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The Last to Know

Chibs Telford x f!reader

Part 2 of Very Soon, a continuation of the Chibs x reader origin story💕

Warnings: S M U T minors buzz off, marijuana use, mentions of alcohol, choking, slight dom/sub (but only a little), size kink, praise kink

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It had been a few months since you first kissed Filip Telford and your life had flipped itself upside down in that time. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a way that changed the way you spent every moment of your time.

Your life started dividing itself as before Chibs and after Chibs, like the damn second coming of Christ. After a 12-hour shift on your feet at St. Thomas, before Chibs, you’d go home and crash, sometimes not even making it your bed and sleeping on the couch for the night. After Chibs, though, you’d head straight over to the clubhouse, a change of clothes already there waiting for you, and a wave of energy somehow surging through your veins at the anticipation of seeing your man.

Tonight was one of those nights, fresh off an 11a to 11p shift and straight to the clubhouse. As you pulled into TM the sounds of a raging party filled your ears and you could see groups people standing around smoking, drinking, and dancing.

You made your way into the sea of leather, smiling and nodding at those who recognized you. It was Tig who greeted you first.

“Hey, sweetheart. How you doin’?” He gave you a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek, his breath smelled of cheap whiskey and weed, but it brought a smile to your face.

“Ready to party, Tiggy,” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, and he laughed his signature goofy laugh before pointing back towards the dorms where Chibs must have been waiting for you. You leaned in to peck him back on the cheek before heading that way.

Making your way to the dorm you’d spent many nights in, you passed Clay, Piney, Bobby, Gemma and several of the other guys who gave you smiles and wolf whistles. You did a silly little spin for them and were met with cheers and encouragements to “Give it to him!” Laughs echoed through the room as you rounded the corner to find your man.

Turning the knob and entering the dimly lit room, your eyes stumbled onto Filip seated at the small desk inside rolling a joint.

“Party’s out there, handsome,” You walked over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Aye, but I’ve been waitin’ for my date ‘fore I make an appearance,” He joked and kissed your hands.

“I’m sorry, baby, last minute code kept me over,” You plead with a fake pout on your face.

“Ah, lass, I couldna be mad at you if I tried,” He turned in your arms to give you a long, sweet kiss.

You hummed in response, your lips melting happily into his for a long moment before pulling away to change out of your work clothes. Filip turned back to continue rolling a second joint, lighting one up after admiring his work.

It was only once you’d stripped down to just your bra and panties that Filip stood up and stepped towards you, bringing the burning joint to your lips. You took a long drag and felt only a slight sting. Filip always brought the good stuff out for you.

He took one step further into your space, reaching over your shoulder to stub the joint out on the dresser behind you and letting his rough hands glide down your bare skin. You shivered as he gripped one of your hips tightly and drew absent-minded circles on your lower back with the other. His lips danced from a sweet kiss on your forehead, your nose, your cheek before landing on your neck. God, the things he could do to you with such little effort.

“Baby,” You whine as best as you can, trying not to get lost in his kisses, “I’m sweaty and gross. Let me shower.”

Your words did little to slow him down as his free hand worked it’s way over the curve of your ass and squeezed hard. His thick fingers close enough to your aching heat to make a gasp escape your lips.

You tried whining his name this time, still feeling self-conscious about your post-work condition.

“I,” kiss, “dinna,” kiss, “care,” kiss, “lass,” kiss.

The way he punctuated each word with a wet, sloppy kiss to your neck and chest pushed every ounce of embarrassment out of your mind. You couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful lips as he made his way down your body, pausing only once he landed at the very top hem of your panties. He looked up at you once more for permission. You nodded and gripped his shoulder to keep from tumbling over as he jerked the lacy fabric down your legs all the way to your feet.

Filip couldn’t hold himself back once he was face-to-face with your glistening folds. A groan tumbled out of his chest as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nearly dove into you. Your back hit the dresser behind you with a thud and knocked a few things down onto the ground with a crash.

Neither of you could have been pulled out of this desire-fueled trance for anything. Anything.

Filip’s skilled tongue worked it’s way through your folds and over your pulsing clit. You cried out when he flicked his hot tongue over the bundle of nerves just right and sent your thighs squeezing together.

With a grunt he yanked them apart again and slapped one thigh sharply. A warning not to do that again.

You felt the familiar pressure building deep in your belly right as Filip slid a thick finger into your weeping hole, curling it just the way you needed. It was only a few more flicks of his tongue until you fell apart. A broken string of curse words falling from your lips as the white hotness of the intense orgasm washed over you. He worked you through your high — not stopping until you a trembling mess, panting and clawing at his hair to drag his face back up to yours.

He stood up, holding tightly onto your reeling body, and met your gaze. A devilish smirk spread across his glistening lips as he reached down to grab your shaking thighs and pick you up.

Your eyes fell shut as he laid you gently onto the dark cotton sheets of his bed. You felt him pull back swiftly to pull his shirt over his head and step out of his straining jeans.

“My poor girl,” He cooed in that quiet tone you’d come to love, “Fucked dumb already, hm?”

Your eyes snapped open at his teasing and you were met with a dark look of lust in his eyes. It only spurred you on and sent a new wave of heat straight down to your core.

“Not even close, Telford,” You spat back, quickly sliding a hand between you and grasping his hard cock in a firm hold.

“Aye, ah,” You began stroking him though his boxers, a grunt escaping his lips as he tried to keep his composure, “I see not, lass.”

He leaned in close to kiss you and you took your shot, yanking Filip’s body down beside you, allowing you the room to climb on top of him and straddle his aching cock.

An amused grin spread across his face as you leaned in to leave wet kisses on his neck and chest, lewd noises spilling from his lips all the while. You slowly made your way down his body, kisses turning into love bites here and there.

He lifted his hips slightly to begin to tug his boxers off when an idea popped into your head and out of your mouth before you had the chance to second guess it.

One of your hands gripped his wrist while the other wrapped around Filip’s throat, your slender fingers doing their best to squeeze even a little bit.

“I’ll see to that, love,” You purred into his ear, an excited mumble tumbling out of his mouth. He grinned at you a moment longer, this new side of you driving him wild.

You used all your effort to give his wrist and his neck an extra squeeze, showing him you meant business.

“Yes ma’am,” He growls, his free hand coming up in surrender. You loosened your grip on him and sat up straight, his hard cock pressing deliciously into your aching core.

You reached around your back to unhook your black lacy bra and slide it off, Filip’s mouth opening at the sight your taut nipples. He reached up to take of your mesmerizing peaks into his grasp, but you smacked his hand away, not yet done with your little game.

A sharp, “uh-uh” came from your lips and Filip groaned in frustration, but slides his hands away like you said.

Using your teeth for the first few inches, you peeled his black boxers down his thighs, slowly at first. His throbbing cock sprung free, the swollen tip already leaking an inviting drop of precum. The sight made your mouth water and you decided to stop the teasing.

You yanked them the rest of the way down and discarded them on the floor with your clothes. You wasted no time licking a long stripe down Filip’s cock then taking his head between your lips.

A deep grown rumbled out of his chest as you wrapped your lips around him and took as much as you could into your mouth, your hand making up for what your throat couldn’t reach.

Before long, Filip tangled his fingers into your hair and guided your movements, his willpower no longer strong enough to keep his hands off you. Your head bobbed up and down at a leisurely pace, Filip’s cock gagging you when he pushed your head all the way down. He relaxed his grip and you released his head with a pop before licking your lips and smiling up at him.

He furrowed his brow slightly before his hand swung from your hair down to your neck, pulling you up by the throat to his face.

You whined as he took your lips in his, sucking your bottom lip out in your favorite way. You felt his swollen tip swirling around your dripping hole.

“You had your fun, kitten,” He growled into your lips, his head sliding into your center, “Now I’ll have mine.”

You gasped as he sank all the way into your tight hole, he held you there a moment before he pulled back out and slammed into you again.

Your mind spun as he plowed into you over and over, one hand on your hip lifting your tired body up, the other sliding down from your throat and straight to a hard nipple that he rolled between his fingers.

The familiar pressure built deep in your tummy as Filip held your hips firmly against his and worked your core forwards and back. The friction against your clit and the way his cock felt nudging against the deepest parts of your velvety walls drew your release closer and closer.

“So, fuck, so fuckin’ big, Filip,” You panted nonsensically, a mind-fogging pleasure taking over your senses, “Please—please, baby, don’t stop, ah!”

A slew of groans that sounded almost pained spilled from Filip’s mouth as your release flooded through your veins. You fell into his strong arms as he kept pounding into you, your core fluttering around his throbbing cock. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head as Filip growled into your ear, prolonging your rolling pleasure.

“Tha’s it, pretty girl. Cummin’ all over my cock like a filthy whore,” His accent grew even stronger as he tried desperately to hold back his own release, still rutting his hips into yours as pleasant aftershocks coursed through your body, “My good lass, takin’ what I give ye.”

You had barely a moment to recover before Filip was flipping you over and throwing one your legs over his shoulder, sliding his aching cock back into your dripping hole.

Not yet satisfied, even with your blissed-out face contorting in over-sensitive and mind-numbing pleasure, Filip reached down to the place where your bodies connected and brushed this thumb roughly against your clit.

A sharp hiss escaped your parted lips, “F-Filip I ca-n’t, s’too much.”

“Shh, lass, jus’ one more,” He continued the bruising pace of his cock sliding in and out of you, fingers circling quickly over your throbbing clit, “Let me fuckin’ feel you one more time.”

It hit you like a fucking train out of nowhere, a muffled scream fell from your lips as the all-consuming pleasure invaded your senses. Your thighs shook against Filip’s hips as your fingers clawed at his broad chest, desperate for something to ground you.

Filip’s head fell back, his lips parted as his own release rushed through his body. Hot ropes of his cum flooded your pulsing walls as he slurred out a string of curses and praises.

“Fuckin’ love this tight fucking pussy; my good lass, fuck-fuckin’ gorgeous when ye cum on m’cock like tha’.”

Your eyes met as you both started coming down from the high. You reached for Filip’s face and pulled him down to kiss you, hissing into his mouth as he pulled out of you slowly and placed two fingers on your tired pussy, anxiously wanting to feel his seed weeping out of you.

You gasped at the contact and bucked your hips into his thick fingers. He huffed a laugh onto your connected lips and withdrew his wet fingers from you, bringing them up to your lips and pressing softly into your mouth.

Both of you laughed lowly as he rolled off of you and pulled you into his still-pounding chest. He kissed your forehead as you snuggled into his embrace.

“We’re awfully good at tha’, huh lass?” A soft laugh rumbling from his chest.

You laughed sweetly as looked up at him, “Yeah, yes we are.”

It was a brief moment of peace, wrapped up in each other’s arms and post-sex bliss before a pounding fist at the door interrupted your rest.

“Chibby! Dove! Wrap it up. Need ya’s out here,” A booming voice followed the knock. You couldn’t make out who it was but, based on the angry Gaelic phrase Filip spat back, he must have known right away.

“Boys got into it, bleedin’ all about the place,” The voice boomed back and Filip let out a groan.

The knock returned briefly before Filip was shouting back, “Christ, two minutes for me to put my cock away!”

You let out a chuckle as the the floor squeaked outside, granting you the moment you needed to put yourselves back together.

“Always something, hm?” You quipped as Filip stood and gathered his clothes before tossing you some shorts and one of his t-shirts.

“Aye, always somethin’ to shite on our day,” He groaned and brushed his fingers through his hair.

You took a moment to stretch while Filip already had his hand on the door knob, ready to handle whatever was awaiting him outside. Before he could open it, a thought popped into your mind.

“Filip?” You sat up a bit, “Am I your old lady?”

He laughed lovingly before stepping back over to your side.

“Seems yer the last to know, love,” He smiled and placed a tender kiss to your lips before turning back towards the door and heading out into the madness.

Oh boy, you are in trouble.

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probablyanalienindisguise · 3 months

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Silly guys doin guy thingies <3

(They're learning how to dance)

Credits to the little guys :D > @starry-mang0s

#digital art #prohibitedwish

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rabbits-rib · 8 days

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Rubbing my hands together like a evil fly

What's up pookie how are you, I have another request of it's okay :3

Some sfw and NSFW headcanons for Tim and Evan?

(the volleyball ones were so good I was giggling and kicking my legs ngl)

-🐟

HIII FISHY !! i'm soso happy you liked them :33 lmk if any of this should change !!

[NSFT] 🚬☠️ Tim Wright / Evan Myers x gn!reader sft and nsft headcanons :)

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Tim :

[SFT]

sappy guy honestly

he's got a lot of walls for you to get through, but as soon as you do he's the SWEETEST

he's a family man i can tell you that

whether that's y'all and some kids or y'all and some pets is up to you

he's the kinda guy to slow dance in the kitchen with you, quietly humming and tracing small circles into your back

he feels so guilty for it, but he does have a lot of reoccurring nightmares given what he's been through

he made need space, he may need comfort, but he just doesn't want you to be scared

that's honestly a major fear of his, making you scared of him in any way

it's a lot of his job and day to day, but he doesn't wanna do that to you. he knows you, he's let you into his life, he wants to keep you there

he honestly and truly does his best to keep you happy

he knows he can't get you everything he wishes he could, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try to make it up to you in other ways

[NSFT]

SPEAKING OF OTHER WAYYSSS

lord have mercy does this man love to praise you

every little thing you do, every little noise you make, he thinks it's the sweetest thing

not to say he won't be absolutely demolishing you, but he's definitely gonna be whispering deep, gravely praises into your ear while he does it

you have an almost constant hum of a low, "yeahh, that feel good, pretty? doin' so good for me, just a little more, i know you've got it in ya"

LOOOVES FUCKING YOU FROM THE BACK 🗣️

the control he has to use you however he wants reaaally gets him going

and he likes that you get to be as loud as you want, since most of the time he lasts long enough for your arms give out holding your body up that you're just a moaning mess against the pillows

he has

a secret

that he is EMBARRASSEDDDDDD about

it makes his head spin when you mark up his neck

he's so sensitive, poor thing has to grab onto your hips with a vice grip to keep himself grounded

if you catch him in the right moment while you're riding him and go for his neck, it's one of the few times you can hear him whimper

Evan :

[SFT]

HE IS SUCH A GOOF

complete dork and we love him for it

he's so obviously head over heels for you and it's the sweetest

if you like to talk about drama from work, school, etc he is PERFECT for over the top reactions

i feel like you guys have a lot of those moments where if there's a beat of silence in a conversation or just in general as soon as you guys make eye contact you burst out laughing at literally nothing

likes to play his music LOUDD

especially in the shower or while he's cleaning he is jamming way tf out and he absolutely wants you to join him

i think physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time are big things for him, so even if you're just there sitting on the couch while he's blasting music and smiling at him, he's over the moon

he's so silly and such a sap he'd do anything for you ☹️

[NSFT]

i can't imagine a world where Evan isn't loud

loves having you on top, you having any kind of control over him makes him melt

he is such a mess when he gets head

he's grabbing at anything he can, throwing his head back to let out whimpers and moans of your name

"o-ohh my god- babe please, please please it's s'much-"

HE CAN BE A SWEETHEART SOFT DOM THO

pressing your legs against your chest, panting and whimpering while trying his best to stay focused and keep an actual rhythm but you just feel so good around him his hips stutter and jolt against the back of your thighs

he always loves getting to see your face during anything

he wants to know he's doing good, and if he gets to watch your eyes roll back and hear you gasp out his name it's all he needs

he likes to talk you through it 😛

you could be on top riding him and as soon as he knows you're close he'd have a hand gripping your thigh or holding your hand, his voice low and adoring at he tells you "come on, baby, i got you, cum for me. i'm right here, i knoww, it feels so good, huh?"

#🐟#evan myers x reader #evan myers smut #tim wright x reader #tim wright smut #everymanhybrid x reader #marble hornets x reader #rabbit writings

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lovingbradshawafterdark · 1 year

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Feel me up: part 2

Bradley bradshaw x afab!Stripper reader.

Summary: Bradley hasn’t seen you in weeks and starts to worry, things only get worse when you call him.

Word count: 3.6k+

Warnings: drug usage, prostitution, abuse and violence, mentions of blood and guns. Vague mention of a suicide. Smut, handjob and unprotected p in v sex with mentions of tied tubes, minors absolutely do not interact 18+ only please read the warning. Dead dove do not eat

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @discoseal @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @rafemcameron1 @itmejado @harper1666 @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @iluvweasleys @trippingforyou

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Your whole body felt light as you stared up at the ceiling, that familiar fuzzy and warm feeling engulfing you as you took another hit from the blunt. The man next to you could barely move on the uncomfortable bed, which you were happy about. You felt good, but your bones ached, and you were so sore. Sore from the many hours that Jason had scheduled you after the incident that happened three weeks ago. You smiled, thinking about his silly mustache, his little whimpers that left his mouth.

“Bradley,” you said breathlessly, your cheeks warm as your hands went further down your body. The man next to you did nothing, and he didn't even touch you or move. You softly hummed as you heard your phone vibrate as you heard doorsteps outside the door.

***

Bradley hadn't seen you in weeks, not since you both got breakfast not long after he got kicked out. You told him it's probably not the best idea for him to show his face. You both texted and called when you had the time. He finally got your name and stage name.

Stardust

It had a nice ring to it. He smiled, taking another sip of his beer at the hard deck. You told him you were forced to work overtime. Bradley felt awful for that, but you assure him sometimes it's part of the business. He frowned slightly and looked at his phone, you hadn't texted him in over a week, and he was getting nervous.

“You doin' alright?”

He waited for a reply, and when it was over twenty minutes, he decided to play pool with others.

“She ghosting you, Roo?” Natasha asked, rubbing chalk at the end of her pool stick. He shook his head, Brakdey didn't know, but he felt it was something else.

“Think works just getting rough” He shrugged, not letting his nerves show. He never really told them what you did for a living or the scummy practices the club you worked at seemed to have.

“Yeah, the club used to have a secret prostitution ring. My boss stopped it when the word got around. Made one of the girls take the blame.”

Bradley cringed at you while you told him every detail. What some of those men did to you made his blood boil. You only said you weren't a part of that stuff anymore since you were one of the senior dancers. You were, however, one of the famous dancers, and many of said gross men wanted a night with you. They had to pay a pretty penny, though; many rich men were addicted to drugs and prone to violence. He can remember you trying to hide your cheek once when you had to take a few off after passing out during a shift. You were having breakfast, yet he could see the tired look in your eyes and sluggish movements. Bradley saw the bruise on your cheek and immediately clenched his fists and asked you who did it. You gently held his hand and told him you were giving a lap dance, and a guy got a bit impatient, was all. You sounded so calm saying that.

“Does that happen a lot?” Bradley had asked you softly. You only looked at the floor.

“How about we finish breakfast,” you said softly, and that was the end of the conversation.

“Hey, Rooster, your phone is ringing!” Bob yelled, making Braldye tear away from his thoughts. He grabbed his phone from the corner of the pool table. Bradley’s heart sank when he saw that you were calling him. However, Bradley tried to remain optimistic.

“Hey, everything okay?” He asked quietly. Pheonix, Bob, and payback were staring at him now. Bradley only heard the sounds of sniffling and sirens.

“Can you come and pick me up?” You asked so gently as Bradley heard the sounds of an angry man behind you. Bradley's heart squeezed, and he saw the trio look at him, grimacing at Bradley's expression switched from worry to anger.

“Yeah, where are you?” Bradley asked, gripping the fabric of his jeans tightly.

“The police station...”

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You were shaking as Jason yelled at some of the officers. You could see the blood coating your white dress. Every part of you was sober now, but you half hoped you weren't. Cheryl patted your shoulder and rubbed your back. Finally, they were done questioning you.

“It'll be okay. Just try and Breathe,” Cheryl said, trying to soothe you. Your hands still shook as you attempted to unclench your jaw. Cheryl handed you a bag, “how about you go get changed” You nodded and took the bag so robotically. You walked into the police station's bathroom and quickly changed. You could see some blood still slightly smeared on your face. Cheryl had let you borrow one of her red dresses. You didn't like the color red anymore, not after what happened. You heard screaming before the door unlocked, followed by a gunshot. You shot up and saw a bullet hole through the man's skull which had been sleeping next to you. You covered your mouth, wanting to vomit, immediately sobering up. You looked to the door only to find one of the younger girls, Candy, holding a gun. Her dress was a pastel pink with splotches of blood on them. You shakily raised your hands in the air.

“I can't do this anymore,” Candy cried, her finger resting shakily on the trigger. Her blonde hair was messy now, her makeup ruined by her crying. You got up slowly and walked towards her.

“It's okay...I won't tell anyone, just put the gun down, please” Your voice shook as you tried to grab her hand gently. She moved away from you.

“We know how this ends, stardust. This won't change anything,” she raised the gun, “Jason will just pay off the police and keep things on the down low again” You tried to play your cards carefully and descale the situation.

“I'm tired, so tired,” she lowered the gun again, tears streaming more harshly down her face, “I'm tired of getting hit; I'm tired of being used” you understood her plight. You were tired, too, tired of all of this. You wanted to be free, yet Jason always knew how to keep you under his thumb.

“I understand, but doing this won't help...” You looked pleadingly into her eyes; her hands shook again.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” she cried, looking down at your dress, blood splatter on it, “and now I've gotten you involved...can you do me a favor, stardust?” You all just used your stage names, which was like a second name to you.

“What is it, candy?” You gently squeezed her hand as she looked you in the eye again.

“Get out of this place...if one of us can find a way out, then maybe we have some hope” You nodded, and she smiled; your following words became a blur as the gun went off again.

You jumped, hearing a knock on the door; you washed your face before opening it. Cheryl gave a sad smile.

“Your guy is here,” she said, pointing behind her. You stepped out slowly as Bradley looked at you. Cheryl pushed you ahead of her, “take care of her, please, at least while Jason is here” Bradley nodded as he took you by the hand.

“I will, don't worry,” He whispered, his thumb rubbing small circles along the back of your hand. You felt more at ease as his big hand gently held yours as he guided you to the door.

“Where the hell is she going!” Jason yelled as many officers were detaining him, “she only leaves when I leave! All my girls only leave when I leave” Bradley glared at him as you just hid in his chest. Cheryl bit her lip before taking a deep breath and looking away from him.

“Don’t listen to him; get out of here,” she whispered. You could barely speak, only nod at her.

“You can leave too,” you reminded her. She smiled again before playing with your hair for a second.

“You’ve got someone who can take care of you; many of us don’t have that,” she delicately placed a cute cherry hair clip in your hair, “I’ll be okay, we’ll all be okay, don’t worry too much about us” you wanted to cry, but you knew Jason would use that against you. You were finally outside, the cool California air hitting your skin. For once in your life, you finally felt genuinely free of only for a moment, the sun had gone down. Bradley put a hand on your shoulder, a sad look on his face.

“They didn’t tell me much, but you-“ you hugged him tightly before he could finish his sentence. Your face nuzzled deep into his chest.

“So much…blood on the wall” was all you could say, your knees weak thinking about it. Bradley rubbed your back gently. He looked at your white dress that was soaked in blood, and he winced.

“Was it your blood?” he asked gently. You responded by shaking your head. You gripped his Hawaiian shirt tighter.

“One of the other girls,” your voice shook remembering it, “she snapped, killed about three of the guys there and then-“ Bradley couldn’t stomach this right now, and he didn’t want you dwelling on it too much.

“How about I take you back to my place, yet you cleaned up properly” he gave you a nervous smile. Your legs were refusing to move, shock still flooding your system.

“Can't move,” you mumbled. Bradley understood and scooped you into his arms, walking towards his old bronco. He managed to open the passenger door, placing you into the seat. He closed the door as your head rested gently against the window. A song was playing from an old CD track.

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown)

And the sky is gray (and the sky is gray)

I've been for a walk (I've been for a walk)

On a winter's day (on a winter's day)

If I didn't tell her (if I didn't tell her)

I could leave today (I could leave today)

You smiled. It was the beach boys' version. Back home, your dad would always put it on in that old barn when he would wash the horse. You hadn't seen a horse in many years, which made you laugh. Bradley touched your thigh. Thinking shock was what made you laugh. You only hummed along to the song as he drove to the tiny little bungalow he owned. He parked and got out. Your eyes focused on the night sky. The twinkling stars distract you as Bradley puts you back into his arms. You liked being in his arms. They were big warm and strong, easy to melt into. He opened the door and placed you gently on his couch.

“You wanna have a proper shower?” He asked, squeezing your thigh so gently. You thought about it for a moment. You honestly just wanted to rest.

“Maybe tomorrow. I’m drained” you yawned and stretched. You saw as Bradley’s lip turned upwards, happy to see that tiny little spark return to your eyes.

“Alright, I don’t have a guest bedroom, but I can sleep on the “ he saw the look on your face. It was filled with worry, “something wrong?”

“I don’t think I wanna sleep alone tonight,” you sighed. Bradley only squeezed your thigh again.

“I understand” he smiled as he took off your heels before scooping you off the couch, leading you towards his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as if you were fragile piece of glass, “you want to sleep in that? I can give you one of my shirts if you want”

“If it’s not too much to ask” you smiled nervously as he handed you one of his old T-shirts. You started to take off Cheryl’s dress, Bradley was startled for a moment as you changed nonchalantly in front of him. He covered his eyes like a little kid making you, “What? It’s alright I’m used to people staring or jerking off while I undress, or even feel me up” you laughed yet quickly realized Bradley wasn’t like the other girls at the club, he wasn’t used to your jokes about it, they mostly happened as a way to cope.

“Did you want me to look?” He asked softly. A sudden pang hit you, barely anyone asked what you liked or wanted anymore. You only shrugged, unsure of what you wanted exactly, he was being sweet and making sure you were comfortable. He still averted his gaze as you slipped the cherry red dress off and put the T-shirt he gave you on. It was big on you making you giggle and looking back at Bradley.

“You can look now” you said tapping Bradley’s shoulder. His eyes slowly opened, they were a pretty shade of brown. His face flushed slightly looking at you in his shirt, “I’m gonna guess you Navy boys probably don’t have Pot just laying around?”

“No I don’t, haven’t had any since I was in college anyways” He sat next you on the bed, his hands nervous, “would definitely get discharged if I did” You shrugged again laying down, humming against how soft his sheets were.

“It’s fine, just been taking a big hit to help sleep at night, just to help ease the nerves” Bradley frowned at that, he didn’t want you to feel unsafe while you were in his bungalow and in general. He slowly turned over to face you, his hands were still at his sides.

“You can touch me” you chuckled yet he still didn’t budge, he wanted to touch you, not because you were used to it but because you actually wanted it. You gave him a puzzled look before gently stroking his cheek, finally noticing the scars that ran across it. His heart began to race, he could hear it through his own ears, “is it alright if I touch you?”

“Yeah” his voice was raspy as you ran your thumb along his cheek, he noticed the small bruises along your arms, things were to hectic before for him to notice, “did they do that to you?” His voice was soft and sweet, you hummed and closed your eyes.

“Yeah…they did” Bradley clenched his fists, his blood was boiling. You never gave specifics to what happened during those sessions.

“I’m not letting you go back” You froze, you truly didn’t want to go back there but it’s not like you had much of a place to go. You didn’t respond, only stroking his cheek.

“How’d you get these scars?” You whispered, your thumb running along the longest scar.

“Flying accident, happened when I was still training” he hummed at the feeling of your soft fingers gently caressing his skin. While he did really like this, he preferred if you got some rest, “you should get some rest” he said bringing your hand back away from his face. You frowned but nodded. You flipped over to the other side, slowly curling up.

Night pornstar” you said in a hushed tone. Bradley grinned, reaching over to turn the lamp at the side of his bed off. He kissed your shoulder gently, a small grin slowly coming from your lips.

“Goodnight” he said before slowly closing his eyes, sleep slowly enveloping him.

***

Bradley didn’t get much sleep. Heard you tossing and turning, even whimpering in your sleep, he pulled you close and told you he was right here. That eased you back to sleep as you felt one of his arms drape across your waist. What you weren’t expecting was feeling something hard pressing against the curve of your ass. You tried your best not to laugh and wake Bradley up. You rolled over, Bradley’s eyes still shut, snoring slightly. He was warm, it felt good. You waited awhile for Bradley to wake up. the sun hit his face making his face scrunch before slowly opening his eyes.

“Morning” you whispered, nuzzling into his chest. He smiled before letting out a hiss, his own hardness finally hitting him.

“Shit, didn’t mean for that to happen” his voice was low and raspy from waking up. You only giggled as he seemed to try and move his hips away from you.

“It’s alright, it happens sometimes” you tried to make him feel less embarrassed yet he still groaned. He rolled over onto his back. You say up and looked at him, his curly hair messy slightly. He rubbed his eyes, checking under the sheets to see how bad it was. Bradley groaned and sank into the bed again, you lips quirked upward.

“Looks like you’ve got a case of morning wood” you teased with a laugh.

“Don’t remind me” he said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes again.

“Well that must be painful you poor thing” you said with a fake pout. You quickly straddled him, making a chuckle bubble from his throat. His voice was still low and deep from waking up, “You want me to cure your morning wood, Pornstar?” You teasingly rolled your hips, making him groan. You placed your hands over his pecs, gently caressing the scarred side of his face. His hands went to your hips. Now that his jeans weren't confining him, you could see how big he was. You licked your lips as he had the biggest grin on his face.

“Like what you see?” he raised an eyebrow at you as you giggled. You slowly reached towards his boxers.

“I do, but I think I need a closer look” you took his cock out from his boxers, the tip already red and leaking, “even got a dick of a pornstar,” you cooed before spitting in your hand and slowly pumping him. The soft groans escaping his mouth were music to your ears.

“Fuuuuuck” Bradley had his eyes closed shut, his fingers digging into your waist. Why you were doing this, you couldn’t say. Was it because you were needy? Or as a distraction to help ease what happened last night? You could care less, only longing to have him inside you. He could see you licking your lips just thinking about it.

“You want me to ride you, baby?” You leaned down and whispered in his ear. He only whimpered, making you clench around nothing.

“S’Please, Star,” He begged at you pleadingly. You hummed at him, already giving you a nickname. You couldn’t wait any longer, slowly pulling your panties to the side. Bradley gave you a worried look, but you assured him.

“Tubes are tied, honey, was a requirement” you never really liked to mention that Jason had found you young, dumb, and vulnerable. You weren't vulnerable with Bradley, though. You could tell. Bradley just looked at you through a lust-filled haze, his hands shaking as you slowly sank on him, “you're so big,” you whined, getting used to the stretch. He let out another whimper before moving his hips impatiently. Making your mouth fall open as he set the pace, Bradley had many curses fall from his lips as he felt you clench around him.

“Didn't make you cum last time, wanna make you cum” Bradley babbled as he thrust harshly inside you. You threw your head while you tried to meet this thrusts, you hadn’t had someone this big inside you in a very long time, most men Jason had you sleep with were average at best if you were lucky. You tried desperately to not think about the club, Jason, or poor Candy. Bradley was fooling a damn good job at that. Bradley’s Left hand slowly made its way from hips to your aching clit, he began to rub small circles with his thumb making you mewl. The way Bradley was touching and fucking you had you already close to the edge, he was focusing much more on you than himself which you weren’t used to.

“Gonna c-cum” you whined out as you fell forward onto Bradley’s chest. He was still thrusting into you. The two of you were panting, breath hot as you looked at his lips. You pressed your lips to his, kissing him roughly, his hand leaving your clit to your back, holding you in place. You moaned into his mouth, his thrusts becoming more quick and sloppy. Your vision went white as you came, your walls clenched around him so he didn’t last much longer and spilled inside of you. Your whole body collapsed against him, you breathed heavily and so did he. His fingers rubbed small fingers against your back.

“You good?” Bradley asked, kissing your cheek as his mustache tickled slightly.

“Yeah, I’m good” you sighed happily, Bradley was still inside you, his cheeks red. You happily laid against him, content as a post orgasm fog washed over you.

“Looks like you cured me of my morning wood” he chuckled again, his fingers delicately playing with your hair.

“Guess I did, it’s gonna cost you” you joked, your fingers running along his face again. You opened your eyes and looked at him as you pulled out of him, already missing the feel of him.

“What’s it gonna cost me?” He laughed as you brushed some his hair back. He liked having your body against him, it had been awhile since something like this happened.

“Don’t know yet, for right now I want cuddles” you closed your eyes and fully laid against his chest, his heartbeat making you him again. Bradley would gladly cuddle you all day, but he had to go to the base soon and he didn’t feel comfortable leaving you here all by yourself. He kissed your forehead.

“Don’t think I feel comfortable leaving you here while I’m at work” you frowned, you didn’t want him to leave you, “but I think I got a place, you ever work as a bartender before?”

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #top gun smut #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradsaw x reader #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #Bradley bradshaw x you #Bradley bradhsaw x female!reader #feel me up

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mortal-mayhem · 2 years

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h e l l o!! i hope you are having a lovely day/evening/afternoon/night and are taking care of yourself :) . i was wondering if you could do rise! turtles (all of the gang one of the turtles spesifically doesn’t matter :) ) headcannons of them having an s/o who just…dances out of nowhere. like yk when you’re waiting for your food in the microwave and you just start dancing? that kind of thing. you in no way have to make this but i figured i’d toss my thought into the world. have a lovely day <3

It's normal for the people in my life to see me sway like a flamboyant praying mantis. I did the idle Sun dance before Security Breach existed. Dancing is such a massive happy brain moment.

You Got Them Moves

Honestly? All of them vibe with this. They all have their own versions of doing it themselves.

The second you start dancing, they're ready to join in.

Raph can't help but laugh at how silly it is, but he still sways with you while continuing like normal. His movements are a little more subtle.. until he gets into it. Get him in the zone and you guys are dancing with the stars.

Leo and Mikey are like '👀??' and start busting it down with you. You waiting on the microwave? Mikey starts beatboxing while his bro lays down some bars (that don't entirely make sense but it's okay-).

Donnie thinks you're adorable and amusing. Catch him in a good mood and he might end up pulling you in for a spin! That and he takes you, quote, 'doin your little dancy dance,' as a compliment, since it means you're listening and just need something to help your brain focus.

Oh gosh don't get me started on April. That woman will bust. It. DOWN. Get her goin' and she'll dance through the entire task with you.

☆~BONUS~☆

Casey finds you-

Oh fuck

Oh no

You're cute af

He's melting with a dumb smile on his face oh no

He has to hide and just

Stare with a dumbass smile because he's all heart eyes you're so CUTE

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #donatello x reader #leonardo x reader #michelangelo x reader #raphael x reader #april o'neil x reader #casey x reader #rise headcanons #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rise x reader

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lunartearrose · 2 months

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Oc kiss 2024 day 3 - Sunrise!

Ocs: (from right to left), Azure, Hayune, and Rust!

World: pokespe

Drabble below! Happy Valentines' Day!

Today, the sun rose on a new day.

In fact, it was the first day of summer - the first summer Hayune experienced in a long time. Of course, Hayune wouldn't dare miss it's rising.

As always, with each passing day, a fear lingered in him - of new problems arising, of having to hit the reset button one more time - and of course, no longer having the ability to do so.

But he promised Celebi - on the summer solstice, he would set them free. This was that time.

So, he pulled the GS ball from his hiding place, and after a deep breath… he hit the release.

Celebi sprung out, stretching arms to the sky, trilling happily with a stretch. It turned around, looking at Hayune with their head tilted.

He dropped the ball on the ground, and after a moment of hesitation, crushed it under his heel. “There. Free forever. I hope you never need me to fix fate. Ever again. But… I'll be happy to have some lunch with you in some years, if you want.” he rambled softly.

The little mythical squealed happily, throwing her arms around Hayune's neck. One last time, the little celebi spoke telepathically to him.

“Thank you! Goodbye!”

Gently, he hugged the little pokemon back. “Goodbye.” He replied.

With that, the little green pokemon flew off. And slowly, as it danced in the sunrise, Celebi's colors gradually changed.

Slowly, the green body faded pink - a symbol that they had finally gotten quite old. Many times before, it was a sign of their wilting. But this time, the change was not brought on by exhaust drying them up. It was brought on naturally.

After all, today was their birthday. This Celebi's, at least.

He watched for a while, and eventually, he heard footsteps.

“There you are.” Rust spoke, “didn't think you'd do it so… quick.”

“Are you going to be okay?” Azure asked.

Hayune shrugged. “I promised them I'd let them go. Better to rip the bandaid off, right? I just… hope we'll see each other again, someday. When we're both all healed up.”

“I'm sure you will!” Azure replied, doing their best to comfort him, “We'll be right by your side as much as you need us.”

“Yep.” Rust agreed, “No gettin’ rid of us.”

Hayune smiled a bit. “Thanks, guys.” He turned away from the bright sun's rays, sighing softly. “I'm happy for them. I just… can't shake the nervousness. You know how it is…”

At that time, Rust and Azure glanced at each other as Hayune moved away slightly. A quiet agreement was met between them, as they had discussed the ways to lift their partner up before meeting here. Rust was very embarrassed about it, but just about as determined as Azure was, reassured by her mischievous smile.

They nod to each other, and then move.

Rust grabbed Hayune, hand landing clumsily on his chest, while Azure tugged at his arm.

“Huh? Guys, whats-” Hayune began, only to be cut off as the two leaned in.

Rust had to lean down, and Azure had to stretch up a bit, but they each planted a kiss on Hayune's cheeks at the same time.

The result? Hayune's brain screeched to a halt, his face flushed red. His worried thoughts drowned in happy static.

After some moments, the two pulled away. Rust was bright red, while Azure was more composed.

“Sorry if you didn't like that.” Rust muttered, flipping his hood up. “It was Azy's idea to surprise attack ya.”

“Says the guy that immediately agreed to it with no hesitation.” Azure smirked. “You're so silly! You have no problem flirting, but you're all hot and bothered over doin’ somethin’ so tame!”

“Well-! I-! It's just-!” Rust stammered, getting redder as his voice cracked, “Different! FUCK-”

At that, Hayune's brain finally rebooted in full. Smiling blissfully, he said, “Can I have another?”

“Oh- sure, sweetheart!”

“I'm gonna croak, but… s-sure, fine.”

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #pokespe fankids #pokespe #hayune (oc)#azure (oc)#rust (oc)#celebi #shiny celebi #pokemon #artists on tumblr

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Mentopolis ep 4! This is another very long one and also this time there's research and visual aids!

Siobhan’s look this ep is so good

I relate to Hank Green in that I also roll a d20 between my fingers and gaze into the middle distance when my GM recounts The Horrors.

You look too pretty and mysterious 😔

Siobhan is so good at playing a femme fatale

Jokes!

Wait do flash mobs really not exist anymore? Did those disappear and I didn’t notice?

Has anyone checked to see how far down Elias is rn.

Like is he gonna be falling for the next three episodes.

I love when there are cousins in rpgs. The Lords of The Wing. Imelda and Anastasia. Every rp server I’ve ever been in. Most of the dnd games I’ve ever been in. If there’s one thing rpers/ttrpgers/etc love it’s fucking complex family dynamics.

I love Max <3

she’s so silly I love her

Ivana x Dan where’s the fic cmon guys

The super casual dance 💃

THANK you please check

(players make cartoonish sounds of worry)

They really want him to fly lmao

The setttttt

WHY DOES HE HAVE A GRAPPLING HOOK ON HIS BELT

Like that’s great. But he has this for why. Did he know he was gonna get tossed out the window??? What the fuck??

I missed it last episode but this episode’s spelling is 🥁🥁

Phởcks!

ở is a Vietnamese language vowel (one of twelve), and is pronounced as an unrounded [o]. Vietnamese is a tonal language, so Ở is the letter Ơ with the hook tonal indicator above it. It does phonetically make sense as a replacement letter for the sound they are trying to achieve. x x Back to the show!

Oh god we’re in the red

140 pressure! By golly gee!

Dan whatcha doin

The fucks of doom

Literally of doom.

Freddie trying to explain what this looks like is so funny oh my god

Why did you need to slap her for that?

ONE

Quadruple oh dear lord

Also why was the grappling gun vibrating

What are you doing kid??

Oh he has no way of knowing that but that could really screw The Fix. I really hope he doesn’t get killed because the DA finds out he’s not dead.

I’ll bet Hank is having such a great time just watching this.

She beat it by more than five hell yeah

Floor rules!!

What a great cover story for being at Sugah’s all the time

Oh, the cops are huge assholes? Shocking.

Especially when Brennan’s the GM lol

Yeah Hank definitely forgot he was playing lmao

HELL YEAH

What is thisssss

Oh I do not like this at all

Everyone is so delighted by him and honestly I am too

Bad this is all bad

Like body like brain function I guess

The Fix should have had a grappling hook on his belt idk what to tell you

Wild. This is a wild thing to have happened.

God the fear that “did you know” instills now.

What. What are you trying to achieve right now.

TRAPP

What are you trying to do

WHY IS THIS WHAT’S HAPPENING

Holy shit man. What the fuck.

So is he like. No longer stressed or something? He’s still swinging from a grappling hook off a skyscraper, is he no longer stressed about that?

The gang is reuniting!

Why is Mrs Doubtfire the default? Like every improv person I’ve ever met defaults to Mrs doubtfire when they need to do a disguise thing.

Split like an end

Just noticed the little thing that looks like the communism symbol on the background lmao

The Brennan Face of Defeat is beautiful and tragic

We would hate for anyone in police custody not to have a wonderful time 💀

Poor Max

Tropes!

C’est la vieeeeee

Myeh, see!

Vigilance?

Just. Maybe. Hundreds?

An entire crosswalk just saw you shit yourself and despite being thrown out of a window and trying to grappling hook yourself to safety, the public humiliation is your biggest concern right now.

We’re driving to the mayor!

Hunch and Fucks duo of all time

Shit!

What is happeninggg

Okay but if he planned to jump and use the grappling hook then why would none of his brain functions be aware of that?

Getting the white key in the chest of a function takes it over?

“He looked at me with some eyes that did not have him inside them anymore” Jesus Christ that’s not quite on “who do we know who has blood” level but it’s close

What a wonderful flashback.

Maybe this insane situation will change him a bit lol

Freddie mouthing along perfectly <3

Drive STRAIGHT into his walls

Ivana what an icon

Great googly moogly!!

Girl what

What an adorable visual

Mr. Mayor I know we’re confessing to kind of a lot of crimes here BUT-

Is rope burn really the biggest concern

This is why the government never gets anything done

The best thing that could happen WOULD be if everything in the world were to stop you’re so right

You don’t make any sense!

Yeah having the concept of freezing as the head of government would make it really easy for people to puppet that.

I’m with Conrad I have no idea what’s going on

Yessss exactly what Imelda had tried to do earlier

Siblings <3

Ok! So they’re not falling anymore!

To control and regulate 😬

I’m curious 🧐🤨 I do all kinds of crazy things 😋🤪🥸

Trapp is so good

Thank god they got the pressure down or that would have been Bad lmao

They all smell so much like beef oh god

The conscience is not the thing holding you back from experiencing pleasure my guy

Of course you’re the embodiment of justification and you’d love to write a manifesto. Of course.

Dan Fucks is in handcuffs so often

The POWER of that roll oh my god

I want to know this woman’s story

Just fun facts, they’re not scary!

(Hank ebullient he’s meeting his match)

e·bul·lient /iˈbo͝olyənt, iˈbəlyənt/ adjective 1. cheerful and full of energy.

FACT ALERT. BRENNAN BIRD FACT ALERT.

Fact off time

Pasha N. She’s PASSION incredible

I love the cartoony clue logic of this place

Copper!

(getting titillated from the tidbits)

Caption authors I LOVE you

(aroused and astounded) I didn’t know, I didn’t know.

The fact that The Fix didn’t know any of this and this is presumably the first time someone is trading facts with him that he didn’t already know and doing it so excitedly I’m having feelings.

Hunch Curio incredible wingman action

Trapp gets the same brand of candy cigarettes that I do!

Fun fact: candy cigarettes look super realistic if you burn the end and work as props for cosplay sometimes! They also taste like toasted marshmallow :)

Oh god

Is the brother one of the kids from the orphanage? Maybe he was abandoned there and that’s why he stayed a kid while his sister grew up?

Oh my god Hank eating the candy cigarette was such a good beat

ICHABOD

Hank Green your mind <3

The gang’s back together!

Sometimes Brennan walks into a bad pun and he looks so disappointed in himself

That man needs some beef on his legs!

What a great episode.

Capers!

Sneak peek reactions:

Leave the child alone

Ooh do we get to meet Don Avaricii?

Whatttt

Oohohohoho yay.

#mentopolis #reactions #verbal component #The Fix #HANK #brennan #nonfiction

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mercy-mercie-mercymorn · 2 months

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TAVS.

bg3 spoilers ahead!

aurora (gold dragonborn cleric of mielikki) grew up in the woods, far away from the city. she likes animals and once spent three days chasing a unicorn, just to see what it did. on a diplomatic trip to stop logging that was infringing on a grove once considered sacred to mielikki, she got abducted. pokey sticks and fire breath quickly proved to be the best way to make her way through her new life. on the way she fell head over heels for the two dumbasses who got fucked by the Hells. so they decided to start saving people, hunting things. and now it's wyll and wyll's wife aurora and aurora's wife karlach's family business. yay hell polycule!

(aurora is the reason i call wyll my wife. he's just. my wife <3)

kassandra (seladrine drow warlock) has never been to the underdark. she has a cousin there, on her mom's side, maybe? she grew up in baldur's gate and made a career for herself as a shrewd businesswoman (she makes jewelry; that's how she got warlockéd). using people's impressions of drow against them is like her primary skill and it works surprisingly often despite the fact that she is 5'3" on a good day and has the face of a disney princess. she also has the animal skills of one. aurora is steve irwin, kassandra is cinderella. karlach and kassandra were instant besties, which evolved in the sapphic tradition of "surely she doesn't mean it like that haha" until kassandra just straight up said she wanted to make out with karlach.

(i haven't finished her playthrough yet because i'm afraid teehee)

winter (avariel [mod, winged elf] bard) is your manic pixie dream girl. i stole her name and most of her appearance from Winter The Lunar Chronicles because i am a silly little criminal. winter has never met a problem she could not make marvel-esque quips at, much to shadowheart's eternal chagrin. desperately wants karlach to teach her that silly tiktok dance she's always doin So Bad. her adventure is a very strange change of pace for her because she was previously a tavern waitress/occasional entertainer when there was literally no other option. as such, she does not know how to use weapons really at all and makes everyone else protect her (insert pleading face emoji). anyways, she's the golden retriever gf to shart's black cat gf.

(her wings get in the way of every cutscene but i still love her)

marie (human durge paladin) is like if tinkaton was a person. she hates the murderhobo ps5 in her brain and loves weird little guys (gale). voted most likely to cry at dog food commercials. i really haven't played much of her, so i haven't decided on much backstory for her.

(i just think she's a little funny)

the one that only sort of counts.

cynthia (tiefling wild magic sorcerer) is literally just my OC who got isekaid to faerun. the only people who know this are the """dream guardian""", the gods, and the three dipshits and their lame goddess. she's there to cause problems and live up to her old nickname: Godkiller. her fake persona, Lady Cynthia Tav, is from a little town on the coast and enjoys the finer things in life. her most fervent desire is to have a spray bottle so she can get astarion to stop that (at any given moment, "that" ranges from mild horniness to wanting to violently murder people). she is beginning to understand what it was like for her brother to raise her.

(don't have many pics of her, but she's the most frequent subject of my drawings)

there's a bunch of more in my notebook that i doodle in while playing

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 tav #oc content lol #long post

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In the spirit of my infamous Reggie Peters Vibe Scale, i offer you the Luke Patterson Bop Index, based solely on how much our favorite himbo with a sleeve allergy bops during each song.

Now or Never: the show STARTS with our boy bopping. he’s kicking his little feet. he’s shuffling. He do be wiggling tho. Rating- 6/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Wake Up: luke only shows up at the end, and our boy is Not Bopping. he just looks generally awkward, like he’s a teenage boy that accidentally walked into the wrong room and instead of activating his fight or flight reflex, it activates the freeze response. Rating- 1/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

This Band Is Back (Reggie’s Jam): this band (and this boy) are back and they are BOPPING. luke is dancing. he’s wiggling. can he scat? no, but does that stop him? no. a flexible king. Rating- 5/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Wow: our bopping king is Not Bopping. he’s standing there, mouth slightly open. boy looks like a sim waiting for instructions. Be patient king, you will be bopping in like two minutes. Rating- 0.5/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Bright: this boy is BOPPING. briefly stops out of pure Himbo Confusion, but then he goes back to bopping. king. he do be kicking his feet, doing his little dancey dance. i will give him bonus points for the romantic tension he adds to his little mic sharing moment with Julie. man quits bopping to follow her like a lost puppy and we must respect his commitment to Being A Simp. Rating- 7/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Flying Solo: our king is BOPPING. he’s wiggling. why must he leap at poor flynn like a rabid dog? unclear, but he did it. at his core, luke patterson is just a silly little guy, and we have to commend him for letting his intrusive thoughts win. Rating- 6/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

I Got the Music: im sure that luke is bopping somewhere, but he isn’t onscreen and we cannot rate his bopping if we do not see him. Rating- 0/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

The Other Side of Hollywood: Our boy? He’s bopping. He is the most animated that we see him during any musical performance. Do you SEE his dance moves? He’s not just two stepping like he does when he plays guitar. that man is experiencing the bop of his afterlife. Rating- 11/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

All Eyes on Me: the man is just standing there. Yes he is supporting his best buddy Alex, but is he bopping? not particularly. i do love his happy little smile though. Rating- 0.25/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index.

Finally Free: a return to form for our Bopping Boy. He be movin. he be groovin. he doin his little leg kicks. he dropping to his knees. he is close to Peak Luke Patterson: puppy eyes, growly voice, boppy dance moves, big perfect smile and all. bless you baby. Rating- 9/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Perfect Harmony: our man do be movin and groovin, but the choreography is too polished to be considered a true Luke Patterson Bop. i will give dream luke props for his willingness to roll around on the floor. that floor work is truly chaotic and unhinged enough to count as Real Luke Patterson Behavior, so julie knows our boy very well. Rating- 0.05/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Edge of Great: luke is in his kicked puppy era, but that doesn’t stop him from doing his trademark two step dancey dance. look at the way that man shuffles and swivels. and that guitar solo and mic sharing moment at the end? our boy is tryna get it IN and we gotta respect it. Rating- 7/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Unsaid Emily: poor baby is NOT bopping. He is instead revealing that he has Mommy Issues and Parental Trauma in song form. honestly, got distracted thinking about how i need to call my own mother before i gotta write my own unsaid emily. im so sorry luke my beloved boy, but your bops are nonexistent here. in their place there are only tears. at least you and your parents got closure now, so there’s that. Rating- -6/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index (but 10/10 on the Make You Address Your Eldest Daughter Trauma Scale)

You Got Nothing to Lose: NO. luke is in pain. he is SCARED. he is being puppeted like a marionette. he is not in control here, and it shows. he is confused. HELP HIM. i will give luke one point for the little yippity skippity that he does when he’s being dragged onstage because i think it’s funny. but no. save our boy. let him bop!!! Rating- -8999/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

Stand Tall: our boy is here to cross over, and he is going to BOP while he does it. he does experience difficulties, but does he let that stop his bop? no. there’s no stopping luke patterson when he’s bopping. perfect way to close out our beloved boy’s bopping career. we love you buddy. Rating- 7/10 on the Luke Patterson Bop Index

#jatp netflix #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #no unfinished business #Reggie Peters Vibe Scale

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babygirl-diaz · 2 years

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Samtember 06: Redwing | Technology

1681 words | Rated G | for @samtember2022

Sam put on his favorite white-rimmed glasses and turned up the volume on Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give it Up” and sat down on his stool as he got to work. He hooked up the toy he had fondly named “Redwing” to the computer and started making the changes he needed to work on.

Sam was a world-class engineer and an entrepreneur, and Redwing was his newest creation. Something he made for his daughter, Riley. Just a few months ago, there was a kidnapping attempt on the 5-year-old. Not wanting something like that to happen again, Sam decided to create something that would protect his kid. He made Redwing resemble a falcon, and it could do so much.

Sam did not hear anyone come in, as he moved to the music and typed away on the keyboard. It wasn’t until a tiny head popped up next to him that he realized that his little one had broken into the lab.

“Whatcha doin’?” Riley asked.

“Working on Redwing,” Sam replied.

“Is she ready?” Riley asked, reaching out to touch Redwing, but Sam grabbed her hand.

“No touching,” he told her sternly. To which the little girl just pouted.

Soon ‘Superstition’ started playing and Riley danced along to it. “Papa, dance!” She insisted.

“I can’t, baby girl. I have way too much work,” Sam replied.

“Papa, pleaseeeeeeeee….” Riley gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes, and how could he say no to that?

Getting up from the stool, Sam went over to his little girl and started moving to Stevie Wonder along with her.

Sam picked up Riley and took her small hand into his and started swaying them both to the music. “When you believe in things. That you don't understand... Then you suffer... Superstition ain't the way…” The father-daughter duo sang together and laughed.

“I’m more of an Al Green guy, but this song is a classic.”

Sam became alert when he heard another voice and turned around to find Tony Stark standing in the middle of his lab.

“Cherie!” Sam called out to his AI. “What have I told you about letting in strangers?!”

“Mr. Stark is listed as a friend,” Cherie replied.

Sam threw a glare at Stark. “Did you hack into my AI?”

Stark bit his lips and put his hands up in surrender. “I had a Friday off.”

“What do you want, Stark?” Sam refused to let his little girl down, especially in the presence of his rival. So he kept her close.

“I heard you were making something for the little one over there,” Stark commented and got closer to them. He reached out to touch Riley’s nose but Riley whined and turned her head away.

“Back off, Stark,” Sam warned him. On the list of people who had a vendetta against him and could have possibly tried to kidnap his child, Stark was at number two.

“Okay, okay, backing off,” Stark put his hands up in surrender again and smirked.

“So is that it?” He asked, leaning over Sam’s workstation.

“None of your business.” Sam went to his workstation and stood in front of it to hide his work from Stark.

“Aw come on. Don’t be a spoiled sport. What happened to sharing and caring?”

“It died since you stole my last idea,” Sam told him.

“I didn’t steal it. I just released it first,” Stark said with a shrug.

“And that’s exactly why I have already patented every single part of Redwing,” Sam told him. “You touch her and I will drag your pathetic ass to court.”

Stark fake gasped and looked at Riley. “Daddy said a bad word. Court.”

“That’s not daddy, silly,” Riley told him. “That’s papa. Daddy doesn’t live with us.”

“Right… daddy left because daddy was smart,”

Sam closed his eyes and counted back to himself. He really did not want to punch Stark in front of his daughter.

“So what does your infamous creation do?” Stark asked. “I am curious.”

“You can find out with the rest of the world,” Sam replied.

“You’re no fun!” Stark fake pouted at him. “Anyway, you wanna be my date to the charity ball this Saturday?”

“What?” Sam asked incredulously. “No! I don’t wanna be your date!”

“You break my heart, Wilson,” Stark pretended to weep and subtly take to a photo of Redwing, but Sam caught him.

“Man, get out of my house.” Sam really did not have the patience for him.

“Fine, I’m going,” Stark replied and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Goodbye brat.”

Sam was about to say fuck it and attack Stark when he added, “And goodbye, Riley.”

Sam closed his eyes and groaned before letting Riley down once Stark left.

“Papa, don’t let the bad guy bring you down,” Riley told him. She was very understanding for her age. Sam kind of wished she wasn’t. Because that meant she was growing up.

“Thanks, baby girl,” Sam thanked her and unhooked Redwing from the computer. He then picked up Riley and put her on the workstation table. “You wanna see what Redwing does?”

Riley excitedly nodded.

“Redwing, bird mode,” Sam said.

“Bird mode activated,” Redwing replied.

“Redwing, talk,” Sam told her.

“Redwing, talk,” Redwing replied like a parrot.

“That’s so cool!” Riley replied, clapping her hands together.

“That’s so cool!” Redwing repeated like a parrot once again.

It was bizarre seeing a falcon talk like a parrot, but Sam didn’t care.

“Redwing, chipmunk voice,” Sam told her.

“Chipmunk voice, activated,” she said in a chipmunk voice.

“Riley is the bestest!” Riley said.

“Riley is the bestest,” Redwing said in a chipmunk voice.

Riley giggled behind her hand, making Sam smile and forget all about Stark.

“You wanna see something cool?” Sam asked.

Riley nodded enthusiastically.

“Redwing, fly mode. Rainbow style,” he told the bird.

Redwing immediately got into flight mode and then took off flying around the lab. Not only that, she left a trail of rainbow colors behind that dissipated in the air after a few seconds.

“Wowwwwww….” Riley said in awe. She soon yawned and Sam decided that showtime was over.

“Okay, time for bed, baby girl,” Sam told Riley, getting her off the work table.

“But papa… I wanna play with Redwing,” she pouted.

“Not today, sweetheart. You can play with her when she’s finished,” Sam told her. “Now come on, let’s get you to bed.” Sam took Riley’s little hand and led her to her bedroom. While she brushed and changed, Sam sent a message to his ex-husband.

When Riley came back, Sam tucked her into bed and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Love you, baby girl,” he said.

“Love you, papa,” she replied. “Goodnight.”

Sam turned on the nightlight and left the door slightly ajar. “Goodnight,” he said on his way out.

As soon as Sam left Riley’s room, the front doorbell rang and Cherie announced Sam’s ex-husband’s arrival..

Sam went to the door and opened it. “Hey, Buck.”

“Hey, Sam,” Bucky came in and gave Sam a hug.

Sam hugged him back and let out a breath of relief. Even though they had parted ways, Bucky’s presence always made Sam feel better.

“Come on, let’s go to the workshop. I need to finish cleaning up,” Sam said, leading Bucky to the workshop.

“Wow… is that your Redwing?” Bucky asked.

“Not my Redwing. She belongs to Riley.” Sam replied.

“She huh?” Bucky chuckled.

Sam rolled his eyes at the other man and asked, “Do you wanna drink something?”

“I know you’ve got the good whiskey, so, yeah, I’ll have that.”

Sam went out and poured them their drinks and then returned with two glasses. He gave one to Bucky, who raised it towards Sam. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” Sam replied and took a sip.

“So Stark…” Bucky trailed off. “The audacity of that man.”

“I know,” Sam sighed. “I know you say that whoever tried to kidnap Riley was related to your work, but I still think it was him. He just wanted to get back at me.”

“I don’t think Stark is capable of kidnap, Sam,” Bucky told him as he took a sip of his whiskey.

“I don’t know if I believe that,” Sam replied. “Anyway… that’s why I’ve made Redwing over here. She will protect our little angel.”

“What exactly does she do?” Bucky asked and picked up a little garbage and threw them in the trash.

“When she’s finished, she will send me back a 360-degree video feed in multi-spectrum. She will also have tracking software. And scanning abilities, so that she can see through objects,” Sam replied.

“That sounds…. Scary,” Bucky replied.

“Oh, and she will also come with projectile grappling handcuffs,” Sam added.

“I think you’ve gone a bit overboard,” Bucky replied. “No parent will buy that for their child.”

Sam sighed. “I just want our child to be safe.”

“There is only so much you can do to keep her safe, Sam,” Bucky told him.

Sam hugged Bucky and sighed. “I know. But I wanna do whatever it takes.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Sam and held him close. “I know.”

“I love you.”

A robotic voice came from somewhere, and Sam immediately pulled apart from Bucky.

Bucky frowned and turned to look at Redwing before turning back to Sam. “What the hell was that?”

“There is a glitch in her system,” Sam chuckled. “Sometimes she randomly starts saying I love you,” he replied. “Right now, she decided to say it at the most inopportune moment.” Sam turned off Redwing and put her back on the table.

“Anyway, let’s clean up, and then we can watch a movie or something,” Sam suggested. “That is, if you have time?”

“For you?” Bucky asked. “Always.”

Sam felt his cheeks heat up at that. “Cherie,” he called out at his AI to change the subject. “Play some music,” he told her.

Within a few seconds, Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together” started playing over the speakers.

“What the hell?” Sam said in a high-pitched voice.

Bucky laughed off to the side. “I love technology.”

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emile-hides · 3 years

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H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

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gardenerian · 3 years

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5 times they get silly while drunk + 1 time they get sappy <3

I LOVE THIS ooooh i love this. we’re going back to post-canon for this one, simply because i miss sappy idiot husbands today. thanks for the request! the last couple have had some angst, settle in for some silly sweetness now! (tw for alcohol)

mickey didn’t want to go out in the first place, but now that he’s here and four beers in, he can admit that he’s having a good time.

ian had been crawling out of his skin for a night out. “we’ve babysat for the last three weekends, mickey,” he whined. “can we please go out for some adult company? adults that aren’t related to us?”

he shot down mickey’s ideas for a movie night, a midnight swim, or a game of strip poker. ian was practically squirming with the need to dance a little, sip a cocktail, and then feel mickey up in the corner of some west side bar.

and when mickey really thought about it, the plan didn’t sound so bad. it just happens to go totally sideways when ian, giddy and tipsy and giggling, gets lost on his way back from the bathroom.

well, ian thinks he’s lost, anyways.

mickey has eyes on him the whole time, grinning behind his drink as ian bobs and weaves through the crowded bar. he stops at every clump of people, searching each individual’s face for any sign of mickey.

and mickey’s right fucking here, perched by the bar where he’s been all night, and absolutely within earshot. he could call to ian right now, see his face light up at the sound of his voice, but watching him sniff mickey out among the crowd is just too fucking sweet.

some people try to talk to him. “hey man,” one woman asks, placing a friendly hand on ian's shoulder, “you doin’ alright?”

“fine, fine,” he sighs. “just looking for mickey.”

when the woman has no information for him, just blinks sympathetically at him like she’s looking at a lost golden retriever, ian shakes her hand off and moves on.

he wanders around by the dj booth, red hair tinted blue and purple under the lights. mickey couldn’t possibly lose sight of him, he’s a six foot walking glow stick.

when ian realizes that mickey isn’t loitering by the speakers, he drifts around the perimeter of the bar. mickey can barely hear him now over the sound of the music and the people, but he sees ian's lips occasionally mouth his name.

mickey takes a sip of his drink and suddenly ian's on the opposite end of the bar, urgently asking the bartender if he's seen mickey.

"he's my husband," ian tells him proudly. "an' he's short but he's not that short, y'know? and he's pretty but don't tell him i told you that, okay?"

mickey snorts. ian tells him that every day.

"the guy you came in with?" the bartender asks. when ian nods wildly, he points over his shoulder at mickey. "yeah, man, he's right there."

ian, having now done a full lap around the bar looking for him, finally lays eyes on mickey. his body, already loose with alcohol, sags impossibly further in relief.

mickey grins as ian rushes to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him lightly as he speaks. "mickey," he breathes, "where did you go?"

"been right here the whole time, ian," mickey tells him. his blood is warm and his skin is flushed and ian's looking at him like he thought he'd never see him again. "had my eye on you."

ian's mouth drops open. "you watched me look for you?"

mickey shrugs, reaches out to touch ian's shirt, plays with the hem. "yeah, man," he laughs, "i'm always watchin' you."

ian's takes one last pull from his drink, looking around the room through blurry, happy eyes. liam graduated middle school today, and the family outdid themselves in celebration.

the family is scattered around the gallagher living room, draped over chairs and stretched out on the floor. it's late, too late, and mickey snores softly where he's slumped against ian's shoulder.

ian nudges him off gently. "mick," he sings lightly, "come on, let's call a car. go home."

mickey stretches out like a cat, peering blearily around the room.

"mornin', sleeping beauty," lip calls from the floor, raising his root beer in toast.

"fuck off," mickey grumbles back, then reaches for his abandoned beer on the coffee table.

"nope," ian says, intercepting mickey's hand and shoving the bottle out of reach. carl snags it and quickly polishes it off. "time to go home, sleep in a real bed."

"don't wanna," mickey whines, wriggling further into the corner of the couch.

"yep, let's do it," ian urges. "it'll feel good to sleep at home. brush our teeth, floss, all that shit."

"no," mickey argues, suddenly upright and very alert. "no fucking flossing, ian."

"why not?"

"god," mickey groans, "because you're so fucking annoying when you do it."

ian's mouth drops open, offended. he can't believe mickey is still ragging on the way he flosses. it was one thing when they were in prison and they were stuck listening to every moment of each other's bathroom routines, but now that they have an actual bathroom? with a door? bullshit.

"you know," ian informs him, "you don't have to stand next to me and brush your teeth at the same time every night."

mickey huffs in response, and ian smirks. gotcha.

"he still do that thing where he sucks on his teeth?" lip chimes in, laughing a little. "that always annoyed the shit out of me, too."

mickey cheers in vindication while ian flips his brother off, visibly betrayed. he chooses not to divulge that lip bleeds everywhere when he flosses his teeth, which is way grosser, in his opinion.

"sorry, little brother," lip offers, not looking very sorry at all. "shit's gross."

alright then, game on.

"not nearly as gross as when mickey pisses all over the toilet seat and doesn't wipe it up," ian fires back.

"hey!" mickey shouts, just as tami sits up and chimes in. "oh yeah," she agrees, "lip does that shit, too. way grosser."

"at least i don't whistle while i pee," mickey accuses, raising an eyebrow at ian while lip chokes on his drink.

"that's a new habit, ian," he muses. "what's that about?"

ian ignores lip. "like you don't stand outside the door and whistle along, asshole," he directs at mickey.

mickey narrows his eyes, clearly mentally filing through ian's other infractions. "ian leaves his socks in his shoes when he takes them off," he announces.

"wait, what's wrong with that," carl asks. "that way they're there for you when you need your shoes again, right?"

ian's gesturing his thanks to carl when debbie speaks up.

"god, you're disgusting, both of you," she tells them. "don't be putting your day-old, sweaty ass socks back on the next day!"

"well mickey finishes off the milk and then just leaves the jug out instead of putting it in the bin," ian spits.

"yeah," liam murmurs, just waking up in his armchair. "we know, he did that when you guys were living here, too."

"just put it in yourself," mickey suggests, like it's the most obvious solution.

"i shouldn't have to!" ian shouts. "just rinse it out and put it in the fucking bin!"

mickey opens his mouth to argue when lip interrupts. "alright, alright," he soothes, like this isn't his fault in the first place. "you two should head home before you split up right here on the couch. i think it's safe to say you're both gross weirdos, right?"

ian and mickey grumble their assent, and ian pulls out his phone to call an uber. he leads mickey to the car when it arrives and they ride in petty, only-half-mad silence.

so ian is a little surprised when mickey leans his head on his shoulder as they near their apartment. "you know," he murmurs, "i like getting ready for bed next to you."

ian smiles, kisses his head. "oh yeah?"

"yeah," mickey agrees. "even when you're fucking disgusting."

ian has never been one for valentine's day.

it's tacky, over-priced, and, if he's honest, he kind of resents the idea that he'd have to shell out a bunch of cash to prove his love just because hallmark said so.

but fuck, does he love having a valentine.

he and mickey use the evening just to spend some quiet time together. they cook a nice dinner, feed each other bites, and kiss over the dining table. ian bought a shitty little box of chocolates just because he knows mickey will eat them all after dinner.

mickey uncorks a bottle of red wine just before they sit down to eat. they don't drink a lot of wine, both preferring to stick to beers and liquor. but the wine is nice, it's romantic.

it also gets them fucking hammered.

they're lounging on the couch after dinner, and as expected, mickey is making his way through the chocolates. ian snuggles into his side, snagging one from the box and humming contentedly as he chews.

"this is nice," he murmurs. mickey nods his head, reaching for his glass of wine. "how about some music?"

mickey nods again, and ian gets up to grab his phone from the kitchen. he searches through his playlists for something romantic, but nothing piques his interest. until - oh yeah. he grins wickedly when he comes across his sexy dancing playlist.

when the music starts, mickey sits up, confused. "this isn't really what i had in mind, ian," he laughs.

ian shimmies back over to the couch, turning around in front of mickey and rolling his hips. he's little jerkier than he expects, and he stumbles lightly over his own feet.

"jesus, you're trashed," mickey breathes, bringing his hands to grip ian's ass. "you're so bad at this."

"excuse me," ian corrects, "i was a professional once."

"you sucked then, too," mickey chuckles.

"oh yeah?" ian lowers himself over mickey's lap, just hovering, grinding against nothing. "think you could do better?"

mickey grabs him by the hips and pushes him up. ian barks out a surprised laugh when he pushes him down on the couch. then, a shiver on his skin as mickey leans down and whispers, "i know i can."

the song changes; mickey chugs the last of his wine and turns back to ian. he crawls into his lap, rolling his shoulders and swirling his hips. he smirks, blushing a little as he runs his hands down ian's chest.

ian can't breathe. mickey's better than him at this.

he grabs at mickey, pulling him down hard and kissing him until they're both writhing and gasping. mickey stumbles off ian's lap and pulls him up, leading him to their bedroom.

ian stops suddenly and mickey jerks in surprise, looks back at him in question. "hold on, hold on," he laughs. "think i got a few bills in my wallet i can throw at you."

ian looks unbelievably uncomfortable as he sips on his drink, watching with wide eyes as tami rants about lip's latest fuck up.

but it's his own fault for crashing mickey's monthly bar night with tami and sandy. the in-laws drinking and complaining about their gallagher counterparts is a hallowed tradition, and ian should have known better than to insist he come along.

he tries to warn ian not to say anything - shaking his head and furrowing his brow when he opens his mouth to interject. but ian either doesn't get it or he ignores him, choosing to come to his brother's defense anyway.

"i'm sure he didn't mean it like - "

"oh fuck off," tami interrupts, waving him off. "face it, ian, your brother's an idiot."

ian doesn't argue with that, but still attempts to slur his way through some advice. "i just know that when stuff like this happens with me and mickey," he starts, but he's again interrupted.

"ugh, you and mickey," sandy groans. mickey flips her off, but she continues on after slamming back a shot of whiskey. "perfect ian and mickey, childhood sweethearts."

ian just shrugs and mickey beams at him.

"stop it," sandy snaps. "you guys are so gross. mickey never shuts up about it. me and ian don't have this kinda problem," she mocks. "we just know each other too well."

ian purses his lips, nodding in consideration. "we do know each other really well," he agrees.

"prove it," sandy demands, gesturing for another beer. "fuckin' - prove it."

"bitch, what are you talking about?" mickey sighs.

"trivia!" tami cheers, "we did this with debbie last week. they bombed it."

"shut up," sandy sighs, turning back to ian and mickey. "first question," she starts, waving a finger in front of them, "who was ian's first crush?"

"jesus," mickey snorts, "that's your first question? easy. fuckin' timberlake."

tami hums, nodding as she probably considers the merits of a mid-2000s timberlake. "okay then. ian?"

a sly grin slides across ian's face and mickey wants to punch him for what he knows he's about to say. "mickey will say seagal," he says, smug as all hell. "but we all know it's me."

"fuck you," mickey mumbles, but doesn't fight it. he looked at guys before ian, noticed them and liked what he saw. but as far as longstanding feelings went, yeah, ian was the first.

sandy mimes gagging into her beer. "you disgust me. okay, moving along. first kiss?"

"that girl in the fifth grade," mickey answers, snapping his fingers as he tries to recall the name. "jessica something?"

ian nods, he can't remember her name either. "i guess that was it."

"and who was mickey's?" sandy asks, even though she already knows. the whole table already knows, and ian looks so fucking smug.

"i hate this game," mickey grumbles, taking a long sip of beer.

"here's a good one," tami says, "debbie failed this one. what's mickey's weirdest fear?"

"clowns," ian answers immediately. "especially their shoes."

"ian's afraid of raccoons," mickey supplies, both of them correct.

sandy slaps her hands over ian and mickey's eyes. "now, eye color?"

"that's a stupid fucking question," mickey argues, "i look at him every fuckin' day."

"you'd be surprised," tami snickers. "sandy failed this one."

"i'd like to see lip do this," sandy snaps back.

"blue," ian says. "like - like one of those blue slushies. so fuckin' blue."

"poetic," sandy mutters. "mick?"

"green. too goddamn green, it's distracting. alien lookin' bitch."

"what's his favorite thing to sing in the shower?" tami asks, leaning forward in interest.

"ian doesn't sing in the shower, but he whistles when he pees," mickey snickers. "in the shower he reenacts arguments he thinks he lost, trying to come up with better comebacks."

ian can't argue with that; he did it earlier today.

"mickey does beastie boys," ian answers. "missy elliot when he thinks i'm not home."

"i hate you both," sandy sighs. "alright, last one - who lasts longer in bed?"

it's a scramble to answer, both of them slamming their hands against the table: "me."

it's been a long week.

ian and mickey are slumped together on the couch, both knocking back glasses of cheap sparkling wine - a housewarming gift from jill that they've only now opened.

mickey scratches ian's back and ian practically purrs in thanks.

"you know who likes this shit?" he asks, and mickey hums in question. "mandy," ian tells him. mickey snorts in amusement.

"of course she does," he says. "mandy always pretended to drink straight whiskey all the time, but i know she loves the pink shit."

"we used to sit on the roof at my house and split a bottle," ian recalls wistfully. "i miss her."

"yeah," mickey sighs, "me, too."

ian sits straight up, face lit up with an idea. "mickey," he breathes, "we have phones."

"we sure do, champ," mickey laughs.

"we can call her!" he cries, reaching for his phone.

"ian, it's one in the morning."

"she'll wanna talk to me," ian insists, already dialing mandy for facetime.

and so she does. mandy lights up when she sees them, toasting them with her own glass of pink wine. they talk for a few minutes, exchanging details about their weeks, their siblings, their jobs.

mandy hangs up when her partner calls to her, in need of a refill.

"who do we call next?" ian asks, clearly having enjoyed himself.

"fucking no one," mickey tells him. who else would he want to talk to?

but ian is already pulling up fiona's contact details. she smiles wide when she sees them, propped up in bed and gazing at their flushed faces.

"having fun?" she asks, giggling when ian nods exaggeratedly.

"he drank a glass and a half of bubbles," mickey tells her by way of explanation.

"you look happy, sweet face," fiona coos, and ian beams at her.

they send her off to bed, and ian's calling lip before mickey can steal his phone away.

"someone better be dying, ian," lip warns.

"lemme talk to freddie," ian demands, peering down at his phone as if looking for his baby nephew. "i gotta say hi to freddie."

"jesus, ian," mickey laughs. "what time did i say it was?"

"exactly," lip agrees sternly. "hang the fuck up and call me tomorrow."

ian pouts when the screen goes dark, but instantly brightens with another idea.

"liam," he breathes when his brother answers, "lemme say hey to freddie."

"nice to see you too, ian," liam sighs. lip's in the background - go the fuck to sleep, ian!

"sorry," liam shrugs, "no can do." he waves at mickey before hanging up.

ian turns to him with wide, pleading eyes. "i miss freddie," he sulks.

"tell you what," mickey offers. "you drink a fat glass of water right now, and we'll bring donuts over there in the morning."

ian sprints to the kitchen for a cup.

their anniversary is quiet this year. ian set it up this time, but mickey had insisted on something simpler - and less expensive.

they sit on the floor, leaning on pillows and surrounded by candles, sipping on whiskey and munching on strawberries.

"you look so good right now," ian murmurs, "all lit up like that."

mickey hums, gaze fixed on his husbands lips, pink and wet with fruit. he reluctantly pulls his eyes away, drinking in the rest of him. "your hair is fuckin' glowing right now," he notes. "love that hair."

his belly is warm with whiskey, with love. another year with this man.

"i love your hair," ian replies easily, quickly. "love smelling it, love pulling on it."

mickey grins, picking up on the game.

"love your freckles," he says, loving the way ian flushes, looking down at his glass. "you got goddamn stars on your skin."

"constellations, you mean?"

"i said what i said," mickey snaps heatlessly. "stars, man."

"i love your tattoos," ian tells him. "i love what they mean to you. love how sexy they are."

"love your big, stupid hands. love when you grab me with 'em."

"i love your ass," ian says seriously, like he's never meant anything more. "mickey, i love your ass."

"and i love yours," mickey agrees. "love your ass, love your dick."

ian sits up fully then, wobbling a little, eyes searching mickey's for a moment.

"i love you," he says. "i love that you love me, i love that you married me."

mickey is stunned for a moment - he thought for sure ian was going to keep going on about his ass. but god, he loves him.

"i love you," mickey echoes. "love that big, bleeding heart you got in there. love how you take care of me."

"i love how good you are, how strong you are. i love how creative you are."

"i love how fuckin' sweet you are. love how much you love."

ian leans over, kisses him. mickey brings his hands to his face, keeping him there.

"i love you," they breathe against each other's lips.

the lists are long, the things they love about each other. but tonight they've got nothing but time.

#alcohol tw #this one was SO FUN thank you #sometimes i feel a little weird about ian drinking but like #he does it on the show and also so do i 🤷🏻‍♀️#moderation folks #in the first one i’m picturing a very specific dive bar that i have also been lost in #had to bring the milk jug thing back #fuckin HATE that #let them reclaim the lap dance!#once again these tags with no context... what am i saying ever #ian trying to facetime fred made me laugh so hard he's such an idiot #once again written on my phone #also while waiting for my MIL to show up #no idea when they're getting here HELP #so excuse any typos and mistakes i am a mess today #shameless #tumblr writing

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The Gala -- JJ Maybank (Part 1 of 2)

Summary - JJ loves to pretend he is someone else, so going to a gala and pretending to get engaged ( for free drinks of course ) is just his speed

Word Count - 1.5k

There will be a part 2 to this :) probably post that in a few hours.

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JJ and I *love* going to parties and pretending to be something else. We had done it since we were kids. It was just a silly thing that we did. It all started when we pretended to be the kids of some rich guy at a country club. We ate like royals that day. Usually, I came up with the ideas, but today JJ had one.

"Alright, so I heard about this massive gala going on in Figure 8, you have to be over 21 to be in there so we have to bring our fake IDs. But I think we should have a lot of fun with this. This also makes it so we can't be ratted out by any kooks because any kook that knows us won't be there." He had a *very* accomplished look on his face.

"Alright deal, I'm gonna borrow one of Sarah's fancy dresses."

"Okay, so here's the background. We are friends with the cousin of the man who is throwing the gala. We can get drunk and dance all night." Before I could reply with my name he had something else to say. "Oh! And we are married." He smiled sweetly, leaning back in the chair he sat in.

"Married huh?" I giggled, lightly kicking his foot from my standing position. He nodded enthusiastically.

"I think we can pass as a married couple right? I mean people already think you're my girl." I could feel a blush creeping onto my cheeks so I swiftly turned around.

"Do they now? I wonder what would give them that idea." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Don't know, maybe it's just our energy." He replied dramatically. I turned back to him with a quirked eyebrow.

"Alright, I'm gonna go pick up that dress then I'll meet you back at your house okay?"

"Okay, then we need to pick you up a wedding ring." He shimmied his shoulders at me. I rolled my eyes playfully at him.

"Okay dork, I'll see you soon." I blew him a kiss.

"I wonder why people think we are dating?" He tapped his chin mockingly. I waved him off and hopped in my car, heading to Sarah's house.

Soon enough I was on her front porch, knocking on the Cameron's door, Rafe answered.

"Hey pretty lady, what are you doin' here?" He asked with a smirk, I was unamused.

"I'm here for Sarah, not you." I pushed the door open further so I could squeeze past him.

"She's in her room." He huffed, shutting the door hard. I trotted up the stairs and came to her door, knocking lightly.

"It's Y/n." I said, the door swinging open immediately.

"Hey! What's up?"

"I wanted to know if you maybe had a fancy dress I could borrow?" I tilted my head with a hopeful smile.

"What for?" She asked, letting me in her room. I plopped onto her bed.

"JJ and I are gonna sneak into this gala tonight and I need a dress for it." I shrugged. "Obviously I don't have one." She gave a mischievous smirk.

"Oh, so you and JJ are going to a gala, huh?" She shimmied her shoulders at me (much like JJ did earlier that day). Sarah knew lots about me, even when I didn't know them myself. She had told me months ago that I surely had a thing for JJ.

And she was right, but that's not the point.

"Yeah, he told me about it today, and you know what else? He wants us to pretend to be a married couple. You have to be 21 to be in there so, I guess it makes sense." I smiled a little at the thought of pretending to be his wife.

*Wife.*

"He's so into you Y/n. It's so glaringly obvious."

"This is just one of our things Sarah. We go and pretend to be people for fun. This one just happens to be a scenario where we are married." I brushed it off, not wanting to accept the reality that he could have the same feelings for me. No matter how much I wanted that to be true.

Never get your hopes up, that's what I was always told.

"Even if that's true I'm not going to assume anything, I'm just gonna go have fun with him. But to *do* that I need a dress." I laughed, making her go to her closet and grabbing a few hangers.

"Fine, let's get started."

After about 45 minutes of trying on dresses, we decided on one.

"This is Flowers of the Sea by Teuta Matoshi Duriqi. Dad got it for me last year but I don't have anywhere to wear it." She shrugged. "And I'm sure it'll have JJ speechless." She smiled, putting her head on my shoulder. I nodded, smoothing down the dress. It was a light teal color, with lots of tulle to cover the bottom of the dress and a layer of it to go over the deep v-neck. Over that were cascading flowers. It was truly the prettiest thing I had ever worn. I pulled my phone out to text JJ.

*Got the dress, time for ring shopping :)*

I sent the message and threw my phone on Sarah's bed. I carefully got out of the dress and put my regular clothes back on. Sarah put the dress back on a hanger for me and handed it to me as I slipped my phone into my back pocket.

"Thank you so much, seriously." I hugged her tightly.

"Anything for the love birds." She smirked. "Text me with updates!" Then I was set to go to JJ's.

I knocked on the porch door and Like swung the door open. He grinned at me, jutting his thumb behind him.

"JJ is in his room." He moved from the doorway and let me in. I took the hallway back to his room, his door being opened. I stood there for a second. He was adjusting the bowtie on his neck (horribly).

"Would you like some help?" I asked, smiling at him in the mirror.

"Yes please! I've been tryin' to get this stupid thing right for 10 minutes." He pouted, coming closer to me. We stood face to face, u kept my eyes on his tie, which he had done *all* wrong. I retied it and turned it straight.

"There you go." I smiled, just inches from his face.

"Thanks, doll-face." He smiled cheekily, looking down at the dress I was holding. "Alright go out it on! I wanna see." He shooed me to the bathroom.

'Okay! Okay!" I laughed, shifting myself in his bathroom. I managed to get it all the way on besides the zipper, which I left the bathroom to get JJ to do it.

"Can you zip this for me?" I asked, walking into his room holding the dress so it didn't fall. He nodded and turned me around, zipping it slowly. I turned back around to face him.

"What do you think?" I smiled, doing a little spin for him. He just stared at me for a moment, smiling. "What?" I judged his shoulder.

"You look beautiful." He said simply. "Sorry, I was practicing looking at you like you we the light of my life, my wife." He joked. I shook my head at him.

"You realize we've put these on and now we have to go into Walmart to look for rings, like this." I gestured down to our fancy clothes.

"Just part of the fun my love." He put his arm out for me to link with him. I put my arm through his and we walked out to my car, giving a short goodbye to Luke.

We ignored the weird looks we got as we entered the store, going straight for the jewelry. It took us no time to pick out a ring, it was a big fake diamond and looked extravagant. I slipped it on my ring finger, showing it to JJ. What do you think Mr? Maybank?"

"Also, I just came up with another very dramatic thing we can do tonight. This is of course if you wanna go all-out attention on us. I think it'll get us some more drinks too." He smirked. I looked at him suspiciously, motioning for him to go on.

"Instead of us being married," See Sarah? He changed his mind, it didn't mean he had feelings for me. "I think I should propose to you at the gala." Oh?

"Propose?" He looked at me hopefully. "Alright, I'm down." He pumped his fist in the air, grabbing an empty ring box and buying our stuff. (It came to a total of 20 dollars

"Let's go get engaged!" He screeched, hopping in the passenger seat. I just laughed, starting my car and taking us to the venue.

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