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something something i finally watched arcane on sat something about all the new gaybies i have adopted something something im doomed
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hotluncheddie · 2 months
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omg it's been said before but your autistic Steve series is so good so life affirming so precious to me..... and so I would like to share my own thoughts on the matter...... Steve who did sports bc he had so much excess energy!! and now he gets the zoomies all the time and needs NEEDS to get outside and run around when the weather is nice...... Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask and Robin who says she likes him better without it!!!!.... Steve hyperfixations (feat Steve who reads and frequents the library my beloved, he's so casually curious it just makes sense with his characterization I think)...... Steve full body stimming with Eddie or Robin and feeling amazing!!!!!...... Steve who has set up his space Exactly The Way He Likes It.....
love and light to you ♥️💋🥞🏄🏻
lovely 2jug2head!!! hello!!! ur so sweet!!!
but autistic steve!!! my love!! my guy!!! yesssss!!!! these are all so good! so sweet and lovely and perfect!!! ty for sending me this!!!
(sorry this reply took a little to get too, i've been on my freak shit but finally got few ideas down for u <3)
i think steve would take time learning what stimming and being overstimulated and understimulated means. i think after the upside-down especially, but a lot before that too, he got too used to detaching, kind of separating from his body in order to survive. so now, sometimes, he gets these itches and urges and weird feelings and he just doesn’t know what to do about it. [and i think sport definitely helped him in the past, but i dunno if he would make that connection right away.]
but, he watches robin flap her arms with her sweater sleeves covering her hands. and watches eddie get fucking breathless head banging to a song. he sees robin skip to his car at the end of a shift, looking up at the sky and letting out a 'AHH!' with so so much feeling, cheeks flushed and eyes bright that the day is done, getting in and fiddling with the radio like it’s no big deal. he watches eddie jiggle his leg and bite his rings and stand up and pace when he's talking about something he loves. and steve tries them.
he tries all of them.
he fists his hands and shakes them until something dislodges in his chest, till he can finally take a full breath. he sings loudly along to bruce springsteen and wham in his car in the mornings, sometimes not ever really singing, just making noise. he jumps around his room with robin when she plays blondie, he asks eddie to show him how to head bang, tries it and laughs and kisses him breathless when the song ends. he gives robin his keys and takes off running in a lap around the building after work, sometimes near sprinting, sometimes circling five, six times, going till he's panting and the faces of all the people he had to see that day are washed away, until he can't feel the plastic on his fingers, can't smell the bleach or the too much cologne some guy used. until he's reset, until he's him again, not theirs, not who anyone wants him to be. until he feels good again, lets himself feel good.
sometimes, now, he jiggles his leg the same way eddie does, at the same time, until robin says she has to move 'feel fuckin' seasick over here with you two goblins.' and eddie just laughs. and steve can curl up into his side, if he wants, can pick up eddies hand and bite his rings if he feels like it, eddie would let him, maybe call him cute, wouldn't judge him. neither of them would, if he did that, if he did more. they would never, and its so nice.
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["Steve who thinks he's unforgivably strange and unlovable without his perfectly crafted mask" ;-; that's my fcuking GUY. he would and its so :(( !!!! ]
but yeah, robin would hate that fake plastic smile he puts on to mask sometimes. and she'd tell him, with so much love. 'stop it. show me you.' because she just wants to be with steve.
but she’s so wonderful, he just, she gets it. sometimes things that he didn’t even know were bothering him will build and he’ll snap and rant and moan to finally get it all out. lungs heaving as he empties everything out before her. but she’ll just look at it, and seem to place it all in a way that makes sense, a way that’s small and fits in his pocket. she’ll say ‘woah yeah, that seems like a lot / would be stressful / i’m not surprised you're overwhelmed’ and it’s just. it’s so simple. he’s seen, he’s listened too and validated. it still makes him pause, in stunned silence, and it’s like there’s a plaster placed on his heart with every instance that it happens. sometimes it seems to strike such a chord it's like it's hitting a deep wound that he buried inside, a scab finally healing and falling away. sometimes it makes him sob in her arms, overwhelmed and amazed and so so moved by this person he's met, this wonderful angelic creature that he gets to call his.
the next time he has his super masked, customer service face on when its just the two of them, she threatens to bite him. and steve smiles for real, laughs, feels another plaster sticking over the others.
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and steve library frequenter yes yes!! i agree that he is curious and practical and i think a hands on kind of guy! so i think he goes to the library and gets books about cars. i think he likes learning about how to fix his, trying to understand what could go wrong, how it happens, what you do in different scenarios. i think that's something him and eddie and wayne bond over, helping to fix their cars. steve and eddie even work together to do up wayne's van a little, getting it a new bumper and a couple parts scavenged at the junkyard. it's fun for him to work out what's missing, what’s changed, how and why and then putting it into practice. taking something apart and putting it back together. makes him feel proud of himself, something he really doesn't feel often. makes his brain zone in and flow and focus for a couple hours and it just feels so nice, its a happy time for him.
also, speaking of special interests - ✨sport stats✨. steve can name the players of all the basketball teams currently playing professionally, likes watching the tactics shows that come on before and after the games. likes talking at eddie and explaining why its actually really cool that they swapped out that player to give this new guy a chance, he's big news, a young up and comer and has a really interesting play style, its gonna work well with how their current manger organises the court. and eddie just smiles at him, squeezing steves hand in his lap and trying to understand what he sees on screen, follow along (he struggles to take in all the information, it's just not his thing. but it makes him so happy when he watches steve watch.) and steves happy little keens when something interesting happens, mindlessly fiddling with eddie’s fingers and tapping his other hands fingers against his knee, 1, 2, 3, 2, 4, 2. relaxed and focused and sometimes he rocks when it gets really tense and eddies heart bursts.
because it wasn't always like that, it was a struggle and a near pleading for eddie to just get steve to tell him what he likes, talk to him, get to know him. to just let eddie in. because eddie wanted to know everything and steve just didn't know how to deal with that. why would eddie care? no one ever listens to him. he's embarrassing and annoying and gets to loud and eddie doesn't like sports so why would steve tell him anything? it took soft words and gentle encouragement and reassurance again and again that he's listening, he wants to listen, wants to know. 'always, always wanna listen to what you have to say stevie.' so when steve comes over to the trailer after work, talking about the latest switch they announced in the paper, how last nights points shifted the league around and now he doesn't even know who's going to win, isn't that cool? eddie fucking beams because this is his boy. his bright, beautiful, exited baby and he’s talking to eddie, he's letting eddie see him.
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steve and his space though. thinking very much about that. he doesn’t have the strictest schedule, he’s learning that sometimes its okay to leave the sheets for another couple days, that the dust can settle for another week before he needs to wipe it away. but some things are just, they just have to be right. he needs to know where things are, needs the important stuff in the same place every day so he doesn't forget. needs his products in the bathroom out and in order so he can keep track of when something needs replacing, so he's not left without something he needs. wants this one specific pillow at night, and one for between his knees and a duvet on year round, needs it to feel warm and safe and right in his bed.
and his clothes, its not even about the sensory stuff for him, like yeah most of his tops are soft, his jeans pretty worn in. he has some really old sweatshirts that are special, that come out on the worst days. but it's also about how clothes look, how they make him feel. he want his jeans to fit right, sit right on his shoes. wants his shirts to make his shoulders look nice, make him feel comfortable and confident and like a normal fucking person who can exist in the world. its another part of the mask, maybe. but it works and its his and most of the time he thinks he looks good. and that's okay. he's learning and its healthy and its practical and it helps.
but he also adores wearing eddies t-shirts. when he's at home all day or to sleep at night. especially if eddies not there, when steve misses him, when he wants him. steve wears eddies t-shirts to bed. they're all ones eddies left after staying, they're old and soft and the tags have been cut out and they smell like eddie. like his eddie. like he's there. steve loves it, wraps himself up in it, helps him feel soothed and taken care of even if he's alone, maybe its a little sad, makes him feel embarrassed, too much. but he's learning not to care.
sometimes eddie talks to him and touches him in a certain special way that makes steve feel so so foggy and taken care of and amazing. so, if eddie's not there but he craves that foggy feeling, steve wears eddies t-shirts and he speaks to himself like eddie would and he makes himself dinner and looks after himself and tucks himself into bed and rubs the fabric of the collar against his nose. and tries not to feel embarrassed if he needs more, if he has to suck on his fingers/thumb for a while, clutching the fabric in his hand. tries to let himself whimper or even cry a little if he needs, at how nice it feels, how gooey and needy he can allow himself to get. accept it as part of himself, that eddie likes it, still likes him, still loves him. just something he needs sometimes. and steve falls asleep, wearing eddies t-shirt.
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gonna tag a few people who might want to see, hope that's okay? wanna spread him around and show him off!! look at him!!! our best guy!!!
@pearynice @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @spectrum-spectre @just-a-tiny-void @steventhusiast @cherrychapsticksteve @lil-gremlin-things @finntheehumaneater @irethsune
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liketheletter-l · 11 months
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HAD TO draw Him from @cupcakeslushie 's separated au. ain't nothing better than a donatello who has something seriously wrong with him <3 <3 <3
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dranktwocoffees · 5 months
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my friend: yeah, ive seen avatar. i still cant believe zuko and katara didnt end up together
me, who was about to show her my zukka fanart: haha yeah
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kirii-kitten · 4 months
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A Dimple A Day
Day 321
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2aceofspades · 5 months
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I see your uno reverse Ace and I.....
*pulls out wallet and accordion style set of images unfolds to the floor*
...will uno reverse you back!
tremble at my surplus of uno reverse cards interspersed with pics of ur sona that i show off to anyone who asks!! And also anyone who doesnt ask! Basically anyone who stands still long enough next to me
Catch me hyping you up in the middle of a kraang battle idc the world will learn of your awesomeness
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Okay...okay...
*cracks knuckles*
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Come on...you know I had to...
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justaphantomhuman · 6 months
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GUYS...
GUYS..
B*TCH FARTMAN ART ALERT BELOW.
DW I REDREW IT
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LOOK AT THIS MONSTROSITY
LIKE REALLY?? PINK AND GREEN ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER,
AND YOU
fuck it up???
BITCH??
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LOOK.
UNFUCKED UP COLOUR COMBO. BY THE SAME MAN
AND HE SOMEHOW ANIME-YASSIFIES MY POOR LAD, FUCKS HIM UP, GIVES HIM A SHOULDER TIT??
HOW DO YOU FUCK UP *BOKEH LIGHTS*?
JUST BECAUSE DANNY IS AN ADULT IN THIS DRAWING DOESN'T MEAN HE NEEDS TO HAVE THAT MUCH CHIN.
JESUS CHRIST
anyways have my 30 min sketch down below
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thatlonelycactus · 2 months
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Okay, please don’t yell at me but:
As much as Aziraphale wanted to take the job in heaven to restore Crowley’s angelic status, I think some part of himself let him believe that Crowley would want to come back because he wanted to, well, he wanted to become an angel again. I think deep down in some, small part of his heart he knew how Crowley would react but he convinced himself that maybe it would be different. Maybe if Crowley could help him run it things would change. Maybe if they were in it together Crowley would be happy to follow the very thing he hated- the Great/ineffable/whatever the great plan 2.0 plan. Maybe Armageddon 2.0 could be prevented. Maybe they could be everything Aziraphale had ever dreamed they could be. Because yes I agree he wanted to go to Heaven because he wanted Crowley to be able to be as happy as we see him before the beginning. He lives in denial of the fact that after 6000 years, neither of them are the same- neither of them can be like the angels they were. Aziraphale let himself believe that maybe they could. He told himself that Crowley would be overjoyed to go back to the side that made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with him. That neither of them had changed since the very first breaths of a universe that both of them would love like their own child. That, if it came down to it they could deal with Armageddon if that’s what the Almighty really wanted.
Aziraphale lets himself believe little lies like this because he can’t just let go of 6000 years on earth just like that to return to a side that he has been undyingly loyal to since literally forever. Because Aziraphale loves being an angel almost- maybe even more so- than he loves Earth. Because Everyday (haha get it *starts crying*) since Armageddont some small voice in his head was telling him he wasn’t doing any good. He wasn’t doing the “right” thing. He had abandoned the side of light. He had abandoned the “good” guys. And maybe some part of him believed it. Some part of him when he was away from Crowley, maybe even whilst he was with Crowley, felt like he had failed the Almighty; the being who had given him purpose for eternity; that he was being selfish.
Perhaps that’s why he jumped when the Metatron told him he could have it all. Perhaps he let himself believe that Crowley would come with him- because Crowley would love to be back in heaven, right? He was so happy amongst the stars, right? He would come to be with him… right? He let himself believe this because he needed heaven- he desired to be what he once treasured- he could be more- do more. He could make it better.
Maybe the idea of being angels together was just as much as a distant hope to Aziraphale as the kiss and being their own side was to Crowley.
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eggbagelz · 9 months
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quiet appreciation
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stil-lindigo · 8 months
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scorched earth.
a comic about a princess who died in a fire.
(this is a sequel to bite of winter, a comic about Snow and what became of her after her death.)
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all my other comics
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amrv-5 · 9 months
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M*A*S*H - “Taking the Fifth,” season 9, episode 9.
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spaceratprodigy · 3 months
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💫✨ Precious Stars in the Sky ✨💫
Merry Christmas @fairymistrose !! 💖💙
I've been so excited to show off our favorite cotton candy girlies again 💕
Commission Info | Ko-Fi | My Links
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djk-creations · 1 year
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This is my Secret Santa Gift for the lovely @shinzeroichi ! I went for yet another version of the good old “Hob saves Dream from the fishbowl”-trope and I really hope you like it! ^^
This is actually an event over on Ao3 and there is a collection full of new Dreamling content!
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misledmiseries · 3 months
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” this is feral level of nonsense!”
- favorite cub quote of season 9. cub vs scar’s tcg. 
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herwickedlittlesins · 11 months
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MiSS BEHAVE
Summary: Roman calls an impromptu Bloodline meeting, disrupting Mercy's plans for a brunch date.
Characters: Roman Reigns x Mercy (Black OC); Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Solo Sikoa, Paul Heyman
Content: Explicit mentions of sexual activity but no sex, Bloodline relationship dynamics, angry flirting, bratty behavior.
Word count: 2,779
A/N: Soooooo I know I mentioned some smut a while back, but I haven't been able to get that exactly how I want it. Apparently I'm more interested in angry flirting at the moment. LOL Anyway, this is more focused on character, dialogue, and voice. Hope you enjoy!
Also...listen to MiSS BEHAVE by Jidenna and Behave by Jai'len Josey!
Check out my other Roman Reigns fics His Mercy, Just One More, and Sidetracked, if you haven’t already. And the rest of my SPN fics on my Masterlist.😊
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I rub the goosebumps covering my arms in hopes that the heat will be enough to battle the freezing air in Roman’s home office. The easiest solution would be to grab one of his sweatshirts from the closet, but then he wouldn’t get to see this glorious set of tits and ass in his face with the knowledge that he could be rubbing on all of this right in this moment. And if he couldn’t see them, then smacking gum and pouting wouldn’t convey the message in its totality.
Promises were made to me, but not upheld, and that I cannot abide.
“You sure you don’t want a jacket?” Jey asks for the third time since he and his brothers got here. Though my friendship with twins began with Trinity, I’ve managed to get closer to Jey over the years. He’s sweet and protective, even if to a fault at times. I know he’s looking out for by asking, but I shoot him a wink hoping to calm his worries.
Jimmy, on the other hand, has a slightly different relationship with me. Jimmy smacks Jey’s arm and tosses his thumb over his own shoulder toward me. “Uce, she say she don’t want one! If she wanna be cold, let her be cold. Damn.” While Jey took the big brother role, Jimmy took the disgruntled friend approach and never looked back. 
I don’t blame him. All the nights of listening to me and Trinity chatter and recording TikTok dances during the panni, it makes sense why he’s so hostile toward me. 
Roman let’s out an exasperated sigh, keeping his gaze aimed at me. Unlike the twins, he’s barely payed me any mind since I joined them from upstairs. I would have joined earlier, but I was just told twenty minutes ago that he’d cancelled our brunch date and had the boys coming over instead. 
Asshole.
He twirls a fountain pen in his hand, watching it spin and balance on his fingertip. “If she wanted a jacket, she would get one. This is her house too,” he says as if that admission would do anything to sweeten the anger simmering beneath my skin. 
Solo sits next to Roman and stares at the wall across from him. He does his best to avoid me most days, but would do anything if I asked him to. He doesn’t say a word, but his hand flexing and relaxing at his sides attune me to every move he makes. 
“Sir, I could go grab one while you get started with the meeting.” Paul bends his stout body to refill the coffee in his Tribal Chief’s mug. The coffee pot looks comically small in Paul’s hands. I offered to gift Roman a new one that would fit all his caffeine needs, but he’s adamant that he keep using this raggedy one.
Roman holds his hand out, stopping Paul mid pour. He shoots me an icy glare that doesn’t linger on me for too long. Everything with intention, that man.
“Is everything alright, my Chief?” Paul asks, his bottom lip quivering with nervousness. 
Roman sucks his teeth and chews on something invisible in his mouth. “Can we please get back to the business at hand?” He barks the question at his cousins and gestures for Paul to set the coffee pot back on the warmer. “We’ve got business to handle.”
Damn right, we do. The kind of business that could have waited until TV to discuss instead of cutting into my brunch date time. “What is it you’re concerned about, Roman?” I ask with more bite than necessary. 
“We’ve got a problem that needs handled.”
The room sits in waiting for some more detail, any kind of information. None comes. In typical Roman fashion, he wants us to beg for it.
I pop my hip to the side. Rest my hand there. “And what are their names?”
A mischievous grin grows his mouth and a glimmer of light twinkles in his brown eyes. “The L.W.O.”
Restlessness draws me forward with an extra ferocity in my stop. “Fine. I’ll snatch the tracks from Zelina’s head on Friday. Meeting adjourned.”
Jey snorts and drops his chin to his chest. Jimmy turns, an amused expression on his face. “Damn, sis, you don’t got to do Zelina like that!” Laughter erupts from them both. They cover their faces with their hands, geeking, as if that would annoying Roman any less.
I lift my chin, leveling my eyes on Roman. “She’s been making googly eyes at my title since I won it. Unlike some of us, I’m gonna do whatever to keep my title.”
Jimmy snaps his head up, erasing any sign of laughter in an instant.“That is uncalled for, Mercy, and you know it!”
“Tribal Chief wants the problem dealt with, correct?”I ask.
Roman raises a brow. “That’s not how we’re going to accomplish that.” 
I lean back against the wall, feeling the cool brick bite my skin. “Whatever.”
“Don’t worry, kitten, you’ll get your shot at Zelina in due time. She won’t be getting her hands on that tittle. I promise.” He speaks with confidence and authority that’s hard to ignore. 
He turns to the twins. “You two handle Wilde and Del Toro in the ring this Friday. The Wiseman has already arranged for you to face them under the condition that the winner get a chance at the tag titles. Punish them, understand? Take away the very thing they’ve been working toward for months.” Roman keeps a steady cadence as he speaks. Methodical.
“Yeet!” Both the twins say with affirmative nods. 
“We gon hit ’em with that 1D!” Jimmy leaps up with joy pumping his fist in the air. “They’ll see it coming and won’t be able to do a damn things about it.”
Roman nods, satisfied, and faces Solo. “You take out Escobar before he makes it to the arena. I don’t care what you have to do, just make sure he doesn’t make it the show.”
Solo gives a curt nod and cracks his knuckles in his palm. “Heard.”
Roman narrows his gaze and pauses. “And don’t injure him Solo. I want him beat down, not dead, understand.”
Solo huffs out a breath and cracks both sides of his neck. “I heard you, Chief.”
They share an uneasy glance for longer than comfortable for the rest of us, but Solo looks at the ground and doesn’t say another word.
“Me?” He points to himself as if we weren’t sure. “I’ll handle ReyRey. And Mercy, I don’t want you pulling hair. I want you to obliterate Zelina Vega. She’s a talker, she’s quick, she’s smart. If she’s out of the way, we’ve got a head start at the lot of them.”
Seems like a good plan, and any plan that involves me molly whopping Zelina is as good a plan I could have hoped for. But I don’t give Roman the satisfaction of a grin. “Your wish, my command,” I say and wiggle my nose mimicking witches and genies.
At that, Roman stifles a laugh. He presses his hand on his head, smoothing down any flyaways that may have sprung up while speaking. He’s just so damn neat and clean. That’s the real stuff that makes a girl’s clit hard.
I tune out the men’s droning on about plans and strategy and whatever other topics they land on. None of that is more important to me than the image playing in my mind of Roman swiping every inch of paper and every ball point pen off his desk. My skin buzzes with need at the thought of him talking me through taking him in the ass. Feeling that thick ass dick throbbing inside me. 
My eyes never leave his. Frequent glances in my direction from him fill me with mischievous flare. If Paul and Solo weren’t so observant maybe I’d give him a little show. I ignore Paul, cause what the hell his ass ‘bout to do to me? It’s Solo I keep a look out for out the corner of my eye. His movements are slight, but I notice them. He rocks back and forth like he’s anticipating having to get up in a hurry. Like he’s preparing for a fight. 
And that’s when it clicks.
I blink and tune more into the conversation. Jey is speaking louder than he was before and he claps his hands together for emphasis on his words. “I told you, Roman, I ain’t talked to that man. I don’t know what he’s going on about!”
“He good, Big Uce. He good.” Jimmy adds, corroborating his brother’s story. 
Sami. Of course, they are talking about Sami. That white man bulldozed his way into the family and then didn’t wanna participate in family shit. He’s gone, dealt with, and still, the chaos he brought to the Bloodline linger in his physical absence. 
Solo’s legs bounce. He looks at Jey with a snarl behind that stoic glare. He’s ready to pounce. On his brother?
“He’s good, Solo,” I say. He stops bouncing his leg and fixes his eyes on me. There’s something furious in there. A darkness that’s fiery and bold and eager to explode. It’s solid enough to cut a grown man to his knees. But infighting is not what we need right now. “Sami’s on the other show and Jey’s with us, alright?”
In an interesting move, Roman spreads his fingers out on the arms of his chair and leans back into a slow rocking motion. The chair squeaks as he rocks forward and back. Forward and back. He watches Solo and Jey going back and forth like a tennis match. 
“Quiet!” Roman doesn’t shout; he doesn’t have to. A deep rumble bursts from his lips and the room falls into silence. It’s that Leo moon in him. Folks can’t keep their eyes off him for too long. You never know if he’s ready to sneak you or dazzle you. “Solo, I hear your frustrations, and I promise, they are taken into consideration.”
“Man!” Jey spins toward me with both hands tossed into the air. “I swear, I’m telling the truth!”
“I know you are.” Roman stands, his jaw tensing under his beard. “And we need to be united on all fronts, understand?” He meets each of their eyes, forcing their heads in a respectful bow. The last one to move is Jey, which is no surprise to me. As much as he loves this family, he’s the only one willing to stand up to Roman if he needs to. 
And sometimes, he does need to.
They all mutter an agreement under their breaths like brothers do. But there’s an anger simmering just under the surface that will boil over if Roman doesn’t stop it. 
He opens his mouth to speak when the doorbell chimes throughout the house. I snap my neck in his direction. “You got someone else coming to our house and you ain’t tell me?”
As I prepare to rip his block head ass a new one, Paul scurries from out of his corner and presses his palms together in a prayer-like gesture. “Mercy, please, I am so sorry to have startled you. That’s my bad, madame. But I believe brunch has arrived.”
“Brunch?” I cock my head. 
“Bruh!” Jey shoots up, rubbing his palms together in front of him. “We got food?” The doorbell chimes again as if in answer of his question. 
“We up!” Jimmy shouts.
“Yeet!” 
The twins bolt out the office in a race to get the food. 
Solo slowly rises from his chair and brushes his hands on the pant of his sweats. “Imma go eat too,” he says in that low, intentional voice of his.
Roman catches him in his arm and meets Solo with steadiness. “You don’t worry about your brother, alright? I got him.”
Solo offers Roman a knowing nod and disappears through the door leaving me and Roman with Paul. Roman jerks his head toward the door and raises his brows. I’m grateful that Paul has dedicated much of his energy to understanding Roman’s mannerisms. There are no words needed for Paul to make himself scarce, leaving me and Roman alone in the office.
The tension is thick and sweaty and pulsing like a damn heartbeat. My mind hasn’t decided yet if I want to goad him into a bigger fight or beg him to fuck me like a goddamn animal, so I keep my mouth shut and wait for him to speak first.
He licks his lips making them glisten like sunshine on the water. Distracting. Purposefully distracting. “I’m sorry about this morning.” The regret is heavy in his words. Maybe that makes my heart shudder, but I do what I can to not show it.
“This is the second time,” I say through gritted teeth. “The second time one of your little impromptu meetings interrupted a planned date!”
I don’t notice the volume of my voice climbing until he’s holding his palms out toward the ground. Rule number four of dating him: Don’t argue in front of the boys. Paul doesn’t count. He’s too much of a coward to do anything about it if he hears us argue. 
“I know,” Roman says, “and I promise I’ll make it up to you, Mercy.”
He crosses the distance between us and holds my shoulders in his massive hands. The squeeze he gives me is gentle with just the right amount of pressure. He always knows how to touch me. How to get my rapt attention.
Bending down, he leaves a row of light kisses along my jawline. Butterflies made of hot lava flutter violently in my stomach. “Do you forgive me now?” He whispers as his beard pricks my cheek.
I close my eyes and breathe in the spicy cologne that lingers on the collar of his shirt. He never uses much, but the way it blends with his natural scent draws me closer to him. Before I realize it, my hands rest flat on his beefy chest and I am putty in his hands. 
“Six points,” I stammer in an effort to not let him get the best of me. 
“What?”
“You have to earn six points before I forgive you.” This time, there’s more strength in my voice. I open my eyes and focus them on his. They’re safer than his lips.
He chuckles and slides his hands up and down my arms warming my skin. “So, how many points is this?” He kisses me, quick and hot. “And this?” He swirls his tongue on my bottom lip and gives it a single nip before releasing his hold on me all together.
The coldness returns to my skin and I lose my balance trying to chase his warmth. 
Asshole. 
“I’ll give you a 1.5.”
He blows out hot air and squints his eyes in disbelief. “What? That was hot as fuck!”
“Puh-lease. That was even a little bit spicy.” Some lies are okay to tell.
“You’re lying”—he knows me too damn well—“but okay. What will earn me back my points?”
“For one, that brunch better be spec-fucking-tacular. If it’s just eggs and hot cakes, you can keep it.”
His brow arches and a smirk deepens the dimples in his cheeks. “When have I ever been that basic?”
“You wear the same ole dusty cargo pants to work. You’re basic.” My straight-faced delivery lands just as I intend.
He rolls his eyes. “You’re just like all those other women watching me on tv, treating me like I’m just a slab of meat.”
I slink forward, letting every sway accentuate my hips. “Well, you are a meaty, beefy, delight, so...”
The room booms with laughter that crawls up my spine and straightens my posture. His laugh is therapeutic, having a very real calming effect on my nervous system. It makes it hard to stay mad at him, but he doesn’t need to know that part. Though I love to hear him laugh, I adore making him squirm.
“Two words, chicken and waffles.”
My eyes brighten. “You mean the good kind, right? Brined in sweet tea? Slathered in honey?” Saliva gathers in my mouth at the thought of my favorite brunch meal. My stomach rumbles with excitement. 
A simple nod is all he gives me. By the sparkle in his eyes and the release of tension from his shoulders, I see that he knows he’s got me hooked. 
Fucking asshole.
I love him.
He offers me his arm and I hook mine with his. “Now come on. Let’s see if I can earn some more points, huh?”
“Yes, let’s see.”
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lookingforrainbows · 5 months
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HOW can a human man even be this cute?!
i’m just gonna go dream about all of that wet warm skin ✨
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