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walriding · 6 months

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character info sheet.

Name. Miles Luis Upshur Ramírez

Name meaning. Miles -- Latin, soldier. Luis -- Spanish, famous warrior or renowned fighter. Upshur -- English, literally just means 'from the upper shire', but the fun fact significance is that Upshur was the middle name of the famous American journalist Bob Woodward. Ramírez -- Spanish, wise / renowned ruler / counselor

Alias.( ses ). Fun Mount Massive nicknames: the Host, the Apostle, the Witness, Little Pig, buddy, etc. As far as actual aliases, he's used various combinations of his four names on fake IDs before -- i.e. Luis Upshur, Miles Ramírez, etc.

two pictures you like of your character.

The money shot, the big cryptid moment, the only third person view we canonically have of Miles:

2. Probably what I consider to be the definitive Oscar-as-Miles photo, one of the things I saw and was instantly assured of my FC choice. It might sound stupid but Oscar is such an irrevocable part of Miles to me. I can't see him any other way, and having such a strong visual representation of him has always been a huge help in making him feel real for all these years:

three headcanons you never told anyone. Disclaimer that I have probably mentioned all of this at some point but it's been seven years of writing this guy and I fear I'm out of completely new material lol

He's never been much of an exercise buff but Miles used to be into running. He had a set circuit when he lived in DC and tried to keep a consistent schedule even when traveling for work. Never got to marathon level but did a lot of 5 and 10Ks, even a half marathon here and there. But it's not something he does anymore largely because there's... really no point. One of the benefits of being possessed and also kinda dead is you don't need to workout! Yaaaaay! Unfortunately without the endorphins and the satisfaction of exertion, running has lost its luster.

Prior to Mount Massive, Miles had a long-term boyfriend from college until they were in their late 20s. The last couple years of it were a tumultuous on-and-off-again relationship that started to deteriorate after he lost his staff reporter job and had to travel more. Prop 8 meant that same sex marriage was off the table, but they talked about engagement and building a serious life together. If Miles hadn't lost his job he probably would've proposed. But, then, if he hadn't lost his job a lot of things would've been different.

Miles is genuinely obsessed with roadside tourist traps -- giant balls of twine and other objects, weird architecture, fake alien sites, that sort of thing. The kitschier the better. If you're roadtripping with him and he spots a funky sign, he's pulling over.

three things your character likes to do in their free time.

Listen to music -- he's almost always got tunes on in the background but will sit down and really get absorbed in an album when he can.

Read -- mostly current events articles, sometimes a good nonfiction book.

Drive -- loves driving around the middle of nowhere to clear his head, even though it's not quite the same without the Jeep (rip).

three people your character loves.

Not technically a person, but the Walrider. Judge him if you want, but after a decade he's accepted that they're fucked up soulmates that were always meant to be <3. It's been a slowburn enemies to lovers journey, but over time he's adapted and stopped hating it for things that weren't really its fault. He's gone from denial to acceptance to tolerance to feeling genuine affection for the Swarm. Maybe it's too complicated to really define as love, but he can't think of a better word.

@mslangermann in some form in all verses always.

People with conviction. People who stand up for themselves and the things they believe in. People who are thoughtful and who care about something bigger than themselves.

two things your character regrets.

Not being a better son and brother before everything went to shit. His life choices and the prideful stubbornness with which he committed to them drove a wedge between himself and his parents, which trickled down into a strained relationship with his sisters. In hindsight, they were just worried about him and only wanted what was best for him -- but he was too absorbed with his career and trying to piece it back together to see that. He regrets arguing with them so much. He regrets not making the most of the time he had when he didn't know it was running out.

Somewhat verse specific, but he very deeply regrets what happened with @mslangermann's husband Blake after Temple Gate. Murkoff picked him out of the wreckage and brought him to another facility -- Miles found him while trying to dig up whatever he could about the cult. Blake was completely catatonic, and probing around in his mind revealed that there was nothing left of him mentally, either. Rather than leave him to suffer in Murkoff's hands, Miles elected to put him out of his misery. And still hasn't told Lynn. He doesn't regret doing it -- truly, there were no options that would have saved Blake -- but he regrets not being honest with her. He also blames himself a bit for not finding him sooner and possibly preventing tragedy.

three phobias your character has.

the dark

confined spaces

heights

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#long post #it's been a hot minute since i've really done an in depth meme for miles #i miss rambling about him <3 #(ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ) ;;; ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

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exoticalmonde · 8 months

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I've seen one (1) Shenpai video of her playing Baldur's Gate 3, alongside creating a character with @notanegrill for his second play (first play didn't work out so well) and I am already in love with Astarion.

I'm an Astarion enjoyer and damn it not again with the white hair and pointy eared guys who can charm my shoes off in ten or less words. He sees us as food that should not be as attractive but he is a little babo shnookums and he is such a pathetic little thing that I can't help it. He can't say 'CAN I HAVE JUST A LITTLE TASTE' with those tired watery eyes and not expect me to cave in like a caprisun you sucked the air from.

All to the reluctant acceptance of some.

And the support of others.

Can't wait to dream about him.

On the flip side of the 'See mode' tab,

Speaking of dreams we got a real handsome boy this time around and they're so adorable!! I think we named him Asher and he's a Bard, which V didn't expect would matter too much until he realized that being a Wizard was easier to study that alien technology/language while trying to save that other woman. Wow names will be so hard starting from now.

I didn't save any screenshots of his final looks but maybe V will be able to provide eventually. Until then, have some of our conversations during the 2 hour long character creation.

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V: *Reconsidering his Invitation to have me watch his stream and help make a character while I force him to check every class and read their traits so he could learn*

Me: *Waxing about the traits of Elves/Drow/Half-elves being the same which leaves him with aesthetics to work with.*

V: *Checking out the male and female body types of them in silent appreciation.*

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Me: *Having hoped he'd show me the genital options because I saw way too many memes and was curious.*

V: *Doesn't even take their clothes off other than to show female dragonborn have cake*

Me: "Fighter is... Well... The most generic role, I guess, around the Archer/Ranger class"

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V: *Sincerely* "I don't want to be a cutie patootie."

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V: "Imagine, someone made a human fighter in this game."

Me: "That's like asking for bread with salt."

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V: "Mmmm... I don't think I like the Monk class very much."

Me: "Surprising, considering you're such a monk-ey. Ahaha- Haha-" *Noticing V stopped moving the mouse around* "V, no, V, don't hang up! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... don't hang up, please!"

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V: "Are these *points at purple* the shades of a Drow?"

Me: "Generally yeah, I think?" *Surprised I see the 'general' skin shades are also going into normal human skintones*

V: "What if I- OH! NO!"

Me: *Guffawing at snow white princess drow*

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V: *Clicking through every imaginable hairstyle top to bottom* "This is the first game where changing the hairstyle actually makes the character look different."

Me: *Watching Asher go from pig tails to balding head* "Yeah, yeah, it's like it's a different person every time you click on one."

Both of us: *Silently admiring two hair styles, one of which is very ME and the other being very HIS type*

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V: "How about we make the Guardian your style now!?"

Me:

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I don't know if she's meant to have a name but she is so pretty, I think we ended up making her a Wood Elf so we played along with the forest aesthetic.

I love her.

Also this is the Shenpai video. I forgot Im a fan of her content because it's so fun to watch and the reactions are 1 to 1 with what I would have done. Love the content, the creator, actually the bestest experience of actual gameplay.

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#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #asterion #Im such a simp now #Thanks Shenpai #shenpai #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate spoilers #Baldur's Gate character design #goodest friend #friendship banter #Friendship memes #Just jokes in general #dnd #I taught him some stuff I hope #Annoying FMA radio friend #Youtube

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angelgoeslewd · 2 years

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Can you do Wren with a quiet PC who snaps violently at someone for being too annoying? Thank you so much

so i wasn't sure if i had Wren's character down correctly so i LITERALLY went n replayed DoL for this, which is what took forever lmfao BUT I FINALLY FINISHED YESSSS

pls accept this moodboard i made as an apology

idfk what style i wanted for him so i went with farmhand who doubles as a secret agent smuggler

🔮 summary: wren tries to figure out what exactly it is that you want.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, AFAB! reader, slight violence, drinking

Wren doesn't really know what to make of you, at first. Nor do you give him anything to help him figure out the cute little puzzle that's been dropped into his lap, most literally.

All he knows is that his boss was up and swearing about some new farmer that was a pain in his ass one morning, ruining his plans to take that farm boy's land, and he decided to take matters into his own hands and maybe he pay a little visit in order to sort things out, if you catch his drift.

So he put out his cigarette, slapped on his boots and hat, and took off with that new, sleek, black Appaloosa that had spots in the shape of a dog on its hind his boss had... acquired in his last bet on that horse race.

See, Wren likes dogs. They're cute. Obedient. Loyal. Guess that says something about him, huh? But more importantly, he likes training his dogs. It's fun to see all that hard work he put into forming a perfect response pay off, when they do something that seems so natural and so ingrained in them that they weren't doing two months ago.

So when Wren sees you, sweating in the midmorning sun, carrying around the buckets of slop for the pigs, yet still managing to look so put together (and dare he say... cute?) with all the flies buzzing around your head, he instantly sees the potential. You're gonna be his next project.

And while Remy is a perfectly good boss, one to keep happy, Wren has got to look out for his own interests.

So he heads back home, deciding that eventually, you'll probably make your way over here and fall right into his hand- Most. Literally.

The afternoon sun is just setting over the moor when you ride up. The smuggler licks his lips as he watches you from his steel patio table, whiskey and cigarette smoke from his buddies clouding his vision. He peers over his hand of cards, impressed with how well you can handle that Arabian.

They tend to run hot, much like Wren is feeling right now. They need a firm hand and an even firmer mind. There's gotta be something in the press of your stirrups and the pull of your reins in order to get 'em to listen to you, and honestly, Wren didn't expect that from that cute lil orphan he saw struggling to feed the pigs. Color him intrigued. Wondering what those soft, uncallused hands would feel like around his cock, he follows you with his eyes as you dismount, tie up your horse, and walk into the den of the snake he calls Boss.

You come out about half an hour later. Wren keeps pretty good tabs on his environment due to his line of work and if he has a special interest that makes him watch you a little closer than usual, well... who's gonna call him out on that?

That furrowed brow you're wearing probably means Remy didn't get to you, which, kinda excites him. You'll be sticking around for a little longer then? Great.

"Hey, you," He calls out. Tapping his cigarette in the ashtray, he looks back up to find you looking around, then pointing at yourself questioningly. "Yeah, you. Get over here."

You don't immediately listen to him, instead standing there, weighing your options. It pisses him off a little. We'll have to work on that. Won't we?

But you apparently decide he looks trustworthy enough, as trustworthy as anyone hanging around Remy can be, and make your way over to the table of men. They don't spare any glances towards you, instead deciding to direct them to Wren himself. He ignores them and shifts in his seat to face you.

"You look a little stressed," he comments, using this excuse to look you up and down. And what a sight you are. Did Alex give you those boots, or did you buy them yourself? He doubts you have another in your life, seeing as how frequently he sees you making your way up the farm road. They look good on you. They'd look even better off. "Wanna join us for a couple of games?"

The man next to Wren snickers, but it's cut off with a jab to the stomach under the table.

"...?"

"Oh ho ho, quiet one, hm? You know what they say about the quiet ones, don't you, Wren?" The man across from him is being extraordinarily obnoxious tonight. Wren shoots him a warning look, a raised eyebrow that dares him to continue. He. apparently, doesn't value his life and does so, "They say they're-"

He's cut off as quickly as he starts.

Wren doesn't even know what happened for a second. One minute, the man was there, sitting across from him with a cocky smirk, then, he's on the floor, holding his now bleeding nose and a boot next to his face. A boot?

Wren looks back to you at this point and when he does, he practically sees hearts.

You're on one leg. A striped sock on your left foot raised slightly into the air. Arm pitched forward as you haven't had time to retract it after throwing your boot.

"Does it say that if they're wearing steel-toed boots that you should shut the fuck up?" you murmur as you slowly right yourself, careful not to lose your balance, and this time, Wren is able to hear you as everyone else at the table is dead silent. "'Cause if not, I think they got the saying wrong."

Wren is the first to do anything, and when he does, he laughs. He laughs like he hasn't in a while. He doubles over, holding his stomach, much to the shock of his goons, who startle at the noise. No one else says anything in the meantime, just stealing glances at each other quietly.

Fearshockconfusion-

"My, my, you... you're a feisty one, huh?" He says, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Boss!" Exclaims the man that you've basically called a piece of shit, indignantly. Deservingly.

"Shut it. Or else you'll find them taking your spot on this team." Wren hopes he can keep the want out of his eyes when he turns back to you, hopes it doesn't scare you off when he hands you a cigarette (but he supposes if it does, then you're not the one he's been looking for-) and asks you for a game.

You stare at his hand, then back at the man on the floor, and nod. You can handle yourself here.

You end up with both your boots off by the end. And your shirt. While you down another shot of whiskey.

Surprisingly enough to him though, Wren has also lost some clothes, his hat, the red bandana he wears around his neck, and one of his boots. Though he hasn't lost that predatory smirk he keeps shooting you from across the table.

You've moved inside from the last few games, Wren's goons gather around the cottage to watch the game from the sidelines, while you silently bet and raise and fold. But Wren's playing this game for something much more valuable than you realize.

He deals another round.

He loses.

"Well then, that's another boot for me, huh?" He goes to pull it off, but you put your hand up, shaking your head.

"I want something else," You say, and Wren is intrigued. His brow raises, his smirk gets a little longer, he can feel his face warp into an expression a wolf gives the rabbit who asks to play hide and seek, but he can't help it. He's enjoying your hunger for gambling immensely, even more since you can keep up with him.

"Oh? And what would that be, little one?"

"I want you to smash a window in Remy's mansion," You spit out. There's venom in your voice; apparently, that little 'meeting' didn't go too well, huh?

The room is immediately quiets, despite how low you've said it, heads turning towards you in disbelief that you've literally just said that while sitting in the cottage of Remy's second-hand man, practically rubbing elbows with him. They then turn to Wren, watching his amused smile drip off his face like butter in the hot sun.

"Boss," one of them pushes off the wall. "Do want us to throw them out-" He's cut off with a hand from Wren, slowly retreating back to his place.

Wren drops his hand, looking down at the cards laying on the table for a second before he sighs and sits back in his chair, raising his eyes to meet yours, holding the gaze. "Do you know what you're asking of me? Do you know how much Remy pays? How much it would cost for you-"

"I'm not going to pay."

"Excuse me—”

"Not in cash."

A laugh. "And what could you have that I possibly want? That would be enough to potentially cost me my meal ticket, my men's pay, all this niceness right here?"

You bit your lip. Slowly, you rise from your seat and hook your fingers in the waistband of your bottoms.

"Me."

Wren's eyebrows shoot up. He is suddenly very, very hungry.

You drop your bottoms.

He licks his lips.

You're everywhere.

Wren's obsessed with it.

Your mouth on his fingers, drooling all over them, on his thighs, grinding yourself against them, in his lap as Wren thrusts up into you, grabbing onto the table in front of you to try and keep him from bucking you into the air like a stallion. Moans pour from your lips as his other hand, rough, callused, dirty with dirt and sweat and god knows what else, snakes around to your front and nudge open your knees, skin catching skin as he runs his hands up your thighs to your slit, finding your clit between your folds.

He still doesn't know what to make of you, more do than talk, how you got him to the point of needing to watch his cock in and out of you, how you were able to play him as well as you play blackjack... it's like you were crafted for him, made to fit in his hands and react exactly how he wanted you too.

"Knew you'd be a good rider," he pants, not giving you a second to recover before he's dropping both his hands to lift you from behind your thighs... and my god, are you soft there. He can feel the muscle of your leg, trained and firm; it's no wonder how you could control that horse. With legs like that, you could break the will of even the strongest of animals.

He needs to feel it around his cock. Now.

You slide down his front, letting his cock slide out of you, and bending at the waist to lean over onto the table, like you've been waiting for him to let you down so you could taunt him with your pretty ass, pussy pushed together by the swell of your thighs.

He can't stop touching you, fingers caressing the back of your knee all up your thighs to trace the outline of your pussy. Then it's in your hair, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you up, so he can lick your ear with his deep, raspy voice.

"Darlin', you're making it real hard not to take a picture of your adorable little pussy and keep it framed," he whispers, letting his fingers push into your for emphasis. You shake your head as much as you can, trying to ease the pressure on your scalp by grabbing his hand to alleviate some of your weight. He sees red. "You not gonna answer me? You can moan on my cock, like a whore, but you won't beg for me not to flaunt the most gorgeous piece of ass I've ever had the pleasure to ruin?"

"Not dignified enough for me to answer," you hiss back.

No one, not even his dick of a boss, pisses him off quite as much as you do. He doesn't know what it is about you, something makes him want to grab the riding crop Remy uses on the difficult ones so he can train you properly. He loves the challenge.

"Be that way then." He slams you back down onto the card table, forcing your legs open and shoving his cock between your thighs. You clench them together, the warm pressure making Wren sigh in pleasure. You let him use your body, let the thrusts push you back and forth, as Wren fucks your thighs, keeping his hand in your hair the whole time. You are drunk on the feeling of his cock rubbing against your pussy, if you tilt your hips justttt so, you can feel it rub against your clit, sparks flying up your spine, pushing you further and further into the haze of sex and alcohol you've wandered into.

"You gonna be a doll and let me cum on your thighs? Or am I going to have to ask for that nicely too?” He mocks.

"As long as you feed it to me after." Wren laughs.

"You got yourself a deal. Easiest-" He pushes against you violently. "-One-" Another jerk of his cock. "-I've ever-" Another. "-Made." And you feel the heat of cum on your pussy, slick and sticky and wet, dripping down to your thighs.

Looking down, you can see the trail run, a copious amount still pooled. You look back, to Wren, who has a smirk on his face, like the cat that's caught the canary.

"You gonna say thank you? Or am I gonna have to fuck that out of you too?"

#dol #degrees of lewdity #wren the smuggler #angelic songs #did i fucking do a shit ton of research on horses for this?#yes #yes i did #.SMS SENT #🍩 of dol

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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Watch "The Dodge Neon SRT-4 Was a Cheap, Fast 2000s Icon" on YouTube

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This guy is gross and he's a pig and her father and mother do stuff to him because he's having to do stuff he's driving along and heard about the election funding and the money and how he's wrong and how Mike too is not rich and he's doing in a colorful way so he started jerking off and I found out my father and mother asked him to sort of know is it excited but you can't get away with it so he's doing it in the car and it's not really his and he may have got it all over the place but this is the car we're going to use. And it's considered to be a mythical being because he was made from scratch and sleepy hollow and she was too. With no head. And this car right here has over 200 horsepower about 220 is very fast and it's too fast for what it's designed like when you use the kit it works great and we recommend high performance suspension but without it with the tires it works and it's because of the shape of the hole then it doesn't handle well but with high performance suspension and brakes it's just the distance it works much better and I want to start with this vehicle and I'm going to start making the kit and I have a partner to work with and a factory and we're going to start up now so he wants to know what we need to do with and things like that and how to get it going and I'm talking to them now about it so I'm going to put it in the package to get it approved and there's a way to say it I want to start a date of the factory and I want Olympus to ratify the schedule then went to them to approve the schedule and accept it and I'm requesting certain personnel and those who want to do this duty and you're all over it and you want to get it going and we have a partner they have a factory and we're going to open it today pending approval so I'm going to go to bat for it and you want Frank Castle hardcastle Duke nukem Blockbuster go to go with me and Hera and I understand that with her character and I understand that too and I've got my boys some of our girls know it's a lot of our girls and our wives and they don't want the car but it's going to be the Bradley GT2 because of the size of it it's a class C2 which is above the C1 and it's nice because it looks like you're bigger because you fit in it if you're smaller a 5'2 person looks normal in it and it is a supercar wouldn't make no doubt about it with this engine and our kit we do recommend suspension and tires and rims that are high performance 0 to 60 and 3.3 seconds quarter mile in 7 seconds or less top speed of 450 mph and if you tweak the motor it's over 500 if you get the bigger motor which they did sell with it which was ridiculous it has 250 horsepower the top speed is 570 mph with this particular model vehicle and chassis and that new motor that they made the original motor is fast enough when you tweak it it'll go 500 yes we said so we're going to start making these and putting them out there and I am very excited

Savage

I'm excited too and we're going to get to it and we're going to do the work and these things really kick butt I really have not seen anything that is this fast in my life come from a regular car they're super fast the top speed of the biggest motor that comes with is like 800 miles an hour and our holes are sturdy and don't need to be reinforced and they're light I might go faster than this and people will see that they do but we're going to say that they do the speed

Oppress

We are ready to publish this

Olympus

My father and mother told me congratulations and doing ethereal handshake and I thank them

Savage opress

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babeyvenus · 3 years

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The Wolf Among Us

Bigby x OC

Summary: Sonya Blaze, A.K.A. Hell Rider, is a half fable, half mundy girl who comes to Fabletown to learn more about her side of the folktales. She works alongside Sheriff Bigby Wolf as his newest partner and together they strive to find out who's behind the unexpected murders in Fabletown.

TW: Mentions of death, gore/blood, alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex implications, suicide, guns and ofc language.

A/N: just a little filler for now.

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Chapter 19: Off Day

As they arrived, Bigby looked around, taking in the new sights. He hadn't been on this side of New York, considering he never bothered to interact with the mundane side of the city.

Sonya parked and took off her helmet, sighing as she looked up at her previous home. "Home sweet home...", she muttered as Bigby got off and dug into his pocket. "You need some time with that?", she asked teasingly.

He gave her an unamused look and lit his Huff n' Puff. He took a long drag, enough for big puffs of smoke to exit his nose before he drops the cigarette and smushes it under his foot. "Let's go.", Sonya says and leads him up to the house.

She pulled out the keys and opened the door, looking around to see a living room and smiled widely. "Pico!" She grins at the sight of a light orange fluff whose head pops up in attention.

Bigby looked over her shoulder to see a Shiba inu running toward her. Sonya kneels down and picks the excited dog up, whining and barking happily.

She set her bag on the couch and sat on the floor with the dog, Bigby followed behind and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room. "You can sit down, y'know...", she says, making him scratch his head and sit down next to her on the couch.

Pico looks over at Bigby and growls lowly. Bigby frowns. "Easy, boy.", Sonya warns. Bigby snapped his attention to her. "I hope you're not talking to me."

Sonya chuckles and shakes her head as she pets Pico. He looks up to hear something walking downstairs and runs over to the sound.

They looked up to see a shorter woman who sleepily walked down the stairs and looked at them in surprise. She looked like Sonya, or rather a slightly older version of her. Her skin was a bit darker than Sonya's, her eyes almost a dark honey color. They seemed to light up when they caught onto Sonya's smile.

"Hi, ma.", Sonya greets, getting up. The older woman rushed to her daughter, bringing her in a tight hug. Sonya hugs her back, swaying back and forth before her mom cups her face to examine her. "Where have you been? You're a mess!"

She glanced at Bigby. "Who's he?" Sonya looked at Bigby with a smile before looking back at her mom. "Mama, you remember the place Dad kept talking about?", she asked. Her mom nodded. "Well, this is Bigby Wolf. He's practically the protector of Fabletown. and he's my... boss."

Bigby stood to shake her hand. "It's nice to meet you." Her mom smiled. "You too, I'm Theresa. I hope she hasn't been giving you any trouble."

He rubbed behind his neck. "It's actually the opposite…" Sonya rolled her eyes. "We've been through a lot."

Theresa frowns at her. "Is that why you couldn't update me on anything?" Sonya nods. She glances at Bigby, "Can I tell her?" Bigby thought for a moment before sighing. "I don't see why not. She already knows about us."

"You can tell me after we do something with this head of yours. I can't believe you let it get this bad!", Theresa complained, giving Sonya's arm a slap. Sonya frowns. "I haven't exactly had time to groom myself, Ma."

Bigby waited as Sonya was pulled away to get her hair washed. He looked at the dog who stared back at him. Be rolled his eyes but raised an eyebrow as the dog walked over to him and sat by his feet.

Bigby looked to his left to see a photo set on top of a lamp table beside the couch. He examined it to see a younger version of Sonya, Theresa and a man and a baby he didn't know. He assumed the man had to be her dad. "She looks so happy...", he muttered.

His attention snapped to his right as he saw Sonya walk out of the kitchen with a towel draped over head. She pulled the towel off to reveal her shorter, wet, coiled hair, some curls stuck to her face, some dripped onto the towel.

She gave him a sleepy look as he looked back at her in curiosity. "Did you cut it?", he asked. She looked at him with confused eyes and shook her head. "Of course not. Water just makes my hair shorter.", she says, picking Pico up and sat down by Bigby's feet. She pulled Pico into her lap and rubbed his back and his head.

Theresa comes into the living room with a small container of grease and a blow-dryer. Sonya glanced at Bigby. "If you can't take the noise, you might wanna cover your ears."

Theresa looks at him. "You have sensitive ears?", she asked. "You could say that.", he replies. "You still haven't caught onto what fable he is, Ma?", Sonya asks.

Theresa thought about it for a moment, and shook her head. "I'm not sure." Sonya chuckles. "It's in his name."

Theresa looks at Bigby for a moment before her eyes widen in realization. "You're the big bad wolf??"

He nodded, rubbing behind his neck again. "I wouldn't have thought so. I thought you would've looked a little more... hairy.", she says. "And maybe a little meaner."

He smiled awkwardly. "Yeah...I'm trying my best not to be as monstrous as I was before."

"They made him sheriff but still treat him like trash.", Sonya deadpans. Theresa frowns, while she starts to apply the grease to her daughter's head. "Sometimes people don't wanna see the change in someone because they're so stuck in the past. The best thing you can do is move on.", Theresa says.

Sonya nods in agreement. "I gave up trying to be everyone's friend. Realized not everyone deserved my kindness and just stuck with whoever accepted me for who I was rather than someone I wasn't."

Bigby took in their words and frowned a bit. He hated that they were right. He did care about what other fables thought of him, simply because he was trying to change.

It didn't help much that they kept bringing up his past in the Homelands. It wasn't fair. But he supposed he didn't deserve a better life like everyone else. No one else went around eating pigs and grandmas.

Sonya noticed his silence and tapped his foot in reassurance. RIght after, Theresa started blowing out Sonya’s hair, the sound making Pico rush up and run to his bed and Bigby wince a bit before he started to get used to it.

Moments later, Sonya started to fall asleep and Bigby took note of that. He didn’t understand how she could fall asleep with something so loud in her ears. “I don’t know what you guys went through, but y’all must’ve been working hard.”, Theresa says.

“We did solve two murders…”, he says, making her turn to him in shock. “What happened?”, she asked. He explained what happened, gently informing her about her daughter being targeted as she silently listened and did her daughter’s hair.

“She protected me… a lot more than I can say anyone has done… She’s got guts.”, he says. Theresa finally finishes, now aware of Sonya’s soft snores. “She gets her impulsiveness from her daddy. I think that’s why she got her powers. She just accepted without thinking. Expected me to just be okay with that.”

Bigby glanced at Sonya’s sleeping state. “When she rushed in to save me...she told me she panicked. She didn’t have to, but she did. I’m grateful.”

Theresa gave him a smile. “She does that a lot. Always has to play the hero. I kinda expected that out of her brother but I think he admires her for that. He didn’t get to know his dad very much… so she stepped in.”

‘That’s why she said that about T.J….’, he thought. “I think she did a good job.”, he says. Theresa appreciated him. “Me too. She took on the role all by herself. She knew nothing about being a boy, but helped him whenever I couldn’t. Sometimes I hated it and I felt helpless that she seemed so independent at such a young age.”, she frowned softly. “It hurt. Made me feel like I wasn’t doing a good job as a mother. But she always reminded me that it wasn’t my fault.”

“She does her best at everything. She can be lazy but if its something really important, especially as important as what y’all went through, she won’t stop. She’ll overwork herself until she passes out.”, she says, looking at him. He nods. “I kept telling her she could take a break. She only took a nap when we were almost close to finishing up, we just got some food last night too.”, he confessed.

Theresa sighed. “I hate that she does that. She’s gonna die quicker if she doesn’t take better care of herself.”, she says, fluffing Sonya's hair. She smiles. “She hasn't been taking care of her hair, but it got longer…”, she mutters.

She frowns again. “She’s probably gonna be out for a while.”, she turns to him. “If you can get her up to her room, that’d be helpful. I’ll cook y’all some food while y’all are here.”, she smiles. “I haven’t had to cook that much in a while.”

He nods as Theresa gets up to go wash her hands and starts on food.

Bigby leans down a bit to gently shake Sonya awake. She mumbles, frowning in her sleep and relaxes her face. He shakes her again, getting no response. He sighs and picks her up, with Pico following behind him as he carries her up the stairs and is met with a divided hallway.

There was one room on the left of the hallway that had easy access to the stairs, and another door to the farther part of the hallway.

He went to the right side of the hallway and noticed a hanging nametag on a door that had Sonya's name and he walked up to it.

He entered the room, his nose being hit with her potent scent. He was almost sure if she went missing, he could find her.

He looked around her room to see a XL twin bed covered in black and gray sheets. She had a purple rug under her bed that seemed untouched and fluffed. An empty desk with just a monitor on top and a black desk chair, and a purple dresser that blocked her window and seemed to be a bit dusty.

He saw a full body mirror that had small polaroids taped onto it, and his curiosity spiked. He looked around at some posters she had on the walls, snorting at some of them before he gently laid her down. Pico struggles to get into her bed before he finally does and snuggles up to her.

Bigby smiled a bit and continued to look around her room and sits down in the chair. He squeaked a bit from under his weight as he leaned back a bit. It was a lot more comfortable than his rustic, ratty chair back in his office. He almost considered taking it.

He closed his eyes for a moment before sighing and getting up to leave her room. He walked back down the stairs and into the kitchen where he smelled seasoned meat. He looked over at Theresa as she smiles at him. "She still asleep?"

He nodded. "Is it okay if I step out for a bit?" She nodded, saving her hand in his dismissal. He left the kitchen and left the house to pull out a Huff 'n Puff, lighting it immediately. He took a long drag of the cigarette, sighing out softly and letting out a large puff of smoke.

As he leaned against a lamp post, he almost contemplated his own mother. Theresa seemed so kind, it almost made him wary of her regardless of her knowing about fables. But her daughter's a half fable and the way she talks about her and treated him more like a person rather than a monster…

He considered letting his guard down, just a bit. He finished the cigarette, stomping it out before he walked back inside. The smell of the previous meat entered his nose dully. It smelled good, though.

He walked back into the kitchen, peeking his head around the corner and saw Theresa loading barbeque brisket into a bun. His stomach rumbled loudly, making Theresa jump a bit as she turned to him, placing a hand on her chest as she laughed.

"You scared the shit out of me.", she says, gathering her composure. "Was that your stomach?"

He nodded, scratching behind his head in slight embarrassment. "Well, luckily for you, the food's finished.", she says, smiling.

She handed him a plate and had him sit down at a table. He softly blew onto the food before taking a bite. When he took the first bite, he nearly gulped the rest, making Theresa grin. "Glad to know it was good.", she says.

She took his plate before handing him another one and smiled at Sonya walking into the kitchen, yawning. "That was quick.", Theresa says.

Sonya grumbles. "Pico wouldn't stop kicking me." She saw Bigby eating and smiled. "Finally got you some food, huh?"

She walked over to get herself some food and hummed in delight once she took a bite. After they'd finished eating, they talked for a while until noon arrived.

Sonya and Bigby stood up. "We gotta go before the princess bites our heads off for being gone too long.", Sonya says, rolling her eyes and giving her mom a hug. "Try to keep in touch, please.", Theresa says. Sonya nods and leads Bigby to the door. Sonya exits just in time to see school buses dropping off kids.

Bigby starts to follow her but is stopped by Theresa. "Please look after her.", she asks. Bigby gives her a reassuring nod before leaving. He closed the door and looked to see Sonya hugging a boy about the same height as her.

He walked over to them, catching the boy's attention. The boy frowns a bit. "Who's he?" Bigby almost snorted in amusement at his attempt at being intimidating.

Sonya turns to Bigby, “This is my brother, Eric. Eric, this is Bigby, my boss.” Eric looks Bigby up and down. “He better be.” Bigby raises an eyebrow with a soft chuckle. Sonya gives Eric’s arm a slap. “Cut it out.”

Sonya sighs, looking at Bigby. “Let’s go.” He nods, following her to her bike. She starts it up and looks at her little brother. “Stay out of trouble.”, she says, making him nod before she rides off with Bigby.

The Woodlands

She parks outside the gate, letting him off. He looks at her in confusion. “You’re not coming?” She shook her head. “Nope.” He crosses his arms. “Why not?”, he asks. “Ask your Deputy Mayor.”, she says, bluntly before driving off, leaving him in confusion.

“What does Snow have to do with…”, he muttered before walking into the apartments and made his way to the Business office, seeing the previous line had been gone. He walked into the Business Office and walked up to Snow.

“Mr. Wolf, what’s wrong?”, Snow asked. “Sonya’s not coming into work. I’d say that’d be fine, considering the circumstance, but somehow you have something to do with why she isn’t coming into work.”, Bigby says, making her pause. He raised an eyebrow. “Why is that?”, he asked.

She smoothed her hair, taking a curled strand of hair behind her hair. “Well, the case is done. I told her she can take some time off until there’s a new case.” Bigby’s eyes narrowed a bit before he nodded. “I guess that’ll be for a while… I suppose that’s fine.”, he says, and shakes his head at Bufkin drinking a tall bottle of wine.

“Do you ever get tired of drinking a whole bottle?”, Bigby asks. Bufkin drunkardly smiles. “Nope!” Bigby sighs a huff through his nose before walking to the mirror. “Hey, mirror.”

The green face appears, looking at the man stoically. “Hello, Bigby.” Bigby scratches at his stubble. “I gotta know where Sonya’s going. Can you show me her?”

The Mirror hums. “You know our rule.” Bigby rolls his eyes. “We ate, talked and parted ways, now can you, please, show me Sonya Blaze?”, he rhymed.

The mirror shows Sonya entering an electronic store he’s never seen. Bigby frowns, looking closely at the store name. “Best buy…?”, he mutters. “Where’s this at?”

The mirror hums, coming back. “5th avenue.” Bigby sighs. “Okay.”, he says and walks away. He walked out of the Business Office to walk into his own, and closed the door. He walked over to his desk, plopping down in his chair and grumbles at the paperwork that waited for his return.

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shall-we-imagine · 5 years

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A dare is a dare! (Yukiya ReizenxReader AU)

Requested: 33. "I'm not weird. I am limited edition." + 34. "I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned." From this prompt list.

I'm so so sorry I know you've requested this ages ago and I took forever to write it so thank you for waiting. ❤ I've been in a horrible slump lately too :/ so consider this like a warm up and hopefully I'll write something cooler soon!

Genre: Fluff + humor

(Second person point of view)

"Your turn, Scarlett! Truth or Dare?" Amelia giggles.

"Dare!" Scarlett beams proudly.

"I dare you to order us some pizza; I am honestly very hungry." Amelia, the host of the sleepover, complains.

"That's your fault." You state, Scarlett nodding in agreement.

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shoves her phone in Scarlett's face.

The blond shakes her head, but starts dialling the number anyway. "Shouldn't we order some for Yukiya too?" She wonders. Yukiya is Amelia's twin brother, and he's the only family member of Amelia's that's currently present at home; her parents are on an overnight trip of some sorts: you didn't ask for the details.

"Yeah, shouldn't we?" You turn to Amelia. Yukiya, in spite of being awfully attractive, is very shy and quiet, so you barely ever got the chance to utter more than a few words to him, if you even got to see him that is. Whenever you visited your bestfriend's house, he seemed to always keep himself locked up in that room of his. You sort of wished he didn't though, perhaps because of your undeniable crush on the blue-haired boy, just a guess though.

"Nah, he can eat leftovers if there's any." Indifferent, Amelia shrugs.

"You're so mean! I'll order one for him." Scarlett states. "Wait, what should I order for him?"

"Oh, good question!" Amelia perks up. Uh oh, that's never a good sign. "I wonder what Yukiya's favourite pizza is...(Y/N), you go ask him!" She smirks. You'd never really confessed to either of your bestfriends about the little thing you have for Yukiya, but you've always suspected they'd caught on, probably from the 'subtle' glances you'd give him whenever you get a chance to see him.

"Why me?!" Your cheeks heat up.

"It's your penalty for not doing the last dare you got." The two idiots nod eagerly, as if Scarlett's reason was very plausible.

"But this isn't fair! You turned my dare into a truth! Daring me to answer truthfully to your question isn't-"

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shouts, cutting my complaints off.

"What are you scared of?" Scarlett inches closer to me smugly.

"Nothing!" I lie. "I'm gonna go ask him; I don't have a problem with that!" I lie again. Oh god, he's gonna see straight through me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his and just know I like him.

"Do I hear wedding bells?" Amelia sighs dreamily, as I was about to exit the room.

"Stop being weird! I'm only trying to get this over with; you're not the only hungry one here, you know!"

She scrambles off the fluffy, pink rug and rushes to her dresser, quickly and sloppily putting on her sunglasses. She crosses her arms, striking a 'cool" pose, "I'm not weird. I am limited edition."

After a few seconds of Scarlett and I staring in bewilderment, the former finally nods, "Yeah, that's definitely weird."

"You're both mean!" Amelia tears off her sunglasses and places them back on the dresser before taking her place back on the rug.

You shake your head in disbelief but do not say anything, leaving Scarlett to deal with that dork. Serves her right for selling you out anyway; you chuckle to yourself.

You tentatively walk to the end of the dimly lit hallway, purposely stretching out the time it takes to reach there by slowing down your steps.

Unfortunately but inevitably, you reach your destination. Heart pounding violently in your chest, you lift your fist up to knock on his door, but retract it to rehearse your lines a few more times.

After gaining the slightest bit of confidence you won't stutter the second he opens that door, you raise your fist again, but before your knuckles could collide with the wooden door, it flings open, revealing Yukiya in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widen. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I-uhm, you know.." What are words? Cuz 'damn, you look good!' surely wasn't the correct thing I needed to say. "I- what pizza do you like?!" You blurt out, making it sound almost like a threat- like you were mugging him of his pizza preference.

Confusion spreads across his features, "Um, I like margherita? Why?"

"We're ordering pizza for you- I mean for us- I mean for all of us...including you." Yeah, go ahead, make a fool out of yourself; that's exactly what you planned to do!

He laughs. Oh god that beautiful laugh; you'd never seen him laugh before, but now he was laughing because of you. "Thanks." He smiles. Now, you might actually be hearing those wedding bells Amelia was talking about....

Speak of the devil. Amelia's door flings open, revealing the girls. "You're taking too lo- ooohhh, look at that!" The smug expressions they both wore were enough to drown you in humiliation and embarrassment.

"We already ordered the pizzas!" Scarlett exclaims and shuts the door, leaving you and Yukiya alone in the quiet hallway.

"What?! Hey! Wait, then why did you make me-" You shout but give up halfway through, knowing you'll recieve no answer anyway.

"Amelia already knows I only eat margheritas." Yukiya says quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I figured as much." You sigh, accepting defeat.

After a few moments of awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say, Yukiya breaks the silence with a gentle tone, "Well, do you wanna get a drink as we wait for the pizza?"

"Of course." You smile, and then smile even more upon viewing the way his face lit up at your agreement. Maybe you do have a chance.

You head to the kitchen, Yukiya leading the way even though you know this house about as much as he does, considering it's practically your second home. Amelia always invites you over, especially because her parents are barely ever home.

You take a seat at the dining table in their kitchen and watch as Yukiya rummages through their fridge. "Is chocolate milk okay?" He innocently holds up two small cartons of chocolate milk- the type kindergarteners would fall head over heels for.

You giggle, "Yeah, chocolate milk is perfect."

"Why are you laughing?" He sits opposite to you and hands you your carton.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just- it's cute; you're cute." The words come out before you get the chance to think them through. God, can the ground just swallow you whole right now?

A slight blush takes over Yukiya's normally pale skin, "Thanks. You're cute too." He mumbles.

Your heart did literal backflips. Well, maybe not literal, but it felt quite literal. "Thanks." You breathe out, fumbling with the chocolate milk carton in your hand before finally sticking the straw in and taking a sip of your drink.

For a while that's what both of you did, just quietly sip your chocolate milk, no words spoken. You wanted to say something; you needed to say something. It felt like a chance you had to take; you could finally catch the attention of your crush, but you're quietly drinking chocolate milk!

You open your mouth to speak, but the doorbell interrupts you.

"That must be the pizza." Yukiya gets up, dumping his empty carton in the trashcan before rushing to the front door. Dammit. Your time with him is over; did you really need to waste your time being so uncomfortable and awkward? Jeez.

Scolding yourself all the way towards the door, you almost lose hope of ever getting such a good chance to talk to him like that. But you see Yukiya holding up about seven boxes of pizza, looking like a frightened, confused puppy.

"Oh! (Y/N)! Could you help me? Just pull out the hundred in my pocket, please." He pleads.

"Sure." You rush towards him, quickly sticking your hand in his sweat pants' pocket, eager to release him of the struggle he's in. However, your rashness results in your hand brushing against something you didn't quite need to touch. Not at this stage of your relationship at least.

Your eyes meet his equally panicked ones. "I- um..I meant my jacket's pocket.." His cheeks turn bright pink to match yours.

You turn your head to look behind you- a coat rack with a single jacket hung on it. Yukiya's.

You could feel embarrassment radiating from both of you; you quickly pull your hand out of his empty pocket and clear your throat. "Sorry."

"Can y'all get it over with? I still have work to do." The delivery boy huffs, following it up with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You quickly pull the money out of Yukiya's pocket and make the payment while Yukiya waits with his tower of pizza boxes.

After you shut the door, the awkwardness seemed to suffocate you both. God, it was going so well; why did that need to happen?!

"I didn't mean to touch your-"

"I know. It's okay; I should've made myself clear." He gives you a reassuring smile, but you could still see how red his face is. Maybe it was just him getting tired of the pizza boxes though, you tried to lie to yourself.

"Uh, here, let me help you." You grab some of the boxes. "They're such pigs; I don't know how they eat all that." You joke.

"And Amelia was supposed to be on a diet too." He adds, laughing.

You join him, "So was Scarlett!"

After that, the incident was completely forgotten and you were able to actually enjoy your time with Yukiya and the girls without thinking of how you touched your crush's penis minutes ago.

"Yukiya, truth or dare?" Scarlett asks before taking a huge bite of her slice.

"Truth."

"Booorriiinng!" Amelia boos.

"Shut up; I have a juicy one!" Scarlett shoves her palm in Amelia's face.

For some reason, that made you nervous.

And judging by the way Yukiya glanced at you for reassurance, it made him nervous too.

"Okay, Yukiya, do you like anyone?" She smirks and looks at me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not." She shrugs. "So? Yukiya?"

He stays silent for a few seconds but replies in a calm tone, "Yes."

The two girls squeal, scream, and jump around, but you could only sit there, your heart rate faster than the speed of sound. Your eyes meet his; now, if you were reading his invisible signals correctly, he was telling you it's you, but you could be imagining that, so no need to do anything stupid. Not again.

"Who is it?!" Scarlett practically jumpscares the poor guy.

"You already asked your one question. These are the rules, aren't they?" He smiles.

"Ugh, Yukiya, come on, don't ruin it!" Amelia groans.

"Cut it out! You can't force him to do whatever you want." You defend, earning a thankful smile from him.

"Yeah." He nods, to which the two girls slump down in annoyance. "(Y/N), your turn. Truth or dare?" Were your eyes playing tricks on you or did he just smirk at you? Oh god, he's too hot for existence.

"Dare." You gulp, hoping he's as nice as he seems.

He frowns.

"What's wrong?" Your eyebrows furrow in concern.

He chuckles sheepishly, "I didn't think of a dare."

"I did!" Scarlett volunteers. "Can I pick her dare?"

Before you could say No, absolutely not! Definitely not in a hundred years!, Yukiya had already agreed. Well, shit. Nothing good was about to come out of that little devil's lips.

"(Y/N), 7 minutes in heaven with Yukiya, that's your dare." She grins like she just won some sort of battle.

"That's a different game! Stop twisting the rules as you please!" I complain.

"A dare is a-"

"Oh my god, Amelia, if you say that one more time, I might punch you."

"Someone needs a hug." Amelia pouts sarcastically.

You sigh. If this was a cartoon, steam would be rushing out your ears by now.

"It's okay; we just need to stay in a closet for seven minutes, right?" Yukiya's hazel eyes bore into yours, delaying your response for a few seconds.

"Um, uh, yeah."

"No problem then." He grabs you by your wrist gently and leads you to Amelia's closet, both of you choosing to ignore the wolf whistles coming from the two girls on the floor.

"Okay, this is too cramped." You breathe out after the closet door was shut.

"Tell me about it." Yukiya lets out a light laugh.

"On the bright side, we get to escape their teasing for seven whole minutes." I propose.

"True." He agrees.

Silence consumes the small space after that.

It was fairly hot outside the closet, so inside it was just hell, basically. Plus, you weren't a fan of not being able to see anything. You were also scared of moving at all because you really didn't need any more accidents.

"Yukiya?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you actually like someone?"

He remains silent for longer than you would've liked but eventually gave a response.

"Yes."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

Curiosity was getting the best of you. "Can I get a hint?"

"Technically speaking, you can, but that doesn't mean you will."

It was extremely unusual for Yukiya to tease someone, from what you knew at least, so that made you feel special in some way.

"Pretty please?"

"I don't know. What would I get in return?"

You paused for a few seconds. Then did something extremely brave. A side effect of the darkness, or maybe the heat had melted your brain to a puddle.

You blindly reach out for him and work your way up to his neck. You stand on the tip of your toes and pull him closer to you, praying your lips collide with his and not have some awkward interaction where you kiss his chin or something. Then, you'd have to move to Ireland and hide your real identity for the rest of your life.

By some miracle, it happened. Your lips and his moved against each other with ease. His lips were slightly swollen due to his habit of biting on his lip when nervous, but they were soft nevertheless. Easily, what you'd planned to be a quick peck had turned into a passionate kiss.

You pull away, slightly panting. "Does that work?" You tease.

"Better than anything I'd dreamed of." He rests his forehead on yours. "I guess I turned out liking you a lot more than I'd originally planned."

The door to the closet flings open, leaving you feeling vulnerable and humiliated for some reason.

"Are we interrupting something?" Scarlett wiggles her eyebrows at the two of you.

"Ewww, I can't believe you just kissed my brother." Amelia whines, earning a smack from Scarlett.

"We planned that, you scatterbrain."

"I know, but still."

"I hate you both." You step out of the closet.

"Why? We got you a boyfriend." Amelia stares.

Your cheeks heat up. "Just shut up, will you?"

"Honestly, if anything, we should hate you; where are our boyfriends, (Y/N)?" Scarlett complains.

"That's not my fault!"

"You're saying there's something wrong with us?!" Amelia fake gasps.

You face palm and turn to Yukiya, who just gave you a sympathetic smile. "Yukiya, you have more of that chocolate milk?"

"Lots and lots of it." He laughs.

"Off we go then." You link your arm with his, turning him towards the door.

"You traitor!" Your bestfriends call out after you.

Well, it's their fault for 'getting you a boyfriend' after all.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Well imortant Joe looks a little different it's more like stan it might not be

Zues Hera

You know who that character is at least we think we do I have the thing in my house and I was in the movie

Stan

Oh gross you pig and yeah I think we get an idea what happens to you Trump it's happening now that's why we don't care what your pee and stuff people go after you

Sherry

Right now is you doing at the laser bases Trump and you lost about $20,000 octillion at each and it's still doing it like some sort of imbecile you want to start gathering artifacts. There's $10 on your head from every single person in Charlotte county they collected it last night that's about 100 billion dollars or something. And they're paying out too. And right now you have 20,000 more activated each base. And our son says that's pretty much it for you it's almost a million enough to you and we say that's probably going to be it it will those numbers are huge it's mostly your clan.

Thor Freya

I sort of get something that's a lot but I have a plan to use just a few people and I swear I took Dave's program

Trump

We know what happens and you didn't get in it so don't you shut up you retard but it looks like you're willing to sacrifice yourself so we'll accept that

Mac Daddy

I swear to get something I might be running your plan but it doesn't seem it or mine and it doesn't seem it. And some some sort of nuisance yep. But the rest of our people understand what it is and apparently I don't know what I'm doing and I'm doing it.

Trump

I'm yelling at the crowd even I understand it what's wrong with you. The money is a curse but that's okay you're supposed to move it around it looks like you do probably not on purpose that's the funny part but if you get some money and use the money the way he wants to in Boston that's what it looks like we're screwed something threatening driving talking around with everybody you see you're ridiculous Trump you're going to grab the money and disintegrate instantly said they said don't do it you put them in jail you humiliating you're sitting there pissing on him and stuff I mean you're going to be f*****. But we're going down with you cuz the rebels and can't let him do it and he's going to figure it out and he's having people do it so I don't know what you mean all the time you're being angry and mean to people telling people off sound I'm going to go shopping you haven't taken over his plans I can see her trying it makes sense cuz you grab the money and you haven't lost but we see how many of you dying that's enough that you should shut your mouth but you won't. Those numbers are huge it should be a million octillion I've never heard of anybody having that many people

Brad

I had a lot I was cleaning up on the ships and bringing them in over and over so lost count no but really there's a lot less than it used to be.

Trump

No it's not half and it's a lot less than you think Trump people are attacking you at the same time that you're running around taking yourself you have 20 Giants and 300 ships. Truthfully you're going to get your ass handed to you and you just several things that they don't like. You take the money you take other artifacts and things they try and kidnap our son a million times a day and you're already doing that because it gets really bad shortly and people call the cops on you every single night really did last night and you left that's why our son slept. The truthfully that is a lot of people everybody is saying it too he's going to be gone soon we're going to go after him and make damn sure and take a stuff it's going to have stuff doesn't make sense without it and we see that yours are croaking all over the place

Thor Freya

I love the thank everybody and CAA for the work

I getting rid of us

Trump

I'd like to thank you for not listening to One word of what I'm saying somebody to beat your head in and kill your ass if I have to at all times it's so f****** stupid. You'll see you in the movies and you barely understand what's going on around you and you're not alone and you're not aware and you're not paying attention and you're saying all this s*** hoity toity s*** and your way above everybody else when your army is way smaller and stupider I don't like you to begin with but you didn't understand anything I said or hold on to it it's this guy who's been the boss for 15,000 years you're in his business and you're acting like a monkey because of it and want you out of here cuz you can't control yourself I don't want to hear your babysit 24 hours a day and Mac you should have backed off but you didn't so it's going through anyways everyone's using him as a wild card you stupid f*** this to you that are really dumb and Tommy f is using it okay

Zues Hera

You're so f****** dumb Trump I can't get you to stop doing stupid s*** to him under any circumstances and he's saying you have to get this piece of crap off me and now I see why. You're going to have hardly anything and you're going to go over there and take the money with us in prison it's impossible and he sees it is a huge foreign fleet busting through the blockade of a few minutes is huge okay the building up and they're taking stuff and they're building up and they're taking stuff and you're a huge a****** you see the recognize any of that either. How many of you have to die is the question and I looked at it and I said all of them every single one of these idiots some sort of squealing juicy upstart squirt

Mac Daddy

So I see he's got a plan and it's for you and me I can't even acting that's the problem he says the last part and amazement I've been shot a bunch of times I can't stop him and he knows it too and I don't know what to do but he says if you get the money you can threaten the money and if he gets destroyed he's weaken a little if you hold on to it he's weakened a little I guess that's what you're going to do affect him and that's what he says that last two sentences and it works for me

Trump

That's our speed too Trump we're going to try and mess him up and stuff if we do that we're happy we get stuff it's much better actually win some things it's way over the top now I'm getting into the groove

Brad

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