#they would NOT handle this well when they were first starting out. probably divorce over it just a little

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

First Time Father - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife (No Name or Appearance)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Hospital Visit, Self Doubt, Stress, Light Angst, Sick Baby, Baby OC is Referred to as 'Dove,' Rooster Thinks He's a Bad Dad

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Rooster's first time alone with his baby daughter. But when she comes down with a fever under his watch, Rooster seriously doubts his abilities as a father.

Master List

It was Rooster’s first extended time alone with his daughter without his wife around.

He was very much a hands-on dad, but his wife was their daughter’s primary caregiver for the first four months of their daughter’s life because of maternity leave and then her gradual return to work. Rooster was always quick to look after their daughter, who they nicknamed Dove, when he got home, but he openly acknowledged that his wife cared for Dove most often.

So, with his wife’s college friend’s child-free wedding coming up, Rooster had a three-day weekend to care for his daughter all on his own. And, well, this was a test for himself. His wife didn’t put excessive expectations onto him. That was all Rooster.

He always tried to check-in with his wife to make sure that he was pulling his weight with Dove. Rooster didn’t want to become one of those complacent dads who just relied on their wife for everything and couldn’t take care of their own child by themselves. He didn’t want his wife to be one of those women who said that she had two kids at home—her actual baby and her husband.

Maybe that was just the fear creeping up from his conversations with Penny about her divorce and what the older guys at work said, but Rooster wanted to prove to himself that he could do it. He could take care of his daughter by himself without any hiccups.

Rooster’s wife left Thursday night and Rooster handled Thursday night and Friday morning perfectly well. Dove stayed on her nap and feeding schedule, he got some projects done around the house, and they even went to see Grandpa Mav. But then a few hours after they got home, Dove came down with a fever and started crying like nothing Rooster had ever heard before.

And, well, maybe he panicked just a little bit.

The lights of the ER were bright and blinding and Rooster did his best to shield Dove’s eyes from the excessive light. Holding her against his chest as she cried, Rooster tried to console her as he waited for a medical professional to come and collect them.

Since it was a Friday night, the pediatrician and Urgent Care centers were all closed. And his wife wasn’t answering her phone, probably because she was at the rehearsal dinner. And the lady giving him the side eye for the last hour combined with his daughter’s continuous cries were really starting to push Rooster over the edge.

“It’s okay,” Rooster tried to console his daughter, his voice breaking a bit. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of his daughter’s little head, praying for some advice from his mom. She would know what to do in this situation. But Bradley didn’t know what he was doing. Maybe he wasn’t as good of a father or as good of a husband as he wanted to be. As he thought he was.

“Bradshaw,” a nurse called, causing Bradley to hurry to his feet.

The nurse led him back to one of the smaller hospital rooms. Bradley listed off the timeline of events to the nurse, who nodded, typed them up, and walked off to grab a doctor. Rooster tried setting his daughter back into her carrier, but that only made her cry louder. He picked her back up and cradled her to his chest, feeling a few tears leak out.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you’re in pain,” he whimpered, resting his head on top of her smaller one.

There was a light knock on the door before a man dressed in a pair of turquoise scrubs and round glasses stepped into the room. The doctor seemed to quickly assess the situation before striding further into the room.

“I’m Dr. Greene,” he stated, causing Rooster to nod. “What seems to be the problem?”

“She has a fever and she won’t stop crying and I don’t know what’s wrong. Nothing that I try seems to work,” Rooster replied shakily, hugging his daughter just a little tighter as she continued to cry. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright, let me take a look at her.”

Rooster set his daughter on her back on the examination table. She wiggled around, still whimpering and crying. Dr. Greene started with his stethoscope and listened to her heart and lungs. He quickly checked her ears and her throat and looked over her vitals again. Rooster stood to the side, trying to comfort his daughter as well as he could while subtly wiping his tears away.

He must have done something wrong. He was a terrible father. He screwed up his daughter.

“It’s an ear infection. Nothing too serious,” Dr. Greene deduced, straightening up. “I’ll prescribe some antibiotics. That should clear it up in a few days.”

“But her screams . . . she sounds like she’s in a lot of pain.”

“Ear infections hurt. And this seems to be her first one and she’s only about four months old. Every little bit of pain to a baby can easily be the worst pain that they’ve ever experienced before,” Dr. Greene explained calmly, typing away at the chart. “Her heart rate is normal and her lungs are clear. And an ear infection can cause the fever.”

“And the ear infection, what caused it?” Rooster asked nervously, rubbing his daughter’s head.

“Well, does she spend any time around other kids? Is she in daycare or does she have any siblings?” Dr. Greene suggested, turning back to Rooster.

“She’s at daycare twice a week,” Rooster breathed out, causing Dr. Greene to nod.

“Exactly. Those places are a breeding ground for disease. Especially with babies and young children who haven’t really built up an immunity to anything.”

“So . . . I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Dr. Greene stated, finishing up with the chart. He turned back to Rooster, studied his tired and frazzled expression, and offered him a small smile. “First time dad?”

“Is it that obvious?” Rooster returned, wincing a bit.

“I assure you that we’ve seen and heard plenty of stories far stranger than an ear infection from first time parents,” Dr. Greene chuckled, gathering his things. “Kids get sick. It happens. And you did the right thing in getting her to a medical professional. The antibiotics should be ready at the pharmacy and they should clear it up. But if she’s still sick in three days, go to your primary care physician.”

Dr. Greene turned to leave the room before pausing and turning back to Rooster one last time.

“And to be perfectly honest with you, I would highly prefer a parent who was overly concerned with their child’s health than one who wasn’t concerned at all. You’re doing fine,” Dr. Greene assured Rooster with a small smile before opening the door. “Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too,” Rooster called back, finally able to breathe a bit again.

It was just an ear infection. He didn’t screw up. He did the right thing.

“Let’s get you some medicine, Dove,” Rooster sighed, setting his daughter back into her carrier.

The Dr. Greene that I may or may not have had in mind:

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[thankskenpenders]

I feel like a recent years have shown that fan reaction has influenced the way Sega handles Sonic in some ways. Frontiers for example in a lot of ways feels like a reaction to complain. So a lot of fans have had about mainline Sonic games.

With that said what do you think about Sega making a multi-character 3D action game Sonic and then slapping it on a platform that has some of the least amount of player reach despite being a mainline platform?

I would be very curious to know more about the development behind Dream Team for sure, but as far as I'm aware the game was more than likely made specifically for Apple Arcade from the very start with heavy involvement from Apple, rather than being a project Sega was shopping around that just so happened to end up as an Apple exclusive.

I have to assume that this game would not exist at all if it wasn't an Apple Arcade project. Hardlight is very much Sega's mobile game division first and foremost, so it's unlikely (if not impossible) that Sega would've had them working on a 3D Sonic platformer for consoles and PC when that's Sonic Team's job. And Apple Arcade's subscription revenue is basically the only home for mobile games that aren't chock full of ads, microtransactions, and wait timers these days. So while it could theoretically get ported elsewhere in the future, it's unlikely that Dream Team ever would've gotten made for any other platform.

Like, there are already two Sonic games on Apple Arcade. Sonic Racing (based off of TSR) was one of the earliest releases for the service and has always been heavily promoted as one of Apple Arcade's flagship games. Later they also did Sonic Dash+, a version of the existing endless runner game with the ads and microtransactions stripped out. I have to assume that these games have done well on Apple Arcade, and Apple simply looked at that and went "Hey, what if we got them to make us an ORIGINAL Sonic game?" Apple Arcade also appeals pretty heavily to parents who want their kids to have something to play on their iPads that isn't cram full of microtransactions, and Sonic remains extremely popular with kids.

But beyond that, why they landed on a full 3D platformer with SIX playable characters, some amount of story, and a new style of level design that takes some influence from skate parks? Who knows. Maybe some folks at Sega Hardlight were just dying to make something like that, and the Apple gig was their opportunity to make it happen after so many years being stuck working on glorified Skinner boxes. Or maybe Apple thought a 3D platformer would be good to diversify their portfolio. Again, I'd be very curious to learn more

(Also, honestly, as annoyed as I am that I have to play Dream Team on my iPad instead of my PC or a console, I do find the talking point that "no one will be able to play it" extremely silly. There are billions of iPhones, iPads, Mac computers, and to a lesser extent Apple TVs out there. Billions. With a B. Apple Arcade reportedly had over 100 million users last year. That's quadruple the number of subscribers Game Pass had, even though if you asked the average gamer they'd probably assume Game Pass was the more popular one! Exclusivity is always frustrating, and I sympathize with folks annoyed that they don't have any devices that can play it, but the fandom deciding that "only six people will be able to play this" is completely divorced from reality.)

#dustybins #ask #tkp asks

[queenshelby]

The Fourth Season (Rewritten)

Part Two: First Day Blues

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Religious and Anti-Religious Themes, Mild Smut, Sex Scene

Previous Parts: 1; 

Day One 

You slowly rolled over as the alarm from your phone started to increase in volume and then you groaned as you sat up, your hair especially wild this morning.

You sat there not exactly excited to be up at this hour, but then you knew that today was the day your life would change forever.

Reaching high above yourself, you stretched, feeling the pop and creak of your bones, which was something unusual for you and probably due to the fact that your new living arrangements were somewhat strange for you still.

Just two months ago, you separated from your husband and high-school sweetheart James and moved back into your parents’ house in Cork before embarking on your new acting journey.

You were now staying in Wexford to film a movie called “Small Things Like These” and since this was your first movie role, you were rather nervous about it. Thus, you didn’t sleep well which was pretty much what happened whenever you were placed into unfamiliar surroundings and the last two nights were somewhat uneasy for you.

The fact that your ex was working on set with you did not help either. He was in charge of logistics and placed you into a small unit with two other cast members named Lorraine and Emma respectively.

Being around strangers, however, didn’t bother you and after you hopped out of bed, you started about your morning routine, bounding across the tiny apartment, putting together a bag that would be needed for the day.

‘Are you ready? And excited?’ your new roommate Emma asked and, after taking one final step in front of your mirror, you nodded.

‘As ready as I can be’ you said before you took in a deep breath and, together with Emma, you walked out the front door of your apartment which was conveniently located right next to where the film crew had set up camp.

During your short walk downstairs, Emma tried to talk to you, but you were too nervous to respond. You struggled to focus and you could not fight the urge to start humming to yourself as you reflected on things including your separation from James after a total of eight years.

***Flashback***

 Two months ago, James admitted to infidelity which occurred when he was working on a set in the US and this mishap ultimately cost him his marriage.

You told him that it was over and, since he was the one with the higher income between you both, you decided to move out and leave him with the house you shared in Cork.

At the time, your parents were supportive of your decision, thinking that you simply needed a break but when they learned that you engaged a solicitor to handle your divorce, all hell broke loose.

As such, during the past two months, you were dragged through the so called “process” the church envisaged for members of your congregation and since both your families were strictly catholic, you had little but no choice than to attend numerous counselling sessions with James.

Thus, you sat down with the monsignor and a counsellor of your church on three separate occasions and every single time James repented and thought that you would forgive him for his indiscretions. According to the counsellor, it would have been the reasonable thing to do, but for you, it was not.

You told James to “go to hell” in no uncertain terms and this caused a shitstorm like you had never seen before.

Your parents were outraged by your attitude towards the church and your beloved husband and the fact that you took up a role in this upcoming movie made matters even worse for you and your family as the movie itself criticised the catholic church and their past actions.

Of course, for James to work on set and for you taking the role, were two entirely different things, which just highlighted again the double standards imposed by your kin and it were exactly those double standards you could no longer accept.

Thus, you applied to the courts for divorce  and you most certainly took the role which you knew would change your career forever, seeing that this was a movie produced by two famous actors.

 By this time, you had spent all your days learning and practicing your lines. You were sent your scripts and read them every day, over and over again, and soon began to realise that, what was expected of you, was much more than you had anticipated.

 Amongst the dialogue and acting out different kinds of emotions, there were two intimate scenes you had to participate in and, in one of those, you would be almost completely naked. All of the scenes were with Cillian Murphy whose wife you had to portray in the movie and, unbeknownst to you, when you signed up, these scenes were scripted entirely at the discretion of the screenwriter to gain more interest from the audience.

 Given your lack of sexual experience, this was something that concerned you. You had only ever been with James and your sex life had been rather vanilla to say the least. Nonetheless, you tried to get into character for the role and considered your own sexuality and femininity some more. You wasted a good eight years with your husband of being boring and unadventurous and, now, this had to change. You at least needed to learn how to flirt and be seductive and, sure enough, your best friend Siobhan, who lived in Dublin, gave you some good pointers.

The role required you to be stunning, to be open, and have the body language of a woman in control of her own emotions. This clearly wasn’t you, so you had some learning to do.

 According to the script, you were the one who needed to lead at least one of the scenes now scripted and this was something you were unsure about. How, on earth, could you do this with someone like Cillian Murphy? By what you have seen of his work, he was an incredibly talented actor. He was much more experienced than you and he was also twenty years older than you and, yet, you had to lead the scene? Seriously?

 ***End of Flashback***

  Making a quick right, you walked straight onto set with Emma. It was her first day too but, unlike you, she had worked with Cillian and some of the others before and thus was not completely overwhelmed by all the cameras and strangers.

‘Y/N, Emma, welcome’ a blonde woman by the name of Lorraine said to you and, just as you reached for her hand to shake it, the director, Tim, came flying by and pulled you aside.

‘You are early. Good’ he said before telling you that Lorraine, who happened to be Cillian’s personal assistant, would be looking after your schedule as well which, according to him, had just changed due to an equipment break down on set three.

‘Okay, right’ you panicked while Lorraine was flicking through her notes in a haste. Everyone seemed to have been stressed out that day because of the technical issues on set and Lorraine was no exception.

‘What scene is up first then? you thus enquired carefully after waiting patiently until, suddenly another man appeared and hurried you along.

‘We will start with scene four, then move to scene eleven and then, this afternoon, we will shoot scene thirty’ he told you and you were lucky that he handed you a running sheet as, otherwise, you would have gotten rather confused by now.

‘Scene thirty? Today?’ you asked with some confusion and, whilst you knew that the scenes for the movie were to be filmed out of order, this scene itself made you panic.

‘Yes. At 3 o’clock’ Tim, the director, then said before taking off again in order to deal with the camera issues on hand.

‘Dear god, they are throwing you right into the deep end, don’t they?’ Emma observed as she looked at your running sheet and saw that scene thirty was an intimate one with Cillian.

‘I am not prepared for this’ you pointed out to her anxiously especially since you have not even met your co-star yet but Emma reassured you that you would be fine.

‘No one ever is but Cillian is easy to work with. You will be fine’ Emma then reassured you, which is when Lorraine made a somewhat inappropriate joke.

‘I am sure some of the other cast members would happily trade places with you’ she teased before pulling you along and giving you a calm and relaxing stroll through the street  following which you spent some more time rehearsing your lines.

An hour later…

Your first scene was with Emma herself who played one of your daughters and, even though Emma was older than you, the make-up department did a fantastic job in making you look somewhat ancient.

This scene itself was easy to film. It took less than three takes and both, the director and Cillian, who had also stepped on to set a few minutes ago, were impressed by your efforts.

“I can see that you are doing well” Cillian said as he greeted you and his demur most certainly put you at ease. He appeared to be so comfortable even if surrounded by all these cameras and this really impressed you and calmed you down.

“It was an easy scene” you told him almost shyly before the director called you both. You had literally no time to chat until you were up, filming your second scene with the man himself.

This scene was more dialogue heavy but you were convincing and passionate nonetheless and, just as you filmed the end of this particular scene, Emma still watched you quietly and smiled.

She acted like a big sister, taking you under her wing and her presence clearly calmed you down as well.  

After about six takes, Tim and the others were happy with your work and praised you again. According to them, six takes for something like this was not a lot and you appreciated their kind words.

After you were done with the scene, you took a break and spent some more time with Emma, following which you were sent to the dressing rooms.

You had to get changed for your next scene, which was the rather raunchy scene between your character and Cillian’s character and, whilst there was not much dialogue in this scene, it was the scene that concerned you the most.

You were meant to lead this scene and, by this point, you had barely met the man who the scene was with. Cillian and you only exchanged a total of five sentences which, in your opinion, was not enough in order to get comfortable around him without wearing any clothes.

An hour later…

Luckily for you, you had waxed your legs and every other part of your body just two days ago and yet, when you sat down and a tall woman applied your make up, she still found a hair or two which she plugged away.

Unlike before when you were wearing somewhat ugly brown clothes for your scenes, this time around, you were sitting there in beige underwear while being assessed by the staff and, quickly, a few scars and blemishes were patched up with some foundation.

You were then given some lingerie which was raunchier than anything else you had ever worn before. It took your breath away and you felt incredibly vulnerable when you put it on. On top, you had to wear a woollen cardigan and you were also given some suspenders to put on which you knew your co-star would have to take off slowly.

‘Looks great. We are ready, I think’ the make-up artist eventually said and, out of respect for Cillian, you quickly brushed your teeth before having your lipstick topped up.

Regardless of all the preparation and your deep breathing techniques, you were out of your depth with a scene like this and, when you first walked onto the so called ‘closed’ set dressed in nothing more than a cardigan and underwear, you began to fidget a little.

You were the first one there and sat down in the area indicated for you. It was a tiny bed in the middle of a room which was said to be inside the main characters’ house. There were no windows, but several drapes which divided this part of the set from the rest of the building.

Eventually, Tim the director joined you and so did a camera man, followed by your co-star, Cillian and the crew’s intimacy co-ordinator shortly thereafter.

‘Hey’ Cillian said quietly and you could see that this was as at least a little awkward for him too. ‘Are you alright? You look nervous” he then asked while taking a seat next to you and you carefully bit your lip and stammered out a response.

‘Yes, for a matter of fact, I am nervous. This is my first day on set and I didn’t expect to film a scene like this quite so soon” you admitted while assessing your partner inadvertently as he wore nothing but a worn pair of brown trousers.

“Yeah, timing is not on your side, is it?” Cillian chuckled before apologising for the change in schedule which, you knew, he had nothing to do with, and just as you both sat there, making small talk, the director and intimacy co-coordinator came to see you both.

‘Now, this is what I need from you both’ the director began to say before explaining the scene to you.

According to Tim, it was you who had to take control while , yet, Cillian was to remove your cardigan, suspenders and bra. Tim also explained to Cillian where to place his arm so that your breasts would not be visible on camera before the intimacy co-ordinator addressed your comfortableness level with this kind of scene.

‘We know that Cillian is used to being naked on set but, to you, this is probably something new and my word of advice is to ignore the fact that we are here. You can improvise on the lines and we will shoot the scene in three steps, giving you a break in between’ Tim then furthermore explained and, with that, you nervously nodded before Cillian and you both waited for everyone to get into place.

***

Just as Tim was about to call action however, the team was interrupted as James barged on to scene, relaying yet another issue on set two.

“You cannot just barge in here. This is a closed set” the intimacy co-ordinator said somewhat angrily as James was standing there now, talking to both, Tim and Cillian, while you tried to cover up your semi naked body with the tiny cardigan you had.

“I am sure it is fine. He is her husband” Tim said, dismissing the fact that James saw you like this and you felt it be necessary to correct him.

“We are separated actually, but I am still fine” you pointed out, causing Cillian to look at you with some surprise before pulling his large jacket off the chair behind the camera and handing it to you.

“I am sorry” he then said and you were not quite sure what Cillian was apologising for, but nodded nonetheless before the three of them wrapped up their discussions.

***

After they were done and everyone was back in situ, the director outlined the scene to you once more and, after Tim indicated to the team that everyone was ready now, you took off Cillian’s jacket and placed it aside.

‘Are you alright?’ Cillian then asked and you immediately snapped out of your somewhat intrusive thoughts about how to pull this off.

‘Just nervous. Sorry’ you admitted shyly in response and Cillian smiled.

‘Like I said, there is no need to. We all dislike these kind of scenes. Just follow the directions of the crew and you will be fine. I promise’ he then reassured you and you nodded all while some sweat was building up on your forehead.

‘Okay, I will try. I am ready I think’ you then said, causing Cillian to nod and, whilst it was obvious to him that you had not done this kind of scene before, he remained calm and patient.

‘Me too’ Cillian then said, shortly after which Tim called “action” and you began your dialogue.

Cillian’s presence, however, threw you off guard completely and you needed at least three goes to even get your lines right at the beginning of the scene before you could even move on to the next part, which is where you were wrapping your arms around Cillian’s body.

You did, however, get there in the end and the director called cut. You took a breather and then commenced part two of the scene, which was also the longest and most uncomfortable part you.

‘I don’t know what to tell them. It has been fifteen years…” Cillian began to say with heavy Irish accent as part of the dialogue and you pulled him in tight.

‘You don’t tell them anything and, at least for now, forget about!” you said as you felt the bulging muscles of Cillian’s core.

“I am trying Eileen. I am trying, alright?” he asked and, just as you took in a deep breath and inhaled the fresh scent that accompanied him, you began to stammer.

‘Cut’ the director called and you quickly apologised.

‘You weren’t wrong when you said that you were nervous’ Cillian acknowledged and you wanted to responded with a snappy ‘duh’. Of course you were nervous. You were there, with a stranger, hugging his naked body.

‘I am sorry’ you told him and, just as the director gave you both another quick break, Cillian had a chat with you about the scene.

‘Take a deep breath and try to think about being somewhere else, with someone else. A park maybe, with someone you are attracted to…’ Cillian began to say before giving you some pointers on how to feel comfortable, naked, in front of the camera. But what he didn’t know was that the cameras weren’t what threw you off. It was him. You felt some strange kind of attraction towards this man all of a sudden and even though he was twenty years older than you. What he also did not know was that he was only the second man who had ever seen you like this and you knew that, within minutes, he would be taking off your cardigan, unclasping your bra and kiss you. This, too, was new for you and you began to panic.

‘A park? You want me to imagine being naked in a park, kissing someone I am attracted to?’ you then eventually asked him and laughed to cover up your nervousness and this, too, made Cillian laugh as well.

‘Okay, maybe a park was a bad example. Maybe your house. Your bedroom. Somewhere else, where you would usually have some privacy’ Cillian chuckled and you momentarily closed your eyes and tried.

‘Okay. Let’s do this’ you then said again and Cillian nodded before giving Tim the go ahead.

‘Okay then’ he confirmed and, after about three goes, you managed to say your lines and found yourself in Cillian’s embrace.

Just as the script demanded, Cillian then slid the cardigan off your shoulders and it landed on the floor while you tried to push him on to the bed. He let you, but each time you tried to be dominant, it looked awkward and, eventually, Tim called cut again, for the tenth’s time.

‘Okay, this is not going to work. Let’s move on and revisit this part later. Maybe we can even cut that part out. Let’s see what we get’ he then said before directing you to both get on to the bed which is where he would pick up on the scene.

You felt a little deflated but, just as you were supposed to do, you climbed on top of Cillian’s half naked body and he sat up and caressed your back.

You tried your best not to make contact with his intimate region as you rocked back and forth, allowing your clothed breasts to move against his body while caressing his face until, finally, he kissed you and you began to crumble again.

The nervousness inside your bones was evident to the director and so was the fact that, contrary to the script, you did not take the lead. You were unable to take the lead and Cillian realised that you were getting rather uncomfortable.

‘I am so sorry’ you said to Cillian who was nothing but professional and polite despite the fact that, no doubt, he didn’t really want to kiss you over and over again. By this point, you were up to take eight. Eight kisses and you simply couldn’t get it right.

You looked shy, afraid and nervous and Cillian was quick to hand you his jacket again as the scene was called off once more.

‘Don’t be sorry, alright!’ Cillian said. ‘It is your first day and a scene like this, on your first, is pretty harsh’ Cillian said before telling you about his embarrassing scene in a movie called 28 Days Later.

‘That is very reassuring, but I feel like a failure right now’ you said and there was something endearing about how he was so polite, yet his voice shook your core.

‘You are not. I have seen your stage work, Y/N. It was the best I have seen a very long time and this is exactly why I wanted you for this role” Cillian said and, after yet another break, the director picked up on the scene again and, this time around, gave you slightly different instructions.

As before, you tried to follow them and, this time around, you finally managed to get some of the scene right, including a close-up kiss with Cillian.

But then, the next part of this scene involved much more and when the director and the camera man gave Cillian instructions again on how to move and how to remove your bra so that your bare breasts were not visible on screen, your nervousness returned.

This man was about to take off part of your underwear. Your bare breasts were going to be visible to him and, the worst of it all, was that there was actual skin to skin contact between you. Bare chested and semi-naked, you had to pretend to have sex. You had to moan and pull his hair while he had to pretend to bite your neck. It was a raunchy scene and, after it took you one hour already to get a twenty second kiss and some mild physical interaction on camera, you didn’t know how long it would take you to get a scene like this wrapped up.

You did one take, then another, then a third and, eventually, during your fourth take your bra finally came off and the embarrassment and shame was written all over your face.

You tried again, and again and again but between that, the moaning and hairpulling, it soon became too much for you and Cillian put a stop to it. The scene was not going to get done today and you knew that this was your fault.

You felt deflated and thought that, perhaps, you were not meant to be an actress after all. Perhaps they should have casted someone older or someone with more experience.

You did not even know why you reacted like this in the first place. Why was this so god damn difficult? Was it because of your lack of experience or was it because you felt somewhat flustered in Cillian’s presence? The fact that you thought that he was incredibly attractive did not help you. It made it so much worse and you felt like a little school girl who was too afraid to steal a candy bar from the school cafeteria for the fear of getting caught by the principal.

Of course, no one should ever do that and you thought that this was the most ridiculous analogy you could ever think of but, in the end, you could not come up with anything else.

When you filmed this scene (or at least tried to film this scene) your body was waking up to the idea of having another man pressed against your body for which you did not have much experience at your age. But Cillian did, and tried to guide you, with his arms pulling you and manoeuvring you like a delicate doll. And yet, his efforts were futile as your actions did not translate to the dominance your character was meant to portray.  

It was a disaster and the director was not exactly impressed by how the filming day ended and neither were you.

***

Later that day, back at the small unit which you shared with Emma, you sat down and rehearsed your scenes for Day Two. You had two scenes with Cillian and, luckily for you, neither of them were intimate ones. Despite this, you knew that you had to pick up your game but Emma believed that you were doing much better than you had thought.

‘Listen, your scenes are great. Sex scenes are awkward and after having worked with Cillian in the past I can tell you that he will not be annoyed or frustrated with you. He is one of the producers of this movie and probably called off the scene to do you a favour. He is a nice and caring guy and is very professional even though, sometimes, he acts like a twelve year old child’ Emma laughed after you told her in great detail about what happened that day and what you thought that Cillian might think about you now, causing you to panic about tomorrow’s schedule scenes with him.

‘He seems nice. But still. I failed. Miserably’ you said but Emma shook her head and pulled you off your seat.

‘What are you doing?’ you wanted know and all she had told you was that you had to come with her.

“We are going for a quick drive” she announced and you didn’t dare to question her.

***

Fifteen minutes later, you eventually arrived at a small cottage outside Wexford and got out of Emma’s car.

As you stood there, wondering what was going on, Emma began to knock on the door and, after about a minute, you were surprised when Cillian opened it, seeing that this was his rather secluded accommodation for the duration of the show.

‘Hey’ Cillian said before smiling and furrowing his eyebrows all at the same time.

‘Do you want to come in?’ he then asked politely as Emma already marched through the door and you were still standing there, frozen to the spot.

‘Uhm, yeah. Sure. Thanks’ you stammered as, in his pyjamas, he was a little less intimidating than being half naked.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’ Cillian then joked, seeing that, clearly, Emma was not there, at the cottage, just for fun and, when she asked him for a quick chat about today, you began to get a little nervous again.

‘A chat? Sure’ he said. ‘Can I offer you a drink?’ he then asked with a smile. His demur was generally friendly and down to earth.

‘What do you have?’ Emma asked cheekily while looking through his fridge.

‘Guinness or tap water. I am out of wine’ he laughed, causing Emma to roll her eyes.

‘Tap water’ she chuckled and Cillian’s look turned to you.

‘I don’t drink alcohol, so water please’ you told him and he went to pour you and Emma a glass of water with some ice.

‘You don’t drink? At all?’ Cillian then asked surprised and you nodded while he handed you the glass.

‘So?’ Cillian then asked, waiting for Emma to fill him in and, when she asked Cillian to tell you the story about their first ever intimate scene together on stage, he began to laugh.

‘Fuck, really?’ Cillian chuckled before realising why Emma wanted him to spill the beans on his little mishap. What happened today was clearly embarrassing for you and Emma wanted you to realise that it was not as uncommon as you thought.

With that in mind, Cillian did, indeed, tell you what happened and, according to him, the stage production had to be called off for three days because he inadvertently broke Emma’s nose.

‘How?’ you wanted to know, causing Cillian to shake his head. He could laugh about it now and so could Emma but, back then, more than ten years ago, he was petrified.

‘We rehearsed a scene on stage and it took about ten takes. It was not as intense as the scene we filmed today but it was a difficult one for us both. Then, when Enda finally called cut, I got up, leaning against one of the props and it slipped.  My forehead went straight down and I hit Emma’s nose, breaking it’ Cillian explained reluctantly and you gasped.

‘Yeah, I was naked and covered in blood while Cillian almost fainted’ Emma laughed, causing Cillian to roll his eyes.

‘I did not almost faint’ he ought to clarify but Emma continued to tease him.

‘You so did. You turned pale and got all dizzy’ she said, causing even you to laugh.

‘Right, so today wasn’t so bad after all then?’ you acknowledged and both Emma and Cillian shook their heads.

‘Honestly? This scene should never have been scheduled for today.  It was your first day on set and I spoke to Tim about it. We will just give it another crack in a few weeks or scrap it’ Cillian said and you appreciated his words.

‘I don’t want to scrap the scene. Clearly, you think that it is important’ you then said but Cillian laughed.

‘It is not that important. The production company wanted some sex and nudity, that’s all it is’ Cillian acknowledged.

‘Aren’t they getting to see your naked butt in the first twenty minutes? Isn’t that enough’ Emma then teased, causing you both to laugh.

‘Apparently not’ Cillian told her and, just after you had a little laugh yourself, you asked them both how they ever manage to film scenes likes this, namely raunchy intimate scenes.

‘Cillian? You’ve done a few more than me. Tell her about them’ Emma went on to say but Cillian simply laughed again.

‘What works for me will not necessarily work for you. I honestly just try to switch off and focus on my lines and the directions given to me’ he explained while shrugging his shoulders.

‘Great. I did try that and, quite evidently, it did not work’ you told him.

‘It might after we have some more scenes together. Like I said, I think that it was a mistake having a scene like this scheduled for the first day on set even if it was scheduled that way simply due to the mechanical breakdown on set three. You’ll be fine and we can talk through the scene beforehand if you like’ Cillian suggested and you nodded nervously.

‘That’s true. You will get to know each other first before you have to make out again. That always helps’ Emma chuckled, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.

‘Your comment is not very helpful Emma. Making out? Really? This is art, work, or whatever you want to call it. But it is not making out’ Cillian laughed, trying to cheer you up and you sure had a quick chuckle yourself when he commented on Emma’s suggestion.

‘Well, I tell you what I do Y/N and no offense to you Cillian, but when I film a scene like this I think about the man in my life and just switch off. So, if you have a boyfriend, think about him. That might help with the comfort level’ Emma explained causing Cillian’s eyes to widen.

‘I do not. I am single. Happily so. I only just separated from my husband’ you said and Cillian couldn’t help but comment again.

‘Yeah, about that…” he said with some concern before carrying on. “How will you go working with him on set? He is our logistics manager and Tim is rather concerned about you having separated from each other” Cillian pointed out seeing that it was him who convinced Tim to cast you in the first place and in spite of the fact that you were married to someone else employed by the production company.

“Honestly? I hate his guts! But I am professional enough to put my personal life aside and concentrate on my work, so don’t worry. I will just be fine” you told him, hoping that James would be able to do the same.

To be continued…

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Flightless Bird | four | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw X OC

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

“You need to eat something,” Jake told Josephine less then ten minutes after she walked back into the house, “I made my mom’s old chicken broth.”

“Is it a peace offering?”

“No, that would be the cookies in the oven,” He said softly, “But for the record, Jose, I really am sorry. I crossed a line, well I crossed a few actually.”

“Yeah you did,” She replied, slowly taking a seat at the small kitchen table. 

Her feet were starting to hurt. She was sure they were starting to swell too. The first of many things that would change over the next couple of months. She wondered just how many things would change. 

“Nice and warm,” Jake set down a bowl of broth in front of her, “I even called my mom to have her talk me through everything, didn’t tell her exactly why though.”

“Thank you.” 

For more than just the broth, Jake knew that. There were some things that just didn’t need to be said between the two. They always seemed to have a deeper understanding of one another, it always annoyed their other friends during their school years. 

“Just eat up, will you? No way in hell you’ll be malnourished while you’re under my roof,” There was a hint of humor, but a lot more love. 

Some of the few people they were still friends with from high school always found it weird that Jose and Jake went from fucking like bunnies their junior and senior year, to somehow loving one another like family. There was nothing romantic left between them, not an ounce of attraction like that. But for Jose and Jake, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. They trusted one another, that’s why they loved the way they did in high school. Because they trusted one another, they could love the way they did now. 

“Think we should probably leave out the fact we used to date,” Jose shrugged, “I’ll already hear enough from Michael when it comes to the divorce, don’t need your friends here judgin me too.”

He nodded slowly in agreement, “I mean, Phoenix knows. She laughed her ass off for a while, actually. I could handle all of the shit jokes from the guys, but I don’t want that for you. Some things are better left in the closet.”

“Cheers to that,” She took a small spoon full of the broth, “How much does she know about us?”

“Just about everything, aside from all of the details about your situation,” Jake answered, “As promised, that stays between us until you say otherwise. You call the shots.”

“I feel like you’re waiting to shout from the rooftops,” She rolled her eyes. 

“I’m just being excited for you until you can be excited for yourself,” He shrugged, “I mean, remember the stupid parenting project we did our senior year? I would’ve failed if you weren’t so amazing. That baby is pretty damn lucky to have you as a mother.”

“You and I both know this isn’t an ideal situation, so don’t try to make me feel any better,” She sighed, “But you were right when you said I can’t admit it. Because then it becomes something I could lose, and I didn’t even know this was possible until that stupid test came back positive. I took five more just to be sure. If I say it, then I have to really care, and if I care it’ll ruin me if something happens.”

“When is your first appointment here?”

“End of the week. My doctor from New York set it up, it’s an old colleague of hers. I’m supposed to go twice as often as a normal patient with my…condition. I’m more than high risk.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Jake assured her, “You aren’t alone anymore.” 

She nodded slowly, eating more of the broth. She liked the feeling of the warmth in her empty stomach. It reminded her of cold winter days spent at Jake’s childhood home. His dad might’ve been an ass, but his mother was the warmest most loving person Josephine ever met. 

“This is really good, by the way. You did good.”

“Oh thank fuck,” He sunk down in the chair across from her, “I was shitting a brink the whole time, thinking I was gonna fuck it all up.”

“You didn’t, I promise.”

“Good, because I accidentally made a shit ton,” He admitted. 

“Well, lucky for you, I have your mom’s actual soup recipes saved in my phone. Plus, I don’t need step by step instructions,” She joked, poking his shoulder, “Really though, I can’t thank you enough Jake. I mean it.”

“Well, you don’t need to thank me, as long as I’m the godfather,” He shrugged, “I’m only half joking.”

“We can talk about it later.”

A week later, Jake was out with Phoenix while Jose was setting up the guest room. Though, Jake swore the room was now Josephine’s. She wasn’t going to stay there forever, so it wasn’t her room. Just a space she was occupying for a little while. 

She glanced out of her window to see Bradley, or Rooster whatever he really wanted to be called, walking towards the house. She glanced down at herself quickly, she could potentially start to somewhat show any day now, according to her doctor. Though, she supposed to anyone that didn’t know her she would just look bloated. The heavy sweatshirt she was wearing worked to conceal anything that could be amiss though. 

She slipped out of the front door in time to catch him walking up the front porch. Bradley’s cheeks were tinted pink and he had those same sunglasses on again. They looked old, Jose wondered for a moment if he found them at a second hand shop. Maybe he would tell her where. She liked more vintage pieces. 

“Hey, there you are. I was just coming to check on you.”

“Here I am,” She was nervous, rocking on her feet.

“Do you want to go to the park for a bit? Phoenix and Hangman probably won’t be back for hours,” He offered, a hint of a smile under that stupid mustache. 

Jose hated mustaches. Michael tried to grow one once. He swore it would make him look older and more distinguished. It looked horrible on him. After that he tried to grow a beard to match, but he just couldn’t manage it. The little bit of fuzz made him look like a child, or a laughingstock. Maybe even both. She hated them because they reminded her of the fights that came in the weeks that followed. 

But Bradley…god how could something she hated look so right on him? It was like he was meant to have a stache. Like the simple bit of facial hair completed him somehow. She wasn’t sure if she could even imagine him without one, or if he would even look right. 

“I promised Jake I would stay in the house,” She replied quietly.

He took a step further, suddenly becoming worried, “Is this him being too overprotective? Because if he’s forcing you to stay here-”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” She interrupted with a shake of her head, “I’ve been feeling a bit sick, I’m not supposed to exert myself at all. So, walking like that is out of the question.”

A half truth. Her doctor recommended limiting it to one walk a day, especially since Jose hadn’t been able to keep down more than one or two small snacks here and there. She was worried that with all of the movement around the house today, she would be risking too much. Jose couldn’t yet admit it to herself, or anyone else for that matter, but she already cared about this tiny little baby more than she ever thought she could care about another human being.

“Are you,” Bradley started to reach for her before he stopped and took a tiny step back, “Are you okay?”

She thought about it for a second. There was no simple answer to his question. Because yes, she was okay, but at the same time she wasn’t. She heard a heartbeat at her last appointment. Jake wanted to put the pictures on the fridge, until he realized that meant anyone could see and he knew Jose didn’t want that. He settled for slipping one in his wallet instead. Jose saw the baby, her baby, for the first time. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the last appointment. It was easier to detach herself from the blurry pictures they printed out. But seeing it in real time, seeing the heartbeat and the little tiny movements that she couldn’t feel yet…that was harder to deny. 

“I will be,” She finally replied, “I’m supposed to meet with a divorce attorney soon. I never thought I would actually be thankful for a divorce. Thank god my mama doesn’t know.”

She watched as Bradley’s face changed, a few times actually, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought up the divorce, but the sooner that was over the sooner she would be able to really breathe. She didn’t realize how much she wanted to be rid of Michael until the park the other night. 

“If I was in your place, I think I’d definitely want to talk to my mom about all of this,” He sighed. 

She swallowed a large lump in her throat. She didn’t know what it was there, or why her heart felt like it was going to sink all the way to her feet. But the way he looked now, well it made her feel like someone was going to punch her square in the chest. 

“Not every mom is a good one,” She was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her, “My mom…well I think she was always too worried about what the church thought, you know? Everything always had to be just so. If it wasn’t, well that was a very bad day. I think she was so caught up in all of that, that she didn’t know how to love her own daughter right.”

“And you father?” He seemed almost scared to ask. It didn’t matter to Jose, the word didn’t mean anything to her. 

“Don’t know. She never talked about him, she still won’t. I don’t know if he died, or left…hell I don’t even know if she knows who he is. She’s worked hard to stop being the person she was before I was born, and here I am being the exact same. Only I know who-”

She almost said she knew who the father was. She knew, but he didn’t want any part in this life they made. She snapped her eyes shut. She brought a hand up to wipe across her forehead to move hair out of the way before getting her mind back together. Move on, deflect. 

“The rules haven’t changed though, Bradley,” She said, opening her eyes again, “I’m still off limits. And as much as I appreciate you coming to check in on me, you shouldn't have. I’m fine, and I’m pretty sure you would be able to tell if I wasn’t because Jake would be unbearable.”

“I’m not scared of him, you know? I’ve handled him for a good few years before you came around,” Bradley joked. 

“Pretty sure you aren’t supposed to be fighting with the guy flying next to you,” She raised an eyebrow, “I think that’s bad tactics. Plus, I don’t think your superior officers would like it very much. So, I’m going to go back inside and you’re going to go back to your house, and once again we’ll pretend like this never happened.”

He seemed to laugh silently as he shook his head. But he still stepped backward down the steps, “You know, I’m not sure if I like being your dirty little secret, Miss Josephine.”

He was joking, she knew that, but she felt her heart sink again all the same. She took one step back towards the door, hand reaching out for the handle, “You aren’t my dirty little secret, trust me.” 

I already have one of those, she wanted to add. 

Before she could do or say anything else, she slipped back inside, firmly shutting the door behind her. With a long sigh she leaned against it, her mind might as well be scrambled right now. The change in hormones, along with everything else was enough, but something about Bradley made it ten times harder. 

“I’m trying to do right by you,” She said softly, talking to her baby for the first time in three months, “I’m trying not to be like my mama, I don’t want you to grow up with me sneaking men in and out of your life. But he is making it really damn hard, so please don’t hate me if I fuck this up. Because he really makes me want to fuck up.”

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Runaway?||D.M

Summary: As you and Draco start fighting more yours and his daughter decides she doesn't wanna hear it anymore and runs away

You just lay on the couch as you once again fought with your husband

You don't wanna fight with him but he just isn't caring about how everything is affecting you

He works so late and doesn't even care to mention it, you do everything around the house and he barely even helps and it's just so frustrating. And you feel like your the only one raising yours and his daughter anymore

All he does is work

And today you had to fight in the evening when Amalthea was right there watching you felt terrible the whole time but you still fought with him with her in the room

Which probably has been happening a lot more then you and Draco want

Amalthea walks over as you cry into the pillow

"Mommy?" The little 6 year old asks and you didn't want her to see you crying

"Not right now Thea." You say as you then hear her little footsteps walk upstairs and knock on the door Draco is at asking him to play

But he didn't answer her

You then hear her go to her room and you just stay face planted into the pillow until the tears finally stopped

It's been 5 minutes so you thought maybe you should go apologize to amalthea and talk with Draco again and pray it doesn't lead to another fight

You knock on the door Draco was behind

"Look can we talk." You ask and Draco opens the door

"Gonna yell at me again?" He says annoyed and you sigh

"Look I'm just stressed and feel alone and I feel like you don't care!" You say and Draco sighs

"Ok." He says and ok what? Ok your stressed? Ok you feel alone? Ok you feel like he doesn't care about you anymore? And you feel like he's always home late because he's cheating on you

"Ok what?" You said and Draco sighs

"I don't know anymore I'm sorry are we on the verge of divorcing? That's all I can think of lately so it's stressing me out more because I don't wanna lose you." Draco says and you smile

"I guess me as well I think our life is just getting too stressful and we're both not being there for each other like we should." You say and Draco walks over to you wondering if he can hug you, he so badly wants to he feels so bad for being such an arse to you and Amalthea

You both haven't been the best parents the last few weeks

"Let's go apologize to Amalthea and get her ready to bed the sun is setting soon." Draco says and you nod as you go to walk off but he first pulls you back and hugs you tightly then walks off with you to go see Amalthea

You knock on Amalthea's door to ask her if you can talk to her

But you didn't get an answer so you open the door and see her room a mess stuff was taken and Amalthea was no where to be seen

You find a letter written in crayon on her bed

Dear mama and dada

I am running away I can't handle you both arguing all the time, I just wanna play with you both but you both just fight all day makes me feel unwanted I will find a new family bye bye

Thea

You and Draco just stood their shocked not able to say anything you both did this you both weren't caring about your daughter in any of this making her feel like you both didn't want her

"I'm gonna go find her." Draco says and you stop him

"I'm coming with you and we have to contact everyone to make sure they can look for her too." You said and Draco nods as he had guilt written all over his face and you did as well

|Later|

It was so late it was starting to get dark out and you both still haven't found Thea

You were yelling her name as Draco was using a spell to try and find her he was getting more and more frustrated the more dark it got and the less you both found her

You both finally reach a park you would take Amalthea basically every week and then you and Draco got too busy and stopped taking her

"AMALTHEA!" You yell and Draco did the spell again and he then runs over to under the slide

You run over and see Amalthea with her purses full of her stuff she took and she was passed out

You start crying as you hug her tightly with Draco

"Y/n she's ice cold something is wrong, she's so pale." Draco says and you burst into more tears as Draco quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around the shivering 6 year old in his arms trying to warm her up more as he kept muttering something

But everything was a blur now all you could think of was Thea your daughter and if she's gonna be ok

Draco finally gets up pulls you up and runs to the nearest wizarding hospital he could get to not about to let anything happen to Amalthea

You don't remember what happened but you remember Draco's screaming voice asking someone to help his daughter and healers taking Thea away from you and Draco quickly and a healer maybe asking you both to sit down now especially you as you looked like you were about to faint

Now your in the waiting room with Draco just waiting to hear something about Thea

"This is all my fault." Draco mutters and you look up at him shocked

"No we're both to blame we both weren't thinking of how it was making her feel we both weren't the best parents lately this is both of our faults." You say and Draco looks over at you and pulls you into a kiss and you kiss him back so happy to have his lips on yours again, but then the healer walks over and says you both can go see Amalthea finally

You and get up immediately and almost bolt to the room she is in she was still asleep but she looked warmer she looked better she didn't look so pale anymore she had more colour to her face again

You kneel beside her bed and kiss her forehead as you smile so happy she's ok

Draco was talking to the healer about what happened and they explain she must have eaten something and got poisoned by whatever she ate

Once they left you and Draco just stayed beside her and she woke up and saw you and Draco crying

"Thea please never leave us again we don't wanna lose you." You say and Thea sits up and hugs you and Draco both hug her tightly

"We love you so much Thea please never run away again me and your mother will never fight again just please never leave us." Draco says as he holds amaltheas tiny little hands in his and kisses her hands

"Ok." Amalthea says sleepily "I love you both." She says and you kiss her forehead

"Sleep ok darling? Me and your father are gonna go talk about when you can come home." You say and amalthea clings to you not wanting you to leave "Ok then Dad can go I'll stay." You say and Draco kisses the top of your hand and kisses theas hands one more time before leaving 'Me and Draco will from now on be better parents we can't let this happen ever again.' You think as you smile at the sleepy Thea who was drifting off to sleep again "Good night Thea sleep well my daring we love you so much we'll be better parents from now on I promise." You say and amalthea smiles as you move her bangs out of her eyes

"I love you and daddy too."

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[socially-awkward-skeleton]

3, 8, 10, 15 for Rory x Price 💕

thank you so much cayman!! tagging @kyber-infinitygems since you also asked for 8 and 10 :)

3) By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

For Rory the big moment of "Oh...I think I'm soft" really comes in the scenes I've shared during WIP Wed with the tending to wounds scene. It's the first real moment of vulnerability from the both of them, finally letting down the whole "I'm a tough soldier and a hard ass" facade and for her to get to see that more tender side to Price basically breaks down a lot of the barriers for her. It's no longer just lust, it's something more.

For Price, it's definitely after (spoilers) he's heard her fighting for her life over comms, expecting to have to save her and instead finding her standing there as the victor. It makes his little heart go pitter-patter knowing that beneath the soft exterior of her there's the soldier willing to do whatever just like him.

8) What do they think about romantic love? Do they have baggage surrounding it? Do they idealize it? Is it an object of longing and wanting, or were they really not thinking about it until they started falling for the other character? What are their expectations like?

Rory is deathly afraid of romantic love, after witnessing her parent's divorce as a child, having her father leave Canada and return to the UK resulting in her mother having to raise her alone, she's got a lot of baggage surrounding that part of her past (lots of abandonment issues) and it generally makes her push the whole idea of a full fledged romance out of her head, instead focusing all of her energy on her career giving her yet more excuses for why she can't make relationships work. Relationships and romance were something Rory often didn't put much thought into, preferring casual dalliances while on leave, the thought of even having something more than that only started to happen once Price sorta dropped into her lap and despite them being different people from when they last met, they seemed to fit each other even better. She doesn't really know what to expect, especially since their romance has to be kept a secret from the brass, so for a long time she doesn't really expect it to even last.

Price has never had much time for romantic love, jumping from one fight into another, it was easier to keep himself from being tied down so he was able to hop on the next blackhawk and head off into another warzone. It also meant he didn't have to worry about someone left at home to worry about him, giving him even more to think about while trying to lead and keep his soldiers alive. In his heart of hearts, John absolutely would love to get married and have kids (he's got that dad energy lol) but I think he's also given himself over to the idea that it will never happen and it's probably easier to just stay married to his job. So when Rory appears he's thrown for a bit of a loop, especially knowing that in the grand scheme he really shouldn't be feeling feelings for her because it could basically be a career ender for him, and yet...

10) What scares them about entering a relationship?

Rory's greatest fear about entering a relationship is becoming attached to someone and then having them leave her. She has suffered a lot of loss in her life and she's not sure how much more she can handle. She also fears opening up, there's a lot about her past in the military that she can't share with most people (not just because it's classified, but also, because well...it's not exactly easy to bring up the fact that you've helped take part in CIA coups and assassinations, and torturing/interrogations)

With Price his big fear is having his relationship affect his work. He can't afford to be thinking about his SO when he's knee deep in the shit and lives are depending on him. With Rory specifically, there is of course also the fear of just straight up losing his job due to fraternizing with a subordinate which of course leads to them maintaining their secret (yet no so secret amongst friends/confidantes) relationship despite the fact that they both would like to have more. There's also the fact that he too struggles to actually open up regarding the things he's seen and done in his career (let's be honest this man has done some war criminal level stuff) so with most previous relationships he's had to keep his partners at arm's length in that way

15) What, for them, constitutes a level of intimacy that they would only rarely share with someone? This can be physical, emotional, etc.

For the both of them it's very much letting anyone get close enough to actually see the real soft side of them. They both very much function in a world where they have to put on the face of being the hard ass soldier, that the things they do have no effect on them, even if they think they're doing it for the right reasons.

Price has rare moments of real tenderness and vulnerability, where the soldier slips away and instead it's just the man underneath, the one who has nightmares and feels the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Rory is like peeling an onion, she has layers upon layers, a soft face she uses normally (friendly, inviting, and good natured), then there's the stoic soldier ready to do whatever is needed, and under that are the parts of her that are bruised and broken. She does a very good job of protecting her heart and head, and so to open up and share her fears and trauma with anyone is the greatest form of trust and intimacy she can possibly show to anyone.

#thank you for the ask!! #ship asks #ship: you are the sword to my shield #oc: rory sinclair

[winchester-girl67]

The Dinner Guest

Summary: Dean gets angry with his daughter, the reader, when she gets home past curfew and misses dinner with her grandfather. 

Requested by @cokcola4112: “Supernatural imagine the reader is Dean daughter and stands up against John for Dean when Dean is being rough on the reader."

Pairing: AU!Dean x Daughter!reader (platonic)

Square: Midnight @spnfluffbingo​

Word Count: 3,440

Warning: daddy!Dean, language, some angst, mentions of past unplanned teenage pregnancy (age not specified), mentions of past financial struggles, mentions of divorce/separation/Sam dating Dean's ex-wife (Y/N's mom), John being a bit of a jerk, dysfunctional family, mainly fluff

A/N: I hope you like it, the characters kinda ran away with it and made it longer than I intended. Also written for @spnfluffbingo​. Enjoy!

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"Where have you been?" Your father asked, flipping on the entrance light when you opened the front door.

It was later than you expected to get back and you knew he would be pissed especially since you had left him to deal with his father, your grandfather, John, alone. You were supposed to be having dinner with them earlier, for the first time in forever since John was never in town, but skipped out on it; on purpose. What you didn’t expect to see was John’s boots next to the front door, meaning he was still there.

"Out." You replied stiffly, struggling with your keys in the sticky lock and yanking them free with a rough tug.

"Out, where?" Dean questioned, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at you.

"Just, out. What's it to you?" You snipped, slamming the door shut like you knew he hated.

"I'm your father, Y/N, and it’s midnight! You know you were supposed to be home for dinner and you blatantly missed curfew. So, who were you with?" He said, raising his voice and you knew John, who was in the other room could probably hear every word.

"There's no point in me telling you." You shrugged off your coat, throwing it at the hook on the wall and not caring that it didn’t stick, doing the same with your purse.

"And, why not?"

"Because I'm sure you tracked my phone anyways, like you always do. You're a compulsive control freak and that's exactly why mom left you for Uncle Sammy." You growled, giving him your best staredown.

You knew you had been taking a lot out on him lately, but you were angry and he was the only one around since your mother moved out to live with your uncle a few months ago. You didn’t understand the whole situation, mainly because your father refused to talk to you about it. You still loved both of your parents, but you couldn’t bottle up your feelings as well as he could and it had been creating a rift between you for a while now.

"I'm gonna give you one chance to take that back, little girl." Dean warned, chewing on his lip in frustration, no doubt drawing some blood.

"I'm almost eighteen. I'm not your little girl."

"Just... go to your room," your father huffed, palming the scruff on his chin and furrowing his brows at his feet.

You could tell he didn’t know how to handle you anymore, now that you were older and hardly listened to him. You found that both empowering and kinda scary, you didn’t like seeing him deflated like that, like he was alone in the world. You hoped he still knew that you were always on his side and that you were just angry at the situation, not so much him. Yet, you still said it…

"I hate you, I can't wait to get out of here too." You muttered, kicking off your shoes so they bounced off of the wall, dried dirt scattering across the hardwood.

An action that usually triggered your father's wrath. You’d been testing him a lot lately. You pushed past him and started up the stairs.

"Excuse me?! Y/N, get back here!" Dean ordered, pointing to the ground in front of him.

"Thought I was supposed to go to my room," you quipped, turning on the stairs to face him and towering over him for a change.

"Look, kid, I understand you're still upset about the separation-"

"Separation?! You drove her into the arms of your brother, how fucked up is that? I can't even tell my friends because I don't even understand what happened, because you never wanna talk about it!" You shouted, stomping your foot on the step in frustration.

You loved your Uncle Sammy, he’d been around since you were a baby and he was literally your best friend. But you felt you were betraying your father somehow by continuing that friendship; another reason why you were so angry and confused.

"Y/N/N, you'll understand when you're older." Your father’s answer for everything and you threw your arms into the air before slapping your hands back down on your thighs.

"I'm so tired of that excuse." You rolled your eyes, grumbling your way up the stairs, done with the conversation even if he wasn't.

"So am I." Dean muttered under his breath.

You stomped down the hall and slammed your bedroom door, tiptoeing back to the top of the staircase. You sat just out of view so you could eavesdrop on your father and grandfather. They hadn't been in the same room together in sixteen years and you were curious.

"You should take it easy on her, she's just a kid." John commented, his voice gruffer than that of your father.

"She's old enough to get pregnant, she needs to be more responsible." Dean insisted and you knew it was coming from his own experience.

"I didn't breathe down your neck when you were her age and you turned out fine." John tried to brush it off as if his parenting style was flawless, but your father had something to say about that.

"Fine? You were never around and it was a miracle if you ever even answered the phone... You wanna know where fine got me? Fine, got me fooling around with my brother's high school crush, getting her pregnant before college and struggling to keep our heads above water, filing for divorce at the age of thirty-seven while my soon to be ex-wife and my little brother ride off into the sunset. And that's not the part that's eating at me; believe it or not, I'm actually happy that they're finally together. They make eachother happy and we were always better as just friends." Dean gushed and you scooted down a couple of steps to hear better. “The part that really kills me, is the way my daughter looks at me now. She is the best thing in my life and she hates me, and everything I say only ever makes it worse. So that's what ‘fine’ got me."

"Sounds like she takes after her father. You were always testing my patience when if you had listened to me in the first place and taken that job with me, you wouldn't be in this mess." John stated matter-of-factly as if he had been around to give advice, which you guessed he hadn’t been because your father rarely spoke about him.

"If I wasn't in this mess I wouldn't have Y/N." Dean replied simply.

"You could've made something of yourself, son. That's all I'm saying."

"Even if I could, I wouldn't change a damn thing. I love my kid and I'd kill for her if she asked me to. It's just a rough patch, we'll get through it. But you wouldn't understand that," Dean said, his voice sounded hurt and you wondered if it was because of you or John.

Your father never really opened up to you before, not about the real stuff, his childhood and now the divorce. But, you knew it was because he wanted you to be a kid for as long as possible, he always told you that. You thought it was because he got married and had you at a young age, but now you suspected it had more to do with your grandfather and his own upbringing. Though, you didn’t have much to go on.

"You're right, I don't get it. You had the chance to be so much more, son. I gave you every opportunity that my father could never give me and you squandered it. That's why I took my chance when I got it and you kids were better for it." John argued, his voice raising slightly.

Now you know where your father got his temper from, even if he did control it better.

"Leaving us for days- No, weeks on end while you played salesman across state lines and I had to watch Sammy? That’s better?! Dad, I practically raised my little brother since he was a toddler. I didn't want anything like that for Y/N, I wanted her to have both of her parents and we made it work for as long as we could." Dean ranted, you thought it was good that he got a bit of it off of his chest, but didn’t want things to escalate too much. You didn’t want either one of them saying something they couldn’t take back later. "Unlike you, I was a goner the moment I looked into my baby girl's big Y/E/C eyes."

"And that's why you'll never amount to anything. Because I did what I had to do to provide for my family."

"So do I. We just have different priorities," your father grumbled. "This was a mistake."

"Clearly," John agreed and you heard the chairs they sat in scrap across the hardwood as they stood up.

"Grandpa John, wait!" You yelled, running down the stairs and blocking their path to the front hall. “My dad and I may fight sometimes, but he is not a loser-"

"Hey, nobody ever said loser." Dean corrected, furrowing his brows.

"He's always there for me when I need him, even if I don't want him there… there he is." You rambled, gesturing wildly with your hands and getting a little lost in thought.

Your father was the worrying type and you knew from experience that it wasn't an easy trait to coexist with. Although, there wasn't much you could do about it either. And you remembered back to the first time you brought a boy home, he'd left practically in tears with his tail between his legs and you never heard from him again.

"Y/N-" Dean tsked.

"Let me finish." You insisted, holding up a palm to your father and turning your attention to John. "He went back to school to get his GED, did you know that? And he's got his own business now, too. Meanwhile, he’s a full time dad to a bratty teenager; his adjective, not mine. But, I’d still say he qualifies as a good role model. He never gives up and he's kind of awesome, when he's not totally crowding my space.”

Dean's frown turned upside down and he bit back a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You were aware it was the nicest thing you’d said to him in a long time and it wasn’t really even to him. But, you know your grandfather needed to hear just how awesome you thought your dad was, and you did, even if you were still mad.

"I didn't know you never graduated from high school." John stated and Dean looked down sheepishly.

“Of course you wouldn't, you were never around." He shrugged, sounding a hell of a lot like you and you cringed, knowing just how much you were your father's daughter.

"I was home for every holiday," John scoffed.

"For hours at a time and you never asked about us.” Dean rebutted with a hard glare.

"Sam-"

"Sammy graduated with honours, I made sure of it. I also made sure he had the money for college while raising my own child." Dean boasted, crossing his arms over his chest again, like you knew he did when he was pissed.

It wasn't until now that you realized just how much your father did for everyone else and it was time you jumped in the middle to do something for him. Figuratively, of course.

"Enough fighting. Is this what it was gonna be like at dinner?! No wonder I skipped it.” You groaned, rolling your eyes exaggeratedly.

"It's okay, kid, I was just leaving." John said, stepping forward but you cut him off again and stood in front of him.

"You're not going anywhere, sit down." You ordered, glaring up at the older man who was basically as tall as your father, but much broader.

"I don't take orders from a child." John stated, though he didn’t make a move to push past you and you raised your brow at him.

"What about your granddaughter that you haven't seen in sixteen years?" You asked and John let out a heavy breath, hanging his head and conceding easily.

You ushered John into the living room and he sat down in the armchair on the far end. Dean loitering behind you two at the doorway leading into the hall.

"You too, dad." You demanded, glancing back at him and patting the open couch cushion beside you. Dean smiled briefly as he made his way over, not bothering to question your motives. "Good, now apologize." You added, once they settled into their seats.

"Y/N," Dean sighed as if it wasn't something that would ever happen.

"The both of you, now." You glanced between them, but neither one made a move to speak first. "You," you pointed at John, "you haven't been around practically my whole life and by the sounds of it, most of my dad's either, so you can start there."

John squinted at you and you returned the stare until he broke and sighed, sounding just like his son. Him and Dean were a lot alike in the fact that they both didn’t like to open up, but you knew things needed to be said if you were going to get them anywhere near the beginnings of a healthy father-son relationship.

"I'm sorry, son. I missed so much of your life, but I was just trying to do what I thought was right for my family at the time." John apologized and the look on Dean's face was of pure shock at the admission of guilt.

"I guess I can understand that." Your father said after a moment of silent reflection.

"And, Y/N, I hope I haven't messed up my chance at getting to know you. That was the whole point of dinner tonight." John turned his attention to you and you smiled softly at him.

Dean noticing the display and grinning to himself. He wasn’t the only one with a soft spot for you it seemed and he liked the fact that his father was making an effort with you after all this time.

"See, we’re getting along already." You beamed, glancing at your father. “It's your turn, dad."

"For what?"

"Your apology." You stated simply. “You need to let go of the past if you want a chance at reconciling with grandpa. That is, if you want us to have a relationship." You motioned between yourself and your grandfather, tilting your head at Dean and giving him your best puppy dog eyes, a cheap shot your Uncle Sam had taught you.

"I'm sorry, sir." Dean stated simply, though you were a little surprised to hear him call John, sir.

"And now to me, for treating me like a child and never listening to me." You pushed your father and he gave you that look that said you’d gone too far. It was worth the try though, right?

"I'm not apologizing for being your father and worrying about you. I'm sorry, but it's never gonna change and I'm not gonna lie to you about it either.”

"Not exactly what I was looking for, but I'll take it. And now it's my turn.” You said, preparing your own apology in your mind and taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I missed dinner, I was nervous and I went to see Uncle Sammy to talk about it. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you thinking I was on his and mom's side in the separation."

"Fuck, Y/N/N," Dean palmed his face, seemingly mad at himself. “If I've ever made you feel like you can't talk to your uncle, I'm sorry. I never meant for you to feel that way. Your mother and I, we love each other but we're not in love. And I know that's difficult to understand, but all you need to know is that we love you, with all our hearts and that will never change. You don't have to hide anything from me, ever."

You let what he said sink in, taking a steadying breath before you continued with your apology. There was still something you had to get off of your chest.

"And I'm sorry I said ‘I hate you’. I didn't mean it."

"I know, baby girl.” Your father said, pulling you in for a tight side hug.

"Dad? I have to tell you something," you said, chewing on your lip when you broke the hug.

"What is it, sweetheart?”

"Promise you won't get mad first."

"Promise," Dean nodded, crossing his heart, worry already swimming in the greens of his eyes as per usual.

"I’m pregnant." You watched your father’s jaw hit the floor before you burst out laughing a second later, unable to hold it in any longer. "I'm just fucking with you. I'm beat, I'm gonna head to bed… but I'd like it if you were around for breakfast." You said, glancing over at John who nodded and hummed at the idea. You stood up with a smile and pressed a quick kiss to your father’s hair. "Love you, daddy.” Then giggled as you jogged down the hall and up the stairs.

"I swear that kid's gonna be the death of me." Dean groaned, letting out a sigh of relief.

"You know who she takes after?" John grinned at the thought.

"Mom," Dean nodded with a chuckle, "I know. I see it more and more everyday."

"Same bold sense of humour and she can make you do anything with a single look." John commented with a sense of nostalgia and a hint of sadness.

"Mhm, welcome to my world, wrapped around her little finger." Dean laughed and he cleared his throat. "So you gonna stick around for a while?"

"I was planning on it. If that's alright with you."

"I'm sure Y/N would appreciate it... And so would I."

"I'll bring breakfast tomorrow then," John said, stifling a yawn. "I should get back to the motel."

"Why don't you stay in the guest room instead? It's late and we usually make a big breakfast on the weekends. I'll even invite Sam and Y/N's mom." Dean offered, knowing if his father stayed overnight, there’d be more of a chance of him actually sticking around for breakfast; even if he seemed to be telling the truth about sticking around this time.

"I'd like that,” John stated before he added, “only if it's not going to be awkward for you.”

"It won't be.” Dean shook his head, already typing away on his phone and sending a text to his brother to come over in the morning and to bring extra bacon.

Dean felt that maybe if you saw for yourself that there was no ill will between him and his brother then maybe you could get back to the way things used to be. Maybe you’d soften towards him a bit and you wouldn’t constantly be at each other’s throats. First and foremost, he was your father, but he also wanted to be your friend again. He missed being silly with you and watching those trashy reality shows with you that you loved while eating way too much junk food.

"There's something Y/N said, you own your own business?"

"Yeah, me and my buddy, Lafitte, bought this auto-body shop when the guy we were working for retired." Dean explained briefly.

"I'd like to hear more about that in the morning," John yawned again.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I wanna be more present in your lives. I'm getting older and looking back on my life, there's a lot I regret. You turned out alright though, better than your old man. That's gotta count for something." John said with a small smile.

"You didn't do everything wrong, dad. You didn't do a hell of a lot right, but being a dad myself I understand it couldn't have been easy without mom." Dean said, trying to understand his father’s side of things.

"I know I don't say it much, but I hope you and your brother know that I...-" John choked on the words and cleared his throat, Dean cutting him off before he could finish.

"We know. Me too." He nodded, silently exchanging the same sentiment. "We should get some rest, Y/N's a real spitfire in the morning without her coffee and bacon."

"Takes after her father in that manner, I see." John chuckled loudly and Dean smirked.

"In more ways than one," Dean beamed at the idea of his little girl taking after him. “Come on, I'll show you to your room."

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 Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278​ @laycblack​ @thoughts-and-funnies​

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[kingofjohto]

Pairing: Will Byers X M!Reader (he/him)

Description: After a long day, followed by a confrontation with Angela and her friends, you though today would be the worst day of the week. But who comes knocking at your bedroom door but your friend, Will Byers.

Tags// Bullying, Use of Queer as an insult, fluff

Word count: 1k

A/N: this is my first work for Tumblr so if it feels rushed or something it’s because I’ve never written in a Y/N format. Also, the fic takes place in January (4 months after the Byers moved to California since according to the wiki they move in around October) so it’s pretty chilly, just an fyi for immersion reasons. Also if you have any constructive criticism In ways I can improve my writing PLEASE lmk, I want my writing to be as good as possible.

Let’s Make a Deal.

Loser.

Queer.

Freak.

All things you had become all too used to hearing in the last 4 months. Being the new kid wasn’t the easiest, or at least that’s what your dad told you, but it’s been four god damn months… when does it get easy? It was a particularly bad day as well. First, you wake up too late for breakfast, then you leave your lunch money at home, and then the one person who actually treats you like a human being doesn’t show up?? It’s like you were hexed that day, or like everyone was. It seemed like everyone was trying their hardest to piss you off today.

Just when you thought you were free, you heard someone yell your name.

“Hey y/n!!”

You turn around.

“What do you want Angela.” you say with a defeated tone.

“I wanna know where your boyfriend and his freak show sister is.” She said as her friends start to surround you.

“Just leave me alone Angela.” You plead again, to absolutely no avail.

“Awwww… did the precious Will and y/n Byers get a divorce?” Jake taunted.

“Probably wouldn’t be the first divorce you’ve seen.” You said under your breath.

“What did you just say?” Jake quickly snapped.

You pretended not to hear him and began walking off. It was already a shit day, and you didn’t have the energy to deal with this now. Jake still yelled at you but you continued walking until you finally got to your bike and rode off.

It was a cool afternoon, but even the somewhat chilly weather of the crisp January afternoon wasn’t enough to cool off the anger and frustration that gnawed at the back of your mind. Why of ALL days was Will absent today. You felt angry, but deep down you really just felt sad. As you finally rolled up to your house you put your bike at the side of your house and walked into your house through the back door. It was the best way to avoid your mother asking how your day was, thankfully she was in the front today, so you were able to avoid the conversation. You slammed your bedroom door behind you and immediately crashed onto your bed. There was no way your day could get any worse.

Knock knock.

“Go away mom!” You yelled towards the door.

The door creaked open.

“It’s not your mom, don’t worry.”

It was an all too familiar voice. You quickly sat up and looked to see who it is.

“Oh and where were you all day Byers?!” You asked, a big sharp in your tone.

“Sorry… it was Janes birthday today so I came over to see if you wanted to come over.” Will said, “I didn’t think it would be that bad today.”

“Well it was that bad today.” You said, a few tears swelling up in your eyes.

Will quickly rushed to your side.

“Y/n, you know can talk to me about it. My mom always says that talking about your problems will make them easier to handle.” Will said, a bit awkwardly.

“Well… I don’t know. It just seemed like the world was against me today. Angela and all her friends made it seem like I had a target on my back all day, not to mention the fact that my luck today?? It’s been absolutely terrible. And just when I think my day is getting bad I walk into first period and the one person, the one person I want to see today isn’t there. Sorry it feels dumb to say out loud…” you ranted.

“Y/n…” Will murmured.

You looked at Will who was pretty close to you, his face was bright red.

“Erm… I mean…” you tripped over your words.

“You shouldn’t listen to someone like Angela.” Will said.

“Huh?”

“People like Angela shouldn’t be listened to. Neither are her friends. You were the only person I’ve met here in California that actually makes getting up and going to school worth it.” Will said.

You felt your face get a bit warmer at Wills remark. Did he really mean that? He looked at you right in the eye, and he was also very flustered.

“I mean… there’s gotta be more to it than that.” You say a bit under your breath.

“If you ask me y/n, you’re the funniest, kindest, and just… just the greatest person in this awful state, and I think instead of thinking about today, you should come with me and eat some cake. I mean… you’re really handsome when you smile.”

You barely caught that last part but you were definitely flustered now. You froze up a bit, lost in the conversation. Will seemed to panic a bit at the silence but you finally gathered yourself and said something.

“Well, I think you’re handsome when you aren’t panicking.” You quickly blurted out as you grabbed his hands to calm him down.

You quickly pecked him on the forehead and you were both super flushed now. You could feel him squeezing your hand, his somewhat warm hands felt good against your skin.

“So let’s both agree that I’ll start smiling and you’ll calm down. Deal?” you quickly said.

It took him a moment to respond, but eventually he returned to the conversation.

“Deal.”

Will quickly leaned in and kissed you on the lips. It was quick, but still sweet. You could feel the biggest, stupidest smile crawl across your face, which garnered a slight laugh from Will.

“C’mon, Jane is probably waiting for us.” He said, grabbing your hand and leading you out of your room.

It was like the entire day was reset. No more thoughts about Angela. No more thoughts about grades. The only thing in your mind for the rest of the day was Will Byers.

#will byers x reader #will byers x male!reader #will byers #stranger things x reader #will Byers X male reader #stranger things #stranger things fic

[maskyartist]

"yall should ask me about loyalty swap" i am Looking

howd neo start working for ozpin? 👀

OH WELL IF U INSIST! Just keep in mind @rexidot and I tend to use our own hc backstories for characters like Neo, Roman, and Ozpin, so none of this will follow things from Roman Holiday (havent even read it :( so depressing I want it so bad)

We’re still kinda feeling it out but currently the plot goes-

Ozpin grew up in a very well off family, but was often overlooked or simply ignored for most of his life. He was very lonely, mostly having the housekeeping or kitchen staff for company, and they weren’t the best friends for a child. He needed someone around his age.

Which is why he saw it as a blessing in disguise when he got his pocket change stolen one day, and found Neo tucked away trying to hoard it for herself.

Neo saw a simple rich kid and didn’t think much of it. She did her usual slight of hand and hurried away before the boy could catch up, but a simple trip sent her newly earned Lien scattered. She just barely managed to hoard it all together before Ozpin caught up with her and effectively cornered her.

Instead of yelling about some thief or whining like most kids would, Ozpin just smiled and offered a hand.

“Maybe this is a bit bold…but would you like to have lunch with my family? I would be happy to buy your meal.”

Neo was suspicious, because who wouldn’t be? But this dork definitely wasn’t planning on tricking her. His big glasses and poofy hair and dumb turtlenecks were obvious signs that he was too…good for that kind of thing. This was a genuine offer, and as much as Neo didn’t want to be around the rich, they found a compromise with Neo basically miming out her idea, and Ozpin catching on.

They meet in the middle, Ozpin buying her a cheaper meal that the two can split and just…talking. Ozpin admits he’s not worried about his parents. They won’t notice he’s gone. They never do.

And that’s what sparks the idea.

“Why don’t I bring you home with me?” He offers, patiently, with a smile. “I will handle my parents and their worries, but I doubt they’d mind much.” A giggle. “If anything, they’d probably enjoy your company, considering how much time we could spend together.”

It’s an odd request, but Ozpin just seemed so…genuine. Weird for sure, but genuine. And if Neo skipped out on a good roof over her head, she’d be dumber than him. If anything his place will probably have valuables she could steal and sell.

She agrees and Ozpin brings her home, his parents never even realized he wasn’t at lunch. They weren’t happy with Oz bringing home a “street urchin” but when Ozpin began to explain his point, they just waved him away. If he wanted a friend that badly then he could have it. Leave them to work. She’s his responsibility now.

Ozpin and Neo were too young to really grasp the weirdness of it. All they knew was immediate approval, and Ozpin was eager to get his new friend settled.

Neo told herself it wouldn’t be permanent but day after day of waking up in Ozpin’s house, seeing him in the hallway, running around together, playing in the garden…she was attached. Gone was the tenseness of living on the streets. Now was a genuine day by day routine with someone who cared. It was an odd start, and Neo was flighty for the first few weeks, but she always came back. Ozpin would let her go and she’d come back because she knew he’d be right there with a smile and some cocoa and one of the maids holding blankets in case she was cold.

Eventually, Grimm found Ozpin’s family estate and practically burned it to the ground during a night of consistent arguing between the parents about business deals and money coming and going. Ozpin didn’t think it’d end with them in flames, just in divorce.

They were about 12-13 when it happened, Ozpin being a year older and Neo awakening to her Semblance to block an Ursa from ripping him apart. The illusion shattered when hit and Neo was racing out the door, Ozpin’s hand tight in her grasp.

All Ozpin managed to save was Long Memory. A relic, at least that’s what his grandfather said, passed down from generation to generation. He wasn’t meant to have it so soon…but a familiar voice told him he needed it. An imaginary friend, you could say.

“…it seems it’s just us, Neo.” Was the first thing out of Ozpin’s mouth. No mourning. Simple stared facts.

Neo just gripped his hand tighter. She didn’t need to sign. She just stared at her friend, who smiled right back at her.

They had each other for whatever was about to come…and as the police and huntsmen arrived to survey the scene and take care of the remaining Grimm, Neo never let go of Ozpin’s hand. Not once.

Now fast forwarding a bit! Ozpin becomes headmaster and Neo acts as his personal escort/bodyguard on campus! Ozpin’s never seen without her, and she’s always there. During council meetings in the corner of the camera, during inner circle discussions where her silent commentary makes Ozpin smile, anywhere Ozpin is Neo’s never far behind. Or in front.

Neo essentially fills Qrow’s role. She acts as Ozpin’s spy, gathering information and such. She’s happy to do so, her silence keeping her a useful piece of the puzzle. Due to their closeness, I fully believe Neo knows the most about Salem. It’s possible Ozpin filled her in on everything since Neo can’t possibly tell someone else. Her loyalty knows no bounds and her voice is non existent.

This is just me getting a general feel but that’s basically how they met! And how they are now! :D they’re not really stated as a couple but c’mon….can’t just have Magpie this AUs also got Quiet Time :)

#masky gets the mail #loyalty swap au #professor ozpin #neo politan #rwby quiet time #listen I wasn’t totally on board when my wife mentioned it but now I’m all for it #oz and his tiny gf love them…

[suchine-toki]

Gintsu Nightlife Event

Prompt: Sunrise - Sunset

Gintoki is reassured by the presence of Tsukuyo, who tells him about the events that took place in the last two years he was absent. Eventually he’s able to open up to her since they both went through similar experiences.

Tsukuyo had already accepted to just be his friend until Gintoki kisses her. She then finds out it was the second time they kissed, since when she was drunk she stole a kiss from Gintoki on another occasion, which made him reflect on how he felt and what he wanted to do.

Being their first formal relationship, both Gintoki and Tsukuyo make many mistakes at the beginning, such as not knowing how to handle jealousy (especially from Gintoki’s side) or be very distant (Tsukuyo). Over time they learn how to be together as a couple.

They realize they don’t have to belong to each other and that’s okay. They love each other, want to be together, and are willing to work through their problems, and that’s what’s important.

As each influences the other, Gintoki becomes more responsible and Tsukuyo more laid back.

In public they call each other by their names, but when they are alone, they call each other “honey” and “darling”.

When they went to bed for the first time, they were both nervous. Gintoki was afraid of being too rough, and Tsukuyo was embarrassed. Eventually they both let go.

As time went by, Tsukuyo felt more confident of herself in this aspect and then it was she who suggested things to Gintoki thanks to the knowledge she acquired from her friends in Yoshiwara. Although some suggestions took him out of his comfort zone, he was willing to try new things that he later found very pleasant lol.

Gintoki decides to propose to Tsukuyo in the middle of a battlefield, telling her that if they both come out alive, he wants her to marry him.

Gintoki and Tsukuyo wanted a private wedding with only their close friends as guests. However, due to their connections to Kabukicho and Yoshiwara, it ended up being a much bigger event than expected. At the end of the day Gintoki accepted it because more guests meant more envelopes with gift money.

They were living together in Yorozuya’s apartment for a while until Tsukuyo unexpectedly got pregnant. So, they were forced to buy a house. They looked for one that was at the same distance from both Kabukicho and Yoshiwara. Probably in the Bunkyo neighborhood, two-story and modest.

Meanwhile Gintoki kept renting the Yorozuya’s apartment, but sharing expenses with Kagura, who stayed living there.

Tsukuyo oversees the managing of the family budget.

Both Gintoki and Tsukuyo were very insecure at the beginning about becoming parents and wondered if they were ready for it, given the childhood they both had. They finally decide to go ahead and do it together.

Gintoki starts taking long, risky but well-paying jobs to make sure his children have what he and Tsukuyo didn’t have as kids, like toys and clean clothes.

They had fraternal twins, a girl and a boy. Gintoki chose the godfathers and Tsukuyo the godmothers.

They would probably adopt a cat as a pet for their children because they tend to be more independent.

Because Gintoki’s job is much more flexible than Tsukuyo’s, he does more of the parenting.

Gintoki is more fatherly than Tsukuyo, although she is still an excellent mother.

Gintoki would’ve liked to have more children, but for Tsukuyo two was enough. Also, they needed a lot of money to support all their expenses.

Their children probably received a much better and more advanced education than what they’d access to in their childhood.

Like any couple, they also face their marital crises (Gintoki due to his bad habits and Tsukuyo for being a workaholic). Although they’ve been on the verge of divorce on more than one occasion, they always overcome their problems.

As they got older, they began to travel more outside of Japan, both to the rest of the world and to other planets.

Gintoki is the first to die during the fall. He preferred it this way anyway, since it would be very painful to see the person he spent his life with go before him. He dies peacefully surrounded by his grandchildren.

Tsukuyo promises him that she will follow him soon, and so she does, a year later in the same season of the year.

Both are buried in the Sakata family tomb, next to a maple tree, where the breeze gracefully blows the autumn leaves to its base.

#Gintama #Sakata Gintoki #Dadtoki #Tsukuyo #gintsu #Gintsu family #nightlife2022 #銀月ナイトライフ2022 #Based on a fic idea I never wrote lol #Hope you like it! #text #Headcanon #my post

[valenshawke]

For all TWO (maybe THREE) of you in the Law & Order fandom.

A review of Law & Order, Season 22, episode 22...

This episode left me absolutely frustrated.

We got a manhunt, a red herring, and a chase in the first 20 minutes!

I feel like the assassination of a United States Senator was, again, way too big for the show. You'd think the FBI would be involved? I mean, even Jack and the NYPD Commissioner being on the phone with the US Attorney General would have been NICE, maybe having a bit of an argument about jursidiction would have helped.

I was skeptical about the cop-half being done in 20 minutes and… my skepticism was right.

Things I can appreciate: The increased screentime for Sam Waterston, who was allowed to show his acting chops this particular episode. He did a hell of a job as usual. The pain on Jack's face was palpable at the end.

The casting of Katherine Waterston as his daughter? Also really appreciate.

It's hard saying who this episode was written for becaause, unless you watched the series prior to the revival, and followed Jack's life through the bits of info that were peppered in, the hostility between the McCoys was too implicit? What we know about Jack is: While he certainly wasn't abusive like his own father, he probably wasn't as involved or emotionally available as a parent because he was so career-driven (and let's not forget the three other relationships he had with his assistants that did not lead to marriage). This was probably severely exacerbated when Jack and Ellen got divorced. Could I see Jack absolutely prioritizing a case over his daughter's dance recital or soccer game? Yeah. And let's be real, I'd imagine the types of cases Jack handled probably wore him out emotionally as well.

So, I loved the acting and conflict between the McCoys and the Waterstons did a great job ACTING. But the writing…

First of all, I cannot suspend my disbelief that Rebecca would talk to Jack and ASK Jack for a favor regarding a case where they are on opposite sides. Okay, Jack McCoy was not the paragon of good and ethical behavior, but he's the DA now. Her going through Price? Yeah, I think that's fine. Second, why would she think her dad would cut her any kind of break in this case. A UNITED STATES SENATOR WAS ASSASSINATED?! Her anger at her own father really clouded her legal judgment. I was really kind of hoping for an "Under the Influence" moment where she realizes just how ineffectual she was and ask for a mistrial or something. But nope.

Second of all, Price needs to be fired. That Man 1 Plea would have gotten Jack tossed from office so fast. If your legal judgment is clouded for personal reasons because you witnessed the immediate aftermath of a mass shooting… maybe you shouldn't be prosecuting the case (I miss Cutter).

What's frustrating is this episode had a real chance to be good and the acting was great. It's just the writing, like the entirety of this revival, has rarely ever matched the level of the acting the cast can bring.

I got SO frustrated while watching this episode I started writing snippets of dialogue about how Michael Cutter would've handled this case in Discord DMs with my best friend (we watch the show as it airs).

Jack & Mike talking after arraignment.

Cutter: Has your daughter talked to you about the case? Jack: … Cutter: Jack, I gotta subpoena you. Jack: What the hell are you talking about? Cutter: If she approached you, ex parte for anything, that shows a conflict of interest in this case and it's easier to remove her as a defense attorney than argue for a change of venue.

Now let's say that didn't working and the hearing goes against the state, Mike and Rebecca talking in the court after the judge has ruled.

Rebecca: What the hell are you doing, Cutter? Cutter: Trying to protect your father. Seems to be I'm the only one trying around here. *walks away*

Cutter cross-examining Quinn. Yes, this is badgering but that's like… normal for the show.

Cutter: You weren't in your right mind? Why did you turn to run? Quinn: I don't know. Cutter: Why did you run to the park, then change direction and blend into the city? Quinn: I don't know. Cutter: Why did you wait the night to come back, when no one was around, for your car? *plays video* Quinn: I don't know! Cutter: *Pauses video of him getting into car* Looks to me like you knew exactly what were you to try to evade capture. Quinn: I STILL GOT CAUGHT! Cutter: Only because you're not a pro. But isn't that the point, Mr. Quinn. That these weapons *holds up gun* can make even the most amateur individual an assassin? Isn't this what you fought against? Isn't this why you became a gun control activist? Rebecca: OBJECTION Cutter: Withdrawn! Nothing further.

Cutter's closing argument, partial.

Cutter: Mr. Quinn's anger is justified, yes. His trauma is valid, yes. But that doesn't not give him the right to kill someone in cold blood. At the end of the day, he was an angry man. Angry at the world. Angry at that the society that wronged and failed him. Valid feelings or not… isn't this the basic motivation of every mass shooter the last 30 years. Isn't this what Mr. Quinn's crusade as a gun control activist supposed to stop? I can't think of any bigger perversion of one's crusade than becoming what you fight against. You can have empathy, for Mr. Quinn. You can sympathize for him and regret the pain he feels. You can feel angry at the government, at society, at the NRA. But what about empathy for Senator Chandler's family. His daughter? Who saw her father gunned down… at her own wedding. Are we supposed to ignore the pain of the victims? Mr. Quinn certainly felt people were ignoring his pain, like many mass shooters have… and like many mass shooters, he turned outward and inflicted it on everyone else. And that… is not diminished capacity. That is not mental defect. That is not, "I don't know." This was planned. He had time to think about it. To realize his own anger might make him do something terrible… and still went ahead with it. And tried to hide after he killed a man in front of his own daughter. That's murder, plain and simple.

#Law & Order #Law and Order #TV Series #Val Writes a Review #Hell I write some dialogue of how I think Mike Cutter would have handled this case

[screwitanddoitanyway]

dont believe everything you hear

Guess who's actually wrote a fanfic for the first time in years!

Based on this tumblr post I wrote a few weeks ago:

Also on AO3

Ravi is not an idiot.

He doesn’t feel the need to point that out often, he’s usually quite content in his level of intelligence. So maybe he isn’t the kind of smart that his best friend Taimur is. Tai is in medical school with dreams of being an oncologist and hopes to one day help kids like the two of them. Because that’s what you do when you’re a kid with cancer, you spend your weekends getting chemo and dreaming of being the one to cure cancer one day. But Ravi was never going to be a doctor, he knew that much. He always liked the idea of being a superhero, but a firefighter fit him well too.

So Ravi was not an idiot. He had a four year degree from UCLA and had made it through the fire academy. He was observant and had a good memory and spoke three languages for god’s sake. 

Yet somehow he had missed that his co-workers had in fact not gone through a divorce and shared custody of their son. IN FACT they had never been married or even been together in the first place.

In some ways he felt Buck and Eddie were to blame for this. Because really, they had to be. 

But in fact, it probably started with Lena Bosko.

Ravi liked being at the 118. He was getting on well with the rest of B shift and already learning a lot. And sometimes when his shift ran a little long, he would cross over with A shift in the dressing room. Everyone on A shift was smoking hot and stupidly competent at their jobs. Ravi had spent the day after one of his first shifts at the house google stalking and finding all the old news coverage of the team. 

Also B shift loved to gossip. So he learned very quickly that not only were A shift good at their jobs, there was also always drama following them around. But Hen always had a smile for him and Bobby would always save him some food. However he was glad to be on B shift, as the A shift all together just seemed overwhelming, and Ravi wasn’t sure how we would handle all of that.

He’s only been at the house a few weeks when he’s on shift and there is a call for a pretty big warehouse fire. A few different houses are called in and he manages to find the balance between helpful probie and learning how to deal with a big disaster from the more seasoned firefighters. 

They get the fire under control and he’s helping pack up hoses when a voice calls from behind him.

“Hey you’re with the 118!” A woman strides up to him, having seen the truck he’s next to. It’s both a statement and a question.

Ravi nods unsure how to reply, but it doesn’t matter as she carries on talking as she stops in front of him.

“How’s the Diaz and Buckley divorce going?” She asks, a small smirk on her face.

“The…w-what?” Ravi can’t help but stutter. He knows who she’s talking about. The guys on A shift are basically infamous and connected at the hip. And he has to admit he saw Firefighter Buckley working out in the gym area when he was getting ready to leave the house once, and almost walked into a wall. Ravi is only human.

“Last time I saw those two they were arguing in a grocery store about their kid” She rolls her eyes, a fond smile playing at her lips, “Those two are so much drama.”

“Well, I'm pretty new, but from what I can tell they seem to be working well together”. He shrugs. All he’s observed so far from Buckley and Diaz is that they go everywhere together, can communicate just by looking at each other, and are both ridiculously good looking. 

“Good luck navigating that” She reaches out and slaps him on the shoulder, “Better you dealing with them than me.” She smiles again and walks away. Ravi spots the name Bosko on the back of her turnout before he shakes himself and gets back to packing away. It’s been a long shift and he does not have time to process this new information right now.

It’s not long after that night that he gets moved up to A shift to help make up numbers. And learns that everything the B shift used to gossip about and what Bosko told him, suddenly makes so much more sense. Because A shift, and Eddie and Buck in particular, are So. Much. Drama.

—--------

“PROBIE!” 

Ravi drops all the books he’s holding. Partly from the fear of someone shouting at him. Partly from the fact that having a 6ft blonde hunk shouting at him is making him react in ways he doesn’t need the general public to see.

Since the revelation Bosko bestowed on him, he can’t help but monitor A shift closely now. Letting himself get dragged into gossip with the others on B and C shift. Trying to figure out what exactly made Buck and Eddie get divorced, since they still seem so close.

Is it all a front for their kid? Or to keep peace at work? When they leave do they turn into the spiteful divorced parents he’s seen on TV? He’s never even seen them so much as glare at each other.

But what he does see is interesting.

He accidentally jinxes the A shift, so now he’s firehouse enemy number 1 and there is a good chance Beautiful Buckley is going to strangle him, and not in a fun way.

He overhears that Eddie is going on a date with some teacher and watches as Buck goes quiet for the next few days.

Then that stupid treasure hunt, which he actually nails thank you very much. But then Taylor Kelly is always around, and Eddie glares whenever her name is mentioned and looks like he wants to shove a fork into his eye whenever she gets brought up in conversation.

But nothing could have prepared him, or anyone really, for when Eddie gets shot in front of Buck. Buck instantly spirals and it’s clear to see the man is suffering. He is in agony waiting for news of his ex husband and having to care for his son. 

Luckily Eddie makes a full recovery, and even Ravi can tell something is different between the two of them when Eddie returns. Something softer and connected. More dependent on each other than ever, whatever weird mind meld they had is stronger than before.

And then he gets a front row seat to all the drama as he’s moved up to A shift to help out.

There’s a heat wave and a black out all culminating in the shock of meeting Ana. Ravi is in such a state that he accidentally calls her Eddie’s wife and Eddie looks like his head is about to explode, Buck looks confused and Ravi wants the earth to swallow him whole. For a brief moment he wonders if there was any infidelity that led to the Buckley-Diaz divorce, but he doubts it would be this civil if there was.

Then Buck gets a stick up his ass, and decides to focus all his energy on Ravi. And Ravi doesnt know whether to enjoy being that kind of focus or to ask if he’s fighting with Eddie again. Buck makes the announcement he’s going to leave, but it’s swiftly shut down by the others. 

When Eddie looks over at Buck and says “You’re stuck with us”. Ravi has to stop himself from swooning.

Which is why it’s such a shock that a few months later, Eddie is the one that’s leaving. Ravi is both surprised, and not. He has watched as Eddie seemed to turn in on himself, spending more of his shifts thinking and doodling in a notebook than hanging out with Buck. Buck is clearly devastated which means he had no prior warning. But clearly understands the need to put their sons' worries at ease. Ravi wonders if Buck is going to spend less time at work now too. Or if this is just linked to Eddie’s shooting last year. 

If anything Buck now spends all of his time at work, and he is grumpier than ever.

Ravi dares to ask once how Eddie is doing and is met with a brief grunt of “He’s fine”.

Well, guess Mom and Dad are fighting again.

—--

Lucy Donato is new to the 118 but she is not new to firefighting. She’s calm under pressure, quick on her feet and just an all around badass. Ravi wants to be best friends with her.

Buck is civil but far from his usual friendly self, probably too caught up in Lucy being the one to replace Eddie. But Ravi knows he will warm to her soon enough, Buck can’t help himself.

Ravi has yet to figure out how to become best friends with Lucy, and wants to nab her before she gets sucked into the weird codependency that is A shift. He gets his chance when she is falling next to him on the couch during down time between calls;

“So what’s the deal with Buckley?”

And honestly the firehouse has turned him into a gossip because he can barely inhale a breath before he starts.

“Dude I am honestly still trying to figure it out myself, but when I got here he was basically going through a divorce with his ex husband who also worked here, who left and is also the firefighter you’re replacing”

Lucy blinks at him for a second before getting a small smile on her face and leans closer like they are sharing secrets, which they totally are.

“Oh. My. God. That actually makes so much sense,” Ravi beams back at her, new best friend secured. “No wonder he barely talks to me, I thought it was because I was a woman, but he gets on so well with Hen. But to have his ex husband gone from both his personal and professional life, that’s brutal”

Ravi nodded along, see Lucy got it!

“Wait” She paused, sitting up to look around to make sure no one else was listening. “Didn’t  I hear something about that other guy leaving to take care of his kid?”

Ravi nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! See Eddie got shot last year, right in front of Buck, and I mean like Eddie’s blood all over Buck kind of in front of him. And Eddie healed and he’s fine, but I guess their son Chris was more upset about it than they thought, and was really worried about Eddie dying and not coming home one day. So Eddie decided he was going to leave and try something else for a while to help put Chris’s mind at ease”

“Woah, those guys have so much going on, now I feel bad for just thinking Buck was a dick.”

“Nah Buck can be a dick don’t worry, but yeah I wouldn’t hold it against him, he’s got a lot to deal with right now, he’ll come around though, he always does”

Lucy smiles at him just as Hen comes to sit in the chairs next to them.

“Hey what are you guys gossiping about”

“Just filling Lucy in on the Buck and Eddie drama”

“Ooooh, that could take a while, but give her a chance to meet Eddie at least once so she can form her own opinion of him” Hen smiles cheekily.

“Wait, one thing I don’t get, why did they get divorced?” Lucy asks, turning to Ravi.

Hen makes a sound from next to them but they are looking at each other.

“See that’s what I can’t figure out because they are clearly still in love with each other, so I have no idea, they can both be pretty stubborn though”. Ravi shrugs as Hen makes a choking sound causing them both to look at her.

“Do you know Hen?” Lucy asks.

Hen just smiles at them, a gleam in her eyes. “I don’t think any of us know the answer to that one.”

—-----

A few months later, Eddie is back and Lucy is still with them and Ravi is starting to feel confident about his place as a firefighter and at the 118.

It’s a big training day, which means several houses have converged at the 118 to undergo lectures and training exercises together. When Ravi notices the 126 are there and Lena Bosko herself seeks him out.

“Congrats on finishing probation Panikkar.'' She smiles, giving him a rough pat on the back. It’s only his anticipation of it that stops him from stumbling under the force of it. 

“Thanks Bosko,” He turns to Lucy beside him and introduces them. “This is Lucy Donato, she’s been with the 118 a few months, not sure if you’ve met”

The ladies shake hands and seem to give each other the nod of approval. 

“Hey Lena, maybe you know, why did Buck and Eddie get divorced?” He asks as Lucy scoots closer wanting the info too. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Hen and Chimney making their way towards them.

“What?” Lena asks, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion.

“You’re the one who asked how their divorce was going the first time we met, do you know why they split up?” He asks as the the others join them and he can see Lucy shuffling closer over his shoulder waiting for Lena’s answer.

“Ravi, I was joking” Lena looks at him like he’s grown a second head.

“WHAT!?!?” He and Lucy blurt in unison.

“I just meant it like, the last time I saw them they were bickering like a married couple” Lena shrugs, a smile playing at her lips.

“But it made so much sense!” Ravi drops his head into his hands, going over every interaction he’s had with Buck and Eddie.

Hen and Chim  are laughing so hard they’re falling onto each other.

“You could have corrected us, ya know!” He points an accusing finger at the two of them.

“But this is so much funnier” Chimney smiles, popping his gum as he regains composure, Hen wiping a finger under her eyes.

“Wait, if they’re not divorced, you know what this means” Lucy asks the group.

“That maybe my sister was right and I am an idiot” Ravi mutters.

“No it means we can get them together” Lucy smirks, and Ravi loves their friendship.

“Ooooooh I like that” He has to restrain himself from clapping like a happy child.

“Get who together?” Eddie asks just as he and Buck join their impromptu circle.

“You two” Lena points between the two of them causing Eddie and Buck to look at each other and blush.

“What?”

“Lena accidentally told Ravi you two were divorced and Ravi told Lucy and they’ve been trying to figure out why you split up” Hen fills them in.

“It just made so much sense when Lena said it, and nothing you two have done has made me think otherwise!” Ravi throws his hands in the air, maybe he’s getting a little hysterical, his world is upside down thank you very much.

“To be fair I probably would have believed it too before I knew them properly. You should have seen their argument in the grocery store. Eddie was all ‘you’re a deadbeat baby daddy’ and Buck was all ‘I want joint custody’, it was so dramatic.” Lena rolled her eyes.

“That’s not really what-” Eddie starts.

“YES! Thank you, like when the treasure hunt was everywhere and Eddie wanted to be on Buck’s team but Buck was with Taylor but then Eddie pouted until Buck said ok!” 

“How do you-”

“What about last week when they were cuddling on the sofa facetiming their son and reading him bedtime stories.” Lucy chimed in. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

“Huh, maybe you guys got married and divorced without even noticing.” Chimney strokes his chin in thought.

“Guys you’re being ridiculous, Eddie and I aren’t…” Buck looks at Eddie and sees him looking back, “We’re not-, It’s…”

“Dude” Eddie nudges him gently, “We’re a little married” And beams when Buck huffs and laughs, rolling his eyes.

“And i’d never divorce you” Eddie smiles as Buck’s eyes go all soft. Then Eddie winks and walks off, Buck quickly following him like he always does.

“Eddie come back, you can’t just say stuff like that”

The rest of them watch them as they weave in between other firefighters. Before looking at each other and;

“Oooooooooh” In synch. 

Ravi is not an idiot. But he knows when he sees two idiots in love. 

#buddie #911onfox #911 #911 on fox #911 fox #ravi panikkar #evan buckley #eddie díaz #guess who wrote fic for the first time in forever

[cepheusgalaxy]

Ok tumblr, prepare yourselves.

I did it. I wrote my first piece.

It's not very good. I don't like it very much. I think I could've taken the premise in a better way.

But it's a start! :)

Cw: Captive whumpee, dissociation, eletrocution mention, disphoria mention (if I lost anything please warn me)

Day 1: Helpless.

Kaiki woke up with a bucket of water on his face.

He is in his cage. Not exactly a cage, more of a basement kind of room? He couldn’t be sure. It had a white marble floor and no windows. Dark, and wooden walls. Or maybe it wasn’t that dark. What was ambient light like again? It was pretty stupid but he had forgotten. Not like forgot forgot, but he couldn’t recall it. He was tied to the wall, like always. His wrists over his head, his arms and legs open. It made a X format. It made him feel like a target. In a way, that was kinda true.

The Whumper shot another bucket of icy water on his face, waking the rest of him up. Kaiki coughed, trying to get the water out of his throat and nose and eyes. He felt sick. Then it entered his bruises. He held back a hoarse scream and whimpered.

Whumper held his chin and met his gaze. There was water dripping on him, but he didn’t seem to care. “Woke up, are we?”

Before Kaiki could consider if and how to answer, he slapped him.

Kaiki closed his eyes out of habit.

It was not like it hurt anymore. But the aprehension almost knocked his breath out of him.

It was just fear at this point.

He was quick to put his head back in place.

“Own, what a good boy, aren’t you?” He caressed his cheek. Then he spoke again, just not to him. “Let’s get started, then.”

Whumper’s assistant (where did he come from?) picked a tool from the table and started preparing something.

Kaiki doesn’t want to see what it is. It won’t make much of a difference.

He won’t have a say in anything anyways.

It’s kind of familiar, he thinks.

He was also helpless like this back then. His life turned upside down, his parents divorced and every night ending up in silent tears he didn’t want nobody to hear.

Now he didn’t have much of a choice.

It was better to cry out when he had the chance. Otherwise he’d probably have gone mad.

All adding up and making him want to scream.

He could have found this out before, though.

When he figured out that he would have to change because he was not a girl, and the panic when his sister found out, the agony of trying to tell his parents--who weren’t speaking to each other--the despair when he moved in with his aunt and he wanted to tell everyone but he didn’t want to tell anyone, but the dread in his chest of having to hide, of having to pretend, of not wanting to, but not being able to change it anyways, and the changes who kept spiralling around him, and he hated changes, becayse they were never, never something he could control. Like now.

But like then, he could never control anything. Just endure it.

He was past the point expecting help.

He was past the point of seeing any future where he wasn’t dreading the next day, knowing the sun would come up anyway, no matter what he wanted.

He was past the point giving attention to his wants.

He was past the point of trying to manipulate the situation.

He just felt…

Helpless.

Pain exploded on his chest and travelled its way to his head. He screamed under a cloth Whumper had put between his theeth at some point. Then he screamed again.

It was the only thing he could choose or not to do.

His breath was knocked out of him, for real this time, when Whumper turned the remote on again.

“Cool.” Whumper’s assistant said, in a monotone tone. “He is handling it well.”

Not like he had any other choice.

#whump #whump writing #my writing #febuwhump #febuwhumpday1 #kaiki oc #my ocs #febuwhump2024 #aaaaa im so proud of myself #i thought i wouldn't manage to finish it today coz some things happened and then i had gym

[for--themoment]

A letter to myself at 10 years old.

Hi beautiful. Today, you’re 10 years old. It’s 2002 and the world probably looks a little strange. 9/11 has just recently happened and you’re not sure what to make of it - it’s OK that it’s too much for your little/big heart to handle. 

This year you’ll go to middle school where a lot of things will change. You will lose the spirit and confidence you had in elementary school because of the one person who was supposed to be your best friend. I’m sorry for that, because I know there is so much going on in that small head of yours. You want to dance, you want to create, you want to be silly. It’s ok to do all those things without shame. 

You’ll encounter bullying for the first time, and it will continue periodically into adulthood. I’m sorry, but you’re strong and you navigate it well. 

You’ll surround yourself with girls that aren’t really your friends, especially S. I know that it might feel like you need to be her friend, be around her, follow her around, try to be friends with her friends, etc. But you don’t. You’d be much better off if you found a new group that didn’t know her at all. You have so much to give, are always an amazing friend, and deserve friends that treat you the same.

S’s parents are divorcing right about now, which is the first exposure to divorce that you’ve ever had. It’s a foreign concept because they lived in that big white house on the hill with the rope swing forever. You feel like you were just eating toaster streudels at their table for breakfast. But now ‘their house’ is in a not-so-nice neighborhood. At least they have a trampoline.

As time goes on, S gets new friends, and begins to treat you as a burden. You are not - don’t forget this. She does things to embarrass you - like ruin your brand new sneakers because they’re “too white”, say to the whole class that I slept in a bed with my mom during a trip together, and talk badly about you to all of her new ‘friends’. A turning point in your friendship happens twice: once, when their family dog bites a friend of S’s and you get too scared to go over to her house anymore. This was serendipity and was a good way for you to distance yourself. The second thing happens in sixth grade, when S is in a bad mood and is trying to talk to some new ‘friends’ - you follow her because you don’t know what else to do. She proceeds to do a standing flip over the monkey bars, hits her head, and in response to you asking “are you ok?” she yells at you visibly annoyed. 

Know that her outburst was not because you are a bad person, but I know it feels like it was. I know you’ll fake a stomach bug and miss school for 3 days, the longest time you’d ever consecutively been absent. This will lead her to call you on the evening of the third day and ask “how you are”, even though you know it’s because her mom made her.

S has alienated you and made you feel unwanted, and you’re not gonna know who else to hang out with. Somehow your music teacher, Mrs. F, agrees to keep writing passes for you to spend your recess in the library because you’re too afraid of going outside. You don’t want to be a “follower” anymore. It’s not until, after many hall passes and months later, that someone finally catches on to you not being at recess and acts like they want you there. So you start going again.

Your longest friend, A, will develop a crush on you within the next couple of years. You’ll get mad at him for it-- don’t. He is a lifelong friend and whether or not it makes you feel nervous because you’re not experienced with dating, he will be worth the time and treat you well. 30-year-old you is still friends with him, and while he’s gay, 30-year-old you knows he would have done everything possible to treat you well.

You’ll develop your first debilitating crush on MC. You never really get close to him and only admire from a distance, but the daydreamer in you likes to think you’d get together at some point. You’ll go through a period where you think collared polos are your best outfit while trying to impress him, which is cute. In a few years, in high school, you’ll somehow dance with him but it will be incredibly awkward and you know the only reason he asked you is because he secretly has a crush on your other friend ST. You’re sure he feels like, if he does this “favor” for her, maybe she’ll like him more. This will break your heart but he ends up being a douche.

You’ll also develop a friendship/small crush on K. You’re pretty sure his friendship was just because he pitied you, but in the moment it felt real and it was nice to have a male friend that was popular. He ends up going to a different high school but you reunite at a football game, literally running into his arms and people telling you how “adorable” that was. It won’t occur to you at the time that it was, and your crush fades.

This period of your life is going to transform and inform a lot of the pain you will deal with later in life. S will only be the first of a few people to use you and take advantage of your loyalty and friendship when it suits them. 

Know that you are a wonderful person.

[theliterateape]

Why Donald Trump was in Virginia NOT Golfing

by Joe Janes

Donald Trump flew into DC recently unannounced and departed his plane wearing golf shoes. Well, of course, the LAMEstream media went nuts speculating that it was either a medical emergency or he was being indicted. I guess being a dreamer isn’t just for illegal immigrants pouring into our country like a bottomless bag of Doritos. What the libsharts forget is that Donald Trump is a businessman. A very smart businessman. He often does businessman things. That’s what he was doing at a golf course he owns surrounded by an entourage of lawyers and trusted advisers and Eric.

Need more explanation?

This is the perfect letter he is sending to the new ruler of the United Kingdom.

 From the Desk of Donald J. Trump 45th (and counting) President of the United States

Dear King Chuck,

Just wanted to say that I am sorry for your loss. My mother was the queen of the house in my family, so I know how tough it can be to lose someone you’re stuck with for life. You can’t divorce your mom, am I right? Probably even harder with the whole royalty thing you’ve got going on there.

In the spirit of goodwill between our countries, I have an offer that is so good, your people will think you’re a royal idiot if you pass it up. I was just at my DC golf course in Virginia. Beautiful place. Everyone says so. I included a link to it below. Someone told me Virginia was one of our first colonies. I thought it had always been a state. Who knew? This was back when jolly old England still ruled our country. Those were the days! Given all the horrible democratic presidents we have had, we sure do regret that whole revolution thing now. Look at Canada! They just shut up and took it and they’re doing okay. Kings and queens are the way to go! Now, I don’t know what you usually do. Bury the queen in the front yard of the palace or something probably. Or stuff her and stick her up in one of those towers. Just another pain for you to deal with.

Ship her over here and we’ll take good care of her on my golf course!

One of my wives died not too long ago and we buried her on my golf course in Jersey. She loved the outdoors and drinking while watching me play. I bet the Queen loved the outdoors, too. When I was there, just before she knighted me in private, we were outside. It looked like she was enjoying herself. The weather’s better here than in rainy England, so you don’t have to worry about her casket or crown rusting or anything. It’s a great deal. You pay for the shipping and my grounds guy will take care of the burial. Come over any time to visit. We’ll hit the links together! I think the best spot for her would be near the ninth hole. We can also make her the ninth hole, if you like. People can pay their respects with a bankshot off her gravestone. There’s a nice pond nearby, too.

Like I said, it’s a sweet deal. Take me up on it and maybe you’ll do me a favor someday, such as let me stay indefinitely at one of your castles. Just in case I need to quickly leave my country. Not that there’s anything going on here I can’t handle. I’m sure you’ve heard of witch hunts. Didn’t you guys invent them?

Fair swap, right? A dead queen for a live smart businessman in perfect health. I can even help you out. Negotiate some deals for you. Maybe help you get all of Ireland. Here’s a freebie. Start charging for healthcare. You’ll make a mint!

Sincerely, Donald J. Trump

 P.S. Link to my golf course. Click HERE.

#comedy #satire #Trump #King Charles

[randomshyperson]

Palm Springs - Leigh Shaw

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Summary: In Palm Springs, Leigh meets you. The season one finale re-imagined.

Warnings: (+18), smut, cursing, dom!reader, bottom!leigh, explicit language, explicit consent, brief mentions of harassment, fluff, brief rivalry dynamics, hopeful ending.

Words: 5.378K

Notes: My love, @abimess, this is my apologies for you. I kept mistaken "Wanda" instead of "Leigh" at some points in the writing, but it all worked out in the end. I hope you all enjoy the read, this is my first time writing for this character.

//-//

You threw the signed divorce papers against the passenger seat, ignoring the thick tears that welled up in your eyes.

Raising your hand, you turned up the radio and kept driving. Your cell phone started ringing the next moment, but you ignored it. It was probably Bucky or Steve calling to find out where you were after your little outburst at the company fundraiser.

Honestly, it wasn't your fault. You were handling it all very well, but Carol decided it would be a good idea to give you the divorce papers while you were surrounded by your closest friends, and that was the trigger. But now you were driving to Palm Springs, finally taking the damn vacation your ex-wife had put you through so much hell to get, but now, the seat next to you was empty.

It took a few hours to get there, since the complex is in New York, but you didn't care, having spent most of the way trying to understand how you managed to lose a woman like Carol Danvers.

No bags, you ignored the curious look one of the hotel staff gave you as soon as you pulled into the parking lot, smiling slightly as you took off your sunglasses and asked for directions to the front desk.

You frowned slightly as you were almost run over.

"Watch where you're going!" You shouted angrily at the driver, and the woman returned you the same angry look. Great, you've barely arrived and you almost died. This weekend was promising.

Stepping back, you waited for the woman to drive, not failing to give her a wry smile as she passed you. After this, you walked to the reception desk, and the area was quite full, which was normal for a weekend.

"Reservation in the name Danvers." You said to the receptionist after the greetings. He smiled as he checked the information.

"Valentine's suite, I see." He commented cheerfully. "Shall I prepare a second key for your partner?"

"It's just going to be me, buddy." You grumble, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your stomach. The man smiles awkwardly, but doesn't apologize.

After checking in, you go up to the third floor.

The room makes you sigh with disgust, the flowers and chocolates give you a headache. It takes ten minutes to find a chambermaid and ask her to remove all the decorations.

While your room is being cleaned, you decide to buy something to wear, since you didn't bring anything to spend the weekend at the hotel.

"Good morning." You mumble the greeting as you enter the gift store, your gaze wandering around.

"How can I help you, dear?" The saleswoman asks politely, smiling at you.

"I need something to wear for the two days I'm staying. It was a last-minute trip." You tell her, and the saleswoman looks surprised, but doesn't comment.

The woman eventually showed you the summer shirt section, and you sighed softly as you looked through the options. She walked away to attend to another customer, and you left your attention to the clothes.

A moment later, you picked out a few pieces and turned to talk to the saleswoman, only to run into the woman who had almost run you over earlier looking at the book section.

"You again." You let it slip not so low, attracting the woman's attention. She frowns for a second, and then she recognizes you. But before she can say anything, the saleswoman is speaking.

"Oh, you two know each other already?" She asks excitedly. "It's amazing how we can find friends here in Palm Springs isn't it?"

"We're not friends." You both inform at the same moment, and you squeeze your eyes shut slightly. The woman straightens her posture, pressing the book lightly against her chest as you switch the shirts on your arm. The saleswoman's curious expression prompts you to speak.

"Actually, she almost killed me." You say. "It was going to be quite a headline for this hotel. I'd be careful about the people you guys host around here."

The saleswoman looks at you with confusion, while the other woman lets out a dry laugh.

"You're the one who walked across in the middle of the street!" she defends herself. "It's not my fault if you weren't taught how to cross the street in school."

"Oh, so it's the victim's fault now?" You retort and the woman looks at you incredulously. A third customer enters the store and stares curiously at the argument, but the saleswoman is quick to gesture between you, smiling wryly.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding" The saleswoman remarks and you sustain the annoyed look the other woman is casting at you. "There's no need for an argument."

"Of course not." The woman says forcing a smile, but her posture remains aggressive. "We are both civilized adults."

You bite your tongue to avoid another provocation, looking away from the green irises in front of you.

"Of course you are." The saleswoman says smiling, and then her gaze catches the shirts hanging from your forearm and she lets out a light exclamation. "Come on, I can finalize your purchase if that's all, dear."

You turn toward the cashier next, and it is only after you have paid for the clothes and are leaving that you see the other woman again on your way back, but she does not look away from the books to you. You couldn't care less.

//-//

In your room, you can't resist the urge to look at your phone.

Bucky has called five times. And Steve even sent you an email. You sigh weakly, feeling guilty as you catch a glimpse of Tony and Natasha's message notifications.

Your friends didn't care that you started crying in the middle of the meeting you were at because your ex-wife decided to bring a sensitive topic like the end of your five-year marriage to the table, but you were hating yourself for it.

At this point, you didn't even know what you had been crying about anymore. You and Carol had always had a difficult relationship, and since you got married, you began to wonder why you had done it in the first place.

You loved her so much when you first met her, and then everything gradually broke down. The lack of compatibility, the jealousy and possessiveness, and the lack of time. Carol was a soldier in the army, and you were a Shield special agent, and your jobs took up a lot of your schedules. But you knew that this was just another empty excuse. After all, your best friend, Natasha, was also an agent, as was her wife, and they made everything work properly.

Maybe things were meant to happen that way. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

After taking a shower, you grumble lightly as you realize that you forgot to buy a bathing suit. And well, everything special about Palm Springs was the magnificent pools.

You figured the shorts and top you had would have to fit.

The pools were considerably more crowded than the rest of the hotel, and this was probably due to the current temperature.

You decided to buy a drink before sunbathing, realizing that most of the chairs were occupied.

The bartender was a pretty girl and smiled mischievously at you when her gaze fell on your collarbone exposed by the cut of your shirt, but you just gave her a half-hearted smile. Being newly divorced wasn't exactly the best scenario for flirting.

"What can I get you?" The woman asked as she rested her hands on the counter in front of her. You bit your lip thoughtfully, running your eyes down one of the menus left on the wood.

"Honestly, I don't know anything here." You say. "But I would like something sweet."

It takes a few minutes for her to prepare a drink for you, and you thank her as you accept.

As you sip a drink that tastes like strawberries and condensed milk, you look around the surroundings.

You frown slightly as you recognize the woman from the store, watching her sit in one of the chairs that has just been emptied in front of the bar. She doesn't notice you, but you notice her exposed legs, mentally scolding yourself for doing so.

As you take another sip of your drink, your tongue getting used to the sugary sweetness, a man approaches the stranger in front of you. From this proximity, you can hear the conversation, or rather the small harassment that he was doing.

Rolling your eyes at the stranger's clearly offensive attempt to approach the other woman, you force yourself to get up and walk over to them.

Well, Nat always said that you were a person with a natural talent for theater and you wish she were here now to see the little scene you caused.

Pretending to trip over the sunshade support, you made a sudden movement and knocked your entire drink against the man's collarbone, who let out an exclamation of anger and surprise as he stood up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You asked in a falsely guilty tone, forcing an expression of shock. Before he could say anything, you were already grabbing one of the towels left on the little tables beside the chairs and throwing it harder than necessary against the man's face. "Here, honey, clean yourself up."

The man blinked in surprise, and glared angrily at you for a second before muttering "whatever" and turning to leave. When he was already a safe distance away, you turned your face to look at the seated woman.

"Sorry about your book." You speak as you notice that the spilled drink has dripped a little on the pages. "But if you ask me, the ending sucks."

"Thanks, I guess." The woman mumbles not keeping her gaze on you. "I didn't need you to help me, by the way." She adds and you roll your eyes, realizing that the chair next to her got empty after your little commotion. When you sit down, she raises her gaze to you in disbelief.

"Who said I was helping you?" You retort. "I love throwing expensive drinks at strangers."

Your joke elicits a nasal chuckle from the woman, who softens her posture.

"If you want to lose money, I suggest donating rather than wasting it." She teases back and you bite back a smile, shaking your head slightly. When she opens the book again and leans her back against the chair, clearly deciding to ignore your presence, you copy the position, but stand with your arms folded across your chest and close your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun against your skin.

You are tired from the trip, and eventually fall asleep. When you open your eyes again, the woman is no longer there.

//-//

Since you have napped until the afternoon, there is no chance you will sleep early. You try to distract yourself with television, but most of the programs are pay-per-view and you have probably already exceeded all the limits that a Shield salary can afford, so you decide to spend some time on the activities included in your weekend bundle.

After putting on a shirt to join the lobby, you take the elevator down and step out into the outdoor area, not surprised to find the place as busy as before. The difference is perhaps the lack of children because of the time of day.

You walk toward the bar and roll your eyes slightly when you notice the same man as before being loud and boisterous along with a small group partying near the place. But you ignore them as you sit down on the first stool you find.

"Well, if it isn't my knight in white armor." A female voice comments wryly beside you, surprising you mildly. You look at the woman with a raised eyebrow, but she is looking straight ahead.

"So you expect me to call you a princess? We don't even know each other." You retort in the same tone, and watch the woman bite back a smile, rolling her eyes slightly.

You stand in silence while you order a drink, this time smiling in the same way that the bartender smiles at you. While you wait, you can' t help but look over to the side.

"You know, I think I might need to get your name." You begin in a tone of false seriousness, not knowing why you want to pull conversation with the stranger, but doing it anyway. "Since I need to know who to sue for attempted hit-and-run."

The woman laughs lightly, and as she sets her drinking glass back down on the counter, she turns her body toward you, without getting up.

"The smart thing then wouldn't be to say my name, don't you think?" She retorts with amusement in her voice. "That way I avoid a lawsuit."

You smile in a corner, shaking your head slightly. You lean your arm on the counter, and it takes a moment for her to speak again.

"I'm Leigh."

"No last name so I can't find your ID, right?" You tease and she smiles, licking her lips for a moment. "Well, I won't tell you mine either then." You comment before telling her only your first name, and she laughs lightly. "May I at least know your profession? Or, I don't know, where you're from? I need that information to track you down."

You joke, and Leigh makes a thoughtful expression for a moment.

"I'm from everywhere actually." She says mysteriously. "Because I'm an international jewel thief."

You smile at the mixed tone of seriousness and playfulness in her speech, respecting her right not to want to tell you the truth, and acknowledging the identity she chooses to assume.

"Oh, really?" You ask joining in the joke. "And let me guess, your disguise happens to be as a fashion stylist, right? And you have a red motorcycle and deadly poison hidden in your lipstick?"

Leigh holds back her laughter, nodding.

"I can't confirm any of that information, actually." She says. "After all, a little incident happened and I wasn't able to finish the story."

You laugh at the teasing, taking a sip of your drink. Before the moment of silence lasts any longer, you ask if you can approach. When Leigh consents, you take the seat next to her.

"And what do you do?" she asks as soon as you sit down. You clear your throat lightly.

"I'm a secret agent, actually." You tell her and from the woman's expression, she still believes you are joking. You do not correct yourself however. "Lasers and villains, the whole story."

Leigh smiles, murmuring in understanding.

"And what is a secret agent doing in Palm Springs?" She asks next and you assume a dramatically thoughtful expression.

"I got a hint actually." You reply. "A jewel thief, fugitive from the government. I'm trying to gather information to effect her arrest."

Leigh fakes an expression of horror making you laugh.

"If I see anything suspicious, I'll give you a heads up." She jokes and you smile, enjoying the whole thing. Before you can add anything else, the small group next to the bar let out loud laughter and they attract your and Leigh's attention.

You frown slightly when you witness the guy from earlier whistling at one of the hotel staff, the people with him finding his little scene of harassment funny.

"I guess a drink in the face isn't enough for some idiots." You comment and Leigh sighs mildly. She looks at you at the same moment you look at her.

"Maybe more drinks will be enough."

That's how you end up doing a little mischief that involves distracting the stranger with comments about his muscles while Leigh approaches and manages to get the man's card. When you walk away, after she hands the bartender the hotel ID after ordering a round for everyone at the bar on the stranger's behalf, you were laughing.

"I'm beginning to believe your thief story." You amused comment as soon as you and Leigh reach the trail out of the bar area. She just smiles at your words. You clear your throat next. "I guess I need to show off my secret agent skills then."

Leigh looks at you curiously, but you just smile as you nod in the direction of the gardens.

You walk for a few minutes in silence, and you remember everything you have observed since you arrived at the hotel, and are able to find the small opening in the fence that you saw some staff members pass through in the afternoon.

"Please, milady." You joke as you make room for Leigh to cross the path first, and she rolls her eyes with amusement before doing so.

You end up in some kind of unfinished private garden, but one that is still very pretty.

Perhaps it is an area under construction for some kind of party, as it has a stage set up in the center and some folded chairs scattered about.

Your attention falls immediately to the piano that has also been set up high on the dark stage.

"How did you find this place?" Leigh asks as she looks around, and you walk past her to get on the stage, eliciting a giggle.

"Field study, of course." You reply with false seriousness. " A secret agent never goes anywhere without studying the whole place first."

Leigh murmurs in agreement, deciding to follow you to the stage. You take a seat on the piano bench while she remains standing in front of the organ.

"Do you have any requests?" You ask looking down at your fingers as she studies your face.

"Old Mac Donald had a Farm." She replies and you choke on a laugh.

"And I thought your taste in music was as good as your fashion sense." You tease causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of complimenting what I'm wearing?" She retorts but you just bite back a smile, moving your fingers across the keys.

You decide to play a melody that she may not recognize, but is exactly what you feel you should play.

When the first notes of " Spring - Ludovico Einaudi" echo in the room, Leigh looks at you in surprise, but you just smile.

It takes a moment for her to surround the piano, and to sit down next to you. You continue to play, enjoying the sound and concentrating not to misplay the notes.

When you make a particularly fast movement on the piano, Leigh looks at you impressed, but you just push your shoulder lightly against hers, smiling. Neither of you regains the distance from before, and you continue to play.

When you finish, you are silent for a moment.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She asks in her low, impressed tone as you both look down at your hands on the keys. You sigh slightly, moving your fingers away and placing your hands in your lap.

"I used to play when I was a kid." You reply. "Before I was a secret agent, of course."

Leigh smiles, biting her lips lightly. You look away from the movement, to her hands quickly.

"Let me show you." You whisper as you reach out your hand to hers. When she accepts, you position her fingers on the keys, and then fit your hand on top of hers. "You start like this."

The sound is far from perfect, and Leigh laughs every time she misses a note, so you don't really care.

You stay like this for a few minutes, until you can get her to complete five notes without making a mistake.

"See? You' re almost a pianist already." You comment with a smile, looking at her face. She mimics your movement, and you feel your heart skip a beat from the closeness.

You feel the tension build in the room, but before you can think of doing anything, a male voice is breaking the spell.

"Sorry, but this area is for employees only." Informs the young man from the hotel, seeming slightly embarrassed to interrupt. You and Leigh quickly walk away, standing up and muttering an apology in unison to the guy, who waits until you leave by the trail he guides.

When you reach the entrance to the social area again, the employee closes the gate, waving slightly. You and Leigh exchange amused smiles.

"So... what do you want to do now?" You ask the next moment, wanting to prolong the evening.

"I want to swim." She declares and you frown slightly, then shrug. You nod in the direction of the pools and you exchange a glance before starting to walk.

//-//

At the edge of the pool, you sigh slightly.

You exchange a look with Leigh, standing next to you, and then you laugh softly as you both begin to undress.

You can't resist the urge to look at her, especially since she jumps in first and you catch a glimpse of her body covered only by a bikini. Ignoring your uncompensated heartbeat, you jump into the water next.

It's a good thing the water was cold, because you are feeling your face and body heat up at the way Leigh looks at you.

Trying to lighten the mood, you swim around her, casually meeting her gaze again as she mimics the movement.

You laugh lightly when you realize that you are swimming in circles around each other, and decide to stop. Leigh swims in front of you a moment later.

"Hello, superspy." She greets you almost in a whisper waving her arms to continue on the surface in front of you.

"Hello, international thief." You speak back in the same tone, your gazes locked on each other.

You wonder if she would like you to break the distance, as her gaze has lowered to your lips for a few seconds. But before you can surrender to this urge, she takes a step back.

"I'm cold."

And then she swims away, and you wonder if you have taken the whole thing the wrong way.

Following her a little way back, you look for towels.

//-//

"Which floor are you on?" You ask as you reach the elevators, each with a towel around your body. You watch Leigh tighten her arms against herself slightly.

"Second." She replies half-heartedly, and you nod.

"Let's go together then."

She gets into the elevator first, and after she presses the button, you stand next to her, your back against the wall.

The tension is back the moment the doors close, but after the pool, you find it best not to take any action, not wishing to make Leigh uncomfortable.

You reach her floor a moment later, and when she doesn't leave, you hold your breath.

You risk a corner-of-your-eye glance at her, but she continues to stare straight ahead, sighing slightly.

Trying not to look like a complete mess, you wait for your floor to arrive.

//-//

The way down the hallway is silent, and despite your nervousness, you don't fumble to open your room.

Leigh enters first, and strides into the room as you close the door.

She stops in the center, her gaze scanning around for a moment before returning to you. You hold your breath, and then she lets the set of clothes in her hands fall to the floor.

You bite back a smile, mimicking the movement. Taking a deep breath, you do the same with your towel, and ignore the heat in your cheeks as Leigh's gaze descends to your body covered only by your underwear.

She removes the towel at your waist next, and you stare at her exposed legs for a moment before moving slowly toward her.

You smile shyly as you stop in front of her, and it takes a second for you to slowly lift your fingers to touch her, tracing the outline of her arm and watching her skin shiver.

"Everything okay?" You ask softly raising your gaze from where your fingers were touching to her eyes. Leigh sighs, shaking her head in agreement. You give her a short smile, placing your hand on her cheek, and watching her lean into the touch slightly. "Use your words." You ask in a whisper, your other hand repeating the motion of your fingers from before, even more slowly.

"Y-yes." She confirms half breathlessly. "And you?"

"Yes." You say, your hand reaching for the strap of her bikini. "I'm going to kiss you now, Leigh."

She nods in understanding, sighing heavily. You didn't correctly calculate how attracted you were to her, because the moment your lips touched, you felt your head spin and it was hard not to push her against the bed immediately.

You both sigh against the kiss, and you slide your tongue into her mouth next, your hand on her face running down to her neck, deepening the kiss even more.

Leigh seems hesitant to touch you for the first second, but then she gasps against your tongue, and brings her hands to your shoulders, bringing one of them up to the back of your neck and scratching the skin, making you sigh.

With the hand that was on the bikini strap, you use your fingers to pull the strap down, and with the other hand you repeat the movement on the other side. When the bikini falls to the floor, your hands go down to her waist, and you pull her toward you.

Leigh gasps at the contact of your breasts bumping together, breaking the kiss with a wet sigh, and you take the opportunity to move your mouth down her collarbone, enjoying the sounds you manage to get out of her whenever you bite her sensitive skin softly.

You lean against her to lower your kisses to her breasts, and when your mouth finds the hardened nipple, she arches her back, closing her eyes as her fingers force your head forward against her breast.

"Oh." She moans as she feels you suck on her nipple, your other hand moving up to give her other breast due attention, your fingers playing with the tip. " Oh, fuck, that feels good."

You smile against her skin, feeling your core tighten with the sounds you are tearing out of her.

When your hand on her waist moves down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and pressing Leigh's hips against yours as your mouth continues on her breast, she moans loudly as she throws her head back, shuddering against you.

It's enough to make you lose control. You need to know how she tastes.

Gasping, you move your kisses down again, and Leigh holds her breath as you get down on your knees.

You kiss her thighs first, while your hands pull down the fabric of her panties.

When the fabric falls away completely, you swallow dry, your gaze glazed on the exposed intimacy of the woman in front of you, your mouth salivating to taste her.

"I-I'm gonna fall." She comments shyly, and you notice how her knees are already shaky. You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stand up.

You take Leigh by the hand to your bed, and she stands there, making you smile. You move forward against her mouth again, and she sighs, almost losing her balance from the intensity.

"Lie down." You ask between one kiss and another, making her moan softly. "Spread your legs for me."

Leigh gasps against your lips as you slip your fingers through her folds for a moment, before pulling away until she obeys. You bite your lips as you watch her lie down.

Before you join her, you remove the rest of your clothes. Leigh's cheeks redden, but you give her no time to register this, climbing onto the bed with your knee between her legs and kissing her again.

As she begins to squirm beneath you for more friction, you move your kisses down her body.

She closes her eyes when your mouth is at the level of her belly, breathing hard.

When your tongue touches her pussy, you both moan loudly. You are amazed at how wet and hot she feels, the taste filling all your senses. And Leigh bites her lips to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure when your tongue begins to move against her clit, sucking and licking her devotedly and making her whimper.

"F-fuck." She moans breathlessly, her hips thrusting into your mouth. "Yeah...right there... don't stop..."

You lift your hands to her thighs, holding her open. Your own intimacy pulsing from the way Leigh is surrendered to you and the sounds she gives you.

Keeping the strokes of your tongue as deep as you can and being sure to press your clitoris in return, you feel her pussy tighten and Leigh's body begins to quiver in spasms.

"I-I'm... close... fuck..." she begins to whimper disconnected words, long moans escaping her throat. It takes only two more strokes for her to come on your tongue, her moan loud enough to be heard in the next room, but neither of you care.

You drink all of her cum, enjoying the taste and feeling on edge, without even having been touched yet.

Moving up your kisses again, you deposit slow kisses against Leigh's skin, waiting for her to recover from her own orgasm.

When you reach her mouth, she kisses you back with the same intensity.

You just know you're not going to sleep early tonight.

//-//

When you wake up, your bed is empty. You are surprised by this, really.

The night was very good. Much better than any one-night stand you have ever had.

After getting dressed by finding your articles of clothing, you walk to the front desk.

It takes a few minutes to find Leigh, and you frown when you realize from the bag in her hands, the documents, and the car key that she is leaving.

"Wow, you weren't even going to leave a note." You tease as you catch up with her. She is startled by your sudden presence, but forces a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry..." she starts but you shake your head.

"No need." You interrupt by putting your hands in your pockets and shrugging. "It was just one night after all."

"Yes." She reaffirms what you say, staring at you. You hold her gaze, and a long minute later she sighs. "No, it wasn't."

You swallow dryly, watching her. She seems conflicted about something, her expression going from worried to guilty in a few seconds, and then she takes a deep breath and shakes her head before looking at you again.

"I can't." She says, and you sigh lightly. "I just... can't."

"It's okay." You decide to say, ignoring the way your stomach is flipping with nervousness or your heart is racing. "We are civilized adults, aren't we?"

Leigh smiles, and you watch her eyes water for a moment before she quickly hides her emotion. You feel the same way.

" This is a goodbye." Leigh says next, and you look away to the floor, nodding in understanding.

"Goodbye, Leigh. It was nice meeting you." You say as you look at her again, forcing a smile even though your eyes are watering.

She smiles, approaching to kiss your cheek close enough to your lips to make you shiver. She doesn't pull away immediately, raising her mouth to the height of your ear, she whispers "I left a note." and before you can understand what has been said to you, she is gone.

It is only at the end of the day, many hours after she has left, and you are already inside your car that you rummage in your pants pocket looking for the car key that you find the note.

It is a piece torn from the page of the book "Unmoored in milan", the paper stained with drink. In the corner, in cursive letters it is written. "to my favorite secret agent. Leigh Shaw, Los Angeles."

You smiled at the words, and as you were driving back to New York, you wondered how long it would take Natasha to find out Leigh's phone number.

//-//

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