#(the laugh i just laughed having seen this oh my g o s h)

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UNPROMPTED / @trickthorn / ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! ↳ "Miss AIPD~ Lapis has been a bad girl ★ Do you want to write a report or punish Lapis right away?"

⚔️ // it would seem that their paths had crossed again . hers , and the woman from the sonare isle . it would seem that fate was INEVITABLE , given that they were something like neighbors .

but that certainly was an unexpected confession .

". . . that . . . would depend on the nature of your transgression , lapis ," byleth replied slowly , splaying a hand forth in gesture . "what exactly have you done?"

[archangeldyke-all]

reader who info dumps x sev who gets turned on by it?

OKAY

(i'm making reader infodump about bobs burger because it's my fave and i love it sm-- highly reccomend if u've never seen but no knowledge is necessary to read this lol)

men and minors dni

"ooh! i dunno how true this one is, but a lot of fan forums think that bob's bald spot is supposed to resemble a hamburger too!" you say, pointing at the tv with one hand while you snack on popcorn with the other.

sevika hasn't looked at the screen since you put on your show and started rambling about it-- she's been locked in on your smiling face, her affection growing for you by the second as you gush to her.

"babe, you're a total bob. silco's like... mr. fishodor. and ran's teddy!" you laugh.

sevika snorts. "sure, babe." she says. "'s that make you linda?" she asks, just 'cause she knows it's the right thing to ask to keep you talking.

you grin, kissing her cheek. "you're so corny!" you tease. and then, "i dunno, do you think i'm a linda? i always feel like i'm more of a tina-- quiet, weird, kinda freaky--"

"you are not quiet." sevika laughs. you giggle.

"i am! just not around you-- you don't count."

"whatever. jinx is totally louise."

"totally!" you jump a bit in your seat as you laugh, and sevika's heart skips a beat. she's suddenly overcome with the urge to bury her face in your cunt-- overwhelmed by affection and love for you and needing some kind of physical release for it. "hah! babe, look at the burger of the day boa--ah!" you squeal as sevika leans forward and starts kissing up your neck. "wh--whattya doin?" you squeak.

"keep watchin' your show, i'm listening." sevika mumbles, pulling at your pants.

you gulp. "u-uh. p-people t-think tina's gonna end up with jimmy jr. but i g-got my money on zeke." you mumble. "the writers h-have hinted at him crushin' on her-- sevika this cannot be doing it for you!" you laugh as sevika starts to kiss up your bare thighs.

"i got it bad for you baby. everything you do does it for me. 's fuckin' ridiculous." she grumbles, before kissing your clit. "c'mon, tell me more." she demands.

"i-i uh... there's a n-new pun on the v-van and store next door every episo-o-oh!" you gasp. "sev!"

she's got her tongue inside of you, giggling against your cunt as you shiver over her, her nose grinding against your clit with each thrust of her tongue.

"y'r s' fuckin' hot." sevika mutters.

you laugh, threading your fingers through her hair. "you're ridiculous." you giggle. it's the last thing either of you say for the rest of the night...

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[crappymixtape]

laugh like lovers, kiss like friends

you're getting married – steve’s in town for the ceremony and it dredges up old memories, ones you thought you'd forgotten, but you have to decide, will you say ‘i do’ or will your heart realize what you really want has been there all along?  | (  9.1k, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

L A U G H L I K E L O V E R S, K I S S L I K E F R I E N D S 🎶 cold water swimming, quiet houses

“How about these, dear? Eucalyptus pairs lovely with peonies. Besides, wildflowers for a wedding? In all my years as a planner I’ve never seen it. No one does it. It's just tacky, hon.”

Twirling the stem of a daisy between your fingers you bit the inside of your cheek, only half hearing the woman standing next to you among all the buckets and vases of flowers in the greenhouse.

Wildflowers for a wedding? No one does it.

Pulling your eyes off the daisy you forced a smile, “Of course, I’m sorry. Peonies sound great.”

“Wonderful, I’ll add it to the day-of agenda and make sure the florist knows you’ve made up your mind. It’s an excellent choice, one your fiance will be happy with I’m sure.”

Your fiance.

Sam proposed less than a month ago in the kitchen of your little downtown Indianapolis apartment with his grandmother’s ring. A huge, gaudy diamond that made your hands look even smaller than they already were and after you’d called your mom the news had spread like wildfire.

Sam didn’t want to wait, he probably would’ve dragged you down to the courthouse if it hadn’t been for his parents and your mom, but it meant things were moving at the speed of light and you were running to catch up.

When he’d looked up at you, ring box outstretched, you knew what your first thought should’ve been. Tears and overwhelming joy and a resounding Yes! but none of it came. Instead your first thought had been long stalks of grass. The glittering turquoise water of the quarry. Skunky weed and wildflowers and hot, sticky Indiana summers.

Steve.

“Babe, you gotta call the bakery back, the lady doesn’t get it. Idiot,” Sam’s voice cut through into your thoughts and you blinked them away.

“What?”

“The cake? She’s not getting it. I told her we wanted vanilla, like actual vanilla not that imitation shit.”

“Julie’s not an idiot,” your tone grew clipped, short, brow furrowing as you folded your arms across your chest. Julie had lived in Hawkins since before your family moved in across the street from her. The only, and best, bakery in town with the sweetest baker known to man. Julie was a saint.

“Okay, well then you try and explain it to her. I’m done,” Sam huffed, pinching his nose between his fingers and shaking his head. “I’m gonna go get food with my mom. Can’t wait until this is all over,” he grumbled under his breath. “I’ll see you back at the house," and with that he hastily pressed a kiss to your forehead before stalking out of the greenhouse.

“Not really a man’s arena is it,” the planner said giving you an overly sweet smile, “Better to let us take care of it, hm?”

“I guess,” you couldn’t bear to force another smile, “Thanks for your help, but I need to go get ready for tonight. Call me if anything else comes up.”

“On it and don’t you worry, only a few more days. Just think! The happiest day of your life!”

The happiest day of your life.

It sure as hell didn’t didn’t it feel like it.

The high vaulted ceilings in your parents’ living room looked the same as they had when you lived there. Same ugly, bumpy texture and yellowed color, now with a few too-high cobwebs just out of reach hanging in the corners.

The buzz of conversation filling the air around you was incessant, blending and blurring together and making you feel like you were far away. Like you were a spectator and not the bride-to-be and your chest squeezed with nerves. There were so many people packed into the house and as guests hurled their questions at you, your anxiety only grew.

“Oh, sweetie you look amazing! You’ll be a beautiful bride!” “Tell me again, where are you going for your honeymoon?” “Sam is such a catch, does he have any available friends? Just kidding! But seriously?” “Oh my god, look at that ring! He must really love you.”

One of Sam’s cousins had been hammering you with question after question, barely giving you any room to reply and you felt like you were drowning in it. The walls of the living room suddenly felt like they were closing in on you, making you feel claustrophobic and you needed air. Outside. Anything other than this. “Is-is it warm in here?” you stuttered, pulling at the collar of your dress.

“No? What d’you mean–”

“I’m sorry, excuse me,” you didn’t wait for her to finish and instead moved as quickly as you could through the crowd, trying not to project your panic with a fake smile plastered on your lips until you reached the slider door.

“Honey!” your stomach sank. Your mom. “Your aunt and uncle just got here, you need to say hello!”

Looking over your shoulder she was standing with her hands on her hips, brow furrowed in frustration, watching as your fingers gripped the handle of the patio door.

“I know,” your voice was edged with irritation and you bit your tongue. “Please? I just need some air for a minute. I’ll be right back,” and you could tell she didn’t like your answer, but she didn’t fight you on it as you slipped outside, all the noise and voices and music blunted and sliced in half as you shut the door behind you.

Leaning back against the glass, eyes closed, you pulled in a breath of air and let it out slowly. Trying, telling, yourself you had to keep it together. Just a minute out here and you’d feel right as rain. Ready to dive back in.

The happiest day of your life.

“Shouldn’t you be inside?”

Your eyes flew open, an all-too-familiar voice making your heart leap into your throat.

He was sitting on the edge of one of the pool loungers like it was nothing, a few locks of stray hair falling into his eyes, all warm honey and burnt caramel and the boyish grin he was giving you made you feel dizzy. Like it always did.

“I’ve been inside for like two hours,” you shot back, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to really sound mad at him.

At Steve.

“Well don't sound like you’re having too much fun. Not like you’re getting married in three days or anything,” he teased, scooting over on the lounger, a silent invitation for you to sit next to him and you took it.

“Don’t remind me–” fell out, “–what I mean is–it's just–just planning everything has been...a lot.”

Steve caught your slip up, but didn’t call it out, only humming in reply as he threaded a hand through his hair, watching as you settled down next to him. “I’m about a month late, but congrats,” he offered with a small smile before taking a drink from his beer.

“Oh, yeah. Thanks,” you replied lamely, cheeks flushing when he looked over at you. You were entirely too sober for this. “Here, gimme that,” reaching over you took the beer from his hand, chugging half of it in one go and pulling a laugh out of Steve.

“Jesus,” Steve laughed, amused at you, a sound you’d missed so very much. “Take it easy,” he chided gently, but it was all warm and sticky sweet like popsicles on a hot day and when you gave it back he shook his head.

Silence lingered between you for a moment, the static sound of the pool filter trickling in the background, and your thoughts drifted back to a moment a few years ago. Up in your room while summer spun by outside. The last time he'd been over here. Steve.

Bobbing along to the music coming from your stereo, you crammed the last of your photos into one of the empty supply boxes Steve had brought over from Family Video.

“I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather, but traditions I can trace against the child in your face won't escape my attention,” you sang a little off key, giving your shoulders a little shimmy as you turned to grab the pile of books on your bed.

“You keep your distance via the system of touch and gentle persuasion. I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?” Steve sang back, browed knitted together in dedication to the bit, hips swaying as he wiped down your dresser. Turning with the roll of paper towels in his hand he held it out to you as the chorus neared, both of you singing horribly.

“Oh, you're wasting my time, you're just, just, just wasting time!”

“God, who’s gonna sing shitty with me when you’re not around?” Steve tossed the roll onto your bed, leaning back against the drawers behind him.

“Robin sucks more than I do,” you shot back, and Steve mumbled in agreement.

“Yeah, but she hates Tears for Fears,” there was a slight whine in his voice that made you look up at him over your box and grin.

“Well then save it for me when I’m back on Christmas break.”

Steve gave you a pout and folded his arms over his chest, “That’s like, a fucking eon from now.”

“It’s not that long,” you moved around the other side of your bed to sit in front of him, a small pause swallowing you both into silence.

Clearing your throat you dropped your gaze down your shoes, kicking them in time with the song still playing in the background. You glanced over at Steve’s dirty, beat up Blazers and smiled. “I guess I’ll miss you,” you teased, looking back up at him and he gave you a smile, but it softened the longer he looked at you.

“I know I’ll miss you,” he said, and you knew he meant it, and your heart fluttered in your chest like a bird caught in a cage as the air around you grew thick with words unsaid, but implied. Steve took a step away from the dresser, standing in the V of your legs, hand moving to lift your chin up with his thumb and forefinger.

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, meeting his gaze, and everything felt hazy. “Miss you too, Stevie,” you murmured and he leaned down slowly. Tilting your chin ever so gently he hesitated for just a second before pressing his lips against yours. Your room and half-packed boxes and everything fell away in the warm, glittering feeling of Steve and summer and the last of the light falling through your window washed you both in gold like it wanted to hold you in that moment forever.

“How long are you in town for?” your voice broke the silence between you and Steve took another drink of his beer.

“Just til the day after the wedding, need to get back to things,” he said softly, stealing a look at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling at the way your nose scrunched up when you were thinking, “You look really pretty by the way.”

Your cheeks warmed and you stole a look at him too, “You have to say that.”

“No I don’t. I do on your wedding day, but this is a freebie,” he teased, trying to make it seem lighter than it was, but you both knew the weight it carried.

“Babe, c’mon. You gotta get back inside. It’s rude. People are looking for you,” the sudden sound of Sam’s voice sliced your moment in two and Steve sat up straight, leaning away from you as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alright, I just needed some air,” your voice sounded tired and Steve caught the look in your eyes as you roughed your hands over your face, “I’m coming.”

“Harrington,” Sam sniped, and Steve gave him a big smile, knowing just how much the other man hated finding the two of you sitting together.

“Sammy,” Steve teased and you had to bite back a laugh, hiding it in a cough, but Sam knew.

“I fuckin’ hate that,” Sam gave Steve a look and he just smiled.

“I think it’s cute,” you chimed in, but knew you should’ve kept it to yourself when Sam glared daggers at you.

“Inside,” he said, patience short, and you felt your own run out as you glared right back, but moved toward the slider door anyway.

“I’ll see you,” you told Steve and just before you slipped back into the chaos, he gave you a look. The same one you remembered from that hot summer evening in your room as you packed your life into boxes. A look that put fire to the embers lying dormant in your chest and something you thought had been extinguished flickered back to life.

“Sam, hurry up, we’re going to be late!”

“I’m trying. You know how much I hate being outside. These stupid boots are too tight and–” Sam grunted, leaning over to tug at his socks, “–these are itchy as hell.”

“You don’t have to wear them, but your legs are gonna get bit up and scratched on the trail,” you shook your head, yanking your own worn-in boots onto your feet.

“Bit? Are you kidding me?”

“What? It’s summer, there are a ton of bugs out right now.”

Sam sucked in a breath and put his face in his hands, standing on the other side of the bed from you. He’d agreed to it at first, thought maybe it might be a quaint little jaunt through a park, but when he realized it was an actual hike up the bluff just outside Hawkins – in nature – he’d thrown a fit.

It was one of your favorite places, a special piece of home, and you were going to go with or without him.

“Just stay home, Sam. It’s fine,” you huffed, kicking your suitcase shut, tugging your ponytail through the back of your baseball cap.

“You know what? Maybe I will. This whole place is too much. Jason’ll get beers with me,” he growled under his breath, yanking his boots off to get to his socks, “Enjoy your hike.”

“Great, thanks, will do,” you almost left the room without saying goodbye, but something made you hesitate and you paused for a second at the door, eyes squeezed shut. Why was everything so damn hard? This was supposed to be easy.

The happiest day of your life.

Resigned, you turned around and retraced the few steps over to Sam. “I’ll see you when we’re back,” you muttered, bending down and brushing a hasty kiss to his cheek.

“See you,” he didn’t meet your gaze, instead scowling at the ground and it was the push you needed to leave, the weight on your shoulders lifting as you hurried down the stairs and out the door.

The sun was just coming up, painting the sky cotton candy pinks and blurred warm tangerines. You could feel the heat already and as you got out of your car at the bluff the feeling of the sun on your bare legs pulled a heavy sigh from your lungs. Breathing out the stress and pressure of the last few days and you closed your eyes for a minute, leaning against the warmth of your car.

It would be okay. Today was for you. This was for you.

Opening them again you heard another car rumbling up the dirt road behind you and when you turned around you grinned so big your cheeks started to hurt.

“OH MY GOD,” Robin squealed. She practically leapt out of the backseat of Steve’s BMW and ran over to you, gathering you up in her arms and squeezing tight. “What the hell! You look amazing! Shit. Is this like, pre-wedding glow or did you stop eating meat or something? I hear it’s like, totally bad for your skin.”

“Robin,” Steve shook his head as he shut his car door before walking around to get Robin’s too.

“What? All legitimate questions! Right, Eds?” she shot back.

“I mean, not the first thing I’d ask,” Eddie replied with a grin, but you could hear the softness of him behind it.

“Alright, well I wouldn’t expect you to know anyway. Weddings are like a foreign language to you plebs,” Robin said simply, clicking her fanny pack around her waist.

“Hey, that’s not fair, I know enough,” Steve chimed in, propping a hand on his hip and giving Robin a look.

“Children, not about us today!” Eddie chided, following after Robin and gathering you up into one of his bear hugs. “Hi, sweetheart,” he held you out at arm’s length and gave you a warm Eddie smile.

“Hi,” you grinned back, the happiest you’d been in days just listening to the comforting sound of your friends bickering, “Missed you.”

“Mmm, you too,” Eddie hummed, shooting a quick glance over at Steve. “Some of us more than others,” he said a bit quieter, bringing his eyes back to you and you felt your cheeks flush.

“Okay, hike?” you deflected, then accusingly looked back at Eddie, “You’re not still smoking are you?”

“Only on Wednesdays,” he flipped back casually, but you knew he was full of shit.

“Munson, you’re a horrible liar,” Steve drawled, rolling his eyes, starting the walk to the edge of the bluff. “Nance and Jonathan are already at the top,” he said over his shoulder, “Jonathan wanted to get a time lapse of the sunrise.”

“Oh, sick,” Eddie clapped his hands, “I gotta see it. C’mon, Buckley get with it.” He waved an arm forward, pulling Robin into a jog and you shook your head with a soft laugh as you caught up with Steve. Starting up the bluff two by two.

The sounds of everything coming to life swirled around the four of you as you walked. The buzz of the insects, birds chirping their morning songs and tractors rumbling to life in the fields alongside the bluff.

Home.

“God, the last time we were up here was so Dustin could talk to Suzie,” Steve half-laughed, Eddie and Robin walking just ahead of you. You grinned at the memory.

“Oh no,” you shook your head, “They might be worse than we are at singing.”

“Didn’t think it was possible to be honest,” he teased gently, smiling over at you, looking for a long moment before dropping his gaze back down to his feet.

You could feel his eyes on you and the warmth of it filled you up and spilled over at the edges, making you happier than you’d been in a long time and a tiny pinch of guilt squeezed in your chest.

“Thanks for getting up so early,” you exhaled, breaths getting heavier as the incline of the bluff steepened, Steve pulling in a breath next to you.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve slept in since high school,” he waved you off, “Managing a store’s got me up ass early every day. Besides, wouldn’t miss it.” Arms swinging at your sides, his fingers brushed against yours as you walked and the embers in your chest glowed bright.

“Yeah,” you sighed, wishing that for once Sam had come along. That he’d put even a little bit of effort into your interests. That he’d care even a fraction of what Steve cared and the embers flickered again with your frustration.

“You two are slow as hell!” Eddie teased and when you looked up you saw he and Robin had been moving much faster than you and Steve. “I’m smoking a victory cigarette at the top!” he yelled and Robin smacked him, both of them dissolving into laughter.

“C’mon, that asshole doesn’t need another cigarette,” Steve’s brow furrowed in frustration and he picked up the pace, pulling you along with him as he lengthened his stride.

Jonathan and Nancy were waiting for the four of you at the top and, much to Eddie’s dismay, Robin beat him by a couple of feet, stealing his cigarettes and jamming them into her fanny pack as punishment.

Jonathan had asked Nancy to marry him two years ago now, Christmas eve under the tree at the farm and they’d eloped that spring there on top of the bluff. It had been a small, but sweet ceremony, with only family and close friends. Perfectly Nance and Jonathan and as you thought back on it your stomach twisted with a longing feeling.

As you sat scattered among the long grass in pairs – Eddie and Robin, Nancy and Jonathan, you and Steve – a breeze picked up and blew through the wildflowers around you, taking then with it and you watched as the buttercups danced in the wind.

You wanted wildflowers. Not peonies and eucalyptus.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Steve’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked over at him, sat close enough to you in the grass that you could see all the little moles and freckles that dotted down the line of his jaw, his neck, the exposed skin along the top of his shirt.

“Flowers,” fell out and you didn’t shy away from him, meeting his gaze.

“Flowers?” he asked, brow knitting together in confusion.

“Stupid flowers. And cake. And nature and socks and–”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. What are you talking about?” Steve scooted closer to you, your legs pressing together as you sat facing each other and he put a hand on your knee.

Your throat tightened and you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you willed them away. Not here. You didn’t mean it.

“Hey,” he said softer, hand lifting from your knee to press into yours and you blinked hastily, pulling in a breath to steady yourself.

“I don’t know,” you started, closing your eyes for a minute, trying to ground yourself. “I just–I thought this would be easier. We’re supposed to be in love and planning this should be fun, but it sucks and he–” catching yourself you looked back up at Steve and felt him squeeze your hand. “I’m sorry, it’s just stress. I shouldn’t–”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Steve said, thumb brushing over the bump of your knuckles, soft and warm and reassuring.

He was looking at you again like he had at the welcome party, like you were the only thing that existed in that moment and you felt yourself moving closer, your legs hovering over his with the lack of space.

“I wish Sam would look at me like that,” you whispered and Steve’s lips parted in surprise, anticipation grabbing hold of both of you as the wind picked up again.

“He’s an idiot if he doesn’t,” Steve whispered back, leaning closer still and you could feel his breath as it warmed over your cheek. The scent of his shampoo and spearmint gum and cedar and wildflowers flooding your brain and making everything feel hazy. His eyes all bright amber and flecks of gold in the sun. Closer and closer and closer and–

“Harrington! You left the food in the car!”

Leaning back from each other you felt the tension shatter with the bark of Eddie’s voice and you leapt to your feet.

“God, what a dingus,” Robin grumbled, “Now we gotta go back down.”

“Hey,” Steve scrambled to his feet ignoring them, grabbing your hand in his, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just–I forgot I have to meet with the baker today about the cake this morning.”

“Oh,” Steve’s expression was edged with concern and he let your hand drop as the others started moving to the top of the trail.

“Rehearsal dinner is tonight right?” Robin asked offhandedly, grabbing a piece of licorice from her fanny pack.

“You have licorice in there and didn’t offer me any?” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, tonight at seven at Hop and Joyce’s farm,” you said, trying to sound casual, but the warm feeling of Steve was still holding you tightly.

“Open bar?” Eddie grinned.

“Oh my god, Munson. Shut up,” Robin chided, shoving him as they all wandered down the path in a line, you and Steve bringing up the rear.

“Course it’s open bar,” you tried to laugh, but it fell short, everything feeling like it was crumbling now.

The breeze picked up, swirling around your feet, carrying spearmint and Steve’s shampoo and boy with it and as you watched the bachelor buttons sway with the wind you felt a thought gnawing at the back of your mind.

What if.

There was still time.

Nothing’s permanent.

People change their minds all the time and…

Come over here. All you've got is this moment, twenty-first century's yesterday. You can care all you want, everybody does, yeah, that's okay.

“Chug, chug, chug!” “Don’t be a pussy, Jason!” “No way, he’s too old!”

It felt like you were back in high school throwing a rager over at Tina Rochester’s house not having drinks after your rehearsal dinner, but after most of the ‘adults’ had all gone home things got carried away.

Hop and Joyce’s farm was far enough outside of town that the noise wouldn’t bother anyone and thank god because it was loud. Maybe open bar hadn’t been the best idea, but Sam was having a great time, smiling and laughing for once and you didn’t fight it. You were having fun too.

“Ohhh! He did it!!” “Get that man a medal!”

Jason Carver, Sam’s best man, crushed his empty beer can under his foot to whoops and hollers. You weren’t sure who started it, but someone had told someone else they could shotgun a beer faster and it spiraled from there. Sam was in his element, partying alongside the other ex-basketball players, and for a minute you felt like maybe things would be okay.

Gathering you up in his arms, Sam spun you in a circle, pressing his lips messy and drunk against your cheek. “God, babe. Should be illegal to look that good,” he slurred into your ear, arms still holding you tight as he lowered you slowly back to the ground.

A grin tugged at the corners of your lips. “Gonna write me a ticket?” you teased and he reached a hand around to grab at your ass.

“Maybe I will,” he breathed and you felt a shiver run down your spine, but then a voice pulled him away.

“Sam? Oh my god!”

Carol and Tommy. Great.

“Carol?? I didn’t think y’all were getting here til tomorrow! Tommy, you look like shit,” Sam barked a laugh and lunged at his old friend, grabbing him around the waist and pushing him across the patio.

“Fuck off, you’re one to talk,” Tommy growled back, digging his hands into Sam’s ribs and both of them fell back into their old selves. Talking about a couple of friends that had gone pro, work, what married life was like for Tommy and Carol.

“Babe, go get me another beer, huh?” Sam said over his shoulder and you rolled your eyes, but giving Carol a quick hug you made your way over to the keg.

Priming the tap you started to pour beer into a cup, but it sputtered and choked before spilling foam and you frowned. “Piece of shit,” kicking the keg you shook the garbage can it was sitting in and tried again, but this time nothing came out.

“Need a hand?”

Eyes still on the keg you sighed, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips as you dumped the foam in your cup onto the ground. “Tapped already,” you grumbled, turning around to see Steve grinning at you, hands jammed in his pockets, tie loose and hanging around his neck and you swore he was the most handsome human being you’d ever laid eyes on.

“Hmm, I don’t think so,” he took the last few steps toward you and primed the tap again, giving the keg one firm shake, and grabbed the cup from you. Foam started coming out and you jammed your tongue into your cheek.

“Ha! Told you–”

But then the foam turned into cold, amber beer, and you clamped your mouth shut.

“You were saying?” Steve teased and you shoved him, spilling some of the beer that he’d just poured into your cup on the ground. “Hey! You’re a menace,” he chided softly, shouldering you back, but grabbing the spout again he filled the cup once more and handed it back to you.

“Thanks,” you muttered, glancing over at him as you took a sip.

“Sam seems to be having a good time,” he commented, finding a cup of his own and filling it.

“Yeah, right back to high school.” You watched as your fiance, Tommy, and Jason all snickered and laughed at each other, talking about ‘the good old’ days, and your smile fell.

You couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like that with you. When he was drinking he got more handsy, liked to keep you close to his side and brag about how you were about to get married, but nothing about how hard you worked or the fact that you were saving up to buy a place.

“I dunno,” Steve sighed, taking a drink of his beer, “I don’t miss it.”

“Me either,” you agreed, glancing up at him, and your heart stopped.

God he was pretty. The string of lights that wound around the property washed him in a warm glow. Hair falling out of place as the night spun on, the line of his jaw cast in half light, dark and strong, the long sweep of his lashes as he blinked and looked down at you, the way his lips pulled up into that smile.

“What?” Steve asked, tone amused and playful and your eyes grew wide.

“What?” you echoed stupidly.

Steve laughed and gave you a lopsided smile. “You tell me, you’re the one zoning out,” he teased and your cheeks flushed.

“Oh, n-nothing,” you stumbled over your words and quickly filled the silence with another gulp of beer.

“Okay, well when it comes back to you lemme know.” His eyes lingered on yours for just a moment longer and then a look came over him. Like he remembered something. “Oh, hey. C’mere a minute,” and then he was grabbing your hand and pulling you around the side of the barn.

As he pulled you into motion you felt just how buzzed you were and a giggle pushed itself through your lips. “What the hell are we doing?” you asked, Steve loosing a laugh of his own as he yanked you both to a stop a few yards away from the party out in the long grass of Hop’s field.

“There,” he said pointing up and you followed the line of his arm into the sky until your eyes landed on it.

“Oh,” you breathed, pulling your gaze back to Steve as he looked up into the inky black expanse of the Indiana night. He was just how you remembered him. Hair messed, all boyish and eyes full of wonder and curiosity, just like he’d been those years ago that night in his backyard while you floated in his pool.

“Yeah, that one. Right there,” Steve swam closer to you, grabbing your arm, fingers folding yours in to make a point and tugging it up over your head.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his legs brushed against yours under the water and it took everything you had in you to pull your eyes from him to look up.

“See it?”

“That one?” you asked, pointing on your own, and he nodded as your eyes trailed up the line of your arm to land on an especially bright star.

“Mmhm,” Steve murmured and all you wanted was to look at him again, so you did. “While you’re gone you can just look up at that at night and think of me,” he said matter-of-fact, giving you one of his lopsided grins.

“What if we’re not looking at the same time?”

“I’ll always be looking,” Steve’s voice was barely above a whisper and the way he looked at you made you feel like you might melt. Blinking water from your lashes you lifted a hand to his cheek and at your touch his hands slipped along the bare skin of your waist, sliding down to your hips as he slowly pulled you into him.

The pool filter was humming heavy between the all crickets and frogs and lightning bugs, but you knew the thudding of your heartbeat was louder than all of it.

Wrapping your legs around Steve’s torso, you laced your fingers at the back of his neck, wanting him closer and tighter. Hair messed and flat against his forehead, his lips were parted as he breathed you in, water dripping off the end of his nose and eyes glittering in the pool lights, burnt caramel and honey and if he hadn’t been holding onto you, you would’ve floated away.

His fingers pressed into the soft skin at your hips and you sucked in a small gasp.

“Sorry,” he whispered, and you shook your head in reply. It’s okay. And then he gently pressed his thumb to the corner of your lips, swallowing against his nerves, and asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Heart racing, fingers still tangled at the back of his neck you whispered, “Yes.”

“Remember when we found it?”

Steve’s question brought you hurtling back to the present and you shook your head, heart racing in your chest like it had that night in his pool. “Of course I remember,” you murmured, and you knew you were crossing a line, knew you shouldn’t have done it, knew Sam was just around the other side of the barn, but something in you snapped. Shifted. Decided it didn’t care and you took Steve’s hand in yours.

His eyes flicked down to where they were joined and then back up to you, “But–”

“We’re friends,” you reasoned softly, “Friends hold hands.”

“Are we?” he asked and you swore you felt your heart crack as your fingers scrambled to tangle up with his.

“Yeah. Yes. We are,” your words came spilling out, the beer spidering warm and hazy through your body as you tried to justify your action and Steve’s brows furrowed as he dropped his gaze.

“I should go,” he said and regret gripped you like a vice.

“Don’t, please don’t,” your tone was almost pleading, watching as Steve’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, working through his own decision and you thought for a minute he would cave like he always did for you, but then his hand was untangling from yours and the ache in your chest was almost enough to pull tears from your eyes.

“You’re getting married tomorrow,” he said, voice thick and low, and when he opened his eyes finally to look at you, you saw a thousand I’m sorrys, all the regret and lingering kisses on hot summer nights and promises whispered in the dark and you shook your head.

“But it’s not–we can’t–please stay,” nothing you said made sense and Steve ran a hand through his hair, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you at the church.”

And as you watched his figure walk away, silhouetted and dark against the indigo sky, your star blinking bright above you, you felt tears finally well up and spill down your cheeks.

Sucking in a breath you turned back to the the wide open expanse of field behind you and buried your face in your hands, trying to calm down, willing the tears to stop, telling yourself that you loved Sam. You were getting married. The ring on your finger a constant reminder of what was supposed to happen tomorrow and when you finally lifted your head from your hands your eyes fell on a bright patch there in the field at your feet.

Wildflowers.

Walking back to the party felt like a blur, Steve’s words playing over and over in your mind, and when you came back into the glow of the strung up lights your eyes searched frantically for Sam. If you could just hold his hand, pull him in close you’d know you loved him. Would know you wanted to marry him, but he wasn’t there and everything felt like it was unraveling.

“Hey, are you okay?” Robin’s hand was at your elbow and when you looked up at her, her brow furrowed with worry. “Whoa, what happened?”

“I just need to find Sam, have you seen him?”

“Yeah, yeah I think he was just over here, c’mon. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I just need Sam,” you choked out, Robin’s hand grabbing yours and pulling you along.

“Okay, we’ll find him, it’ll be okay.”

And as you rounded the corner into the quiet of the barn you heard hushed voices. Robin flicked on the overhead lighting to reveal Carol and Sam talking, huddled close to one another and your heart stopped in your chest.

“Wha–Sam? Carol?”

Carol’s eyes went wide and she took a couple steps back, giving you one of her smiles, all flimsy and saccharine sweet. “Oh my god, we thought you left!” she exclaimed, trying a laugh and you heard Robin mumble something under her breath next to you.

“Well, I didn’t. It’s my rehearsal dinner.”

“Babe, we were just trying to plan a surprise for you. For tomorrow, that’s all,” Sam said, taking the few steps toward you, taking your hand in his, but you felt sick to your stomach. You knew that look in his eye, his tone of voice overcompensating for something, lying.

“Yeah! Totally,” Carol said a little too enthusiastically and Robin had had enough.

“Oh my god, totally great!” she mocked, throwing one of Carol’s empty smiles back at her before taking your hand. “It’s super late, Carol. Time to go,” this time Robin’s voice was void of all joking and the look she gave the other girl was enough to push her to leave.

“Absolutely, sure thing. See you tomorrow! Can’t wait,” she purred, but her smile faltered as she met your gaze, walking quickly back out into the night.

“Babe, we really were planning a surprise, I–I just want tomorrow to be perfect,” Sam took your hand from Robin, shouldering her out of the way and she scoffed, still lingering in case you needed her.

“In here? In the dark?” your voice wobbled a bit as you realized what you were implying and Sam squeezed your hand, but it felt suffocating not warm or safe like Steve and you pulled it away. “I’m gonna go home, get some sleep.”

“Of course, baby. Whatever you need,” Sam crowded around you, rubbing your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, but you didn’t want any of it and shrugged him off.

“Can you give me a ride, Robs?” you asked, pulling away from Sam, your feet not moving you fast enough.

“Yeah, yeah I can give you a ride,” Robin took your hand again, Sam finding himself alone in the wide expanse of the barn on the eve of your wedding.

The happiest day of your life.

“Listen, can I tell you something?” Robin said shifting into park as she turned down the radio and idled in your parents’ driveway.

“Sure,” your voice was small, timid, not you as your thoughts still lingered on what Steve had said. What Sam and Carol had looked like huddled close together in Hop’s barn. Asking yourself why. Asking yourself what you really wanted.

“I don’t think you should get married.”

Your head whipped up from your lap, brows knitted together. “What?”

“I don’t think you should get married,” Robin said again voice softer this time, knowing the weight it carried as she let it settle in the car between you.

“It’s literally happening tomorrow. What d’you mean don’t get married,” you were scrambling now, afraid of what would happen if you let her woods take root, the doubt that had been hovering deep down now pushing itself front and center.

“People do it all the time–”

“No, they don’t!” tears were welling up against your lashes, your face growing hot, willing yourself not to fall apart.

“Okay! Okay, I’m sorry. Of course I’m gonna support you no matter what you decide,” Robin quickly recovered, grabbing your hands in hers as her expression softened. “Just–” a small sigh escaped her and she squeezed your hand, “–I want you to be happy. That’s all. Are you happy?”

Are you happy?

Robin looked at you, eyes wide, hands still holding onto yours and you felt yourself wrestling with the three simple words she’d thrown at you. Swallowing thickly, you couldn’t meet her gaze and pulled your hands away, grabbing at the door handle.

“I’m happy, I am,” and even you knew how flimsy it sounded, but your friend didn’t push you on it.

“Okay, okay. See you in the morning,” Robin said softly and all you could do was nod in reply before shutting the door and hurrying up the walk and into your parents’ house.

You didn’t bother showering as you moved quickly up the stairs to your room, not wanting to face your parents, not like this. Quietly shutting your door you felt the sob in your chest clawing its way up your throat and you tried to swallow it down as you threw back your covers and hid in the deep pile of blankets. You thought for a split second to call Sam over at Jason’s, ask him if he really loved you, if he still wanted to go through with this, but you buried your face into your pillow and tried to push your thoughts away.

Doubt had started blooming in the pit of your stomach from the moment you’d said yes, but it had just felt like the next right thing. Felt like you were supposed to. Date your boyfriend for a couple of years, move in together, get married. Right? But the things you tried hard to ignore kept bubbling up.

Your hesitation when Sam first asked you out. Your trips home on breaks and seeing Steve. The feelings you wrestled with when you saw him. When he talked to you and listened, really listened and looked at you. How it felt like a giant weight being lifted from your shoulders without Sam there.

Your first fight with Sam over money. How he spent so much of it going out with his friends. How you knew they stayed out late and talked to other girls. The high he got from it too much to stop him from doing it. The smell of the other girls on his clothes.

The first time he cheated on you and begged you to take him back. How the first person you wanted to call was Steve, but you called Robin instead.

And now the planning. All the disagreements and arguing and fighting and you were exhausted and he couldn’t even keep away from other women, from Carol, still after all that time.

Are you happy?

Robin’s question looped in your head and you knew the real answer.

No. But then…

Tap. Tap, tap tap.

Peeking your head out from under your covers your ears strained, trying to decide what it was you’d heard. Then it happened again.

Tap, tap. Tap.

There was only one thing that could make that sound, an all too familiar one that pulled forth a flood of precious, happy memories.

Rocks on your window.

Steve.

Crawling out of your bed you hurried to your window and yarded it open, sticking your head out and looking down like you’d done hundreds of times before. “Steve?” you hissed into the dark, and as the wind blew the clouds away from the moon, it shone down on the lawn below you washing Steve in soft light.

“Can I come up?”

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, but knew there was no debate. “Yeah, hurry up,” and you moved out of the way as he started climbing the gutter before you’d even said yes.

Stumbling in through the open window Steve straightened up and dusted off his old, faded Hawkins High Athletics shirt, a pair of grey sweatpants hanging on his hips, the same pair of dirty, beat up Blazers on his feet.

“Hi,” he said awkwardly, tongue jammed into his cheek as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hi?” it came out expectantly, a question, but you couldn’t hide the relief in your voice at the sight of him standing there in your room.

“Listen, I just wanted to say sorry. For earlier,” he said, walking to your bed and plopping down on the messed up covers.

“Oh, that’s okay, I shouldn’t have–”

“Just let me apologize,” he said shaking his head with a half laugh, expression mismatched as it twisted with something between regret and care.

So you listened and kept your mouth shut, instead deciding to settle down next to him on your bed, thighs pressed together on the small twin sized mattress. Silence lingered for a minute, but the air was heavy, loaded, like how it felt right before a thunderstorm. The sky holding its breath before opening up and pouring rain, cracking the sky in half with bright streaks of light.

You both stole a look at the same time and it pulled a smile from each of you, tiny breathy laughs falling from your lips, but when it quieted again the tension flooded back in.

“Do you love him?” Steve broke the quiet and you felt your chest tighten. When you hesitated he grabbed your hand in his. “Do you?”

Your pulse fluttered against your neck, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water and stumbling and choking on your words, but you knew the answer. You both did. You’d just admitted it to yourself before Steve had fallen through your window and the familiar feeling of panic started to creep in around you, flinging you back to right before you’d left home again. Before you met Sam.

“Steve! Wait!”

You were practically running after him as he stalked back to his car, the sky on fire with the sunset and streaked in cherry reds, sunflower yellows, and bright tangerine.

He fumbled with his keys and dropped them into the grass at his feet, “Shit.”

“Please, just wait,” you were out of breath as you finally reached him and you saw his frame crumple as he loosed a sigh.

“Jesus, what?” his tone was short, clipped as he stared through his car window, your reflection playing against the glass.

“It’s only for another year, it’s not like I’m gonna be gone for–”

“Yeah! Another year!” Steve spun around to face you, cheeks red and lips pulled down into a frown, a muddied mixture of sadness and anger swimming in his eyes. “Just admit it, you don’t wanna come back here, and that’s fine! But don’t make me wait. Please don’t make me wait anymore. It–” Steve choked on his words and dropped his eyes to his feet, biting on the inside of his cheek to blunt the feelings swelling his chest. “It hurts. To sit and wait here for you. Please,” his voice edged on pleading and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“It’ll work! It’s just a little longer–”

Steve took a step into you, crowding over you, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest at the closeness of him. He lifted a hand to your cheek, his brows pulling together as he looked down at you, eyes searching yours. “Then be with me. If it’s not that long then be with me. Long distance for a little while until you’re done with school,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“Steve. I can’t–” your throat tightened around what you were about to say, scared of what that commitment looked like, scared to fuck it up between you, scared to lose your best friend, but your hesitation broke it anyway.

He dropped his hand away from your cheek, tongue flicking out to run along his lips as he held back his anger. His sadness. Frustration. Snatching his keys from the grass he unlocked the driver side door and flung it open rough.

“No! Wait! I just mean–”

“No!” he shouted into his car and then lowered his voice, tears streaming silently down his cheeks, “No. No more. Good luck with…everything.” And he piled into his car, slamming the door shut and ignoring your cries as you crowded against his window, asking him to stay. To talk about it. To figure things out, but he shifted it in drive and took off down your driveway and into the night.

You weren’t going to fuck it up. Not again.

“No,” and as your admission left your lips the heavy weight that had settled on your shoulders over the last two years started to melt away. “No. I don’t love him.”

Steve’s hold on you tightened, pressing your fingers into his palm and he lifted his free hand to your cheek, eyes searching yours, “Don’t marry him.”

Don’t marry him.

Your breath quickened and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to reason out what you’d just decided and you felt anxious, but Steve was there. And your room was warm and safe. Just like it was when you were younger. When you both laughed and traded secrets and made promises to each other in the dark.

“But. The wedding. The flowers, the cake, the guests–”

“Fuck ‘em,” Steve said, still holding onto your hand, and his words swirled around in your head. “It’s only a wedding. This is your life,” brushing the rough pad of his thumb across your cheek you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, “You’re not happy.”

And you weren’t. You’d had moments with Sam, moments in time where things felt right and like maybe it could be forever, but they were just that. Moments. It shouldn’t be this hard. You’d sacrificed, compromised, bent and twisted yourself to be what Sam wanted, what he needed, not what you wanted and when you finally looked up at Steve you felt tears welling up against your lashes.

“What will my mom say,” your voice wobbled as you tangled your fingers with Steve’s and he gave you a small, reassuring smile.

“She wants you to be happy too. She’ll be okay.”

You were dizzy, hazy with thoughts of not being engaged anymore, buzzing with the anticipation of what this decision meant. Of what it held. What the future could be and you looked back up at Steve, tears started to quietly spill down your cheeks and his hand was quick to gently wipe them away. You shook your head, holding your breath, and when you let it go everything came tumbling out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for making you wait. For hurting you. For everything–”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Steve softly chided, but you pressed on.

“No, no it’s my turn,” you said, voice thick through your tears, and then you turned to cup Steve’s face in your hands. A small smile pulled up at the corners of your mouth even through your crying and you pulled in a breath, “I love you, Stevie. I always have.”

The look on his face then was one of pure adoration, of relief, and he gave you a smile back, “I know. I love you too.”

I love you too.

Pulling him into you, you felt the soft warmth of his breath across your cheek, the smell of his shampoo and fresh laundry flooding your senses. Hesitating, waiting for him to tell you it was okay and he silently answered you by leaning in and closing the gap between your lips, pressing his softly into yours.

It was slow and languid, a thousand I love yous. Years of want and aching set free into the dark of your room as you breathed each other in like air. The feeling of Steve scattering you out into the stars to live with the one you’d deemed as yours, falling between all the glittering constellations and floating in each other.

I love you too.

Reluctantly Steve pulled away from you, eyes fluttering open to look into yours and he took hold of your waist. “Run away with me,” he whispered.

Your brows pulled together, “Run away?”

“Yeah. Right now. Throw your suitcase in my car and we’ll just drive. Get away from everything, just for a little while until you’re ready.”

Mind racing, working through the logistics of what he was suggesting, you almost protested, but something in you fought back. Told you to listen to your heart, not your head. What did you want? What would make you happy?

“Okay.”

“Really?” Steve’s face lit up at your response, like he hadn’t expected it, and you felt your lips pull up into a smile, tears drying on your cheeks as you let the feeling swallow you up in its warmth. The embers in your chest crackling and flickering with life, with a fire that burned only for him.

“Yeah, yeah I don’t care. I just want to be with you,” you felt yourself grow more and more confident, more decided and Steve pulled you in again to press another kiss to your lips. This time it was hotter, bolder, a confession of passion and you grinned into him.

“C’mon, if we go now we can get coffee at that shitty diner just off the highway outside of town,” he was grinning now too.

“They make the best pancakes,” you laughed softly and Steve’s smile melted as he looked at you.

Finally.

He helped you gather your things, carrying your suitcase out to his car, and you felt like you could fly. Lighter than you’d been in years and the thought of just driving down the road with him filled you with warmth. Like watching the sun set at the end of a hot summer day. Like dipping your feet in the pool after sitting in the heat. Sweet like the taste that followed after a tart drink of lemonade.

You left your engagement ring on your dresser, a small folded note under it for Sam telling him sorry. Telling him you hoped he would find what he wanted. That you knew he’d be okay. And as you closed the door to your parents’ house you felt like you were closing that chapter. Ready to start new. To free fall into this open-ended story with Steve and as you settled into his car your eyes caught a small patch of lawn on the side of your house. Bright and soft in the moonlight and full of color.

Wildflowers.

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Ooo could you write luchino and wu chang walking in on their s/o getting punched in the mouth. The context that they missed is that s/o tried to stop a fight but ended up getting their ass handed to em, it did work tho! Fight did stop, mission failed successfully lol

Oh hey look a scorpion 🦂

i love asks like these they make me smile so hard when i get them (these r a bit short tho sorry :c)

scorpion i hope you're still with us now in the moment of posting🙏🙏 you're a real warrior

luchino diruse and wu chang walking in on their s/o getting punched in the mouth hcs🦎☂️

luchino diruse🦎

"Amore mio, where are y- What just happened? What have you done to them!?"

jumps the second he sees the scene in front of him, going straight for the other person's head

you'll have to restrain (warning: very hard considering he weighs the same as an adult grizzly bear and your hands will hurt due to his scales) and keep convincing him for a good 5 minutes that it's your fault, not theirs

good luck with having the patience to get that through tho since he's going to be spewing insults in italian at them and hissing, seeing only red

once it finally gets to him he's... confused? but at the same time he feels incredibly ashamed and will apologize profusely to the other person

as you two get going he's going to groan about how careless you can be and how sometimes you should rethink things before acting

all that complaining while he simultaneously plants you on his shoulder and wipes the blood from your face :')

"Tsk, splendore, you should really think things through first with that head of yours... promise me that you'll be more careful next time, piantagrane, will you? "

wu chang☂️

"___, dearest? Where are you- Oh my!"

xie tries to avoid conflict at all costs so he's quite stumped at first

the first thing he goes for is you, kneeling down and grabbing you the second before you lose your balance and hit the floor

not releasing you from his grip (in fact, he pulls you even closer to him), he starts questioning the other person, his tone hostile and less composed than usual

he's not that much of a hothead so telling him the truth won't take long, and he'll formally apologize to the other person for accusing them, although puzzled on why you're being so defensive of them - you were the one who got hit, after all...

the second you two get a bit further away he starts tending to your injury, not wasting any time, wiping blood off of your lips and nose with his sleeve and checking your jaw in case of broken teeth

"I'm so relieved it wasn't anything worse than this... but please, sweetie, will you be more careful next time? You almost gave me a heart attack... I know you had good intentions, but sometimes you really have to know how to control yourself."

~

"___? Come here, where did you g- Ah, god."

fan would barely supress his laughter tbh

goes up to you, picks up the entirety of your body weight with one hand and puts you back on your feet

starts nagging the other person for details, not even being mad, until you tell him what actually happened and he just loses it and starts laughing uncontrollably

takes you by your hand and yanks you away with him, still laughing as he says his goodbyes

wujiu can be evil yes (especially in this scenario) but he's not a complete asshole 😞 although he'll annoy you to no end about your failed little heroic attempt to stop a fight he'll be doing it so you're going to be less focused on him brushing the blood off your chin with his thumb (GOD FORBID wujiu shows affection without sneaking in something mean)

"Jeez, ___, you should have seen your face when you got hit! You should have known what was coming the second you tried to intervene... H-hey now, would you stop wriggling?! There's more blood under your nose..."

[mondaymelon]

STAWP DAN HENG IS SO HUBBY. LIKE UR SO RIGHT I’VE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE SLAY IRL W RED EYELINER N HORNS. HE’S JUST… BETTER.

but on the topic of anime men HAVE U SEEN THE LUXIEM X SANRIO COLLAB. OMF TAKE MY WALLET IM SO BROKE BUT ITS A NEED n have u heard/seen k9 kuro from vshojo? :) 🤫💞😹

me 2 u <3

NOOO DAN HENG WOULD COOK. HE WOULD CLEAN. HE WOULD CARE FOR AND PROVIDE. WE ALL NEED A DAN HENG IN OUR LIVES. where is he. i placed an order for him on aliexpress months ago and he still hasnt arrive oh noooo did he suffocate in the packaginggg...?? (FR DAN HENG IS JUST BUILT DIFFERENT. THE OTHER MEN IN HSR CANT EVEN COMPARE... okay but like j i n g y u a n allll im saying is that i would kiss himm and maybe)

OMOMGOMGOMGOM EEK THEYRE SO CUTE?!??! IF I HAD MONEY IN MY WALLET ID GIVe IT ALL TO NIJI EVEN WITH THEIR SHITTY MERCH DISTRIBUTION RATES PleASE THEY ALL FIT SO WELL WA A A. A H THE COLOR SCHEMES MA T C H

K9 KURO??!?!? OMG. LOVE HIM. WAKE UP eARLY EVERY FUCKING dAY. WHEN I TOLD YOU. I S C R E A. M E D. S O B E B. E D . C R I E D . when i heard him again. actually wild. i was so miserable for the weeks after his graduation but im so glad to see him happy and reincarnated!!! matara chan too heheheheh gotta love vishoujo for it :) i just dont watch streams on twitch very often which is a bit of a shame cause thats all vishoujo really does but yk ill get more and more into it :))) k9 KURO MY BELOVEDDDD <3333 LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WATCHED HIS ENTIRE FIRST STREAM AFTER DEBUT AND CRIED-LAUGHED FOR LIKE THE ENTIRE DURATIONNN ESP DURING THE HORROR GAMES PART WAAHH

henlo. for you <3

[tonberry-yoda]

Can you make a fugo alphabet fluff? I love your works, I hope you have a great month <3 (Sorry for my poor choice of praise and english)

Fugo Fluff Alphabet

notes - first of all, thank you so much anon!! your english was great, so don't even worry!!! thanks for the request and for the lovely compliment! ive had so much fun with these fluff alphabets and wanna do them for every character LMFAO thanks again anon and have a wonderful week!! <3

based on this post

A CTIVITIES - WHAT DO THEY LIKE TO DO WITH THEIR S/O? HOW DO THEY SPEND THEIR FREE TIME WITH THEM?

He likes to have chill times with you. Nothing is more relaxing than sitting in the living room with you and just reading a book or something. He also loves getting dinner, but prefers taking it home and eating it in the backyard like a picnic.

B EAUTY - WHAT DO THEY ADMIRE ABOUT THEIR S/O? WHAT DO THEY THINK IS BEAUTIFUL ABOUT THEM?

Your intelligence. He is a super smart guy and it doesnt matter how smart you are, he will always admire your brain and how you think. Also, physically, probably your legs lol, idk i just see it

C OMFORT - HOW WOULD THEY HELP THEIR S/O WHEN THEY FEEL DOWN/HAVE A PANIC ATTACK ETC.?

This man has a lot of experience with his own panic attacks, so he would have to know how you need help first before he would be able to help at all. Before any of this, he would sit down and talk to you about how to help you in a tough situation. After that he would help in any way he can and also speak to you very lightly and kindly

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Somewhere comfortable where the two of you aren't stressed out. I feel like the one thing that is absolutely killing him is stress and knowing that you deal with stress too. He needs to know that you're doing okay and would love that to be the future between the two of you <3

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

You have to order his happy meal for him. I think we know the answer to this one. He may be a strong dude, but like, he's definitely the lil baby in the relationship

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

This man, as we know, has some anger issues. Because of this, when he gets pissed at you, he stays pissed at you for a while tbh. Like he isn't just angry at you but at himself and he feels like he can't recover from the argument. He just feels like an asshole who hurt an angels feelings. I think you would have to initiate the forgiveness if you aren't too upset. During the argument he would probably get way too pissed off and start shouting and then he realizes he fucked up and avoids you. Let him know that everything is fine and he will be better <3

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He is very grateful that you are here with him. You have helped him through a lot and to return that, he helps you through a lot. You have helped him realize new stuff in himself and even help him get over bridges he didn't even think he could cross. You are everything to him and he is so thankful for that <33333

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

If you don't know about him being/having been in the mafia, he would hide that from you. I don't think he wants you to know about the dangerous stuff he's seen. He also keeps his past a secret from you. Honestly, he keeps a lot from you, which you slowly pull out from him

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Oh, absolutely. You made him less angry and pent up. He had a lot of internal problems that affected him externally and you were able to help him through a lot of that

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

YES YES YES! Like I just feel like he'll get really self conscious when he sees you laughing or smiling with someone else. It's hard for him to be super confident, so seeing you around someone he thinks is better looking than him or something can really make him upset. To deal with it, he ignores it as best as possible and gets angy

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Oh hell yeah. I think at first, like the first kiss that you had after a nice dinner, he didn't know what to do. You kissed him and he didn't really know that there was a rule where he had to kiss back, so he was still as a statue. But after he got the hand of it, he is an AMAZING kisser. Very soft lips 10/10

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I think the two of you were reading or something at the library and he passed you a note that said: I like you. We should hang out. Shortly after, the two of you started dating

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

tbh, I really don't know. I think the idea appeals to him, but at the same time, he really enjoys where you guys are. He would have to think about it a lot down the road. But if he were to propose, it would be in private and I think he would prefer to get eloped.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Simple stuff like honey or darling or dear, but all in Italian

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He smiles a lot more. Like especially around you. He just has a constant little smile on his lips and it's really cute. It's kind of obvious to others, especially close friends since he acts relatively different, which isn't a normal Fugo thing, so they totally make fun of him. To express his feelings, he always tells you how much he loves you and it really means a lot

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

PDA is a big no for him I think. He prefers kisses and stuff privately. The most he'll do is kiss you in a park or something, but never in public. Like holding hands is a sometimes thing, but yeah he really doesn't like showing off his relationship in public

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

Lots of care and understanding. He will give you space when you need it and always provide what you need when you need it

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I don't really think he's romantic or creative in any of these aspects. I feel like he just treats the relationship as it is. Sure, he'll take you on dates, but it's never anything crazy. It's more calm than anything

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He is always there to help. He will drop anything to help you out. He is your biggest supporter because dreams to him are very important. So know that he's always got your back

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He is definitely more routine. He needs to have his day go the way he plans because it makes his life easier. It's nice though because you have become a part of his routine <3

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He is VERY understanding. He knows you very well, so he knows when something is up or when you need space or even when you need him by your side. He is more than caring and you don't even need to ask him for things, he'll just be there

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You definitely mean a lot to him, but sometimes, he will put the others like Bruno in front of you. They have gotten him out of the worst of stuff, so he definitely holds them on a pedestal, but if you understand, that makes him very happy

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always smells really good so when you hug him, he gives off this lovely sweet smell that you can't get enough of. It's like strawberry shortcake and vanilla

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Not really. He prefers getting that kind of love from you, he won't really start any cuddles or anything

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

You are a big part of his routine, so when you're gone, he has to reorganize EVERYTHING and that pisses him off so much. It takes him a while to get back on track without eyebags, but eventually things for him will get back to normal until you come back.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He's not a huge risk taker, so no. If you don't want the relationship anymore, he will understand and that's that. He will fight for you and protect you at all costs for sure, but if you really feel like things are over, it will end

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[pinkbrries]

— A–Z with June —

[find hannah’s version here] | [find izabella’s version here] | june’s masterlist

➤ A is for… after experiencing “feelings” i’ve decided that this just isn’t for me, but thank you for the opportunity

➤ B is for… *talking to heeseung* bro your vibes are so cool and you’re amazing… hold my hand bro

➤ C is for… call it whatever you want: an ‘accident’ or a ‘near death experience’ but the truth is: that was a vibe check from god

➤ D is for… dude, at this point? i think the easiest way to feel ‘wanted’ is to simply rob a bank / [jake looking at her with concern] noona, don’t

➤ E is for… everyone here must know that it’s not blood that runs through these veins but glitter gel pen ink

➤ F is for… fortunately for me but unfortunately for my company, i will keep doing whatever i want

➤ G is for… *looking at the i-land cameras* good morning! … but at what cost

➤ H is for… *reading a weird comment on vlive* haha yeah–uhm, babygirl… there is something obviously wrong with your brain… haha

➤ I is for… i suck at flirting, i end up fighting with them instead:/

➤ J is for… just so everyone know, this is my emotional support song, so nope, i won’t change it

➤ K is for… kisses? the only person that deserve my kisses is kim sunoo<3

➤ L is for… *trying to imitate jake* LETS GAUUUUURRRR

➤ M is for… mmh yeah, i’m not going to wear my contacts anymore, i’ve seen enough

➤ N is for… next time i’m opening to someone is during my autopsy

➤ O is for… okay but whoever has my voodoo doll, please kiss its forehead, i need it

➤ P is for… *’02 liners nagging at june because she won a game* [june looking behind the camera] pd-nim! they simply hate to see a girl boss winning

➤ Q is for… *during her solo vlive* question here engenes: do you ever want to just yell in someone’s face to date you? because same

➤ R is for… *singing at jay* row row row your boat, far away from me~

➤ S is for… sometimes it’s you and your cute comfy oversized sweater against the world and that’s okay

➤ T is for… *winks at the sky* this is for the aliens

➤ U is for… *reading a comment* ‘unnie, can you recommend me some musicals?’ yeah, i really like musicals but like, the real good musicals, for example the barbie movies–

➤ V is for… velvet? oh, as red velvet sunbaenim! [starts dancing ‘red flavor’ out of the blue]

➤ W is for… what can i say? i’m charming and irresponsible– i mean– irresistible;)

➤ X is for… *reading a math question in weekly idol* x+2y+6– wait a minute, JUNE! [raises her hand] THAT’S A TXT SUNBAENIM’S SONG! / [mc’s start laughing] no june, this is an actual math problem / oh…

➤ Y is for… you say you have a crush on a boy, but is he kim hongjoong sunbaenim? min yoongi sunbaenim? jeon wonwoo sunbaenim? because if he’s not, then thank you, next

➤ Z is for… zebras are so cool though, they didn’t want to be normal horses so they decided on painting stripes on theirselves… good for them

[tooti-fruiti]

GLITZ AND GLAMOR [CHAPTER 4]

Sans and Papyrus

You held your arms together because you walked into a forest covered in snow somehow.

At this point you knew better than to question it.

You walked forward in the show, shivering.

You stepped over a giant stick and walking a few feet ahead of it.

You heard a loud boom and turned around.

The stick was smashed.

Something was here with you, and it knew you were here.

You carried on forward, trying to make as little noise as you possible could.

When you were about to step over a gate, you stopped.

You heard snow crunching footsteps behind you.

You were frozen in fear, you couldn't move.

" h u m a n . "

" d o n ' t

y o u

k n o w

h o w

t o

g r e e t

a

n e w

p a l ? "

" t u r n

a r o u n d

a n d

s h a k e

m y

h a n d . "

You slowly turned around, not wanting to upset the person behind you.

You closed your eyes out of fear and held out your hand.

You felt a cold boney hand touch your fingers.

And when it grabbed your hand, you felt something squishy and heard a loud fart noise.

You opened your eyes and jumped back in surprise.

In front of you was a skeleton about your height laughing at the prank it just pulled, wearing a blue hoodie, black basketball shorts, and pink slippers.

"ah the ol' whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it's always funny." He said.

He smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

"anyways, i'm sans. sans the skeleton. i'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now."

You grew worried.

"but uh y'know. i don't really care about capturing anybody."

You sighed a breath of relief.

Sans laughed. "sorry kid, didn't mean to spook you."

"however, my brother papyrus, he's a human hunting fanatic. hey, let's go across this bridge thingy my bro's right over there."

"Wait! I don't want to go over there if he's over there!" You said.

"eh, don't worry. i'll hide ya. go behind that conveniently shaped lamp."

Sans pointed at a lamp and it was shaped exactly like you.

How convenient.

"SANS!" You heard a high pitched voice yell as you hid behind the lamp.

You stayed still.

"sup bro?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT'S "SUP" BROTHER! IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES!"

As the voice carried on talking, you began to assume that this voice was Papyrus, sans's brother.

"NO! I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! I HAVE TO CAPTURE A HUMAN! I WILL BE THE ONE! I MUST BE THE ONE!"

"THEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! RESPECT! RECOGNITION!"

"hmm. maybe this lamp will help." Sans said.

Papyrus groaned. "SANS HOW COULD A LAMP HELP MY HUMAN PROBLEM, IT'S NOT LIKE THERE'S A HUMAN BEHIND IT!"

You froze.

"totally not."

"EXACTLY! THAT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS!"

You never felt so relieved before.

"AND YOU'RE NOT MUCH HELP EITHER. ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE!"

What's a boondoggle?

"YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERYDAY!"

"hey, take it easy bro. i've gotten a ton of work done today. a skele-ton."

"SANS!"

Ugh. Not dad jokes.

"what? that one was funny!"

"IT WAS AND I HATE IT!"

Papyrus groaned again.

"WHY DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME HAVE TO DO SO MUCH JUST TI GET SOME RECOGNITION?!"

"damn bro. sounds like you're working yourself...to the bone."

"UGH! I'M LEAVING!"

"OH! AND ONE MORE THING, PUT A LITTLE MORE...BACKBONE IN YOUR WORK!"

Papyrus laughed a weird "nyeh heh heh" laugh and ran away.

"nice one bro!" Sans called out.

Sans chuckled. "okay you can come out now, kid."

You slowly reappeared from the lamp.

"Is he gone?" You asked.

Sans nodded. "He's gone."

You sighed and sat down on a rock.

"Thanks, Sans."

"eh it's not trouble. say, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure." You said.

"my brother has never seen a human before and seeing you might just make his day."

"What if he like...I don't know...managed to capture me or something?" You said.

"don't worry. he's not dangerous. even if he tries to be."

"Sure, I can do it then."

"thanks a million." Sans said. "i'll be up ahead."

Sans then jumped up, and a bright light flashed and suddenly sans was gone.

You stared at where he was, confused.

Where did he go?

(Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day)

<- Chapter three

Chapter five->

[marilostfieldblog]

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript starts inside what appears to be a hospital room, the camera in someone's jacket pocket as multiple people stand around in a room. Multiple beeps ring through the room before someone finally speaks.]

?: Do you think… Y'know. He'll wake up?

[Voice identified: Sarah.]

?: Maybe? I hope so.

[Voice identified: Ness Kylie Hoffson.]

S: Yeah same… Still do owe him an apology for the whole. Going missing thing.

?: Not really. Almost all of us kinda did that when you think about it.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Yeah, I… he doesn’t exactly know that I’m… alive. So if– when. When he wakes up, that’ll be an awkward conversation that will have to be held pretty much immediately. I’m still mentally preparing myself for that.

[Voice identified: Edgar Elliot Pression.]

M: On the bright… Kinda bright side. We all kinda have to have awkward conversations with Henry. With my face looking like a cat scratch pad, Sarah being… Alive in general. Rose making peace with Eden I guess?

Ne: Excuse me. What?

E: Rose making what with who?

M: Yeah. She forgave Eden for what happened to her. Something about ‘moving on’ I'll show you the transcript later if you want.

E: [A long sigh.] Yeah, sure. Must’ve missed that one.

Ne: Hi yes. Um. ROSE. DID FUCKING WHAT!

M: Made peace with Eden.

Ne: THE WOMAN WHO HELPED DO THIS TO HENRY?

M: Dude I don't fuckin’ know. Talk to Rose about it.

E: PR is… weird. Any interaction with them is weird. You likely didn’t see the transcript where Cassius and I argued about hot dog buns for like, 15 minutes and then kissed as a diversion.

Ne: WHAT HUH?

S: Ness. Don't you kinda work for PR part time now?

[Ness slowly looks over to Edgar. Scared.]

E: Neat, you can ask him about it when you see him again. [A short pause.] What? What’s with that look?

Ne: You aren't mad?

E: [With a small smile.] I’ve learned that sometimes things like this are better when you just accept them.

Ne: Oh. Uh ok…

M: We also have to probably tell him about the AI living in Rose's computer. So his little techy heart doesn't blow up.

E: I’m just hoping he doesn’t have a heart attack when he sees me.

M: Or… Any of us besides Ness.

[Edgar laughs quietly, glancing around the room.]

E: Yeah.

[The heart monitor in the room continues beeping, Ness looking at the head of the person in the hospital bed as the figure's arm moves slightly.]

M: Did his arm just move?

E: Huh? If it did, I’ll… take a step back. He’s your friend, you guys should be in front.

Ne: You’re also his friend y’know?

E: You guys have known each other for years! I’ve known him for a total of like, 3 months. You guys should get to talk to him first.

Ne: Bruh.

[The person's head slightly moves to the side, before one of the figure's legs stretches out and the person yawns a bit.]

Ne: Henry? Buddy you awake?

M: OI! You up dude?

[The person can barely be seen opening their eyes slowly, before looking at Ness.]

?: [Slowly.] N- Ness..?

[Voice identified: Henry.]

Ne: Yeah! Yeah it's me! I'm here!

[Henry slowly looks around the room, before stopping on Sarah. Sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.]

H: [Still slow.] Y- You…

S: Hey. Been a while huh?

H: Y- You're… alive..?

S: Yep. So are they.

[Sarah points at the camera and by extension Mari, who Henry slowly looks towards before turning almost as pale as a ghost.]

H: F- Face..!

M: Yea. It's a little fucked up, but I'm still alive!

S: [Quietly.] Barely.

H: Y- You all… You all here..?

Ne: Except Rose. Cuz she's still in the hospital somewhere.

H: T- The small ones?

Ne: Also here in the hospital.

H: T- That's goo-

[Henry looks towards where Edgar is standing, stopping everything. Before slowly looking back at Ness.]

H: Ness. P- Please call… D- Doctor.

Ne: Why?

H: I'm s- seeing. G- ghost.

E: [Softly.] Oh.

Ne: Edgar. Cover your ears if this is still something that upsets you?

E: I’ll be fine.

H: W- What?

Ne: So you know the show right?

H: O- one with… Jenby?

Ne: Yeah. Edgar didn't actually get… Shot. He got locked in a fucking closet with no way to talk to us or for us to talk to him.

H: O- Oh… S- So n- not a ghost..?

Ne: Nope! As human as the rest of us right Edgar?

E: Last time I checked, yep. Hey, man. Um… sorry.

H: D- don't… a- apologize.

E: … Alright. Welcome back, Henry.

H: H- Hi…

M: So how are you feeling?

H: Eepy.

M: Makes sense. Uh… Should we fully update you or just the semi to fully important stuff?

H: P- Please.

M: First. Edgar kissed Cassius.

H: D- Damn.

[Henry looks jokingly upset at Edgar.]

E: Why that first!?

M: Because it's funny.

E: God, fine. I guess it was a little funny.

S: He also apparently had gay sex twice?

H: D- Damn.

E: GUYS. WHAT THE HELL.

M: HE NEEDS TO BE TOLD THE SILLY SHIT FIRST! IT'S PADDING BEFORE HE FINDS OUT THE SAD STUFF!

E: Ugh, I guess. I should probably throw in my stuff, too. I got home alone’d twice by a little blond kid named Kevin. Covered in feathers and glitter and whatnot.

H: W- What?

[Henry begins laughing, looking at Edgar.]

E: I know! It was fucking ridiculous!

H: A- anything else s- silly happen?

M: Adam taught Sparrow arson.

H: What.

E: There’s not much to it. He skittered over to Sparrow and taught them how to light shit on fire. I’m going to have to hide the lighters.

H: P- probably…

M: Oh! Cassidy is here. She got unmasked all that stuff.

H: N- Nice…

S: Is that all the… Stuff that won't piss him off or make him sad?

E: Does Nicholas dying count as silly.

H: Ha! B- Bitch. I- Is Eden… A- Also dead?

E: [Cringing.] Ooooh… right…

Ne: Nope but that… Crosses over into the other stuff. OH! You remember trickster?

H: T- The thing… P- Put into S- Sparrow? M- Made them… M- Mean?

Ne: Yeah. Sparrow made them chill out. Their name is Peony now and they live on Rose's computer.

[Henry's eyes light up with joy, looking at Ness.]

Ne: Yeah… So. Who wants to start the bad part of the reunion?

E: I could. Just need to figure out where to begin.

H: W- Will? W- Where's… W- will.

Ne: oh. Oh uh god. Alive. At the apartment. Blind. Long story.

H: J- Jesus…

E: Are we working backwards? If so, I’ll wait to share the closet stuff.

Ne: Going in random order.

E: So… should I?

Ne: Go ahead.

E: Well, uh… I’m hoping that showing you this [Edgar holds his left arm out, sleeve rolled up to reveal the many bite marks on it.] will be enough to fill you in on that.

H: F- Fuck… I- Christ.

E: Did what I had to. You… just barely missed the day I got out. A lot of other shit happened, but I’ll wait for the others to recap before I talk about that.

Ne: My kill count is officially 4.

H: …

E: I… forgot about that.

Ne: Yeah.

H: I- Innocent?

Ne: No… It was in self defense.

M: Rose made peace with Eden.

[Henry sits up, clenching his head.]

H: W- WHAT?

M: Yeah.

H: I… Ugh…

S: Mari lied to Showfall about killing me.

E: … Which I have now realized accidentally paralleled what happened with me.

M: OH. My bad. Sorry.

E: Don’t worry about it, how could you have known?

M: Yeah true.

S: The escape went… As well as it could have. I'll let Edgar fill you in on what he did.

E: [Grinning.] I set 7 parts of the mall on fire with molotovs. [The grin fades.] And… brought my kill count up to a number I’m very not proud of. Also, I’m down another rib.

H: I s- see…

E: It was… a very not fun day. Or… hm. Well…? Okay, never mind. Sorry.

M: Rose had a gun pointed at her head for 9 hours. While you did… Whatever so.

E: Fun and not fun. I finally got a small amount of revenge.

M: Yeah but you also missed Ruby fucking ragdolling Emi.

E: Aw, right… I forgot about that. Damn.

H: E- emi dead?

M: Yep. And the only person upset is… Rose for some… reason.

E: They were related. And… hm. I don’t know why else she’s upset, but I kinda get it.

H: Oh…

M: Anything else?

Ne: Henry knows I'm helping PR so nothing on my end.

E: … Speaking of PR, though… That shit with Nicholas. And the… [Edgar vaguely gestures to his back.]

M: Oh yeah… Nicholas remasked and branded Edgar.

H: W- WHAT THE FUC-

[Henry begins coughing, having to lay back down.]

E: Don’t worry, I’m… okay-ish now. Just… a bit uncomfortable to feel on my skin.

M: We could cut it off.

E: NO.

M: IT WOULD WORK!

Ne: MARI WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS. YOU CAN'T ANSWER EVERYTHING WITH A KNIFE OR FIRE.

E: Please refrain from cutting my skin off. Please and motherfucking thank you.

S: Hey guys, won't a bunch of doctor's be here soon?

E: … will they?

H: P- probably.

E: Shit, I’ve gotta skedaddle. Can’t be trapped in the damn hospital again.

Ne: Are we sure Rose isn't your birth daughter because fucking hell you two act alike.

E: I’m pretty sure she got it from me.

Ne: Yeah.

E: Bye!

[Edgar does a small salute to the group, and walks out the door of the room, turning a corner and immediately bumping into someone audibly.]

E: [Muffled.] Shit, sorry! I’ll be on my way, uh��

?: [Muffled.] SIR??? Oh my god, I’m going to need you to follow me!

E: [Muffled.] Wh– hey! No! Let go!

[His protests fade as he’s dragged off.]

Ne: Damn.

M: You give him the rope?

Ne: NO! It's still at Marina's old house. I was lying through my teeth for real.

M: Damn. Why?

Ne: HE NEEDS A DOCTOR!

M: Yeah that's fair.

H: Hm… C- Can I come back… T- To apartment with y'all?

Ne: Yeah probably. After some doctors clear you.

S: Speaking of leaving. Mari you really need to start leaving your phone at home.

M: Is it recording?

S: Yep.

M: GOD FUCKING DAMNI-

[End transcript.]

[countlessrealities]

@misstantabismuses​​ sent:  ☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them? (I need Rick to answer this XD) Muses talking about the mun || Accepting !

Ice blue eyes linger on the question for a moment, before Rick scoffs, but under the annoyance that curls his features there’s a little smirk. It’s not every day that he gets given free rein to speak his mind. Oh, he always does it anyway, but right now? He won’t face any consequences for it.

“I-I’m going to assume that t-the first part of this fuckin’ question is rhetorical, b-because fuckin’ duh. F-Fuckin’ multi-muse, i-it’s written everywhere. I-I’d have shit to say about that too, but eh. I-I guess I’ll leave it for the next rant.”

He shrugs, leaning against the workbench in a way that’s only apparently casual.

“Let’s get fuckin’ started.”

“Summer an-and Morty. Sum-Sum is cool, w-we have a lot of good parties an-and shit together. S-She annoys the hell out of me at times, b-but she makes up for it because she’s useful an-and I can always have her running errands for me. A-As for Morty...we have a complicated relationship, b-but he’s my little buddy. M-My adventure partner. S-So, I guess he sort of is my favourite...b-but if you tell anyone, I-I’ll fucking deny it. H-He’s also a pain in my ass w-when he gets too cocky or too stubborn, but...W-We work well together. W-We’re a fuckin’ good team. An-And he always includes me in his threads, one way or the other, s-so I fuckin’ appreciate that.”

“T-Then there’s Stan and A-991. W-We’re pals, he’s really fuckin’ fun to hang around. An-And it’s great to play cards with someone w-who’s almost as good as me at cheating. A-AR is one of the few Ricks I can stand. I-I guess we’re friends, kind of? S-Scotty has their canon for us, b-but it doesn’t apply to all my verses, s-so it’s mostly something they keep in their head.”

“An-And then there’s Jinx an-and Blitzo. O-Our Jinx is okay, I guess? S-She mostly keeps away, s-so I don’t really engage her. B-But it’s fun to see her playing pranks on the other muses...n-not so much when she targets me. B-Blitzo is fun to have around. W-We butt heads a lot an-and he’s a fuckin’ idiot and g-goddammit, you should see his room in the mindscape...N-Never seen that much horse stuff in the same place, holy shit. B-But I like his sense of humour, s-so we can have a laugh.”

“M-Millie and Stan’s great grandkid? N-No opinions. I-I’ve never talked to them, an-and I don’t really care to. I-I think Mabel is friends with my Morty, b-but it’s hard to tell. I-I don’t pay any attention to her at all.”

“T-The other three Ricks and the other Morty...T-They are basically fuckin’ useless. I-I don’t fuckin’ get why Scotty keeps them on the blog. I-I mean, they take up space an-and nothing else. I-It’s not like they get to write them, s-so they could just throw them out. N-No one wants to write with them, so w-what’s the goddamn point?”

He finally pauses for a moment, his expression slowly shifting into a scowl. And now for the grand finale. He has let the three people he can’t stand as the last for a reason.

“N-Now that all this is out of the way...t-the fuckin’ evil trio. I-I don’t even fuckin’ know where to start from. J-Jesus, have you fucking seen them? T-The demonic nacho, President Psycho an-and his Rick feral pet? W-What...Ho-How could anyone like them? T-They are fuckin’ creepy, fuckin’ annoying an-and just as fuckin’ pleasant as a cactus shoved up your ass w-without lube.”

He throws his hands in the air before crossing them on his chest.

“I-I have never seen tha-that fuckin’ triangle being normal, n-not even for five seconds. H-He just hangs there, making shitty deals an-and constantly finding loopholes an-and just staring at you with that one eye of yours...An-and don’t get me started on how he drinks or eat. O-Or on that goddamn monster tongue an-and teeth he grows out of his eyelids. S-Shits, he makes killer martinis an-and he’s really good at the piano, b-but everything else? He’s fuckin’ terrible.”

“T-The little freak is just...f-fuckin’ unbearable. W-What fourteen years old is that creepy? I-I swear, he’s supposed to be a version of Morty, b-but he’s a race on his own. H-He has this polite exterior, all empty smiles an-and elaborate words. I-It gives me the chills every time b-because I know it’s fake, b-but it’s so good that I-I almost thing it’s not. I-It drive me insane. An-And, worst of all? He’s smart. H-Here I say it and here I deny it, but fuck. Tha-That makes it even more dangerous. N-No empathy, ruthlessness an-and intelligence? I-I don’t give a shit about it, b-but damn. Keep him away.”

“An-And Evil Rick...I-I can see whom the little creep take after. T-The guy doesn’t have a hint of sanity left. H-He speaks just a few words an-and when he does...He’s fuckin’ scary. An-And I don’t scare easily. H-He lingers in the mindscape with this cold gloomy aura all around him an-and ruins my vibes all the time. An-And when he isn’t? He’s cooped up i-in his lab of horrors d-doing shit that would make Freddy Krueger shit himself. I-I had a few...not so pleasant experiences with him an-and let’s say that I’ve learnt to leave him alone.”

“An-And you know what’s worse than President Psycho an-and Psycho Senior? T-The two of them together. I-I’m not fuckin’ touching that. Nope. B-But Scotty has this fucked up verse where they ‘make up’ or-or whatever an-and it’s one of the most messed relationships I-I’ve ever seen.”

He shakes his head, as to chase away whatever image has popped up in the front of his mind.

“B-But yeah, I’m done. T-To sum it up? T-This place is an overcrowded zoo w-with some pleasant moments.”

[syrupypoo]

Get to know me. Something a little lighter ;)

A) What does the last text you sent say? And to whom? It's a cute kissy sticker sent to my fiancé.

B) What does the last text you recieved say? And from whom? "Mommy" and link to a YT short from my son.

C) What time do you wake up most mornings? Too fucking early.

D) Are you afraid of walking alone at night? No. I love night walks 💕

E) What do you do to relax at the end of a stressful day? Very hot epsom salt bath in the Dark or maybe with a candle put on YT, usually Smosh, and just chill and laugh.

F) Where did your last kiss take place and with whom? My fiancé, in our bed, before he left for work.

G) Do/did you get into trouble a lot at school? For sure. I had a hellish upbringing and, oh boy, I was a product of my environment.

H) Do you enjoy your job? If unemployed, are you content being so? Do and don't. I love problem solving so the technical aspect is very pleasing but I loathe angsty entitled people.

I) Do you often pick up on double entendres and innuendos? Almost never 🥴

J) Have you ever been offered drugs but declined? Yes.

K) Have you ever met someone who has completely altered your way of thinking? Yes, forever.

L) Have you ever been offered drugs and accepted? Yes, many times. I was absolutely wild once upon a time.

M) Tell us something weird that turns you on. Big noses.

N) When did someone last admit romantic or sexual feelings for you? Was the feeling mutual? I mean, all the time, I am in a long term committed relationship. I did have a friend though, and that was not mutual.

O) What is something you have given a lot of thought to lately? So much stuff. I think too much.

P) When did you last swallow your beliefs to avoid an argument or confrontation? With a child who was being fed really inappropriate religious bs and regurgitating it.

Q) Do you usually initiate hugs? Sometimes.

R) Are you a very affectionate person? I'm either overly or absolutely not!

S) Can you roll your own cigarettes? Smoking is gross.

T) What are you looking forward to? Sleep. Getting married. Halloween. Improving myself physically and mentally.

U) Do you have any tattoos. Do you want any/more? Yes and yes.

V) Are you mentally strong? I think definitely. I survived a lot. It's given me so much perspective. I've seen a lot. I know so many people that didn't come out the other end.

W) Are you physically strong? Not terribly so right now but working on it again now that I can.

X) Do you think you’re a good person? Yes and no. I don't think anyone is fully good or bad. I think I do my best but I'm not always good. I'm human. I'm selfish.

Y) Name one thing you wish you could change about your life right now. Wish I had a maid so my OCD wouldn't fuck with me so hard. Wish I didn't have to work so I could spend more time with my baby.

Z) What do you usually eat for breakfast? Matcha latte. Matcha is foods

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO

@fernsnailz #losing my mind over this#what two bottles of nyquil does to a mf

@expertsnailholder Is that why Sonic had a cold all that time during satsr

@kookychicken @laineybug04 lmfao, thanks ❤️😂

@phosphorcopter *slides a plate of cookies across the table* tell me more

@dragonix2002 I remember S&tBK's ending.... It's funnier now.

@crystalstryker I mean, he did have a cold in Secret Rings...

@bcbdrums You mean they’re not?

@talhick Oh no. Love to see what secret rings fever dream looks like.

@theflyinguyarulisleftkneecap I’m dying of contained laughter you monster

@rubix-the-striped-tenrec Lol- I'd love to see more

@someonebored0100 Oh my funckin god y e s

@loveatonofdemons goddammit sonic-

@sonic-brosos #iM acRYING#sonic+shadow+tails

@weirdertypee Oh my g o d @drunkin-kong-donic #i love this

@supersparkey YES PLEASE @favi014 Omfg

@mlpandyblue OH SHI- @13salem Oh my gosh

@sunshinecassette #OAHWIWHWJA

@charmallows #FJSKGKSGLAF #this is amazing

@survivalstep #HGDHDHJFBFJFDJF OH NO

@redhead7675 This is the funniest thing I've seen all week Also FUCK the king Arthur fight

@laineybug04 Oh my god, I just scared the shit out of my cat from laughing so hard. Best damn head canon ever. 

@sparkylurkdragon As someone who unironically uses “it was a fever dream” to explain weirder elements of a story (see: most of Skies of Arcadia: Legends’ bonus bosses and the entirety of Metroid: Other M), I approve. #I have never played the storybook games#so this isn't an indictment of their quality#they just seemed to have weird concepts even for sonic is all#oh dear#medical cw

@kidof CAN THIS BE ENTIRELY CANON @eshare00 noted

@chacolachao I PHYSICALLY LAUGHED AT THIS NOW YOU ALL MUST SEE IT TOO #yes#no u don't understand#i actually made real noises#no lol could ever describe

@boobachu The first battle with Lancelot is easy cuz he didn't expect it and didn't want to hurt Sonic The second time is harder cuz he had to deal with Sonic's bullshit all weekend and is just through. #Sonic was seriously sick#oops#I hav#was too slow#Then Amy murders him for missing their date and Tails was like and she was like and Robotnik's like This is funny cuz I just broke my steak knife trying to cut this ribeye

@lynxneige Wakes up in a coma: holy shit, wtf happened?

@cosmic--fall Because I have fever dreams a lot when i’m sick, this is relatable XD Fever dream soundtracks are on point

@aeonchangeling ...and I love every thing that fans ever produced when it came to Sonic and the Black Knight, all the fanart, fanfics, comics, etc... I DON’T KNOW WHY

@nightshadereaper I’m guessing that the curse in sonic and the secret rings was heart burn 

@juliemultiverse ......... I don’t know if I should laugh or.... At one point in black knight sonic fights Lancelot... this means he comes at shadow with a fucking knife!

@stupiddykingqueer #this is a genius idea lmaooo

@realdonkeykong #oh thank god hes almost done#sonic going on lengthy emotional monologues to an invisible scene partner#and the others are just like

@irkiem #love this love this love this#this is so stupid and flows exactly right with this franchise's goofy ass emo phase tone

@fluffyk97 #THE STORYBOOK GAMES BEING FEVERDREAMS IS SO FUNNYYWGGSHDGHSHS#Especially if Tails had to deal with it everytime#Like the Black Knight happening after Secret Rings and Tails is just 'not AGAIN UGH-'

@hot-topic-wannabe #awww shadow showing up to help ❤️❤️❤️❤️ i cry

@soulfire-of-void #HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH#W H E E Z E#OH MY FUCKING GOD-#THIS IS PERFECT#void screaming#D Y I N G

What if sonic and the black knight/ sonic and the secret rings were fever dreams.

[mxmmyviolet]

Kidnapped (g!p oneshot)

For the past few weeks i've been coming into the woods. I sneak out at night and I walk the woods in the dark, mostly because it's peaceful. But also because recently while I was walking, I kept hearing noises and then I saw someone. She was a woman who has thick curly hair, always wears black. I saw her face one time and since then I just want to meet her.

The last few times I went she wasn't there. I don't know her at all, I don't know her name, all I know is that she is just so fucking attractive.

That night I snuck out of my room to walk the woods.

It was a cold night so I had extra clothes on. I walked into the woods and just looked around, it was really windy and really dark.

After a while I started hearing weird noises and it just got even more windy.

I then heard a evil laugh in the distance and I turn around and I see that woman just standing there with her wand in her hand.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here so late?" she said walking up to me.

"O-oh I just like w-walking out here at n-night" i stuttered as I saw her face again.

"I know that, i've seen you every time you've come though here, and every time I see you, I go crazy." she said

She takes a few steps closer and we are only 2 feet away from one another.

"I've b-been looking for you also" I admit

"I know you have and now i'm here, so how about we go back to my manor?" she asked

"Oh mommy, yes please" i said

When I said that she gently whimpered as she felt her cock grow in her pants.

I looked down and I saw something growing in her pants.

"O-oh my... g-god" i stuttered as I saw her bulge grow.

"S-since when did you have a.."

"I was born with it darling, but you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this moment" she said as she aggressively grabs me and we go to her manor.

When we get to her manor she takes me upstairs to her huge bedroom and closes and locks the door and puts on the silencing charm.

"Look at you, laying there, not taking your eyes off of me, you're just a needy little slut" she smirked

I nodded my head and I spread my legs open.

She looked at me and she ripped off my underwear and saw my dripping pussy.

"Oh fuck this pussy is absolutely perfect for my cock"

She said as she took off her pants and her shirt and her boobs are laying perfectly in her bra.

She took off her boxers and her bra and her cock sprang up, it was huge.

"Please I need to fuck you so badly y/n, you're so wet for me"

"Y-Yes please fuck me, please!" i said

She then rubbed the tip of her cock against my slit and I moaned at the feeling, then she slowly enters inside me.

"Fuck you're so tight, it feels so good" Bella said on my ear.

"oh fuck d-don't stop p-please! h-harder!" i screamed

As I said that she grabbed my hips and thrusted me even more.

"I-im gonna cum p-please let me cum!" 

With a few more thrusts she allowed me to finally cum and I screamed as loud as I can.

I dropped on the bed and I was breathing really heavy.

"t-thank you" I stuttered while looking at her.

Of course, now lets get you to bed.

[diorleclerc]

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫

author’s note - i also have a sfw version for carlos coming out soon :)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

lots of cuddles and kisses. i feel like he would like talking after too. he’d be cracking little jokes to make you smile and laugh. and also telling you how much he loves you too.

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

he loves your thighs!! he loves when you wrap them around his head while he’s between them, tongue lapping away at your pussy. and when you wrap them around his waist to push his cock even deeper inside you.

but he also loves laying on them as you play with his hair.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

inside, always. he loves filling you up. he seems like he might have a breeding kink too.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he always keeps a pair of your panties in his suitcase when he’s away from you. the first time you gave him a pair, you snuck them into his suitcase as a surprise and he ended up winning the race that weekend.

so from that weekend on, he continued to ask for a pair of your panties every race weekend as his good luck charm.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

oh he’s experienced. he knows exactly how to make you feel euphoric and amazing. he knows your body like the back of his hand.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary but with your legs wrapped around his waist. he loves how much deeper he’s inside you with that angle.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think he’d be more serious during the moment but definitely more goofy during aftercare.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not completely bare but trimmed and tidy.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

superrrr intimate. always whispering praise into your ear. telling you things like “you look so beautiful taking my cock princesa” and “you’re doing so well, baby”

always checking in on you to make sure you’re okay and you like everything he’s doing too.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

back to the panties thing. he definitely uses your panties to jack off when he’s away from you.

he loves the feeling of the soft lace around his cock. he would send you pictures of them covered in his cum too 🤤

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

he likes marking you up with hickeys. he loves seeing the little purple marks littered across your skin.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he’s down to fuck anywhere but his favorite has to be when you’re riding him in his car.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

it doesn’t take much to turn him on to be honest. he’d be turned on by anything and pretty much everything that you do.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

gags. i don’t think he’d like gagging you. he likes hearing all the pretty noises you make for him so he’d never gag you.

however, he does use his fingers to muffle your moans sometimes. that’s the only way he’d ever cover up your moans.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely prefers giving. have you seen his tongue? he definitely knows how to use it to make you see stars.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

most of the times it’s slow and sensual. he likes to take his time with you.

but after a bad race or if you were acting bratty? yeah he’s gonna be rough and ruin you.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he prefers spending more time with you but there are times where he just needs you right away and will pull you into the bathroom or have you ride him in his car.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s down to experiment but not with anything too crazy. maybe some light bondage or new positions to see what you guys like but that’s pretty much it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

two rounds, maybe three. and he can last pretty long. if you were being a brat, he could tease you for hours.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys. i think he’d prefer to make you feel good on his own, using his fingers, mouth and his cock.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease you as much as you tease him. you’re the one who’s always instigating things, trailing a hand up his thigh or whispering some dirty words in his ear.

but there have been times where he surprises you by giving you a taste of your own medicine.

something like “if you don’t stop teasing me, i won’t make you cum for the rest of the week princess.”

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

veryyyy loud and vocal. you’ll definitely be hearing lots of noises from him when you’re in bed together. lots of groans, grunts and growls.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

carlos’ lips were busy sucking marks onto your inner thighs while you whines for him to move them to your pussy.

“come on princess, you know whining isn’t gonna get you what you want. tell me what you really want and i’ll give it to you,” he says, biting your thigh softly before soothing it with his tongue.

“carlos please,” you continue to whine, trying to wiggle your hips but he just pins them down. “please what, baby?”

“i want your tongue,” you whine. “and where do you want my tongue?” he asks, continuing to mark up your inner thighs as his kissed his way up your body.

“here?” he asks, kissing your stomach up to your tits where he’d leave a few more hickeys. “or here?” he continues as he sucks on your nipple.

“carlos,” you whine. “come on baby, just tell me where you want my tongue,” carlos coos at you.

“my pussy! please, i need your tongue in my pussy!” you finally let out and he moves his head back down between your thighs.

“now was that so hard?” he asks before diving into your pussy, eating it like a starved man, bringing you to as many orgasms as you wanted, only caring about your pleasure.

the next day, as you’re getting ready, you finally notice all of the purple marks he left on your skin.

“carlos!” you yell at him and he runs into the room, worried that something had happened.

“what’s wrong baby?” carlos asks as he saw the glare on your face. “what’s wrong? look at me! i look like i got attacked by leeches!” you exclaim, pointing at all the marks on your neck, chest and thighs while he just had a smug look on his face.

“you look so pretty covered in my marks though,” he grins. “in fact…” he starts as he moves behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

“why don’t i give you some more?”

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

very thick and veiny. that’s all i have to say about this.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

oh it’s high for sure. it doesn’t take much for him to want to bend you over and fuck you.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’d fall asleep after you do. playing with your hair and whispering soft words of praise until you’re asleep. a lot of “you did so well for me, baby” and definitely a lot of i love you’s

[tooti-fruiti]

THE BIRDS AND THE BEES [CHAPTER FOUR]

Papyrus and Sans

You held your arms together because you walked into a forest covered in snow somehow.

At this point you knew better than to question it.

You walked forward in the show, shivering.

You stepped over a giant stick and walking a few feet ahead of it.

You heard a loud boom and turned around.

The stick was smashed.

Something was here with you, and it knew you were here.

You carried on forward, trying to make as little noise as you possible could.

When you were about to step over a gate, you stopped.

You heard snow crunching footsteps behind you.

You were frozen in fear, you couldn't move.

" h u m a n . "

" d o n ' t y o u k n o w h o w t o g r e e t a n e w p a l ? "

" t u r n a r o u n d a n d s h a k e m y h a n d . "

You slowly turned around, not wanting to upset the person behind you.

You closed your eyes out of fear and held out your hand.

You felt a cold boney hand touch your fingers.

And when it grabbed your hand, you felt something hard and cold.

You opened your eyes and jumped back in surprise.

In front of you was a tall skeleton wearing a pair of disguise glasses, an orange hoodie, khaki shorts, and orange tennis shoes.

He was also smoking.

"ya look a little spooked, don't ya know how to greet a fellow human?" He said.

He smiled and took off the glasses and put them in his pocket.

"anyways, i'm papyrus. papyrus the skeleton. i'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now."

You grew worried.

"but uh y'know. i don't really care about capturing anybody."

You sighed a breath of relief.

Papyrus chuckled. "however, my brother sans, he's a human hunting fanatic. hey, let's go across this bridge thingy my bro's right over there."

"Wait! I don't want to go over there if he's over there!" You said.

"eh, don't worry. i'll hide ya. go behind that conveniently shaped lamp."

Papyrus pointed at a lamp and it was shaped exactly like you.

How convenient.

"PAPYRUS!" You heard a sort of high pitched voice yell as you hid behind the lamp.

You stayed still.

"sup bro?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT'S "SUP" BROTHER! IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T RECALIBRATED YOUR PUZZLES!"

As the voice carried on talking, you began to assume that this voice was Sans, Papyrus' brother.

"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! I HAVE TO CAPTURE A HUMAN! I WILL BE THE ONE! I MUST BE THE ONE!"

"THEN I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! RESPECT! RECOGNITION!"

"hmm. maybe this lamp will help." Papyrus said.

Sans groaned. "PAPYRUS HOW COULD A LAMP HELP MY HUMAN PROBLEM, IT'S NOT LIKE THERE'S A HUMAN BEHIND IT!"

You froze.

"totally not."

"EXACTLY! THAT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS!"

You never felt so relieved before.

"AND YOU'RE NOT MUCH HELP EITHER. ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE!"

What's a boondoggle?

"YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERYDAY!"

"hey, take it easy bro. i've gotten a ton of work done today. a skele-ton."

"PAPYRUS!"

Ugh. Not dad jokes.

"what? that one was funny!"

"IT WAS AND I HATE IT!"

Sans groaned again.

"WHY DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME HAVE TO DO SO MUCH JUST TO GET SOME RECOGNITION?!"

"damn bro. sounds like you're working yourself...to the bone."

"UGH! I'M LEAVING!"

"OH! AND ONE MORE THING, PUT A LITTLE MORE...BACKBONE IN YOUR WORK!"

Sans laughed a weird "mweh heh heh" laugh and ran away.

"nice one bro!" Papyrus called out.

He chuckled. "okay you can come out now, girly."

You slowly reappeared from the lamp.

"Is he gone?" You asked.

Sans nodded. "He's gone."

You sighed and sat down on a rock, still shivering.

"Thanks, Papyrus."

"eh it's no trouble. say, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure." You said.

"my brother's been kind of blue lately, and just because if what he wears." He paused, laughing at his pun. "he's never seen a human before and seeing you might just make his day."

"What if he like...I don't know...managed to capture me or something?" You said.

"don't worry. he's not dangerous. even if he tries to be."

"Sure, I can do it then."

"thanks a million." Papyrus said. "i'll be up ahead."

He then jumped up, and a bright light flashed and suddenly he was gone.

You stared at where he was, confused.

Where did he go?

(Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day)

<-Chapter Three

Chapter Five->

[sometimesanalice]

You will never know just how excited I get to see these updates! It’s like the best kind of homecoming getting more and more of them! I root for them and I love their journey!

More for you!

It’s February 25th, and Bradley has sweat dripping down his back…His neck is the worst of it; the skin is scorching from thirteen sets of eyes burning into him. Steadfastly ignoring all of them, he tries to focus all of his attention on the presentation happening up front.— omg this part sent me!! I love have you lulled us into thinking he had been busted for something and then BOOM! That man can’t keep his smart girl kink under control! That man is praying to everything he can think of to try and not get a hard-on, I just know it.

Bradley has always liked smart girls. - SMART BOY LIKE SMART GIRLS THATS THE LAW

But it’s a whole new level of attraction, watching Mary talk so competently and confidently about the inner workings of the multi-million-dollar planes he flies every day.- Mary kink 🤝 smart girl kink 🤝 f/a-18 kink

He almost had to excuse himself yesterday when she had an entire page’s worth of suggestions for hardware and software improvements. Today has been exponentially worse, because Mary has deviated from her typical attire of simple but professional clothes. Today, she’s paired a black pencil skirt with three-inch stilettos. — THE MAN IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE

It’s like she’s trying to kill me.— but the idea of Mary picking out an outfit with him in mind??!! 🫠🫠🫠

There are no hops scheduled for today, so the Dagger Squad is wearing their khaki uniforms, the least forgiving material, and the last thing he needs is to get hard while listening to his girl spout corporate buzzwords to satisfy the brass from Washington.— AH THERE IT IS!! we were BAMBOOZLED out of many things in TGM and Bradley in his khakis (and full dress uniform AND his whites AND AND AND)

Unfortunately, Mary says the words “stick handling” while making direct eye contact with him and he chokes, spluttering and dripping water down his shirt as he coughs. Half the heads in the room swing in his direction, and he genuienly might burst into flames when he makes eye contact with his uncles; one looking concerned, the other highly amused.— P L E A S E I A M W H E E Z I N G S O S H E L P T H I S I S S O F U C K I N G F U N N Y (he’s like I’m a grown man, I’m not laughing like a 13 year old, but y’all don get it, she LOOKED AT ME) 😂😂😂😂😂

Bradley grabs his phone, wallet, and Mary’s purse before locking the door behind him, anticipating this becoming a multi-hour thing.— oh he’s so hot for this

He's more on edge now than any mission he’s flown.— that man is in bath and body works trying to pick out whatever body wash is the closest to her perfume and getting off in the shower with it and I can’t be convinced otherwise

He’s caught her staring at his mouth several times, her chocolate eyes shyly meeting his when she realizes she’s been made.— oh he’s so smug! He’s sending her a little wink every time it happens too. Legally.

Bradley makes his way toward the front, heading directly for Mary to ask her to eat lunch with him. In her office. Alone. With the door locked.- oh I love feral at his wits end Bradley. He is my everything.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” She also can’t get his rank correct, which irks Bradley, and tallies yet another point against her. — he’s BUSY Melissa. He has plans to make out with his best babe before their appointment at the courthouse, his afternoon is BOOKED

Bradley feels himself go hot, heat racing up his neck at hearing his full rank come from her mouth. He ignores his uncle, refusing to look at him, already knowing a shit-eating grin is spreading across his dumb face.— he’s so huffy 🥰🥰🥰

“He’s the one that gave me the flight school sweatshirt with my call sign on it - I think you’ve seen me wear that, right?”— STOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP ohmygodohmygodohmygod

“Tomato, potato.” His uncle turns to him, his grin even bigger. “She always loved that photo I have of you on my bookshelf…..“Oh my god…” Bradley looks at the ceiling, cursing who is listening for making his parents' generation technologically savvy.- oh I loved this whole section! I love how they were always destined to meet! And I love Bradley’s big extended family, it makes me 🥹🥹🥹

“I’m not going to give you a shovel talk because I can tell how much you care about her. Though, had I known that she was the one you were acting like such an idiot about a few weeks ago, I would have flown out here early just to kick your ass. But I will tell you how much I love that girl; she’s like another kid to me, just like you are. So be careful, communicate, and do your best not to hurt each other.”— MY HEART UNCLE SLIDERRRRR!!! I love how closely he has Mary tucked under his wing because her family sure isn’t it. MY BABESSSSS

“Ohhh! Look at how red you are, baby goose! Are you hoping it’s something dirty?”//“I’m walking away.”//“Your call sign should have been tomato!” — AHHHH THE TEASING THE RIBBING THE POKING FUN IM TOO DELICATE FOR THIS THATS MY BB

whoever she’s talking to with her “I’m calm, but just barely” voice— I love how he’s cataloguing these little things about her, that he knows the certain tones of her voice because he’s always been paying attention 🥰

He loves Mary’s office, even though it technically sucks…a loveseat that has seen more than a few naps from the Dagger Squad. Bradley’s favorite part is the large windows that give a perfect view of the airfield, from the tower all the way to the end of the runway and the ocean. — he loves it because it’s herssssss, he’s such a simp I love him. But also I love that the dagger make themselves at home there too!

Bradley sits up straighter, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her onto his lap while the other grips her thigh to tug her legs over his other thigh. Mary’s free hand wraps around his shoulder, immediately playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, sending goosebumps across his skin.— okokokokokkokokokok 😮‍💨

His hand slips under the hem of her skirt when she leans back into his chest— 🫠🫠🫠

Bradley doesn’t get a chance to respond because Mary is pressing their lips together. — YES MY BEST BABE YOU GET YOUR MAN FINALLLLYYYYYYY

Time feels syrupy, slow and sweet, matching their pace. It’s taken them ages to get here, their first kiss, but there’s no rush, no urgency. It’s comfortable - loving - like they’ve been doing this for years.— shhhhuuuutttttuuuuppppppp oh my god this is so romanticccc! Oh they deserve it alllll!!

Mary nods, panting and looking gorgeous with her flushed cheeks. “I hate pantyhose, and it’s so much easier to just wear the garter belt.”//“Garter be-” He groans loudly, thankful no contractors are occupying the neighboring offices. “Fuck, Mary. Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn sexy.”— I love how she’s just being pragmatic and he’s like on his deathbed. The man’s last string has snapped, the brain cells have left to building. The thigh highs did him in!

He undoes her top two buttons and tugs the collar aside to nip at her collarbone, perfume invading his senses.— HEAVEN HELP ME THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME. THIS IS TOO HOT, OH THIS MAN IS SO DESPERATE FOR ANY CRUMB OF HER AND IM SO HERE FOR IT 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

He knows he’s not thinking entirely straight, but he doesn’t think it would. He could spritz his pillow and fall asleep every night to the same sweet citrus and floral notes he’s smelling now. — THIS MAN THIS MAN THIS MAN

“Don’t kiss anyone while you’re gone.”— ma’am as if he can even form sentence after you’ve scrambled his brain and rocked his world, as ifffff he’d even imagine kissing anyone else. YOURE IT BABYYYY

“You’ve wanted to kiss me since we met?”— duh Bradley as if you weren’t dreaming about the same thing! Two peas in a pod 🫛

It’s a good thing his uncle can’t see them through the frosted glass; they look guilty as hell, like two teenagers who got caught making out in the backseat.- 🥰🥵🥰🥵🥰🥵🥰 they’re so cute, now I need them to revisit Mary’s cute pink couch please and thank you

“Good boy. Take a few minutes if you need to!” This time, the silhouette walks all the way down the hall, laughing and whistling to himself the entire way.— HES SO SAVAGE AND IM DYINGGGG ROAST HIMMM THATS HIS UNCLEEEEE THATS HIS FAMILYYYYYY

“You would think one of us would have learned after the first time it happened. Or the second. Or the third.”- bradleeeeeyyyyyyyyy😂😂😂😂

“They’re not the most exciting thing, but they don’t have to be refrigerated, so you can take them on the carrier. And you should be getting a box about halfway through deployment, so make sure you send me anything you want so I can put it in for you.”—- MARY DONT YOU MINIMIZE THIS GESTURE OMG AND SHES SHIPPING SOME OUT TO HIM??!! MY HEAAAARRRTTTTTTTTT

No one had ever made him a treat to take with him, and it’s been years since he’s gotten a care package that wasn’t from a volunteer group. Despite the fact that he wasn’t speaking to Ice, Sarah had sent him packages during his first few deployments. But that stopped when Ice got sick the first time, and it didn’t start again when the cancer went into remission.— ELLE WHYYYY?!! How could you do this to me. You know I have a tender heart! Omfgggg 😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you for thinking about me. Thank you for caring about me. I love you.— MY HEARTTTTTTTTTTTT oh I’m too delicate. They’re so lovelyyyyy, they’re in loveeee, and they’re forever babyyyyy

The first time of many that he’ll dare to kiss her in an empty hallway of NAS North Island throughout their lives.—- 😭💖😭💖😭

Bradley snaps to attention, giving a sarcastic salute that he only gets away with is because there’s no one else around— I LOVE THESE MOMENTS! All these bits that remind us just how born into this world he was, all these connections with people he has! Oh it’s so lovely and it’s so HIM

He does as told and hesitates for a minute before stepping to the side of the doorway, hoping he understood the non-verbal hint correctly.— UNCLE RON IS THE ULTIMATE WING MAN

“I won’t, Ron. I lo-” She cuts herself off, and the silence of the hall is deafening. Bradley can hardly hear her continue above his racing heart. “I care about him too much to hurt him.”- 🥰🥰🥰

She loves me./Mary loves me.— AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Oh my goddd, and now he’s about to be deployed??!! HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE THE YEARNING AND THE PINING LONG DISTANCE?!!! Oh this chapter was everythingggg!

Mar[r]y Me - part eight

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, warnings to be added as needed

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note: happy Friday! I’m super excited for this chapter! I know I say this every time but this is my favorite chapter so far and I can’t wait to hear what you all think!! have a great weekend!

part eight - peanut butter bites

It’s February 25th, and Bradley has sweat dripping down his back. He’s painfully aware that he’s the only one; the cold air blasting from the vents has everyone else reaching for sweaters, but he feels like he’s on fire. So hot he’s afraid he might melt through the old, cracked vinyl flooring of the VTC room. His neck is the worst of it; the skin is scorching from thirteen sets of eyes burning into him. Steadfastly ignoring all of them, he tries to focus all of his attention on the presentation happening up front.

“And as you can see here, since the implementation of the pilot program, the FA-18 return to service cadence has improved by ten days. The proposed plan to expand this training pipeline to Pensacola has been approved, and Dave will be working with Admiral Kerner and his team to spin this up over the next two quarters. The schedule that’s been laid out in Artemis, has the ECD for initial implementation on September 24th, one week before the start of FY22. Next slide, please.”

Bradley barely understands what Mary is talking about, but his fidgeting gets so bad as she gives an overview of the new program going into Florida that Jake nudges his side, looking genuinely concerned.

Bradley has always liked smart girls. Tessa Richardson, his first kiss, was valedictorian and went to Harvard on a pre-law track. The last he heard, she was moving up the ranks as a judge. But it’s a whole new level of attraction, watching Mary talk so competently and confidently about the inner workings of the multi-million-dollar planes he flies every day.

How is she so sexy talking about something so boring?

It’s a thought he’s had multiple times since program review began on Monday. He almost had to excuse himself yesterday when she had an entire page’s worth of suggestions for hardware and software improvements. Today has been exponentially worse, because Mary has deviated from her typical attire of simple but professional clothes. Today, she’s paired a black pencil skirt with three-inch stilettos. The heels accentuate the curves of her legs while the skirt hugs her hips in the most delicious way. And he was actually doing pretty well until thirty minutes into the PowerPoint when she slipped her blazer off to reveal a white button-up shirt that’s been perfectly tailored to show off her waist. Since then, he’s spent most of the time staring at her and then scolding himself for staring.

It’s like she’s trying to kill me.

He quietly takes a deep breath, hoping a sip of water will help him settle down. There are no hops scheduled for today, so the Dagger Squad is wearing their khaki uniforms, the least forgiving material, and the last thing he needs is to get hard while listening to his girl spout corporate buzzwords to satisfy the brass from Washington.

Unfortunately, Mary says the words “stick handling” while making direct eye contact with him and he chokes, spluttering and dripping water down his shirt as he coughs. Half the heads in the room swing in his direction, and he genuienly might burst into flames when he makes eye contact with his uncles; one looking concerned, the other highly amused.

Bradley knows he’s pathetic, getting all riled up over watching a woman excel at her job, and the boring part at that, but he really can’t help it. They haven’t had any alone time since Sunday, the week filled with back-to-back meetings, professional development, and deployment preparation for both of them.

“Of course. Happy Birthday, dolcezza.”

Bradley can feel her breath against his lips, her hand gripping his curls as their cupid bows brush.

“Bradley?” Someone is pounding on his door, the muffled yelling startling them apart. “Are you home? Fred fell! I can’t get him up! Bradley?!”

“Fuck!” He mournfully pulls away, racing to the front door. He carefully swings the door open, conscious of Mary being right behind him, her plate clattering on the table seconds after he stood up. “Mrs. Hadcock? What’s wrong?”

“Fred! He fell, and I can’t get him up! I think he broke his hip!” Bradley freezes when the older woman at his front door bursts into tears; he’s not equipped to deal with this, and he’s worried she might hyperventilate as she gasps around her words.

“Mrs. Hadcock, we need you to take a deep breath. Okay?” Mary quickly takes control as she slips her shoes on and tries to focus the panicking woman, nudging Bradley to do the same. “Is he bleeding? Did you call 911?”

“He’s not bleeding, but he’s in a lot of pain. I couldn’t call; I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Okay, let’s go to your apartment, and we’ll call once we’re there. C’mon.”

She wraps her arm around Mrs. Hadcock’s shoulders and leads her toward the stairs, asking more questions in a calm voice. Bradley grabs his phone, wallet, and Mary’s purse before locking the door behind him, anticipating this becoming a multi-hour thing.

It did become a thing, the doctors confirming the broken hip a few hours later, and it was almost 2 AM by the time he was driving the two women back to the complex. He walked Mary to her car, leaving with only a promise to let him know when she got home, before escorting Mrs. Hadcock back to her apartment.

Bradley was glad that his neighbor’s partner would be okay after surgery and a few months of physical rehab, but the interruption meant that he still hadn’t kissed Mary. He didn’t know what she tasted like. What sounds she would make. How long her perfume would linger on his skin. He's more on edge now than any mission he’s flown.

All week, he’s been itching for an opportunity to get her alone so he could finally press his lips to hers, as long as that’s what she still wants. He’s pretty sure she does. He’s caught her staring at his mouth several times, her chocolate eyes shyly meeting his when she realizes she’s been made.

He’s never been so grateful to hear Cyclone’s grumpy voice replace Mary’s sweet tone, the admiral thanking everyone and reminding the North Island team of the final prep meeting before ending the program review. As the crowd disburses, Bradley makes his way toward the front, heading directly for Mary to ask her to eat lunch with him.

In her office.

Alone.

With the door locked.

Halfway there, his path is abruptly blocked by Melissa Ludden, one of the visiting Boeing representatives. A new program manager, she’s visiting Coronado for the first time to get an understanding of what’s needed for the next generation of fighters, and she’s had target lock on Bradley since the kickoff meeting. Ten years ago, he would have reciprocated - hell, he probably would have had her in his bed after the first happy hour mixer - but now he couldn’t be less interested if he tried. He can admit that she’s very pretty and she seems smart, but the perky twenty-four-year-old can’t hold a match to his Mary.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” She also can’t get his rank correct, which irks Bradley, and tallies yet another point against her. “Boeing is hosting some of the attendees to lunch at Clark Square Grill; we would love for you to join us!”

“Thank you for the invitation, ma’am, but I can’t. I have deployment prep meetings this afternoon, so I’m needed on base.” He politely turns her down, secretly reveling in the little bit of twisted pleasure sparked by how her face drops.

Thankfully, he’s saved from her trying to plead her case and convince him by Slider calling him over, an order he swiftly – and happily – follows.

“Dave, this is Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster, this is Dave Rhoads, the West Coast service director from Lemoore.” The name is familiar, sparking something in his brain as his uncle introduces him to an older gentleman.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Oh, please, call me Dave!” The thin but jolly man insists with a firm handshake. “I was just telling these three how much I appreciated your feedback on the training pipeline.”

That’s how I know that name. “I’m glad it helped; we weren’t sure if anything we were sending up to you would be useful.”

“No, it was great! Getting perspective from pilots really helped us grease the wheels in some places where we were stuck. You should be very proud of your squad, Mav.”

“I’m glad their complaining finally was do something besides give me a headache.” Mav jokes before pulling Dave into a different conversation, leaving Bradley with Slider and Mary.

“Mary, you probably already know him, but if you don’t, this is Bradley.”

“Yes, Ron. I know Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw quite well.”

Bradley feels himself go hot, heat racing up his neck at hearing his full rank come from her mouth. He ignores his uncle, refusing to look at him, already knowing a shit-eating grin is spreading across his dumb face.

“Oh, really, M&M?” He could punch his uncle for the way he laughs through his question. “Exactly how well do you know my nephew?”

“Your nephew?”

“How do you know each other?!” He can’t help how he blurts it out; his confusion overclouding the manners his mother drilled into him.

“Slider was my mentor when I worked in Pensacola. We spent many hours together working on the flight school repair schedule and trying to get me to fully understand the ranks. He’s the one that gave me the flight school sweatshirt with my call sign on it - I think you’ve seen me wear that, right?” Mary’s eyes twinkle, letting him know she’s laughing at how his jaw drops.

“I’m the one that convinced her to go up on a flight!”

“Tricked!” Mary jokingly snaps, smacking his arm with her notebook, comfortable joking around now that the room has cleared.

“Tomato, potato.” His uncle turns to him, his grin even bigger. “She always loved that photo I have of you on my bookshelf. The one where you’re laying on the changing table clutching your little teddy bear.”

“That’s you?! That’s such a cute photo!”

“How do you have that photo? I thought I destroyed all copies of that!” Bradley groans, not sure if he’s more embarrassed that it’s been on his uncle’s desk for years or that Mary has seen what is arguably his worst baby photo. The one where he’s red in the face from crying and screaming, clutching a teddy bear with an atrociously full diaper.

“Nope! And you’ll never get rid of it now because I’ve made a digital copy and distributed it to everyone!”

“Oh my god…” Bradley looks at the ceiling, cursing who is listening for making his parents' generation technologically savvy.

“A group of us are going over to Victory Café for lunch; you guys want to join? My treat.”

“I can’t; I have a meeting in a few minutes and then more this afternoon. But you can buy me a drink at the Hard Deck tonight.”

“Yeah, fine, M&M. One vodka cran on me.” Slider laughs as Mary starts to walk away.

“Oh!” She turns back. “When you have some time this afternoon, could you stop by my office, Bradley?”

“Uh- sure! I can stop by after your meeting and before the briefing?”

“That works, see you then.” Mary gives a quick wave, and the two men watch her walk away, grabbing her phone from the lockers outside the VTC room.

“I’m not going to give you a shovel talk because I can tell how much you care about her. Though, had I known that she was the one you were acting like such an idiot about a few weeks ago, I would have flown out here early just to kick your ass. But I will tell you how much I love that girl; she’s like another kid to me, just like you are. So be careful, communicate, and do your best not to hurt each other.”

“I won’t; I’m just lucky she forgave me because I love her. I mean- I- uh-” Bradley stutters, shocked that those words just came flowing out of his mouth without permission.

“God, you’re just like Goose.” Ron smiles at his nephew and pulls him into a hug, a bittersweet feeling washing over him, realizing how much the boy acts like his father, despite barely remembering him. “They would both be so proud of you.”

Bradley gets a little choked up, feeling like a little kid again when his uncle runs a gentle hand over his head, stroking his hair just like he used to when he was small. “Thanks, Uncle Ron.”

“So…” He can’t hold it back; he has to embarrass him just a little bit more. For his own enjoyment. “Why do ya think she wants you to stop by her office?”

“Please stop.”

“Ohhh! Look at how red you are, baby goose! Are you hoping it’s something dirty?”

“I’m walking away.”

“Your call sign should have been tomato!” Laughter follows Bradley out the door and down the hall to the canteen, where he grabs two sandwich and chips combos.

“You okay, Bradley?” Halo quietly asks when he silently joins the squad, used to the boisterous nature of her teammate.

“I’m good. Thanks, Callie. Just thinking about the rest of the shit I gotta do before Saturday.”

He chuckles as she groans and launches into a rant about everything she’s procrastinated. Bradley listens intently as she vents, giving suggestions when he can, with Bob adding an occasional comment from across the table.

“And thankfully Aliyah’s friend was willing to watch Rupert and water my plants while I’m gon, since she backed out on me!” Callie exclaims. “Like, I’m happy she’s finally getting to go on this trip, but now I'm gonna owe Kelly like six hundred favors when I get back.”

“I’m glad you found someone in time and didn’t have to put him in a kennel until Aliyah gets back from Europe!” Bob says, knowing how much she hates putting her dog in the kennel for long stretches.

Bradley is just about to ask more about the woman who’s going to be watching Callie’s chocolate lab when the mechanics who work for Mary get in line for food.

“I’ll see you guys at the briefing; I’m gonna go take care of a few things.” He dumps his trash, ignoring the table full of protests as he turns toward Mary’s office.

It doesn’t take him long to reach the fifth floor of the admin wing. As the newest addition to the team, Mary had been relegated to an office on the mostly empty top floor. The lack of neighbors was a bonus when bored pilots visited, but the end-of-the-hall corner office was as far away from her shop as she could get.

He slows down as he gets closer, not wanting to interrupt whoever she’s talking to with her “I’m calm, but just barely” voice. It’s one she usually reserves for condescending admirals before tossing them to Cyclone so he can tear them apart on her behalf. Pausing in the doorway, he finds her staring at the ceiling, dissociating as the person on the other end yells loud enough that Bradley can hear it. He lightly coughs to grab her attention, smiling when she perks up and mashes the mute button.

“Beau wasn’t in his office, so I’m getting to listen to Cain’s bitching about my presentation on the manned flight stats as if I get to choose the content of the slides.” She looks down at the phone. “We’re going on thirteen minutes.”

“I brought you a turkey sandwich and kettle chips, if that helps?”

“Oh, Bradley, you’re so sweet! What would I do without you?”

“You’d probably be a lot hungrier in the afternoons. You want this now or in the fridge?”

“Fridge, please.” Mary hums before returning to her call. “Yes, sir. I hear you, but like I said earlier-”

As he’s storing the food in her mini fridge, her nails start to tap against the desk, frustration levels high after being cut off again. Bradley grimaces at her in sympathy. Everyone at NAS North Island is aware of Chester Cain’s personal vendetta against Maverick and how it’s begun to leak to anyone on base involved with manned flights.

He settles into one of her chairs, stealing a mint from the bowl on her desk and looking out the window. He loves Mary’s office, even though it technically sucks. She’s alone at this end of the hall, it’s a trek down to the repair shop, the elevator seems like it’s out of order more than it works, and in the hot summer months the air conditioning struggles to cool the westward-facing room. But he feels like the good parts make up for the bad. Like the privacy it provides and how huge the space is; big enough for her desk, two chairs, a conference table, all of her file cabinets, and a loveseat that has seen more than a few naps from the Dagger Squad. Bradley’s favorite part is the large windows that give a perfect view of the airfield, from the tower all the way to the end of the runway and the ocean.

He’s watching waves form and crash on the breakers when Mary moves around her desk, the phone cord stretching as she closes and locks the door, her stockinged feet silent on the tile. She surprises him when she continues her loop, perching on his leg with Admiral Cain still chattering in her ear. For a moment, he’s frozen, completely taken off guard by this development and the nervous look on her face, but it doesn’t take him long to get on board.

Bradley sits up straighter, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her onto his lap while the other grips her thigh to tug her legs over his other thigh. Mary’s free hand wraps around his shoulder, immediately playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, sending goosebumps across his skin.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir. I have to go; I have someone in my office I need to speak with about final deployment preparations. But I will make sure Admiral Simpson is aware of your feelings.” Bradley listens as he natters on for another minute, unsure how Mary keeps her cool.

“Yes, Admiral, I understand. Goodbye.” She slams the phone down. “You stupid fucking dickhead.”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel, honey.” His hand slips under the hem of her skirt when she leans back into his chest, her hands slipping around his shoulders as she crosses one leg over the other.

“That was me being nice. He’s lucky I actually care about keeping this job.”

Bradley doesn’t get a chance to respond because Mary is pressing their lips together. He instantly responds, tilting his head to meet her and sliding his hand up to cup her neck. She’s so warm and solid on his lap; he loves the weight of her pressing against him.

Time feels syrupy, slow and sweet, matching their pace. It’s taken them ages to get here, their first kiss, but there’s no rush, no urgency. It’s comfortable - loving - like they’ve been doing this for years. He’s in awe of how perfectly they fit together, their bodies instinctively reacting to each other. It starts to heat up when their tongues meet, the two of them pressing closer, closer, closer to taste each other.

Minty. She must've had a mint before I showed up, he thinks as his left hand slips further under her skirt. Bradley feels his brain break when he meets lace halfway up her thigh.

“Are you wearing thigh highs?” He asks, voice edging on desperate.

Mary nods, panting and looking gorgeous with her flushed cheeks. “I hate pantyhose, and it’s so much easier to just wear the garter belt.”

“Garter be-” He groans loudly, thankful no contractors are occupying the neighboring offices. “Fuck, Mary. Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

Bradley presses a bruising kiss to her lips before making his easy down her neck, leaving teasing kisses up and down the sensitive skin. He undoes her top two buttons and tugs the collar aside to nip at her collarbone, perfume invading his senses.

Would it be weird to get a travel bottle of her perfume?

He knows he’s not thinking entirely straight, but he doesn’t think it would. He could spritz his pillow and fall asleep every night to the same sweet citrus and floral notes he’s smelling now. It’s that thought that has his hand wandering to her buttons again, his goal to get her shirt off and then maybe spread her out on her desk or bend her over the table or get her in his lap on the couch…

“Bradley, wait, we- shit!” Mary pulls him back to her face, chest heaving. “We still have meetings.”

“Shit. Right.” He abandons the buttons, instead choosing to play with the hem of her skirt while he closes his eyes and tries to calm down. Mary rests her head on his shoulder as she catches her breath. They sit there for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company, just reveling in the way their bodies move in unison as their breathing starts to sync up.

“So, uh… not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?”

“Don’t kiss anyone while you’re gone.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, honey.” Bradley nudges her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Why would I when I’ve got you waiting for me at home?”

“I just- I saw Melissa flirting with you and…” Mary trails off, and he understands.

“She can try to flirt all she wants, but she can’t compare to you, Mary. You’re so much better than her. She can’t even get my rank right, never mind the fact that she’s twelve years younger than me. Besides, I don’t like blondes, you know that.” He winks at her, making her laugh, which was his goal.

“Is that why you and Jake are always fighting?” She innocently blinks at him, teasing him for the pseudo-feud he has with his wingman.

“You think you’re funny, huh?”

“I know I am, actually.” Mary brushes their lips together. “Can do this whenever I want now.”

“Been wanting to do this for a while?” He asks between kisses.

She hums and nods slightly, more focused on slipping her tongue into his mouth again. “Ever since that first night at the Hard Deck.”

“You’ve wanted to kiss me since we met?

“M&M?” A knock on the door startles them apart, Mary almost falling off his lap, catching herself on the desk and rattling her knick knacks and picture frames. “You good, Vertucci?”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine. What’s up?”

She springs off his lap, her cheeks redder than he’s ever seen, and he knows his match. It’s a good thing his uncle can’t see them through the frosted glass; they look guilty as hell, like two teenagers who got caught making out in the backseat.

“Well, I want to get set up for the meeting early, but I don’t know how the controls work in the VTC room. I was hoping you could show me since you have to be there anyway.”

Both of them relax, thankful he’s unaware of what he interrupted. Mary moves to open the door. “Sure, I can do that! I just-” She stutters to a stop after catching sight of her reflection in the mirror above her couch. It’s very obvious what they’d been doing.

“I just have a few things to take care of, and I’ll be down in a couple minutes!” She croaks, trying to rebutton her shirt and fix her hair at the same time.

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.” Bradley watches his silhouette turn away; his sigh of relief is premature when his uncle comes back after a few steps. “Oh, I almost forgot! Bradley? Mav is looking for you; go meet him in the hangar.”

All the blood drains from his face, and Mary turns in horror, their eyes meeting in terror. He clears his throat. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Take a few minutes if you need to!” This time, the silhouette walks all the way down the hall, laughing and whistling to himself the entire way.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! I can never speak to him again!” Mary moans, dropping onto the loveseat and burying her face in her hands.

“If it makes you feel better, he’s caught me doing worse.”

“Really?” He smiles at the way she peeks at him between her fingers.

“Unfortunately. I was bad about locking my door, and he was bad about knocking.” Her nose scrunches, obviously trying not to laugh at him. “It’s okay, you can laugh. You would think one of us would have learned after the first time it happened. Or the second. Or the third.”

He smiles as she snorts, pressing a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound and sinking into the couch. Her laughter dies down as they stare at each other. Bradley doesn’t think he’s been happier than this moment, Mary smiling at him with her partially unbuttoned shirt and mussed hair.

“We should probably go.” She sighs and nods in agreement.

He watches as she fixes her shirt and smooths her hair in the mirror, inspecting her makeup before padding over to the corner.

“These are for you.” She holds out a container from the shelf above her mini fridge.

He looks through the clear plastic. “What are these?”

“I made you those peanut butter bites you liked so much. They’re not the most exciting thing, but they don’t have to be refrigerated, so you can take them on the carrier. And you should be getting a box about halfway through deployment, so make sure you send me anything you want so I can put it in for you.”

Bradley takes a shaky breath, unable to swallow the lump in his throat. No one had ever made him a treat to take with him, and it’s been years since he’s gotten a care package that wasn’t from a volunteer group. Despite the fact that he wasn’t speaking to Ice, Sarah had sent him packages during his first few deployments. But that stopped when Ice got sick the first time, and it didn’t start again when the cancer went into remission.

It sucked being the only one being passed a charity box full of things he didn’t like or need, but he understood. Their life was different at that point. New health rules to follow, more appointments, their kids were starting to have kids. There was no spare time for unnecessary things, like sending a box of goodies to a kid who was refusing to speak to them.

“Bradley?” His name is said quietly, and he looks up to find Mary looking anxious, her brow creased in worry.

He drops the Tupperware on her desk with a clang and pulls her into his arms, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth and hoping it conveys everything he’s feeling that he can’t quite say.

Thank you for thinking about me. Thank you for caring about me. I love you.

She reciprocates, matching him, knowing this is one of the last times they’ll see each other alone before he’s gone for two months.

“Thank you.” He whispers when they break apart, Mary smiling at him and pressing one more gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away to put her heels back on.

Bradley walks her to the conference room, his hand brushing hers, but neither of them bold enough to hold hands when anyone could catch them. He spends the time watching her, savoring the quiet moments they get to spend together. A quick glance into the conference rooms reveals his uncle fighting with the display screen behind the podium, so he pulls her to the side of the doors and, after thoroughly checking the hall, kisses her.

The first time of many that he’ll dare to kiss her in an empty hallway of NAS North Island throughout their lives.

“I’ll see you at the Hard Deck.” He murmurs against her lips before opening the door and waving at Slider.

“Finally! Mary, what the hell does “extend the display” mean?” Ron rolls his eyes when he sees his nephew staring at his mentee like a lovesick puppy. “Bradshaw! Get your ass to the hangar, now!”

Bradley snaps to attention, giving a sarcastic salute that he only gets away with is because there’s no one else around, and the admiral glaring at him also witnessed his many potty-training failures. He gives his uncle a genuine grin as he turns to leave, getting instructions to prop the door open and an overexaggerated wink in return.

He does as told and hesitates for a minute before stepping to the side of the doorway, hoping he understood the non-verbal hint correctly.

“So… you and Bradley? That’s something you didn’t mention the last time we talked, Mary.”

“It’s new, very new. Could you not say anything to anyone – not even Mav – for now, please?”

“You got it, kiddo. Just try not to hurt him.”

“I won’t, Ron. I lo-” She cuts herself off, and the silence of the hall is deafening. Bradley can hardly hear her continue above his racing heart. “I care about him too much to hurt him.”

His phone is continuously buzzing in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to answer it; he knows it’s Mav or one of the Daggers looking for him. In a daze of excitement and nerves, he makes his way to the hangar, wishing more than anything that he wasn’t walking into the final deployment briefing. He wants to turn around, throw Mary over his shoulder, and drive them up the coast until they find a little mountain town with no cell service and stay there for two months instead.

“There you are! Rooster, what took you so long?” He should feel lucky that it’s just an exasperated Maverick he has to deal with and not Cyclone.

“Sorry, Mav, had to drop something off to Admiral Kerner.” It’s probably the wrong excuse to give, his uncles are definitely going to gossip, and he’s going to get so much shit tonight for it. But he can’t bring himself to care as he slips into his chair, smiling so big at Hangman that half the squad worriedly looks at him.

She loves me.

Mary loves me.

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