#Custom Holi T-Shirts

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Best Customized T-Shirts For Holi

Welcome to the world of personalized fashion, where every garment tells a unique story! In today’s fashion landscape, customization is key, and nothing exemplifies this trend better than customized T-shirts. These versatile pieces of clothing offer individuals the opportunity to express their creativity, showcase their personalities, and make a statement like never before. Whether you’re looking to add a personal touch to your wardrobe or seeking the perfect outfit for a special occasion, customized T-shirts are the go-to choice. Join us as we delve into the fascinating world of customized T-shirts, where style meets individuality and every design is a reflection of your unique self.

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[arctic-hands]

rip in peace calvin klein plain white all cotton mens t-shirts I got as a gift like 8 years ago that are super comfy and just the right thickness and are only just now starting to become threadbare and stained but I am not paying thirty-five dollars for 3 new plain white tees that were probably also made in the same factory as the 6 pack of hanes cotton plain white tees I bought by overseas laborers for slave wages

[customizedstore]

Custom Personalized Gift, Gift For Christmas, Teacher Shirt, O Holy Night T-shirt, Xmas T-shirt

[writersdrug]

omg you mind holy wow i love your brain i would never come to lobotomize you omgomg by god i need more bartender!simon you recently mention, maybe abt how they interact and develop? idk i really dont care what exactly you write, i js need any words from you abt bartender!simon

Hmmmmmm I have some headcannons!

You show up for work thirty minutes early because you're NOT risking losing this job.

Simon sometimes lets you bang on the back door for a few minutes, yelling for someone to let you in, until Soap gets tired of hearing it and opens the door. Simon finds it funny.

You think Simon is the owner of the pub until Price comes in one day with cash for your tip payout. You screamed as soon as you saw him walk in through the backdoor, thinking you were being robbed.

Simon barely managed to swing into the kitchen and grab you around the waist before you pummeled Price with an empty beer keg.

Price later told Simon he thought you were a perfect addition to the team.

You do your tips at the end of the bar every night as Simon polishes the glasses across from you. Lets you have one drink on the house.

First floor is the restaraunt/pub, second floor is the pantry/walk-in fridge/office where Price does money work, third floor is the studio apartment where Simon lives (Price discounted it for him).

When it's slow, you and Simon and Johnny all take a smoke break in the alley out back - you don't smoke, but you talk to them while they share a cig, complaining about customers together.

You bring it up to Simon that you've noticed how Johnny always comes to the front of house when Kyle brings the new kegs in, "Simon, need ya to check somethin' - ah, hey, Garrick!"

Simon scoffs at your revelation. "Jus' now seein' that?"

You live ten blocks away from the pub and ride your bike to work. Simon let's you stuff it in the alley for safekeeping.

If you're feeling especially sporty, you pop in your earbuds and take your skateboard. Simon nearly had the breath sucked from his soul when he saw you zipping by the window the first time.

You mop front of house because Simon hates it. Simon restocks the to go boxes because you can't reach the top shelf where the overflow sits.

You tried to pour a lager once when Simon was busier than usual. After watching you attempt it, he banned you from doing it ever again.

You enter Pino grigio in the POS as "peeno greeshio" and Simon hates it, but you love the way Soap cackles from the kitchen when he sees it.

Kyle sometimes sticks around to help you drag the new beer kegs up the stairs, and he shows you how to connect them to the taps.

You're constantly begging Price to set up a Karaoke machine in the corner of the bar. He says when you can afford it, you can buy it.

You broke the soda gun once; you and Soap were frantically filling container after container with tonic water while Simon was on his back under the bar, cursing and trying to turn the water off.

Monday mornings are deep-clean days, and everyone has to participate. You're all wearing sweats and bleach-stained shirts, pulling out the stove, sweeping behind the kegs, dragging the mats into the alley to clean them, emptying the fridge and scrubbing the entire thing.

Simon doesn't like to think too much about how hot you look in your sweatpants, ratty t shirt, and sweaty, flushed skin when you're exerting yourself.

You're constantly thinking about how those sweatpants hug his hips, those muscles in his arms flexing, and the grunts he makes when he's shoving the stove back into its place.

Simon gives you full permission to return any nasty attitude the customers dish at you.

After you go home for the night, Simon often finds himself lying on his bed, one arm behind his head and the other hand on his chest, staring at the ceiling, replaying the events of the day - and they're all centered around you

[cutehoons02]

STORY

You had told him you’d stop by, and he – in a way he didn’t even want to admit to himself – had gone so far as to change his shift to be there. He had fixed his hair at least ten times in the reflection of the computer, carefully picked what to wear – no glasses this time, an oversized t-shirt, and dark jeans, trendy enough not to look too nerdy but with no sign of you anywhere. He had almost convinced himself you wouldn’t come when the sound of the doorbell made him snap his gaze up.

And there you were, soaking wet, your hoodie completely drenched on your head, the light t-shirt clinging to your body from the water, and the only item still somewhat intact and not fully soaked were your light denim shorts, which clung to your legs as if they were custom-made. However, the wet fabric of your shirt betrayed the secret hidden underneath: the pink bikini you were wearing beneath was perfectly visible, and Heeseung suddenly felt very, very hot.

But then, instead of complaining like most girls would have, you burst out laughing.

“Didn’t you hear the weather reports? The rainy season’s started,” Heeseung commented, crossing his arms over his chest as he desperately tried not to look at you too intently.

You shook the water off, still laughing. “I was a bit busy, actually,” you said with a cheerful, bold tone. “I was studying… or maybe I got too absorbed in those spicy books you recommended.”

Heeseung’s breath caught for a second. He looked at you, slightly shocked, but more than anything, amused.

“…So, you really read the spicier ones?”

You smiled, tilting your head to the side as you dropped the hoodie on the nearest chair. “Of course.”

Heeseung swallowed. There was something dangerous in the way you were looking at him, as if you were playing with him, enjoying seeing how far you could push him. And he wasn’t the type to be easily cornered.

He took a step closer, lowering his gaze slightly to you. “And tell me then… what was your favorite?” he asked, his voice lower, slower.

Your eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. “Mmh… hard to say,” you murmured, barely biting your lip. “But I think Twisted Love was the most… intense.”

Heeseung smiled, his more dangerous side starting to show. “Intense, huh?”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest in an involuntary gesture that almost drove him crazy – because the movement accentuated even more how the wet t-shirt clung to your body. He lowered his gaze, and you caught him in the act. With two fingers, you gently lifted his chin, making him look you in the eyes.

“My face is higher, Heeseung.”

He held his breath, holy shit, you were teasing him, and he swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair, trying to regain some control. “Do you need a dry t-shirt?”

“That would be nice of you,” you replied with a little smirk.

Heeseung sighed, shaking his head as he turned toward the back door. “Come with me, I’ve got one in the locker room.”

You followed him into the small room behind the counter, where the library supplies and employee lockers were stored. Heeseung opened his locker, pulling out a white basketball t-shirt with the number printed on the back.

“It’s the only one I have.”

You took it, looking at it for a moment before lifting your gaze to him. “It’s huge on me.”

Heeseung leaned his shoulder against the locker, crossing his arms. “Better that way.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

He wetted his lips, staring at you with that intense gaze of his. “Because at least it covers everything.”

He challenged you to say something, but you just shrugged, turning your back to him to change.

“Heeseung,” you called softly. He looked away. “Tell me.”

“It’s not that you have a pair of shorts as well, do you?”

He ran a hand over his face. Holy shit, he was screwed!

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[uwukillmenowowo]

Hi hi hi! If its not too much trouble could i request yan!Samon gokuu x nurse!Reader? Istg i love this man sm (also hope youre having an amazing day!! Your writing is just scrumptious omg)

I saw hi hi hi and thought "RIN RIN HI HI!" ALSO YES! YAN!SAMON IS JUST-

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And I hope you have a good day too!

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Unhealthy

(Yandere Samon Gokuu X Therapist! Female! Reader!

Notes:

You're as tall as the Warden

You're really close with building 4 so you're always helping Kenshiro since his inmates only listen to you.

I mean- You're the kind of doctor to reward everyone after a checkup.

I mean a shit ton of candies.

Sometimes a hug- That's why you're pretty popular

But that causes a ton of problems.

After all, this prison is for the worst of the worst

And Samon doesn't like that

Reader is- a little bit of a pervert. Then again- we all are [And you can't fucking lie because I know- It takes one to know one :P]

Okay- Okay- Listen- I'm not that experienced in the medical field- I only a few certificates that pertain to lifeguarding so I'm not sure if I will get some info correct.

The doctor is out for business with the warden so it's up to you to help the inmates! And the guards. [I feel like I forgot something but I don't know what it is...]

{Second POV}

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You hummed to yourself as you got all your equipment ready. Dr. Otori is out of buissness so it was all up to you to take care of the patients. Thankfully you had all the regulars medication memorized. You gave it to them one by one until you got a call. "Hello? Medical Bay." You answered. "This is Enki Gokuu from building 5. Requesting an appointment for a guard." You answered that you have time at 6:30 pm and you asked for a name. "The appointment is for my brother, Samon Gokuu"

{Your POV}

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After a few more hours of helping inmates (and sometimes guards) with their medical problems, the door opened revealing a small guard with the building 5 armband. He his custom hat had a cute design and his tail belt suited him. "Are you Samon Gokuu?" I asked as I grabbed my clipboard. The man just stared at me before blinking twice and nodded. "T-That's correct." I hummed and motioned to a seat. "Take a seat." He nodded before walking and sitting down. I sat down across from him and sighed.

"Okay. May I ask for the reason for your appointment today?" The guard continued to stare at me so I sweatdropped. "S-Sir?" ".....Oh! A-Apologies- Could you r-repeat the question." I chuckled and repeated it. He told me that there was just a problem with some inmates so he intervened and ended up getting scratched up. He urged his brother that he didn't need help but his brother made him go anyways.

I hummed and wrote it down on the clipboard's paper. "Okay. May I take a look?" He guard flinch before he averted his gaze and opened up his shirt. I blushed. 'He's absolutely jacked!' He then showed up a big scratched up area. There was a little bit of blood flowing so I took note of it and placed the board down. "Okay Gokuu-San, I'll just disinfect that for you and then patch it up." I just heard a low hum and I grabbed the necessary medical gear before walking back to him.

I put of some gloves before I tilted the bottle onto a cotton ball before I out it down and started to disinfect the scratches. The guard continued to stare at me and I bit my lip. 'He's so small... It's so cute.' I then placed the slightly bloody cotton balls into a bag before I grabbed the big bandages. "Okay, could you move your shirt a bit more?"

The guard agreed before moving his shirt more. I blushed and bit my lip harder. 'Holy crap his physique of so fine!' I awed internally thought. After all, most of the guards were the same height with the same body type. Sure there were a few that were different but not only is the guard in front of me was smaller than the other, but he was bigger than the others. Is that a little perverted of me? Maybe- But can you blame me if you're surrounded by hot guys and being paid to do it?

"Okay, there! All done!" I smiled and took off my gloves, throwing away all the cotton balls and the gloves and other garbage that I used. "Thank you." He responded before getting up. He was about to leave but I stopped him. "Oh! Before you go-" He turned around and tilted his head. "Y-yeah?" He responded hesitantly. I then motioned to a bucket of Lollipops. "Would you like one?"

He smiled before taking the green apple flavor. "Thanks!" He said before running off. I just waved at the empty door. "How cute" I awed before getting back to my work.

{Second POV}

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Samon took deep breaths as he held the Lollipop in his hand. He gazed across the walls before getting on the monorail and riding back to his building. The other guards welcomed him back but Samon didn't say anything to them. He then found his brother walking around. "Brother." Samon grabbed the older males attention. The taller male gave a hum and Samon took in a deep breath before smiling brightly. "Thank you for sending me to the medical bay."

The taller man gave a confused look. "Did you get hit in the head without me knowing?" Samon just chuckled before placing a hand on his chest. 'I'm completely fine! I'm better then fine!" Enki gave a raised brow. He has never seen his brother like this. "Brother. I- I think- No- I know it! I've found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with!" Enki was shocked.

As much as he was angered since he wanted his brother to focus on his job- He has never seen such a look of passion on his brothers face. "*Sigh* Do what you want." Enki responded, walking past his brother. Not knowing of the power he just gave to the smaller monkey.

ONE WEEK

46 inmates from building 5.

All in one week.

All the inmates that were hurt were escorted by Samon. A shame you don't know that they were hurt BY Samon.

"Again?" You asked in worry as another batch of inmates walked in. "Sorry- All our inmates have been... so rowdy lately." Samon chuckled, giving you a small smile. You just laughed, finding that smile of his adorable. "Alright, sit them down and I'll get the treatment. While you left, Samon glared at the inmates.

This particular batch were a group of s#xual assaulters and r#pists. But that wasn't their biggest crime. One of them in particular visited the medical bay around three month ago and smack your ass on his way out. Another kept showering you in perverse compliments.

Since they were cell by cell, the inmates would share nasty things about you. Samon was lucky to overhear them because now they get a taste of what to not do anymore. The only good thing that came out of this was that Samon got to see you again!

"You know what to say...right?" Samon glared harshly at the inmates and they all nodded.

All the inmates in building 5 know about Samon's new obsession. And that was his obsession about you. And it started with an inmate who talked about wanting to do... bad stuff with you. That inmate was unfortunate. He ended up dead. Enki was pissed but Samon recalled what Enki said before, "Do what you want." Enki had to eat his words and since he didn't want his brother fired, he covered it up.

Enki has been covering up all of Samon's crimes as of late. Hell- Ruka and Inori helped too since they wanted to help Enki. Ruka was in complete shock about what he knew, Inori was too. They didn't expect any of this from Samon at all. After all, out of the four of them, Samon was the one who was the most respected by other guards.

Back to the present, the inmates nodded in fear. "Yes sir!" They whisper-yelled as you came back with the necessary equipment. "Okay- Let's see here." You did your job and Samon stared at every little thing you did. You looked so beautiful as you did you job. It was like watching a charity worker giving out food to the poor. But in this case. Samon saw an angel picking up trash.

'Even with gloves- An angel helping trash is unacceptable' Samon thought as he glared at the inmates. You were practically holding their face to check for any more injuries so Samon was jealous.

At that, the inmates knew they were in trouble. Samon's obsession was starting to get... Unhealthy... Even for them, this was too much.

[urrockstar-xe]

mav and goose - j.m x fem!reader

posted 10:11 pm , oct 1st, 2024

heres a super small little 500 word blurb for the beginning of spooky month, xx

not proofread!!!

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wc; 0.5k

Halloween parties on the cut were custom in the OBX, new and repeated costumes welcome all the same, though this year JJ opted to talk John B into a duo costume, finding out what your comfort movie had been being used to his advantage.

“JJ, you are so not Maverick are you kidding?” John B argued, looking at his friend try on the thrifted jacket Kiara had found for them. “What? I am so Maverick! You think I’m GOOSE?” “What's wrong with Goose?” Sarah furrowed her brows, “No goose slander in the chateau”

“Goose is Mav’s sidekick, JJ is John B’s sidekick” 

“Stop talking about yourself in third person it’s weird” 

“Guys! C’mon, JJ, which one is Y/n’s favorite?” Pope asked, tired of the stupid argument. 

“How would I know? I barely found out she liked Top Gun” the blond shrugged, earning a mix of scoffs and laughs from the small group.

“It’s definitely goose, everyone in their right mind prefers goose” Kie threw a piece of popcorn into Pope’s mouth as she had been the last 10 minutes. 

“Hey, I like Maverick” “What’s wrong with Maverick?”

“Whatever! If you guys really think her favorite is goose, I’ll be goose!” JJ gave in, throwing his hands up in defeat and plopping down between Kie and Pope. 

“Hey, look at the bright side, you already own everything Goose would wear when he’s not in uniform!” Sarah said, smiling at her friend as he gave a thumbs up and nodded, “Even the glasses” John B added, moving in front of JJ and placing the sunglasses over his eyes with a smirk. 

“She’s gonna fuckin�� melt”

Pope smirked looking up at John B from his seat, “JJ’s got a cruuush” he said in a sing-song tone, John B clapped. “Jade and JJ sittin in a tree” 

“I’m gonna kill all of you.” He groaned, covering his face to muffle his laugh. 

By the time the party rolled around JJ was ready, the sound of his bike caught your and Sarah’s attention. “JJ’s here!” Sarah yelled in John B’s direction, who was dressed in blue jeans, a white tucked-in T-shirt, and of course, a brown leather jacket littered with Navy-related patches.

“Oh my god, is he Goose?” You asked, mouth agape as you watched him get off the motorbike, nodding at you with a smirk before bro-hugging Pope.  

The blue jeans and Hawaiian button-up paired with the Signature Ray Ban sunglasses giving him away almost immediately. 

It didn’t take JJ long for his greeting parade to reach you, proud grin sitting on his lips as you crossed your arm. “Where’s Mav?” you asked in a teasing tone, smiling back as he pulled your hand away from your body and pressed a cheeky kiss to your knuckles. 

“Didn’t you see Sarah run off to him when I got here?” He smirked, holy shit, Of course John B was Maverick.

You rolled your eyes at your own blindness to the little couples costume the two had done, laughing softly. “Cute.” 

“Just for you, pretty lady.”

[steddiebingo]

Congrats @steveseddie on completing our Kissing Booth Challenge!

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Prompt: Rose

in bloom

Rated T, wc 2,398, No Warnings, Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Meet-Cute, Crush at First Sight, Pre-Relationship, Flirting, Pet Names, Flower Shop Owner Wayne, Eddie works with him, Steve has a flower emergency

Eddie just got started on the second arrangement when the bell finally jingles. He puts the shears down and steps out of the backroom, wiping his hands on his apron. “Greetings and welcome to Munson’s Floral Treasures!” There’s a guy standing in the middle of the shop, facing away from Eddie as he studies the flowers covering the walls. He jumps when he hears Eddie, whirling around and offering a little wave. “Oh, hi.” God, he’s pretty, Eddie thinks as he takes in the guy’s hazel eyes and soft lips. His eyes travel lower to the chest hair peeking out of the guy’s polo shirt and the way his jeans hug his thighs just right. Then he remembers he’s working and ogling customers is probably rude. Clearing his throat, Eddie offers him a polite smile. “Can I help you?” or Eddie charms a new customer with his knowledge on how to make the perfect ‘fuck you’ bouquet

Prompt: Mutual Pining

come sleep with me

Rated T, wc 915, No Warnings, Tags: Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, Idiots in Love

He thinks he’s doing a decent job at shoving it all away to pay attention to Steve. That is until he feels Steve’s hand grab hold of his neck and use it to pull him up so he can look at his face and ask– “Hey, what’s wrong?” Eddie shakes his head, his hair falling around them. “Nothing,” he lies. Badly if the way Steve arches an eyebrow at him means anything. Eddie heaves out a sigh. “I– I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve had nightmares all week. I’m so tired and there’s just so much in my head right now–” Of course, Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to act mad or disappointed but he’s still surprised by how gently he brushes Eddie’s hair off of his face, his eyes soft as he stares up at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Eddie lets out a snort. “Yeah because telling the guy you’re making out with that you can’t stop thinking about demobats ripping into your flesh is such a turn-on,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  or Steve and Eddie go from sleeping together to sleeping together and confessing some things

Prompt: Happy Ending

happily ever after

Rated T, wc 1,730, No Warnings, Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Pre-Relationship, Pining, Dungeons & Dragons, as a way of dealing with your feelings, Oblivious Steve Harrington, Love Confessions, Sad Eddie Munson, but not for long

“Can I ask you a question about Dorks & Dweebs?” At that, Eddie snaps to attention. His eyes are wide and one of them is a little red from the ball hitting it. “Steve Harrington, did you just say you want to ask me about Dungeons & Dragons?” “I said Dorks & Dweebs, but yes.” “I don’t even care that you refuse to call it by the proper name,” Eddie chuckles disbelievingly, then he jumps to his feet and joins Steve on the bed, a big grin on his face. “Holy shit, yes! Of course, ask me anything you want!” or it takes Steve a while but finally he notices some similarities they have with Eddie’s D&D characters

Prompt: Heart

pencil me in

Rated T, wc 1,507, No Warnings, Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Pre-Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Valentine's Day, Mother Hen Steve harrington, Dramatic Eddie Munson

The first time Eddie saw the calendar, he wanted to call Steve a dork and tease him for having to keep track of his kids like that. But when he saw his name there, something warm bubbled up in his chest at the reminder that he was part of the group, of their lives, of Steve’s life. That they didn’t drop him as soon as the Upside Down was defeated. And just like that, making fun of Steve didn’t seem so important anymore. Now, several months later, Eddie’s name is all over the calendar, but this time, that’s not what shuts him up. No, it’s the word date written on the tiny square for February 14th, and the heart drawn around it. or something on Steve’s calendar makes Eddie second-guess his plans to ask him out

Prompt: Threesome

backwards

Rated E, wc 6,901, No Warnings, Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson Are Roommates, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Threesome - F/M/M, Kissing, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Face-Sitting, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, Friends to Lovers, First Time, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Endgame Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Chrissy didn’t sign up for all these feelings, but at least the boys show her a good time, idiots to lovers, when you can’t confess to the guy you like so you have a threesome with him instead

Steve doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to keep this up, but he doesn’t feel ready to look Eddie in the eye just yet. Not after he walked in on him having sex with his– friend? Girlfriend? Unclear. What’s definitely clear is that Steve has seen more of his roommate than he ever should. Of Chrissy too. What’s worse is that he can’t stop thinking about it. or walking in on Eddie and Chrissy together sends Steve into a spiral

Prompt: Chastity

lock on

Rated E, wc 4,751, No Warnings, Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Pre-Relationship, Awkward Sexual SituationsCock Cages, First Time, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Crack Treated Seriously, Friends to Lovers, but more importantly IDIOTS to lovers, do you know who are also idiots in this? stobin, Stobin Drunken Shenanigans

It’s not until he reaches down so he can take a leak, when his hand hits plastic instead of his dick, that he realizes something. He’s wearing a cock cage. “What the fuck?” Steve mutters, glancing down at his caged dick, feeling very confused. He doesn’t even own a cock cage. Walking out of the bathroom, he trips over something. A cardboard box. The same artifact currently around his dick is plastered on the front. So apparently he bought the cock cage last night, that still doesn’t explain why– But as he stares down at the package, bits and pieces from last night start to come back.  or Steve accidentally putting on a cock cage might be the best drunk decision he ever made

Prompt: Blow Jobs

ending unplanned

Rated E, wc 4,496, No Warnings, Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, An Anyone But You AU, First Meetings, Misunderstandings, Time Skips, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Kissing, Blow Jobs, Getting Together, it could’ve happened from the start but these two love to complicate things, Happy Ending

Robin’s curious eyes dart between the two of them, but it’s Chrissy who figures it out first. “Oh my God!” She gasps, her wide eyes zeroing in on Eddie. “Robin’s Steve is the guy who ruined your favorite Black Sabbath shirt?” Steve scoffs, thinking about the state of the shirt Eddie was wearing that day. “Please, that shirt was beyond saving before I dumped my coffee on it.” That’s what makes the lightbulb turn on in Robin’s brain. “Wait, this is Eddie? ‘Big dick who is even a bigger dick’ Eddie?” Eddie throws his head back with a laugh. “At least you were accurate.” “Barely,” Steve lies, his eyes darting down to Eddie’s crotch for a second. It’s been years, but he still remembers how it looked and how true what he told Robin was. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,” he says with a smirk. “Are they– are they flirting or fighting?” Steve hears Chrissy ask Robin in a whisper. “I honestly don’t know. Should we stop them?” “We should get drinks, I think.” or an Anyone But You AU

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[roosterbruiser]

I am way, way early for sleepover day butttt this popped into my head and I’m curious to see what you can do with “This is my wife, Dr. Bradshaw. She’s been accused of stirring the pot before.”

(I, an aspiring PhD, am FERAL for being called doctor. I’m also curious what Dr. Bradshaw did. If it doesn’t spark inspo, are you studying anything? What was your favorite subject in school?)

standing at the bar, a smile tugging on your lips as the suns sinks into the ocean just outside, you sigh a happy sigh. you're off work for the next several days--which rarely happens--and that means you can spend every waking moment with your hunk of a husband.

he's currently losing a game of pool to Phoenix, who's tickled pink that you're here so Bradley won't pout all night, and stealing glances at you whenever he can chance it.

God, does he look good, too--that dumb Hawaiian shirt that really must have some sort of magic in it, a tight white t-shirt, blue jeans. he's tan and happy and warm and everything in the world that you love. and you're fairly certain that isn't just the Long Island iced teas talking. being married for the past three years hasn't really changed much at all for the two of you--you still daydream about him like a ditzy teenager. and he still gets flustered when you catch his gaze and wink--it's one of the things you love most about him; how easy you can make him blush.

"isn't he handsome?" you ask out loud to no one in particular--and you're fairly certain that it is because of the Long Island iced teas.

Jake Seresin happens to be standing beside you, waiting for Penny to finish up with another customer so he can get his first whiskey sour of the night, and he glances at you when he hears the dreamy lilt in your tone.

shit--you're hot. he doesn't know how he didn't notice you here before. for a quick minute, he racks his brain, trying to place you. he knows you're familiar--maybe a past fling or a match on tinder--but nothing's calling out to him.

he gives you a once-over, a sly one, and notices a few things: the way your breasts strain against the fabric of your tee shirt, the gloss over your eyes, the way those jeans hug your hips, and a wedding ring.

he follows your gaze to Bradley, who's gaping as Phoenix absolutely demolishes him in pool without so much as breaking a sweat, and frowns.

"eh," Jake answers, shrugging. he turns and catches your gaze, his brows slightly knit. "he's married, anyway."

oh. you recognize this guy from all of Bradley's stories--this is Jake. Hangman. you two seem to always just miss each other: you're out of town when he comes over for a football game, you're working at the hospital when he's on base, you're at the grocery store when he FaceTimes Bradley.

for a moment, you maintain his gaze, waiting for him to place you. but he's just staring at you blankly.

"married, huh?" you ask softly, leaning in closer to Jake. you make a show of looking all around Bradley and Jake's brows knit even further--you're brash for a married woman looking at a married man. "I don't see a wife?"

Jake scoffs softly, an incredulous smile tugging on his lips. surely you're joking. but then he keeps watching you eye fuck Bradley, teeth sunken into your lower lip, and he automatically straightens his spine.

"you're married too," Jake points out, nodding to your ring finger. he crosses his arms over his chest. "how'd your husband feel knowing you're eyeing a Navyman?"

"ooh," you sing-song, batting your lashes. "he's a man in uniform, too, huh?"

Christ. you're less shameless than him.

"and married," Jake repeats, frowning a bit now. "you know, like you. married. holy matrimony and all that. union. like, legally bound."

stifling a laugh, you give a very blasé shrug of your shoulders and bite your lip.

"all the good ones are taken," you say, wrinkling your nose. "don't you think I deserve a little fun?"

Jake fully scoffs now, aghast at your behavior. it takes everything in your body not to break character and introduce yourself. but you wanna see how far you can take this: you've heard stories about Jake. a shameless, over-confident creature who'll turn taken women into single women with a bat of his long lashes. and you've got him gaping at you like you're some sort of wild animal.

but before he can say anything else, Bradley finally wanders up behind you, pressing a few kisses to your cheek as he wraps his arms around your waist.

and that is about all Jake can take.

"listen, man, I don't know your wife but I'm sure she wouldn't be too happy about you kissing up on another married woman!" Jake says, hands on his hips. he's never been more disappointed in Bradley before. he feels like he's in the fucking Twilight Zone. Bradley "I Never Shut Up About My Hot Wife" Bradshaw shacking up with some stranger at the bar while his wife probably busts her ass at the hospital? no fucking way. "and I ain't gonna hold my tongue about it--I'll tell you that now."

when Bradley laughs, Jake just blinks at him. but then you're laughing, too, patting Bradley's chest.

"we almost had him!" you tell Bradley, shoving him playfully. "that vein in his forehead was starting to throb!"

instinctively, Jake slides a finger across his forehead. huh. maybe it was. how the fuck would you know about that vein, though?

"Jake," Bradley says with a grin. "this is my wife--Dr. Bradshaw. she's known to occasionally stir the pot."

beaming at a still-flustered Jake, you extend your left hand.

"pleasure's all mine."

[sweetyyhippyy]

Birthday Boudoir. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

Summary: Reader takes some spicy boudoir photos for Eddie’s birthday, and gifts them in a book for him.

Word Count: 701

TW: Spicy elemements througout. Suggestive themes.

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She tied the ribbon one more time around the book, making sure it was secure enough against the wrapping paper.

This present had to wait until they got home, it being far too saucy to be seen by anyone other than her boyfriend.

Eddie was sprawled out on the couch, absentmindedly watching a rerun of Miami Vice on tv. A few of their friends went out to the Hideout for some drinks, something very lowkey per Eddie’s request.

She comes around the couch, the book hidden behind her back and a smirk on her face.

As she comes into view, Eddie turns to look at her, immediately knowing she was up to something mischievous. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” Eddie raises his eyebrow.

“I have another present for you.” She says, sitting next to him on the couch and putting the present on his lap.

Eddie readjusts himself on the couch, grabbing the present and shaking it next to his ear jokingly. “Hmm, what could it be? Is it a car?”

Playfully she rolls her eyes, the anticipation of him looking at the pictures eating at her. “Yeah totally, I got you a car.”

Eddie smiles back at her, pulling the satin ribbon loose and instantly ripping into the wrapping paper. He grabs the brown leather book, opening the front cover, choking on his breath. “Holy shit, you didn’t.”

Eddie stares at the close up of his girlfriend, the only part of her face that’s visible is her glossy, pouty lips, her hair cascading in the frame along with her boobs spilling over the cups of lacy push-up bra. “T-this is for me?” He stutters over himself, in disbelief that he was actually experiencing one of the hottest things he has seen in his life.

Her stomach flips as she nods her head. “I got them done a few weeks ago. Keep flipping.” She smiles softly.

Eddie goes to the next page, groaning and rolling his head back against the couch, “Oh my god.” He laughs. “Look at you.” He continues to flip through the pictures, his pants getting tighter in the crotch, using the book to cover the ever growing hardon he was sporting.  

With every page flip Eddie groans, grunts, moans, and whines. “I can’t believe you did this for me.” His already round eyes grew impossibly wider at each saucy picture and pose she was positioned into.

“Thought you should have something special for your birthday.” She wraps her arms around one of his arms, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Flip to the last page. I’m dying for you to see those.”

Eddie flips to the last page, his eyes protruding from the sockets. “Oh, fuck.”

Her knees were on the mattress, lacy panties peeking out from under Eddie’s infamous Hellfire tee. Her eyes focused on the camera while her lips were slightly parted open.

The next picture he could see was his custom Dio jean vest, his patches a dead give away it was indeed his. She was in the same position as the last picture, but the Hellfire shirt was off her torso, her bare stomach and cleavage poking through, her hands were wrapped up in her hair.

“Do you know how hot you are? Jesus Christ.” Eddie was practically drooling as he looked at her. He leans over to give her a peck on her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, Eds. So, it’s safe to say you liked them?”

“Baby, I am the luckiest son on a bitch on this earth to have a girl as beautiful as you do something like this for me. I’m never letting this book out of my sight.” He leans in for a quick kiss before getting his own devilish smirk on his face.

“What’s that face for?” She giggles, biting her bottom lip slightly.

Eddie flips to the middle of the book and points to the picture, staring directly at the camera, her lips looking juicy in the dark lipstick she was wearing, and her ass peekabooing behind her head in the back. “How about you recreate this pose for me?” Giving her the most puppiest of eyes.

“For you, anything. Let’s go birthday boy.”

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

pinning this one to my profile for the next two weeks.

The Tin Can Bros need your help as they embark on the Tinlightenment World Tour: Spreading the Gospel of TCB which includes 7 holy missions, aka 7 days exciting live events in LA, New York, London, Edinburgh, and Adelaide

Spy Another Day: in LA, original cast members of the TCB and Talkfine comedy musical, Spies Are Forever, will be reuniting (along with new special guests, many you know and love from Starkid) for a Rocky Horror Picture Show-esque live concert screening! Watch the full movie with audience participation and live musical numbers!

Spy Another Day, in London: that’s right, baby! Spies Are Forever live concert screening is coming to London, too! Featuring brothers Joey, Brian, and Corey, along with Lauren Lopez!

The Solve-It Squad Returns: at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, the original cast of TCB’s comedy play, The Solve-It Squad Returns!, will be back together once again to do the first ever live TCB event outside of America!

This Could Be On Broadway: the original comedy musical starring Bryce Charles, Esther Fallick, James Tolbert, and many more is coming back baby! live at 54 Below in New York City, the cast will be performing all the songs for the first time ever in front of a live audience.

Gross Prophets: An all-new original TCB musical about cults, enlightenment, financial and spiritual freedom! starring Joey Richter, Brian Rosenthal, and Lauren Lopez, with performances happening in Australia and LA!

Intelligent Life: the Tin Can Bros have a new queer sci-fi comedy show, Intelligent Life, and will be doing a live reading of the pilot episode in LA, summer 2024. following two ex-boyfriends, one who can’t get away from his ex, even after leaving Earth to explore a new planet!

The Great Debate: who is the best Hollywood Chris? what is the worst 3rd movie in a film trilogy? who is the worst muppet? what’s something that feels like a cult, but isn’t? so many questions to ask, so many opinions to debate! The Great Debate is a live comedy game show where the Tin Can Bros and special guests argue seriously unimportant topics with the kind of passion of a serious life-or-death debate. things get heated, friendships are ended, and one person will always come out on top… with so many amazing guests! TCB have already announced three special guests on The Great Debate; Smosh’s very own Angela Giarratana, Chanse McCrary, and Arasha Lalani!

but none of these projects can happen without your help! until March 2nd, the Tin Can Bros’ kickstarter is in full swing!! we’re working our way to their goal of $200,000!

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[lava-lamps-forever]

What's the coolest lava lamp you've ever seen? Or most creative

That question is hard cuz I've seen a lot of badass lava lamp customs. The most recent one that comes to mind is the teardrop shaped custom lava lamps.

I just think they're really smooth and cool looking. They also remind me of potion bottles, which I also think is really cool, haha.

also those custom ones that are made out of the glass skull heads. And the custom ones that are made out of alcohol bottles. Those ones are also very cool.

So yeah, there's a bunch of cool lava lamps, but if you want to know what 2 of my favorites, it's got to be the Garfield lava lamp where hes wearing a T-shirt that says "well Duh!" On it. And the PlayStation glitter lamp. Those two are like my holy grail lamps.

[maddieg0531]

Two Seconds Too Late

Bakugo x fem!reader

Hurt/comfort, angst

Warnings: swearing, kidnapping, talks of blood and wounds, self blame ?, generally more dark themes

Synopsis: You are taken right in front of Bakugo's eyes and he is too late to stop it

A/N: Holy heck guys, thanks for 2500 likes! I feel very honored to have people enjoy my work. I just mess around and write random crap, so the fact that anyone cares means a lot. Please feel free to give me suggestions: characters, topics, tropes, etc. I would love to write something you wanna see!

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“I need you to tell me what happened.”

Bakugo stares at the ground, sweat dripping off his brow. The mans voice is muddy, incomprehensible. The fluorescent lights of the drug store sign blur Bakugo’s vision. Their buzzing is deafeningly loud. His mind is spinning, thoughts screaming.

��Sir, I need you to tell me what happened.”

Bakugo whips his head up to look the cop in the eye. He grabs the cops shirt and pulls him close to his face, “You know what happened! I already fucking told you!” 

“I-I need to know the details. Just c-calm down.” The cop cowers at the pure, unadulterated rage burning inside Bakugo’s eyes. 

“CALM?! You want me to be calm right now!!” Bakugo throws the cop back, the man falling to the ground. “They took her! And instead of looking for her, you are sitting here asking stupid questions!”

“T-the heroes—they are going—“

“TO HELL WITH THE HEROES!” Bakugo’s hands start sparking. The cop scampers away, yelling at his coworkers that Bakugo is crazy. “What hell is wrong with me?! I couldn’t stop—I didn’t—“ His breathing is heavy, all his senses are muddied and confused. “DAMNIT!” Bakugo yells up at the sky, as if it is the moons fault you are gone. He starts pacing, his whole body shaking. What is he still doing standing around?! He has to go find you. He has to save you. 

Just before Bakugo can fly off, a strong pair of arms grab him from behind. Bakugo starts thrashing, trying to shake them off.

“Calm down! Dude stop it! It’s just me!” Bakugo whips around to see his friend, Kirishima.

“Let go of me! I have to go find her!” Bakugo tries to pull out of his friends grasp but he feels so weak. His body feels like collapsing. 

“Stop it! Stop. Just look at me. Look at me!” Kirishima forces Bakugo to look him in the eyes. “You are angry and confused right now. We have no idea where they went. We have people all over the city looking for her. Take a breath.”

Bakugo’s eyes are wide and crazed. He can’t breathe. He can’t think. He can’t—he can’t

“BAKUGO!” Kirishima thunders, breaking Bakugo from his shock. “Breathe in.” Bakugo takes a shaky breath in.

“Good. Now breathe out.” As Bakugo breathes out, his body collapses on top of Kirishima’s. Kirishima lowers Bakugo to the ground, unable to hold his body weight. 

“How did I let this happen? She was right there.” Tears threaten to spill down Bakugo’s cheeks.

“This isn’t your fault. I’m sure you did everything you could.”

“B-but I should have stopped them. I-I’m supposed to protect her.” 

“Shhh. I know. Let’s calm down and give the cops your statement. We will find her. I promise.” Kirishima lifts a broken, mumbling Bakugo over to the cops to explain the details of the situation. 

—30 minutes ago—

“You can stay in the car. I just have to run inside really quick.” Bakugo smiled at you as he parked the truck.

“Okay.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Bakugo stepped out of the truck and walked into the drug store. The sliding doors opened with a ding as he walked in. The poor lighting of the store made it feel almost as dark as outside. The smell of BO and weed drifted off of the cashier and customer, the stench permeating Bakugo’s nose. Bakugo kept his eyes directed at the dirtied white, laminate, tiles. He moved to the back of the store to grab ibuprofen and shampoo. Normally he wouldn’t buy from here, but it was the closest stop to his house and he was flat out of both items. As he scanned the shampoo isle for a decent brand, he heard a loud thud from outside followed by a scream. Bakugo immediately dropped the bottle of ibuprofen and ran outside. He made it out of the store just in time to see you being pulled into some portal by two men. You were thrashing and screaming, tears streaming down your face. The man holding you covers your mouth with a sneer plastered across his face.

“Y/N!” Bakugo charged at the portal as it started to close. You let out a muffled scream reaching for his hand, but he was too late. The portal closed taking you and the perpetrators with it and Bakugo stood alone, with an empty, outstretched hand. 

Bakugo sits in the police station, his leg bouncing so hard it is shaking the bench. His eyes are glazed over as he watches the police and heroes rush back and forth. He stares down the man behind the front desk, who seems to not be doing anything. The police told Bakugo to wait here because they would be the first people to know if you are found or not. People bustle around him, but he’s not sure they are actually doing anything. After all, you are still out there, alone and probably scared and he is sitting on a wooden bench in the police station, drinking fruit water and doing nothing. A tall, muscular cop walks up to Bakugo.

“You said the suspect who grabbed her was roughly 6ft, had black hair, and a scar on his right cheek, correct?” His monotone voice asks.

“Yes. You already asked me this. Why have you not found them yet?!” Bakugo shoots up to look the man in the eyes, rage pouring out of him. The cop doesn’t even flinch. 

“We are doing everything we can to find their whereabouts.” He drones, “We did find out some information on the kidnappers. The one male you identified was charged several years back for a shoddy bank robbery. He and his brother were sentenced to jail for 5 years, but got out early on good behavior. Is this the man you saw?” The cop turns his tablet around to show a mugshot of two men. 

Bakugo grabs the tablet, his vision going red, “Where is this son of a bitch?”

“We are working on locations. Several people have been dispatched to their homes, work places, and hangout spots. So far, no one has anything.” 

“Well, find them!” 

“My best guess is they took her for ransom, which means they will probably reach out soon.” The indifferent cop walks back to his workspace.

Bakugo paces back and forth. Soon isn’t good enough. He needs to find you now. You are his whole life. He doesn’t know what he will do if he loses you. Scratch that, he will kill the bastards that hurt you. Bakugo anxiously twists the wedding band on his finger. His fingers run over the smooth metal, each touch reminding him of you. You are strong. You will be okay. He tries to calm himself down but it isn’t working very well. 

Several hours pass, leaving Bakugo increasingly anxious. Kirishima left to help with the search for you. He forced Bakugo to stay behind in case the kidnappers try to make contact. Bakugo leans his arm against the front desk, tapping his fingers furiously. A tv sits behind the desk with the news channel running. All the noise is just background to Bakugo, until he hears your name. 

“Y/N Bakugo, Dynamight’s wife, was kidnapped earlier this evening. The police say that two brothers who were recently released from prison after being charged for robbing a bank, are the ones behind the kidnapping. As the time ticks by and Y/N is no where to be found, it makes people wonder, how did the wife of one of the top heroes manage to get kidnapped?” Before the reporter can say anything else, Bakugo smash the remote, turning the TV off.

“That’s it. I’m not sitting around here waiting any longer. I’m going to find her if it’s the last thing I do.” Bakugo marches up to the drone cop from before and grabs him by the shirt. “I want the name and address of every person connected to these guys now. I will find her and no one can stop me.” “I can’t let you do that. What if the kidnappers make contact?” The cops asks, voice slightly raised. 

“Then forward the call. Now give me the names.” 

Before they can keep arguing, the scrawny kid at the desk jumps out of his seat, “Sir!” 

“What is it, boy?” The cop demands.

“They found her!” 

Bakugo drops the cop and marches over to the desk, eyes wide. “Where is she?!” 

“S-she is at the—the h-hospital.” The young cop stammers. 

Bakugo rushes out the door and speeds over to the hospital. Bakugo’s vision goes blurry, his mind filled with endless questions of what happened and what they did to you. In no time, he makes it to the hospital. He bursts into the ER, doctors rushing by, patients being rolled in and out. The smell of rubbing alcohol and blood stains the air. His ears are filled with people talking, monitors beeping, and babies crying. He desperately looks around for any sign off you. Bakugo grabs a doctor, “Where is she?”

“Where’s who?” The man stutters.

“My wife, damnit! Where is Y/N!” Before the man can answer, he hears your voice from down a hallway. He bolts towards the sound, rounding the corner to see a bunch of doctors crowding a small room. “Where is she? What’s going on?” 

A nurse turns to him, “She won’t let anyone touch her, but we need to take care of her wounds.”

Bakugo looks through the window into the room to see you thrashing and crying, while doctors try to hold you down. Blood runs down the side of your face and your arms are bruised and cut. He can hear you cry, “Get off of me!! Only he can touch me! Stop touching me!!” 

“Let me in.” Bakugo’s face goes stone cold, all his rage and anxiety being shifted into a laser beam of focus on helping you. “Sir, we can’t let you in. She needs to be examined.” The nurse tells him.

Bakugo isn’t asking permission. He pushes past the doctors and nurses to get to you, “Get out of my way! Let me see her!”

Your screams stop when you hear his voice, “Katsuki?” Bakugo shoves his way in and runs up to you. “Katsuki!” You throw your arms around him, any injuries forgotten. You shove your face into his broad shoulder, tears gushing down your face. Bakugo holds you tight against him, tears also flowing down his face. “Help me please. You have to help me. T-they won’t l-leave—make it stop, make it stop.” You manage between sobs.

“Shhhh it’s okay. I’m here now. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” He picks you up sliding onto the bed and moving you to sit in his lap. “You’re okay.” He rubs your head while rocking you back and forth. 

“Don’t let go. Please, don’t” Your voice is broken and hoarse. Your hands grip his shirt so tightly that your knuckles are white. 

“It’s okay, love. I’m never gonna let you go.” Bakugo lightly grabs your face, his heart breaking at the sight of your wounds. You have a black eye and bruises all over. Blood runs down from a gash on your forehead. Your eyes are red and puffy, tears spilling out of them. “I am so sorry, love. I should’ve been there.  I shouldn’t have left you alone. I-I’m sorry—“

You shut him up by slamming your lips against his. He pulls you tighter against him, afraid that if he lets go you might disappear again. Your tears mix together, the taste of blood and salt prominent. You break apart for air and shove your face into his chest.

“Um, excuse me?” A nurse squeaks, “We need to check her wounds.”

Bakugo looks you up and down to see multiple gashes and bruises along your arms and legs. When he gets the chance, he is going to murder the men who hurt you. 

You look up at him, wide eyed, “Please don’t let me go.”

“I won’t let you go, but you need let them look at your injuries.” Bakugo says, soothingly stroking your hair.

You give a small nod. The doctors move in to check on your wounds, while you hold on for dear life to Bakugo. The doctors start saying something about potential stitches and taking an x-ray to check for broken bones, but it is all drowned out by your presence. Your warmth fills Bakugo’s most inner being. He stares at you with mixed emotions of sadness, anger (at the kidnappers), compassion, but most of all, love. As he carries you to the x-ray room, you cling tight to him and he will never let you go again.

[saltlickmp3]

DUDEEEEE so so so so. My sister bought a bunch of cheap plain black t-shirts to customize and she gave me one of them & it's tight and long sleeved so I decided it would look good worn under another shirt. So my plan was to make a row of skulls down the sleeves in bleach bc that's the only thing you would see. I expected it to bleach yellowy-white yknow? BUT. I JUST FINISHED THE FIRST SKULL AND HOLY SHIT IT BLEACHES RED. I AM GOING TO BECOME THE ACTUAL COOLEST PERSON ON THE PLANET OMG LOOK AT THIS

YOOOOOOO that looks so cool omg??? ive never seen anything that bleaches out red but hell yeah thats amazing 👍👍👍

[manybcdthings]

CRUZ ALVAREZ; TIDBITS

Memorable Moments in The Saints

RIP GHOST ™: Early in his time with The Saints, Cruz found a stray pitbull skulking around one of their warehouses. Cruz quietly started feeding it, training it. Months later, the dog tore through an intruder trying to set fire to the place. The dog, named Ghost, became his shadow and he kept him right up until Ghost died at 13 years old. He definitely misses him.

Cleaning House™: A rookie in The Saints had been pocketing money, thinking he was slick. Cruz didn’t yell, didn't waste time. He brought the kid to an abandoned lot and handed him a shovel. "Dig." the kid, confused, did as he was told. When he finished, Cruz looked at him and said, "This is where I was gonna put you. Don't make me change my mind." The message stuck.

The One That Got Away™: During an ambush by the Northside Kings, Cruz had a clear shot at their underboss. He could’ve ended it right there, but something made him hesitate. By the time he refocused, the guy was gone. Cruz hates to speak about it, but he carried that mistake like a weight on his back, more impatient than ever to settle the score.

No Such Thing as Off Duty™: A rival gang tried to jump one of The Saints at a bar, thinking they caught him alone. Cruz didn't hesitate to jump in. By the time the bouncers dragged him out, three of the attackers were laid out.

Quirks & Mannerisms

The Silent Stare: Cruz doesn't speak when he doesn't have to. Instead, he'll just look. It's not a challenging look, just an evaluation.

Holy Moly: Cruz is very religious, doesn't talk about it but sometimes attends church. And no, he doesn't see the irony.

A Dog for You and a Dog for YOU: Giving people well trained dogs is how Cruz outwardly shows he cares. If he offers you one for free, that's basically "I love you. Be safe."

Lip Curl of Disapproval: When someone's talking bullshit, Cruz doesn't interrupt. He just tilts his head slightly and curls his lip like he can smell the lie.

Checking Exits: No matter where he is, Cruz always clocks the exits first. It's a habit he picked up early and never shook.

Rolling His Sleeves: If he rolls up his sleeves, he's either relaxed or pissed off. Who can tell.

Rare but Genuine Smiles: There's times he really laughs. And really smiles. Who can say when. Even he doesn't know.

Always Has a Dog Around: Cruz always seems to have a dog nearby. He technically owns over 50 at any given time in his kennel and training business. Which is both legit and not legit.

Aesthetic & Weapons

Aesthetic

Style: Tactical but casual. Worn leather jackets, fitted t shirts, dark jeans, and heavy boots.

Accessories: A simple chain necklace tucked under his shirt. A cross. A heavy ring on his middle finger that's seen its fair share of fights.

Weapons

Bowie Knife: His preferred weapon for close work. Worn handle, sharp as hell.

Modified Glock 19: Custom grip, suppressor ready. It's his everyday carry.

Shotgun (Kel-Tec KSG): Kept at his place for when shit really hits the fan.

Brass Knuckles: Tucked in his jacket pocket, just in case.

Attack Dogs: In a fight, Cruz doesn't always need a weapon.

[templeofalice]

Holy fucking shit... I had this AIC fans t-shirt custom-made for all the guys at the Vegas show on 10/10 at Planet Hollywood! I can't believe they posted a pic of our buddy Larry in MY t-shirt!😯🥰