#Baseball Match News Updates

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Am going feral for Danny's grill, I'm salivating for another part, perhaps the batfams reactions to Tim's theory of Danny being fae and just "ohh oh that tracks, that tracks a little too well, but atleast he's a nice fae? Also I vainly remember Constantine drunkenly complaining about a pariah being a bitch king so maybe Danny is actually fae royalty which is why he can afford to be nice??"

Sry for rambling ♡

Tim's investigation updates are alarming, to put it nicely. Bruce can't say he's thrilled by how his son discovered a new Fae court or that his son is now untraceable within the said court.

He would think Tim was missing if it weren't for the reports he finds at family information locations. Thankfully, the fae seemed benevolent—at least for now.

Bruce would be the first to admit that he did not like how, out of all his kids, Tim always seemed to get involved with the oddest of missions.

Reading the Young Justice reports always gave him a headache- baseball game for the plant? Accidentally killed Santa Claus?!? - So, he not only figured out a Fae had appeared in Gotham but also ate the food the Fae offered him? Yeah, that was his Tim.

Bruce had picked up Tim's progress reports before anyone else. His other children were focused on a missing person case and their own cases.

Bruce figured that as long as Tim was treated right, he could spend time searching for a way to get his son home safely without worrying about the others. He has spoken with every member of the Justice League Dark, interviewed any god or goodness in the Justice League, and done extensive research on Faes themselves.

Almost everything had given him the same result: A human could be returned from the Other World only if the Fae allowed it.

It's not impossible to trick a Fae into releasing Tim, but it must be delicately done. Those types of beings rarely forgive and never forget.

He had planned for this to happen to him long before he became Batman—after all, he knew those creatures were real after learning of Aliens—but each of his plans to escape the Fae had an "It's alright if I die" in progress.

He could not apply those plans to Tim as he did care if his son lived.

He was replaying his interview with John Consitiante- seeing as that man had a lot of practice swinging his soul as a bargaining chip- when Jason came stomping down the stairs.

"I can't find him!" He swears, throwing himself in a computer chair with a huff. Bruce lowers the volume on his computer, making a sound in the back of his throat. It's the usual noise he makes to convey to his children he is listening and is curious about what is upsetting them

Jason, easily able to understand his sounds now, ranks a hand through his hair with a scoff. "The favor one of my contacts called in. Alvin Draper. I can't find anything on him before my contact took him in"

"Could be a fake name," Bruce offers, typing into his search engine some keywords John spilled in his drunken state. He reads over the runes that pulled up while considering Jason's words. "He gave your contact his name in the same breath as his work. He would unlikely have trusted him that much, so he creates a false name to cover up his street name, which he only gives to customers. His birth name is even less spoken."

"Yeah, I thought the same, so I took the initiative to look at anyone working in his usual areas. Some working girls who answer to me have also asked around. Anyone even remotely matching the description has been tracked down and kept safe, but none were the target. I've even had the others look into it just in case the few corner boys didn't trust Red Hood would be more forthcoming with information. Nothing. Zip. Nada! I'm not an amateur, Bruce. " Jason snarks and Bruce fights off the wave of pride. Of course, his children were able to do all that without him. His kids were incredible at their work.

"No one has seen or heard of Alvin within the industry. If he's a corner boy, he's a private one. Those are the worst because it usually means the clients are crazy powerful and extra careful to not be seen."

Bruce pauses, mind rushing at lightning speed. "Power, not seen and....does this Alvin Draper happen to work on these streets?"

He pulls up a map with various colored dots on it. Bruce had been carefully tracking down where Tim and his Fae had been going through. Tim mainly stayed at the Fae's manor but was allowed to go out to work. One of the reasons Bruce truly believed it was benevolent.

If he ignored the information in the packages, it seemed like Tim was taking some personal time off. His other children surely thought so. They all just laughed at the fact Tim was not about but was still solving the most cases out of all of them.

It was primarily remote work, which Bruce didn't mind. Tim needed a vacation from Red Robin and Wayne Enterprises' CEO.

"Yes!" Jason gasps, leaning towards the map. "How did you find all the targeted areas? My contact said Alvin moved almost every night."

Bruce weighs his options before carefully admitting. "It wasn't my intention to get Alvin's area. I have been tracking a new Fae court that followed these paths."

There was a significant pause before Jason asked with great patience. "There is a what in Gotham?"

"A Fae."

"...Okay, and how long has this been in our city?"

"About two months now."

Jason takes a deep breath. He reaches around Bruce to press the communications line, which he presses four times. At once, the cave is filled with the noise of his children going about their night- either in or out of costume.

All but Tim, since he is still within the Fae's castle. It's a setback that Bruce can't find the castle, even after Tim tells him exactly where it is with coordinates.

He assumes that he, as a human, has no access to the building. Nothing on his computers or tests proves that there is a building there, but Tim swears that's where he's been.

"We have Faes in Gotham. B. has known about them for two months," Jason announces, cutting everyone off. The lines go very silent, and Bruce blinks, confused when he can pick up some anger in his children's silence.

"B?" Dick says in that You better tell me everything right now, old man voice. It's the strangely sickly sweet tone he uses that disguises danger.

Bruce is mystified. Why is he angry? "Two months ago, Tim informed me that a stranger had caught his attention and that he was going undercover. He mostly noticed inconsistencies with his target, but it was only after following the suspect home that he realized the man was not human-"

"Father, are you saying a Fae has Red Robin?" Damian interrupted which is unusual. His youngest almost never does that; he's far too polite and disciplined.

"Yes. He's been in his castle the whole time he's been away."

"Did he eat anything the Fae gave him!?" Duke's cries sounded almost hysterical.

"Yes, he has been there for two months. Tim needed to eat."

"RR has been gone for almost three months, B.!" Harper snaps. She was out as Bluebird for the first time in a while. Her college assignments were really cutting into her hero time.

"Is he okay?" Cullen asks quietly. Bruce had always suspected the lad had a crush on his son, flushing deep red whenever Harper brought him over.

"He is fine. Tim has kept contact with me and seems to be thriving with the Fae. I have been working to get the being to give him back without causing him harm."

"That's what all the research you've been doing lately was about?" Barbara demands.

Bruce squints at the screens where voice lines are beside the images of his children. He doesn't know why but understands that even she is cross with him. "Yes."

"Master Bruce, we will be having a conversation later," Alfred hisses- actually hisses, and Bruce feels cold, hard dread slip down his spine. Oh no. Had he done something wrong again?

Should he not mention his theory that Tim and Alvin are one in the same? Would that make things worse or better?

Jason lets loose a series of swears in Spanish. He leans against the table, pitching his voice loud enough that the rest of the Bats can hear him. "Crude, I think the Fae collects people with the same physical characteristics. Tim and Alvin are known as people of the same height, eye color, age, hair color, and even skin color."

Dick, Damian, Duke, and Harper all swear in their own native tounges, which makes Bruce fight the urge to sink down. Yes, it is better not to mention his other theory of Jason's contact being said, Fae.

Not until he has proof, at least.

"Let me guess." Steph chimes in with a sigh. "Tim followed the Fae because he's pretty."

Bruce remains stubbornly silent, but he thinks that Tim finds the Fae or "Danny" quite handsome. Why else would he spend three paragraphs of his report describing Danny's hair?

"I think we all need to come together to work on this," Dick says next, voice taking charge. Bruce's pride and adoration for the children grow a few notches higher when they all agree without thought.

"Who knows what Tim or Alvin are going through."

Meanwhile, Tim sighed as one of Danny's "hired" help carefully worked out some knots in his back. How long has it been since he had a spa day? Too long. "Was that too rough?"

"No, it's the perfect pressure."

"Wonderful. After we are done here, would you prefer a mud bath or a soothing seaweed wrap?"

"Oh, a mud bath for sure."

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last updated feb 23, 2024

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one shots & drabbles and i can't make you stay (in this broken place) — ( nsfw )  i sin too much to pray for you — no one can believe that one of the most powerful crime lords in the underground world of japan, atsumu miya, is wrapped around the finger of a naive girl like you, but love doesn’t really care about boundaries anyway. take care of you — ( nsfw ) atsumu just wants to give you everything he can offer: an easy job, a brand new car, a baby… wanting was enough (for me, it was enough) — ( sfw ) "He carries your confession home in the to-go box from the diner. It’s heavy, matching the American theme of burgers containing his weight in meat and fries slick with oil and grease. The two of you are walking together, and he wants to ask you, specifically, what did you mean when you told the team you liked me?" paper rings — ( sfw ) the tiffany blue ring box currently resides in the second drawer of his night stand, unceremoniously buried underneath several pairs of calvin klein briefs. when you know, you know — ( sfw ) atsumu considers marriage to be a trap, until he realizes that even a lifetime commitment to you isn’t long enough

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : domesticity with atsumu — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : ex!atsumu seeing you're engaged to oikawa — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : how atsumu says i love you — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : atsumu and you having "non-dates" — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : atsumu's green flags — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : dating atsumu — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : dad!atsumu — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : mastermind inspired — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : atsumu randomly showing you his camera roll — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : in a world of boys, he's a gentleman — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : atsumu as a college interviewer tiktoker — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : husband atsumu using ur purse — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : you're the first person atsumu wants to tell anything to — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : the miya divide — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : girl dad atsumu — ( sfw )

multipart afterglow — ( nsfw ) finding out that his hot supermodel girlfriend is dumping him for some baseball player? that sucks. finding out via her red carpet debut with her new man as her plus one? sucks a bit more. having this happen to him the same day he just lost the last game of the season? yeah, it’s starting to feel like the universe has it out for him at this point, right? but atsumu miya is nothing if not petty, childish, and immature. he’ll get back at her. after all, there’s a secret dating app created by publicists and agents that pair up perfect matches for brightening up any celebrity’s public image. all atsumu has to do is pay a pretty sum of money to convince the media (and mainly his ex) that atsumu miya is still on top of the world and living his best life with the best (albeit, fake) girlfriend ever. unfortunately for him, his perfect match just so happens to be you — his first girlfriend, his highschool sweetheart turned sour, and the first girl who ever broke his heart. you know what they say: when it rains, it pours.

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one shots & drabbles customer satisfaction — ( nsfw ) you go above and beyond for your customers...

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : engaged to oikawa when atsumu's your ex (yikes) — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : ex husband!oikawa still in love with you — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : ice skating au — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : royal au — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : learning about the tradition of giving the first slice of cake to who you love the most — ( sfw )

multipart forever golden — ( nsfw ) everything is going fine: you just graduated with your first degree, you get to work alongside your older brother for the 2021 olympics, and you think now might be the perfect time to finally jumpstart your dating life (atsumu miya certainly seems cute...). there's no time for you to think about torn acls, shattered dreams, and the fact that this was never your original goal in life. and there's certainly no time for you to worry about tooru oikawa, the boy who practically grew up in your house now turned into the man who poses as your team's fiercest competitor. you definitely don't have the free time to remember how he's the first boy who ever had (and subsequently broke) your heart. or that the two of you went from practically joined at the hip to total strangers for the past four years. you don't even bother wondering why he suddenly wants to repair the broken bond between you two, and you totally don't give in to him (except for the times that you do... which is almost all the time).  yeah. everything is going fine.

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one shots & drabbles rapture — ( nsfw ) his tenacity and stamina prove to be a deadly combination indeed. you know you make my cold heart warm with a touch — ( nsfw ) how else can kiyoomi show you how close to his heart he keeps you than by fucking into you so deep, you’re pretty sure you can feel him reaching for yours?

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : how kiyoomi says i love you — ( sfw )

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one shots & drabbles as the world caves in — ( sfw ) they say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. if that’s the case, then that explains why kageyama only sees you.

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   :  kags' act of service — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : tobio craves your attention — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : vampire hunter!reader x vampire!kags — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : he responds to all your texts individually — ( sfw )

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headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : domesticity with iwaizumi — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : shoujo concept with iwaizumi — ( sfw )

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one shots & drabbles it's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender — ( sfw ) you never do get over your first love. / you fell first, he fell harder.

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : domesticity with suna — ( sfw )

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headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : marriage of convenience with ushi — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : underground fighter ushi — ( sfw )

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one shots & drabbles in every universe, it's still you — ( sfw ) in all the universes, in all the different versions of you and kuroo, you’re certain of two things: that he’s always a good person, and that you love him.

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : fake dating au — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : business school academic rivals to lovers — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : kuroo tweet — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : dad!kuroo is the best — ( sfw ) ✩✮   : single!mom reader x kuroo office romance — ( sfw )

multipart get him back! — ( nsfw ) so, in an attempt to get back at your ex - who posted a sex tape of himself cheating on you with your best friend - you decide that you’re going to upload your own film, and it’s going to be even hotter than theirs. you don’t anticipate your class’s teaching assistant being your co-star, especially considering that he’s the one who took your virginity, and after all was said and done, you ran out on him. but there’s no running from him now, especially whenever your tape does better than expected. now, you’re one of the hottest up and coming content creators on the platform, and the cash is too good to let this opportunity go to waste. what starts as a petty revenge scheme results in a lucrative business partnership with three simple rules: profits are split 50/50, all videos remain faceless, and this newfound partnership means absolutely nothing. just because you two fuck on a daily basis does not mean you’re friends, and you’re certainly not lovers. then again, things hardly ever are that simple.

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one shots & drabbles paper rings — ( sfw ) shinsuke kita is a creature of habit.

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : influencer!reader x kita — ( sfw )

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one shots & drabbles xoxo — ( nsfw ) just thinking about recreating the infamous maison margiela kiss button-down shirt for your boyfriend osamu

headcanons & concepts ✩✮   : the miya divide — ( sfw )

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one shots & drabbles everything's blurry but you — ( sfw ) barely in your baby twenties, and you think life is so over for you. then, while at rock bottom, you run into futakuchi, and realize that 1) he’s kinda pathetic, and 2) someone else’s pathetic-ness totally distracts you from your own. so, guess you two are in it together.

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Hello Everyone! This is masterlist #4 (June of 2023!) for the all fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE •••

Valentine's Day | Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. - @nationalharryleague

French Fries | Harry kept glancing at her as he drove. “M’sorry about our date,” he whispered. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” she shrugged and reached over to squeeze his arm while he held the steering wheel. “I had a lovely time.” - @1d1195

Shy | Close | Motherly Love | Don't Leave Me | Mother's Day | ♡ When Harry runs into a perfect stranger at a supermarket, he doesn’t know what to expect. After having been single for over a year and raising Amelia without a mother, dating somebody new feels impossible… that is, until she wins over the heart of his daughter. - @harry-writings

Vogue Beauty Secrets | Actress!Y/N does the Vogue Beauty Secrets video, and Harry decides to help. - @astranva

Gonna be Better in the Morning | Jeff and reader get into a fight and Harry takes Jeff's side. (As always, there is a happy ending with lots of comforts) - @harryhoney-bee

Work of Art | A cute little fluffy artist!Harry piece with a hint of angst! - @nationalharryleague

Update | The Best Present | Harry falls for a mysterious girl from YouTube. - @watchmegetobsessed

When The Levee Breaks | You're a waitress and Harry is being stood up. - @songbirdstyles

Playball | ♡ The reader owns a bakery and hates baseball, but what happens when her town’s bigshot MLB player walks into her bakery and she finds herself catching feelings unaware of his occupation? - @writingsbymarie

The Con Artist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ♡ You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you- he finds it difficult to resist your charms. - @gurugirl

Baby Steps | You’re Harry’s son's therapist, and he isn’t the only one you end up helping. - @enthusiasticharry

Mute | ♡♡ Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n. - @harry-writings

Score and Smash | In which their university holds an annual boy vs girl football match, the highly anticipated game of the year has arrived and Harry and Y/N hate each other just as equally until Y/N is under Harry.

Quid Pro Quo | Another lawyer!Harry. Technically six years before this piece. Enemies to lovers with plenty of angst! - @talesofstyles

Six Months (Part 23) | ♡ Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together? - @fishnets-fingers

2022 : Masterlist #1 , #2 , #3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 2023 : Masterlist #1, 2, 3 (June masterlist would be continued in the next list!)

My official writing account in case you'd like to check out my fics too: @0oolookitsme :)

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Pink Pastels Pt 6

Description: It's time for Gabi's field trip, and wouldn't ya know, you and Miguel are in the same group.

Pt 7

Miguel’s never been a chaperone before. During Gabi’s Kindergarten field trip he was away on a business trip, but this time he made sure to be there, not just because Gabi’s class was going to the zoo, and she loves the zoo, but because of you.

There’s this need to protect you, like an itch beneath his skin. He can’t forget the look of fear on your beautiful face, or the way you clung so tightly to him, desperate and terrified. The crunch of that man’s bones beneath his fists, the fear that ran through your attacker as Miguel tore into him, talons and fangs covered in his blood, crimson drip, drip, dripping down to the pavement below, it was an almost ecstasy.

Your broken and discarded shoes are hidden in the back of his closet, along with your hairband. It’s pathetic, really, the makeshift shrine that’s beginning to form, and he knows that his actions could so easily borderline being creepy, but you’re his. He knows it. You’re meant to be together, and he’s simply showing his devotion.

“Papá, Papá, we’re here.” Gabi tugs on his shirt sleeve, her face lit up with pure, innocent excitement, and he resists the urge to crush her to his chest and never let her go.

“I see, where do you want to go first, Mija?” He asks, adjusting her baseball cap and making sure it’s snug on her head. He doesn’t want her face to get sunburned, but she hates the feeling of sunscreen, so they compromised.

“I want to see the hippos!” She says, bouncing in her seat as she turns to talk with her friends behind her, little, high-pitched voices discussing and debating which animals were the best.

“Mr. O’Hara, here’s your map, and safety packet. I trust you went over the info online ahead of time?” You hand him a manila envelope, smiling brightly at him.

Your hair is down today, the crown of your head covered by a white bucket hat, and you’re wearing jeans with a sage green T-shirt that reads SRE Field trip, in big white block letters. He’s wearing the same, everyone is, to ensure if a child is lost, they can be easily returned to their group.

He takes the packet from you, nodding. “Of course, can’t leave my chaperone partner to do all the heavy lifting.”

You laugh a little at that and continue down the bus aisle, handing out the remaining packets.

He lets Gabi pull him off the bus and is soon swarmed by five first-graders, each one a friend of Gabi’s—she makes friends so easily, something he can’t take credit for.

“Okay everyone has their groups, please stay with your chaperone, and your buddy, don’t go wandering off, and meet back here, at the entrance at three o’clock.” An older teacher says, before she gathers her own group and heads through the zoo gates.

You bend down to face the kids, an excited smile on your face. “Alright, what animal are we seeing first?”

“Hippo!”

“Lion!”

“Monkeys!”

“Seals!”

A chorus of answers rings out, and you turn to Miguel. “Mr. O’Hara? Do you have any suggestions?”

You look so pretty, the sun shining down on you, the casual outfit, the way you tap your finger against your lips in thought, clearly putting on a show for the kids. If he ignores all the others and focuses on only you and Gabi, he can almost imagine this is a family outing, not a field trip.

“Last time I was here, they had snow leopards?” He feigns ignorance, but when your face lights up, he feels that intoxicating shot of dopamine.

Snow leopards are your favorite animal, the one you’ve voiced your desire to go see many times while in the school’s teacher’s lounge. One which has cameras, that Miguel has access to. Obviously.

“They still do, they’re my favorites.” You confirm what he already knows, and the children immediately change their answer to match yours.

“Why don’t we go there first, then if the kids see any animals, they want to visit on the way there we’ll see them afterwards?” He suggests, still acting oh so innocent.

“What do we think? Everyone agrees with Mr. O’Hara?” You ask the children, straightening up and throwing him a smile when they all agree to his plan.

Miguel stands back behind you and the children, watching as you join them up at the glass, helping them read out the informational signs, and marveling over the big cats.

The environment set up for the leopards is lush, full of greenery and stone. Perches and outcroppings meant to mimic their homelands, and mounds of snow that they seem to disappear into, reappearing with a flash, causing Gabi and her friends to jump back in surprise then burst into giggles.

You soon join him, your arms tucked behind your back as you watch your students. “I think this is one of my favorite days of the year. I know it’s stressful, and tiring but seeing how excited they all are, just really makes me happy.”

“Gabi loves the zoo, we come here every year on her birthday.” He tells you, desperate to include you in their life, if only through shared pieces of personal information. “I’ve got all the photos in my office, my coworkers’ joke that by the time I retire I’ll have half my office wall covered.”

“I used to go to the aquarium when I was a kid, there’s something about standing underneath those giant tanks, with the way the light plays through the water—it’s breathtaking.”

You’re breathtaking. He wants to say, but he doesn’t. Instead, he says, “I know the feeling.”

You smile shyly at him, and for a moment he’s back on the side of your building, watching you through your window. He didn’t intend to be there, to watch you, he only wanted to ensure you were okay. You were fast asleep, hair askew, in a soft looking oversized t-shirt, the moonlight dancing across your peaceful face.

He couldn’t tear himself away, enraptured by the sight.

You let out a huff, and in his peripheral, he spies the name on your phone. Todd.

He hates Todd.

“Everything okay?” He asks carefully, his eyes on Gabi.

“Yes, sorry, just some personal issues, nothing serious.” You say quickly, sliding your phone into your pocket.

“Ms. Y/N, can we go see the hippos now?” One of Gabi’s friends, Emma, comes up to you, looking up at you with big blue eyes, her hand tugging at your shirt.

“Is that what everyone else wants to see?” You ask, gaze sweeping over the other children.

“Yes.” Emma says confidently, running off in the direction of the large animals, Gabi following closely behind.

“Girls!” You call out, looking from them to the others.

“Go, I’ll bring the others.” He reassures you.

You take off after them, and he gathers the remaining four children, who huddle around him like ducklings.

“Is Ms. Y/N mad? She looked mad.” One of the little boys—Tony, named after the Avenger or a family member, Miguel isn’t sure—asks him, chewing on his bottom lip.

This is that Tony, Gabi’s told him about this boy, how he’s very nice, and funny, but gets scared easily. She likes him, maybe not in a way she yet understands, or that Miguel is ready for, but if his baby girl has to have a crush on anyone, an easily scared little boy isn’t the worst.

“She’s probably mad at her dumbass boyfriend.” Dahlia, a girl he can tell is from the Bronx by her thick accent, speaks up, and it’s all he can do to keep from laughing at the scandalized look on Tony’s face.

“Don’t tell Ms. Y/N I said a bad word, but that’s what I’ve heard Ms. Melissa call him.” She says quietly when she sees Tony’s face.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He promises.

“Gabi’s right, you are the coolest.” Dahlia says, grabbing his hand and swinging it back and forth as they walked.

The coolest? He wanted to run ahead and scoop his daughter into his arms, she thought he was the coolest.

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[lv-iceprince]

DAD SEUNGMIN PLS🥺💕 loved the hyunlix one!!!!

ahhhh thank you thank you for requesting! it's people like you who make it a joy to write! ye ye ye

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🤎🐾 puppy love~ seungmin as a dad

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*~alexa play higher by albert posis~*

🐻you know the feeling when you’re just so in love that your braincells cease up. yeah that's seungmin the pussy drunk guy who was still shocked at the news of the pregnancy like he wasn't the one who knocked you up even though you just had sex two weeks ago

🐻it's the seungmin way to flash the brightest smile even though he is just confused, and that is literally the mood the entire time he is a dad, he mightn't get it sometimes but he'll just go along with it

🐻is somehow the most prepared person in the entire universe even though he pretty much just sits there being himself, don't question it

🐻everything was unexpected, yet he was still so unbelievably stoked to even have a baby with you. he was and still is such a sentimental guy when it comes to his relationship with you and his love and admiration for you and your relationship keeps growing regardless of whether you were pregnant or not

🐻but on that note he thinks you're absolutely glowing these days and seeing you like that makes him the proudest husband or husband to be and he would definitely be the type to make you feel more at home around his family and creating a happy life and vibes for you and your baby

🐻he definitely doesn't see your baby as a pet, that would be terrible but he 100% was the one to keep insisting that he gets to choose their name. it's.... different but in the sweetest way possible so imagine this, meeting seungmin you were absolutely whipped by his wit and intelligence and you knew that dates with him would be memorable and in this case the first 12 dates were so unique and creative in the way that you did the same thing each time

🐻you would receive a text to say the was having a day off and that he wanted to go out, you'd wait for him to meet you on the corner of the dorm rooms and once he was in sight he'd give a cheerful wave and you'd proceed to walk to his favourite park and once you were there you would talk about anything on your mind as he nudged the rocks with his feet until he found a pretty one to give it to you just so you could go and skip it across the water

🐻 which makes sense that he pushed the name beomseok which simply means "pattern of a rock"

🐻repeat after me, seungmin definitely doesn't think your baby is the same species as kkami or berry but seungmin happily passed down his puppy boy role to beomseok and dress him up in cute costumes just to spam his entire list of contacts with photos

🐻everyone will know what beomseok looks like, they could pick him out of a crowd thanks to seungmin's monthly updates

🐻every day is a dream because 9 times out of 10 you are waking up to both of your boys smiling brightly. the boys actually get the harsh version of seungmin if they knew seungmin would become this soft during fatherhood they would have adopted many many kids

🐻his kid pops up everywhere and i mean everywhere : on an ad for diapers, skz-talker, music videos, on stage. home boy has a cute ass kid and he lets the whole world know, home boy also has the contacts to make that happen plus your child is a natural entertainer

🐻father-son baseball games whether that means attending games in matching jerseys or actually playing in the backyard

🐻side note- since he was so excited to actually play baseball with his son he definitely set his expectations too high thinking they immediately knew what to do when the ball was flying towards him aka he has totally thrown the ball at his kids head

🐻everyday you hear a lil wahhhhhhhhh from the kitchen, peak seungmin noises as he does a cute little jog around the house trying to escape your sons needy cuddles

🐻seungmin's energy is 1000% contagious so now you are gifted with not one but two seungmin's

🐻oh my god, this kid has everything that they could ever dream of and though you play a part in getting that to happen seungmin is a huge part of why their room is so cozy and comfortable, the brown and orange fairy-tale autumn tones all year around, the plush bears-he gets all cliché too with having mama, papa and baby teddy bears

🐻he definitely gives off the energy of the dad who walks his kid to school and even though he's rushing to get them there on time he's the one getting distracted by a random squirrel or the bug beomseok found

🐻different idol but this is literally dad seungmin and i'm screaming

🐻lastly, dad seungmin is like a calm family vacation at the beach where you huddle under the jetty building sandcastles, collecting sea shells and swimming until it gets dark, he is gentle, fun, meaningful, entertaining, a sense of strong support but most importantly he is yours

[chbnews]

DAILY NEWS 5/30/24

Updates/Announcements

Cecil and Pollux in the infirmary for accidentally eating glue

I announce that Chiron officially knows what rizz means (it only took him like a month )

Game Winnings

Baseball game hosted by cabin 6 won by chain 19

Cabin 20 wins soccer match hosted by cabin 13

Drama

Chiron called Nico a “Skibidi rizzler” and Will almost died laughing

Thanks for reading - 🦜Alice Miyazawa🦜

[thatone-brightstar]

More than all the stars (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader) (The Bear & The Fox Series)

Chapter 2: Heavy is the head 'n all that

Words: 4.9k

summary: Carmy gets a visit from an old friend/ you offer Richie a fresh new start.

a/n: Hiii, i know i took my sweet time to update this but i did have some fun stuff to write for kinktober (link here! if you haven't read that) and it truly helped to regain my creativity to continue this bad boy so here ya go!

remember reblogs and comments are the way to show appreciation for your favorite creators and lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected, in the shower, fluff and smut, oral sex (male receiving), cock warming if you squint

Chapter 1.

Carmy’s hand holds a gentle yet firm grip on yours as you scout the various colorful stands selling all sorts of produce along the busy street. Despite the restaurant being closed for a few weeks now, the routine seemed hard to break and you had both woken up early enough to catch the market. Between coffee scented clouds and the murmur of conversation, you stroll alongside Carmen, stopping at every few booths to check out the products and take the vendors information for future deliveries. Though not buying as much as you usually would for The Beef, it felt nice to buy your groceries directly from the source. 

“So what did Marge say about Ava’s classes?” He asks in your direction, distracted by the crate of shiny tomatoes occupying the sidewalk.

“Oh, I think her words were ‘anything for your little niece, my sweet’.” You answer back in a terrible imitation of an english accent. 

“Your little niece, huh?” He adds with a smirk, taking a sip from the tea filled travel cup in his other hand.

“Alright, chill-” You reply with a similar smile. “It’s for Ava.”

You stop and let go of his hand to pick out a box of cherries and pull cash from your bag to pay. Carmy notices the bag starting to fill up and takes the handles off your shoulder, swinging it over his own and threading his fingers through yours once again. He pulls up your hand to place a warm peck on it, raising a red on your face that almost matched the cherries. 

From your point of view, the morning sun casts a brilliant glow over the baseball hat hiding his untamed  hair. Little specks of gold dance along his barely  untrimmed jaw and another blush sparks over your features as the image of you kissing his stubble pops into your head. 

“D’you think it’d be weird if I gave Richie my mom’s number?” You voice your thoughts suddenly. 

He turns to you with a puzzled expression. “And the thought came to you because…?”

You shrug and redirect your attention back to the rows of polished apples beside you. “Dunno. I just- I don’t think she’s ever gone out with anyone since well… y’know.”

Carmy nods his head slowly in a way that shows he understands and doesn’t pressure you to over explain. “And you wanna start with Richie?” He jokes instead. 

“C’mon he’s not a bad guy. And he’s not bad lookin’ either… he just needs a push.” 

A low mumble from his direction makes you turn your head and you almost don’t hear him whisper against the lid of his cup. “If you like stupid  Richie so much, why don’t you fuckin’ marry ‘em…”

You laugh at his words, joyful and warm, and shove him softly with your elbow.  “I meant, that it’d be nice to see them happy...” Your eyes wander up to him again, only to find his already darting over your face, a sweet smile set in place. “To have something like this. Don’t you think?”

Carmy lets go of your hand to throw his arm over your shoulder and pull you in even closer while another giggle blooms over your chest. 

“I think that’s a great idea.” He whispers near your ear. “Your mother’s definitely the push Richie could use.”

Once your bag is too full to keep cramming stuff in and you’ve swept the streets multiple times, you finally make your way out. There’s a tiny old lady in a small booth by the edge selling colorful bouquets that you almost don’t notice. But he does and stops beside it, quickly handing her the money with a shy smile and picking out the one with the most Carnations on it.

“Here.” He says  and leans down to peck your cheek. 

You flush and whisper a sweet ‘thank you’, cradling the delicate buds between your free hand and your chest.  Even in the cold breeze surrounding you, the heat radiating off you is enough to keep you warm all the way home.

**********

He had not known a second of peace after dropping you off at the gallery that morning. Between deep cleaning and crunching numbers with Nat, Carmy’s head felt like it was splitting in two. 

“Jesus fuck…” He mumbles, pinching tightly between his brows in hopes that it dissipates the incoming migraine. “I swear we can’t catch a fuckin’ break.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t make my day either-“ She answers back sarcastically. “We’re gonna need someone to come get it tested-“

“Tested for what?” Richie interrupts, hand pointing to the same spot on the wall where the siblings are staring. 

“For fucking rabies- mold Richard,  what do you think-“

“-You’re makin a storm out of nothin’ Nat-“

“It’s not nothing, it’s mold-” 

“Mold is just a trigger word, okay-“

“Shut the fuck up and let me think.” Carmy speaks louder than intended, the sound vibrating in his skull and making him wince. 

He takes a deep breath then rises his head up again. 

“Yeah- yeah I think we’re gonna need to call someone for that. Check how much it’s gonna be?” He asks his sister, who only rolls her eyes  and nods, turning away. 

“Cousin c’mon, I can totally fix that shit-“

“Cousin-“

“-I just need some sealant and-“

“Cousin-“

“-good as fuckin’ new-“

“Richie!” He shouts and shuts his eyes at the shutter in his head. “Just… let an expert do it, alright?”

He watches as his cousin opens his mouth to respond, then instead closes it and raises his hands in surrender, muttering a soft ‘alright, fine.’ 

“Oh, that reminds me, I gotta go pick up Ava and drop her at your girl’s class. Need anythin’ while I’m gone?” 

Carmy shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose once again, a habit often repeated and confirmed by the tender ache on his nose bridge. “No, we’re good. Still can’t do much without the fuckin’ permits.” He mutters back.

“ Did Jimmy get back to you on that?”

“Not since you asked this morning…” His voice sounds irritated, but it has more to do with the pulsing in his head. 

Richie only nods and despite wanting to, doesn’t keep pushing it. He instead only throws a ‘call me if you need anythin’ and quickly exits through the patched up front door, washing Carmy in yellow afternoon rays before it quickly closes and he's back to the fluorescent blue.

With the silence of the empty restaurant, he allows himself a second to breathe, even falling heavily on one of the few dust covered stools that haven’t been taken down to storage yet. Carmy pulls a cigarette from the fresh package in his back pocket and lights it, taking a deep drag that instantly numbs out the start of a headache. While he takes another deep drag, he pulls out his phone where your text sits under a reminder to ‘call the fucking fridge guy, carmy <3’ from his sister. 

There’s another rattle from the door and he rolls his eyes, typical of his cousin to forget something when he was probably too far away to come back, so he doesn’t even bother to turn around. Instead he presses the call button and waits, leg shaking impatiently over the footrest and camouflaging the steps moving closer to him. 

“Hey…” He hears once the call sends him to voicemail and the delicate tube in his hand almost breaks at the filter. The familiar voice crashes over his back and drowns him instantly in freezing water. “...I’m looking for a Ms. Carmen Berzatto?”

**********

For the first time in weeks, the gallery finally seemed to fall into its usual serene pace. Winter vacation was over and your classes had begun filling up again- with children retelling the tales of the places they visited while out of the city. Marjorie had informed you that morning that word of mouth had followed its course since the charity event and six more kids would be joining you in a few days, and now you had more easels to put together before the weekend.

The small plastic screw falls off your hand for the second time and you groan up to the ceiling before picking it up. The easels came with too many small pieces to count and the fact that you still had four more to finish in the back, did not help with the overall mood. As you place the screw back into the little hole and press the screwdriver against the head, it pops to the side and goes bouncing off out of your view.

While you crouch down and pull your hair back to try and see if it’s anywhere close, the entrance bell signals a new arrival, and the excited steps that follow have you straightening back up. ‘Is it five o'clock already?’ you think and instinctively run your hands down the paint hardened apron, as if that’ll make it seem more presentable. A relaxed breath calms you down at the familiar sound of Richie’s voice calling you from the front.

“Back here!” You call out and begin to group up all the scattered screws you can find for a day where each piece won’t make you want to cry.

“There’s our Michelangelo!” He belts out as soon as he spots you, extending one long arm to his side, while the other is taken hostage by a small little thing cradling a Bluey backpack. 

Once he’s close enough, the extended arm hooks over your shoulders and pulls you to his chest, placing a chaste kiss over your hair. ‘okay-’ is all you can say and push him away  lightly once he’s already letting you go.

“Again- thank you for this-” Richie groans slightly while carefully placing Ava on the floor in front of him, his hands on her shoulders swallowing up her small frame. “She promised to be on her bestest behavior, right Ava?” She nods shyly.

It’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. He’s being tender and kind, and has spoken more than five words without wedging a single ‘fuck’ into the sentence. You can say you’re impressed, though the feeling soon turns sour- like the many times you’ve been a spectator to a loving father/ daughter duo. Richie’s rubbing his thumb softly over her cherry cheeks and even though it’s a simple action that shouldn’t arise anything, the uncomfortable knot in your throat still takes its place. 

From his kneeled position, he can see the various pieces of chunky plastic laying astray and he signals with his head in its direction. 

“New exhibition or somethin’?” 

You clear your throat quickly and wipe the beginning of your sweaty palms on the back of your shirt, embarrassed that you may have been caught staring.

“Uh, no actually. Just some fuc-un-” You correct yourself instantly when your eyes flicker to the small child. “-some fun easels I have to assemble for the new kids.”

“Let me help you-” He’s quick on his feet, already picking up the screwdriver before you get a chance to decline.

“No, leave it- it’s fine. I’ll try again tomorrow… plus, don’t you have to head back to The Beef?”

He only shrugs and takes off his jacket, then begins to count the number of holes on the plastic and pulls out the same number of screws.

“Can’t do much without permits. And you look like you could use the help.”

You crack your locked knuckles as you watch him work, still considering rejecting the offer. But he joins together more pieces in those ten minutes than you have in half an hour, and who are you to reject a man searching for purpose? Instead, you take Ava’s bag from her and lead her to one of the newer stations before the rest of the kids arrive.

“Thank you.” You offer with a small smile in his direction, right before the bell rings again and more hurried footsteps echo in your direction. 

“If you’re still feeling charitable, there’s four more in the back-” You add in a hurry and shrug apologetically at the stunned look over his face. “You offered to help…”

Richie ended up staying through the whole lesson. Wandering every few minutes behind his daughter’s station, arms folded with the screwdriver still in hand and contemplating the canvas like the world’s most respected critic. It took him the whole hour and a half to finish assembling all the easels and only had plastic wrap to pick up by the time the last kid left. 

Ava sat happy in your rolling chair, sugar-free cookie crumbs sprinkled around her face and paint stained fingers.

“Isn’t that shit toxic?” Richie asks through a concerned face as he bent down to pick up the last of the trash.

You also turn in her direction and shrug, cleaning your own hands with a rag. “Not really, we buy non-toxic for finger painting. It was easier than asking them to stop licking it off…” He only nods at your response- but not fully convinced- sends Ava to wash her hands a second time.

“Thanks again for the help.” You call out with a nod in his direction, then bite your lip. 

You don’t know what to say or how to bring it up, only left staring at him as your mouth opens and closes, popping the bubble wrap in your hands. “Hey, Richie?” 

He turns, brows raised. ‘There’s no turning back now’.

“Have you tried uh… y’know, dating after Ava’s mom?”

“Listen kid, you know I love ya, but Carmy’s family and-” You roll your eyes and throw the trash in his direction, barely missing his head.

“Not like that, dumbass!” You scold with an amused smile. “I just thought- god this is so fuckin’ weird- here.”

Richie’s expression is puzzled, eyes darting between the contents of your outstretched hand and your own flushed face. He reaches towards it and when he finally takes it, your hand retrieves back to your body and crosses over your chest.

“And this is…?”

“It’s my mother’s number… I know you kinda got a thing for her.” You wave your hand in the air when it looks like he’s about to contradict your statement. “C’mon dude, I have eyes, ‘kay? ’m not blind. A bit grossed out, but not blind.” You admit the last part only to yourself.

The silence breaks with the sound of soft steps on the stairs and an enthusiastic rendition of ‘shake it off’. Richie folds the small paper and buries it securely in his jacket pocket, clearing his throat in the process.

“She likes white wine but not the sweet kind, salsa- both food and the dance- and don’t even mention Celia Cruz or she’ll never shut up about her.” You rush through as the little steps move closer to the back.

“Thanks.” He mumbles back, then a slight grin forms over his face. “So does that make me your dad now?” He teases and you groan, rolling your eyes for the third time in less than two hours.

 “Don’t make me regret it- and don’t make it weirder, okay?!”

Your phone rings from inside the apron before he has a chance to bicker back and a smile grows on your face at the caller ID. 

“Hey Carm, ready for later?” You turn away from Richie, who cleans the crumbs off Ava’s face before swinging her bag over his shoulder and waving goodbye.

There’s a few silent seconds on the other line, then a heavy sigh travels through the phone and perches over your chest. “Uh, yeah about that…”

“Oh no…” You interrupt before he even has the chance to explain.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry-” He begins and you can hear the shuffling on the other side. You can almost picture him running his hand through his already messy hair and staring up at the ceiling as if he’ll find all of life’s answers there. “I’ll explain at home but right now I gotta stay later.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just reschedule and see if they can show us the place another day.” Your voice sounds reassuring, though all that’s running through your head is the lightweight promise he made a few days back.

“Yes-okay, great.” Carmy answers rushed, not catching the slight disappointment in your tone. “This is turning out way more difficult than I thought.” He mumbles against the mic.

“Well, y'know ‘heavy is the head’ ‘n all that.” Your smile grows nervous as you try lightening the mood but only a distracted half sigh, half laugh follows a second later.

He clears his throat and rushes through his words again. “Listen, don’t make dinner. I’ll buy us somethin’ on the way home, okay?”

“Yeah, sure… see you at home.” 

**********

The train ride home bombards your thoughts with a little guilt. You couldn’t help the slight disappointment ringing in your ears from the failed promise. Then you remember how hard he’s been working lately- or since you’ve known him really- and you feel foolish for letting such a small thing get to you. 

So once you arrive home, instead of dinner, you round up the few candles you brought with you and place them strategically around the small bathroom. Then you do your best to scrub the paint out from under your fingernails and strip into nothing but the soft fluffy blue robe he gave you on Christmas. Once you see the short ‘omw’ text, you begin to light the candles, praying they won’t burn the place down, and entertain yourself by arranging the Carnations from that morning in a little vase you made at the gallery. ‘I should give it a friend’ 

The muffled jingle of keys cuts your train of thought short, followed by his footsteps and a heavy sigh once he shuts the door and takes his coat off.

“Babe?” 

“In the kitchen!” You call back and bite your lip in anticipation, quickly rearranging the robe so your collarbone is a little more exposed.

“What? No- I brought dinner…” His tone dies down once he spots you around the corner, take out bag weighing down from his outstretched arm.

“‘M not making dinner.” You answer with a soft smile and keep your attention on the flowers sitting beside you on the counter. 

His gaze shamelessly runs along your bare legs, crossed in a way that exposes all the way up to your upper thigh but no more than that. You take your time to finish trimming the rest of the stems, then push the vase to the side and swing your legs to hop off the counter. The movement seems absolutely graceful to him and he can’t do anything but lean against the wall to regain his balance as you move closer to him.

You hold on to the sides of his torso and stand up on your toes to kiss his lips sweetly. You wanted it to be a quick teasing kiss, but his hand wraps around your back immediately and presses your chests together. He sighs against your mouth, the ‘thump’ of the bag hitting the floor vibrates in the room and soon both his arms circle you close. 

Your hands cling to his broad shoulders and your toes drag along the floor as he lifts you lightly and moves deeper into the room. The simple movement makes your head swoon with  love.

“...missed you.” He mumbles between kisses down your cheek and buries his face in the crook of your neck, sighing again.

“Hard day?”

He only nods, too occupied with the kisses he leaves on your exposed skin. You place another on his hair and peel yourself away slowly, hands still tight over his. 

“C’mon.” You whisper and nod deeper into the apartment.

His brow creases with questions he doesn’t ask, instead following behind you silently into the room. The usual white tiles glow yellow with the tiny dancing flames, Carmy’s eyes instantly catch on to the flickering shadows and take his breath away. When you turn to him, his eyes are wide and soft, with the small specks of the candle wicks glistening inside them. Your hand lets go of his to run a tender finger over a smudge on his cheek, while the other begins to undo the knot on your robe.

He’s motionless. The only sign of movements come from the slight bob of his Adam’s apple and the way his eyes constantly drag down to your chest before he pulls them back up. 

“I wanna help you relax…” Your voice is sweet, barely above a whisper and drowned out by the sound of the soft fabric cascading down your body and pooling around your feet. “Can I?” 

All he can do is nod, transfixed by the way your tan skin glows almost golden in the flickering lights. He lets you pull the white shirt over his head, then while he finishes undressing, you turn the water on and watch as the steam starts invading the empty space. Carmy’s hands caress the sides of your hips and little kisses spark the goosebumps on your shoulder, but once you’re both fully inside, you wiggle away from his touch and turn to face him again.

“I’m taking care of you.” You repeat, and grab his biceps to push him deeper into the streaming water.

You let it fall over his head until the locks grow a shade darker and most of them lose their bounce, then you turn the water down and reach for your scented shampoo.

“Turn ‘around for me?.” You request while you lather the soap on your hands.

Carmy rolls his eyes and gives you a toothy grin, but obliges anyway. You can see his shoulders instantly relax as your fingers tread through the curls, nails raking gently over his scalp in a rhythmic motion that has his neck losing a hold of his head and tipping it towards the cold tile. A smug smile covers your face, wet strands of hair decorating your cheeks, and you even make an effort to continue the gentle movements even after the bubbles have disappeared.

Instead of washing it away, you bring the massage down to his neck, thumbs pressing insistently over the numerous knots you find on your way down. He’s no different than the clay you’ve been experimenting with at work, you offer him as much tenderness and dedication as you would any other work of art.

The soft sounds of his breathing mix with the thin stream of water rushing over your bodies. You didn’t even notice how close you’ve moved to him until your breath bounces back to your cheeks. You take the chance to place little wet kisses along his spine as your fingers dig into the muscles of his back and the shudder he breathes out makes the taste of shampoo on your lips completely worth it. You press them to his warm skin again and again as your hands work down his spine and to the pretty dimples decorating the bottom of it. 

By the time your movements have ceased, both of your breathing is struggling with need.

You use the last bit of control in your voice to call his name. “Carmy…” It’s almost silent, but the plea in your tone is enough to make him turn to you.

The sight of his blown out pupils and the way his hair darkens his face is enough to make you come on the spot. Without hesitation, you gently drape your arms over his puffing chest, raking your nails over it as you pepper kisses in a messy line down. Your knees fall over the tile with a soft slap that resonates in the quiet room.

“Fuck-” Carmen blows out, eyes fixated on how fucking good you look on your knees for him. 

Your need is too strong to tease him, instead you take his already hard cock in your hand and start giving it a few soft pumps without losing his stare. 

“Will you let me take care of you?” You ask again in a sultry voice. The water droplets have accumulated over your lashes and your wet hair cascades over your shoulders, making you look ethereal in Carmy’s eyes and all he can do is nod and sigh when you kiss the tip.

His hand flies up to grip the slick tiles when you finally wrap your lips around his girth and take him fully into your mouth. The rhythm is slow and torturous as you pull moan after groan from the depths of his chest, until he grows too impatient and his hips begin to buck forward into your mouth.

“That’s it baby, that’s it… oh fuck.” Carmy whispers words of encouragement that travel straight to your aching pussy. He groans into the side of his extended arm, but only for a short second, because he can’t dare to take his eyes off you any longer than that.

Each sound he makes pushes your movements faster and each slurp and drag of your tongue makes him groan even deeper, it’s a vicious cycle of obscene sounds that neither of you want to break. Through hooded eyes, he spots your other hand dragging into the inside of your parted thighs and he thinks he might come just from that alone. 

With a few more bobs of your head, you pull him out with a soft ‘pop’ and he takes the chance to catch his breath, before leaning down, hooking his hands under your arms and pulling you up to him in one swift motion.

In a second, your feet are up and off the floor and the cold contrast of the tiles on your hot back brings chills over your excited skin. He latches onto your lips in seconds, one hand cradling your cheek while the other wraps tightly around your waist. Your legs circle his hips with strength as he rubs his stiff erection between your thighs.

“You like sucking my cock, huh?” He whispers in a shaky breath while his hips grind incessantly over your slick cunt. “Look how fuckin’ wet you got. You gonna let me take care of you now, baby?”

He pulls his hand from your face and readjusts his arms around your thighs so he has a better grip on you, but doesn’t slip in yet. Instead he drags the length along your folds and watches you whine and squirm with want between his arms.

“Yes, Bear, take care of me please. I need you.” His cock jolts at your words and the neediness behind them is enough teasing for him.

He slips right in, like coming home, and wastes no time in pulling back out to set a rapid pattern that has your breasts bouncing in his face. Carmy buries his mouth by your neck, dragging his teeth down to your chest and back up, leaving crescent shaped bruises that you’ll probably have to cover with makeup tomorrow. Right now though, he doesn’t care, he’s proud of them and how they represent that you’re truly and wholeheartedly his.

“You’re fuck-ing me so good.” A string of mewls falls from your lips at the mixture of sensations and your nails dig firmly into his shoulders to help ground you back. 

But Carmy’s hips snap up continuously to a spot he’s learnt you like, making your head fall heavy over his shoulders. You’re gasping for air with each stroke and drag of his cock, unable to regain strength in your neck to look up at his eyes. 

“Yeah?” He whispers near your ear, erupting shivers along the skin his breath caresses as he continues railing into you. “And you’re takin’ me like such a good girl.” His movements are too fast for you to keep up with your hips, so all you do is take it, and happily so.

“C’mon baby, come f’me yeah?” 

You’re too high to listen to his words, but your body reacts on command as the tension in your navel snaps and a guttural moan rips your throat open. Carmy follows close behind you, groaning into the side of your neck and pressing you impossible closer to his heaving chest.

As the bliss dissipates into tiny waves, you reach up to his clean locks. He answers back with another soft kiss.

“Can we stay like this?” He asks timidly into your skin. 

You smile at the sudden softness and reach down to fully turn the water off. “Don’t you wanna finish showering first? or… pull out?”

Carmy answers with a soft ‘no.’. You expect him to let you down so you can both dry yourselves at least, but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses you securely to his chest again and makes his way out of the shower. 

You squeal and press your thighs hard around his own when he leans down to blow out the candles, one by one, in fear that he may drop you. A relaxed laugh vibrates in his chest and joins your nervous giggle as he manages the task flawlessly.

“See, I got you.” He says with a proud smile- one that crinkles the sides of his eyes and makes him look boyish and carefree- as he carries you to the warm bed.

‘I know you do' You think to yourself all night, wrapped in the safety of his arms.

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne , @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha , @yum-yahgurt , @pussy-f41ry , @kirakombat , @redsakura101 , @hobisunshine13 , @feyhunter78 and that's it lmao

[riki-shenanigans]

what the enha members would do on their school computers 🤓 💻 📚

ALSO HELLO?? THEIR NEW RELEASE IS SO FREAKING GOOD. 😵 I literally needed this in my life. we fr starting the week off RIGHT

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heeseung

- he’s def one of those people that bring a whole ass headset, mouse & mousepad to school

- he also knows all the commands to switching tabs and stuff like that

- he’s just a true gamer fr

- he plays the nyt sudoku with jay

- he also tries to help jake with the wordle but he mostly just types in gibberish hoping that it’s a word 😄

- him and ni-ki compete against each other in slope and try to get the highest score

- he’s really good at geometry dash and has passed all the levels

- he downloaded a sketchy vpn for the school laptop so he can play LoL and fortnite 😈

- one time an admin came up behind him and jump scared him while he was playing fortnite though

- he got his laptop taken away and he had to do all his assignments on paper for a week 😔

- but dw he downloaded the vpn again once he got a new computer

- in their shared minecraft server, heeseung always goes exploring with ni-ki

- they always fight any mob.. including hitting the villagers (they laugh so hard)

- he loves watching game hacks on youtube

- he’s prob really good at google snake

- he has played every mode and it’s just his go-to game

- him and ni-ki regularly try to beat each others wpm’s on monkey type (heeseung normally wins)

- he also loves playing basketball stars

jay

- for some reason he bought a laptop case for his school computer LOL

- he’s on his second computer though cuz he accidentally broke his first one tryna fold it into tablet mode..

- I think he would have all his bookmarks and files organized nicely

- he likes nyt games like jake but he mostly plays connections, the mini, and the sudoku

- he takes a really long time on the sudoku’s cuz he refuses to use autocomplete

- he LOCKS IN with sudoku and gets annoyed when heeseung gets it before him

- he won’t pay the subscription for the crossword though LOL

- jay is always mining & crafting in minecraft, as well as trading with the villagers

- he either watches cooking videos or game strategies on youtube

- he also loves minesweeper cuz he saw ni-ki playing it and decided to try it (he hasn’t looked back since)

- he would prob play poker unblocked against randos online

- occasionally he can convince everyone to play 8ball pool too!!

- google solitaire is one of his og games fr

- OH and he’d def have a chess.com account that he’s had since like 2016

- he’s super good and can beat most of the bots

jake

- him and ni-ki were prob fooling around one time and now his laptop screen is super cracked and on the top corner u can literally see the inside of the laptop

- his wallpaper is def layla

- he plays the most nyt games out of all the members

- he plays all the ones involving spelling like the wordle, the spelling bee, and the letter boxed

- he tries to convince the others to play but no one wants to (cuz he just has too big of an advantage lol) 😞

- he’s completed every fireboy and watergirl level with ni-ki (in every version too)

- btw he’s watergirl DUH 😛

- jake is def just playing with the animals in minecraft (he has a whole pack of wolves)

- but he also accompanies jay in mining and heeseung and ni-ki during their adventures

- he’s the only one that plays the pbs kids games but it’s ok cuz ANYTHING FOR THE WILD KRATT BROTHERS 🔥🙏💯

- he prob watches gaming streams on youtube and has the funniest reactions

- he would also watch those building a primitive house in the woods with sunghoon HAHA

- every year that there’s the fifa world cup, him and ni-ki are always updated and they watch the matches during class (learning can wait)

- him and ni-ki prob play baseball 9 during boring ass lectures

- no DOUBT he plays subway surfers LMAOO

sunghoon

- first thing he does when he opens his school computer is look at himself in the reflection of the black screen LOL

- he has to make sure his hair is looking good (it always is)

- just to fool the others, he switches the letter keys on his keyboard LMAO

- he’s def one of those students that doesn’t have anything bookmarked or organized and just types in the name of the website everytime he needs it

- the only nyt game he plays is tiles because it’s so rewarding for him when he finishes it perfectly

- he’ll get really mad if he messes up his streak though

- he starts playing run 3 cuz of jungwon

- (although it takes him awhile to complete the stages)

- sunghoon wears the default steve skin in minecraft and proud of it 😜

- he willingly collects resources for everyone

- like mining with jay and jake

- and chopping down trees for sunoo’s builds

- sometimes he gets bored and just moves around the items in the chests over and over again

- he is mesmerized by the youtube primitive house building videos and the channel.. when he found out they were fake he was devastated LMAO

- he’ll always watch kdramas with sunoo on pirating websites too ☺️

- google pacman is prob his fave game

- sometimes he plays temple run and jake always tries to tell him that subway surfers is better

sunoo

- I bet he decorates his laptop with cute stickers hehe

- he loves taking pictures with the other members on the laptop camera

- he will make short vlogs on the camera too!!

- I think he’d have a pretty google wallpaper with all those cool google extensions

- his favorite game is probably papa’s scooperia and is amazing at remembering which customers ordered which order

- sunoo is always building those aesthetic cottages in minecraft

- he def has those pretty texture packs

- he makes everyone stop what they’re doing while he gives a tour of his builds

- he loves watching mukbang vids on youtube

- him and ni-ki are the only ones that play roblox on the school computer LOL

- he’s literally the highest level in dress to impress‼️sunoo don’t come to play.

- sunoo is the one who finds all the pirating websites 💀

- everytime one gets taken down or blocked he just finds another one HELP

- school can’t get in the way of watching new kdrama eps that come out 🙄

- he probably goes online shopping and browsing a lot

- always adding to the cart but never actually buying anything (so real for that)

- OMG he would totally play the cupcake 2048 game too

jungwon

- he’s the only member who was able to keep one laptop throughout the whole year (the other members are prob on their second or third laptop)

- he prob has group tabs for every subject

- he has organized bookmarks like jay but he def overdoes it and has bookmark GROUPS with groups inside of those groups

- he always locks in for blooket and is millions ahead of the others at the end LOL

- he plays the nyt strands even though he doesn’t understand what the words means 😭

- he just connects random letters and can somehow figure it out..

- he’s really good at run 3 and has all the characters!!!

- he also got sunghoon onto it

- jungwon has those super realistic but also creepy minecraft packs

- everyone freaks out when they see his screen

- he also has the alex skin by accident but he lowkey fucks w it

- he doesn’t mind cheating sometimes with the admin commands 😉

- jungwon ALWAYS plays smoothed brown noise during class cuz he said it helps him focus..

- he got everyone else hooked on it though and everyone expects him to play it

- he prob watches youtube shorts on the school computer 😭😭

- he always has cookie clicker open

- he made a chess.com account to play with jay even though he always loses

- sometimes he wins without realizing the genius play he made and surprises both jay and himself

- he gets really anxious about getting caught using his phone at school so he plays the computer ver of the watermelon game 😇

- he prob plays motox3m a lot too

- he’s GOATED at flappy bird btw

ni-ki (riki)

- first of all, he MOST DEFINITELY has those obnoxious looking big-ass custom mouse cursors LMAO

- and his computer is literally never charged and he has to ask the other members to borrow their chargers

- I wouldn’t be surprised if he always had a countdown tab open that counted the amount of days until school is over 😭

- he always has the goofiest kahoot names that makes the class crack up when he wins 1st place

- he finished all the nyt vertex’s and memorized how to complete them

- he still replays them though!!

- he’s the only one that plays costcodle but he loves it ☺️

- he likes playing slope against heeseung and going ontop of the tunnels

- his favorite papa’s game is either papa’s sushiria or papa’s freezeria

- he replays the fireboy and watergirl levels with jake but he always forgets to press the button for him 😔

- his fave game is DEF duck life 😊😊

- he always plays it during his free time and during class time LMAO

- he is literally never in the normal world in minecraft

- his first instinct when joining is to create a nether portal and to go fight the mobs 😄

- he’s also a pro at beating the ender dragon

- jake convinced him to play wild kratts with him but he gets addicted to the odd squad games instead 😭

- he loves watching asmr slime vids on youtube (especially the cloud slimes!! he finds it so satisfying)

- he def trolls 5 year olds in adopt me 💀

- he also secretly plays royale high and roleplays in the old campus..🤫

- him and jake always get in trouble for yelling and shouting while watching the fifa world cup 😪

- he got jay hooked onto minesweeper

- he’s really good at it too 😮‍💨 the hard maps are light work for him

- even though he literally has a phone he likes connecting his airpods to his school computer and playing spotify from there

- he’s the one who found monkey type but he can never beat heeseung’s wpm 😖

- sometimes he purposefully turns off his wifi so he can play the google dinosaur game

- him and jake always play baseball 9 that it’s literally bookmarked on his computer

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LOVE U THANKS FOR READING BABE 😚🙂‍↕️💓

ummm elephant in the room.. I haven’t posted since christmas LMAO 😄😆😂🤣🥲.. I wrote the lost school ID story for fun and didn’t expect it to get any traction,,,, BUT YALL ATE THAT SHIT UP AND UR COMMENTS AND REBLOGS WERE SO SWEET OMG.!!! i’m definitely not a writer so I only post when something comes to mind so that’s why i’ve come back to post this ☺️ I hope u guys enjoyed and had some good giggles el o ellll BYE

[rubykgrant]

Because of REASONS, I remembered my Scooby-Doo character designs from a few years ago. I decided to touch-up the picture a bit and fix a few things. So, here they are again! If I were to totally make my own “dream version” of Scooby-Doo, this isn’t exactly the “style” I’d prefer them in (something a little closer to the classic), this is just a cute and simple style I use when I want to get an idea for basic body-types, hair, and outfits. As for the story, I’d toss together all my favorite things from every previous version, but the basic plot would go like this; the kids all originally met when they were very little, trick-or-treating on Halloween, and solving the mystery of some mean older kids who were stealing candy. During middle school, they wound up moving away from each other for various reasons... but all reunited in high school! They had a fairly normal time, solving mundane mysteries and such. After graduation, they decide to take a road trip together, and THAT is when they truly become Mystery Inc. A mixture of the old-school plots, some new adventures, and yes- sometimes the spooky things ARE real! I’d honestly aim for it to be PG-13, it doesn’t need to be turbo-edgey and grim-dark, but they can say swears. There would one F-bomb in the whole show, and Freddy gets to say it~

(some character notes below)

I drew Velma first because I’ve always wanted to update her outfit as sort of a sleeveless sweater-dress kind of thing. I gave her red shorts instead of a skirt, and I think it somehow made her look more sporty but still cute. Some orange high-tops sort of bring it together. I wanted her hair to have something like a flapper-girl style, and I kept classic style square glasses because she works them (and still can’t see without them). Velma is easily the most adorable. She’s still the “smart one”, but she doesn’t know EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING; history, science and chemistry, literature, and math are what she excels at. She also has a near photographic memory, and although she understands a lot about technology (in terms of software/programming/coding), she isn’t too great with machines. Some background for her; Velma is mixed Japanese/Mexican and Jewish. She’s also trans and a lesbian~

I knew I wanted Daphne to look really fashionable, but also in something simple and comfortable. I gave her a purple halter top/skirt with a leg-cut on one side, and loose lavender jeans. She almost never has pants in her main outfit, but I think it gives her a fun nostalgic look of the 60s and 70s. I moved her green scarf up to her hair, and gave her matching green earrings. I like the idea that because she’s a little clumsy (Danger-Prone-Daphne) she’s taken lots of athletic lessons to try and make up for it; she’s done ballet, gymnastics, Karate, boxing, archery, played different sports like soccer/basketball/baseball/tennis, swimming lessons, and equestrian classes. Basically, when she’s in “alert-mode”, she could probably handle just about anything… but when she’s not paying attention she tends to trip (though, she’s kinda of backwards-lucky by stumbling into clues this way). Daphne can speak several languages fluently, she’s got perfect pitch, is super sensitive to textures so she can recognize any material, and has a gift for being very charming and intuitive. Some background for her; her dad is Iranian, and her mom is Scottish. She’s also bi~

I always wanted to give Fred a blue jacket. I just think it suits him. He’s also got light-blue jeans, and a white long-sleeve shirt (with a red collar to replace the ascot haha). He’s got a little bit of a farm-boy vibe (hence the belt and work boots). He’s all about cars and other machines, a real  Mr. Fix-It, and he loves taking stuff apart to see how it works. As a result he’s pretty good at his other hobby besides mechanics… TRAPS. Fred also practices being an escape artist, so if he ever gets caught he’ll be able to get out of almost anything. Although he’s certainly not “stupid”, he has a tendency to be a bit oblivious and a little too headstrong. He’s got a heart if gold though, and everybody who knows him would agree that he’s endlessly kind. Some background for him; Fred’s parents went missing around when he younger, and so he’s had a few different foster families. He doesn’t get reunited with his folks until much later (learning more about his family, he finds out he’s mixed Italian/Norwegian). He’s also bi~

Shaggy doesn’t need much changing (if I altered too much, he just wouldn’t look like Shaggy anymore). I have him a white long-sleeved shirt under his classic green one, changed his brown pants into cargoes (all loose fitting, Shaggy likes it baggy), and gave him some black sneakers. He’s naturally still got long hair and a scruffy chin (plus some sideburns). Even though he’s a well known scardey-cat, Shaggy has a deep love for horror movies and fictional spooky stuff doesn’t seem to bother him. His various fears and phobias have actually made him a safety expert; not only does he usually carry a back-pack with a fully stocked first aid kit, he knows how rescue somebody who is drowning, all the safety procedures for different vehicles/aircraft, CPR, and survival tactics (he actually knows more medical facts than Velma). Despite being so thin and lanky, he is almost always eating, sometimes thinking with his stomach rather than his head. He’s always happy to share though, and he even cooks great meals for his friends (mindful of allergies and what-not). Some background for him; he’s Canadian First Nations and Jewish on his mother’s side. He’s also trans, bi and ace~

Scooby was maybe the most difficult to draw… he’s so iconic, and I wasn’t sure how to draw him in this style but still make him look like Scooby. I’m not sure if I succeeded, but I think the result isn’t too bad. Shaggy found Scoob as a pup, and they have been best friends ever since. Like Shaggy, Scooby loves to eat and hates to be afraid, but he’s only a coward when something threatens him; if a monster or villain is going to hurt one of his friends, Scooby always comes to their defense. People forget that he’s actually a very big strong dog because he’s usually so gentle and silly. Scoob knows all sorts of trick from the typical “sit/roll-over/shake” to more impressive stunts. Although he loves attention and praise, the best way to get him to do anything is to bribe him with a Scooby Snack! He’s a very smart animal, and the fact that he can communicate when he smells or hears something suspicious that people might miss is a real asset for solving mysteries. Like any good dog, Scooby is loyal and lovable~

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 24: A Flashy Greeting

Sakyo: How are the ticket sales going?

Manager: Pretty much smoothly. But there are quite a lot of weekday show tickets left.

Sakyo: With all the buzz the New Fleur Award has been creatin’, there are more shows going on. There’s bound to be lots of overlap between show schedules, so the audience is dispersing between everything they want to watch.

Izumi: We might need to think of some kind of promotional tool.

Sakyo: No, we still have time, so let’s see how it goes.

[Door opening]

Kumon: Tenma-san’s coming back soon!

Izumi: Eh? Really?

Yuki: That’s pretty quick.

Misumi: Let’s welcome him back~

Kazunari: Right-o!

-

Tenma: I’m ba–

[Party poppers going off]

Misumi: Welcome back~!

Kazunari: Welcome back, TenTen!

Muku: Welcome back!

Tenma: No, what’s with this greeting!? Acting like it’s my birthday!

Yuki: Everyone's suggestions gradually got flashier.

Muku: At first, we thought of just doing a casual greeting.

Kazunari: But for the last one, we just had to pull out all the stops~!

Tenma: Alright, I’ll get my luggage settled, so meet me in the practice room.

Kumon: Already!?

Kazunari: We’re practicing RN!?

Izumi: Aren’t you jet-lagged? Are you feeling okay?

Muku: I think you should take a break…

Yuki: Don’t start going wild the moment you come back only to collapse on us later

Tenma: Who do you think I am? I’m a big-shot actor who can handle even the most packed schedules.

Yuki: No way you’re saying this about yourself.

Kazunari: Haha, that’s our TenTen~

Yuki: He’ll be fine if he’s feeling this cheery.

Misumi: It’s been a while since we all practiced together, I can’t wait~!

Kumon: Let’s hurry~!

Izumi: Okay, then we’re starting in 10 minutes.

Izumi: (They’re all fired up after succeeding in their “challenges”!)

-

Tenma: “Ah, I forgot. I’ll go fill it up”

Tenma: “Whaddya mean, while at it!?” 

Misumi: Ding dong!

Tenma: ?

[Door opening]

Kazunari: We’re from Summer Eats!

Misumi: Six triangle rice balls from the midnight diner!

Tenma: Uh, these are too many!

Misumi: Let’s eat them with everyone~!

Yuki: Let’s put up this soapbox as a table.

Kumon: Oh yeah, Tenma-san, want me to give you a massage later? I bet your body’s stiff from being on the plane so long.

Tenma: A massage?

Kumon: I used to study sports massages when I was in the baseball club, and a while ago, Yamaguchi told me that I might be able to use them for actors too.

Kumon: I looked into it, and found there’s stage trainers who give massages to actors to keep them in good physical condition.

Kumon: I also found a bunch of massages that might be helpful, so I wanna give them a try!

Tenma: Am I a guinea pig!?

Kazunari: We do exert our bodies during performances tho. This kinda thing would be a big help.

Muku: It could also help us prevent injuries.

Misumi: I wanna get a massage too!

Kumon: Alrighty~!

Kazunari: Oh, also, the flyer’s been printed. Take a looksie!

Muku: Wahh, it’s so cool!

Tenma: This is nice. It’s got the vibe of the debut performance, but there’s a sense of growth.

Kazunari: My ideas just wouldn’t stop flowing, thanks to all the inspo I got while traveling all around Europe~

Kazunari: I think I’m pretty satisfied with how this design turned out!

Muku: Yuki-kun’s design for the costumes didn’t have any big changes this time.

Yuki: Yeah. The costume design for our debut performance fitted perfectly both for ourselves and our character.

Yuki: So I went with this design.

Tenma: I agree. I think something that gives off the feeling of a simple update is good.

Muku: It could also shift the focus to our growth as actors.

Misumi: I love the Genie’s costume~

Kumon: I’m happy my Genie of the Ring’s costume looks like a matching set with Sumi-san!

Kazunari: These costumes are perf cause their accessories make the flyer’s design stand out.

Yuki: Speaking of accessories, Misumi, how’s the bromide case I made you?

Misumi: Ah, it’s a perfect fit! Thanks, Yuki!

Muku: Bromide?

Misumi: Look~!

Kazunari: This is…

Misumi: A picture of Grandpa! Syu gave it to me~!

Yuki: Ah, good for you.

Kumon: It’s not often we get to see a photo with Hakkaku-san front and center!

Kazunari: And is Hakkaku-san holding a photo of a baby?

Misumi: It’s me~ Syu said the picture was taken around the time I was born.

Misumi: He said that if I had grown up to become an actor, Grandpa would have liked to see me on stage.

Kumon: Is that so…

Misumi: Grandpa didn’t really like having his picture taken, so there aren’t a lot of pictures of him. I was shocked when I saw this one~

Tenma: He took great care of such a precious photo, that’s Syu-san for you…

Kazunari: He takes his Hakkaku-san business serious~!

Yuki: Good for you for getting your hands on such a prized possession.

Misumi: He said it’s best that I have it. Look, at the back–

Muku: Is that your name written on the back?

Misumi: Yup. Grandpa wrote my name here to show it after he decided on it.

Tenma: Then it’s definitely something you were meant to have.

Misumi: Ah, but Syu also took a picture of it with his phone.

Kazunari: Syu-san sure knows his stuff~

Misumi: And then Yuki made me this holder, so I don’t have to hold it as is~

Yuki: It’ll crumble immediately if you keep it as is in your pocket.

Muku: It has a lot of triangles, it’s so cute!

Misumi: Ehehe, it’s nice, isn’t it~ It’s a treasure, so I’ll carry it with me all the time!

Misumi: If I have it with me during the performance, it’ll be like he’s watching up close!

Yuki: It’d probably be better to leave it on the side of the stage during performances.

Kumon: Cause you might drop it.

Misumi: Okay, got it!

Tenma: Since Hakkaku-san will be watching us too, we gotta do our best.

Misumi: Grandpa, watch over us as we grow stronger than ever.

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[alln64games]

King of Pro Baseball 2

JP release: 19th March 1999

PAL: release: N/A

NA release: N/A

Developer: Genki

Publisher: Imagineer

N64 Magazine Score: N/A

King of Pro Baseball 2 feels a lot more stable and smooth than the first game. Hitting the ball seems much more reliable, due to better markers showing the patch of the ball. Not that it makes much difference, as the computer will catch it every time you hit the ball, and they’ll hit it nowhere near your pitchers.

There is an RPG mode in this game, which lets you create a character and join a beginner league. You make some dialogue choices throughout and will play small sections of games. I got through a few parts and was told that no team was interested in me. I expected to have to play more beginner matches until I got noticed, but no. I instead just got a game over message and booted out of the mode, having to create a new character from scratch.

King of Pro Baseball 2 could have been an enjoyable, but once again, a baseball game is ruined by absurd CPU players.

Remake or Remaster?

There are better baseball games to update.

Official Ways to get the game

There’s no official way to play King of Pro Baseball 2

[lunarcovehq]

You set my soul alight Glaciers melting in the dead of night

THE FIELD DAYS PART 1 - CAMPFIRE PLOT DROP

Let the games begin! Sunday and Monday of Campfire Week is all about team building. "Your coaches" Elif and Safiye have put together a number of bracket-esque games to compete in. Each game involves strategy, quick-thinking and team work. Everyone will convene at the Town Green in the morning where boards have been set up, each with a different sport and bracket featured. Every organization has been tasked to select their own "uniforms" to make it clear which team everyone is on. These uniforms are as follows-

The C.O.N.S. (and unaffiliated): Will be decked out in Blue. They will also have on matching t-shirts.

The Clan: Will be decked out in Black. They will also have matching biker leather jackets with a Clan ensignia on the back (though they can wear them at night if its too hot during the day).

The Coven: Will be decked out in Purple in honor of Mason (it was their favorite color before they passed). They will also have matching cropped baseball jerseys.

The Fae Court: Will be decked out in Pink. They will also have matching denim jackets with butterfly wings embroidered across the back.

The Pack: Will be decked out in Green. They will also show up in matching hoodies (though they can wear them at night if its too hot during the day).

You do not have to bring thing else, though it is highly advised to wear sneakers and shoes to play sports in.

Over the course of the next two days, you will be representing your team as you compete against other organizations for points (these points will come in handy during the camping weekend). You will receive 1 point for participating in each activity and, if you win, you will receive additional points for your team (depending on who participates, cheating etc.). You will also receive bragging rights for having won! There will be no maiming and no killing, but powers are welcome. All magic is permitted. May the odds be in your favor!

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Below is a breakdown of the different activities your character will be able to participate in.

As you will see below, there are brackets to indicate which species is playing against which species at a time. We figured it would be fun to have your teams plot in the discord channel strategies, roles etc. and make a pitch as to why your team should win. Then we all vote OOC to decide which team deserves to move on to the next round. We will be updated the GFXs in this post accordingly as each team progresses to the next round.

In terms of dash starters, feel free to write open starters per any of the activities below. We're only doing the brackets for fun since we feel like it will be nice to get to see which team wins. But, in terms of dash replies, you can have any two characters playing soccer together etc. It's fine, we promise <3

On top of the bracketed sports below, we will have two nightly activities being the Werewolf BBQ and Capture the Flag. These activities will come shortly.

This event will be mandatory so every character is required to show up. Though, they do not have to be good at said sport, nor do they have to enjoy themselves or participate. If you want your character to be sitting out in the outfield picking daisies or refusing to play/having a sideline tantrum you are more than welcome to do so.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we will continue to have regular acceptances throughout the event. 

The tag for the event is lunarcoveevent12. If you have read this plot drop, please react in the dash commentary of the discord channel saying "I can't wait to see Ken on a horse" to let us know you've read it. Everything from pictures, outfits & threads etc. should be under this tag. Starters should have both the starter and event tag. 

Last, but not least, we hope you have fun!

FIELD DAYS SCHEDULE

SUNDAY

9a Meet at the Town Green

10a-5p Baseball, Archery & Canoeing (there will be lunch sometime in between here too)

6p Growl n' Grill BBQ (Werewolf BBQ) over at Echo Acres *Plot Drop to Come

MONDAY

9a Meet at the Town Green

10a-3p Horseback Riding & Dodgeball (& lunch at some point)

5p Capture the Flag *Plot Drop to Come

FIELD BRACKETS

BASEBALL

Where: LC High School's Baseball Fields

ARCHERY

Where: Field in Echo Acres

DODGEBALL

Where: The Rec Center

HORSEBACK RIDING

Where: W.H. Equestrian Center

CANOEING

Where: Moon River (The River in Town - See Map)

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Heya I'm kinda new to your blog but I reread your fics a lot and I was wondering how do the merc's react to a tenth class who is known as the "Jack of all traits?" aka they are basically a merc who knows all the other mercs roles, like they can switch their class in between battle, Example if they're a medic they can go switch to heavy and mow down the enemy team with their own mini gun or maybe build sentries and dispensors, all in all they have their own weapons/equipment that can turn into any class they need, so if a merc is out or unavailable S/O can fill in for them for the match

Lmao P.S Heavy helped with building their Mini gun and yes they're strong enough to carry a gun that's the same size as Heavy

A/n: IT'S BEEN TOO LONG SINCE I'VE UPDATED. And I am so sorry about it! I hope you enjoy this :) Two more requests and I'm caught up!

Scout:

Scout admired you like a child would admire his favorite baseball player. The Jack of Traits surpassed Tom Jones. He followed you around, helping out. Even if you were in the scout class, he would not leave you alone. He was always giving tips on how to be like him. It’s always something along the lines like, “Make sure you never miss when swinging your bat” or “Don’t drink too much Bonk! Or else you’ll blow up.” Of course, you already knew all that.

If Scout had to call in sick, you took his place and did an excellent job. He always watched from the home cameras Engineer set up. He’d be rooting for you all the way. You were fast just like him. Once, he threw a baseball at the screen because the enemy spy backstabbed you while you were vulnerable. He claimed it was cheating, but you argued rules were rules. Scout would always “avenge” you once he got out of bed.

Many of your weapons had been crafted by you and the other mercs. Scout took pride in helping build your scattergun, even though you did most of the work and could take all the credit. Scout always appreciated your help whenever he needed backup. You were quick to help. If he was trapped in a corner, you’d drop everything and take the enemy down. You were there to help one another no matter what.

Soldier:

The Jack of Traits was a show-off in his eyes. Soldier did not approve of how professional you were compared to him. He was jealous. It would take some time for him to warm up to you. He soon saw that the Jack of Traits was a wonderful person. But he refused to believe you weren’t humble at all (even though you were). Soldier thought you had it in for him, trying to steal his job. He even admitted you were better. You weren’t an ametuer with the rocket launcher and you were efficient at the other classes.

Soldier was a reckless man and because of this, he broke both legs. Medic forced him to stay in bed against Soldier’s wishes, so you had to take his place. Soldier was not happy with that. He put himself in a wheelchair and snuck onto the battlefield to watch you. You were elegant with every rocket jump and every swing from your shovel was filled with such grace. Soldier’s green envy left him. He now admired you.

You found out Soldier was sneaking out during battles. He was usually passed out in the off-limits area. So you’d put on the wheelchair’s brakes, set up a dispenser and sentry around Soldier and leave a slice of bread in his hand. If he wasn’t awake by the end of the battle, whether you lost or won, you'd switch into the Scout class and wheel him back in bed before Medic found out.

Pyro:

It was a beautiful thing having someone who could become the pyro as well. The screams/laughter of children, the burning/bubbles in the air. Pyro loved all that. It was very efficient to have you on his side when the enemy had a large crowd. Pyro was very glad the Administrator hired you. Pyro always gets sad when you switch classes. He once burned you by accident when you were roaming around the house as Spy. Pyro enjoyed it greatly when you stuck to the Scout class. Gave him a chance to chase you for fun and get some miles in.

Pyro wasn’t one to get sick. It surprised you when he collapsed in the middle of the battle. You had to switch into the Heavy class and drag the poor firebug somewhere safe. Unfortunately since no one trusted Pyro to stay home alone, you carried him on your back during battles. You had to be careful when switching classes. Pyro fiddled around with the weapons you carried. His favorite class you always chose was Soldier. The rocket jumping brought him joy.

Pyro helped you create custom weapons. He likes to paint on them so the enemy knows he helped you destroy them. Without you knowing, he attached mini flamethrowers on every weapon, even your own Spycicle, which ended up melting when you accidentally burnt/backstabbed an enemy. The poor man froze and melted. You forgave Pyro for what happened since he started crying/burning everything. It wasn’t his fault. But it made a powerful weapon.

Demo:

Demo did not know you were the Jack of Traits. He thought there were nine of you that took turns. It made more sense when you explained everything to him. It still took a while for him to process the information. You stayed by Demo’s side the entire time during battles so you could prove your point. He was quite impressed with your skill, but terrified about how professional you were. Your skills were greater than the others. But it didn’t stop Demoman from teaching you some tricks. Note to self, do not sticky launch on two piles of bombs.

After a successful victory, you took Demoman to the bar where he had too much to drink. You had to carry/rocket launch with him all the way home. It did not work trying to heal him on your own. Medic had to force him to stay in bed since his liver needed to recoperuate. Demo wanted to watch you fight on the battlefield. You were amazing! Your sentry was top-notch, people feared your minigun, you healed faster than medic and could outrun Scout! And of course, you didn’t want Demoman to be lonely. So you built a movie sentry attached to a dispenser and wheeled Demo around as he blew the enemy up.

Demo helped modify your launchers by adding a little something of his own. The grenades now were built into bottles of scrumpy. There was glass and explosions everywhere now. It didn’t end with just the bomb launchers though. Demo helped you build it into your scattergun and flamethrower. Demo also decided to try out being the Jack of Traits for a day while you took his place. You both ended up getting scolded by Medic for breaking both legs.

Heavy:

Heavy paid lots of attention to you. He was concerned for the Jack of Traits, even though you could handle yourself. He was there to (try) to catch you if you fell. The scout class was efficient for double jumping onto the higher ground. If you disguise yourself as the enemy while as the Spy to infiltrate the other team, Heavy would follow, shooting anyone down and giving away your position. It was annoying, but you saw Heavy was just trying to protect you.

Heavy never let being sick stop him from keeping an eye on you. Even against Medic’s and your wishes, he’d get out of bed and follow you around. You had to constantly airblast him away so he wouldn’t get hurt. His sandwiches, which he should have been saving for himself, were used on you whenever you got injured. You could’ve switched to the medic class and self-heal, but it was a nice gesture you couldn’t deny.

Just like Heavy, you owned a minigun. But it wasn’t anything like Sasha. So, Heavy took it upon himself to make your gun similar to his. With the help of Engineer, he got it fixed. Without you knowing, you helped as well. Heavy claimed it was a project he was working on and got you to work on it as well. The standard TF Industries/Mann Co. minigun was weak compared to Sasha and too heavy for you to carry. That morning, when you lifted your minigun up, it was extremely light! It grazed down enemies better.

Engineer:

Another engineer that could switch classes? Impressive! Engineer was completely enamored with you. The way you set up sentries, teleporters, dispensers, and other creations of your own design. When you weren’t helping a teammate out or building your next, you had a lot of fun killing the enemy. It amazed Engineer that someone like you could cause so much damage when you were so delicate with your machines. No offense, but you were extremely violent. There’s too much to put into detail. One thing Engineer likes about your violent nature is that your first shot that wounds someone is your warning shot. Usually the victim’s dead before the second shot.

Engineer could never get sick or injured too badly, but because he worked too hard, the Administrator decided to give him a vacation. You had to take his place. Engineer knew he  needed it, but he didn’t want to leave you alone. You assured him you were going to be fine. While he was in Hawaii, he kept a good eye on you. Before he left, he had snuck a small camera on your uniform. He didn’t consider it entertainment. He feared you wouldn’t do well being in the engineer class without him at your side to help. Boy you proved him wrong.

Engineer did help build some of the custom weapons you had. You even helped build some of his stuff. Beware the level four sentry you two built, it’s more dangerous than you. The Administrator had your guys’ stuff patented so no one could steal it. The stuff you guys made was crazy. Engineer finally managed to get a sentry built onto the payload. You added the unnecessary toilet turret which blew up. Out of anger, you might’ve sent flaming rockets propelled by minigun bullets straight into the enemy respawn. Engineer had to calm you down.

Medic:

Medic never paid attention that you could switch between classes. But unlike Demoman, he figured it out quickly. The first sign was that you healed him and switched into the Heavy class before his eyes. It didn’t take any explaining. After that, he followed you around, observing your moves. He kept track of your skills. In conclusion, he saw that the only thing you weren’t good at was being uber-charged. You were never confident to take the lead, whether you were Soldier, Heavy or Pyro. It was too much. One day, while Soldier, Heavy and Pyro were waiting to respawn at the same time, Medic uber-charged you. It was a great feeling as you killed the enemy. Not such a great one when you got backstabbed switching classes.

Even though Medic claimed to have good health, he wasn’t considering the fact he could get hurt. Poor guy accidentally stitched the voodoo souls into him wrong and had to be taken to the doctor. You took his place as the doctor. You healed everyone, never focusing on one person. A little hack you learned is that you could be two different classes at the same time. So you ubered yourself and someone else so twice the damage was inflicted. Medic never watched the whole thing, but was very proud of you when he got back. It called for a celebration, one that required you to drag Medic all the way home.

A minigun medi-gun fusion sounded efficient, inspired by your days playing as two classes. Medic (and Engineer) helped you put the two weapons together. Somehow, the Administrator allowed it to happen. Medic was the first to test it out. The bullets not only caused damage, but healed as well. Unfortunately, the bullets were too dangerous to heal someone fast enough. So Medic scrapped the bullet idea and switched it to large needles. That was something fun to shoot. Also, because of you and Medic, sentries could now heal. He also helped you build a custom needlegun. He got woozy from letting you test the needles on him.

Sniper:

He always watched the Jack of Traits from afar. It always impressed him that you could switch back and forth depending on the situation. Sometimes, he’d let you take his place so he could learn a little something from you. You two shared the “professionals have standards” motto. It made Sniper happy. You understood him, which allowed Sniper to open up. He loved to ramble about his life, family, hobbies, dislikes, which included the enemy spy, and other stuff. All this, while shooting the enemy together in his nest. Very enjoyable indeed. Except for the part where he throws the jar on people. You rather shoot rockets at them than to that.

If he had to call in sick or didn’t want to do anything, you took Sniper’s place. Like Scout, he’d watch you from the home cameras, rooting all the way. Sometimes, he sneaks out into your sniper’s nest you set up, alongside the sentry and teleporter. He sits and watches you. As Scout, you’d drag Sniper around against his wishes, but he didn’t mind. If he really was sick, you were careful and kept near him as Medic. You let him rest and switch into a stronger class if an enemy approached you. Sniper would just eat chips as he watched you burn/blow up/shoot/hit/needlegun the enemy. 

The rifle-rifle (which was a rifle attached to another one) was the greatest (yet seemingly idiotic thing) you and Sniper could come up with. It was that, or a kukri attached to a rifle (or a jar). The rifle-rifle actually caused some damage, but it didn’t last long. You may have been an engineer (most of the time), but that didn’t mean you were really good at inventing. Some stuff blew up. On accident, you like leaving sticky bombs around. So to actually help you out, Sniper takes you out on camping trips to a safe, undisclosed location. But, instead of actually working, you guys spend the mornings fishing or hunting and the evenings stargazing.

Spy:

To be honest, this man is not easily impressed. Of course, you weren’t trying to impress Spy or prove anything. You loved your job as the Jack of Traits. It was Spy who was trying to impress you. He felt there was something to prove because honestly, you were way better than him. The enemy would never ever suspect you were holding a minigun behind them while you were disguised. You were too quick to catch and your sentry was alway hidden in sight. He was jealous and maybe completely awed. He tried to stay jealous. He’d follow you around, trying to get you to mess up. The man could not bring himself to ruin you, so he left you alone for a while.

You were concerned when Spy was missing for weeks. You had to take his place like always. But this time, something was different. It was your job to revive him when you found him drunk and passed out in the corner of his room. He was in terrible shape, smelling like a homeless man and covered in grime. A good wash (and a week in bed, getting fed like a baby) and he was back to normal. Of course, he was dramatic, latching onto your back, whining about how terrible he was. It was annoying, but at least he didn’t get in the way. The only thing he hated was when you rocket/sticky bomb jumped. It wrinkled his suit.

You were a hard worker, everyone knew that. You had to keep your tools and weapons in perfect condition. It took a lot of hard work. Spy was good at talking. His voice was very comforting. He rambled about his day or the little things that annoyed him while you worked. Sometimes, he did help out, but stopped when he got oil or grease over his clothes. If you ever passed out in the middle of work, Spy, without anyone watching, would carry you into your room. You always woke up tucked in with such loving care. Spy didn’t want to admit it at this point, but the Jack of Traits was his new favorite person.

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I Could Make You Care

Chapter One

Word count: 4.5k

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC; enemies to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort

Warnings (will update to add more as the story progresses!!): angst, canon typical violence, sexism

Summary: A new member is brought aboard the 141, and Simon doesn't exactly play nicely with others.

“Boys,” the voice of Captain John Price rang out across the yard, “Got someone I’d like you to meet! Think you’re gonna like this one!” Price winked to the woman standing to his left and gave her a friendly smile. “Thanks again for this, Kate, I owe you one.”

Kate Laswell nodded her head in agreement and gestured to the dark haired woman standing on Price’s other side. “Trust me, you owe me more than one for her. She’ll keep your men safe, John.”

“Thank you, Ms. Laswell,” the smaller woman replied, her arms tucked into the pockets of her black canvas pants. “And thank you as well, Captain Price. I won’t let you down. Either of you.”

“It won’t just be us,” Price chuckled. He threw his arm out in welcome as two men jogged towards the group. A third man, a towering hulk of a soldier, hung back a bit, walking slowly towards the others. “It’ll be these fine gentlemen as well!”

“Morning, Cap! Ms. Laswell!” John MacTavish crowed. He beamed at Kate and then turned his attention to the stranger. He ran a hand through his sweaty mohawk on instinct and then quickly, sheepishly wiped it on his damp shirt.

“Soap, a pleasure, as always,” Laswell said with a small smile. “Gaz, hello!”

“Good morning, Ms. Laswell,” Kyle said, slightly out of breath. He jerked his chin in acknowledgement of his captain, and then smiled briefly at the unfamiliar face.

“Ghost,” Price said after a minute with a small smirk, “Glad you could join us.”

“You’re all happy to see me,” Ghost replied dryly, no hint of amusement in his voice. He glanced at Laswell, but did not even turn his head towards the new woman. “Kate.”

"Good luck," Laswell said with a knowing smile as she gently shook the newcomer's shoulder before she started walking back across the yard towards the base.

“A thousand favors!” Price called after her retreating form. He chuckled and then turned towards Soap, Gaz, and Ghost and gestured towards the young woman beside him. He brought her front and center to properly introduce her. “Boys, this is Sergeant Annie Fitzpatrick, US Military. She’s on loan to us for the time being. Just a trial run, don’t get your mask in a twist, Ghost. Demolitions, raids, conventional and unconventional warfare, hostage negotiation, and a natural in all types of terrain, which means she’s your woman when navs are down. Green beret, so she can handle her own in a pinch. Hell of a shot, and not half bad with a knife either.”

Annie smiled at each of the men, though she was not subtle in sizing them up. It was a habit she’d picked up in basic, find the biggest guy and bring him to your level before they knock you all the way down. Don’t let them fuck with you, Annie.

Price put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. He gave her a small shove forward, urging her to greet the others.

"Johnny, Kyle, and your lieutenant, Ghost," John nodded at each man to introduce them, and one by one they raised their hands in a wave. All except Ghost.

Annie shifted her weight as Price turned away to shield his match from the wind. She extended her hand to Kyle first, as he was closest.

"Nice to meet you," he said as he flashed her a smile that she swore up and down legitimately fucking sparkled.

"Pleasure to be here," Annie smiled. She opened her mouth to continue the conversation, when she was interrupted by Soap shoving the brim of Kyle's baseball cap down over his eyes.

"Let us all have a turn, why don't you?" Soap cried playfully as the other man laughed loudly. He shoved Kyle towards Ghost with a booming laugh. The masked lieutenant did his best to make sure the other man stayed on his feet.

"Good morning, sergeant!" Johnny said, nearly shaking Annie's arm off. "Have you got a call sign too? Or am I supposed to just yell your name when I--"

"Soap!" Ghost warned, his voice rough and coarse like hellfire.

Soap chuckled and jerked his head back towards the direction the three of them had come from. "Come on, let's see what you can do!"

Annie followed Gaz and Soap back down the yard, keeping up with their brisk jog. Her dog tags bounced against her shirt, polished metal glinting in the sunlight as she followed the pair.

"Here," Soap said as he handed her a rifle and a pair of ear plugs. "Put those in and let's see if you're a better shot than yours truly."

"I'm a much better shot than him," Gaz told her once Soap had his own ear protection firmly over his ears. He gave Soap a goofy smile and a thumbs up. "Don't listen to a thing he says!"

Annie smiled and popped the earplugs in as Soap picked up the second rifle. After she inspected the weapon, she took her place beside him at the counter.

Before Soap fired, Annie glanced over her shoulder as Ghost and Price finally joined them. She found herself intrigued by the lieutenant, mostly because she wanted to know why he was wearing that mask when it was damn near 90° out. She turned back to Soap, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. All she could think of when he fired his round was the ridiculous tanline the lieutenant must have.

"Not bad if I do say so myself," Soap mused as he inspected his own shot. He spoke up so she could hear him through her earplugs. "Alright, lass, let's see what you've got!"

Annie did one final inspection on her borrowed rifle and readied herself to fire. She made sure she lined her shot up quickly, wanting nothing more than to live up to whatever Laswell had told Price about her.

She took a deep breath and fired, grunting softly as the recoil of the rifle knocked against her shoulder. The target at the end of the range showed her shot, a perfect hit through the throat.

Soap let out a low whistle when Annie removed one earplug. "Not bad, not bad."

"She held her breath," Ghost murmured to Price, finally acknowledging Annie. He'd intentionally said it loud enough, hoping she could hear him.

She handed her rifle to Gaz and turned back towards Ghost and Price. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the mid morning sun as Ghost approached, and she raised her brow when he stopped a few feet in front of her.

"Price says you're the one in charge," Annie said, craning her neck to look up at his face. It was hard to see his eyes at first behind the smear of black grease paint, but they were hard and cold when she found them.

"My rank says I'm in charge," he replied curtly. He puffed out his chest slightly, though he didn't need it, he was already the biggest guy here. "Trial run or not, you listen to every word I say, when I say it. I don't tolerate back talk."

"Except from me, right, LT?" Soap teased as he set his gun on the counter. He flashed Annie a grin and nudged his shoulder against Ghost's upper arm.

"Especially not from him," Ghost muttered. He turned away from her and walked away to join back up with Price near the benches that lined the yard. "And I definitely won't tolerate it from you, sergeant!"

Annie didn't move until Ghost was standing with his back to the group as he chatted with Price.

"Ah, don't mind him," Soap said, waving his hand in Ghost's direction. "He can be a bear when he hasn't made a new recruit cry in a few hours. That's a fine shot you got though. Nice job."

"Well, thank you," Annie chuckled. She rolled her eyes at Soap's casual nature towards the lieutenant. She shifted her weight to the other foot and relaxed the muscles in her back. "Glad at least someone acknowledged that one. Sure would've made my daddy proud."

"Hey, earlier, Soap asked about your call sign?" Gaz asked, grabbing her attention again.

"Oh!" she said with a laugh. She tucked a flyaway behind her ear. "It's Artemis."

Soap let out a whistle and threw his arm around her shoulders. "Goddess of the hunt! Glad to have you on the team then!"

"Trial run," Annie reminded him with a wide smile.

"Right, right," Soap hummed with a wink. "Trial run."

"Gaz!" Price called from across the yard, "Go and get the sergeant settled in, show her around a bit! Then meet us down in the main training room when you're done!"

"Yes, sir!" Gaz said as he grabbed Annie's duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder.

The pair walked away towards the base, chatting happily, leaving Ghost, Soap, and Price behind. Annie could feel Ghost's eyes on her back the entire time. She spared a glance back at him and gave a friendly wave while Gaz pointed out a few landmarks around the yard.

Ghost nodded at something Price had said, though he had heard nothing the older man had said. He wasn't paying attention, he was only focused on Annie's retreating form.

"Simon?" Price asked, finally grabbing Ghost's attention. "What do you think?"

"I trust your judgment," Ghost said after a minute.

"Can't knock that shot though," Soap said, clicking his tongue as he returned with Annie's target in hand. He passed it to Ghost, who admired the accuracy of her single shot through the Adam's apple of the target.

"We'll see."

×××

An hour and a half later, the training room was filled with a cacophony of whoops and cheers from the 141, as well as a small group of curious onlookers from around the base. It was a common occurrence on the base, the new guy always had something to prove, either to themselves or their peers.

"Kick her ass!" someone shouted.

"Behind you, lass!" Soap warned, his hands cupped over his mouth in an effort to be heard over the crowd. He imitated a swing when she glanced his way. "Lieutenant Donahue's got a mean right hook!"

Annie ducked just as a fist swung through the air just above her head. She dropped into a crouch and rolled behind him. In a blink, she shot her leg out to kick the soft crease behind the knee and pounced on him when he fell onto one knee. Before he even got a chance to recover, Annie flipped him over and pinned him to the mat, much to the cheers of her team and other supporters, and to the protests of her partner's squad.

"One, two--" Soap called, a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"That's enough!" a deep voice seemed to roar over the crowd.

The onlookers parted easily, out of either fear or respect as Ghost appeared almost out of nowhere, glowering at the pair on the floor.

Annie held the lieutenant's wrists to the sparring mat, her legs on either side of his wide chest. Her knees barely brushed against the mat, and her socks made her slip a bit on the vinyl. Both were panting heavily, and at the distraction, Donahue managed to swing her off and throw her down onto the mat, where she landed with a huff.

She let out a cry of pain as he rolled on top of her and pinned her arm behind her back, using all of his weight to trap her. His other hand pressed her face down into the mat, his fingers dug into her temple and getting dangerously close to her eye.

"One, two, three!" Donahue's squad called out, mocking Soap's accent.

"Looks like I win," Donahue leaned down, his hot breath fanning across Annie's cheek as he panted from the exertion. "And by the way, I kind of like you better like this."

"Fuck you, you cheating-- Ow!" Annie grunted, trying to jerk out of his grasp. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped when he yanked her arm again. "Get off me! I yield! Ow, motherfu--"

"You're gonna pop her shoulder!" Gaz yelled as he started across the mat to tackle the fucking lieutenant. Soap was right behind him, ready to fight.

"Let them go," Ghost ordered, halting both Soap and Gaz in their tracks. "I've got this."

Donahue kept pulling her arm back until tears welled up in Annie's eyes and ran down her flushed cheeks. She tried to buck him off again and cried out when he yanked her arm harder.

"Get off of her! You're gonna break her arm!" Soap shouted, involuntary reaching for the knife strapped to his belt. Ghost was taking too fucking long.

Annie gritted her teeth and glared up at Donahue. She bared her teeth at him, even though he couldn't see it. Her dark hair had fallen from the ponytail she kept it in, and it fanned across her face and around her head like a mask.

"That's enough, lieutenant," Ghost grunted. He moved quickly to the pair, and much quieter than Annie would have expected for a man of his size. When Donahue didn't release her, he reached down and grabbed him by the shoulder. "I said that's enough, lieutenant!"

Donahue pressed Annie's face into the mat for another few seconds before he pulled himself off of her, a deep scowl on his face. He smirked when he saw the tears on her flushed cheeks, and turned back to Ghost with a shrug. "I won anyway."

"It wasn't a competition, you asshole!" Annie gasped as she gently pushed herself onto her knees.

"Thank you, lieutenant," Ghost snapped as Donahue sauntered off back to his group to the awaiting high fives from each of them.

Ghost then turned his attention to the temporary member of his team as she caught her breath. "On your feet, sergeant!"

Annie braced one hand on her knee as she got to her feet, wincing at the twinge in her shoulder. She stood at her full height, which gave her a great view of Ghost's broad sternum as he towered over her, hands on his hips.

The tips of his boots brushed her feet and she cast her gaze downward to avoid the scrutiny of her lieutenant. She wouldn't-- couldn't let him see her tears, involuntary ones or not.

"Eyes on me, sergeant," he said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. He folded his arms and shuffled a bit closer, pushing himself into her space.

Annie slowly lifted her gaze, up, up, up, praying the tears would miraculously stop, until she was staring at his broad chest and crossed arms. She could see the dark lines of the tattoos on his left arm, half concealed beneath his rolled up sleeves, and she wondered for a brief moment if he had anymore she couldn't see.

"Up here," he hissed.

The training room was now so quiet, Annie could hear the ticking of the shitty clock on the far wall. She blinked the remaining tears away and did her best to harden her expression. He wanted her to look him in the fucking eyes then? Fine.

She craned her neck the whole way, not even hearing the scattered laughter from the curious onlookers as she tipped her head back. It occurred to her for a moment that she was exposing the tender skin of her neck, like the world's stupidest prey, for this intimidating man in a skull mask. She was quick to push that thought away. All she cared about was proving to the Goth Hulk that she wasn't a fucking mistake of a soldier.

"Sir," Annie said, internally wincing at the rasp in her voice. She swallowed thickly and clenched her jaw.

"You don't have respect for your superiors," Ghost snapped. "Lieutenant Donahue won your little sparring match, and you should--"

Annie balked and choked back a bitter, surprised laugh. She was too distracted to see the fire in Ghost's eyes. "He cheated, sir, you distracted--"

"That isn't an excuse!" he bellowed. His voice echoed in the training room, and the murmurs from the onlookers stopped mid sentence. "He caught you at a moment of weakness, and took full advantage of it. You're on this team, my team, and you will not let your distractions get the better of you, sergeant!"

Annie glared up at him, her back straining with the effort of hyperextending her spine. She hated the way her rank fell from his mouth, like it was a dirty word. It made her feel as if she were undeserving of the rank that she had worked so hard for.

"Yes, sir," she muttered, her own dark eyes never daring to break contact with Ghost's.

Ghost stood up to his full height and put his hands behind his back. "You have humiliated both the lieutenant in front of his squad, as well as myself and Captain Price--"

"LT!" Soap interrupted. He pushed his way through the crowd towards her and Ghost. "She had that match easily! He challenged her, got a couple dirty hits in, but she--"

"That will be all, Sergeant MacTavish, thank you!" Ghost snapped. He was never this angry, not at Soap, not at the lieutenant, and so rarely with new recruits. But for some reason, the way this tiny fucking thing got under his skin...

The rest of the crowd was silent in anticipation of the ensuing, inevitable blowout. They had watched Annie take down Lieutenant Donahue's entire squad before he had even challenged her personally. It was obvious she could handle her own, and they all already knew not to even look at Ghost for too long. An uneasy feeling washed over the room as they watched them both stare each other down, each waiting for the other to break.

"Is that all, Lieutenant?" Annie asked after an uncomfortable silence, her voice thick with unshed tears.

Ghost bristled and glared down at her, his eyes narrowed beneath the skull mask. He kept eye contact with her as he ordered everyone else out of the room.

"Ghost," Soap warned in a low voice.

"Out!" he barked. The room wouldn't have emptied any faster if someone had shouted "Fire!" instead.

The others were practically climbing over each other to get out. Gaz grabbed Soap's shoulder and urged him to leave before they made it any worse. He mumbled something to Johnny just before they turned away.

A chill went up Annie's spine as the metal double doors slammed shut behind Soap and Gaz. She was alone with the lieutenant, which she quickly realized was a place she did not want to be. With a deep breath, she stood at rest with her hands behind her back, mirroring Ghost's wide stance.

"Sir," she stammered, all the fight suddenly knocked out of her. She hated that she felt smaller than she normally did with him towering over her. She wasn't scared of him, not with everyone standing right outside. But he was just so much bigger than her, and she'd seen first hand what big fuckers like him could do to people like her, highly trained soldier or not.

"Enough," Ghost sighed, tone much gentler now, surprising to both himself and to Annie. "You are on my squad, however temporary that may be, but I expect respect not only for myself, but for your fellow soldiers--"

"I apologize, sir," she said quickly, nervously flexing her hands behind her back. "If we aren't allowed to spar, I was not aware of that, especially since the lieutenant and his squad were the ones to approach me."

Ghost held up his hand and she paused. He didn't like being interrupted, though he understood. He wasn't too proud of a man to not admit to doing the same thing even a few years ago. "There's no rule against that."

"Then I'm not sure--"

"Most new recruits don't automatically find the biggest guy and try to take him down," he replied, raising an eyebrow. The faintest whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Donahue was an asshole, and his men were an incredible group of absolute fucking cunts.

Secretly, he was a little proud, it was about time someone knocked them down a peg or two. But he wasn't about to let Annie know that, or anyone else on 141 for that matter. He hated getting even a little close to these little trial runs of Laswell's, because they always ended up dead or terrible at their fucking job.

"I'm not some green recruit," she reminded him. It took a lot for her to not jab her finger in his chest. She added a hasty, "Sir," when he glared at her.

"I don't like to be disappointed," he said, his voice low and grating and menacing, like a dragon, warning all to stay away. He leaned down to get closer to her. "And I hate surprises."

"I'm neither, sir," she replied, feeling slightly more confident. She could prove herself to him.

"Most people are one of two," he hissed back, head cocked to one side. "Sometimes both."

"Then which am I?" Annie asked, fixing her eyes on him. Her tone wasn't a question, so much as a dare, a challenge for him to say what he really wanted to.

"I'm rarely surprised anymore," he grunted. He straightened back up and looked down at her. "You're a smart girl, I trust you can figure the rest out."

Annie quickly looked away as fresh tears sprung up in her eyes. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to think of something, anything, to say back in her defense. She clenched her fists behind her back and steadied herself with a shaky breath. Don't punch your lieutenant, you just got here.

Ghost hummed, slightly amused, when he saw her hastily try to blink the tears away before they fell. They dropped down off her cheeks and settled on her shirt, disappearing quickly into the black cotton of her shirt.

"Need a bandage?" he offered, almost sincerely. Almost. Sarcasm laced his question and for a brief second, Annie wanted to forget rank and hit him as hard as she could.

"For what, sir?" she asked, not caring to hide the venom in her voice. She sniffled quietly and tried to compose herself. She would never cry in front of him if she could help it, but she would do her fucking best to keep her sharp attitude in any situation.

"Your bruised ego," he shot back. "Little girls like bandaids, right? So that people will pay attention to them?"

The double doors banged open, startling Annie. Both turned to face Price as he stalked over to the pair, an almost murderous look in his eyes.

"What's this Soap was saying about a fight?" he asked. The anger in his voice was lost slightly as he caught his breath, sounding every bit like he sprinted the whole way from his office. Soap shoved his way through the doors, hot on Price’s heels. He glanced between Annie and Ghost and looked relieved when he saw that neither was worse for wear.

"No fight here," Ghost hummed, relaxing his stance. "Ain't that right, sergeant?"

"No, sir," Annie replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She struggled to keep her eyes forward, though she had glanced away from Ghost, still fighting to hold back her embarrassed tears. "May I be dismissed, sir?"

"Go on," Price gently urged. He put one hand on her back and let her pass between himself and Ghost.

"Thank you, captain," she murmured. She wiped her eyes quickly, hoping no one saw her brush her tears away, before she pushed her way through the wall of nosy soldiers blocking her exit.

After she was gone, the captain sighed heavily and let his arms fall to his sides. He knew Ghost could be prickly at the best of times, but this was below him.

"Simon," Price let out an exhausted sigh and gestured with both arms in the direction Annie had fled. "You didn't have to make her cry."

"Not my intention, John," he replied coolly.

"We're supposed to be a team," Price reminded him. He wagged a finger in Ghost's direction, which only irritated the lieutenant even more. "From the very beginning to the very end! None of whatever that was! You treat her with the same level of respect you would Soap or Gaz."

"That's the problem, Cap," Soap chuckled, trying his best to diffuse the tension. "He doesn't respect me either."

"I respect you as a soldier," Ghost said.

"Then I expect you to do at least the same for her," Price replied. He adjusted his cap and turned to go, leaving Ghost and Soap alone in the training room.

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Annie was humiliated by her interaction with Ghost. She didn't know what she had done to piss him off so much. It wasn't like she had done anything to him personally to make him hate her. And she definitely didn't know what to do now to make him even tolerate her for a mission's sake now.

She locked herself in an empty bathroom and let out the sob she had been holding in. All these years later, and she was doing the same fucking thing she did on her first day of basic training. Crybaby Annie may have grown up and got a fancy promotion or two, but she was still crying alone in a toilet stall.

"Fuck," she sighed as she gripped the sides of the sink. The one thing she had promised herself she wouldn't do was make an ass of herself, and she had most likely just completely fucked her future in special forces. She ran a hand through her hair and tucked a limp strand back behind her ear. "Nice job, Fitz. Nice fucking job."

She splashed her face with cold water and let out another sigh as she looked at herself in the dusty mirror. As much as she wanted to try, she knew that it was a futile effort to try and hide her flushed, puffy cheeks and red rimmed eyes. They'd all seen her cry anyway. It didn't matter.

A hollow knock on the other side of the bathroom door nearly made her scream. She hadn't expected anyone to come after her. It was probably Donahue or Ghost, and either way, she was done for.

"Artemis?" Soap asked after he knocked again. "That you in there, lass?"

"Y-yeah, hang on," Annie called back to him. She hastily pulled her hair back into the short ponytail she had it in when she arrived and straightened her top before unlocking the door.

Soap looked like he wanted to ask if she was alright, but decided he already knew the answer. He just put a hand on her shoulder and gently tugged her in the direction of the mess hall. "C'mon, let's get us some lunch, huh? You can tell us all about the Goddess of the hunt."

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Thank you so much for reading this chapter! Sorry if anything seems off or reads weird, I'm trying my best ❤️! This is cross-posted to my ao3 as well!

Happy reading, and leave a comment if you liked it 🥺❤️

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Also tagging @dawdreygore because you asked 😘

[scotianostra]

Dorothy Campbell Hurd Howe was born on March 24th 1883.

Born as Dorothy Lee Campbell at North Berwick, she spent her childhood on the town’s famous links, where her paternal grandfather and eight uncles all played. Dorothy is said to have taken her first swing when she was 18 months, and by age five, was playing matches against her older sisters.

Campbell did not evolve into a top player until her later teens, when she changed what had been a half swing into a full one. In 1905, Campbell won her first Scottish Ladies title. Played at the North Berwick links, more than 4,000 people watched her win the final on the 19th hole.

She repeated in 1906 and 1908. The next year she entered the U.S. Women’s Amateur for the first time and won at the Merion Cricket Club. When she returned to achieve her first victory in the British Women’s Amateur Championship at Royal Birkdale, it was an unprecedented double.

Her favorite club was a goose-necked mashie she called “Thomas.” It was “Thomas” that she gave credit to for her American-British double for in the semifinal at Birkdale she used the club to hole out from a dead stymie at a crucial point in the match. In the final of the 1921 North and South championship at Pinehurst, “Thomas” holed two shots.

After her flurry of national titles, Campbell married and her golf career hit a fallow period. When she lost the final of the 1920 U.S. Amateur to Alexa Stirling, it appeared to be her last hurrah. But in 1923, seeing that many women were out-driving her by using a more modern technique, she concluded that her game needed updating.

She changed her swing from a stiff-wristed, sweeping-type motion that produced a straight but short left-to-right shot to a more athletic action in which hand action played an important part. Working with George Sayers, the pro at Merion who was also from North Berwick, she forced herself to switch from the baseball to the Vardon grip. After 10 months of work, Hurd was literally a new player.

At the 1924 U.S. Amateur at Rhode Island C.C., she rolled through the field, ultimately defeating Mary K. Browne, the national lawn tennis champion of 1912 and 1913, 7 and 6, in the final.

Although it was Hurd’s last championship, she was far from finished as a golfer. In 1926, she set out to surpass the record for fewest putts in 18 holes, 21, which had been set by Walter J. Travis. At the Augusta C.C., Hurd came to the 18th hole with 19 putts, when she holed out from off the green using “Thomas,” her famous mashie.

She married Jack V. Hurd in Wentworth, Ontario, Canada on February 11, 1913. Jack V. Hurd was a steel magnate living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and a member of Oakmont Country Club. She won many of her titles as Mrs. J. V. Hurd, but she and Hurd were divorced in 1923.

She died in a railway accident on March 20, 1945, falling off a platform and into the path of an oncoming train. Her death certificate shows her full name to be Dorothy Lee Howe. The principal causes of death were a skull fracture and avulsion of her right arm.

[bloodyquillink-blog]

Sugar and Lemon, Chapter 1

A/N🪶: Putting this here while I try to find the time to write chapter 5, no changes. If I miss anything in the tags, feel free to let me know so i can update them. Also, Chapter 1 does not have a title so I’m just leaving it as “Chapter 1”. Enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, Meet-Cute, Post-Canon, Mild Swearing, Selectively Mute!Logan Walker, Cafe Owner!gn!Reader, They/Them and “You” used for Reader, Implication of Trauma, mentions of therapy

Word Count: 2.3K

The fresh air was nice.

Granted, the amount of people out and about today was a little stressful. It was instinct to try to remember all of their faces and analyze their clothing for the Federation insignia or concealed weapons, even after three years in a ditch. There was still concern, reasonably, but the civilians seemed safe. Happy, even. When was the last time these civilians actually looked and felt happy? Logan shook that thought out of his head and continued walking alongside Hesh- er, David. Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation away from their duties and therapy sessions. He should savor it, he thought. Have something nice to write in the prescribed “victory journal” his therapist had given him.

“When you experience something that makes you feel good,” they explained, ”Write it down with as much detail as you please. Write why it made you feel good, but do your best to keep negative thoughts away from it. Give yourself something positive to hold onto, whether it’s a physical tangible object or a moment in time.”

In all honesty, it helped a bit. Granted there wasn’t much to write outside of the base, but Logan was still thankful. He remembered the day he, David, Riley and even Keegan had gone out for a break. They found a relatively grassy area that must’ve been a park or playground if the small baseball diamond that was definitely meant for kids said anything. The three men threw the dirty old tennis ball around and occasionally ran while Riley chased them until they threw it to another person. After a bit of playing, they had to wrangle Riley away from a raccoon. Thank whoever for replanting trees and preventing Riley from getting a new black, gray and red chew toy.

After that was the night him, David, Riley, Keegan, Kick and, most surprisingly, Merrick went to a less depressing looking beach. He nearly didn’t go but Keegan reassured him that if it would help, he would “handcuff all of them together”, like a fucked up friendship circle. That was the first time in a while he laughed at something, first time in a while the Ghosts had heard him laugh. If David had a victory journal too, that moment probably went right into his journal that same night. What Logan wrote about, though, was when the clouds parted while they all lay on the sand together and they saw the stars with a new clarity. At one point, there was a shooting star, passing right through a constellation. It was only then Keegan corrected everyone that it was the Little Dipper, not the Big Dipper. 

“Big Dipper, Little Dipper, what’s the difference other than size? Do you need someone to remind you that size doesn’t matter, Keegs?”, Kick joked.

“Kid, if anything, I think you’d need that reminder.”

That prompted a wrestling match that Merrick couldn’t be bothered to deal with… for about 15 seconds. The three ended up missing the second shooting star that, this time, passed through the Big Dipper. Rather than say anything, the two brothers just looked at each other and chuckled. While Merrick continued his attempts to separate or, from what it sounded like, beat the living shit out of Kick and Keegan like the captain he was, David asked something.

“Think that was Mom and Dad?”

And Logan responded.

“Yeah. Probably.”

It wasn’t like they were still children. It wasn’t like they didn’t know what shooting stars were. But the idea was nice to hold onto. It comforted them both. 

“Mom never liked letting us out of her sight. Never wanted to miss a special moment.” David mentioned.

“…Dad always said he’d follow her anywhere if he could.” Logan continued.

That moment lasted not even a minute longer before Merrick’s captain’s voice boomed to get moving. With that, the group got up but not before a picture was taken. One of the few each of them had without their masks and face paint, now in a small white envelope with the picture side against a square of a mylar sheet, all contained in a paper pocket on the last page of the hardcover victory journal.

The journal that now resided under Logan's arm as the brothers continued their walk down the street. The plants that had grown over many of the buildings had been torn down. Any surviving floors of multi-level buildings stayed with minor renovations while any that were unrepairable unless you tore the whole building down were chipped away at. Aside from that, restaurants returned, the post office was open and the sky wasn’t filled with helicopters. Logan avoided thinking about how many people could be killed if the Federation pushed an airstrike or if soldiers appeared from the roofs, weapons hot. Instead, he kept his focus on following Hesh. Slowing down when he did, moving around a fire hydrant or an older couple looking at a giant menu displayed outside open doors. They stopped in front of an intersection.

“Could’ve sworn Kick said the place was around here somewhere.” David thought as he scratched the back of his neck. “Called ‘Morning Routine’ or something?” David looked over to see Logan gesturing past him on the other side of the street. “There we go.” They continued once the light turned, taking a quick glance at the small blackboard sign sitting near the entrance. “‘Hot and creamy drinks with a side of sexy scones’,” David read, “Subtle.”. As they walked in, the gentle waft of fresh coffee and cinnamon floated through their noses. They both inhaled and sighed. Despite the sizeable, and rather tasteless, meal they had earlier in the morning, their stomachs grumbled.

They slid into a cushioned booth, looking over the usual options on the laminated sheets of paper framed on the wall against the table. Most of it was coffee, which was to be expected.

“Probably wouldn’t be good for your anxiety.” David mumbled.

“Wouldn’t be good for yours either.” Logan shot back with a smirk. David glanced at his brother, a smile slowly lifted the corners of his mouth.

“Heh, Keegan’s smartass-edness is really rubbing off on you, huh?”

“Maybe a little.”

Their eyes went back to the menu. A sandwich and some chips sounded nice. Logan’s stomach growled again. Maybe two sandwiches.

“Know what you want?” David asked.

“The, uh,” Logan did a small double take at the name, “’CrissCross’ sounds good.”

“The ’CrissCross’?”

Logan pointed at one of the three menu pages in the frame.

“Ciabatta bread, roast beef, tomatoes and shredded mozzarella, that does sound good. I might try a bite if you get it.”

“Of mine?”

“Yeah.”

“Why not just get your own?”

“‘Cuz I’m getting,” David looked at the menu again, “‘The Lottery BLT’. ‘Sandwich of champions and very hungry customers’.”

It was Logan’s turn to look back at the menu, briefly reconsidering his choice at David’s expense. His brother observed him, probably aware of the choices swimming in his head.

“You can try mine and I’ll try yours.” David compromised. Logan nodded and got up to order. David almost stopped him, but instead stopped himself. If Logan was feeling comfortable doing this himself off of base, that was good. At the very least worth a try. David knew he’d be here if Logan needed help and vice-versa. He just had to let him try. He sighed and leaned back against the cushioned booth.

Logan walked up to the counter closest to them. There was a small board beside another menu that pointed toward slips of paper and a pencil. “A Silent Solution!”, the board read. He was confused, to say the least. Solution to what? Was this like a complaint box but more open? Where would the paper go if there was no box? Wouldn’t other customers see the complaints? Wouldn’t that ruin their experience too? He didn’t notice you walking towards him.

“Hello, sir! Do you need any help?” You asked, the kindness in your voice one of the first things he could feel. The second thing was that you had a very nice smile, the third thing was your hair, the fourth being your eyes. So pretty and bright. The fifth thing he noticed was his own staring. He snapped out of the daze, remembering the food. His voice wasn’t working. Not the way he intended at least. Fuck. He was left only saying “uh” and “um” and whatever other variations slipped out. He looked at the board and paper again. Thank the Lord, you caught on.

“Oh, this is for people who are mute or just don’t feel like talking. They can write down their order here for me and I’ll get it set up in the register. Do you need a moment to write it down?” He nodded, jaw clenching as he gave as much of a smile as he could muster without being creepy. You nodded and went to another register where a customer waited. Logan immediately got to writing, glancing back at you every once in a while. He almost forgot what his brother was ordering. He finished writing, folded the paper and stood back up from his hunched over position just as you walked back. He handed the little note to you. You recited the order, typing on the screen while Logan pulled out his wallet.

“Alrighty, you can insert your card here.” He nodded and did as you said. “Oh, did you want a drink with that? I can also just give you water, it comes with the meal.” He nodded again. “And finally, can I get a name?” He paused for a moment. Fuck, he still couldn’t talk. Now was not the time to talk. What if you thought he was weird? What if-

“Oh, here’s the paper and a pencil. Sorry!” Oh… yeah, the paper. Logan wrote his name down… his full name. Good lord, you didn’t need his full name but the pencil didn’t have an eraser. Maybe he should just rip that part off. No, but that was still weird. Dammit, maybe he should’ve stayed home-

“There we go, Logan. I’ll let you know when that’s ready!” You smiled at him.

Nevermind.

He smiled back and walked back to the table clenching his fists. Once sat, Logan put his face in his hands as David looked up from his phone. Likely having texted Keegan about their outing.

“You okay, Logan?” He asked. He already sounded concerned. Logan just slowly nodded, face still buried in his hands. He looked up after a moment, taking a deep breath in.

David stared for a second. Logan was blushing. His face wasn’t too far from looking like a tomato. Last time that happened was in grade school. He was also avoiding eye contact with David. David followed his gaze and looked at the counter. He smirked. There wasn’t a problem, no impending panic attack or near-death experience. Just a cute person.

“Is it the person at the register or the person ordering or the old man waiting behind them?” He asked quietly, smugness palpable in his voice. Logan deadpanned at his brother who laughed. “Okay, register person?” Logan looked back at you. The redness on his face returned. He looked at his hands, rubbing them, trying to soothe himself. “We should come back tomorrow with the guys, I know they’ll wanna see this.” Logan glared at his brother whose smirk grew by the second, now he spoke up.

“I don’t even know if they’ll be here tomorrow.”. You probably would be but Logan just didn’t want to think about the jokes that all of them would make about him. He could already hear the teasing and Merrick’s classic “when I was your age” stories. David was typing on his phone. Logan reached for it. “You better not be telling them about it.”.

David dodged his brother’s hand. “No but I am looking at the website and uh,” He chuckled and showed Logan the screen. Any redness drained from Logan’s face. “Apparently, they’re the owner so they’ll likely be here as long as it’s open hours.”. Logan sighed as David continued looking through the website and sending the link to Keegan. As Logan tried to relax himself, the order for them was called. He looked up to see you smiling at him and waving him over. Logan tapped David’s arm and tilted his head towards the counter as he got up. They picked up their plates and drinks, David watching Logan smile at you and managing to mouth “thank you” before coming back. Oh, he liked you, and David was gonna do what he could to make sure you saw him after today. He would think of all the ways to do that after they ate though. 

The boys did their best not to scarf their sandwiches down but holy shit, was that better than anything they’ve had on base and during missions. They shared bites and ultimately decided to trade one half of their sandwiches with the other. Damn, you made delicious food. Maybe Logan would come back again, maybe even on his own or with Riley. He wondered if you liked dogs and if you’d like seeing him again. He’d just have to find out.

Once the meal was over, they neatly stacked their plates in the dish return area and wiped leftover crumbs off the table. Heading to the door, David turned around. “Thanks for the food, we’ll be back soon!” You smiled at them and waved at Logan.

“Glad you liked it. See you next time, Logan!” Logan waved as he continued walking before he almost blue-screened. You said his name specifically. Maybe because you didn’t know David’s name but… his name sounded nice coming from you. David slung his arm around his brother’s shoulder and kept walking. David noticed it too. The two brothers walked with a smile on their faces and bellies full. The blush was coming back to his face and his thoughts came back to you.