#Im vanilla milkshaking out

[98chao]

Yummers

[crumbs-of-the-machine]

A cold touch on a warm face..

[serendipitous-mage]

GRIMACE SHAKE RECIPE

i am SICK and TIRED of all these recipes online that aren't even trying, like yes of Course it will be *tasty* but raspberries blueberries and vanilla ice cream will Not taste like The Grimace Shake it will taste like a Froot Smoothie

when i tried the mcdicks version, the two flavors that immediately stood out insanely clearly to me were:

creamsicle ... and berry cap'n crunch

i was 94% sure i was riight, but didn't have a chance to test that theory ... until today >:3

that's all for my yappin here's that recipe! ingredients:

berry cap'n crunch cereal (we didn't have the 'oops all berries' it had regular mixed in, i just picked out the berry ones). blend or crush as finely as you can!

orange creamsicles

additional vanilla ice cream

milk (as needed to thin mixture)

optional black raspberry ice cream (for additional fruitiness if desired, purple colour also!)

optional whipped cream (topping)

i've only tried this once and it tasted too strongly of the cereal so i used too much of that, and i don't have exact measurements(sorry, if i try again and get closer i'll keep track and update!), but this go i did the following:

put approx 1 cup of berry crunch in blender and mix to break apart

add 3 creamsicles (minus sticks), and milk as needed, blend together

optional taste test

add 2 large scoops of ice cream, vanilla or black raspberry, depending what you have and/or how fruity the current mixture tastes, blend (add more milk if needed)

pour into cups and add whipped cream on top :3

it made about~ two good sized cupfuls, we split it in three unevenly so i'm not 100% sure lol. if you let the ice cream/creamsicles melt enough to be mixable by hand and went to absolute town on the cereal you could probably make this without a blender!

anyway go be free summon grimace and ik they dont have these anymore but dont give those clowns any money

[b0nelessdoodles]

dont usually post at this time but don't care i wanna post a wip for fun and profit cause i made this bigger than i meant to lmao

[saturngas]

hickeys on display

[🪐] satoru wears proudly the hickeys you left on him last night

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: established relationship; only one suggestive paragraph; crack fic? again me trying to be funny; nanami mentioned!; slight possessive traits;

word count: 1k

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nanami sometimes pitied you. you were a good human being, a nice woman, a devoted and strong sorcerer. but why did the world reward you with this menace that calls itself satoru?

the moment his eyes landed on the tall sorcerer walking in the bakery shop, nanami swore he wanted to throw himself off the window.

satoru had convinced him to go out to his favorite bakery shop to spend time while his beautiful wife returned from the mission. the blonde man actually didn't have any other plans for the day, so he could bare a couple of hours with the strongest.

but not like this.

Japanese culture revolved in humbleness and respect towards others. satoru was anything but that. he had gained multiple stares since he landed on the bakery, all eyes focused on the angry marks on his attractive neck and collarbones.

"what happened to you? were you attacked on your way here?" nanami asked sarcastically as satoru sat down in front of him.

"what do you mean, nanamin?" he faigned ignorance as he adjusted himself on his sit, his large hands fidgeting with the menu. nanami sent him a dead stare, not believing his cluelessness. "oh this?" he pointed to his exposed skin. "oh it's just that I miss my wife so much. I also want anyone to know im so taken."

Nanami couldn't believe his ears. he wanted to choke the hell out of the sorcerer for being so shameless.

"your ring is sufficient."

satoru eyed the silver band adorning his ring finger, the lovely reminder of your wedding playing on his head. "well, yeah I guess... but people dont usually look at other's people hands first."

the curious and judgmental stares from the strangers in the store were making nanami a bit uncomfortable. maybe he should just have his baguette as a take out.

"nanamin, have you ordered yet? I think ill have the strawberry cheesecake and a vanilla milkshak— what are you doing?"

in front of him was nanami holding up his phone, hands ready to take a picture of satoru as an evidence to you and a reminder to him to never go out with him again.

"im sending your wife a picture of you. I hope she doesn't approve this and takes you home away from people." as soon as satoru heard the mention of his wife, he stood taller in his sit, puffing out his hard chest, his exposed bruised neck more on display as a boyish grin struck his face.

"haha, okie~" a fit of giggles left his lips that made nanami exhale the hardest he had that evening. "please tell her I miss her and that I love her with all my heart."

come get your husband. he has no shame.

your phone buzzed in your pocket as a final puff left the remaining of the curses you just have exorcized. you checked the message sent by a good friend of yours, nanami. you couldn't help but laugh.

since you were called for a quick mission not too far from tokyo, poor satoru was left alone without his pretty wife. he insisted on going with you, however you reminded him of the house chores he had been avoiding the past weeks.

your husband had a habit of sending you recurrent messages whenever you were away. it could be him on a mission overseas sending you pictures of himself in every angle just to crack a smile on your face. or it could be him spamming you on texting him back if you left him on read by accident.

right now, it had been around thirty minutes since satoru had informed you he had finished his duties, sending you visual proof—he would often get away with it—and a dozens of messages declaring he missed you and was miserable without you, so he let you know he would be visiting nanami, probably because there wasn't anyone within his range he could bother.

what you didn't expect was the photo attached to nanami´s previous message.

satoru was sitting in a booth—probably in some bakery shop—with one of the biggest grins you had seen on his angelic face. his baby blue eyes were covered by his rectangular glasses and his white hair was a bit messy.

but what immediately caught your attention wasn't his toothy grin or his perfect jawline—it was the shameless exposure of his bare neck, where purple and red marks decorated the pale skin of his collarbones, neck, and trapezius.

the night before was a night. satoru made you feel so full that your eyes were at one point covered in tears of pleasure, your jaw as tight as ever as you took all of him so well. the carnal heat inside you was boiling and daring to explote, so you released it with snug bites on satoru's skin, anywhere within your range, making him groan and hiss in painful arousal. there were moments where you would almost chew on the rosy skin to suppress the loud moans. satoru took good care of you. but now?

your husband deliberately decided to wear that low collar sweatshirt you loved so much. but not right now! how was he so uncaring about showing the entire world your marital business?

a sighed left your lips as you replied to nanami with an "im coming," before departing your way to the place, already having the directions since satoru left his location on with you all the time.

"please dont ever do this, toru."

"then dont give me these hickeys! and dont leave me alone too much! I need to remind myself you still exist, baby."

"I was done with my mission in like two hours!"

"oh wow, you are getting stronger pookie bear."

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hello guysss, im working on other works because I have like so many ideas but it's kinda hard to write them all the way I want to. im also working on pt 2 of some works some of y'all have suggested. bare with me alr :]

[lovebugism]

Im a very indecisive person but I guess I'll go with “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” with Eddie, if you have any inspiration for this prompt 💕

ty for requesting!! — you get mean when you like someone, so eddie thinks you hate him (grump!reader, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, shameless succession reference, 1.9k)

“Please, tell me you’re joking,” you mumble through the melting vanilla shake on your tongue.

Robin grins at you across the table and shakes her head. “Nope,” she says, popping the p. “You are officially looking at Vicki Carmichael’s latest odyssey.”

You and Eddie look over your shoulder at Steve. He stands at the front counter and fumbles with the straw dispenser — hitting the lever repeatedly, with an increasingly rougher touch when nothing comes out. He flounders when they all spill out at once. 

He’s lucky he’s so pretty.

“Wait, I’m confused,” Eddie announces from beside you after stealing a sip of your milkshake. He squints and fights off a brain freeze. “Why didn’t he just tell us? He’s screwing the hottest girl in town— it feels like something he’d brag about.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you scoff, mostly kidding.

“‘Cause he knew you guys would totally ream him for it,” Robin answers and pinches fry crumbs into her mouth. Through a mouthful of them, she says, “It’s not like you’re usually supportive about this kinda stuff.”

“I’m all for Steve being a slut, okay?” you defend with your hands up in surrender. “But I do draw the line at my best friend fucking the girl who bullied me in high school.”

“What’d she do?” Eddie asks. You can’t tell if he really cares or if he just wants something new to laugh at you for, but you decide to humor him anyway.

“She cut out the boobs of my gym shirt before class because she knew if I dressed out again, I was getting detention,” you explain, smiling when it makes the table laugh. “I had to run the mile with my bright pink sports bra showing, but at least my record was clean.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Steve wonders aloud when he returns to the table, carrying the only straw that hadn’t fallen to the floor. He slides into the booth next to Robin and looks at the three of you expectantly.

“Nothing.” the brunette girl chirps.

“You,” Eddie deadpans.

You squint. “Real smooth, Munson.”

“Wait, what?”

Eddie laughs. “I mean, Vicki Carmichael? Seriously?”

Steve gapes at Robin, features yawned in betrayal. “You told them?” 

The girl shrugs, taking a big bite of her burger and playing coy.

“She’s hot and everything, but she’s really not your type, man.”

Steve’s eyes narrow across the table. “What’s that supposed to mean, freak?”

“She likes bad boys,” you answer for him, shrugging like it’s obvious. “You know, the Billy Hargrove types. With tattoos and leather jackets and long hair. And, no offense, but you’re the furthest thing from that.”

“I think you just described me, doll,” Eddie laughs.

“Weren’t you screwing around with Billy Hargrove a couple months ago?” Steve wonders with a knowing, honeyed squint.

“Shut up, Harrington,” you bite.

Eddie grins with all his teeth, pink and boyish and proud. “Oh, so you’re screwing guys that are just like me now, huh? I’m flattered.”

“If anything, you’re the dollar store version of Billy Hargrove, Munson,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, turning your attention to the milkshake in front of you. You stab holes in the thick ice cream and try to ignore the sudden attention.

All the eyes on you make you nervous. You were never good at being the butt of the joke. ‘Cause when you get embarrassed, you get mean. Like some kinda hurt dog.

“You have everything but the looks.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie snorts and snatches the frosted glass away from you. He slides it over to his side of the table and sips from the straw that has your lipstick stained on the tip of it. “You can’t insult me—”

“Can’t I?”

“—Not when you’re fucking a carbon copy of me,” he scoffs and tries to ignore the jealousy burning wildfires behind his ribcage.

“He’s nothing like you,” you insist.

“He’s exactly like me. Just blonde. And watered down,” Eddie argues, face twisted with disgust. He smiles when it makes everyone else laugh but you. “I mean, it’s kinda sad, actually. I turned you down, so you had to try it out with Hargrove?”

“I didn’t try it, first of all, I fucking conquered it,” you retort, not exactly joking but grinning when it makes Steve and Robin chuckle to themselves. “And second of all, I never wanted you, Munson. So there was never anything to turn down.”

Your words sting somewhere deep in his chest. Like there’s a knife lodged deep in his heart that aches every time he breathes. He doesn’t know what to do with this hurt other than hurt you back. 

“So that night you told me you liked me after my show— that was all a lie?” he asks, smirking to hide his ache.

Robin’s eyes go wide as she bites into her burger. “What is this? A sleepover?” she scoffs with her mouth full. “Why is everyone telling each other’s secrets?”

“You started it, Buckley,” Steve quips before stealing one of her fries.

Your answer is immediate. A total lie, but instant nonetheless. No one’s gonna out-insult you. Rarely ever do you come out of petty arguments without having drawn the most blood.

“Yeah! You bombed, and I felt bad, and I wanted to make you feel better,” you confess with a sinister giggle. “What I really wanted to say is that I wish your mom had given birth to a can opener because at least then it might be good at something.”

Eddie meets your smirk with a glower, something genuinely pained that makes your chest sting. You refuse to show it, though. Not even when he slides out of the booth. “Yeah, okay. Fuck you,” he mumbles to himself as he goes.

“What?” you scoff a cynical laugh.

“C’mon,” Steve murmurs quietly to you. “That was a little too far.”

“Oh, so he can make fun of me, but I can make fun of him?”

“It’s different. You know that.”

You roll your eyes even though you know he’s right. Eddie’s a clown, but he means well. He’s a dumbass because he doesn’t know how to be serious about anything, but he’s hardly ever outright mean. 

You’re made of something more hardened than that. You set fires all around you, and only when a person walks through it do you know they really care. You don’t mean to be so mean half the time. It’s a defense mechanism more than anything. A time-bomb you never really learned to defuse.

“It was a joke, Eds!” you shout as he storms the short distance to the entrance of the diner.

“Well, surprise. I have feelings—” he grins, though there’s little emotion behind it. The door dings over his head when he shoves it open. He reaches for the crushed packet of cigarettes in his pocket. “—And you just hurt them.”

The diner feels strangely silent with him gone. The air feels noticeably heavy, too. 

You reach for the milkshake he left on his side of the table and slide it audibly back over to you. You don’t sip from it, though. Your stomach’s too much in knots now. You just busy your fidgeting hands with it, holding the frosted glass in your delicate palms until they ache.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumble, not meeting the silent looks Robin and Steve give you across the booth.

“Go talk to him before you give him a complex.”

“Yeah,” the boy hums with a knowing smile. “Go kiss and make up.”

“Shut up,” you bite with a scrunched-together face. You deflate with a sigh. “Fine. I’ll go— but not because you told me to.”

You hear them laugh quietly to themselves as you walk out behind Eddie. 

He leans against the corner of the old building and blows smoke from his lungs. He looks relatively unfazed despite the circumstances. You swallow down the worry that you’re embarrassing yourself by being out here at all.

Your shoes scuff against the sidewalk as you near him. “Eds—”

“I’m fine,” he interjects before you can say anything real. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“Well, it’s too late. Steve and Robin already kicked me out here, so…” You trail off in a monotone, despite having already declared that you were out here not because you were told to be. He doesn’t need to know that, though. “…I’m sorry.”

He takes a puff of the cigarette between his fingers, then shrugs on the exhale. “Okay.”

“The can opener thing was stupid— I mean, it wasn’t nice either, but it was a really dumb joke,” you ramble without taking a single breath. You cross your arms over yourself in a makeshift shield. “You didn’t even bomb that night. At your show or whatever. I lied. You were… You were actually really good.”

Eddie turns his head slowly. He blinks at you with chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement.

You cower under his stare. “What?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he insists with a crooked smile.

“What?” you repeat, forcing a laugh.

“You’re fucking with me,” he chuckles and brings the cig back to his mouth. He mumbles through the stick. “But it’s cool, you know? I can cope.”

“I’m being serious, Eddie,” you argue. And then, when your chest starts to sting, it becomes impossible not to make a joke. “I think you’re a… super-talented superstar—”

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he interjects with a sincere laugh, like honey and gunpowder.

You giggle, and the foreign tension ebbs.

“I’m just kidding,” you assure and prop your back against the wall beside him. “Well, I mean, I’m not, but I…” You stammer when you can’t find the words. You gesture wildly with your hands. “I do think you’re talented, it’s just— It’s hard for me to be serious, okay? But I am sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he assures, tossing the cigarette to the ground and snuffing the ash with his sneaker. “Trust me. I know what you mean.”

You swallow hard. “And I wasn’t… What I said to you that night, in your van after the show… I wasn’t lying.”

Eddie’s head snaps up. He blinks at you with a gaping gaze, even though you’re not looking at him to see it. You’re much more focused on the dumpster across the street, lest you meet his eyes and get embarrassed all over again. 

This is the realest you’ve ever been with him, you think — since you told him you liked him and he all but turned you down.

Being vulnerable has been impossible since then.

“Then why’d you never talk to me about it again?” he asks, then stammers over himself. “You acted like it never even happened— I thought I fucking— like, dreamt it or some shit.”

“Because you didn’t say anything back! I thought you didn’t feel the same way!”

“I was just— I was just shocked. You always act like you hate me!”

“Because I like you, you idiot!” you blurt before you mean to, then huff with impatience at yourself. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t know… I don’t know how to be nice to people I like.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie laughs, shifting on the brick wall until his shoulder rubs against it. He looks down at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time — glittering with the hope of finally getting close to you, of finally having something real.

“Don’t laugh!” you argue. “I’m trying really hard here!”

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, leaning in until you can taste the nicotine on his breath. In a honeyed tone, he confesses, “It’s a good thing I like you mean, then, huh?”

Your heart lurches into your throat. He smirks when you freeze, and knocks his shoulder against yours when he heads back into the diner.

The game of cat and mouse continues.

[aardvaark]

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video 3: omgg guys, TIL that liking vanilla milkshakes?!…. means you have adhd, autism, bpd, depression, anxiety & maladaptive daydreaming?? woww!!

video 4: adhd is for himbo boys, autism is for quiet girls <3

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video 6: [hypnotic spiral in background] your mom is a narcissist your mom is a narcissist your mom is a narcissist your m

video 7: hi everyone, today i’m dividing all the mental illnesses into the categories of "uwu quirky child" disorder, "evil scary abusive" disorder, and "idk what that is" disorder. these categories should be added to the DSM btw

video 8: i’m an actual psychologist and i just openly hate people with cluster b PDs

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[jackmanbj]

not just yours

summary: you and jack have been seeing each other for a while now and hes trying everything in his power to get you to break up with him.

you hade just stepped into jacks home and he was already giving you jewelry and purses.

“jack baby, sam is going to be asking where i got all this stuff from.”

“from your main man duh.”

“jack be serious.”

“i dont know, just say your best friend got you these as a surprise because we haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“whatever.”

jack reached over to get a necklace around you.

“jack how much was this?”

“eh it wasn’t that bad.”

“j how much?” “it was only 5k, it wasnt bad babe calm down.”

“fine.”

jack pulled out his phone for you to see your face on his wallpaper.

“baby i got you a gift!”

“what is it stink?”

jack blind folded you and brought you outside, he took the blindfold off and you seen a pink rolls-royce.

“JACKMAN OH MY GOD!!”

jack leaned over and kissed you cheek.

“do you like it sweet girl?”

“you did not oh my god!”

you wan to the hood of the car where the keys were and unlocked it.

jack took his phone and took pictures of you next to your car.

“jack baby, i love this car so much but, i have a boyfriend. how am i just going to pop up back home with a whole fucking expensive ass car?”

“mamas break up with him!”

“what no!”

“and why not?”

“jack i.. im scared, i hate letting people down and then what if i feel guilty and just get back with him?”

jack went over to you picked you up and went over to the passenger side and placed you into the car as he went over to the driver side.

“where are we going?”

“to your house to go get your stuff, just break up with him please.”

“jackman if i tell you no one more time your using your hand for a fucking month.”

“baby, you cant live without some dick be so for real.”

“jack baby i have a boyfriend who can give me dick?”

“don’t mention him while we’re together unless your telling me your breaking up with him.”

jack put the car in drive and started making his way to mcdonald’s.

the car ride was silent, you were on your phone texting sam while jack was obviously starting to get upset.

“why cant you just leave him though? it’s a serious question, he doesn’t treat you good, and you obviously aren’t satisfied with him.”

“you just told me not to mention him and not even two minutes lat you are, jackman i want to be with only you i do but give me some time and ill break up with him, you trying yo force me is just going to make me stay with him longer. calm down and give me time jack.”

jack huffed and pulled into the mcdonald’s driveway and ordered himself a ice scream sunday.

“what do you want baby?” “vanilla milkshake and medium fries.”

jack told the lady your order and started pulling up the the first window.

jack took his card out and handed to her.

you noticed when the girl grabbed his card she made it her top priority to slightly grab jacks hand before she giggled and closed the window.

“uhm..”

“what?” “did she just like..grab your hand for real like deadass in front of me.”

before jack got a chance to answer you the lady opened the window back up and handed jack the card and a piece of paper.

jack looked at the paper and it read ‘***-***-****’ -amari.

you took the paper from jack and read it yourself before you could even have the slightest chance to react or get pissed of jack went up to the next window.

you balled up the paper and put it in your back pocket to throw away later.

jack handed you your fries and milkshake as he started driving back to his house.

“mamas.”

“yes baby?”

“can i have some of your milkshake?”

“no we literally just left, you could have gotten some when we were there.”

jack reached over your lap and grabbed your milkshake and taking a long sip.

you looked at him in disbelief as he laughed and handed you your milkshake.

“i fucking hate you.”

you took another sip of your milkshake as jack pulled up to a gas station.

you wanted to get some snacks so you went in the store for jack and left your phone.

after a little while of you, being in the store a incoming call came in from ‘sammy🫀’

jack knew you were going to kill him for this but he answered the phone.

“hey baby, when are you coming back home?”

“i dont know man she might not be home for a few days.”

“say who the fuck are you??”

“her main man duh.”

sam started cursing jack out when he seen you walking out the store.

he quickly hung up and placed your phone right back where it was.

you got into the car and noticed your phone ringing, you picked it up and put your hand up to jack telling him to be quiet.

“WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT DUDE THAT ANSWERED THE PHONE FOR YOU??”

jack got out of the car and started making his way to the gas pump after turning off the car.

“what dude sam? im by myself right now..?”

“nahh fuck all that, i called you and some dude answered talkin’ ‘bout you might not b home for a few days. but its good though go live with him ima pack all yo shit, im not going anywhere o break nothing im just going to pack it up so you can pick it up tomorrow, i hope he let you live with him.”

sam hung up and honestly you were relieved, i mean you were pissed at jackman of course but you finally got out of the toxic relationship you were just in and were desperate to escape.

jack got back in the car without saying a word and all you did was pull his face in and kiss him.

“you have to come with me to get my stuff tomorrow from my old apartment, rather you like it or not i live with you not and your using for hand till the end of december baby.”

[braxlrose]

Hi!!! A new fan of tokio hotel here and I was wondering if you could write some dating headcannons for gustav for a gem reader whose also in a band? Much love btw <3

I've been looking through the requests and finding georg and gustav stuff so yall can get some more so here we go!!

dating gustav

cw: mentions of sex, cockwarming, kissing, oral (f and m recieving), etc.

✮ he's the type of guy who holds the side of your waist while walking down the street. not for possessiveness or any of that shit, just because he likes it and it makes you feel safe. He also knows the sidewalk rule. keep that in mind ladies.

✮ even though gustav is a fantastic cook now, he mostly just made stuff from boxes in the 2000s. but yall would always make stuff together.

✮ when you're on your period, he always makes you stuff. especially milkshakes. he's got a signature one, which is just vanilla ice cream, peanut butter and bananas. but it tastes amazing, and gustav always puts so much love into it.

✮ he gives you backrubs, and footrubs, brushes your hair and brings a heating pad for you. im telling you guys, he's literally the perfect bf.

✮ when yall finish a song on stage he comes up behind you and gives you hugs and kisses. and the fans eat. it. up.

✮ but if he's not wearing a shirt and he comes up behind you, he's gets you all sweaty. I just love you so much I can't help it. he says. but let's be fr. he's just a little shit. we still love him though.

✮ he tries to teach you how to play the drums, he sits you on his lap and holds your hands and wrists to show you what to do. and he rests his chin on your shoulder which he ends up breathing in your ear. totally doesn't make you clench your thighs and get wetter and wetter every single. but mans also gets soooo annoyed when you're doing something wrong 😭

✮ cockwarming while teaching you how to play drums is a must. i don't remember who wrote it, but I swear I remember reading it somewhere. @bored0writer edit: THIS IS WHO WROTE IT AND ITS AMAZING OMG

✮ like I had said in my last post, gustav is a soft dom. disagree w/ me all you want, but it's true.

✮ after concert cock sucking is so good. you both love it so much. you have adrenaline running through your veins and it feels so good.

✮ he has the softest lips in the entire world, it's insane. so kissing him is so nice.

✮ he takes you on the cutest dates. whether you two are going out to dinner, to a movie, or just staying at the hotel rooms, they're always amazing.

✮ he's also got super soft hair which is amazing to run your hands through when making out or fucking.

✮ he'll lay between your thighs for hours after teasing and leaving hickies on your thighs.

✮ he likes to hold down your thighs when he's eating you out and fucking you with his tongue because it gives him better control and he likes that. a lot.

✮ whenever you try and rut against his face while he's going down on you, he'll slap your cunt as many times as he wants until you learn your lesson (if you're into that).

✮ and on the other side, he's a big sub too. always moaning and groaning and whining and wriggling underneath you as you pump and suck on his cock. ironic huh. he's so sweet and whiny. and he's totally got a mommy kink. big time mommy kink.

✮ loves it when you ride his thigh. thinks you look so sexy.

✮ if you play the guitar, you'll try and teach him how to play too but he'll end up complaining how his fingers hurt. poor baby :(

✮ you two always share hotel rooms and stay up watching movies together

✮ I STAND BY THIS. he is the best cuddler to exist. he's so soft and squishy, and since he's got some chub on his stomach, he's so nice to cuddle with.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! TY for all the requests

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[98chao]

cookie run: kingdom characters as the "i want a baby" meme

[mouthfullofmunson]

Some perv!eddie thoughts because I’m too far gone

He’s been y/n’s best friend since the two were super young because her mom and his uncle dated for a little bit

And the bond never broke so they were always together

After years and years of friendship he has obviously seen y/n naked once or twice or a handful of times

He never really grew out of the way too horny during puberty stage so the second he sees a bit of side boob he makes up an excuse as to why he has to leave or something

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom, I think I’m going to throw up I ate too much candy”

“Can I shower? Im getting sleepy and you don’t want me all dirty while I sleep in your bed!”

“Oh fuck I forgot my old man wants me home soon…”

And when she wears a shirt with no bra he does everything in his power to get her to bend over at the right angle so he get to see at least see a little bit, hopefully nipples but that’s only if he’s lucky to be sitting at the perfect angle

And he “accidentally” grabs her tit while they are cuddling or somehow “accidentally” pinches her nipple he’s like “oh my god :( I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that 🥺”

And she just responds back with a smile and a “it’s okay, Eddie. I know you didn’t mean to!”

And if he sees her tits jiggle under her shirt while she walks… consider him dead (😔)

And when he gives her a kiss on the cheek it’s always a little closer to her mouth than expected but he needs to know how soft her lips are… for a friend he’s likes to call… his cock

He lets her have sips of his drinks when he gets a milkshake or a slushy when they are out together but he had to hold it for her and watch her open her mouth to wrap around the straw

And if it’s a thick smoothie and she has to suck hard lord help him

His mouth pops open and he watches her every move

And he gets out a little moan

“Oops, sorry. I’m probably taking forever.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Take your time.”

“It’s really good Eddie” she smiles at him with a little vanilla ice cream still on her lips. He just lets out a shaky breath and nods before he thumbs the ice cream from her lip

When she stays the night he waits for her to fall asleep so he can jerk off as quietly as humanly possible while sleeping next to her

And he would definitely steal a shirt or something to sniff while he jerks off because he wants to imagine that shes still with him

And if he’s staying the night at her house he absolutely refuses to leave her side so he won’t miss anything exciting, like when she showers. He makes sure to move her towel or let her forget to grab a towel if she doesn’t have any more stocked up

Just to see her peek out of the shower

And then when he gets a towel for her he just pulls back the shower curtain like “here!”

“I’m naked!”

“Oh yeah, I somehow forgot…”

And he tells her all his dirty fantasy just to see her face- making sure to leave out the fact that she’s in all of them

And sometimes he “accidentally” grids himself into her clit while they hug or cuddle and then he act oblivious to her frazzled state “I can’t get comfy:(“

And sometimes he just opts for laying his head in her lap and once the movie is halfway through he act like he’s asleep and turns toward her, rubbing his face into her lap, acting like he is stirring in his sleep when really he just wants his nose as close to her panties as he can get it

and when he sees her in a bikini… he’s done

He sits in the hot tub with her and rubs himself through his swim trunks until he cums

One hand over his cock, the other gripping a beer can

And if they are with some other people (maybe Steve, Robin?) he definitely pulls Y/n onto his lap and he’s like “sorry :/ they need some room so you’re stuck with me!!”

But she wouldn’t mind

And he would be freaking out over them only having the tiniest layer of fabric blocking them from touching where he wants to the most

and he so gets her to do the nasty stuff that middle school boys do

“Open youre mouth and pretend to shake salt, I heard after a second you start to taste it”

“I don’t taste anything?”

“Give it a second”

And he feels bad he’s such a perv toward his best friend but it feels so good to touch her, she hasn’t seem to mind or care when he does, so why should he stop if neither of them have a problem?

And he stops feeling bad the second she starts doing the same things back to him

Sitting on his lap and wiggling a little

Sitting next to him and going to rest her hand on his thigh but she accidentally touches his cock “oops, sorry, Eddie :/ didn’t mean to touch you there…”

Or when she gives him little compliments “you’ve got nice hands” and plays with his rings or compares hand sizes with him (when really she’s just trying to figure out how thick his fingers are so she knows how many to stuff inside of herself)

And when she changes in front of him and so conveniently has on her pretty panties, or she has to fix her bra straps and suddenly her tits are bouncing right in front of his eyes

And when she borrows a shirt it seems like she always returns them and exchanges them for another one the moment they don’t smell like him anymore

Let me know your thoughts!!

:)

[thomatri]

You,me and our adopted teenage son Steve (Charles)

Synopsis- your best friend Shidou promised to hang out with his soccer friend Charles so now what was going to be you asking Shidou out has turned into you and Shidou co parenting. Lucky for you Charles got your back

Paring- Shidou X mReader

Warning - cursing, sex jokes💀(there teen boys), chaos,

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Today is the day. I finally ask Shido out!

That’s the 10th time I told myself that today I need to actually call Shidou but my phone just lays in front of me with his contact open

“If you don’t call him I’ll snap your neck” my twin brother Raichi says. Isn’t he just an Angel

“I’m trying to calculate what I’m gonna sa” before I can finish my sentence he presses the call button

“RAICHI YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“Am I interrupting something” I hear Shidou voice say with a hint of amusement

“No no haha you know Raichi my biggest op” I say laughing awkwardly

I clear my throat

“Anyways I was wondering if your not busy do you wanna hang out today” I ask

“Hell yeah!”

“Really?!”

“Yeah I need help babysitting this kid anyways” he says and I hear a muffled voice of what sounds to be a teenager?

“Kid?…”

“I’m not a kid asshole I’m 15!” The teenage voice says

“Instead of saying bad words introduce yourself “ Shidou says and I hear some words fly and rustling

“I’m Charles I play soccer with Shido his ass promised to hang out with me but I don’t mind his boyfriend coming along” Charles says

“He’s not gay dipshit”

“I AM DONT WORRY” I say

Shit I just came out to Shidou

“See im always right” Charles says

“Anyways we gotta go so Shido can do his 40 step skin care routine” Charles says

“Nice meet ya tho”

“Uh nice meeting you too”

“Shut the hell up it’s only 30 steps” Shido says

“Yap yap yap thats all you do” Charles says and I bust out laughing hanging up

Maybe this Charles guy ain’t too bad

Plus he helped me with step 1 of asking Shido out, letting Shidou know I’m into boys

———————————————————————

I texted Shido the info and what we’re doing today

“Hey y/n feels like it’s been forever” I see Shidou handsome face and feel my pants get tigh- oops wrong body function I mean I feel my heartbeat fasten

“Woah! Your y/n damn your fine” Charles says cheesing and I feel a little violated a 15 just called me fine

“Uhm thank you, you actually pretty adorable considering Shido I expected some a monster or something” I say smirking and Shido laughs making my bone- I mean heartbeat fasten

As we start walking to our destination I feel Charles pull my hand so we stumble a little behind Shido

I quirk my eyebrow in confusion

He has a cheeky smile on his face and I’m terrified not gonna lie

“I’m gonna help you and Shido get together!” He says with jazz hands

“Uhm thanks” i say smiling and he smiles back running up to Shido

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We enter the cafe and go to the counter to order our food and drinks

“Hello welcome the cafe, and may I say your son is quiet adorable” the lady at the counter says with a smile

I’m confused last time I checked ion really look like Charles and Shido definitely don’t look like him but I shrug

“Thanks!” Charles says smiling and I laugh to myself. This guy I swear

“Alright what can I get y’all” the lady at the counter says pulling out a notepad

“Do you guys have macaroons?” He asks almost jumping up and down with joy

“We do, is three okay for you?” She asks and he nods

“And what can I get for you as a drink” she asks Charles and he ponders for a second

“A vanilla milkshake please” he says and she smiles and nods

“How about you sir” she looks over to Shido

“Can I get yukhoe” he asks Hand on his hip scanning there menu for drinks

“Oh Uhm were not currently serving yukhoe I apologize” she says still smiling. I know her jaw hurt

Shido groans and I glare making him smirk making me confused

“Fine I’ll order whatever Y/n ordering” he says a hand on his hip

“Oh uh I’ll have f/f and f/d” I say and the lady nods giving us a table

“Why were you smirking” I ask and he laughs he

“Aren’t you perceptive?” He says smiling

“Sure”

As we wait for our food Charles sips on his milkshake

“Can I have a macaron” Shido asks

“Nope!”

“What Why?! What happened to friendship”

“Dude these macarons were 734 yen(5 dollars each)each” Charles says and Shido and I are shocked

Our food arrives and we eat and chat here and there. For the most peaceful experience and that’s saying a lot considering I’m hanging out with the two most chaotic people known to planet earth

“So where to next” Charles asks

“The movies, you guys might wanna buy some snacks just in case y’all get hungry” I say and they both nod

“What genre is it romance?” Charles asks wiggling his eye brows

“No it’s actually action” I say. In reality I had 2 panic attacks trying to find a movie for us to watch and just went with a mediocre action movie, yes I regret it

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We buy our tickets and snacks. Charles insisted Shido and I share a popcorn while he get his own.

We sit down with Shido sits in the middle

Shido acting kinda weird though he’s been stiff ever since we’ve enter the movie theater but I shrug it off

When we sit down and the movie starts a little I feel something warm on my hand

I look down and see Shido holding my hand

I don’t look at him cause I don’t want to make anything weird. I’m sure it’s taking everything inside of him not to tweak out so I just enjoy

But what feels like a few minutes later Shido snoring laying his head on mine. This man is 6,1 so he is not laying his head on my shoulder but who am I to complain

Charles looks over Shido to me and smirks. I roll my eyes with a smile

I don’t blame Shido for falling asleep this movie is trash

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Shido yawns and stretches

“That movie was ass” Shido says and Charles yawns

“Charles ride should be heading this way soon and I actually live near here so I’ll just walk home” Shido says and I nod. Today was fun just a couple of guy friends hanging out

I mean guy friends don’t usually hold hands in movie theaters or call each other boyfriend but I mean I don’t want to ruin our friendship honestly. Even if there’s an off chance Shido does like me back what if he gets tired of me? And just leaves me or worse cheats on me with Sae

Charles people pull up and we say our goodbyes. He may have not been the most helpful but I have to admit he made today way more fun

“Welp I’m gonna head out see say” Shido says sticking his tongue out walking away with a single hand wave

…

“Shido wait” I say and he turns around with a smile

“I don’t know why but I like you. Wait no that’s rude I mean I like you bu-“ I say but Shido kisses me. It’s surprisingly soft but for like a split second until he slips tongue in. And if you think just seeing him gives me a boner what do you think gonna happen if I French kiss him

We break the kiss and he smirks

“I like you too” he says grabbing my hand and walking

“Where are we going?” I ask and he smiles

“My place”

I’m shocked

“Haha don’t worry I’m not gonna fuck you I wanna watch an actually good movie let’s go” he says smiling

[juneberrie]

dating steve randle ʚɞ headcanons

ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🔧 ﾟ. steve randle x gn!reader

author's note — ꩜ im coming out as a steeb handlebar lover ♡ divider by @/benkeibear

word count — ☆ 0.5k

warnings — ✦ mentions of rumbles

okay so im taking a page out of @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me's book and stating flat out that he's a simp <3

you could literally breathe and he be smiling at you with the happiest look on his face!!! because yk

thats his lover!!! his!!! partner!!! you love him!!

he lubs u so much

tbh i feel like he would call his s/o things like sugar, doll, angel, darlin, and squish

squish bc whenever he comes up to you he'll squish ur cheeks and then mwah 😽

i firmly believe that he would let you play with his hair

only u

he'd wash his hair first tho, he doesn't want ur hands all coated in grease🧍‍♀️

if you trace the swirls he has in it so carefully kept in place with grease? hes done for. just gently run ur fingers over them and he's melting like an ice cream dropped on the sidewalk

enough ab his hair tho lets talk about other stuff <3

i know for a fact that if you're dating steve you're also good friends with soda

if you dont like him or he doesn't like you, sorry steve suddenly lost all feeling toward u 🧌

anyways

so just imagine if u work at the dx with them, and ur working the register. u yell something back to steve and he js runs up like "yeah, sugar?" from the garage, grease and oil on his face but with a smile wide as the grand canyon i-

omg school with him would be so wild

he shows up, he has decent enough grades, but he's not ponyboy 🧍‍♀️

he'll sidle up to your locker and ask for answers to the homework thats now like 3 weeks late but he's jumping to give you the notes, the answers to the homework, the answer key that a teacher left lying on a desk

he has that "anything 4 u!!!" mentality

if soda is a colt then steve is a puppy <3 he's very energetic and hes like ur own personal cheerleader <3 hes always quick to tell you how proud he is of u and how much he loves you

he looooves vanilla milkshakes and will absolutely share a straw and a milkshake with his you at the dingo <3

and he'll kiss u right after and he tastes like vanilla and he gives u a little smile eeeee

hes either very very hyped after a rumble or he isnt

if they win, good luck trying to wrangle him (and probably soda too tbh) to sit down so u can patch him up

he keeps trying to kiss u and he just has this big ass grin on his face

right when he gets home he’ll scoop u up and just yell loud enough for all of tulsa to hear “WE WON!!! SUGAR, WE WON!!!”

cutie <3

oh but if they lose… uhmm

hes like silent. its scary. he's not all gung-ho like he usually is. he's pretty sad :(

but patch him up, give him a few kisses, tell him u love him and that ur still proud of him, and all is right in his world <3

[ganjamonster11]

hello boohgerman and Co. howareyou onnthis noght. have you tried plant basef meat before? cuz i want an impossible burger with american cheese lettuce pickle tomato ketchup mustard caramelized onions. impossible burger suggests theres aPossible burger right???? what food areyou craving right now. also iwantedto yell you...if i ever dont rrespond...or answer quickly...i hopeyou neverthink i dont care cuz i do. im just weird sometimes and honestly not very social even though i like. Am. i love being around people and talkingto people and making new friends. but i also always feel like im running late and have to do 30 million things every day even tjough i dont. and i dont respond. uts weird. but i love you somuch and youare so cool and talented and i literally consider you a cartoonist. like you are so cool i wish you had an adult swim show or worked on smiling friends or something cuz you could. youre so funny and you got them Good Worms in your noodle. somethings working funny and right in there. love you

HELLO LOOSE GOOSE I Am doing OKAY i got beaten the Shit out of but Am doing ok right now … I HAVE NEVER HAD PLANT BASED MEAT METHINKS but i’d love to try .. sounds Fwicking delicious… I AM CRAVING A BIIIIG TUNA SAMMICH!!!!AND A PUMPKIN SPICE VANILLA COFFEE MILKSHAKE!!and do NOT worry at ALL dude i totally get it and i never ever think you don’t care like you have your own life and allat.. so am never mad.. I LOVE TO MAKE FRANDS TOO I LOVE MAKING NEW FRIENDS EVERY DAY ☝️

i freaking love you too dude you are actually so Awesome and talented it’s insane.. like i constantly scroll thru your page and just stareat your art and droolwide eyed like a little baby with an ipad

THAT’S THE BIGGEST COMPLIMENT I’VE EVER GOTTEN DUDE AND I COULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU i’ve been wanting to make cartoons since i was a little kid! i’d love to do more with my drawings and maybe branch out into Animation or Comics i just kind of Suck Ass at drawing below the bust (and doing posing.and anatomy. and consistency.and dialogue) i’m thinking of taking classes for visual arts and whatnot in a couple years but i’m also thinking of ten billion other things and that includes Crashing my car into a tree so we’ll have to see. blergh i’ve yapped too much And now I’m annoyed with myself

[carlos-in-glasses]

Happy Wednesday and yuletide felicitations to one and all.

Sharing a section from Where All This Love Comes From, Chapter 7: A Boy's Best Friend (posting on Sunday!)

In which teenage Carlos has been unceremoniously dragged by his parents to visit a newborn baby, and he isn't happy about it. Luckily, there's also a dog. And a boy.

He’s escaped to the kitchen, because here he can hang out with their elderly golden retriever – a glamorous white-coated lady called Zelda – and he’s massaging her head with salad tongs when he notices the time change on his digital watch. For some reason it makes him fiercely angry, and it’s the exact moment Gabriel wanders in to find him like this: Crouched on the terracotta floor tiles, looking furious, while an ancient pup appears to be in a state of total ecstasy because her ear is being rubbed by a large wooden fork.

“There you are,” Gabriel says, carrying his empty coffee mug to the sink. “Everyone was wondering where you got to. Give me that.” He scoffs and snatches the salad tongs from Carlos, dumping them in the sink with his mug.

Zelda whimpers at the loss, so Carlos strokes her snout with his thumb.

“When are we going home?” Carlos asks it like a challenge, stares at the time of his life ticking away.

12:01, his watch says.

He’s expecting his father to huff, to stretch out a pointing arm and demand he get his moody ass back into the living room and coo over the boring baby, but that doesn’t happen. When it doesn’t happen, Carlos finds the courage to glance up. Gabriel is drying his hands on a red gingham seersucker cloth, regarding him with a half-smile.

“Not really your scene, huh?” Gabriel says.

Carlos shrugs with one shoulder.

“I get it. But the girls want to stay.”

“I know.”

“How about you and me go for lunch?”

Carlos gazes at his dad distrustfully, rising to his feet. “Just us?”

“Yeah. I want to take my boy for some food.”

“I’m really, really hungry,” Carlos tells him, quiet and ashamed, like it’s a terrible secret, even though him eating everybody out of house and home is probably the most well-established fact about Carlos Reyes.

Gabriel laughs, slapping the cloth down. “I’ll take you to Mockingbird,” he says, “It’s been a long time.”

Mockingbird Diner. Sometimes, when Gabriel’s shifts had allowed it, he’d meet Carlos at the school gates and take him for a milkshake. When did that stop? It feels like forever ago, but when Carlos thinks about it, he can smell salted fries. He can feel himself holding an ice-cold glass. He’d always get vanilla. If Gabriel had a milkshake too, he’d always get chocolate.

_______________________________

It’s a hectic weekend lunchtime at Mockingbird, but a booth by the window becomes free as they enter. A friendly college-age boy buses them over. The table is still messy with evidence of its former occupants. Carlos watches with interest as half-empty lemonade glasses and plates scattered with crumbs are lifted out of sight. He likes the boy’s hands – the way they open and close and flex as he works to clean up. The way his tanned forearms, with a clear seam of defined muscle, protrude through rolled white shirt sleeves. He probably plays sport at UT. Carlos imagines him as a baseballer.

“I’ll grab you some menus, sirs,” the boy says cheerfully after spritzing and wiping down their table.

Carlos accidentally follows the boy with his eyes as he walks away. When his gaze finally travels to Gabriel – Gabriel is staring back curiously. He doesn’t know how long his dad has been observing him for.

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[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

vance hopper x reader

-> you and vance finally hang out and your relationship starts to blossom!!

-> thanks for sm appreciation on the first part!! it was my first fanfic and everyone was super nice ab it tysm 😞🙏 ALSO, i don't know where vance lives so bare with me and pretend he lives in a cul-de-sac (idk directions that well either IM SO SORRY ILL DO BETTER NEXT FIC I PROMISE) 😞🤘

-> taglist; @dracosbloodychicken

vance liked you, a lot more than he's willing to admit to anyone, even himself. he occasionally glanced at you while playing the pinball machine he loved so much. sometimes you'd make eye contact and he'd look back at the game instantly. not even watching the ball inside of the game but away, elsewhere so he couldn't look back at you. god emotions were horrible; he thought. he repeatedly pressed the buttons on the side of the machine until you spoke.

"want to go get shakes later?" you asked, fiddling with the bracelets on your arm a little.

"i guess, i'm not doing anything else." he responded, although his tone was mellow and annoyed, he really did want to hang out with you. he just didn't want to show it, his vulnerability that is.

"alright then, i'll meet you here again at like 4:30, my mom needs me to help with dinner."

he nodded his head and you left the building, leaving only the memory of you standing next to him. he rolled his eyes, making a weak attempt and pretending to not care. he hated that every time you left he felt so happy and grossly obsessed with every interaction you've had with each other, whether it be something simple or complex conversations about whatever. he cared so much it was so annoying to him.

while overthinking he missed the button and the shiny grey ball placed in the machine fell back into the hole. he punched the side of the machine, causing the few people in the store to jump at the sudden noise. with no money left he had no choice but to leave. he walked home all pissed until he saw the front of your home, where you were doing yard work (thanks to your mom).

he's been to your house a few times, although most of the time you two just lounged in your living room watching shitty movies he'd complain about later. however, despite this he still came over every saturday when your parents weren't home to watch them with you.

"vance!! hello—!?" you waved, snapping him out of his daydreams.

he scoffed as he walked across the street towards the gray fence that separated your home and the empty sidewalk. he leaned up against the rusty metal and watched as you finished raking the leaves out front. you both talked again, vance seemed more relaxed however. he didn’t really have a reason to be mad out here, well not anymore at least.

“mm’ anyway it’s almost 4:30, let’s go.” he started walking away despite you yelling at him to wait. he stopped near a corner and waited for you to catch up. you stood by his side as you both were on the way to the local diner. the diner wasn't perfect, but at least they had good shakes.

you got a booth and you both sat and talked while waiting for the server. discussing topics like school, homework, weather, and anything and everything that came to mind. you smiled and vance almost reciprocated it, almost. the waiter came over and handed you both what you ordered, a strawberry milkshake for you, and a vanilla one for vance, because he's basic like that. well, that's what you called him, he could careless.

"but how are your grades doing? i think you ditched the last two days right?"

"i was sick."

"oh, like, for real?"

"yes." he blankly stared at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. based on his expression alone you can tell he thought you were an idiot. you laughed, hard, harder than you probably should've. his expression itself was hilarious but the fact that vance actually gets sick sent you over the edge.

"what are you laughing at?? what's so funny??" he asked, demanding an answer from you. his face blushed red as he looked away from you, but his angered expression slowly diminished as he watched you slowly calm down from your laughing/coughing fit. he glanced at you as your arm held your stomach, still coughing a bit in your hand.

"uhm— ahem, okay. uh, how's your shake?"

"is that all you have to ask after almost dying? i was about to bury your ass in the back of the restaurant."

"if i did die would you come to my funeral?"

"no." he threw a five dollar bill on the table. "let's go, m' tired of this place."

"already? we were there for like ten minutes." you joked, walking with him out of the door, the bells atop the door ringing as you both walked out.

"ten minutes too long." he groaned, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face. "i can't fucking stand being in one place too long."

"you don't seem to mind standing in front a machine for over three hours."

"it's different, idiot."

"sure." you said, as you guys went towards, presumably, vance's home, it went quiet. not the awkward kind of quiet like the first time you met but the content kind of quiet, the enjoying each other's presence kind of quiet. vance noticed you eyeing his hand every three seconds, he would've scoffed if he wasn't endlessly in love with you.

besides, there wasn't anyone around so. . . before you rounded another block towards the cul-de-sac, he grabbed your hand and enveloped your fingers together. five minutes passed and you followed him into his house. this is probably the second time you've been here, might as well be the first because the first time you came you waited outside.

"well, i'm gonna get going now. um, i'll see you tomorrow." you waved, finally letting go as his hand as you walked out the front door.

"oh, yeah, okay, bye. cya' tomorrow i guess." he responded, watching you close the front door. his heart was pounding in his chest, vance almost panicked because he thought he was having a heart attack, but it was just stupid emotions. maybe it wasn't so bad, he didn't mind having emotions at that moment, especially if they were for you.

"so, you gonna tell me who that is?"

"MA'—?"