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#id magazine#alasdair mclellan#tamara rothstein#marks and spencer#2005#2000s#dr martens#diesel jeans#levis
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Decided I'm gonna remake some of my old TDIM furry redraws. Started with this one bc Markate my luvs <3
#Teehehehe pine marten Kate my luv#Pine martens are teensy lil fuckers we love them#Truly the animal ever little noodles#the devil in me#mark nestor#kate wilder#furry au
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While Rahul is doing a backbend and spreading his legs, he tries to use his tail and his head as a question mark from this perspective. 🤸♂️❓
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England v Netherlands
International Friendly | 24.06.2022
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#jackie groenen#dominique janssen#victoria pelova#lieke martens#lynn wilms#stefanie van der gragt#aniek nouwen#sari van veenendaal#sherida spitse#mark parsons#jessica torny#nedwnt#netherlands wnt#dutch wnt#oranjeleeuwinnen#international friendly
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Match Review: Paris Saint-Germain Féminine 3-1 Manchester United Women
It was heartbreak in Paris on Wednesday night as Manchester United fell to defeat against the French giants in the Parc des Princes, and a 4-2 aggregate defeat over the two legs meant PSG qualified for this year's Champions League at the Red Devils' expense.
United were underdogs coming into the first leg at home, having never played a Champions League match or even a qualifier game before. Still, optimism reigns supreme and United have steadily grown in stature over the past few years to the point of now being a reliable contender for the WSL title and in cup competitions.
Chawinga is proving to be a real asset for PSG already, and threatened United's goal within the first few minutes; outpacing the centre-back pairing of Turner and Le Tissier only to be met by a brave Mary Earps on the edge of her box who, once rounded, gave Maya Le Tissier time to block the finish before the goal line.
PSG made the breakthrough in the 17th minute via Lieke Martens, but for her good finish it was Chawinga's driving running and tenacity which took so many of United's defenders out of the picture.
Ella Toone rightly looked sick after missing a great chance to equalise in the first half following a good counter attack alongside newcomer Geyse, but otherwise United looked fairly tame going forward - something uncharacteristic given the quality amongst Geyse, Galton, Toone and Malard.
The second half started immediately different, with a much more clinical United build up in the attack opening PSG up. Smart dribbling down the right from Geyse, a tidy low ball in, and Lisa Naalsund slotted home into the top corner. Game on... or so fans thought.
PSG immediately ran to the other end and equalised through Martens, with Tabitha Chawinga yet again causing mayhem for United's backline. In Paris, Canadian international Jayde Riviere was at RB, with usual choice Hannah Blundell at LB, but whoever had been in that slot was getting smoked by Chawinga's elite pace. It felt like Bale vs Maicon all over again, and I'd LOVE to see Chawinga come up against the departed Ona Batlle for a real test of skill, mettle, and character.
Toone missed another chance to even things up after a great run from Galton and smart defensive drawing from Geyse, but unlike the earlier effort this one she hit well and it was a good save by Kiedryznek to deny her.
PSG's third goal came from right midfielder Sandy Baltimore, who bullied past Blundell to round on Earps and the near post before lifting a cross-cum-shot high and just into the far corner. A fluke goal, maybe, but intentional or not it was a beautiful finish.
The game wasn't without controversy, with Leah Galton scoring a header from a beautiful, lofted pass by captain Katie Zelem with shades of Michael Carrick to it. United - especially Galton - felt they were back in the tie, but an injury to keeper Katarzyna Kiedrzynek seemed to at first rule out the goal, only for the refereeing team to then adjudge the goal as offside. Replays show that Galton was VERY comfortably onside, and she jumped entirely fairly for the header - potentially with no contact if we can believe the TV replays. A disappointing decision against United that could have perhaps turned the tie, but this is what Aston Villa manager Carla Ward alluded to after the WSL opener - refereeing teams need to be full time employed to guarantee their dedication to the role, focus on the game and the laws, and to progress their skills. In this case, however, I think it's fair to say that the much debated VAR would have also been very helpful and would have easily ruled in United's favour.
It isn't all doom and gloom though. As mentioned in the last review, United have done us proud. This is our first foray into Europe, and hopefully not our last. There's a good blend of experience and youth, and players are still gelling in terms of synergy. No Gabby George hurt us at left-back, a poor refereeing decision potentially altered the game, but importantly lets not forget that PSG are a good team too. United were the underdogs. I've lauded Chawinga a lot but the team as a whole is a good unit that are well drilled and tactically responsive. They have weaknesses, like all teams, and the fact United exposed them is a good sign of the progress the team has made. On another day, perhaps United at 3-2 can go on to equalise and sneak through the tie. Fine margins. It just wasn't our day. We go again on Sunday away to Everton. It'd be nice to give them a bit of a snotting to get the defeat out of our system...
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Jiang Cheng would not I think have a particularly androgynous wardrobe but there comes a time in every fashion-forward young man’s life (and make no mistake, Jiang Cheng is VERY image-conscious at the very least) where he looks at the men’s options available for a category of clothing item he needs or wants and he thinks to himself, “This is not the vibe.” From there, he either must let the patriarchy shackle him into wearing clothes he doesn’t like, OR he meanders over to the women’s section to see what’s over there.
Jiang Cheng occasionally but not always chooses option B, and when he does and someone tries to “call him on it,” it always always goes like this:
Rando: “Hmm. Aren’t those women’s boots?”
Jiang Cheng in the flattest voice imaginable: “No they’re my boots.”
#in other news I am trying to work up the courage to buy a pair of womens doc martens#the majority of women’s styles are pretty androgynous but these have little flower shaped buckles on them that mark them as pretty clearly#not mens boots#but all the mens styles this year are so boring. SO BORING!!!#maybe I will have to hit up a few stores that tend to stock last year’s doc martens styles and see what they have for me#after all that is where I got the only two pairs of#docs that I have owned this far#fuck I’m still so mad at myself for not buying the docs that were made to look like white and blue porcelain#they were SO fucking cool#that was a few years ago now
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NOOOOO
#fifty dead a thousand injured#gerard way#the skirt???#the doc martens???#the socks???#the white shirt and tie with the lipstick mark???????#i can’t do this
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Glazed And Confused
Mark Arbuckle: Glasgow, April 2024
I’m sure everybody remembers the first time they earned their own money and didn’t need to depend on their parents’ generosity ie pocket money….
In the early 70s, earning a few bob made saving up for the latest single (at 7/6d), new pair of Dr. Martens (at £4 10/-) or Arthur Black bespoke shirt (anywhere between £5-£8 depending on how many pleats, plackets,…
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#1971#70s#Arthur Black#Benny Lynch#clydebank#Doc Martens#Duntocher#featured#Glasgow#Glaziers#Hardgate#Mark Arbuckle#Peter Milligan#School#Sixties
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Who is Constance Marten and Mark Gordon? What is the connection between the missing couple with the newborn?
Constance Marten and Mark Gordon have been missing now for two weeks with their newborn baby prompting an emotional plea from her aristocrat father. Napier Marten, a film and music producer, urged his daughter Constance to take herself and the child to safety as soon as possible.
Police are desperately trying to find the mother, her baby and Mark Gordon after their car burst into flames on the…
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Markate furry redraws because I’m unhinged about these two especially 👍👍
Congratulations to both of these stupid fuckers for being my favs😍😍 the Ultimatum ending hurts me on a physical level💖💖
Some of these are old my god.
#Changed Kate’s design juuust a little bit#Also realising she looks way more like a marten than a sable#So maybe she is just a marten… I could change her#Furry au#tdim furry au#kate wilder#mark nestor#the devil in me
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, GATOBOB!
14th of February is traditionally marked as day for confession and validation for your loved ones. Ukrainian Gatoverse community decided it would be the greatest opportunity to show all the affection and admiration towards your incredible work, universe and characters in it. Despite everything happened, we are very happy to be the part of one big happy family that you have united with your games, comics, merch and general kindness. We really want to keep this space as supportive as you wanted it to be. So this time we wanted to return at least something that you raised us with, no matter how hard it was and how many struggles you went through.
You raised talented artists and cosplayers, encouraged new game developers and editors, helped to create many own universes and characters. We are truly engaged with everything you made for us and what we made for ourselves. ❤️
@gatobob
ARTIST COLLABORATION:
Fox — alicesyreyv
Celia — @yujiniani
Derek — @nemo-not-okay
Anthony — @rottinginthebathroom
TINR Strade — @emflare
Sid — @olesmaesto
Farz — Ronya
Raven — @aigeneratedpickle
Ashe — @gooseyalo
Marten — grh_boob20
Lawrence — @dudosik0
Strade — @rezyaraschlenonka
Komodo — DismasLover
Dragon — @serwilad
Ren — @loverykmoon
COSPLAY COLLABORATION:
Derek — @military-fashion-show
Celia — Ronya
Mason — Alexmur
Fox — @olesmaesto
Ren — @char--u
Raven — dreamspaceitsnotme
MINORS DNI
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the stone marten sounds like a completely fictional problem
like when other hemerophiles become pests, the damage they do is completely understandable. what does a wild animal want? food, shelter, a safe place to raise its young. simple, right? a raccoon moves into your attic because it's dry and warm, and he leaves feces and remains of prey because he's a raccoon and doesn't know that's not appropriate roommate behavior. obviously blackbirds steal your cherries and voles eat your veggies! they're hungry little guys! you would do this too if you were a blackbird or a vole.
the stone marten, though, will wreck your car. for no apparent reason. he's not living there and he doesn't want to eat the rubber from your brake line. he just fucks up your engine for the lolz. and he's sneaky about it, too! the damage will often not become apparent until it's catastrophic. until very suddenly your converter is fucked, your transmission hands in notice, or your brakes fail in the middle of a busy intersection.
somehow, over millions of years, nature evolved this animal who's body size, behaviour, and territorial aggression all work together in the precise way that makes him very effective at sabotaging one of the biggest pollutants in modern society.
it's so normalized we never stop to think how ridiculous it is to have your car destroyed by a cute little mustelid who doesn't understand mechanics and just wants to tell his rival to get fucked. sounds like something a mediocre author would put in an allegory about environmentalism, and get marked in red by the editor with the note A little on the nose, don't you think.
this guy's an ecoterrorist. he does almost 100 million € damage each year in germany alone.
#guess who had to have their car towed because SOMEONE ate through the fuel line#and god knows what else#now that i think about it i never see psa's about martens i guess yall dont have them in the usa? or your mustelids dont do this#if you never heard of people having this problem please tell me how made up it sounds for you
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“mommy, where’s santa?”
3.1k / modern!dave york x dad!male reader
summary: molly questions where santa is and carol can’t seem to give a clear answer as she wonders where her husband ran off to
warnings: strong language, cheating (established secret relationship), dirty talk, unprotected p in a, dave can’t keep his hands away from you, choking, spanking, sex in a closet, slight bondage, pet names (baby, angel) marking kink, creampie, no use of m/n or y/n, let me know if I missed anything! (not proofread)
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a/n: i could’ve wrote something with joel, but i chose dave because im a ✨indecisive mess✨ also, MERRY CHRISTMAS
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Kids were running around, laughing, eating, and talking about what they wanted for Christmas with their friends while drinking hot chocolate. Christmas music was playing throughout the speakers of the venue where the event was set.
The smell of peppermint and cinnamon flew through the air, bringing the mood for Christmas to an all-time high.
But there was one big problem. Santa was nowhere to be found. Kids were asking their parents left and right, and parents were getting annoyed at Carol, knowing that Dave was supposed to dress up as Santa. The sudden situation made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Goosebumps riddled her body as she saw Molly walk up to ask her an all-too-familiar question everyone else was asking her. “Mommy, where’s Santa?”
Carol gets down to her daughter's level. “Santa’s just running a little late.”
Molly's eyes trail down to her hands as she plays with her fingertips; the little girl starts balancing her toes through her Mary Jane Doc Martens. "But, you said Santa's never late; that's how he makes it to so many houses on time," Molly spoke, hiding the sadness in her voice.
Carol huffs a smile, noticing how smart her daughter and strokes her daughter's face, pushing a stranded piece of hair behind her ear in her best attempts to calm her daughter. "There's always a first time for everything, but baby, I promise Santa will be here for you — for everyone, and he'll get whatever you ask him."
"He will?" Molly smiled, glancing back at her mom.
Carol smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, he will."" Molly quickly wrapped her arms around her mom's neck while Carol wrapped her arms around Molly's small frame. As Carol backed up from the embrace, she saw a smile from her daughter that could light up an entire room. “Now, did you get a candy cane for Alice?”
“No, not yet,” Molly smiled.
“Well,” Carol smiled. “Let’s get your sister one, and we’ll wait for Santa together. Sound fun?”
Molly didn't answer. She just nodded and giggled at her mother. As Carol stood up, Molly started to run off to the table that lay candy canes, her smile beaming ear to ear. Carol hits Dave’s contact, trying to find where her husband is. “C’mon, Dave. Pick up the phone,” She grumbles, bringing the phone to her ear.
Your back clashes against a rickety shelf, making objects fall next to the two passionate, — hungry people’s lips melting together. Dave’s leathered-covered hands were melted on your waist, while yours were in his hair, passing your nails through his locks like sand. Hearing a phone vibrate in the distance, choosing to ignore it.
Dave had discarded the itchy fake beard on the closet floor to get better access to your lips, and the red jacket’s buttons hadn't been closed — practically ripped open by you.
Dave’s lips began attacking your jaw, his lips biting the skin on your neck. You hiss a moan as Dave sucks your neck like a vampire. His hands travel down to palm your ass, a tight grip makes you yelp softly, a sly chuckle escaping Dave's lips.
“Fuck, I can tell Santa is getting antsy.”
“You don't know how bad I’ve been waiting to do this, to mark your skin, to taste you,” Dave growls into your skin, sending goosebumps all over your neck.
Dave’s mouth was hot on your neck, his lips sucking and biting against your soft skin, making you grip his short hair in retaliation. Your pants bounce all over the small area in the closet.
Taking your hands off Dave’s cranium, you slip them underneath his red jacket. You were pushing your hands up in an attempt to get the coat off. Dave, in one motion — mouth still latched onto your neck, takes the jacket and throws it on the ground, revealing the grey tank top underneath.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.”
Your nails latch onto Dave’s shoulder as he forcefully places his lips onto yours. Dave brings his hands up from your ass to your neck, lightly choking you. As the kissing was passionate, Dave’s grip under your neck was intoxicating; you wanted more of him.
“Fuck Dave, I want you so fucking bad,” You breathed.
“So fucking needy, I don't want to put you on the naughty list, right?”
“I’m already at the fucking top, written in red,” You state, trailing your hand from Dave’s shoulder to his cock. Dave hisses his teeth at your sudden action.
“Naughty boy, I should teach you a lesson on how to be good,” Dave retorted.
“What do you have in mind?” You smirked.
Dave takes his mouth off yours and brings himself close to your ear. “Turn the hell around and wait for me.” Dave lets go of the grip around your throat; you take a deep breath, trying to get oxygen back in your body.
You turn around, placing your hands on a shelf near your head. You heard shuffling come from behind, but you didn’t turn around, you just waited — almost eagerly for what Dave was going to do.
Licking your teeth, you were met by Dave’s body colliding against yours, feeling his length against your ass. “You feel what you’re doing to me, baby. I can't get enough of you.”
Dave takes your hands off the shelf you were grasping and places them behind you. Dave had taken the belt of the Santa jacket and wrapped the leather belt around your hands, the large strap keeping your hands tied behind your back.
Dave slips his hands onto your pants, unbuttons your jeans, and slips your underwear and jeans down to your ankles. You feel Dave press himself through the soft material feeling his covered length against your ass.
“I swear, you have the best ass,” Dave starts, smacking his hand against your ass. You hiss in pleasure. “In the whole fuckin’ world.” You hear a grunt escape Dave’s lips, suggesting that he’s in a rush to take off the pants he was forced to wear.
You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Dave spit, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Dave’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.
"Damn it, I can never get enough of you," Dave growled.
You could feel Dave's cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Dave’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.
Dave's slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Dave’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.
“Are you trying to run, baby?”
“Too intense, sorry, Davie,” You breathed.
A hard smack against your ass makes you yelp in pain as you feel a harsh tug on your wrist. Your arms being attached to you — your back collided with Dave’s firm chest.
“You’re going to take every inch of my dick, I’m going to mark my handprint on that sweet ass of yours, and I need you to never call me Davie again, understand,” Dave commanded.
You nod. Immediately, Dave lets go of the tight grip on the belt and places his palm on your back. He was leaning you back down on the shelf, having the perfect arch for your ass to poke out.
Dave adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you didn't care if anyone heard the claps or moans that escaped your lips.
Dave had gripped his hands on the belt tightly, making the leather rub against your skin, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. Dave was enjoying that his cock was making you moan, whimper and beg for him.
"Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy," Dave growled.
“I love your cock so much, Dave. God. It's so fucking amazing.”
“That's it, beg for me, angel,” Dave grunted, smacking your ass.”
With Dave’s firm hand, making contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on the shelf as you feel each thrust rock the shelf.
"Baby, I'm so fuckin" close.”
Dave’s thrusts had become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It was reminiscent of the other times you were like this. The stress disappeared the second you saw each other, just two dads helping each other. You loved this; this moment was something you always yearned for whenever you needed a stress reliever.
You hear growls escape Dave’s lips; you guess he was bearing his teeth as he was ready to shoot his cum deep inside you. "Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum. I’m going to get you pregnant,” Dave exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Dave's hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Dave steadies himself inches away from your neck.
But Dave’s hips don't stop; they keep going — pushing his cum deeper inside you, some slowly leaking out. You don't question it, but enjoy the moment. “Baby. I can feel your hole wrap around me so tight, I can tell you’re about to cum.”
“We’re not going to stop until you cum for me.”
Dave lets go of his hold on the belt and then melts his hands on your waist.
For some reason, you could feel your cum start to build up from your shaft and almost to the tip of your cock. This feeling has never happened to you before, and this was a different experience than anything you could imagine when you were having sex with Dave.
“Dave, I’m gonna cum; this feels so different; it's so fuckin’ good.”
“That’s right, cum for me, baby.”
You shut your eyes, bearing your teeth, exclaiming as you feel strings of cum escape the slit of your cock, bringing your head back, leaning your head on Dave’s shoulder in exhaustion.
You could feel Dave slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum. Slowly and softly, you felt the belt start to let go of your wrist.
The second the belt had let go of your skin, your arms retracted back to your sides, and you felt light kisses on your neck from Dave. “How was that, angel?”
You turn your neck and plant your lips onto Dave’s. “Amazing as always,” You smile.
You hear your ringtone go off in your pocket, earning a groan from Dave. “Ugh, and the real world has to come knocking.”
You ignore him as you bend to reach your phone in the crumbled pocket, earning a hiss from you, the pain in your ass settling in now. The hissing stopped as you stood up and held your phone. And saw that Carol was calling.
You snicker, seeing her contact on your phone. “How much do you want to bet that she’s calling me regarding where her husband is? Cause me and you are such close friends.”
Dave wraps his arm around your shoulder; beads of sweat glisten on his arm as it connects with your shoulder. His chin is resting on your other shoulder.
“Nothing, because I know that's why she’s calling you.”
You chuckle as you answer Carol’s call, Dave’s lips latching onto your neck as you bring your phone up to your free ear.
“Hey, Carol,” You did your best to sound enthusiastic.
“Hey, is Dave with you? I’ve been trying to call him, but he isn't answering his phone.”
“Yeah, I’m actually with him. He’s struggling with the costume, but I promise he’s almost ready,” You state, trying to get Dave’s lips off your neck as his teeth latched onto your neck.
You hear Carol’s breath of relief as you smirk. “Thank God, I was getting worried. Everyone was asking me where Santa is and I didn't know what to say—”
“Carol,” You chuckle. “Calm down, He’s almost done. We’ll be in, in a few minutes.” You feel Dave’s hand slide up under your shirt, playing with your nipple.
“Thanks, I’ll see you later. Once again, thank you for helping Dave with this; he hated the idea, but whatever you said really made him step up.”
It wasn't what you said, more of what you did to convince him. Your sore throat after that “conversation” was worth it.
“I’m glad he has a friend like you.”
“Anytime, Carol. Calm yourself down and wait for Dave and me,” You smiled.
“Okay, I will. Bye.”
“Bye,” You state as you hang the phone up, placing your phone on the shelf where you rested your head moments prior. “What happened?” Dave questioned.
“Everyone getting antsy on where the hell is Santa,” You retorted.
“He was too busy —kiss— fucking his little helper —kiss— in the closet.”
“We need to get going; we could only be in here for so long.”
Dave groans next to your ear, causing you to chuckle. “Can’t we just leave? Y’know, and fuck somemore, somewhere?”
“As tempting as that sounds — and I’m fighting restraint to say yes, we need to go out there. Come on, we can have some fun later,” You state as you pick up your pants.
Currently, you were looking for your belt that Dave threw off the second you both entered the closet. “Fuck, where’s my belt?” You grumble.
Dave fixes the wide leather belt on his red jacket. His pants were on; he had buttoned up the red coat and was ready to go. Dave needed the hat you ripped off his head and the beard he took off. But Dave couldn't help himself from staring at your ass as you were looking for your belt.
He was leaning on a nearby wall, watching you with crossed arms. “Y’know, the kids can wait, a couple more minutes. They’ll be fine.”
“Dave…” You started.
“Just imagine me, you, your face on the ground, my handprint, marking that sweet ass, hearing those amazing moans you love to make for me so much.”
“As much as I would love to do that. I need your help finding my belt before Carol kills us.”
Hearing Dave huff a breath in annoyance like a teenager, you can't help but smile and roll your eyes. “You’re no fun, and your belt is right by the door.”
Snapping your neck toward the door, you see your brown belt lying on the ground as if it were waiting to be found by you.
“W-what,” You sputter. “How long were you going to make me look?”
Dave shrugged his crossed arms. “I was just enjoying the view.”
Grabbing the belt, you stand up and push the belt through the loops of your jeans; buckling the belt together, you were ready to leave the small closet while Dave was gawking at you.
“You ready?” You question.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Dave starts to walk out, but you open your mouth to stop him. “Dave?”
“Yeah?” He questions.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You ask, crossing your arms.
“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Dave States, walking towards you, grabbing your biceps, and planting his lips on your forehead, backing up from you with a smirk.
You start to chuckle, and Dave looks at you with confusion as you’re laughing at him. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re either a softie or a dumbass.”
“What?”
“I meant for you to grab your beard and hat,” You smile.
“Oh.”
You and Dave finally make your way out of the small storage closet, acting like nothing had happened moments ago, acting like you just walked in the doors.
“You ready?” You ask.
“Are you going to see me later tonight?”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Yes,” Dave smirks, but you can't see it underneath his fake white beard.
“Then yes, I will see you tonight.”
Dave nods and takes a breath as leathered-covered hands are on the doors. In one push, he bellows a “Ho, Ho, Ho from his lips, which sends the kids screaming in excitement as they watch their favorite person walk into the room, waving and making them smile from ear to ear.
While you slipped inside the venue looking for a cup of water. Your throat had seemed dry after screaming Dave’s name so many times. Seeing the drinks table having water bottles, you take one, tearing the cap off as you watch the kids be joyful as they watch Santa/Dave wave at them.
Carol had come up next to you with a smile on her face; you returned a smile at her. “Thank you so much for helping him; these parents were ready to pounce on me if Dave didn't come sooner.”
You couldn't relate to wanting Dave to “come sooner.”
“Anytime, trust me, Dave can be real stubborn.”
“I’m aware. Try being married to him,” Carol jokes; you can’t help but laugh.
“Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”
You shrug. “I don't know, I would have to ask—”
“I already asked; she said yes, and the girls are so excited to play with the kids again. I swear our families have some fun history.”
“You don't know the half of it,” You smile, taking a swig of your water.
“C’mon, It’ll be fun!” Carol smiled. As you thought about it, your wife and Carol could be distracted while the kids play together, giving you and Dave the free will to do what you both do when they’re not home.
“Fine, you’re right, it’ll be fun.”
Carol was overzealous, clapping her hands and lightly hopping. “Okay, you don't need to bring anything, just yourselves; maybe a bottle will be fine, but no gifts.”
“No gifts,” You repeated. “Understood.”
“Now I got to make sure these kids end up in a straight line so they can tell Santa what they want for Christmas, Excuse me,” Carol excused herself.
Your gaze had landed back on Dave, sitting on the red and gold-like throne only reserved for Santa. You could tell he was staring at you and Carol, conversing with each other. You lick your lips, wink at Santa, and mouth the words. “Dinner at your house.”
You didn't know what dinner had planned, but overall, you knew that it would end with you and Dave alone together.
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