#ain't runnin out

[thelensofyashunews]

Milwaukee's Rap Ambassador, Chicken P, Prepares For New Tape with "Ain't Runnin Out"

Over the past few years, the city of Milwaukee has developed one of the most diverse and exciting rap scenes in the country, and rising rapper Chicken P has been at the center of the action. While many rappers in the city have grabbed attention with danceable and memeable party anthems, Chicken P has built a large and devoted fanbase by staying true to himself and rapping his ass off. 

The Really Rich Empire CEO demonstrates the skills that has him on top of his city's rap game on "Ain't Runnin' Out," his new single and music video. Over a beat by ProdbyKaio and OnlyOneG, which mixes booming, distorted midwest drums with the chaotic handclaps that define the Milwaukee sound, the rapper works a flow that oscillates between soft-spoken melody and hard-charging bite. The unflappable rhymer stacks flex after flex, expressing gratitude that he'll never return to the trenches he emerged from: "I'm really havin', I don't keep track of where I'm spendin'/Tell the ref, throw the towel, these n****s finished/I done run this pape up, ain't runnin' out," he lilts. In the video, Chicken P luxuriates in his Rolls Royce convertible, as he flashes his ice and contemplates his next move.

"Ain't Runnin' Out" is the next step on the road to Chicken P's next mixtape, The Hardest N**** Living, arriving in the coming weeks via Really Rich Empire / 10K Projects. Home to the recent single "Shark," the upcoming mixtape is a well-structured argument that supports the tape's title, detailing the big and little things that make Chicken P one of the most respected rappers in the Midwest and beyond. The Hardest N**** Living is the proper follow-up to BussaBrick Vol. 3: ReallyRich4Eva and its accompanying deluxe, both of which placed in the Top 30 of Apple Music's Hip-Hop Albums Chart (and in the Top 100 All-Genres Album Chart). Released in January, the Deluxe edition is home to "Venting," which is gaining traction on short-form video platforms like TikTok and IG Reels (6.5k creations to date), and has racked up over 1.8 million views on its official music video.

First emerging in the late 2010s, the rapper then known as Lil Chicken made waves in Milwaukee with his raw, bass-boosted sound. Aided by video director TeeGlazedIt, one of the Milwaukee scene's most respected tastemakers, Chicken P helped solidify the city's reputation as a hip-hop hotbed, and established himself as its leading voice, with songs like 2021's "Money Counter" (3.7 million views). The rapper found his stride with his three-volume BussaBrick series of mixtapes, home to fan-favorite singles like "Dawg Ass Chicken" (2.3 million views), "Rollin" (2.5 million views), and "Peoples' Favorite" (1.8 million views on the visualizer). Six months after finishing a short stint in prison, Chicken P is drawing eyes from across the spectrum, racking up over 3 million streams on his catalog per week and earning co-signs from fellow rappers like Sexyy Red, Babyface Ray, Skilla Baby, Rylo Rodriguez, and Veeze, plus basketball players including  Jalen Green and Rob Dillingham.

 

Stay tuned for more information about The Hardest N**** Living in the near future.

[wranglens]

there’s  something  inherently  peaceful  about  driving  down  a  quiet  little  country  road  with  the  woman  he’s  come  to  grow  delightfully  fond  of  impossibly  quickly  right  beside  him  in  comfortable  silence  .      after  running  straight  through  the  airport  to  catch  her      (  and  possible  catching  some  legal  trouble  for  ruining  the  airport  cement  with  his  augers  ),      it’s  nice  to  have  the  fruits  of  his  labor  with  him  now  .

@tornadotame  .      “  you  know  ,      i  almost  thought  you  were  gonna  kiss  me  ,      back  in  the  airport  .  ”    her  eyes  are  very  dark  and  very  large  in  her  face  ,      perhaps  a  touch  of  skittish  uncertainty  in  the  furrow  between  her  brow  .      kate  shifts  in  the  seat  of  tyler’s  truck  ,      worrying  the  frayed  edge  of  her  shorts    -    resisting  the  urge  to  tug  it  lower  over  the  knotted  skin  of  her  thigh  .      the  storm  that  had  delayed  her  flight  had  proven  to  be  a  whole  lot  of  thunder  and  rain  and  not  much  else  ,      and  she  had  called  her  mother  to  tell  her  she’d  be  spending  one  more  night  until  she  caught  her  rescheduled  trip  tomorrow  .      she  feels  silly  and  needy  almost  the  moment  she  says  it  ,      and  lets  out  a  huff  ,      dragging  a  hand  through  her  hair  .        “  i’m  sorry  ,      i  don’t  know  why  i  just  said  that  .  ”

his  grip  tightens  on  the  wheel  .      leave  it  to  kate  carter  to  take  him  completely  off  guard  out  of  the  blue  .      it’s  not  exactly  the  first  time  she’s  ever  said  something  that’s  taken  his  breath  away      (  the  woman  is  too  smart  and  too  quick  for  her  own  good  sometimes  )      but  it  is  the  first  time  she’s  said  anything  that’s  made  his  heart  race  this  fast  .

❝        you  wanna  know  something  funny  ?        ❞        he  asks  ,      at  about  the  precise  moment  he  wakes  again  on  his  desire  to  actually  tell  her  the  truth  about  it  .     too late  now  ,      owens  .      nothing  else  will  make  sense  for  him  to  say  .        ❝        i  thought  i  was  gonna  kiss  you  back  there  in  the  airport  too  .        ❞        and  there  it  is  :  the  truth  ,      our  in  the  air  for  the  both  of  them  to  chew  over  and  swallow  and  replay  in  their  heads  ,      from  now  until  the  end  of  time  .      it  occurs  to  tyler  a  moment  later  that  there’s  a  chance  kate  might  have  mentioned  that  as  some  sort  of  joke  ,      and  maybe  she  wasn’t  at  all  serious  or  hopeful  about  kissing  him  .      he  could’ve  just  messed  this  all  up  ,      because  he  definitely  said  that  in  the  most  serious  tone  he  thinks  he’s  ever  used  in  his  entire  life  .      somehow  ,      he  has  a  hard  time  believing  kate  is  really  that  coldhearted  .

so  he  sits  there  staring  at  the  road  ,      feeling  a  little  bit  optimistic  and  hugely  vulnerable  ,      and  lets  the  silence  reign  for  a  while  .      the  engine  still  rumbles  .      they’re  miles  away  from  the  airport  now  and  he’s  still  got  the  feeling  there’s  people  watching  them  ,      even  on  these  country  roads  .        ❝        and  i  ,      uh    …    i  meant  to  say  that  .      i  just  didn’t  because  i  thought    …    well  ,      it’s  not  like  we  knew        all  right  .      i  couldn’t  read  your  mind  and            ❞        he’s  giving  up  .      he’s  giving  up  .        ❝        i  would  like  to  sometime  if  you  would  like  to  sometime  .        ❞

╰ ゜UNPROMPTED .  /  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .

[gurorori]

an' i kinda blame mad father too. speakin' of jrpg horror.

[ahelluvahigh]

Anonymous asked: the anon stares at the knife in their chest, then looks to Arackniss "I hope you know that I'm going to keep this and not give it back to you."

"..."

She's backing out of the splash zone and patting Arackniss' shoulder as she does so.

Now he's shooting this asshole in the face.

[parvumchao]

TAGS, PART FOUR - PRIMARY OCs

[redemn]

tags. finally. pt 1.

╰ ゜out of character.  *  kat's blabbering about cowboys again. ╰ ゜save.  *  this is mine now ! get your own ! ╰ ゜out of character.  *  starter call. ╰ ゜in character.  *  starter. ╰ ゜in character.  *  thread. ╰ ゜out of character.  *  answered. ╰ ゜in character.  *  answered. ╰ ゜out of character.  *  dash commentary.

╰ ゜study.  *  old iron bearing down like wind ; it's built by ruin. ╰ ゜musing.  *  they say i do it wrong runnin from the law. ╰ ゜mannerism.  *  ain't gonna be no jury ; no self-defense. ╰ ゜headcanon.  *  i'll fight forgiveness ; so suffer for my shame. ╰ ゜skills.  *  but where the fire died ; it burnt a hole in me. ╰ ゜aesthetic.  *  i can't quite remember just what guided me. ╰ ゜art.  *  my nights go on and on ; my days are dark and tarred. ╰ ゜music.  *  under the blazin sun ; my heart's forever charred. ╰ ゜self promo.  *  this train keeps rollin ; filled with sinners. ╰ ゜promo.  *  i've still my cross to bear ; will i be saved ? ╰ ゜meme.  *  tell me once again that old story ; cure the pride. ╰ ゜wishlist.  *  too tired to feel this old ; too late to start again. ╰ ゜edits.  *  no one to blame this time ; i'm forsaken in this land. ╰ ゜crack.  *  the pines often whisper what no tongue can tell. ╰ ゜queue.  *  i leave my life behind ; ruined by my hand.

[moremaybank]

EDIBLE , jj maybank

── KINKTOBER: OVERSTIM. + DACRYPHILIA

"touchin' on my body, i can't help but feel impeccable." ─ flo milli, edible.

jj maybank x bratty!reader

(18+) unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mean!jj, mentions of breeding (barely)

you mouth off, and your favourite pogue puts you in your place. with ease.

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

your legs quivered terribly at the work jj had been doing on you. he impaled you with his thick cock, over and over like he was desperate to steal the air from your lungs. you tried to crawl away, just a little bit to escape the overstimulation. but you should've known not to.

"where d'you think you're goin', huh? you're gonna take this fuckin' cock." his hand surges his hand through your hair, gripping it harshly and jerking your head up. "actin' like this ain't what you got on your knees 'n begged me for."

the hand he had clinging to your hip held you tighter, thick fingertips and blunt nails biting into your skin. his hips seemed to work harder, like a well-oiled machine as he speared his cock deeper inside of you. he made you take every single inch, each thrust landing him balls deep inside the cunt that never failed to fit nice and snug around him like a glove. he grunted at you as he fucked you, muttering how this kind of hard fucking was what you deserved for pissing him off.

just like you always did.

no matter how much you two got on each other's nerves, you'd always fucked it out like champions. you crawled back to each other every time, despite the difference in status. that's just how things were.

you mouthed off, and your favourite pogue put you in your place. with ease.

a single hand of yours flew backward, pressing against the upper part of his pelvis. your nails scratched at his skin pleadingly in an effort to get him to take it easy on you. it was so damn good, but it was so damn much. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be lucid or even able to breathe with how deep he was pressing into you.

"nah, nah, nah. don’t run from this," he chided, smacking your hand away. in a flash, he was pulling you up by the hair and curling his arm around your throat. he used his chokehold on you to bring your back flush to his chest, all while maintaining the unforgiving drilling he was giving you. "always talkin’ shit, runnin’ that pretty mouth." his other arm snaked around your hips, calloused fingertips finding your clit and prodding at it harshly. "tellin' me i don’t fuck you hard enough. like you haven't had dick in days. now, look at you. can't even handle me."

"please, daddy! c-can't take it!" you gasped your words out, like you could barely pull yourself together to beg for mercy. jj fucking loved it.

but he keeps his act up, scoffing like you'd just insulted him. "you think a please, daddy'll work on me?" his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, and his arm tightened around your neck. "'m sorry. y'got me all wrong, princess."

he slammed you back down against your mattress, your cheek smushed into the high thread-count sheets. you could feel his hand pressing down on the back of your head, asserting dominance while his other hand pulled you back to meet his thrusts. he was primal and downright mean with the way he was fucking you, and though your skin was buzzing, you wouldn't have it, or him, any other way.

you started to cry, tears breaking free from the border of your waterlines and flowing down your cheeks. they sank into the cotton bedding, and your sobs dide against it as well. you were bawling out a weak and tortured daddy as best as you could, but to jj, it just sounded like babbling.

good, he thought. just how he liked you.

"look at those tears. cryin' like it'll make me stop 'n be nice." the laugh he let out next was almost psychopathic. but it was so fucking hot, you were losing your mind. "you're jus' makin' me wanna nut in you."

you looked at him from your peripheral vision. his sharktooth necklace bounced against his sternum with each movement. his teeth were nearly engraved into his bottom lip. those signature blue eyes were trained solely on you. on how fucked out you were beneath him.

"yeah. that's it. cry for it, baby. cry for it," he gritted out with a clenched jaw. "'member earlier? you were sayin' i was scared to lose you? think you're scared of losin' me, sweetheart. scared of losin' this good dick, right?"

you hiccuped almost miserably, fingers roaming the mattress until they found chunks of your comforter to hold onto. "gonna cum! 'm gonna cum!"

"yeah...know you are. this pussy always cums for me, like that's its job. such a good fuckin' pussy."

you clenched around him, sucking him in tighter. your walls trembled, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"the only reason i keep comin’ back is 'cause she loves me so damn much."

[tame-the-lion-writes]

cat shifter reader x 141 pt.2

ik these are short but they're always written in class and I'm simultaneously in constant fear of being cold called wHOops

"Why was I couched?"

"'Cause you didn't wanna look for the cat."

"Well, she ain't a cat now, is she?"

Soap argues with Gaz in the living room while fluffing up his pillow, tossing and turning as he tries to get comfy. Farm life has done them all good, but now that he's had a taste of a downy bed, it's impossible to go back to stiff, spring cushions.

"No," Ghost mutters under his breath, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes flicker to the bedroom door that hides you, tucked safely into Soap's bed. "She's not."

"Maybe it's a prank," Soap continues. "Maybe it's her cat, and they have matching necklaces or something."

"And we didn't notice a whole human being sleeping in our barn this entire time? Or sneaking into it?" Gaz scoffs. "Either retirement has done a number on us, or she's a cat."

"Or we're idiots," Price sighs. "People don't turn into cats, Gaz."

"What other explanation is there?"

The four go silent for a few seconds before Ghost pushes himself off the wall. "I'll check on the girl. See if she's still runnin' a fever."

Price nods, but once Ghost is out of sight and down the hall, walks to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a drink. "We'll call the authorities in the mornin'. See if she's on a missing persons' list."

Unfortunately for him, when Ghost goes to check on their uninvited guest, he instead digs through nearly-empty sheets to find a cat--wide awake and frog-blinking as if drunk from illness.

_

Bonus Thoughts:

Simon walks back and holds you up like someone who doesn't know how to hold a baby. Price does a spit-take at the sight of the familiar cat, because there's no way a grown woman just hopped out of the house and they didn't hear anything.

The next few moments just have Ghost setting you down on the coffee table while everyone stares at you in deep contemplation.

At least you're not hostile right now--which is a first. You're kinda too out of it to process where you are because you've never been inside the main house, and you miss your Soap's warm sheets.

Gaz -- "... Does this mean we're keeping her?"

Soap -- "Does this mean I get my bed back?"

[ahelluvahigh]

"Arackniss!"

A familiar voice calls and the spider cringes as he turns to see the red-headed hound trotting behind him.

"No, absolutely not," he snaps.

"Vinn's a hound, Arackniss. Hounds stick together. Like a pack. Besides. What are you gonna do if he goes to another ring? You're literally stuck here."

The spider grits his teeth. Sasha's right... and her nose can probably track Vinn a lot faster than a shadow that has no idea where to even start looking.

"Fine... but, if we find 'em up here, you stay in the car." He says before bolting towards his car. He does not see the way the husky's fur stands on end before she follows.

"Where to?" He asks as he jams his key into the ignition.

"Right," Sasha directs as she unrolls the car window. This isn't the first time she's sniffed out a target for him... it's just the first time they were on their way to save a life rather than take one. Though... death isn't off the table. Not by the look in Arackniss' eyes.

Wheels squeal to life as Arackniss speeds through the crowded streets of the city, weaving from one lane to the next as the hound riding shotgun shouted directions.

"Stop!" Sasha shouts, and the car screeches to a halt. "Here. He's in there."

"In a shitty, abandoned office? What romance novel'd we wake up in?" Arackniss jokes dryly before jerking his keys from the ignition and leaping out of the car, two sets of hands loading two pistols as he moves.

"Wait!" Sasha calls as she, too, leaps from the car. "Let me go in first."

"What part'a fuck no ain't you followin' t'day?" The spider hisses.

"Once they hear someone, they're gonna take off, and unless you learned how to walk through doors, we have to kick that door down. So let me do it. Let me break shit and get everyone's attention. Let me be the distraction that makes everyone scatter, and then you can do your natural 20 rogue step and get in there without getting detected!"

Arackniss' fur stands on end. They can't do this. They don't have time... and they can't do this here. Every second puts Vinn in more danger.

"Don't you dare fuckin' engage with any of 'em. Just kick down the door an' run."

"Great," the hellhound's tail swishes before she makes a run at the door, kicking it off its hinges before letting out a loud howl.

Arackniss, being over three feet shorter than the hound, easily slides around her and darts into the building, silent feet quickly darting towards the sound of... numerous voices.

"Well isn't this something."

Vinn heard the clacks of chitin against the ground, the chain getting tighter and tighter the closer it got. He didn't move, he didn't make a sound.

"Useful little trick huh Vinn." The voice chuckled before one of those powerful legs lashed out, striking the hellhound in the side and sending him slamming into a nearby wall. Others were watching, thankful it wasn't them that had the overlord's anger. "Think you could just keep avoidin' me? Keep dippin' in and out of the ring? Naaah, we're not playing that game."

"God you're fucking pathetic."

Vinn managed to raise his head, back on all fours as he winced. Crimson eyes met violet, though he already knew who the voice belonged to.

Butch. Overlord of the Underground. Toby's successor.

"What do you want." Vinn grumbled, wheezing slightly as he was winded. Butch didn't seem to like his tone, his four legs carring over to the hellhound. "Where's Tinker?" He asked. "Gone. Redeemed didn't you hear?" "And Clementine?" "Not a clue- ACK!!"

The chain was pulled right, a large clawed hand snapping down to grip the hellhound's whole head. It squeezed, claws digging in until Vinn could feel warmth trickling down his face.

"We worked together for forty years Vinn. I know you." He snarled, grip tightening further as the hellhound whined in pain, "When you care, you keep tabs. Where. Is. She."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." Vinn snapped back, "Can't even... can't even get anyone to find her, even with that bounty. Fuck people really don't like you-"

Butch slammed the hellhound's face into the floor, baring his teeth at them, "Watch your tone mutt, don't forget who bought you. Your mill didn't want you, and now I'm stuck with a disloyal brat!"

"Mr Butch? We can't stay around here much longer. Someone may come looking...." The voice made the overlord's head snap up, narrowing at his second in command. Releasing Vinn's head he stepped over them, moving to the door.

"... take him to Greed. Stick him in the freeze, he'll loosen his tongue. You want a dog to listen to you, you leave it in the cold until it begs you to let it back inside. Might even fix that fever of his." Butch huffed, stepping through the door and out of sight.

Vinn couldn't move much, his head too dizzy as he felt hands grip him and a foul smelling sack shoved over his head. Whoever's carpet this was, well it'd have a few bloodstains on it from his face.

[heauxvibez]

He Loves To Talk You Through It

warning: Smut (18+), shoutout to @shes2real for inspiring me because they ATE DOWN with what they wrote today. Please go check their page out!

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One thing we all love and know Roman for is his way with words. He has a passion for talking, reveling in the sound of his own voice. Yet, as much as he loved to speak, it couldn't compare to the pleasure you felt listening to him.

"Tell daddy how much you love when I fuck you like this..when I look you in the eyes while I hit that spot."

His words always caressed your ears softly, even when they were rough and demanding. Whether he was pinning you down or had his calloused hands wrapped around your throat, every word he spoke felt like a sensual embrace, leaving you breathless with each and every syllable.

"Runnin' ain't gon do nothin’ but make me wanna go deeper.."

That man always makes you feel so many things at once. He has this incredible ability to be both rough and gentle, his words so sinister yet whispered through soft, angelic lips that set your skin ablaze. Your tender, supple skin is handled by his calloused hands, which somehow manage to hold you delicately, with the same gentleness he used to handle your heart.

"Eyes on me.." he commanded with your ass firmly pressed against his pelvis, his dick deep in you almost melting and molding into your wetness as he searched for that spot.

"And don't look away, at all."

You locked eyes with him, staring into his dark eyes through the bedroom closet mirror. That warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest consumed your whole body when he did this. He knew that making you look at him while he snatched every fiber of your being from you would not only make you extremely nervous but also have you begging for mercy.

"A pretty girl like you can't be fucked without me seeing every single moan leave those pretty lips.."

Your whimpers are like music to his ears but listening to them while you were faced down, ass up was never good enough for him. He thrived off having you pinned against his body, physically feeling you fall apart against his skin while you threw your head in the air and allowed your sobs to paint the room.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, baby girl. I got you.."

His muscles twitched and tensed against your backside as he held you close by your throat with the hand accompanied by his sleeve. Watching that arm flex as he controlled you practically had your essence dripping down his length. His beautiful smile lines deepened as his lips curled into that sexy smirk that had you swooning each and every time. He watched your eyes divert for a quick second to look at the tattoo. Jesus, he literally had you in a chokehold.

"Look at you, so fucking weak for me right now...melting in my fucking arms,"

Your eyes never left his, just as he wanted, locked in a soul snatching gaze. He felt your body crumbling with every word he spoke, but he held you up. Each heartbeat, each breath, each moan, whimper, bound you tighter to him,

'That's it mama, keep lookin' at daddy.."

He slowly continues his thrusts, being sure to aim for your sweet spot with each movement of his hips. His right hand always finds it's way to your clit rubbing in slow, agonizing circles sliding in between your slit to dip into your wetness and back to your throbbing pearl.

"Damn. You're so in love with me aren't you baby?" he asks before allowing his tongue to trace his lips.

The air felt thin, almost suffocating. You wondered how you could still look this man in the eyes while releasing soft, desperate gasps. Yet, each sound that escaped you, made him throb in response to each breath you made. Your hands clung to his wrists, not to push him away but to anchor yourself as the pleasure pulsed through you.

"You couldn't hide it if you wanted to, you're so damn wet for me..just for me" Your juices still coated his lips from the taste of you he had earlier. He moaned as his mind gave him a quick flashback of his feasting session earlier.

That moan rumbled through your ear almost pushing you to the edge. His fingers still toyed with your clit, pulling away and turning into soft, light taps when he'd hear your breath quicken.

"Aren't you?" he questioned again, this time a bit firmer. A bit rougher.

"Yes, daddy.." you choked out before your teeth sunk into your lower lip. His touch was still steady against your throat. It felt as if every sound trying to escape you was trapped by his grasp.

"Good." his low and husky voice brushed against your ear.

"Because, I'm just as in love with you.." he breathed out, another moan escaping his lips.

You weren't sure how much more of this sweet torment you could take, but you had no choice. The night would be endlessly filled with his touch and the intoxicating words that flowed from his lips.

"Aht, look at me while you cum, sweetheart. You better not look away."

"I just need you to nut one more time baby."

"That's it my love, give me that nut. Fuck, mmm, I love this shit."

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Very very random, but hope you enjoyed it!

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[rationaliity]

voicelines about you | various ( i. )

the men's voiceline about you ! next will do a part of the women they're short because i wanted them to sound legit, which is why i did so many !! hope you enjoy anyways <33 this is all purely self indulgent because ill be real with you im not feeling very daijoubou rn

— DR. RATIO

about you : an incomprehensible yet enticing mess in the body of a person. i don't understand their way of thinking at all, and yet, it almost feels as if they understand me in a way few do. peculiar.

chat: his relationship with you : ..relationship is hardly the word i would use to describe our acquaintance. however, i suppose they are not completely inept, unlike many i have had the misfortune of coming across in my time.

added to team with you : take care of yourself. should i have to step in, i will do so to prevent some unfortunate happenstances.

— WELT YANG

about you : potentially one of the kindest individuals i have had the pleasure to be introduced to in my time of travelling the cosmos. a gentle soul like none other. they light up the world around them.

chat: his relationship with you : spending time with them has become a daily necessity for me. i find myself beginning to nag at the others when i have not spent enough time with them. march often asks me about them before anything else.

added to team with you : i appreciate your vitality, but try to take breaks whenever necessary.

— AVENTURINE

about you : quite the enigma, that one. before i even realized it, they had snuck their way into my heart. perhaps they were betting that i wouldn't notice, and perhaps.. it paid off for them.

chat: his relationship with you : they're the chip i hold closest to my chest. no.. a chip is the wrong comparison. they're the one thing i will always hold no matter the stakes of the bet. having them by my side is more important to me than any risk.

added to team with you : i'm willing to bet that the two of us together will make quite the team.

— ARGENTI

about you : the moment our eyes met, i knew they were someone of refined elegance, but i was wholly unprepared for the true beauty of their very being.

chat: his relationship with you : i feel the closest to idrila and the eternal beauty that i seek when i am with them. they bring out a fire in me that simply cannot be quenched by any other soul, as if i were a moth to their brilliant flame.

added to team with you : as usual, i find myself captivated by your beauty and grace, my dear.

— BOOTHILL

about you : i don't know another capable of runnin' things how they run things. they got my respect. well, much more than just my respect, but that ain't proper to say.

chat: his relationship with you : ain't nothin' like the nice feelin' of knowin' you're loved by someone no matter whatcha look like or what you're capable of. they've been there through it all, the bad, the ugly, and the muddle-fudgin' terrible.

added to team with you : well i'll be the son of a nice lady, if it isn't you ! let me take care of ya, sweetheart.

— BLADE

about you : they are the one clear thing i can see when the mara strikes. no matter how far gone i am, i see them - clear as the many sunsets i have seen. they are where the light meets the dark.

chat: his relationship with you : this eternal purgatory that i have been cursed with feels... less hellish when they are by my side. it is as if, for a moment, my body and my soul forget what i am. i can only believe this is their doing.

added to team with you : death comes to all, but now is not your time.

— DAN HENG

about you : they were persistent in trying to know me for who i was, not who i could've been. they are kind, more so than any other person i have come to meet. they are strong and gentle at the same time.

chat: his relationship with you : march is always telling me that i should be more forthcoming with my emotions, but they seem to understand me quite well no matter how little i speak up. i.. really appreciate and value their presence in my life.

added to team with you : i will stand by you no matter what comes our way, do not be afraid.

— GALLAGHER

about you : what a riot, they are ! their personality reminds me of the strongest and sweetest drink mixed in one delightful package. it's easy to get addicted if i'm not careful.

chat: his relationship with you : i didn't understand at first why they wanted to hang out with this old dog as long as they did, not that you'll find me complainin' or nothin'. they always seemed entertained by my stories, and i like listenin' to them yap, too.

added to team with you : have a drink, i'll take care of whatever you need me to, just say the word.

— JING YUAN

about you : fascinating, with so many stories to tell, it could keep me even busier than i typically am for hours. although i must say that i enjoy being occupied by them than by work.

chat: his relationship with you : in the middle of the mundane trivialities of life that i have grown so accustomed to with my job title, they bring an air of uniqueness and excitement into every encounter. i find myself eagerly awaiting the times we meet.

added to team with you : i trust you are able to take this on yourself ? if not, well, that's why i am here, no ?

— GEPARD LANDAU

about you : they are more carefree than i am, and while it worries me at times, i find myself drawn to their spirit nonetheless. i think i'm just drawn to those kinds of people, or they are drawn to me.

chat: his relationship with you : sometimes, i feel like i'm nagging at them, even when i don't mean to, but it's because i'm always worried about them. i know they can protect themselves but i wish they would let me do it for them more often.

added to team with you : protecting you feels just as important as protecting belobog. i will do so with my life.

— LUKA

about you : they're probably the only person in belobog who really get my passion. they give their all for everything that they do, and i'm down for it !

chat: his relationship with you : they're really good at both getting me fired up and a little more mellow, depending on what i need for the moment. they're like my personal hype man / cheer leader, and i'm theirs when they need it ! that's why we work together so well.

added to team with you : this is going to be over like that with the two of us on the same team !

— LUOCHA

about you : they are wiser than they let on, it's hard to fool them or pull the wool over their eyes. even when i think i've kept a secret close, they've long since figured me out.

chat: his relationship with you : they help me see things that i would otherwise miss on my own, broadening my horizons when i need more depth brought to me. i'm grateful for their intuition and their knowledge on the world around us.

added to team with you : combat may not be my forte, but should you need assistance, i will be at your side.

— SUNDAY

about you : they are the embodiment of the feeling of the sun on your skin for the first time, warming your soul as well. they are gentle, and pick up where i lack.

chat: his relationship with you : i do not believe i am deserving of one quite like them, but i have a hard time letting them go nonetheless. they deserve more than i can give, but that doesn't stop me from trying regardless.

added to team with you : whoever dares to lay a finger on you will be met with swift and strict punishment.

— SAMPO KOSKI

about you : a person of many talents, much like myself, although they're charging significantly less for their expertise - free. i keep saying they should, but they're adamant about being kind.

chat: his relationship with you : my partnership with them could be best described as, er, jointly profitable. i provide my excellent services, and they grace me with their presence and their wits and.. maybe i am getting the better end of this deal.

added to team with you : it's your best pal, sampo koski, at your service ! aren't you glad i'm here ?

[wranglens]

tags 1.0 .

╰ ゜OUT OF CHARA.  *  NOT ANOTHER GOD DAMN HICK KAT. ╰ ゜SAVE.  *  THIS IS MINE NOW ! GET YOUR OWN ! ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  STARTER CALL. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  STARTER. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  THREAD. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  ANSWERED. ╰ ゜IN CHARACTER.  *  ANSWERED. ╰ ゜OUT OF CHARACTER.  *  DASH COMMENTARY.

╰ ゜STUDY.  *  RENEGADE REBEL WITH A PEDAL TO THE FLOOR. ╰ ゜MUSING.  *  DOWN THE SAME OLD DEAD END HIGHWAY. ╰ ゜MANNERISM.  *  SCARED OF NOTHIN &. SCARED TO DEATH. ╰ ゜HEADCANON.  *  I KEEP CHASIN THAT SAME OLD DEVIL. ╰ ゜SKILLS.  *  THE SAME RED RIVER TRIED TO DROWN ME. ╰ ゜AESTHETIC.  *  RIDIN IN ON THE WIND AND RAIN. ╰ ゜ART.  *  WHEN WHISKEY BURNS &. THE NICOTINE HITS. ╰ ゜MUSIC.  *  I PRAY FOR PEACE BUT I NEED THE THRILL. ╰ ゜SELF PROMO.  *  TELL THE SUNSHINE TO TAKE A BREAK. ╰ ゜PROMO.  *  JUST THE WHISTLE OF A LONG BLACK TRAIN. ╰ ゜MEME.  *  CARRY ME AWAY LIKE THE MISSISSIPPI ROLLS. ╰ ゜WISHLIST.  *  ROLLIN TWENTY ONE WITH AN ACE &. QUEEN. ╰ ゜EDITS.  *  RUNNIN OFF THE EDGE THEY SAY I'M A WRECK. ╰ ゜CRACK.  *  I KEEP RUNNIN BUT I'M STANDIN STILL. ╰ ゜QUEUE.  *  AIN'T NO LOVE IN OKQUEUEHOMA.

[billysgun]

bandage

billy the kid x sheriffs!daughter |requested!| after you found him wounded, you took him back to your house where you healed a very flirty billy.|

"you're a mess" you mumbled, hands working fast as you pressed the clean cloth into his wound

he spits through gritted teeth as he lays sprawled on your table

"lucky I found you" you whisper, thinking about how unlikely anyone else would be out in the fields when his horse flipped him over and dragged him with his hands gripped tight on the rein, splitting his leg open

"am I?" he grunts as you wipe the blood around his open leg

"why didn't you let go of the damn horse?" you scolded him but he only let out a pained chuckled

"can't lose my stuff, honey. plus your daddy would've done shit for it" he grins at you, nodding toward the framed certificate hung on the wall with your father's license. he's the local sheriff and would kill you for having this out-law on your dining table

"he works with crimes, not stupid accidents" you mumbled, grabbing the needle and threading it through his skin as he screamed out in pain

"he's a corrupted piece of shit you know" he yells out as you stitch him up, you snort at his comment, thinking it was bold of him to so openly hate on your family while you healed him. then again, the whiskey you had him chug for the pain was probably taking its effect

"and this was a crime, dear" he adds, and you look up at him

"tell me more, cowboy" you say sarcastically but he only smiles

"yeah well, I will! someone was shootin' my way and almost hit my horse, that's why he was runnin'!" he confesses and you tie the end of your stitch

"stray bullets sometimes happen, it is huntin' season" you mumble as you do a few more ties for good measure

"nah, people want me dead, dear" he relaxes when you step back and you undo your bloody apron

"downside of being an outlaw, I suppose?" you question and he lets out an airy laugh

"I need to get going though, thank you" he says, twisting his body over and you run to push him back down

"no, no, no. you ain't walkin' on that leg for at least 2 weeks" you say but he dismisses you, putting his weight on the other leg as he drags himself to the exit of your dining room

"guess that means I'll need a follow-up visit?" he smiles and you roll your eyes

"that would be nice. because of the leg" you add and he slowly nods

"right, for the leg" and just like that the outlaw was gone and you ran upstairs to mark 2 weeks from now in your planner with a grin like no other spread on your face.

an: thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun making this <3

[ahelluvahigh]

Anonymous asked: "And I'll fucking do it again!" waves a pizza with pineapples at Arackniss in a threatening manner, as if trying to scare away a vampire with garlic

He doesn't want to shoot at this close of a distance and splatter blood all over Sasha... so he simply stabs the creature in the chest, leaving the knife plunged in its chest.

"... Huh. You weren't kidding."

[oneforthemunny]

I heard something about angsty fics around here? Am I right? I'm not sure about the plot, but it has to be cowboy eddie!

Pretty please. Something about sweet girl keeping a secret, but a totally innocent one, just to not concern him. But he found out accidentally, and all was a misunderstanding. He talked to her really harshly, accusing her of cheating and not being trustworthy. Something like that plz plz plz

"Thanks, Gare. I think he's gonna love it." You whispered, cradling the landline to your ear. You could hear the creak of the screen door followed by Eddie's heavy boots on the wood floor, heart skipping.

"I gotta go. Thank you. Talk to you soon." You slid around the kitchen wall's corner, slipping the phone back on the hook as silently as you could, wincing at the small click of the phone settling.

"Hey, honey." You greeted, slinking towards Eddie sweetly. "You done already?"

Eddie grunted in response, stripping his socks, tossing them in the laundry room.

Irritation consumed you, though you tried to mask it. Eddie had been so moody lately. You assumed it was because of his birthday. He always got weird around his birthday, which is exactly why you were determined this year to make it a good one.

"Are you hungry? I kept your sandwich in the fridge, since you didn't come in at lunc-"

"-Who were you on the phone with?" A piercing, furrowed brow gaze met yours suddenly. Canopied by matted curls from a day's work, you could still see the deep lines on his forehead, furrowed.

"What?" You chirped, eyes wide, round in caught surprise. Shit, he'd heard you. How the hell had he heard you? You'd been so quiet, so careful, wanting to surprise him. The look of pure shock, it would be priceless.

You expected to see his lips curl in a smirk, shake his head at you, tell you something along the lines of, "c'mon, baby, can't get anything past me, y'know that".

It never came.

Instead, Eddie's eyes flashed in fury- hurt. Nostrils flaring in a deep breath he tried to swallow down, tried to keep his anger from flaring.

"Who were you on the phone with?" Eddie gritted, an eerie steadiness to his tone that had you shuddering, stomach twisting in fear.

"I-I was- I was just calling to check on my prescription." A stuttering of a lie fell from your lips, nails digging into the palms of your hands. "Just calling to see when I needed to go into town to pick it up-"

"-Y'know," Eddie huffed, standing to his full height, looming over you. "If you're gonna fuck around on me, you could have the decency not to do it in my home."

My home. The words, the tone of his voice, it sent icy waves of fear down your spine. The last time Eddie had called the home "his place" was before you moved in, since then it had been shared with the two of you. Our home, our place, ours.

"What?" Your own brows furrowed this time. "I'm not fucking with you-"

"-No, no, no." Eddie shook his head, taking a striding step towards you. "That's not what I said. I said fucking around on me." There was a beat, your face falling in hurt, his steeling in fury. "Because that's what you're doin'? Aren't you? Fucking around on me?"

"Are you out of your goddam mind?" It was your turn to scoff, angry and insulted. "Did Medusa kick you in your fucking head or something?"

"Don't!" Eddie's voice boomed, hand smacking against the doorframe, a loud echoing of a hit. You stilled, eyes wide, he'd never been this angry- not with you at least. Not at you.

"Don't you come in my fucking house, fucking around on me when I've done nothing-nothing but love you!"

"I'm not fucking around on you, Eddie! Christ, have you lost your mind?" You shouted back, taking a furious step towards him, the two of you in a stand off. "I mean, what is the matter with you? You think I-I'm cheating on you?"

"You think I'm stupid?" Eddie sneered, jaw tight. "You sneakin' around, makin' phone calls all day? Runnin' off into town? I might be a lot of things, honey, but dumb ain't one of 'em."

"You are dumb." You snapped bitterly. "Stupid, even. If you think I'm cheating on you. What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Who is he?" Eddie's hands gripped the door frame. "Huh? I deserve to know. Who is he?"

You gawked, baffled, furious, embarrassed. Eddie thought you were cheating? Cheating? How did something so kind, so thoughtful that you were trying to do for him, backfire to this? It made you feel hurt, insulted.

"Who is he?" You scoffed. Eddie's face didn't move, expression not softening, not falling. You could feel the burn filling your chest, your nose, suffocating you.

Stomping over to your purse, you flipped it upside down, dumping the contents of it out. There, amongst the change and hair ties, you snatched the receipts you'd shoved to the bottom of your purse. Business cards, a small neon invitation, and wadded receipts from the party stores, balling them in your hand, flinging them at Eddie's face furiously.

"You want to know who I've been talking to?" You sneered, watching Eddie scan the receipts, face slowly falling as he read the item- a birthday cake written confirmation note order with the small note added, "Happy Birthday, Eddie!" in red piping. The date for next Saturday, his birthday.

"I've been on the phone with Gareth." You spat, trying to swallow the tears already brimming your waterline. "I've been sneaking around and trying to plan you a surprise party, because I wanted you to have a good birthday for once."

Eddie felt sick, a wave of nausea crashing over him, head spinning in a dizzying ache. A small invitation, "Shh! It's a secret!" in bold, funky lettering on the invitation, Gareth's address written below.

"Oh." Eddie croaked. His eyes met yours again, though this time, he wore the rounded look of shame. "I, um, I-I didn't me-"

"-You're a fucking asshole." You spat, blinking through tear stained vision, stomping up the stairs in a hurt fury, ignoring his cries and pleas that you cut off with the slamming of the bedroom door.

[entitled-fangirl]

Cowboy!Cregan #4

In no particular order: 1, 2, 3,

Masterlist

A/n: This one is like a one-shot. I was trying to make it short then decided why the hell not

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"Oh, careful," Cregan chirped up when her foot sank a little into the mud. 

"Wore my boots for a reason, Cregan."

"I know, I know," he reasoned. "Just don't want you falling is all."

The two had decided to take their horses for a ride, but when they noticed some trash up in the creek, they journeyed down to the riverside by foot, hence the mud.

"Boss!" Glover yells as he moved over to them, almost falling the mud as well. He curses under his breath, "Dammit. The boys and I are going out to the bar later. Couple of drinks is all. They asked if you'd join."

Cregan looks between Glover and his wife. "Just a couple drinks, Glover?"

"Well, for me, anyway. I dunno what those single boys will do."

Cregan sighs, placing his hands on his hips. "As long as they're here for work tomorrow morning, I frankly don't give a shit." He looked to Y/n, "What do ya think? Wanna go?"

She hums in thought. "Just a few hours?"

Glover nods, "Right after work's done here."

She eyes Cregan for a moment. "I don't wanna intrude on whatever you boys-"

"-Ah, that's bullshit," Glover scoffed. When Cregan glared at him, he bit his tongue. "Pardon me, didn't mean to cuss at a lady. Only meant that you're not intruding on anything, ma'am."

"Cregan?"

Cregan ran a hand over his face in thought. "I'm their boss, Glover. I don't see how they can relax around me like that."

"C'mon. Anyone can relax with a few drinks in 'em. Even you," Glover teased.

The gruff Stark huffed. "It's up to the lady."

Glover's eyes shifted over to Y/n.

She couldn't resist Glover's pitiful look he gave her. "Fine. We'll be there after supper."

He grinned widely. "Oh, the guys are gonna love this!"

Cregan was growing irritated. "Don't you have something to do?"

Glover chuckled, waving off his boss' annoyance. "Fine, fine. I'll go. But I expect to see ya both later. Yeah?"

She threw him a smirk. "We will, Glover. Get outta here before Cregan fires ya."

"'Course," Glover grinned back. "I'll get on. Good to see ya, ma'am."

He tipped his hat to her and moved out into the clearing, going back to work.

Once he was gone from sight, Cregan rubbed his hand up and down her back. "You sure you wanna go? Ain't no shame in staying home." 

She smiled. "Oh, I know that." She leaned against his chest, looking up at him. "I know that quite well."

His hand moved up to her hair, the other holding her waist steady. "I've quite enjoyed myself at home. I wouldn't mind another night in."

"We've done enough of that," she teased. 

His voice lowered to a huskier tone. "I'll never have enough."

Her face flushed. "Yeah, but I meant… we should get out tonight. It'll be good for us."

 He tilted his head. "What? Are these thousands of acres not large enough?"

She huffed playfully. "You know I'd be happy with you in a 500 square foot studio apartment. But you'd go mad without the adventure, I think."

Cregan's lips pulled up into a small smile as he tilted her head further up. "I'm runnin' a family business here, sweetheart. It can't always be adventure."

"Tonight, it could be."

Cregan took a long breath at her words, a shiver going down his spine. "Could it?" He whispered lightly.

She pulled away, "Take me to the bar tonight, Stark. Then we'll talk about adventuring, huh?"

He bit his lip, unable to give a proper response as she walked back up the bank.

…

Cregan reluctantly stepped into the establishment and immediately found himself at the bar, ordering a whiskey. 

His eyes roamed over the small building, eyes set on watching his girl.

She was a catch, and he knew that well. 

Luckily, majority of the customers in there were his ranch hands anyway, but the few that weren't set him on edge. 

She sat next to Glover's wife, gossiping about whatever ladies talk about. Cregan didn't mind not knowing exactly. 

"You made it!" Mormont exclaimed jovially, clapping the man on the back as he sat next to him. Though Mormont was their eldest ranch hand, if he didn't show the physical characteristics, they would have thought him one of the youngest. He held a spirit to him. "Glover said you were hesitant."

Of the 38 ranch hands that came and went, his closest were Glover, Bolton and Mormont. 

Mormont had been his father's ranch foreman. The great Rickon Stark left large shoes to fill after his death, so Mormont had helped where he could. 

He had watched the young Cregan grow from a boy to a man, and that only made his respect and loyalty to him grow all the more.

"Well, when my wife wants out of the house, we go out of the house," Cregan smirked.

"Ah," he retorted. "You got yourself a good one, boy. Never dull with her."

Cregan looked back over to her, catching her looking up at him as well. "You're right about that."

…

A little while later, Cregan felt a kiss placed to his left shoulder and a small body lean against his back. "Mm, is that whiskey?" her voice sounded in his ear.

He turned his head to her, finding her face only inches from his. "Yeah. Want some?"

She shook her head. "You already knew that, though."

He grinned, kissing her cheek. "My sweet girl." He sat up a little more to see her better. "Did you want something else?"

She hummed. "I shouldn't."

"Why not?"

"I just meant, you're drinking and I can drive us home if you wanted t-"

"I'm only having this one," He reasoned. "We'll be fine."

She hummed and brought her hands up to his shoulders. He reached up and grabbed her hand,  kissing her fingers. His brows furrowed. "Where's your ring?"

She hummed questioningly. "What?" She held her hand up, her eyes widening when she saw. "Fuck." She held her hand to her chest, covering it up with her other one. "I forgot to put it back on after riding earlier. You're not mad at me, are you?"

He grinned. "You think I'd be mad at you?"

She rubbed at the finger that was now obviously bare. "I dunno…"

He turned completely on his barstool, pulling her closer to stand between his legs. "I'm not mad, sweetheart. You know why?"

"Why?"

His eyes shone as he admired her. "Cause I know you're coming home with me."

She brought her hand up to his cheek, watching him lean into her touch. "Everyone else doesn't know that."

His smile only grew. "I think they do."

"How wo-"

She gasped when his hand moved to her ass, squeezing lightly. "Cregan!"

His other hand gripped her chin and pulled her lips down to his, kissing her lightly. 

She pulled away with a smile. "We can't do this here."

He hummed as his eyes looked down her lips. "Let's leave then."

"Cregan."

He pulled away and huffed. "Alright. Alright." He stood up and kissed her one more time. "I'll be at the pool table."

"Alright."

She watched him walk away before sitting in his seat. 

Cregan ran a hand through his messy hair and she couldn't help but stare. He was a sight. She had talked him into changing into his nice jeans and she was thanking herself for it now. Watching him bend over the table to line up a shot with the cue ball stirred something inside her. 

"Can I getcha anything, ma'am?" The bartender asked. 

Her body turned to him, her head moving last. Cregan held her attention a little too well. "Oh. Um… just some water, thank you."

He nodded, "'Course."

"Not a drinker, little lady?" A voice asked. 

She looked over to see a guy that was sipping at his own whiskey. "No. I'm not, really."

He let out a toothy grin. "That's admirable." The two look over at the pool table when the guys shout when one of them scratches. "You datin' that one?"

She follows his gaze to Cregan. This guy was being oddly nosey and she didn't bother to explain it all to him. "Yeah, something like that."

"Can I let you in on a secret, darling?" He asked as he leans in. 

She cringes at the smell of the alcohol on his breath. "Alright?"

"Very few men are worthy of something like you."

"Wh-"

"I dare say I'm jealous. If I was him, I'd drive you up to the shop and getcha a ring right now."

"Oh," she flushed. "It's not like that-"

"Oh. So you're not dating? More of an open thing?"

"You're misunderstanding me."

He grinned in satisfaction. "I don't think I am. I am seeing crystal clear, little lady."

She tensed when he rested his hand on her knee.

At the pool table, Glover's wife finally spoke up. "I think Y/n's getting herself a free drink."

Cregan's brows furrowed and he turned to what she was looking at. "Goddamn it." He shoved his pool cue into someone's hands. "Five minutes. Too pretty to be alone for five minutes." 

He stormed over there, trying to keep his cool. "Hi there, sweet girl. Making friends?"

A released breath escaped her and she looked over to him. "Yeah, I guess so."

Cregan stood behind her chair, leaning over her and holding his hand out to the guy to shake. "Cregan Stark."

The guy's eyes widened, shaking his hand. "Stark? Really?"

"Yeah. I run the ranch a few miles west."

He got uncomfortable. "Sorry, man. I was just keeping the lady company."

Cregan's head tilted. "Did she want company?"

The guy said nothing, so Cregan bent down to speak into her ear. "Did you want his company?" She looked up at him and he let the silence sit. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Keep your hands off her."

"I said sorry, man. Your girl was leading me on."

"Was she?" He asked with a grin. "Well, I'll give you two options, boy. Either apologize to the lady, or find yourself buried on my ranch. I'm kind enough to let you choose."

The guy scoffed. "Whatever, dude." He stood up to try to walk out, but Cregan grabbed him by the back of his shirt, shoving him into the bar. "Apologize," he growled.

The man groaned. "Alright. Alright. I'm sorry."

"No, you tell her."

The man turned his head to her. "I'm. Sorry."

Cregan pushed him, not caring if he tripped. "Get the fuck out."

Y/n had avoided eye contact with everyone, but now that the situation was handled, she dared to look around. 

Everyone was indeed staring, a few of the ranch hands were even ready jump in if things were to escalate. 

"C'mon," Cregan chimed. "I'll get your coat. We're going home."

…

The silence in the truck was killing her. 

Cregan's hand was firm on her thigh, not moving an inch. 

"You mad at me now?"

He sighed, flipping his blinker on. "No."

"You seem like it."

The red glow of the stoplight lit up his face, showcasing the hardened expression. "I'm not."

"Cregan."

He ran his free hand through his hair then placed it back on the wheel. "I'm sorry. I'm taking out my anger on you. That's... unfair of me."

She was the quiet one now, staring at his hand on her leg. He rubbed his thumb side to side. 

"I didn't lead him o-"

"-I know." He finally looked over to her with a softer expression. "I know you, sweet girl."

She smiled lightly at him as the light turned green. The engine roared as they moved further down the road. 

"You know," she sighed. "It's only," she checked her phone, "ten o'clock. Did you want to have that… adventure… we were talking about?"

He grinned and shifted in his seat, "Oh yeah?"

"I mean, I know your sleep is valuable. And you have work to do tomorrow."

"What's one day off?"

She reached out, placing her hand over his. "You sure?"

"Glover and Mormont have it under control." He squeezed her thigh. "Are you sure?"

She leaned over and kissed his bicep. "'Course."

"Then it's settled."

They stopped at a stop sign, and Cregan brought his hand up to her jaw, pulling her towards his side of the truck. He kissed her deeply, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. 

She pulled away. "You gotta wait for that, cowboy."

He chuckled and pulled away. "I'm an eager man. You said yourself, I like adventure."

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This man has cowboy energy written all over him.