#Lee!Floyd

[blueblade-fluff]

So… Floyd Leech is Canonically Ticklish- that gives the Twisted Wonderland Fandom so much more for Lee Floyd! But he is also a Ler because he swears to get Yuu back for tickling him?!

Cannon tickle scene: Floyd Leech Lab Card- Home Screen (when you poke him)

[mayplantstarrwaters]

It's fall....I'm thinking of 60s cloak/cape fashion trend

[ivy09]

I hate when I’m specifically looking for fluff and the only thing that pops up is smut

[t1red-twilight]

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when you came to, you realized you weren’t alone anymore. the last thing you remembered was laying down on the couch to watch some tv, but you must’ve fallen asleep somewhere after that.

you turned your head to look behind you, even though you knew who it was. there was bob, who was also asleep. how long had he been home for? you had intended on waiting up for him, but clearly your plan didn’t work out as intended.

when you moved to settle back in bob woke up. “hey, honey,” he mumbled. his voice was gravelly and borderline irresistible.

you turned in his arms to face him. “what time did you get in?” you asked him. the couch was rather crowded, but neither of you minded. you nudged your nose against the column of his throat and sighed calmly. bob smelled of his eucalyptus shampoo and of home.

“i got home,” he paused to check his watch, “about two hours ago.” he placed his arm around your waist again, and set his chin on top of your head.

you sat in the comfortable silence for a few moments before speaking. “do you think we should go to bed?”

bob inhaled, “let’s just stay here for a little longer,” and kissed the top of your head.

[doodles-bi-tea]

claim your “I was a Lewis Pullman fan before Thunderbolts*” ticket here! (in case he blows up in popularity any more than he might have after things like TGM and Lessons in Chemistry…)

update: Thunderbolts* is out now — you can still claim your general “I am a Lewis Pullman fan” ticket, though! /lh

[flovoid]

“RUN CYBER RUN!!!”

collab with @simminginstars SHARRKKSSSSSS!!!

[carmenell]

a Top Gun:Maverick Mighty Ducks AU would be so cute ... (everyone please watch The Mighty Ducks and before you ask, no it's not a good movie)

Mav is a lawyer (dusting off Mitch McDeere) and gets into legal trouble because he's an idiot that is going through a lot of stuff and thought getting behind a wheel after a few drinks wouldn't hurt (it does.)

He gets sentenced to 500 hours of community service and finds himself coaching a pee-wee ice hockey team (really? what the hell does he know about hockey, he only watches it on TV.)

Begrudgingly he gets to the park where he's supposed to meet his team and groans when he sees one particular dark haired kid with the biggest toothgap known to man. Because of course his ex-best friend's kid would play ice hockey, fantastic.

So he tries not to wince when Bradley's eyes light up and his excited "Uncle Mav?!" reaches his ears because damn he hasn't seen the kid in three years - since the accident.

There's also this other blonde kid that keeps looking at him with suspicion, especially when Mav keeps stumbling over his words in front of his single dad. It's not Mav's fault that Jake's dad is the ice hockey legend Iceman ... and, in contrast to his name, really fucking hot.

Mav is surprised they even have girls on the team but only until both Natasha and Callie whack him in the shins with their sticks at the same time.

So anyway, apparently Mav is a coach now.

[shadowsndaisies]

dogfighting 101: BONUS - maverick

wc: 719 (bit of a shortie)

synopsis: post dog-fighting exercises, what did athena say to maverick?

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a/n: the second promised post of the day!! stemming from @djs8891 - "What did she say to Mav?

You’re fuming as you stare Bradley down.

“-so get your shit together, because the stakes are too high to be living in the past,” your tone is firm with a distinct venom bleeding through, that only Bradley seemed to bring out of you.

You barely wait a beat before shouldering past Bradley and heading straight to your dad. He offers a terse a smile when he sees you, his shoulders are tense as he takes in the full force of your ire.

“Hey sweetheart,” he smiles nervously.

“Don’t!” you huff out, “Just, don’t,” you hiss.

Your dad lets out a sigh and nods, letting you pace back and forth before him for a second before your hands come up to gesticulate wildly as you finally round on him, finger pointed.

“I cannot believe you!”

“(Y/n)-”

“No! What? One death scare wasn’t enough?”

Your dad seems to be chastened by that.

“If Bradley wants to get himself killed, you need to let him,” you finally say with a heavy sigh, though your eyes are focused past your father’s head.

Your dad sucks in a breath at your admission, and he turns his eyes on you, wide and in question. “You can’t mean that,” his tone cracks as he looks at you.

You know you’re walking a tightrope.

“If it’s between the father that’s always worked to come home, the one who showed up every chance he could or the boy who ran away, who left us! I’m choosing you. So I need you to choose yourself too.”

“Sweetheart… I… you know it’s not that simple,” you can hear the dejection in his voice, but something about it makes you desperate, desperate for him to understand.

“It is that simple, but I absolve you, dad. If that’s what you need, to let it go. I absolve you for pulling his papers. I understand why, and I’m telling you it’s okay to move forward now, even if he hasn’t.”

“It’s not your absolution I need,” his voice is broken as he makes his admission, and you can see the guilt in his expression, wanting to give you what you’ve asked for.

“No. What you did today, Dad…. it might have been an attempt to break Bradley out of whatever his issues are, but you very clearly were not thinking of me, and I need you to. I need you not to feel guilty to Brad, and I need you to think of me. Because if Bradley hadn’t pulled up, then what? You would’ve flown straight down? I was listening, Dad! I was there, listening! I would have had to listen to you crash, listen as you burnt in! I can’t- You cannot do that to me.”

“(y/n), sweetheart, I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

Didn’t think, you imagine that would’ve been his next sentence, and you brush past it quickly.

“I know. But that’s why, Dad. That’s why if Bradley wants to get himself killed, you have to let him. And I do mean it.”

He’s left staring at you, unsure of how to respond to your demand, the wild look in your eyes reminds him of himself, of a maverick. He’s struck then, with the reminder, you might be better at playing the game of title and rank and following the rules, but you were his, you were first and foremost a Mitchell, he thinks, a Maverick. How many times had he put you through the ringer, the worry, and yet you still chose the Navy.

The cobra maneuver, the downward spiral, they’d been reckless, even for him, a training exercise, and you were listening, he’s not sure how he could’ve forgotten, and the guilt intensifies.

He glances around, most everyone seemed to be minding their own business, and he reaches for you. Hand cupped behind your head, rubbing soothingly. He feels your body shudder against him and he squeezes his eyes shut as he holds you, his little girl. He needed to get it together.

When his eyes open they flutter and focus on the hanger, he notices then, Hangman, stood, arms crossed, observing, and entirely focused on you.

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[nickmikeoneshot]

And if I show you my dark side

Will you still hold me tonight?

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes

I can barely define the shape of this moment in time

And far from flying high in clear blue skies

I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive

And cheat the cold electronic eyes

And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall

Dial the combination, open the priesthole

And if I'm in, I'll tell you (what's behind the wall)

[t1red-twilight]

one bed

summary: one bed trope with bobby😩🤚💜

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, forced proximity, pining, jake seresin plotting

wc: 0.8k

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the crew had decided to go on a road trip, and conveniently, jake booked one room short. you had insisted that you’d just find another motel nearby, seeing as they were a dime a dozen in the area you were in. bob, the sweetheart he was, insisted that you stay and he leave.

and, of course, jake “solved” your problem by introducing the concept that you two stay together. the glaring issue being that neither of you were confrontational enough to say no to the other. you did not want to hurt bob’s feelings, at all. before anything else could happen, jake shoved the key in your hand and sent you on your way.

another issue quickly presented itself: there was only one bed. cliche, and way too convenient for this to be a coincidence. you weren’t blind to how seresin (teamed up with bradley, on some occasions) sat you and bob together. it did not help that you turned bright tomato red when in the same room as bob either.

who could blame you? he was so sweet and kind, and incredibly easy on the eyes. you were surprised that bob hadn’t caught on yet but you weren’t going to push your luck.

you pushed the key into the lock and opened the door, only to be met with one queen bed sitting proudly in the center of the room. the pieces slid into place: of course jake would pull so thing like this. you could practically hear jake cackling at the idea.

put the nervous wreck with the very reason they hyperventilated in the same room and expect them the share a bed. hilarious.

“i can take the floor,” you said. the motel looked clean, but did not have a couch. only a sad cuck chair mocked you from the corner.

bob looked at you incredulously. “what? no you’re not. i will.” you shook your head in protest.

“no, bob. it’s fine, i promise. don’t worry about it.” you had already moved to grab a blanket from the closet, only to see that there wasn’t one.

you felt bob encroach on you from behind. “this place is too cheap for extra amenities, go figure. not that i’d let you hurt your back on the floor anyway,” bob stated. he was much closer than you anticipated. you could practically feel the vibrations from his voice on your neck. “if it’s alright with you, i’m fine sharing the bed.”

you turned and tried to keep the flush on your face to to a minimum (even though you knew the effort was fruitless). “yeah, um- that’s fine with me.” that was mostly a full sentence, good enough.

you traded off getting ready for bed in a mostly comfortable silence. when time came to actually address the awkward elephant in the room, bob had a simple request. “can i take the bed by the door?”

“yes, that’s fine. i don’t mind.” you slipped into the side by the window and laid down stiffly. the bed dipped as bob slid under the sheets. the mattress was fine enough.

a few minutes passed. the only to be heard was the hum from the clock on the nightstand. “i’m going to turn the heater on, is that okay?” you asked. the chill from the night air has seeped into the room and begun to sink into your bones.

bob hummed in affirmation before responding, “that’s fine with me.”

you walked over the the heater unit under the window and fiddled with it. nothing. you rapidly pressed the power button, still nothing. the temp screen was blank, even after you assaulted the “increase” toggle. you exhaled exasperatedly.

“everything okay?” bob asked.

you pinched the grudge of your nose. “it’s broken. it won’t even turn on.”

“you mind if i check?” you mumbled a quiet ‘go ahead,’ and bob walked over. you sat on the bed as he, more patiently than you, messed with the machine. “yep. it’s definitely broken,” he stood with his hands on his hips.

you had begun to shiver at this point. “i would say that we could ask for a room change, but i doubt they have enough rooms for that.”

bob paused for moment, clearly in thought. “if you don’t mind, we could just…share body heat?” your jaw tensed at the thought of getting to be that close to him. “sorry, that might be weird.”

“no!” you said, a little too quickly. “no, that’s okay with me. but only if it’s okay with you.”

“i’m perfectly okay with it,” if it wasn’t so dark, the look on his face might have seemed like he was…smiling?

bob walked around the bed and got underneath again, you mirrored him. he held one of his arms out, gesturing you toward him. tentatively, you scooted over. you laid down on his chest and his arm curled around your back. your torso was up against his, legs brushing against each other.

you’d never admit it out loud, but he smelled quite nice. fresh like laundry and eucalyptus. each of his breaths tickled your scalp, and lulled you into a trance-like state. “are you warm?” he questioned.

“yes, thank you,” you responded. he pulled you in just a little bit tighter and your breath hitched. quickly after that you fell asleep, bob following soon after.

[echoric]

Top Gun Maverick Characters as Animals!

(that either i have personally worked with or people i know have worked with) (with explanations for each choice)

Part 1 with Top Gun (1986) Characters here

Bernie "Hondo" Coleman - Timber Rattlesnake: A very docile species overall, preferring to retreat or hide when faced with a threat. However, when provoked they are capable of delivering a bite with powerful venom (either neurotoxic, hemorrhagic, or a combination of both).

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - Red Fox: Very clever and capable of learning from their experiences, they are also a very playful species that are known to attempt to play with larger animals that could pose a threat to them.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace - Mongoose Lemur: The females of this species are dominant over the males and they are a relatively peaceful species. They, like most lemurs, are incredibly social and live in groups with small home ranges that often overlap with other groups.

Robert "Bob" Floyd - Meerkat: Cooperative and supportive, they live in large family groups. They appear to be shy, skittish, and quiet, but when they feel safe they are incredibly social and appear to have intricate emotions. (My picture from Frankfurt Zoo in Germany!)

Javy "Coyote" Machado - American Alligator: Incredibly intelligent and capable of learning their name, voices, and commands, they are very misunderstood as being aggressive and dangerous. They are actually very calm and relatively docile animals (my picture from a trip to Florida).

Jake "Hangman" Seresin - Thick-tailed Bushbaby/Greater Galago: While they can be moody and solitary, they are prone to becoming anxious and irritable without consistent interaction with other bushbabies. They also are curious and very intelligent as many primates are.

Reuben "Payback" Fitch - Speckled King Snake: Born resistant to venom, they are one of the few snakes that will prey on venomous snakes including rattlesnakes. However, they are very calm snakes that don't often strike at people.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia - American Bison: While they can appear calm and docile, they are very dangerous when provoked. They are very social and thrive in large herds where they are capable of fighting off packs of wolves and other large predators.

Logan "Yale" Lee - Coachwhip: Incredibly fast, these snakes are not aggressive but instead will use their speed to get away from threats moving upwards of 10 mph! Unlike many snakes that rely on venom or constriction for hunting and defense, the coachwhip will hold its prey - or predator - in its mouth and whip their head side to side to tear flesh, and they will use rocks to kill their prey by slamming it into them repeatedly (very cool to watch, not so cool to have happen to your hand <- said from experience).

Brigham "Harvard" Lennox - Takin: Very agile and graceful despite their appearances, these large animals are able to move around their mountainous environment with more ease than almost any others. They are very protective of each other, and are very curious creatures.

Neil "Omaha" Vikander - Antillean Nighthawk: Not much is known about this species, but they are incredibly agile fliers and have been seen flying almost erratically while hunting - including dramatic dives and swoops.

Callie "Halo" Bassett - American Crocodile: The only species of crocodilian known to reproduce through parthenogenesis, making them the largest species known to use that method of reproduction! They are very intelligent and deadly predators that have been known to adapt their strategies if they are unsuccessful in a hunt.

Billy "Fritz" Avalone - Water Deer: A mainly solitary species, and the males are highly territorial. Their large fangs earned them the nickname of "vampire deer" and many people assume they are dangerous or a threat, but they are not carnivorous. Those fangs are instead used for fights with other water deer!

Beau "Cyclone" Simpson - Great White Shark: One of the most intelligent and curious shark species, and one of the most notorious species of the ocean. They are known to use different hunting strategies depending on the prey they are hunting, and they almost always are able to outsmart their prey. However, they are also very peaceful sharks when not hunting, and media commonly misrepresents them as bloodthirsty when they are just trying to survive.

Solomon "Warlock" Bates - Kodiak Bear: Despite being the largest subspecies of brown bears (and the second largest bear alive today with the largest being the polar bear), these bears are among the least aggressive of all brown bears. They will gather in large groups due to the availability of food and have been observed to use "language" and have complex social structures to avoid fights between the usually solitary bears (it's theorized that they even express their feelings to avoid conflict).

[mrslectermoriarty]

A tribute to one of the best fanfictions I have ever read:

Don’t worry, you don’t have to know West Wing to read it <3

I can’t wait for the last chapter!!!

Okay so we have

1. “Important press Conference coming up!”

2. “The enemy has invaded the territory - wait no, the marines are the good ones:)”

3. “Quality Time for the family ❤️”

4. Something official (I may have pasted a small extract of the first chapter in there as a filler *-*)

5. “Home Office on a new level, I guess…”

6. “It’s been quite a while and you’re still going strong - happy birthday to my wingman in the air and on the ground @chiefofstaff (thanks for still putting up with me)”

7. “Small Talk can be just as important as conference meetings”

8. “You leave the room for five minutes and your staff starts destroying state property (just kidding, I love them all)”

9. “The vacation where you meet the extended family”

I know that you wouldn’t see most of that irl, but it’s Pete and he’s Maverick, what can I do?

Here are part 2 and 3 ^^

[jacksonseymour13]

Don't forgive, never forget about Palestine(Just because they did doesn't mean you have to!)

It's lowkey kinda crazy how everybody forgets some of these actors are massive zionist pieces of shit. Society picks and chooses who and what a person is doing if it should be cared for or not. Gotta love it

I was largely disappointed about some of the people being anti palestine but quickly got over it and blacklisted all of them. If you support Palestine please unfollow/and or block any of the celebrities in the anti tags

[dailydccomics]

Suicide Squad by Lee Bermejo

[pepperangers]

been distracted by them lately but i’m obsessed with the permanent dagger squad so here’s a very rough draft of some of my (overlapping) hcs for them

(someone please talk to me about them pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

[shadowsndaisies]

dogfighting 101: 05 - sugar and spice

wc: 1.6k

synopsis: hangman leaves everyone hanging... right?

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a/n: absolutely loving all of your comments!! heres some hangman and then centric stuff which I KNOW people are waiting to see more of. the next update will be the final for dogfighting 101 but will feature an interaction between rooster and athena that probably (very honestly) wont answer your questions (yet)

“Howdy Miss ‘Thena,” is Hangman’s opening as you both enter the range.

“Hangman,” your greeting’s lacking a little luster.

Despite your early success, you’d only managed tone once and this was rotation four for you, and that’s not even taking into account the variations in which you weren’t flying and that no one else had managed to take your dad down yet.

Your arms hurt, your shoulders hurt, your back hurt, and you wanted to shower so incredibly bad. More than all of that though, you were emotionally exhausted. Flying with Bradley had been the gift that kept giving because even though you’d already gone through another rotation, you kept thinking about the blow out, about the before, about Bradley. As you stood on the tarmac again, you took in the little indents in your palms from the gravel being pushed into them during your push-ups, rubbing over one red mark and shaking your head. Safe to say, you could not wait to finish out the final few rotations, and then go home.

“What’s the matter, Honey?” the tease comes over the comms and even though you know he wants an answer all you can do is scoff.

“Getting tired of push-ups is all,” you say simply.

“I was hoping so,” Jake decides and your brow furrows. You don’t need to see him to know he was planning something.

“What are you planning?” you ask seriously, fully aware that your dad and the rest of the detachment was listening in.

“I was wondering, are you still made of sugar and spice and everything nice?” it sounds condescending, and you’re sure Phoenix and Halo are scoffing at the question, but you know better.

Sugar and Spice was a code, a reference to something you’d only ever talked through with Jake during some downtime on the carrier. Unlike Rock and Roll which you’d actually trained for with Harvard and Yale during Top Gun, Sugar and Spice was completely theoretical.

“You’re joking,” you deadpan, turning to glare at him through the canopy.

“You said you were tired of push-ups. I think it could work, especially since two highly decorated and competent aviators came up with it. Unless, of course, you’d rather continue the heavy set arm day you’ve got going on?” he says nonchalantly.

“Why does it feel like you called me a coward while also complementing me?” you scoff.

“Because you know me,” is all he offers.

“That’s a lot of chatter for two aviators who don’t have the bandit in their sights,” Maverick’s voice finally cuts through, interrupting your back and forth with Jake.

“Hangman, you got eyes?” you ask staring around and out the canopy after confirming your dad wasn’t on the radar.

“No, my guess is he’s coming from below the hard deck again,” the other aviator offers and you do a quick roll, inverting like you had on the first run.

“No contact,” you huff, rolling back.

And then all of a sudden you hear a boom and Mav comes zipping down in front of you. Breaking the sound barrier as he drops from where he’d been miles above you and Jake moving faster than you’d anticipated.

“Holy shit!” you shout.

“Oh fuck!” Jake’s curse echoes with yours.

“Fight’s on, Aviators, let’s see how your arms feel after, kid,” your dad teases as he circles around.

“Break left!” Hangman’s shout echoes.

And you do.

You break left and loop around, looking for Jake who’d gone int he opposite direction. He hadn’t ditched you, yet. Not like he had with Phoenix and Bob earlier. You know it’s not entirely fair a line of thought though, he was different with you, he’d yet to break a promise or leave you out to dry, not like he so flippantly seemed to be with everyone else. You hesitate a second longer before deciding, no, I do not want to do more push ups, and yes, I do trust Jake.

“Sugar and Spice,” you finally shout.

“Wait, really?” the surprise is evident, as if despite his cocky attitude he couldn’t believe you were agreeing.

“Yes!” you confirm, rolling your eyes. “Now move your ass, Hangman!”

“My fine ass, you mean,” he shouts back and you can hear the smirk as he loops back to meet you so you could assume the correct positions.

It’s tricky, you decide.

You always knew it would be, but you never thought you’d actually try it out. In theory, Sugar and Spice was supposed to create a gap that was a trap for the bandit. Where Rock and Roll was a distraction and attack, with each aviator having a specific goal, Sugar and Spice held more risk. Here both pilots act as the distraction, while attempting to get tone at the same time. When you’d initially talked it out with Jake there were three possible formations. Option A was the Side by Side, where you fly parallel. Option B was the Stack, where one pilot flies directly above the other. And Option C, which you had succinctly named, the collision course; in which one approaches from the tail of the bandit, and the other nose.

It seemed Jake had decided to run the collision course. It took a few maneuvers, some creative flying in order to lure Maverick into the right space at the right time, but then you were approaching form his nose, while Jake came in from the tail.

“What the fuck?” was your dads response when he realized that he had to make a choice, continue to attempt tone on you, move before Jake got tone on him, or move before you got close enough to get tone on him.

He feigned a left, which you followed, but then he made a sharp turn right.

What Mav didn’t anticipate was the height change. Jake had moved up, just enough to angle himself perfectly, and to ensure that if your dad didn’t move from the game of chicken you were playing with him, you wouldn’t just crash into your own teammate.

When Maverick flipped a hard right, probably hoping to get tone on you, Jake got tone first, having seen the move coming, and prepared accordingly.

It was silent for a moment, as the tone rang out.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Maverick’s voice crackles over the comms as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

When you land Hangman’s already on the ground by your ladder, having rushed out of his jet after landing first.

You’re not even all the way down when his arms wrap around you and he pulls you down, “Holy shit, ‘Thena, that was fucking incredible!” he shouts, squeezing you for just a moment.

This is Jake, you think fondly. You liked Jake, a lot. You liked him a hell of a lot more than Hangman. Unfortunately, you knew that not everyone got to meet Jake, and that, you decided was a god damned shame.

“I mean, I always knew you were smart, ‘Thee but this idea really was something else entirely! And getting to test it out, I’m fucking ecstatic the height change worked….” he was rambling, and there was this twinkle in his eyes that made the green seem alive.

You hadn’t seen him ramble since before the announcement of the detachment, honestly not for a while if you’re honest. Maybe the last time you’d both had feet on solid ground instead of an Air Craft Carrier in the middle of the Pacific. He seemed younger, the southern drawl more evident as he talked too fast to fully enunciate each word.

“Seresin! Mitchell!” the shout from your dad forces Jake to stop, and you notice as his brain finally catches up, how he steps back from you and straightens out, how the excited gleam in his eye dies out a bit, and you frown at Jake, because you watch as he tucks the more authentic parts of himself away.

“Yes, Sir?” you ask, turning to your father who was approaching.

“Hell of a move, where’d you learn that?” he asks, looking between the two of you.

“Lieutenant Mitchell designed it, Sir. After a cat and mouse training exercise on the carrier between our squads,” and if your dad was shocked before, hearing Hangman of all people pay another pilot credit was the blackout on top of the bingo.

“It was a team effort, Sir,” you argue. “Then and now, I honestly wouldn’t have been able to do it with anyone else,” you admit, and something in both your father’s gaze, and Jake’s softens.

“Keep thinking outside the box. It’s a good skill, and you’ll need it,” your father praises you, before turning to head to Hondo for his push ups, giving the next group a bit of a break.

“Hey Maverick!” you shout after him, “Always think the 360!”

A random sentence that no one else would understand, but he would, and based off of the near prideful smile he shoots you before turning back around, you know he understood.

While your dad did his push ups and the next pairing came down, you stopped in an empty hallway. “Hey, Jake?”

“Yeah?” he asks, pausing and then turning back once he realized you were no longer right beside him.

“I’m happy it worked too. Thanks for not leaving me hanging,” you say softly.

He looks down and then back at you, brows furrowed as if something wasn’t adding up for him, “Mitchell, you should know by now, I’d never leave you,” he says in response, green eyes swirling with emotion, too many to place, but his words feel like so much more than just talking as your wingman.

...

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