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Matt listening to the two parties figure how to split up for teleport

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my love ruins everything it touches. The idea of feeling that strongly again terrified me. And now...Percy never knew.

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The healing power of art 💙🖤

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Vex, Vax. This world can be cruel. Filled with those who would tear it down. But it is also brimming with hope. Take care of each other. Protect your friends.

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my eyes were shutting on themselves while trying to write a 10 paged essay so here's some poly141 x reader

it had been months since they’d left. months of quiet nights, cold mornings with no one to warm the bed, and way too much time spent wishing they were home. the house felt empty without them, but tonight? tonight, you were tired of moping.

you turned up the music so loud the neighbors were probably judging you, poured yourself a drink... and another... and another... and before you knew it, you were throwing yourself a one-woman dance party in the kitchen. in nothing but one of john's shirts and a pair of panties, you spun, swayed, and held a stadium-worthy (arguable) concert like no one was watching because, as far as you knew, no one was.

but, oh, you were wrong.

the front door creaked open, and there they were: price, kyle, johnny, and simon, all standing in the entryway, still in their tactical gear, sweaty, dirty, and frozen in place as they took in the sight of you mid-spin. johnny was the first to break, letting out a sharp laugh. “steamin' jesus... what th' hell 're w' walkin’ intae?”

you stopped dead, wide-eyed, your fourth drink of the night sloshing around in its cup. “oh my god- you’re all home?”

“we’re home,” price confirmed as they all stepped deeper into the house, his voice deep and warm, and then he gave you that soft, adoring smile. “looks like we’ve interrupted something, boys.”

“my dance party,” you corrected, setting your drink down on the counter and rushing to toward them. “and you’re not interrupting, you’re joining.”

johnny grinned wide, already stripping off his gear. “ye dinnae have tae tell me twice, lass.”

“you’re serious?” kyle asked, raising an eyebrow as you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the middle of the room. “we just got home.”

“exactly! no better way to celebrate.” you shot him a look over your shoulder, swaying your hips to the beat as you pulled him along.

price shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he started pulling off his boots and placing them in the foyer. “bloody hell. simon, you in?”

simon slipped off the last of his gear—mask included—and stayed leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with those dark eyes. “someone’s gotta keep an eye on 'er,” he said, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

you rolled your eyes, stepping over to him. “you just don't wanna dance, si. no brooding in the corner tonight, lieutenant.”

“brooding?” he repeated, his tone almost amused. “'m not brooding, i just don't want to blind the lot o' you with my moves.”

you laughed, grabbing his hands and pulling him toward the others. the music shifted and became sultrier, and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in all of them—johnny’s in front of you, grinding his crotch into your lower stomach, kyle’s hands are brushing your waist, price’s voice low in your ear as he places kisses along your neck, and simon's close behind, his body solid and grounding, his hands gripping your hips and waist as he gently presses you against his crotch.

the playful energy melted into something more charged. as their touches grew bolder, their movements more deliberate. kyle’s lips brushed your jaw, johnny’s teeth scraped against your clavicle, and price’s voice was steady as ever when he whispered, “think we’ve missed more than just your dancing, sweetheart.”

and simon? he just pulled you flush against his hard chest, your head lulling back against it as johnny and kyle laved on you like animals. simon's voice commanded your attention, even when he spoke softly. “got a lot of lost time to make up for, dove.”

safe to say, the party didn’t end in your kitchen.

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Endless TLOVM

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hands off

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Lets give it to Annette first to secure the bag and hit all the romance check points with a white male hero. I don't think I've seen a black female character get all that, get the guy and still be alive by the end of the show lol

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💚💙

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Put your faith in no one but yourself

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Hellllp so many of them heeelpppp I love it but my drawing hand DOES NOT XD

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There's a reason I've been pressing you about this...

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Gripping a sword overview

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C3 E107 | Under the Arch Heart's Eye

As you all begin to step into the chamber, all the bits of shale and rock that was first dashed against the far wall gathers into the statue of the Arch Heart, where it once was in the opposite end of the interior, and it just stands resolute, smiling...

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pov: you are being romanced

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That’s my wife!

For @professionalfobtrash