#Fuck you and your wife!
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*licks finger and holds it up to the wind*
ah yes, my dream team neg post is getting likes again, the white boys are being neg worthy
#*does a lil dancey dance*#these guys are absolutely not goated with the sauce#I swear I called the latest dream mcc whine-a-palooza#Dream neg#mcc discourse#Cc!dream neg#dteam neg#Sapnap neg#Georgenotfound neg#Gnf neg#Fuck you and your wife!
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uhm uh. rdr jovier.
#rdr2#rdr#javier escuella#john marston#jovier#red dead redemption 2#when you have to kill your lover to save your wife and child.#and you cant look at his face bc you cant face what you had to do.#red dead redemption#red dead#can A/I_art die already i dont like how glaze makes my art look like jpeg images lmao#um anyway. jovier still on the brain. i promise i draw other rdr stuff besides them JFKEJNFN#i still have a bunch of stuff to post stay tuned<3#oh fuck i forgot the tws#tw blood#tw death#nobody:#my brain cell immediately attaching to the only mexican character in a piece of media:#my art
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did somebody say dadkarios
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#gale dekarios#galemance#dadkarios#pregnancy cw#just a man and his slightly terrifying wife and goblin offspring#the sign won’t stop her because she can read but she’s ignoring it#this was inevitable we all knew it was coming#i almost regret spending so much time on these but they’re so pretty#i love decorating the wizard tower#side note have you ever had a baby pull your hair it fucking HURTS#they’re out for blood from day one#spoilers for future stuff but poor cyra goes through fucking HELL with that baby and it looks nothing like her#also i'm fully a gale abs denialist. where's his tummy you cowards make him Soft
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Sally is the real neighborhood Rizzler... you all know i'm right...
#she knew what she was doingggggg#she Knew!!!!#'youre going to make me blush' yes poppy i think that was her intention <3#popstar is A tier ship you cant convince me otherwise#fuck now im tempted to make a For Fun ship tier list.... no im not. the exhaustion is just making me insane#popstar is theeeeeee lesbian pairing tho#fingers crossed im onto something with them#cmon cmon i love being right#i love clocking relationships before they happen its my fav hobby when watching/reading stuff#i know im delusional with laughingstock but Popstar? i! am! so! correct!#probably. maybe. if im Wrong... dont light your torches im just a lil guy#scribble garnish#welcome home#wh popstar#sally starlet#poppy partridge#THAT TABLE SHOT MY WIFE AND ATE MY LEFTOVERS#i rarely scribble objects and the like and its For A Reason#it was fun for like... ten seconds and then it got tedious but i was Committed#although. i will admit.#scribbling the misc items was nice. love me some Stuff and Things
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it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.
i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.
it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.
#warm up#writeblr#i spent a lot of time picturing our future#how funny to think: in each version of our future#i was never myself#i was someone smarter kinder braver#better adept.#who could navigate the way you shouted and got angry at small things and never fucking believed the best of me#i would never be needy and you'd never get tired of me#people usually talk about how we picture people as being “fixable”. but i assumed i was the problem. my idyllic picture wasn't of you.#it was a version of me that wasn't ill. that needed no extra help. that could be your wife and happy#the fact i wasn't happy was because there is something so wrong inside me. it's always been that way. i convinced myself:#if i stay i can change. if i stay i can make it worth it. i can apologize and fix this. and make us both okay.#for the last year i've been thinking about how you blamed our whole breakup on me. how it was my fault for whatever thing.#and i agreed with you. because of course i did. you'd trained me to believe everything was my fault . that you wanted to love me and i made#it far too hard. that i was always finding ways to ''set you off'.#a few days ago while i was doing something else#i realized that while i was in crisis you told me to fuck off and find someone else to get help. and you never fucking apologized .#you said i made you do that because i wasn't being sensible. i had been crying too hard to speak clearly.#you said: you're doing this to manipulate me.#you forgave yourself for that. i had to forgive you without apology. you said you were right to react that way. and then you were SO#SO annoyed. any time i said: i feel like you aren't nice to me. it is hard to trust that you love me.#i don't think about you that much anymore. but these days when i do: all i can think is that im not sure u ever really understood kindness#you were the cruelest to the people closest to you. and most of the time. that meant it fell to me.
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listened to The Bradys and thought about duck again you all know what that means
#dhmis#dhmis duck#me art#it MEANS i start thinking about duck and forced domesticity and we are a family arent we and sheer delusion#and 1950s wife getups and mixing all that shiny plasticity with the gore and wet felt of the dhmis world#AND i make a reference to Pearl ( the movie) :]#it just KEEPS HAPPENING... I JUST KEEP THINKING OF THAT DAMN BIRD#Anyways. putting this on Art That Makes No Fucking Sense unless you Know Me#and if this makes no sense to u well guess u dont know me :p#[SCREAMING AND CLENCHING MY FISTS] I'M JUST TRYING TO BE YOUR LADY!!!!! YOUR PERFECT MISS BRADY!!!!!!!!#my duck art is just gonna keep getting nicher and nicher until i die
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The most fucking annoying thing about all the "conflict of interest" gate is it's going to be F1 Academy and Susie that suffer as a result of it.
They're not going to lobby for Toto to move on and dissociate from Mercedes, they'll want Susie fired, so F1 Academy will lose the person spearheading it, despite her clearly being the best qualified person for the role right now. Just as the series is finally going to get an opportunity to take off, it will lose its rudder and get derailed before its begun.
And even if they DON'T find anything of note, it's Susie's reputation that will end up being tarnished, because its always women that bear the brunt of these things, despite F1 and 'conflict of interest' going hand in hand since records began.
And all this for a tabloid magazine article by someone who not only is banned from the paddock, but has been on the receiving end of numerous libel cases from people inside the paddock.
The FIA are trying to appear like they're being 'fair and thorough and authoritative' but they're not, they're just legitimising the accusations when it's not really their issue to investigate. It's shameful politicking and it's yet another example of the FIAs internalised misogyny. Where was their investigation into the allegations about Mohammed Ben Sulayem? Or is it only when it suits them?
#f1#I'm genuinely really angry about this#There's definitely some shit going on targeting Toto specifically#And I know he's fucking annoying but this feels like dirty tactics#When do we investigate every ferrari employee who works in the FOM/FIA?#You just have to look at the online reaction to know people have already decided its legit#It's a bit of a sham tbh..#'Hi toto have you spoken to your wife this year? Oh well jail then I'm afraid'#If the FOM have told Susie shit then that's the FOM'S fuck up#Like there's nothing of genuine relevance to her that she possibly could have told toto?
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yesterday my dad asked me ‘why can’t you like pink, girly, feminine things like most women?’ (lol) what i didn’t tell him is that i do like pink, girly, feminine things………. i like to fuck them 💖
#desperately need me a pink girly feminine thing to fuck#i was tempted but i think he’d have a heart attack#he watches a lot of kdrama and is upset that i’m not girly like the women in those shows#i told him no one’s stopping him from buying pink girly things if that’s what he likes#does he feel the need to enjoy it through me? like girl do your thing i’m perfectly fine being ‘too masculine’ thank you#i looooove femininity#maybe one day he can live vicariously through my wife#wlw nsft#wlw ns/fw#sapphic nsft#sapphic ns/fw#wlw mood#wlw concepts#masc4femme#butch4femme#femme4masc#femme4butch#pillow princess#femme nsft#femme ns/fw#⌨️#about
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matchmaker
#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#the djinn#nandermo#the djinn is so funny he was annoyed so he made nandermo canon#you know what? fuck you *makes you think about your best man while you’re fucking your wife*#my art
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he is babygirl to ME.........
#im groaning like a dying old man why do i gotta wife up the most difficult villains to draw#anyways . my delusions r winning#2023#fanart#overwatch#ramattra#overwatch fanart#overwatch 2#why did they give a robot an adams apple. who was responsible 4 that. ill kiss you right on your fucking mouth
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And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks, and I
Saw your mom she forgot that I existed and
It's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas
And I'll dream each night of some version of you
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Stick Season - Noah Kahan
#mothwing#leafpool#mothpool#mothwing x leafpool#warrior cats#wc#apparently i have a thing for tragic lesbians#these two and daisy and squilf too#stick season by noah kahan lives rent fucking free in my head as a mothpool song#what if your wife died and you had to hear about it second hand#and you dont believe in god so you can never see her ghost as she sadly follows you wishing you'd look back at her#i know I KNOW thats not how starclan works in the books BUT I DO NOT CARE#tragedy is my bread and butter when it comes to these two#what if you haunted only the places where you and your wife went on dates and met up#but she's always somewhere else and you never guess the right location and you dont hear her talk to the air hoping youd hear her
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DAY 7: i miss my wife bonbon
#codacheetah#isat#loop isat#twohat spoilers#isat act 6 spoilers#SLIDING IN WITH 14 MINUTES TO THE CLOCK YEA BABY#this is like the dollar store version of what i had in my head but in my defense i was out all day. woopsiedoodle#its my personal postcanon headcanon that sif goes on like a several month 'i miss my dead wife' arc about loop bc he thinks they evaporated#into the either infinity war style after their fight. so theyre rlly sad and emo n shit about it but theyre like well. i hope loop is happy#at least. i hope they moved on and found peace :)#meanwhile loop does not know what moving on is they are clawing onto mortality with every last sap of their strength#always approximately 4 seconds from deciding to track down the party#but theyre scared so they spend all their time fuckin playing with birds and scaring kids or whatever#until one day siffrin's like stars i know they probably cant hear me but i miss them. and like does the handsign morosely#and then after several seconds loop picks up like ....hi stardust!!! wow you really didnt miss me that much huh!!!#siffrin voice: YOU'RE NOT FUCKING DEAD?!#anyways what heinous crime did the running one commit. leave your answers in the comments below#also. happy one week of this fucking guy!!!
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my post about Danver’s racism hits so much harder knowing now that she had an Indigenous son and she lost him, implicitly to someone white and drunk like the woman she arrests in an early episode. She made a life with a man she loved and she had a baby with him - someone she likely felt growing inside her, that was born with her eyes, that looked nothing else like her but was her baby. Her special little boy. And then this town, out of nowhere, stole him from her in the most horrific way. So love nothing. Protect no one. Let nobody in. Until Navarro with all her problems and her heart and her belief and that connection which allows her to see Holden, to tell Liz what he said, comes crashing in. And everything changes.
#LIZ DANVERS I’M CRYING FOR YOU#oh her precious baby. so rare in so many ways. fuck. she lost her husband and her son#why protect Prior’s relationship. he’s going to lose his wife and son anyway this town takes and takes and takes from Indigenous people#and if you love them you lose them#genuinely want to wail. interracial narratives of how your heart can twist into something ugly because you loved so hard and lost it kill me#keep your walls up high and let nobody in. let no pain in. let no love in either.#night country#true detective night country#true detective#true detective: night country#liz danvers
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#columbo#season 4#playback#man shut the fuck up. i can't wait for columbo to kill you#how dare you speak to your beautiful gorgeous sweetheart wife that way#love when they do Not bother to redeem the villain whatsoever. this guy's entirely and unapologetically shitheaded + charmless. beautiful
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All the baby talk got me wanting to live vicariously but with Bee and König, mostly their horses like oops Honey got out for a little too long one day while no one was looking and now is expecting a foal from one of König's horses any day now 🐴💕🐴
Bee and König prepping Honey's stall for the new arrival and he daydreaming about Bee having the same enthusiasm for their gaggle of babies one day 😭
The way this just pierced my heart... I think we all have baby fever thanks to the fae-by. I knew she was a bad idea...
That said I did actually plan on Honey hooking up with one of König's studs lol, Bee isn't the only one who likes a big boy.
Honey has been sick all week and it's starting to make you worried. Or, not starting. You've been losing a lot of sleep over it, calling König for advice and avoiding calling the vet in the hopes she'll get better. You finally caved last night when she hardly wanted to leave her stall for a walk around the pasture.
"Congratulations, she's pregnant." The vet tells you after a thorough exam. She seems like a nice woman, a little severe in the face but warm enough in the way she interacts with Honey.
"Pregnant?" You confirm, trying to think of how, when, who... The vet's brows shoot up.
"Not trying then, alright." The vet sighs and pats Honey's ribs, "Well, we'll take her off any cambendazole dewormers for now, and I'll give you a few days to decide if you want to keep it." She hands you her card, as if you don't already have her number. You see her back to her car, worrying now more than ever.
You call König as soon as the vet leaves. His horses are the only ones Honey's been around, and you can't imagine he's looking for any foals.
"Honey's pregnant," You tell him as soon as he picks up. König is silent for so long you have to check to make sure he didn't hang up on you.
"And she only gets into my pasture," He says finally, filling in the blank you'd purposefully left out for his own nerves.
"Yeah..." You wince. Somehow it feels like telling him you're the pregnant one. You imagine the spike of anxiety is the same. The long silences from you co-horse-grandparent feel very similar as well.
"Is she alright?" He asks, concern coloring his voice in a way you didn't expect. Well, you suppose he is a horse guy.
"Vet said she's perfectly healthy, but you know Honey. She's moping. Guess she didn't think her fun would have any consequences." König laughs on the other end of the line and you feel the anxiety in your chest loosen.
"Good. That's good." He hums, thinking, you like this better than his silence. "I'll come over, we can figure out what you want to do." You smile a little to yourself at the way he says it, like yours is the only opinion that matters. You've never had anyone put you first like König does.
"Ok, see you soon." You don't mean it to sound as sappy as it comes out, you really have to work on that, keeping your cool when König is just being himself.
You let Honey out into her pasture and go to sit on the fence to wait for König. You think this is the nicest part of sharing a property line. Waiting for him to walk over instead of listening for the rumble of a car engine. You raise a hand to wave when you spot him, earning a raised hand in return. It makes you giddy just seeing him.
It's terribly endearing when he greets Honey first, eyes soft on yours before they turn to your horse.
"Sehr gut, Mama? Bist du in Schwierigkeiten geraten?"
König strokes a hand down Honey's nose, gentle as ever with her, murmuring his German affections. You pretend not to notice the sugar cube he slips her, more focused on the after. When he plants his hands on the top of the fence and hops it with little more than his raw strength. His feet hit the ground on your property and his hands leave the fence to settle on your waist, lifting you off your perch to set you back on your feet.
His hands slide off of you, idle touches, his fingers lingering even as you turn to grab Honey's lead. He makes heat bloom over your cheeks, more tactile now that there's something settled between you. There's truly no chance of acting normal around him now.
"Are any of your horses acting..." You fish for the right word, not even sure what you're asking.
"Paternal? No," König shakes his head, a laugh edging into his voice, "they're the same as always."
You try not to feel too crestfallen. They're male horses of course they wouldn't be feeling any different. Poor Honey is the only one suffering for her night of fun. All by her lonesome with her consequences and no idea what went wrong. Left to pick up the pieces of her life when her beau abandons her. He wouldn't care if he knew how badly he hurt her anyway, probably did it on purpose. Ok, maybe you're projecting a little.
"Typical men," You grumble, leading Honey into her stall, "Why should they care when they already got what they want." You put an extra helping of alfalfa into her feeder while König hovers nearby. He seems twitchier than usual, fingers playing with the hem of his bandana like he can't decide what to do with it.
"I would." König says, flinching a little when you turn to blink up at him in confusion.
"What?" You can't figure out what he's responding to, you hadn't really been talking to him. Oh, no, did he think you meant him? His fidgeting makes you think maybe he's taking your bitterness to heart. Your heart hammers in your chest, the wheels spinning as you try to remember what you've told him about your life.
"I'd care, I'd want to be-" He stops himself, rethinks, "If it was me, if it was my baby, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but with you." You think steam might actually come out of your ears with how quickly you feel your face heat up. Blush popping onto your face like a gunshot.
"What?" You repeat, because you are stuck with your thoughts twirling around the "you" part of that statement. König seems to realize his mistake just as quickly.
"I'm- Please do not look at me right now, Hummelchen." He says like it pains him. You turn back to Honey quickly, lock your eyes on the wall of the barn and try to keep them there. "I misspoke, I was only trying to-"
"Let's focus on Honey." You offer, listening to him isn't helping you calm down your rapid pulse. Is König thinking about babies? You haven't even- Wait, babies? God, he only mentioned the one, why did you have to tack on the 's'?
"Right, Honey." He sighs, almost too happy to have you redirecting the conversation. "I'm a little worried about her," It's all business now, König's hand reaching past you to scratch between her ears, "It's a miracle one of my boys didn't hurt her, but a draft foal is..."
You worry the inside of your cheek between your teeth. You hadn't thought of that. Hadn't thought of how much bigger than Honey her potential Beau must be. She was little more than half their size. You shoot her a look, a very disappointed parental look. How the hell did she manage this? You glance at König's hand, his fingers gentle but so very big. Come to think of it you're sort of in the same position.
"I'll call the vet back and see what she thinks," You glance over your shoulder and up at König, he seems focused on Honey, "Do you, uh, want to be there?"
"Only if you want me there," He doesn't take his eyes off Honey, stroking down her nose with all the care in the world.
"I do." You tell him before you can really think about it. When did König become such a source of comfort for you?
"Then I'll be there." It's good practice, König thinks, good reassurance that he isn't going anywhere, that he'll find every shred of doubt and crush it. He's not a good man by any stretch of the definition, but he's damn sure better than the jackass that left you in the dust.
#könig x reader#könig fanfiction#könig call of duty#cowboy!König#oc: bee#König x oc#Bee thinking about how big König's babies would be#they'd be fucking huge Bee#christ woman this man is trying to wife you up you can't be saying I do around him#use your brain Bee I know you've got one#being around König gives her stupid disease#f!reader#könig x fem reader#König x f!oc
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mikey and his sunshine gf. need i say more
i haven't written much fluff about sweetgf!reader and dickheadbf!mike, but once again, i feel like this is them!
tags: sweetgf!reader +dickheadbf!mike, fluff, one moment of suggestiveness, mike curves his fuck buddy for the love of his life ♡ errors bc even though i proofread, i’ve been so fucking tired blegh
sweetgf is super sweet to mike, and i know it may seem like you just love breaking him down and making him whiny and desperate for you, but you would literally grab earth in both hands and give it to him if that's what he wanted.
you'd been in lots of relationships where you'd gotten fully invested, pouring herself in (foolishly and) wholeheartedly. they all ended with you in tears, disheartened and jaded with humanity. after your last relationship burst into flames over you asking for just one bouquet of flowers for your birthday, you'd never wanted to be with someone ever again.
that is, until mike.
you'd first seen him with a tiny, well-endowed blonde girl, standing in line for a comically expensive beer at a nearly saturday concert. they were one of your favorite bands, and something about seeing him there, sexy and brooding and taking up so much space in the crowded drinks line, fascinated you. he looked bored beyond comprehension, eyes shadowy under the dim overhead lights and arms crossed over his chest as his friend dashed up to the booth when it was their turn, her body wracked with the movement of conversation.
he'd stayed back from her, a feet or so of space between them as she ordered, holding up a peace sign to signal two beers and flashing her ID. the vendor had to have said something off-putting, because mike rolled his eyes, a deep scowl set into his face as his friend was handed the beers, looking off into the distance.
he'd caught your stare. you swore at yourself because how embarrassing was it for him to catch you like that? redness blossomed over your features, but you still couldn’t look away. you two maintained eye contact for a bit, just staring until a smirk creeped onto mike’s face. it was so small from where you were, but it still shined on you like a million suns. you returned his action with your own grin, all teeth and embarrassment, sheepishly looking down to the ground before your friend pulled on your forearm. you’d forgotten you were standing in the merch line with her, frozen where you’d stood.
“c’mon y/n! we gotta get our merch so we can get to our seats before they start!”
you two were up in the mezzanine, front row seats protected by metal railings. you were almost at the end of the row, two seats left beside you, and you wondered if anyone would sit there. the concert hall had started to fill up more post opener, and you felt the jitters of seeing your idols living and breathing in front of you creeping around under your skin.
you’d decided to put your merch on, sliding your arms and head through the respective holes. you met mike's smirk again when you'd finished, all of the moisture leaving your mouth. he was sitting in the seat beside you, his friend in the one at the very end. they both had their large beer mugs in hand, and you couldn't stop thinking about how mike could hold the monstrosity with just one, noticing that his friend needed both of her dainty ones. condensation trickled over his fingers.
the friend looked over at you with wide, friendly eyes, pointing at your shirt with a gasp.
"oh em jee, that shirt is so cute! i didn't even get a chance to look at the merch, the line was so long and i didn't want to miss the beginning of the show. how much was it?" she talked so quickly, not a single mistake made.
"$40," you mumbled, choking on your answer as you tried to shift your eyes away from mike. he'd begun sliding down in the seat, manspreading his legs. his knee grazed yours ever so slightly, and you worked hard to maintain your poker face. "uh, $40," you tried again after clearing your throat.
"sick! hopefully there are some after the show. thanks," the girl smiled at you, sugary and beaming with pink lipgloss, before leaning towards mike's ear and whispering something to him.
she'd giggled after, placing a hand on his thigh and a kiss on his cheek, and you'd concluded that she had to be his girlfriend, or at least someone he was seeing. it was disrespectful of you to keep staring at him, wondering how his hands would feel traversing every inch of your body. you finally wrenched your eyes away from him, focused on the stage.
once the show had started, everyone was on their feet except for mike, and maybe a few other people that felt the same way he did. he was watching with indifferent eyes, leisurely downing his beer. there was a better show right next to him; you, or rather your ass, in his face, shimmying around to the up-tempo pop punk. claudia, his date-fuckbuddy-whatever the hell, had tried so many times to get him to stand up, but he didn't budge.
he hated this kind of music honestly, but watching you having the time of your life, singing along to every lyric and note change, made him want to enjoy it with you. for you. you looked so happy, so lively, shouting words at your friend's face and bouncing along to amplified rhythms. your aura was so bright, and something about it made mike's chilly heart defrost.
after the band had done their "last" song, he'd whispered into claudia's ear for another beer. she'd bought his first one even though he'd offered to pay, and he decided that he would let her be as generous as she wanted to be. mike saw it as compensation, considering that fact that he'd had only come because she needed a ride.
she'd nodded enthusiastically, taking off after giving mike another kiss on the cheek.
he turned to you then, reaching up to poke at your shoulder. you glanced back at him, grinning shyly. "you caught me staring at you before the show. quite the coincidence that you and your girlfriend had seats next to us."
he shook his head, saying, "claud's not my girl, and yeah, i did catch you. no coincidence though. these were the seats on her tickets." he'd left off the part of the story where he'd seen you as he walked down the stairs of the mezzanine, asking claudia to switch seats because he "hated" sitting on the end.
his smile beamed through the darkness of the hall, adding to the brightness around you once the lights onstage came up once more. they don't make you turn away from him, and you were staring at each other again. he stood to his feet finally, pulling his phone from his pocket and shoving it your way. "here. give me your number and we can talk more about it later."
you took his phone into your hands dumbfoundedly, typing out your number as the first chords of the encore song vibrated around you. you'd filled out your contact, adding two eye emojis to your name, before giving mike his phone back with another shy smile. "yeah. i'd like that."
he danced with you for the final two songs. he didn’t think he'd ever had this much fun with someone other than abby.
claudia had run down the stairs after the house lights came back on, holding the new beer mugs to her chest. the moisture made her shirt cling to her boobs, and you could see all the eyes around that trained on her.
"beer for you," she mused, trying to hand it over, but mike raised his hand, declining. "it's okay. didn't want it after all."
claudia frowned, looking around at the masses of people moving out of the venue. "but mikeyyyyyyyyy, i missed the encore for it!" you shouldn't have liked that he sent her away so that he could enjoy the rest of the concert with you, but it ignited this feeling in you that you couldn't get rid of, warm and fuzzy in your heart and in your core,
"i'll pay you back," mike spat, unaware of your friend tugging at your arm again so that you two could leave and beat the traffic outside. you gave him a wave and a smile as you were hastily whisked up the stairs, and he'd winked back, a tiny, almost undetectable action.
mike was never one to text back on the same day he'd gotten a number. "later" was an ambiguous time to him, but this time, he felt compelled to send you a message once he'd dropped claudia off and let her down gently, a simple, "i just don't think we're compatible." he'd expected claudia to shrug it off, but instead, she screamed, cried, begged for mike not to reject her. it was sad to him, but confusing as well. they'd never ever been together, meeting on an app strictly for hookups.
"mike, please. i really like you. i want to be with you." how the two of you had gone from casual fucking to her thinking she was in love, mike didn't know, but he just blurted out a fake remorseful, "sorry" before pulling away from her house.
he didn't want to sit around wasting time. he had someone to text.
the rest was history, really.
you'd expected mike to be an asshole through and through. he was aloof in this way that you didn't think you liked, and he'd reminded you of so many people you'd been with before, acting like caring about someone with your whole being (or at least some of it) was a waste of energy and time, but he'd proved you wrong.
you'd told him about your relationship past, and he decided that he needed to change everything for you. he took you on consistent dates, rotating between your choices and his, listened to you talk about everything and nothing, carried you on his back whenever you wanted, genuinely comforted you when you cried; he even woke you up on your birthday with breakfast and a bouquet of flowers, adding an extra flower for every year.
he was a dickhead sometimes, ignoring you or giving you his pitiful, patronizing eyes when you said something flighty or annoying you with his childish gripes when he was irritated, but you always softened him up, smiling or laughing or eyelash fluttering your way into making him relax, making him sigh and nuzzle into you. he loved hugging you tight, feeling your energy through your skin, rocking you and your pastel dresses back and forth.
you were so brilliant, shining so brightly on him that he couldn't help but cave in. mike loved giving himself to you, servicing you in any and every way; you never went unsatisfied with him.
it doesn't take much for him to do anything for you, wanting to show you he cares, that he loves you. you were a delicate thing in his eyes, so perfect and celestial, a literal angel sent from heaven to be his. you and your gentle, loving eyes and soft, soothing caresses. you felt the same way, so deeply enamored with him in every way. he'd taught you so many things, so many things about yourself and your body, so many things you would only give to him. submission was shared between you, making you both soft for each other.
you couldn't believe that you two had made it this far, a few years in and still going strong, though mike had never really gotten better at fully communicating when he's upset. he tries his best, you know, but you can tell he's having trouble when he comes into the house from picking abby up. she runs past you, yelling hi on her way to draw in her room. mike just huffs as he takes off his jacket and moves around the living room, mildly sulking around.
you're painting your toes, and look up at his back with gentle eyes. "mikeyyyyyy," you chorus, watching how his shoulders slightly drop at your voice. "what's wrong?" he hated when anyone else called him mikey, but somehow, you always prodded at his soft spot, disarming him.
he faces you now, all pouty and irked and you make grabby hands for him, cracking a warm smile as he sits on the couch and scoots so you're in his arms and halfway in his lap. your perfume distracts him momentarily, and he inhales deeply, laughing as you swat him, trying to talk between your own giggles. "mikeee, stop. tell me what's wrong."
"my sandwich," his tone is exasperated, nearly a wail. he closes his eyes. "no sourdough."
"again?" you say, toning it with as much compassion as you could. you loved mike, but he was always disappointed by this sandwich. this place he went to never had sourdough apparently, and you believed it. you'd only seen him get it a couple times a month, joyous and cheery and the most excited that he'd finally gotten his favorite lunch treat. "why don't you do different bread again? which one did you do that last time?"
"rye, and it's not the same. not bad, but not sourdough."
"well, you don't have to let it get you down, baby." you stroke his arm, rubbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pressing your lips to his temple for a few long kisses. he sighs under you, his breathing even. "you'll get your sandwich. you always do."
little did he know that you meant you'd make it for him personally every day, using his card to get the ingredients every time you needed to restock.
you'd have it prepared in a ziploc bag for him, and it didn't matter if you were at his house, or your own; there wasn't one day since then that he hadn't gotten his sandwich on sourdough, and a cute little note with doodles and wishes and fantasies from you, signed with "i love you the most" in neat, swirling cursive, your name, and three hearts. he thought your sandwich was better by a mile.
you were one of his bright spots, his sun. his star.
hehe cutie origin story (i am so tired, so eepy). hope you all enjoy this one <3 i love this dynamic and i think they're so fun to write about.
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