? I know it's a little late, but I didn't want to potentially interfere with your work week. And I don't know if I can wait until next week anyway. I'm feeling greedy right now when it comes to you. I can't wait to make a fool of myself on the phone.

Yours Truly,

Bradley

When you let him know in the calmest fashion you could muster that Saturday night was just fine for a phone call, he wrote back one additional sentence.

Talk to you then, Gorgeous Girl.

You received that email on Friday morning, and in an effort to seem less desperate for this man than you were, you didn't write back. It was better to let his anticipation grow to match your own. But once you'd parted ways with your friends and headed home for the night, your nerves settled in. You were going to have to ask Bradley where he lived, and that would be that. You'd know all the facts soon enough, and that would pretty much become the determining factor on how long the two of you could really keep this up.

It was almost time. You made sure your phone was fully charged, and you had your ringtone volume turned way up. Barring some sort of disaster, your phone should be ringing in exactly fifteen minutes. 

"Chill out," you whispered as you walked a few laps around your apartment in your favorite underwear and an oversized sweatshirt. At 9:56 you paused in your bedroom doorway, convinced Bradley wasn't even going to call. And at 10:02, you sat on the edge of your bed with your phone in your hand, wondering how you managed to get yourself in this deep.

He was in the Navy. Things ran on precision. It was 10:04, and your phone was sitting there on your palm like a dead brick. "It's okay," you told yourself. "Maybe he'll still call." For a few minutes, you thought that being hopeful was the way to go. Perhaps he dialed the wrong number the first time and was just regrouping. Or perhaps not.

At 10:11, you set your phone on your nightstand and walked out into your living room without it. That was when you realized that the lighter-than-air tingling sensation you'd been enjoying all day was gone, replaced with something uncomfortable.

"Don't even think about crying," you whispered as you pulled the hem of your sweatshirt a little further down your legs. You'd normally be drinking a cup of tea and getting settled in to try to go to sleep. A few months ago, you might have even been scrolling through a dating app right now. But you didn't want to do either of those things when you'd essentially been promised something as exciting as Bradley Bradshaw's voice for twenty minutes straight. "Fuck."

Just as you dragged your toe along the kitchen tile, trying to decide what to do now, you heard your ringtone. The clock on your microwave told you it was 10:16 as you turned and ran for your bedroom. Your fingers were shaking as you snatched up your phone and read RESTRICTED CALLER on the screen. You weren't sure what you'd been expecting, but it had to be him.

You took a deep breath and sank down onto the floor with your back against the side of your bed, and without any further hesitation, you answered the call as your heart hammered hard in your chest.

"Bradley?"

There was just a short pause, and it sounded like he was smiling when he said, "Hey, Gorgeous." 

The lighter-than-air tingling sensation was back as soon as you heard him say two whole words, and you slid slowly down until you were laying on your back on the floor like a boneless mess. "Hi," you sighed, pressing your free hand to your belly to try to calm the butterflies.

You heard him clear his throat softly before he said, "I'm really sorry I'm late calling you. I've been waiting for this all damn weekend." There was an edge to his voice that gave you goosebumps on your legs, and you smiled before you immediately frowned.

"Does this mean we only have four minutes to talk instead of twenty?" you asked him.

"No, I made sure of that," he replied in his deep rasp. "I even got a little bitchy with the guy before me who wouldn't end his call on time. I told him the most gorgeous teacher from Mira Mesa Elementary was waiting for me to call and that I'd be lucky if she still wanted to talk to me now."

You couldn't help but laugh as the tingling sensation made its way to your fingers and toes. "You didn't tell him that!"

"I swear I did," he insisted, his voice on the verge of laughter. "He sends his apologies." He cleared his throat once more before he asked, "Any chance you could say my name again?"

You thought you detected some nervous energy in his voice which was somehow the most flattering thing you'd ever encountered. You closed your eyes and licked your lips, picturing his handsome face as you said, "Bradley."

Now his voice was as breathless as you knew yours was. "Yeah. I really like the way that sounds."

"Bradley," you repeated with a laugh as you rolled up into a little ball on your side with your phone held to your ear.

"Hey, if you want to just say my name for the next eighteen minutes, I'm not going to complain. I was dying to hear your voice, and now I just want more of it."

You had to press your lips together to keep from making an embarrassing sound, but you did manage to say, "Yeah, that's not really going to work for me, Lieutenant Bradshaw. I'm going to need some back and forth, especially with how much I like your voice. And your face."

He groaned softly, and now you really did make an embarrassing noise before you could clap your free hand over your mouth. "My face is nothing special, Gorgeous," he said. "Yours on the other hand... that's the kind of thing that could get a guy through a long deployment."

You whimpered, and you were sure he could hear it. But you weren't even as embarrassed as you were needy for more. You wanted to know everything about him, and twenty minutes wasn't going to be enough to satisfy you when it came to Bradley. "Let's just say you've had my full attention for months now. And the photos you sent are enough to get a girl through a long school year. Will you tell me how you got your scars?" you asked him. It was something you'd been curious about since the first photo he sent where you could see his face. The one of him standing tall and sexy in front of his jet.

"Oh, hell," he laughed, his voice taking on a self deprecating tone. "I knew I shouldn't have sent that sunset selfie. I was kind of hoping you wouldn't be able to see them in the photos or the video. I have a lot."

You scrambled to your knees and then your feet. The last thing you'd meant to do was make him feel badly about himself. "They just make you look hotter," you blurted out. "I've thought about kissing them."

"Shit," he grunted. "Baby, I'll tell you anything you want to know. My social security number? My bank account information?" You laughed and had to bite down on your knuckle as he said, "I got my scars when I was a sophomore at the University of Virginia. Just typical nineteen year old guy bullshit. I was riding my bike back from a party late, and I skipped the curb. Just a lot of stitches."

"Oh," you gasped.

"It's okay," he said quickly. "More superficial than anything. I didn't even miss any of my classes. This is just why I don't usually send selfies like that. But you're already an exception, aren't you?"

He was so sweet, you were afraid the butterflies would never stop. But now you were picturing him going back to a beautiful house in Virginia, and it just made you sad. You paced the length of your room as you said, "I'd still really like to see your face in person."

"That's a done deal, Gorgeous."

You bit your lip, already knowing how you were going to react, but you just needed to have all the facts. "I know we could probably meet for a date or two while you're on leave in San Diego, but what happens after that?"

There was a brief pause before he asked, "What do you mean?"

You tipped your head back and looked at your ceiling as you finally said, "I don't even know where you live or where you're stationed. All I know is that if you're returning to Virginia or somewhere else far away... I'm going to have to brace myself for it."

But when you heard his next sentence, you let yourself drop down onto your bed with a smile on your face. "Gorgeous Girl, I live in San Diego."

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This was going well. Bradley's whole body was thrumming with anticipation, and your voice was already embedded in his mind. As soon as you mentioned just the thought of your lips on his scarred cheek, he had to stand up for a minute. And when you brought up meeting him when his deployment ended, he was afraid his heart rate might never return to normal.

"I'd still really like to see your face in person," you told him, and all he could think about was Thai food on the beach and kissing your lips.

"That's a done deal, Gorgeous," he replied, satisfied in knowing for sure that it was going to happen now, but your follow up question left him confused.

"I know we could probably meet for a date or two while you're on leave in San Diego, but what happens after that?"

After that? He sat back down in his seat and thought about what would happen after a date or two. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands and lips off you, but somehow he didn't think that's what you were talking about. "What do you mean?"

Your voice took on a softer, maybe sadder quality as you told him,  "I don't even know where you live or where you're stationed. All I know is that if you're returning to Virginia or somewhere else far away... I'm going to have to brace myself for it."

He froze. He hadn't told you where he lived? Had he really never mentioned it once in all the times he wrote out the address to your school in Mira Mesa? His heart was beating erratically now as he pieced together the fact that he was making all of these plans while you were trying to protect yourself, but you kept emailing him and sending him letters anyway. You were showing that you had genuine interest in him while afraid he was going to leave you high and dry after one date? Hell no. Oh, he was falling hard.

"Gorgeous Girl, I live in San Diego." 

Your little surprised gasp had him holding his breath. "You do?" you whispered. 

"I do," he promised. "Shit, I can't believe I never mentioned it. My house is in Coronado, near the beach in the photo you sent me where you look more flawless than the sunset. I'm so sorry I got so carried away with our emails that I never put it together that you didn't know I'm stationed out of North Island."

You were quiet for a beat, and he wanted to crawl through the phone and reassure you that he had never meant to stress you out. "You live in Coronado?" you asked.

"Yeah, Gorgeous. About thirty minutes away from your school. I mean, there's always traffic, so maybe forty minutes," he told you nervously. "I hope that's not too far for you to deal with?"

"That's nothing, Bradley," you said with a sigh. "That's... absolutely not too far. I thought you potentially lived thousands of miles away, and I was trying to figure out what to do about my feelings. I was so scared to ask you sooner."

Vanessa wouldn't even drive the extra ten minutes to the restaurant he liked, meanwhile you were putting yourself out there for him. He cleared his throat and said, "I already have our first date planned out."

"Tell me. In an abundance of detail."

Bradley's skin tingled with desire as he divulged his daydreams. "I'll drive up and pick you up at your place. You already gave me permission to hold your hand, so that's happening on the ride back to the beach. There's a good Thai place not too far from the bay bridge where we'll stop to pick up dinner. Then when we get to the beach, you'll be surprised and charmed that I packed blankets and a cooler full of beer and a bottle of prosecco. And we can sit on the beach, talking and eating while the sun sets, unless you'd rather sit in the back of my vintage Bronco. And then, when the sky is just starting to turn purple, I'm going to kiss you."

The beat of silence was satisfying before you asked, "You're going to wait until after dinner to do that?" He could practically hear your pout which made him get to his feet again. He only had five more minutes with you right now, and he was going to have to make this count.

"You want me to kiss you before that?" he asked, his fingers wrapping around the edge of the counter as your soft laughter met his ears.

"I want you to kiss me as soon as you see me."

"Fuck," he panted. "Then consider that a done deal too, Gorgeous."

"Oh, I like that."

"Yeah?" he asked, watching time slip through his fingers. "You feel more confident now that you know where I live?"

"Yes," you replied softly.

"Good." He closed his eyes as he said, "We only have a little more time right now, Baby. Anything else you want from me?"

You squeaked softly. "Will you email me a gym selfie or two? With a nice closeup of your face?"

He couldn't get over you and the way you made him feel. "Yeah. I'll hit the gym tomorrow for you."

You hummed softly, and he sat down in his chair again, raking his fingers through his hair. God, he felt like a mixed up mess over you after this conversation. Your voice was so fucking sweet as you asked him, "Anything you want from me?"

His plentiful thoughts ranged the full spectrum from innocent to decidedly not as he tugged on his hair and tried to keep himself in check. "Yeah, actually," he said, gravel filling his voice. "You know that inactive dating profile you mentioned before?"

"Yes."

"You should delete the app. There's nothing I know about you that I don't like, and I feel like that trend is going to continue. If you feel the same way, then you don't need the app, Gorgeous."

After a brief pause, your beautiful voice told him, "Okay, Bradley. I'll delete it."

"Fucking aces," he said with a smile. "Where are you right now?"

You laughed softly as he realized he had less than a minute left on this call. "Curled up in my bed with the biggest smile on my face."

"Send me a selfie?"

"Consider it done, Lieutenant. It'll be there when you check your email next."

He leaned back in his chair. There was still so much he wanted to tell you and ask about, but it would have to wait. "Listen, I need to go. But I'm going to work on writing back to your class this week. And I'll get the selfies for you, too. I'll see you in our inboxes?"

That soft laughter was right there again, and he felt like his skin was on fire as you said, "I'll take you any way I can get you, Bradley."

You could have him as many ways as you wanted him. "I can't wait to get back to San Diego."

"I'll be ready when you do."

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I'm sweating. He's too much. He's too powerful. Bradley Bradshaw, get home and get your girl some Thai food! Also, Natasha is the friend of the year for taking out the trash. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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[octuscle]

Reorganization of a law student

I am a university student here in Cambridge. My class teacher urged me to study law. He said I had what it takes. I'm the first person in my family to ever graduate from school. No relative has ever even thought about going to university. And if I hadn't gotten the scholarship, I wouldn't have done it either. The stupid thing is that, as an obvious member of the working class, I never fitted in at university. And the scholarship isn't enough to live on either. I thought about taking a job at McDonald's. That's where I meet the people I understand. Even if they think I'm the snob from university now. It's still better than being the working-class proletarian for my fellow students.

Day 1: Monday

What a day it has been. I commenced my new employment at McDonald's. I felt somewhat out of place in my suit, amidst the others in their uniforms. Nevertheless, they appeared to be amicable. However, I found it difficult to comprehend much of their conversation.

The boss incessantly spoke about burgers and fries. I couldn't help but think, "My dear sir, I am well versed in arguing a case; I hardly require a lecture on flipping a burger."

Day 3: Wednesday

I'm gettin' the hang of it, I guess. It's just about flippin' burgers and slingin' fries, ain't it? Not that complicated, eh? So, I meet this dude named Dave, been workin' here forever. He's like a big deal around here, ya know? But man, he talks funny, all Cockney and stuff.

Anyway, Dave's big into bodybuilding and stuff. He's like, "Bro, you gotta hit the gym with me." I might give it a shot, ya know? Need to lose some of this uni weight, man.

Day 5: Friday

So, turns out Dave ain't just into bodybuildin'. Bloke's obsessed with it. He's always talkin' about his protein shakes and them supplements. Keeps tryin' to get me to take some, reckon it'll make me "ripped".

Said yes to goin' to the pub with him tonight. He reckons he knows some places where we can watch the rugby. Never really been into rugby, but why not, eh?

Day 7: Sunday

Last night was mad. Went to the pub with Dave, ended up watchin' rugby and havin' a few pints. Then some bloke started mouthing off, next thing I know, there's a full-on brawl.

Dave was right in the middle of it, throwin' punches like there's no tomorrow. Got a few bruises meself, but it was proper adrenaline rush, I tell ya.

Day 10: Wednesday

Me life's taken a turn, ain't it? Can't believe how much I've changed in just a week. Started takin' them supplements Dave gave me. Dunno what's in 'em, but I feel like I could take on the world.

Been skippin' lectures to hang out with Dave. He's teachin' me all sorts of things about bodybuildin' and rugby. Who knew I'd find it all so interestin'?

Day 14: Sunday

Two weeks in, and I'm a changed man. Used to be all about them fancy words and legal cases. Now, I'm more interested in bench pressin' and pint down the pub.

Me mates from uni are proper shocked when they see me now. But sod 'em, I'm lovin' life. Dave's me new mentor, and I couldn't be happier. Who needs law when you've got burgers, rugby, and a good old pub brawl?

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[huntiesworld]

Don’t Delete The Kisses | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n who was a shy girl, learned how much a man can make her feel. 

Warning: Angst? Fluff, 

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! ( SO PLEASE DON'T HATE!!) 

Y/n’s alarm clock blared loudly, jolting her awake at 4 a.m. She grounded, rubbing her eyes as she tried to wake up from her deep slumber. Despite the early hour, Y/n knew she had a busy day ahead and wanted to get a head start. 

In the quiet darkness of the early morning, Y/n stood in front of her bathroom mirror, the soft light casting a gentle glow on her delicate features. She was a shy and soft-spoken girl, her petite frame adorned in coquette clothes that reflected her feminine style.

I see the signs of a lifetime, you 'til I die

And I'm swiftly out, Irish goodbye

What if it's not meant for me?

Love

What if it's not meant for me?

Love

As the warm water from the shower cascaded over her skin, Y/n took the time to carefully shave every inch of her body, a ritual that made her feel both clean and confident. After crying off, she moved to her skincare routine, applying serums and creams with precision as she admired her reflection in the mirror.

Y/n was wondering why she started doing this, then she remembered that it was all to impress the popular boy in her school.

-Flash back-

One day, Y/n overheard some of the girls in her class talking about Cassie Howard’s $ a.m. morning routine. They all gushed about how amazing Cassie looked every day and how she always seemed to capture everyone’s attention. Y/n decided to give it a try, waking up at 4 a.m. the next morning to start her own beauty routine. 

By the time she finished her morning routine, the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow through her bedroom window. Y/n felt ready to face whatever the day had in store, her self-care rituals serving as a foundation for the confidence and grace she would carry with her throughout the day. 

I'd like to get to know you

I'd like to take you out

We'd go to The Hail Mary

And afterwards make out

Instead, I'm typing you a message

That I know I'll never send

Rewriting old excuses

Delete the kisses at the end

Y/n walked through the hallways of her high school. Feeling invisible as usual. She was used to blending into the background, never drawing attention to herself. But little did she know, someone had been watching her from afar. 

Chris, the popular boy in school, had always noticed Y/n. He admired her quiet confidence and unique style from a distance. He didn't want to make a big show of his interest, so he found subtle ways to catch her eye. 

When I see you, the whole world reduces

To just that room

And then I remember and I'm shy

That gossip's eye will look too soon

And then I'm trapped, overthinking

And yeah, probably self-doubt

You tell me to get over it

And to take you out

One day, Chris purposely dropped his books near Y/n’s locker, giving him the perfect excuse to strike up a conversation. Y/n was taken off guard by his sudden attention, but she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest.

Y/n looks up from her locker. “Oh, how clumsy?” she said with an annoyed tone. Chris smirks and leaned up against the next locker that was next to Y/n’s. “Just wanted to get your attention.” the young boy said with a small smile.Y/n rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. “Well, you got it. What do you want?” the petite girl said. “How about we go out on a date this weekend?” trying to convince the young girl. Y/n crosses her arms. “I don’t know…I’m pretty bust.” she sighs once again. 

“Come one, it'll be fun! You can't resist my charm forever.” he said while smiling even bigger. The well dressed girl laughs and shakes her head. “You think you're charming?” she says, chuckling

Chris playfully pouts. “Fine, be that way. But I'll keep trying until you say yes.” he says walking away towards class. “We’ll see about that!” Y/n said while looking at him with a smile. 

-Cliff Hanger!!

Comment for part 2!!

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

[intimacyequalsdeath]

#9 and #25 w/ Otis ?🫢🫠

Of course! Thank so so much for the request and as usual my apologies this took so long! The prompts requested for this one are as follows:

Prompt 9: "Run" Prompt 25: "Fuck you"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE

Notes: Minors DNI, No Specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used.

TW: Canon typical violence, Otis Driftwood is pretty much his own trigger warning so just use your own discretion please <3

"Fuck you!"

You spat at Otis from your spot on the landing of the stairs. He fixed you with an incredulous look from his spot standing at the top of the stairs.

"Baby you better watch your goddamn mouth when your talking to me"

You rolled your eyes at him, you had been here long enough to know that when it came to you most of what Otis said was empty threats. You made Otis soft, something that Baby thought was absolutely hilarious.

"No Otis! Fuck you! You always do this shit to me. You get my hopes up and then get wrapped up in 20 other things"

You were angry with him because once again had he promised to you that he would take you out somewhere special and then when the day came he had gotten busy with 20 different things, half of which included his own "Projects".

"Bunny I fuckin' told you I don't know how goddamn sorry you want me to be. I have important shit I gotta do"

"I'm tired of being second in your life Otis"

You bit back a smile, your plan being employed. You knew how to get Otis where you wanted him. The only person in the entire world who knew how to work up the killer without becoming one of his victims.

"Sugar don't start with me"

"No Otis, I'm tired of it! If you won't do anything about it then maybe, maybe I'll just go find someone who has time for me then"

You saw Otis stiffen at your words. A thick tense fog of uncertain emotion falling between the two of at your standoff on the stairs. Hook, line and sinker, you got Otis exactly where you want him.

"The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I said maybe I'd just go find a man who'd give me his time"

Otis spat out a laugh as he slowly began descending the stairs toward you.

"Fine, If you think I don't have time for you I'll fuckin' show you time. Run."

As fast as the word had come out of his mouth you bolted. You breeze through the living room and out the front door. You heard Mama from some where behind you scolding Otis for the running in the house as usual when the two of you were up to your antics.

You shot out of the house and crossed the yard into the brush and trees. Though you knew deep down your attempts to flee were fleeting, Otis would catch up, he always did but you didn't care all too much. You wouldn't have it any other way.

The tall grass whipped against your legs as you ran through it. You dodged under tree limbs and over top of fallen trees until you found a small clearing with a large stump almost smack in the middle of it.

You sat, perfectly in the middle of the stump and waited for Otis. Yourself, presented to him like a gift as you stripped off your shirt and pants and leaned back onto your hands as you waited for him to appear in the brush.

Within a few moments there he was, standing between the trees that surrounded the clearing. His eyes raked up and down your body as he approached you, taking his time to make sure he took you in as much as possible.

You grinned up at him, taking a lip between your teeth.

"Is this enough time for you?"

Otis remarked as you stood from the stump to meet him halfway, Gently moving your discarded clothes off to the side as you stood.

"You know I wasn't actually that mad, It's just frustrating when your so busy and I wanna spend time with you"

"Yellin' at me ain't the way to fix it though"

"But it's the only way you'll hear me. Well, except when I'm like this"

You said motioning to your bare body, Otis smirked as he reached to place his hands on your waist to pull you closer.

"I'm a hardheaded motherfucker aren't I?"

"Otis Driftwood, you are the most stubborn man I've ever met"

"But you're still here aren't you?"

"As if I'd actually be allowed to leave"

"That's right, You're mine. Even if you left I'd hunt you down to the ends of the earth"

"I wouldn't wanna leave"

You whispered to him, despite the fact you were the only two in the clearing. You pressed your lips to his and he slipped his tounge into your mouth.

Otis pulled away after fighting for dominance of your mouth and smiled darkly at you.

"You know, I heard there's some bad men in these woods. You really shouldn't be out here naked like this. Who knows what could happen to you"

"mmm, bad men you say? what kind of bad men"?

"Men that would take advantage of little bunnies like you"

"That'd be a shame wouldn't it. You're not one of those bed men are you?"

"Oh sugar, I'm the worst"

You grinned up at him as you leaned in so your chest was against his still clothed one.

"Ya know, I was hoping you'd say that"

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood oneshot #otis driftwood imagine #otis x reader #3 from hell #the devils rejects

[reveluving]

I love this man so much, I just want to cover him in lipstick-stained kisses 😫😫😫

#I'd like to talk about this man like how i talk about my day #non. stop. #i say as im dying on the peak of my week full of assignments #but pls if u love this man as much as i do #👂🏼🔊ears opened huehuehue #jack mercer #jack mercer x reader #four brothers #four brothers 2005 #garrett hedlund #garrett hedlund x reader

[basket-of-radiants]

Ok hi!!!! I love all your takes on the characters and it's rlly interesting! I also think moash is a very nuanced and fascinating character. I'm kinda mad at him after he tried to convince Kal to k!ll himself but I think he's a great charcter with lots of depth and your pinned post was so interesting because it said so much about moash! Anyway sorry bye!!!

Hello!!! Thank you!! I apologize for inflicting that post on you, but I'm glad you read/enjoyed it! ty for letting me know <3<3<3

#i pinned it kinda as a joke but also bc i'd keep getting sent moash hate from new followers #and while there are many places in this fandom that are receptive to that. i am not really one of them. #man remember when i read ob in 2017 and liked it and so came onto the internet to draw characters from it w/ no knowledge of this fandom #i wasn't a moash-poster back then (all szeth all the time baby) but i was shocked by how everyone talked about one of my fav characters #these days there are plenty of people here who like him but back then i felt like i had to claw out a space for myself to discuss him #largely just felt that the kind of hate he got was counterproductive to any deeper discussions or critiques of the narrative #of course in present that essay mostly serves as a barrier to entry for new people following my blog #because the real question of course is how you guys keep finding me #it's sort of a ''come for the silly drawing you saw somewhere‚ stay for the erratic and long-winded discourse'' kind of vibe #anyway. always nice and flattering to meet new people. sorry i don't post much here anymore. #i make up for it how much i ramble in the tags tho

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Adorned by stars | Changing States

When he hits the I-70, Jeremiah slots George Michael’s Faith into his ’98 Accord and drives with the windows down. His mother would chide him for two reasons: a) he’s wasting fuel and b) it’s begun to storm. But he likes the way the wind shears through his hair like a nail breaking drywall and he likes the way spats of rain settle on his skin like constellations because on the road, he isn’t just a hand for someone else to hold, a body to handle, a man who looks at another man and fears how much of himself he’s lost in his reflection. No. On the road he is the sky, adorned by stars of his own making, relentless in his abundance, blinking in the absence of any other light.

A little Changing States aesthetic & excerpt!

i'm so normal about him i'm so normal i'm so normal i'm so-

#i can't wait to explain more about this project when I actually get into it #like there's no plot rn but the vibes are impeccable #BUT I DO HAVE A LOGLINE: after a whirlwind romance devastatingly ends #jeremiah moves back to his hometown in maryland for support #only to receive word there’s been a death in the family the day he's set to arrive. #“WHIRLWIND ROMANCE DEVASTATINGLY ENDS” YEAHHH BYEEE #harrison fucked this man up i'm MADDDDDD #you know that scene in BB where harrison's pissed off at the congregation and turns and goes DO ANY OF YOU WANT PITCHFORKS??? #the answer rn should be yes BECAUSE WE'RE HUNTING HIM FOR SPORT (quoting That Post) anyway let me be serious #CW: death/grief talk #like i said this is a little autofiction-y in the sense that last yr my family had a maryland trip planned and right before we left #there was a death in the family (I didn't know the person well but it affected my parents/grandparents/uncles a lot) #so what was a trip to just see family was a trip to go to a funeral #anyway I was thinking about those circumstances and what that's like (like packing funeral clothes when they weren't originally in the plan #and what that funeral was like/how interesting it is that times of grief are also times where family reuintes #as I saw people who wouldn't have ever met me or last met me when I was very little #it was also joyous in ways etc while also being incredibly sad to witness the grief anyway so I was drawn to write about that #because I think about that trip a LOT (I was getting back into SV at the time) #and that was the first time I'd been in MD in a long time (just like this is the first time Jeremiah's been in MD in a long time) #for me it was 4 years so maybe I'll make it a similar timeline for him! #anyway Jeremiah means so much to me ughhhh I’m so grateful I created him #changing states

[the-acid-pear]

Also while Jack and religion posting these lyrics from Belle's Palsy by Reverend Glasseye just felt so him.

#luly talks #dsaf #dsaf jack #jack kennedy #him in the good ending to be fucking honest. ykwifm. #sorry im dropping so many fucks maybe that afterlife post i made was foreshadowing for how mad im gonna be when im send to hazbin hotel #sorry it was a long day today. im very tired. it was rough. #anyway I've become less of a man is so . him. bc if the title of the song doesn't tell you enough GO LISTEN TO IT 🫵👁️👁️ but also like #it's about a man falling apart bc illness like he's dying and talking to his god #and expressing how eager he is to meet his end #and by 3 jack really is so fucking done with being alive he's so tired AND. sorry. sorry this is no place for.me.to rip my hair off #he makes me just so sad it's unreal. I'd fix him. anyway um. like yeah #yeah he's all fucking rotten and tired and just wants to finally fucking die #also i like that the song talks of storm bc he does go up in flames so it's like. a silly contrast y'know :)

[skrunksthatwunk]

found out that rascal's owner took him again while i was out, and he's probably not gonna be back since the semester's almost over. i don't even know if his owner's coming back next semester, if i'll ever see him again. if he'll ever see me again. why do they wait until im not around to do this? why do they never let me say goodbye to him?

#i didnt really get to process it bc i found out when i was hanging w a friend but. im processing it now #sigh.. i dont know. i dont know. #at the end of the day he is and has always been someone else's cat. i can't control what she does with him #no matter what i think of it. she can always take him away. but every time it happens im just. im tired yknow? #it's worth it to me to have him around. i love him dearly and i want him to be in a home where he's actually cared for (which i have done my #best to provide) but he's just. not mine. and every time it happens i back up and think man. im such a sucker. #i don't think people manipulate me often. not in an ongoing way i mean. i don't think ppl see me as valuable enough to most of the time. #but damn. she really found my weak spots didn't she. free petcare courtesy of one chump who can't live without animals around. sigh #he deserves stability but he deserves love more. this weird shared custody thing is better for him i think. and frankly i also love him. #im not the priority here but my feelings are like. there. him being taken away without even telling me first hurts. i'd like to be able to #say goodbye to him. im not saying he has to stay or this has to go on but couldn't they just.. consider my feelings a bit more? #just bc you're fine with dropping your cat off somewhere for weeks not knowing when you'll see him again and not visiting doesn't mean i am #and i kind of feel like my roommate is part of this. after all it's not like his owner can just break into our room and take him #and if im always out when they do it there's a chance roomie's just shipping him off whenever she gets sick of him. #she's done it before. even after she agreed so vehemently with me about never wanting him to go back to such treatment and stuff early on. #she's been spraying him for little reason lately too. and i mean i get being a little more cautious with some things bc her neck's broken #but she's really fixated on how much he smells and bites and stuff and talks about how if i wasn't around she'd consider eating him #and then other times she's like that's my pookie. i don't get it. like yeah i tell rascal to fuck off sometimes bc he hurts me but it's not #like a hateful thing. i dont resent him for it i'm just annoyed sometimes bc he's maiming me a little. he's my baby. how could i loathe him? #so it makes me think that roomie might be blaming his transfers on his owner bc she doesn't want me to judge her #and like. this is her room too. it's not her fault she's more bothered by the smell than me. if she doesn't want to be bitten and clawed all #the time i can sympathize. i don't wanna force her to house him. but i wish she'd just be honest with me i guess #like. what if his owner decides to give him away without telling me? i'd take him in in a heartbeat. even though i know it's a bad idea. #but i'm worried he'll fall out of my reach completely. and at the very least I'd like to be able to say goodbye first. that's all.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

We need better fucking care infrastructure. I should not be trusted with anyone's care ever 💛

#thing is caring for myself? I'm not GREAT at it but i can scrape by #i know my limits i know how much or little i need to survive i know that i can usually more or less bounce back after a tough time #i think if my life fell out from under me i could probably scrape it back even if i wound up doing a lot of couch surfing in the meantime #i genuinely don't know how I'll survive if i have to be fucking sole carer for someone #dad's on his way back now and he's been prescribed antibiotics and hopefully that's that #but at least a couple of times a year there's some shit like this #an awful cough or an infection or a fucking insane choice to like do some diy on the outside of the house standing on the windowsill #he fucking nearly chokes on his food once or twice a week #maybe he's just one of those cockroach type motherfuckers who'll never die no matter how the universe steps on him #but I'm fucking PISSED that he's taking that for granted and won't even sit and fucking talk to me about what happens when his luck runs out #I've been looking after mum alone for what four hours today and I'm already so tired and frustrated i wanna die #i am. a deeply impatient and unsociable creature. #i can be infinitely patient with friends! those are my fave people i chose to have them in my life I'd wait like a fucking mountain for them #mum and i were.... already sort of At Odds before all this started. #i'm the kid she never 100% really wanted and who never really 100% wanted to be here #and now we're stuck together and one day possibly sooner than any of us want it will be. just the two of us. #and i just. i don't know what that looks like. i really don't. #anyway. mental breakdown over hopefullly. #with a bit of luck dad and i actually fucking TALK before the next one #idk man. i never really knew what i wanted to do with my life but i thought I'd have time to figure it out #but maybe I'm just. the unqualified burnout with covid memory damage and a whole ass other human to care for #the exact thing i set out to avoid when i decided never to have kids #anyway. enough oversharing. #thank you anyone who's read my spiralling tag rambles in solidarity i love you #mr. bees speaks

[tiredassmage]

also i promise i'll hopefully. sometime this week [maybe this month. this week is busy. maybe by the end of the month is a more feasible goal. anyway] actually manage to translate whatever the fuck is going on between alucren and tyr [one-sided as hell, btw] out of my dms and into like. a tumblr post but i just. i just need you all to know he's a delight and he's an idiot and he's my hamster running endlessly on a wheel and also he's a bag of m&m's that's stuck in the vending machine and i'm shaking him around. anyway.

you can, however, have this in the meantime.

and my single incoherent, possibly, without context giggle about them tonight is both of them are so fucking imperial sometimes in. usually slightly different flavors of it but also somewhat similar but also. shakes them. [laminated paper wobble noises] y'know?

anyway alucren's a fucking loser and i love him.

#dot talk #i'm having a blast okay the time of my life #and its HILARIOUS and its great bc i'm having EMOTIONS bc JOEL AND I FOUND THE SECRET SAUCE #but at least for now my brain refuses to like. repeat what its already said even if its just copy + paste so like. i'm so sorry #the lore exists and i want to share it but the sharing department in my brain is like on a lunch break or smth #actually apparently what it wants to do is leave lore in the tags like a treasure hunt so. #the short version is i think i've caught alucren in one hell of a case of imposter syndrome #and what this has manifested as - instead of dealing with any of his issues bc he's. so imperial. nobility about it god anyway #instead of working through that he's decided he's going to put that into homoerotic jealousy of tyr and my god. man does not realize #how not straight of him that is. alucren. babe. its a) all in your head and #b) thinking 'if i kiss him bet that'd shut him up' is neither as straight as you think it is #nor a suitable method for dealing with your boss but kinda not boss but definitely still coworker in sith intel okay #so like. this is what i've been dealing with. i wanna dome him over the head with a paper towel tube. #tyr meanwhile in the other corner of the office just minding his sweet business. willfully or just blatantly unknowing of alucren's deal #its just. its hilarious one day i'd love to be able to share all of it

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Both meow meows at once Nishiki and Majima for blorbo bingo

:D So to make things simpler, I indeed answered both at once. Purple is for both, blue is for Nishiki, pink is for Majima.

Can You Tell I'm Not Normal About Them?

#smol responds #akira nishikiyama #goro majima #i worry im being mean with the 'most fandom takes are incorrect' one and i HAVE seen Bad Nishiki Takes #but like i see too many people calling Majima gross or acting like he's genuinely batshit. like the Mad Dog is all he is/who he TRULY is #and idk man he's a Bit More Complex Than That yknow? and i dont put him under the 'has done nothing wrong (is a war criminal) #because a) maybe DONT hit your wife? and b) somehow he's like Kiryu in that he hasnt killed anyone (by that i mean he Definitely Has #but 0 is all about the *weight* of taking another life so yknow what i'll accept it). whereas Nishiki commits several murders onscreen #but the fact is i simply think they were all justified cfgvbhjnkgfvhbjn this Kiwami replay has made me worse #which is why i'd make HIM worse i would encourage the killings #because i would start violently making out with him every time i saw him covered in blood #also whilst your here i went through my 'smol plays yakuza' tag the other day #and i find it funny how my first post about Y0 aka the game about Majima (yknow my wifey and reason for being here) do you know #what my first post about the game is? talking about how pretty Nishiki is. that was it man gfvbhjnkmghbjnkl i was doomed from then #god i love my boys so much i miss them every day

[oldmanlusting]

Quickly how do you befriend an older man with as far as you know no common interests

#I think I'd really like being friends with my senior colleague actually #We spent the evening talking just a bit more to each other and getting to bond over our work #And it doesn’t feel as hard interacting with him anymore - Like we were more relaxed after we had goofed off together earlier in the day #We dared to look each other in the eye #Even when sitting right beside each other #I don’t know it just felt nice that he made an effort to look me in the face for some reason #Maybe it was just the closeness in general #Maybe it's the fact he's willing to try and put an effort into being my companion #He gave me company on the way to the train station too #And we got to talking about where we live and house prices and in his case his first apartment #Something about it was very nice #So I think I'd like an excuse to continue talking to him outside of the job context you know #Just to get to know him better #Don't you love it when you find reasons to enjoy someone's humanity beyond their physical attractiveness <3 #Anyway maybe he becomes my first attempt at turning a work friend into a real friend but probably not. He's going away for another month #again :'( That guy really goes far and beyond for his wife how lovely :) #Also none of this solves the apparent conundrum I have of NOT HAVING ANYTHING TO SAY TO THE MAN dvmgkhcgbfy

[starscreaming666]

Currently being very normal about having tickets for avatar 2 this weekend

#Very normal so normal I'M VERY EXCITED :) #I watched avatar every day (sometimes twice!) For a month in 2020 because my brain decided hyperfixating is cool #And despite valid criticism of the plot and particular tropes I just. Really enjoy it. I really like avatar. Blue people #I saw the rerelease and man that was MAGICAL. I get people in 2009 being blown away now. I get why it was such a big deal. Holy shit #Anyways I've seen all the footage I can for way of water and it looks really cool :) I can't wait to see it I've been looking forward to #Going for months and I didn't think I'd get the time off work but my manager gave me the weekend off as a treat and lads I'm HYPED #I don't know if I've ever talked about Avatar on here. Is that a thing I've done? I don't remember. Regardless #Did anyone else know about the site/discord people organized so others could actually learn how to speak na'vi? I don't know a ridiculously #Large amount about it but when I'm not swamped I was thinking of looking into it! Everyone seems so passionate it's really cool #Going to stop ranting now!! Hope everyone is having a nice December! #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water

[annie-thyme]

you'd think that saying "this is not a point for debate, this is me telling you how I actually feel" would like. trigger at least an understanding if not an apology but no

#I just cannot believe honestly #my first time telling someone irl I think of myself as nb rather than woman and boy did it well #not go wrong exactly but rather baffling #this is a very close friend I'm talking about and yeah in the end we settled on #you can be whatever you wanna be #but like #taking it as a point for debate and a challenge just felt really weird #- I rather think of myself as nb these days - but phYsiCalLy yOu'Re a wOmAn #sigh #- I'm definitely not a man but not a woman either - BuT yoU ARE a- #BIG FUCKING SIGH #so does it mean you're gonna change your pronouns now #no I'm not changing them but that's not the point #although that's in Russian only idc for Russian pronouns but hey I'd love to be addressed as they/she in English bc it feels right I think #anyway after I repeatedly stressed the that's how I feel now point of conversation I got a 'sure you can be whatever u want' #so we're okay now I think #still feels so fucking weird #gender #ah fuck it I'm not done here #it honestly makes me not want to talk about it to any other ppl in my life it feels so discouraging #bc this friend is the first fiend I ever came out to as bi #and all the support I got back then I just #didn't even have the slightest trepidation I just said it bc it just came up in the conversation #and that reaction was like a slap in the face and like oh #Oh #is this transphobia #even though I'm not trans??? #and I know I know I'm not doing nonbinary wrong bc there is no wrong way to be nb #yet I catch these thoughts here and there and have to shut them down #which is not something I was going for!! I'm outta tags turns out you cannot rant for more than 30 oh well

[transurgender]

i forget how much i love itto until i think about him for like 0.5 seconds and then its like HOLY SHIT!!! ITTTTOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

#benjitalk #my BOY my silly MAN #i still cant fucking believe itto is a genshin character btw. it feels like he should be an entirely different game. #i think thats mostly bc of his va though. #max mittelman my BELOVED #honestly dont think i'd ever want to meet any ''celebrity'' besides max #oh wait jerma is up there too. but also i dont think id even say hi to him. what the hell would i say to jerma if i meet him. #hello mister jeremy i enjoy ur funny antics and sus behavior. have a good day sir #actually. maybe id ask him about when he was a sub teacher ive always really wondered about that and i dont think hes brought it up much? #this was meant to be about itto how did i start talking about jerma. #anyays. point of post is: itto Good. max mittelman VERY fucking good. jerma cool dude :]