#murph😅

[electricxmayhem]

when I was a teen i made up a team of teen superhero oc’s, but in 2024 i’ve found myself more drawn to the adult characters, and two of the dads fell in love

[stevecoven]

Hi Jams! Is there anything you’ve been working on lately you’re really excited to talk about? 😊 hope you’re doing well!

Yes!! I have been working on A Coven Just For Two (ACJFT), which is Murph and Steve's story - y'know, the one I've been talking about writing for like a year and a half?? 😅 it's going to be very long and in-depth, covering how they meet, what drives them apart, and how they finally get together 💛💜 plus a bunch of extra world building lore I've made for myself

It's taking me SO long to get through the first few chapters - ADHD, a busy schedule and impostor syndrome are all kicking my ass at the moment - but I am DETERMINED to get the first chapter finished and beta read and published very soon!!! I think I'm stressing about it too much and just need to get it done - this story and the characters mean so much to me and I want to do them justice but that's a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself lol

[therealslimshakespeare]

Alright I am going in!

Bucky’s keen eyes showed the moment it dawned on him, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth sagged and he ran a weathered hand over his face

Ok first of all, Bucky’s initial reaction to asking her was very special to me. I liked that he also had this reaction because he wants her safe and he doesn't necessarily LOVE the idea but he knows she can do it and so thats what makes it worth it, as proven here: Bucky grounded aloud, “Nah, nah she’s -Lu would solve it.” he muttered

The way his Buck swallows hard and dry contradicts his words, “I do remember that.”

This was just so sweet to me oh my god. The way he just wants her safe and out of danger, these two are SO special to me🥹🥹

“Really?” Bucky’s mouth gives a soft smile of doubtful incredulity and Gale mimics it, mournful but a smirk all the same, “Feel like she should answer to ‘Gale’s Baby’ these days. Lieutenant Smith who?”

LMAO given what you’ve said about Bucky’s fatherly projection onto her AND him teaching her to drive, this is so funny to me. I LOVE IT. 😭����

“No really, she’s an officer and she wants to be treated like one. It’ll do her good to have work. Her kinda work.”

And this! I love this, i know we say Gale is the one who knows her but I’m soft for Bucky emphasizig this about her!

They found Lu with Murph and Benny and Brady, measuring out what seemed to be lot lines between Love Shack #9 and the next combine, boot scuffed perimeters already visible in the light snow and drawn in a decently tidy rectangle.

OK THIS THIS THIS! The garden! Yay I love them. And! The way Lu is already being Lieutenant Smith here 🤭🥹

Bucky sniffed, a casual set to his body that belied his quest, “Just the little one.”

This is just precious, sorry!

Smith promptly looked startled, then eager. “All well Majors?”

AW precious again!! Startled and then eager, sweet girl 😪😪

“Need your advice on the color of my cufflinks with this suit.” Bucky extended his arm and beckoned her, “C’mon back in for a minute.

Also I don’t know why I found this so cute but! What can I say…

the Buckies stood over Smith’s small frame as she sat at the table and inspected the simplistic device with keen eyed appreciation for the construct.

This! Like the scene of her between them on the forced march, this is one that I can see so clearly😅😅 Them towering over her as she does her thing. And her knee eyed appreciation 🥹🥹

“It’s really marvelous.” she assured Cleven, running her fingers over the carefully coiled wire and precarious pin.

SHE IS SO SWEET

Gale didn’t even crack a smile. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked instead.

Poor Gale but. The way this showed the confidence he has in her brain just took me out.

“Take your time, Lu.” Bucky spoke up

My heart is melting sorry!

Lu pressed it to her ear, not to discern what was quite obviously radio silence, but to imagine the whole process in reverse, track it down the cord all the way to the base, each possible breakdown of the conduction.

THIS! THIS! The way that you describe this and her intelligence and her intuitive ability! I love!

Smith bit her lip, “We need sulfur added. Lead won’t conduct on its own.”

Love my genius baby 🥰🥰

“If I had sulfur we could add it to the lead dust, ignite it and- burn it down and you’ve got something close enough to Galena. Just need a pinch of it should work.”

Love my genius baby part two!

Ya sure that’s it?” he asked Lu once more. She gave a helpless little shrug. “Gotta be. Or the wire’s dirty. Where’d it come from anyway?”

Ok but I love her confidence in herself and her smarts and her abilities? Like she’s so eager to please but she knows she knows what she’s talking about. I love that!

“We should let it sit.” Lu surmised, her big dark eyes surveying the burnt bowl and their smoking experiment with glittery excitement at the possibility of success

I just adore this. Adore this so much. Because it’s the combination of, us being in awe at her brain and her talent and her competence but also- she’s so excited about it?! Like glittery excitement omg aw I can literally SEE her eyes 🥹🥹

Even Major Clark had joined them in the barracks for this final try and Lu’s cheeks were maroon from the attention even as her deft hands steadily pressed her concoction beneath its intended rod.

THIS!!!! THIS IS THE EPITOME OF HER!! Shy from the attention but confident in her ability because she is just THAT smart! Also! I love Colonel Clark being there 🥰🥰

“Pass me the pliers, sir?” She asked and for a moment, the teacher became the apprentice

This is just another line that is insanely cute ugh Gale and Lu I love youuuuuu

“You could check your look in this wire’s reflection.” She complimented Gale’s buffing of the copper wire

SWEET GIRL AGAIN!!!! She’s so kind hearted AH

Gale picked up the headphone from in front of him on the table like it was a gun he was about to bring to his head. “Here.” He extended it to her instead, “S’right, it was your job, you should be the first. Cmon.”

I LOVE THIS! He wasn’t in the best state of mind for this fic and he was so stressed but even amidst all that, he still handles her with so much love and care 🥹

For a good ten seconds everyone in the room held their breath as Smith pressed the headphone to her ear and gently wiggled the clothespin along the wire, searching and tuning, her face holding that old peaceful concentration they hadn’t seen since the last mission. She was at home with her mind tuned to another dimension. The pilots in the room knew that look, that was the look of someone at home with something that terrified them all the same, the gut swooping feeling of clearing the take off and sledding along the tops of the clouds. Wrong and strange and utterly incomparable to others, it was the closest to home one’s mind could be. Lu belonged somewhere on those electric currents and searching them out was like finding oneself again.

Then at last, Lu’s eyes sharpened out of their dreamy haze of concentration and she said, gentle as always, “It’s the BBC sir.”

Ok and here, words fail me. Truly words fail me to explain how incredible this part was. Ugh. The way you described her peaceful concentration and her dreamy haze. I can literally SEE IT. And that LAST LINE. I loved it so so so much. Like adored it an absolutely insane amount. Wonder baby pulled it off 🥲🥲

This whole fic was so lovely and so beautifully written and I just wanna thank u for writing it and sharing it 🫶����

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH - I got myself a live blog synopsis review on losing my damn mind this is my favorite thing ever, I write in hopes of these sorts asks. For real tho, this is peak happiness, this is like me getting to read an update. Babes, thank you and I’m so happy you liked it ☺️🥹

[typosandtea]

With Artfight very soon I though it was about time to post about some of my ocs!

Introducing: Murphy!!

SKETCHS HERE!!!

Nora Murphy is a whole 5ft of mutant soldier trauma and caring.

The short:

S:5, P:7, E:8, C:10, I:3, A:7, L:2

Toughness, Lifegiver, rad resistant, refractor, admantium skeleton, animal friend, inspirational, local leader, rifleman

BOS main, contractor for the minuteman, deacon only minor contact with the railroad, hates the institute

Good, helps people, very anxious, terrified of becoming a monster. Unlucky.

Is a mutant: can fly, quick heal / tough, but needs to eat a lot, restricted to night by being nocturnal, shunned by many

Companions: Danse and Preston mostly, sometimes nick, befriends all of them at least a bit.

Heritage: white Australian

The long: Lore \/

The long:

Fallout 4 ‘Sole survivor’ oc, but in my Mutant AU where vault 111 was a dual experiment creating super soldiers by forcing animal DNA on people with some twisted results (Murph is very lucky to still look mostly human with wings), basically fallout 4 but with a bunch of extra side quests to fight or help her old neighbours in various states of mind.

She is Australian! From NT, Which kinda sucks in fallout universe since most countries had fallen well before the bombs ever fell, Australia was absorbed by USA for its abundance of uranium and strategic proximity to china! She and Nathan (Nate) were accepted as military refugees into the us army about 2065, where they were in power armour core together her as a soldier and him as a mechanic. They were married shortly before where they both get injured in an explosion, Nathan much more so as Murphy was in power Armor at the time. They are discharged, Nathan for injury and Murphy for being pregnant with Shaun. Bombs fall etc.

She is mutated with sooty owl DNA by Vaulttec in an attempt to make an extremely mobile stealth night operative, which didn’t go entirely to plan! While she hardier than normal, capable of flight and is reasonably stealthy she is also now limited to night ops by being nocturnal, daytime is way too bright and painful for her to be in without eye protection! She also struggles to be awake in the day. She also has other negatives from the mutation such as lost intelligence, needing to eat way more food, being smaller than she used to be, and being shunned or shot at. The mutation forces each of the residents to cocoon and liquify into their new forms!

She has so much military trauma, from being in the Aus army when they get demolished by china and then by USA fighting china to take control of Aus, by being acquired by the us army, being a ‘volunteer’ for the power Armor testing, seeing fellow Aussie soldiers get treated poorly in the army, having to participate in the mandatory war crimes, her and Nathan getting badly injured in anchorage, the horrors of war etc.

Personality wise she is very people oriented and will put people before the goal often, extremely charismatic which is the only reason she hasn’t been shot multiple times by just about every faction 😅. Very anxious even before being mutated, but is positively a nervous wreck now, is ok at hiding it. Soldiers training helps a lot to shift into mission focus but is not sustainable in the long term as she finds out! Worries about being a mutant and is terrified of becoming, or being seen as a monster so she is very restrained in her combat, how she moves and speaks, rarely yells or fights first. Will go out of her way to help people as has become the go to helper for many people against her will such as the minuteman, the other mutants and various other people she has helped. She has a very broad definition of person much to Danse’s + the BOS’s chagrin. Has multiple mental breakdowns throughout the story. Privately thinks she deserves to be hated and hunted from a combination of BOS rubbish, military trauma at the awful things she has done as a soldier both pre and post war, and just all round ruined self esteem. Banter is a core part of her speech, if an Aussie is mildly insulting you they think you’re neat!

Pre war was 5’6”, post mutation is 5’ with 15’ wingspan, is not happy about suddenly being a lot shorter. As a morning person naturally the shift to nocturnal is extremely difficult to her, dislikes having to wake people up constantly and feels bad about it. (She feels bad about everything really). Jury-rigs some aviators goggles sunglasses so she can tolerate the sun slightly better, is not a fan of the day anymore, feels too exposed and dislikes flying in the sun.

BOS as feels the familiarity of being as soldier as that’s all she’s ever been for the past 17 years (her perspective excluding the ice nap). Unknown to her, Danse is instructed by Maxon after arcjet on to recruit her so they can study her, and use her as a political pawn with the minutemen and mutants, because by the time she goes to Cambridge she is already reasonably well know and tentatively liked in the commonwealth. (Don’t worry I love both Danse and Maxon as characters so they are not reduced to 1 dimensional jerks!) over time though she befriends Danse as he is assigned to her as her ‘sponsor’ (observe her for study and make sure she makes BoS friendly decisions), mixed feeling in the BoS when she is made knight by Maxon to say the least! over time she becomes a great friend and asset to the BoS and Maxon realises one day the he no longer intends to go through with his original secret plans.

Since she spent so much time in power armour prewar, and Nathan was a power armour mechanic, she knows quite a lot about it! And is very unhappy that she physicaly cannot wear it anymore!

Physically she is small wiry and very hardy from the mutations. Though she can’t wear armour due to its weight and her small stature so she needs to be tough! Important appearance features are she is short, lots of freckles, gap in front teeth, rather flat face, prominent eyebrows, eyes that are too big and yellow from the mutation, shoulder length thick light brown hair that’s messy or braided, she is lean, pear shaped, and has a wide gait. Prefers baggy clothes and will layer over the vault suit / bos uniform. She rather suntanned / leathery and freckled from spending a lot of time outside pre war. She has a prominent set of vertical scars over her left eye from anchorage. She has barbed wire tattoos around her arms above her elbows on both sides. wings connect to her body like having a second set of shoulders.

Absolutely has no cold tolerance from the double whammy of being a Northern Territory Aussie (winter is like 17c here) and cryosleep trauma! Layers clothing wherever possible. Being very cold brings bad memories.

Left leg gets messed up in a nasty fight later, can’t really run much anymore, so is a lot more reliant on flying and her friends, scar on her stomach from stacking it badly on her bike as a kid.

Despite being highly charismatic keeps messing up and emotionally hurting her friends (everyone needs to grow as a person in my fanfic I’m trying to write and that includes messing up in relationships and subsequently repairing the relationship stronger)

Uses laser rifle from Danse that’s modified to be scoped and extra light, carries a combat knife on her person at all times out of habit, before meeting Danse was using 10mm but prefers long range without power armour, which she can’t wear anymore. Her and Sturges whip up some rudimentary comms for her, which later she and danse improves so she can use them in flight without the wind noise making her illegible.

Tends to horde / carry / eat any food she finds since she needs to eat so much and doesn’t want to be a burden on anyone else, most of the time her very limited caring capacity is atleast half food. Has very few clothes because of the time and effort required to modify them, gets a modified bomber jacket later and basically never takes it off again cause bloody hell Boston is cold compared to Aus.

[jozstankovich]

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Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with

Tagged by: @whimsicalwadewinstonwilson luv u murph 💚

Favorite Color -> teal & coral

Last Song -> Yen on a Carousel - David Holmes

Currently Reading -> uhhhh... my own fics? lol i need to find something to read fr

Currently Watching -> Good Girls, Stranger Things, Bake Off

Currently Craving -> donuts & a hug

Coffee or Tea -> coffee

A hobby you would like to try -> technically i've been doing it already, but i'd always wanted to do resin art & I've been making these adorable little shaker charms & I love it, i'll probably post some photos soon

An AU you're working on/thought of -> I started planning out a Steve/Reader Fear Street 1978 AU that I'd like to write for Halloween, but who knows if I'll get to it with all the other wips I've got going. 😅

Tagging: @elliethesuperfruitlover @dragonsneversharetheirtreasure @super-unpredictable98 @batterycityghoul @stellamancer

@wroteclassicaly & whoever else would like to do it :3

[d20unfuckability]

I’m a lesbian who is super into MILFS. But like… Barry. I had to vote for him. I don’t understand why. Murph just plays him in a way that makes him so hot 😅

as funny as the tournament largely being dominated by sandra lynn and her sex life, barry knocking her out in round two would be DELICIOUS and well deserved.

barry FUCKS.

[unsleepingtales]

Finale part one!!! This feels like it has flown by, I can’t believe we’re coming to the end of fhjy <3

I am home, I am cozy, let’s do this!

We’ve got a deaths of minors warning throughout idk if they’re sparing the ratgrinders guys 😅

Your humble dungeon master Everybody!

Oh god all the election stuff ages so poorly the minute it’s said

Is he actually letting them potentially keep her

Oh my god is k2 coming back

Fig misses Gilear 😭

Gorgug x Unit

WHAT

SORRY ZAC WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY

Oh my GOD

We have started here. I’m gonna start crying.

Yeesh that’s a lot

Yayyy short rest in the tiny hut

I do a little dance :D

Ice feast real and confirmed <3 please tell me what it does

They’re all back up to full! Yay!

Sorry you Wear The Vultures Like Epaulets???

ICE FEAST TIIIIIIME

They can’t not smile at that

Fight me in the sky!!

Behold the ice feast guvna!!

I’ve never looked weirder

Rat worldddd

When’s the campaign in rat world

Zac is in rare form tonight

Officer Kristen is in fact canon. The fact that Kristen is still carrying those handcuffs on her is. Interesting.

Congratulations to everyone who called Squeem coming back for the finale

‘Why are you so yoked?’ ‘I’m a wizard’

Oh did you guys forget that you did that. Because you did.

OOOOOHOHOHO NEW PORTER ARTTTTT

God that set is cool

Magical ambush baby!!

Love Murph immediately doing the math for Emily

Holy shit Fabian Jesus Christ

Jesus CHRIST

(Unhinged cackling)

WHO’S TWISTED NOW????

Oooh I love that they can go under the floorboards

Horrifying. Horrifying!

I love the d20 art department so much but I gotta be honest some of the choices have not been it for me personally lately. The rain animation last episode and all the blinking red lights in this set are really distracting and I keep losing my train of thought.

The fact that they keep specifying that the ice was unseasoned

Oh my god

Kipperface!

Murph’s rage about them grinding is fantastic

So glad that real teenagers get some rep in Mary Ann. Everybody in high school is going through it all the time and very few people wear a full face of makeup to school every day

I’m loving the camera angles on the minis as they rp these confrontations

Holy Shit Siobhan that spell is incredible

He has four concentrations going at once???

Fuck

Goddamn that set is so fucking sick

Oh god

Remember when we thought they might spare them.

He didn’t even get a TURN

This is unrelated to anything but I love being home for this. I’ve traveled more in the past five months while this has been airing than I ever really have before and I’ve enjoyed watching fhjy from everywhere I’ve been but it really is very lovely and comfortable to be able to be home and exist in my own space while watching the show. I’m glad I’m home for the finales <3

Hey WHAT

Goddamn that’s great

Fight me in the lava

Oh that’s such a bad energy

Aaaaaaaa

Fuck bodies count as objects

Fuck Gorgug keeps going down end it’s stressing me out so much

The set is SO cool

Oh godddddd

This is so brutal oh my god

It would be so nice if my afterlife was just being a sound tech. I miss doing sound tech I’d be fine with that being my afterlife.

OOOOOH oh god okay

Preview:

Hey what’s going on with those outfits guys

How is Brennan keeping a straight face when they all look like that

Ally with the ONE elf ear

And the bubble wand????

Well. Next week looks fun.

[depravedangelbaby]

Ayy shout out to Murph pcs! Theres always a certain level of unhinged he has to make his characters lol. Cody is definitely my fav

okay I was in my Getting Too High To Remember Anything phase when I watched season two and all I remember is him getting old all of a sudden 😅 need to rewatch it asap!! lmao

[somena-libra-dawn]

Apparently Murph attempts to copy Barlow 😅 and is scared + trapped in haunted house.

[jamscandraw]

you talked about murph's life and there's you talked about a swamp bath he used to take before that and he wanted you to draw that you know or that scene in steve and murph's public shower where you mentioned they kinda sweaty from sports or pictures of their childhood

Thanks for clarifying! I'll put the suggestions on the list but I can't make any guarantees as I have a lot on my to-do list already 😅

[therealslimshakespeare]

Darling this is such a sweet ask and really makes me curious regarding the age range of her fan base, never even occurred to me

well. i did come on your blog a few weeks after turning 18 and it was right around the time u posted that lu was 18. and i was like OH? 18 in a pow camp😅😅 i just got done complaining about class!

Whew, puts it into perspective, huh? That’s very neat. When I learned Murph (Crank’s radio man in the show) was eighteen in the stalag I about cried and was like, yeah, these two are besties and I like to have them paired up in a lotta scenes. Crazy how young they were!

[seitmai]

I absolutely loved this and have many thoughts (under the cut)

"Yeah," you verified with a laugh. "We look hot." "An indisputable fact," he whispered as he pretended like you were actually pushing him further out of your way.

Good or him recognizing the facts 😌☝🏻

"What?" His voice was strangled, and his eyes were wide. "That's over a hundred bucks!" "But it's what we want. Isn't it, ladies?" you asked Halo and Phoenix as you tried not to laugh.

Ahaha he got himself into this 🤷🏻‍♀️😅

"Hey, you call or text me if you need anything, okay? I'll keep my phone on all night for you girls." A chill seemed to run through your body, and just the mere thought of you calling him in the middle of the night left his mouth dry with need. Bradley couldn't stop thinking about that sentence. If you ever told him you needed or even wanted him for anything, he'd be there instantly.

God he is so whipped 😅

"Bartenders are supposed to speculate," he told her, ready to climb over the bar and chase her down as she turned away from him to serve the wine. "It's your god given obligation." She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Well, then, merely speculating, I would say that the way the two of you cozy up with each other seems a little more than platonic."

Ahaha love Penny

"'Hi, it's me. I can't answer my phone, probably because I'm flying a seventy million dollar aircraft at the moment. Leave a message.'

Iconic message on the answering machine 😂👏🏻

"Julian, I am very firmly in the friend zone with this hot girl from work, and tonight she sent me this message: Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time." "Bro," Julian said as he hit the accelerator a little harder. "You're so in, man."

Hahah Julian 😂 not helping with Bradley's doubts

And in general, you seemed to have a thing for guys with brown hair who were pretty tall. 

I mean, who can blame her for that? Not me 🤷🏻‍♀️

"Two years in the friend zone? Bro, do you have no game?" "Julian, do not test me right now," Bradley said with a laugh. He held up his thumb and index finger and added, "I was this close to sealing the deal with another girl at the Hard Deck when I got the text from her." "Ohhhh. So you're in love with her. Understood, my man."

I can't 😂 Julian is cracking me up the whole time 😂

"No," he told her, really not in the mood to recount his story again. "I'm looking for some women I work with. "Now Cherry looked downright unconvinced as she asked, "Are you a stripper?"

The way I hollered laughing at that 😂

"Excuse me?" he asked, giving her a much more scathing look. "What's that supposed to mean? I'd be a fantastic stripper." She shook her head and adjusted her tiny underwear. "You don't have the right build for it."

Love Cherry 😂

"Sorry, Mr. Sweet Emotion, but I only take note of the biggest tippers."

Good for her, get that bag 👏🏻

"To be fair," Murph said as he lit up a cigarette, "I think you'd make an okay stripper." "Thank you for that," Bradley told him sincerely as he tapped his rideshare app again, but then he heard a horn honking and looked up. It was Julian, hanging out his car window. He'd waited for him. 

At least Murph and Julian are on Bradley's side 😅

But even Julian sounded disappointed now. "Of course, dude. Anything you want."

Julian is the best! 🫶🏻

Now he just sounded really fucking sad, and for some reason your brain was screaming at you that there was something you were definitely supposed to recall from last night. Something about Bradley. You left him at the Hard Deck after he paid for the Scotch, and then you went to dinner and drank more while you thought about him the whole time. But there was definitely something else.

Honestly that's the worst feeling after a night out, forget the headaches, the anxiety that I forgot something or possibility that I didn't something that I can't 100% remember hits me way worse, hangxiety is my personal enemy 🫠

"Desperately. And if you think you want to see where it goes, we can take it slow, you know?" he asked, his brown eyes hopeful once again. "We don't have to rush into anything crazy." But you knew you were already kind of crazy about him. You had been for a long time. So you whispered, "I think I could fall in love with you," and his lips came crashing to yours. You moaned into his mouth. His lips and his mustache were even better than all those times you'd imagined kissing him. His huge hands were bunching up the fabric of your dress at your hips. You wanted every part of your body to be touching him from now until forever.

Finally!!🥰🥳👏🏻

"Of course," he promised as you kissed along his mustache and across his cheek. "It was enlightening. I learned a lot about myself. Hey, do you think I'd be a good stripper?" "God, Rooster," you groaned just thinking about it. "You'd be an excellent stripper."

Honestly, I agree. The way he sluttly struts with his clothes on big indicator for that ☝🏻

You really weren't positive what he was talking about now, but it didn't matter. His lips were on your neck, and his weight was pressing you down onto your bed, and he was saying the most wonderful thing.

I absolutely LOVED this😍

If you ever feel up to writing mor about them, I would love to read it! Especially if there might be a drabble about a certain open casting 🤭😏

Wild Rooster Chase | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley thinks about you more than he should, and his feelings for you run deeper than they ought to. You've never given him an indication that you want to take the teasing touches and playful flirtation to the next level, so he never pressed his luck. When you surprise him by sending a text message that could change everything, he's ready to chase you all over San Diego for some answers.

Warnings: adult language, fluff, angst, drinking

Length: 5700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"What are you ladies doing here?" Bradley asked as you walked in with Halo and Phoenix on either side of you. "Thought tonight was the bachelorette party?"

"The Hard Deck is our first stop of the evening," you informed him as you planted your palm on his chest with a smirk, and he let you push him away from the bar. "We couldn't miss out on letting you guys see how nicely we clean up."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, as if he wasn't actively ogling you in your mini dress and high heels. He'd never been one to hide it, and he'd never been one to check out the other two, either. But that didn't mean he was going to act on it, because he was absolutely convinced this was just a game for you. One that he loved participating in. One that he knew was never going to go anywhere real.

"Yeah," you verified with a laugh. "We look hot."

"An indisputable fact," he whispered as he pretended like you were actually pushing him further out of your way. He'd move wherever you wanted him to, as long as you just kept touching him.

"Shoo," you scolded, looking up at him as your knee bumped his leg. "I need to buy some drinks, and you're in my way."

He covered your hand with his big one and immediately stopped moving. "Nice try, Blaze," he said with a grin as you attempted and failed to get him to budge more. "But I'm definitely buying you all a round for Callie's big night." He tossed his credit card onto the bar and draped one arm around Halo and the other around you before leaning in close to you and whispering, "And you always look nice. Even in your flight suits."

"What can I get for you ladies? And Rooster?" Penny asked, cutting him off just as he had you rolling your eyes. "Wait... he's not going out for Halo's bachelorette night, is he?"

"Absolutely not," you told her, tilting your head to look up at him with a devilish grin that made him a little nervous. His arm was still heavy across your shoulders as you said, "He's just here to buy us three Johnnie Walkers. Blue Label. Neat." 

"What?" His voice was strangled, and his eyes were wide. "That's over a hundred bucks!"

"But it's what we want. Isn't it, ladies?" you asked Halo and Phoenix as you tried not to laugh.

"It is," Halo confirmed. "And I'm the one getting married next weekend." 

When Bradley moaned and nodded at Penny, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Rooster. You're the sweetest."

"You mean I'm a sucker," he said, finally releasing both of you. "So where are you headed after this?"

Halo accepted her expensive Scotch as she said, "Cowboy Star for a steak dinner."

Bradley snorted. "Don't forget to take Jake with you," he said, nodding to where the other guys were hanging out near the dart board. 

"No boys allowed," you reminded him. "Especially not since we're taking Halo to Cheetahs after dinner."

"Strippers?" he asked as you picked up your Johnnie Walker. "Looking at hot, naked chicks? Sounds fun. What else?"

"Dancing at Pleasure Town!" Phoenix said, taking the last Scotch and holding it up. You and Halo both tapped your glasses to hers.

"Thanks, Rooster!" you said before taking a sip. He just shook his head as you pressed your lips to the glass, but a few seconds later, he ran his index finger along your arm and leaned a little closer again.

"Hey, you call or text me if you need anything, okay? I'll keep my phone on all night for you girls."

A chill seemed to run through your body, and just the mere thought of you calling him in the middle of the night left his mouth dry with need.

You chewed on your lip and looked up at him. "I'll let you know if I need you."

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I'll let you know if I need you.

Bradley couldn't stop thinking about that sentence. If you ever told him you needed or even wanted him for anything, he'd be there instantly. He wasn't afraid to admit to himself that he'd had a crush on you from the first day you arrived at Top Gun. He was sure you knew it, too. But there were some things he just didn't want to mess with. Your call sign was Blaze for a reason, after all. Too fucking hot to handle. Too damn enticing to be interested in him.

So he did what he always did on Saturday nights. Found the second cutest girl at the bar and tried his luck. 

It was two hours later and three drinks in with the redhead, and he knew he could probably get as lucky as he wanted to. Her hand was on his thigh, inching closer to the hem of his tropical print shirt, and she was all smiles.

"Let's play something on the jukebox," she told him, and he agreed as he followed after her. To his dismay, she picked your favorite song, and now he was having a bit of a hard time staying focused on the task at hand as she tucked herself against the wall and pulled him closer by his shirt.

"You like this song?" he asked, glancing at the jukebox like he expected you to be standing there. 

She shrugged and said, "Not really. I just pushed some random buttons," with a little giggle. "Now, come here."

Alright, so her lips were soft, and her tongue tasted like bourbon. She placed his hands on her hips, and he gave a little test squeeze which resulted in her tongue in his mouth. But the song was pulling up some other memories of you and him dancing together on New Year's Eve. When he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, it was almost a relief to pull away.

"Hey," she complained, reaching for him as he unlocked his phone. "I'm over here, Rooster."

"Sorry," he muttered, looking at her briefly, but he really wasn't. The text he got was from you. He held up one finger and took a step back as he opened it up. 

Blaze: Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

"What the fuck?" Bradley said out loud as his eyes scanned the message again. It was a joke. It had to be. Or else he was reading it wrong? "Holy shit."

When he finally looked up, the redhead was pouting with her arms crossed. He needed another opinion, and he'd already lost interest in her anyway. He held up his phone and asked, "What does this mean?"

He watched her eyes as she read it, and a little crease appeared on her forehead. "It says get a life, jerk." She went walking off toward her friends as Bradley looked around for someone else to help him out. The guys were all playing pool and darts, but he didn't trust them as far as he could throw them anyway.

"Hey, Penny," he called out, cutting off several people who were trying to order drinks. He leaned all the way across the bar top to where she was pouring a martini. "Tell me I'm not losing my mind."

When he held up his phone, she squinted at the screen, and then her eyes went wide as she smiled at him. "I think someone overdid it and finally stated the obvious."

He was sweating now, afraid he was going to get this all wrong. "Like you think this is actually how she feels?"

She laughed and handed off the martini before pouring some wine. "Well, I don't want to speculate on someone else's behalf..."

"Bartenders are supposed to speculate," he told her, ready to climb over the bar and chase her down as she turned away from him to serve the wine. "It's your god given obligation."

She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Well, then, merely speculating, I would say that the way the two of you cozy up with each other seems a little more than platonic."

He shook his head. "No, that's probably just me you're reading in the scenario." But she was shaking her head back and forth as well. "It's her, too?" Now she was nodding as she reached for a pint glass. "Like she might actually want to make something happen here?"

"Speculation," Penny told him. "But I think you should find out for sure."

He could call you. He pushed himself away from the bar, found a nice, quieter corner, and he tapped your number in his phone.

'Hi, it's me. I can't answer my phone, probably because I'm flying a seventy million dollar aircraft at the moment. Leave a message.'

"Damn it," he groaned, already thinking about how nice it would be to sling his arm around your shoulders and lean all the way in next time. Let his lips meet yours instead of hitting the brakes like he'd trained himself to do. "Wait!" he said to nobody in particular now that he'd walked away from Penny. "Cowboy Star!"

Bradley had the fortitude to keep his phone out and use the rideshare app he had downloaded. He was definitely not sober enough to do this in the Bronco, and he couldn't stop fantasizing about your song playing on the jukebox while he had your body pressed up against the wall. He needed to get to you and get some questions answered. 

He chose the closest driver in the app, and while he was waiting for Julian in his white Toyota Camry to arrive, he read your text again.

Blaze: Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

"Is she so serious right now?" he asked the night air as he wanted in the parking lot. "Is she so fucking serious about this? I think about it, too!  A lot!" he practically shouted as he responded to your text.

Blaze, call me back. Are you talking about a kiss on the cheek? Or something more? We need to discuss ASAP.

"Hey, are you Bradley?"

He looked up to see the white Toyota was just sitting there. You had his head so messed up at the moment, he hadn't even noticed it.

"Julian?"

"Yeah, man," the driver replied, and Bradley quickly climbed in the backseat. "You're heading to Cowboy Star?"

"Yeah," he grunted as he buckled his seatbelt.

"I love it there," he said as he pulled out onto the road that ran parallel to the beach. "My wife got me the porterhouse for my birthday."

Bradley stared at his phone screen, hoping you'd write back or call him. "I'm not actually going for dinner. I'm trying to find a girl."

Julian whistled and shook his head. "Man, you should have just stayed at that bar."

He tipped his head back and groaned. "It's a very specific girl. And she's out with some friends for a bachelorette party."

"You know dudes aren't really supposed to go to those things, right?"

Bradley rubbed his free hand across his face and said, "I know, but she sent me this text that is very thought provoking." 

"What's it say?"

He kind of felt like an idiot telling his story to his Uber driver, but he still wasn't sure he was understanding your words correctly. It just didn't make sense. 

"Julian, I am very firmly in the friend zone with this hot girl from work, and tonight she sent me this message: Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time."

"Bro," Julian said as he hit the accelerator a little harder. "You're so in, man."

"Am I?" Bradley asked, squeezing his phone and wondering why you weren't calling him back. "Like, this girl is smoking hot. She's cool as hell, too. And we flirt a bit, but it never goes anywhere. And now she's not answering me."

"Just hang on." Julian went a little faster still. "I'll get you there so you can sweep her off her feet."

Bradley hung onto the door handle, not even sure he knew how to sweep you off your feet. What kinds of guys did you usually go for? He'd be lying if he said he never noticed that your last boyfriend kind of looked like him. And in general, you seemed to have a thing for guys with brown hair who were pretty tall. 

"Shit," he grunted, just torturing himself by imagining he could be the one holding your hand and making you laugh. "Are we almost there?"

"Hell yeah, dude. Next block up."

When Julian stopped at to the curb, Bradley lunged out onto the sidewalk as he shouted, "Thank you!"

"Good luck!"

The restaurant was absolutely packed, and even the line to talk to the host was long. After a few seconds, he simply walked to the front and cut everyone else off.

"Hey!" complained the woman who was now behind him as he cleared his throat and addressed the host. 

"Excuse me, but do you know if there are still three hot women here eating dinner together?" he asked the host who gave him a bland look. "They were all in tight little dresses. One was red, one was blue, and one was like a gold color. And one of them was wearing a bachelorette sash!"

"Oh," he replied with a little smirk. "Those three." Bradley didn't appreciate the way his little grin grew as he said, "Hot is certainly the right word to describe them."

"Are they still here?" he asked impatiently, trying to look past him into the dining room now.

"No. They left about an hour ago."

"Fuck," he groaned, pushing away from the podium and storming back outside into the night. He found a spot on the busy sidewalk where he could stand, and he tried to call you again. 

'Hi, it's me. I can't answer my phone, because I'm probably flying a seventy million dollar aircraft at the moment. Leave a message.'

He wanted to scream, but he calmly said, "Blaze, it's Rooster. Call me back." When he hung up, he opened the rideshare app again, and he luckily saw Julian on the map immediately and tapped on his little icon. "Come on, Julian," he muttered, already looking down the street for the trusty Toyota to make its return. "Yes!"

Bradley threw himself into the backseat once again as the driver asked, "That was quick, bro. What happened?"

"They already left for the strip club," he groaned.

"Cheetahs?" Julian asked, tapping at his own phone before he started driving again. "Not gonna pretend I've never been there before."

Bradley tried to call you again, and once again he got to hear your voice tell him you weren't available. "I just don't understand why she's telling me this now, you know? I've known her for almost two years."

"Two years in the friend zone? Bro, do you have no game?"

"Julian, do not test me right now," Bradley said with a laugh. He held up his thumb and index finger and added, "I was this close to sealing the deal with another girl at the Hard Deck when I got the text from her."

"Ohhhh. So you're in love with her. Understood, my man."

Bradley sat back against the seat and stared out the window as the city lights streaked past. In love. Was he? You always seemed too perfect to get involved with. But love? Is that why he never pushed for more? 

"Damn," he muttered. "Maybe." Was the fear of crashing and burning what was ultimately holding him back? 

That was when Julian pulled a slick u-turn and coasted into the parking lot of Cheetahs which was advertising fully nude girls. He should have been concerned that suddenly the only girl he wanted to see that way was you. "Thanks, Julian," he said as he hopped out and slammed the door closed.

"You got this!"

Well at least Julian thought he could pull off something impossible tonight.

"Whoa, I'm going to need to see some ID." 

Bradley realized that his path was suddenly blocked by an absolutely massive bouncer with a bushy beard. 

"Come on," he complained, digging his wallet out of his back pocket. "I'm thirty-five."

"No ID, no entrance."

"Yeah, yeah. Understood," he said trying to get his driver's license free as one of the strippers walked outside for a break. He craned his neck to see through the open door as the loud music filtered out before the door closed.

"Hey, Cherry," the bouncer grunted, and Bradley looked down at the stripper who was leaning against the wall wearing a pink wig, the tiniest g-string and some pasties. 

She was looking at Bradley a little skeptically as she replied, "Hey, Murph." She kicked a rock out into the parking lot as she told Bradley, "You're getting here awfully late. All of the private rooms have been reserved for the rest of the night."

"I'm not here for that. I'm just looking for some girls," he replied, waiting patiently while Murph inspected his ID.

"Yeah," she said with a laugh. "We've got plenty of those. The hottest ones in San Diego, if you believe the neon sign above your head."

"No," he told her, really not in the mood to recount his story again. "I'm looking for some women I work with."

Now Cherry looked downright unconvinced as she asked, "Are you a stripper?"

Bradley accepted his driver's license back and gave Cherry a hesitant look. "Well, no, I'm not."

"Didn't think so," she muttered, and Bradley stopped in his tracks before he even reached for the door handle.

"Excuse me?" he asked, giving her a much more scathing look. "What's that supposed to mean? I'd be a fantastic stripper."

She shook her head and adjusted her tiny underwear. "You don't have the right build for it."

Bradley burst out into sardonic laughter. "Cherry, you must be joking," he said as he tucked his wallet away and flexed his biceps. "I could totally be a stripper."

"What song would you dance to?" she asked in an accusatory tone. 

"Sweet Emotion," he told her immediately. Yeah, he'd thought about it before, and yeah, he knew he'd absolutely kill it up on stage. But she just made a face in response. "What's wrong with my song?"

"Nothing, I guess, but there's no way you'd be raking in the tip money."

Bradley pointed across the parking lot to Hard D Boys, the male club that was associated with Cheetahs, and said, "Just for that, I'm coming back for their open auditions night, because you have no idea what you're talking about." She shrugged, and he shook his head. "I don't have time for this. Have you seen three hot women? A red dress, a blue dress and a gold dress? Like short dresses?" he asked, tapping his thigh with his hand to indicate that your dress left little to his imagination. "They are like around this tall?" he added, sticking his hand in the air around your height.

"Sorry, Mr. Sweet Emotion, but I only take note of the biggest tippers."

Bradley groaned and pushed the door open, and the music was so loud, it wasn't even worth trying to ask the bartenders if they'd seen you. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he walked around the cavernous club, trying to locate you three, but it was mostly men. And then he had the disturbing thought that maybe some guys tried to pick you up.

"Why are you doing this to me, Blaze?" he whispered to himself as he walked back through every corner he could find. He even asked a woman to check if you were in the ladies' restroom. He came up empty handed again. 

"God damn it," he said once he was back outside with Murph.

"To be fair," Murph said as he lit up a cigarette, "I think you'd make an okay stripper."

"Thank you for that," Bradley told him sincerely as he tapped his rideshare app again, but then he heard a horn honking and looked up. It was Julian, hanging out his car window. He'd waited for him. 

"She's not here?"

"No, Julian. She's not here!" he said as he rushed toward the Toyota and climbed in.

"Well, where are we going next?"

Bradley closed his eyes and thought about what Phoenix had said earlier at the Hard Deck. "Pleasure Town. They were going dancing at Pleasure Town."

"On it," Julian told him and shifted into drive.

It was after midnight now. Pleasure Town wasn't too far away, but he'd be lucky to even find you in there on the weekend. But if he did, you'd be dancing like crazy with the biggest smile on your face, pretending you liked the music they were playing while you thought about your own playlists instead. You'd be drinking some neon colored cocktail and trying to talk the girls into leaving to get cookies from that place that was open all night. You'd maybe even be checking your phone and finally, finally texting him back.

"Yeah, you're right, Julian."

"About what, my man?"

Bradley rubbed his hands over his face. "I'm in love with her."

Julian reached his arm back at a red light, and Bradley fist bumped him. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! I could tell right away. Don't worry. We'll find her."

But it got harder to be hopeful the longer he was in the dance club. There was barely any room to walk around, and there were dozens of women in little dresses that looked like the one you were wearing, but none of them had your face or your smile. You weren't here. 

He stood on the dance floor and read your text one more time.

Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

He wanted to know what kissing you would feel like. Now that you opened his mind to something more, he'd never be able to stop thinking about it. But this time, he let himself finally focus on the word regret in your message.You'd regret what you said in the morning. He knew you; he knew you would never go for the idea sober. But he texted you one more time anyway.

Blaze, please call me when you get this. It doesn't matter what time it is. Just call.

When he walked back out into the cool, night air, Julian was right there at the curb waiting with a hopeful look on his face. "Bro, is she here?" When Bradley didn't respond, his face melted into sadness. "Or did she say the 'just friends' shit?"

"She's not here," he replied, once again climbing in the back of the now familiar car.

"We going somewhere else now? The pursuit continues?"

Bradley grimaced and said, "I think I should just throw in the towel and regroup. Can you take me back to the Hard Deck? I'm definitely sober enough to drive home now."

But even Julian sounded disappointed now. "Of course, dude. Anything you want."

"Thanks," Bradley grunted, watching as the city lights faded a bit as they got closer to the beach. When Julian parked near the Bronco, he said, "I appreciate all your help tonight."

He gave Bradley another fist bump. "You gotta start fresh tomorrow, man. And you can't leave me hanging, okay? I need a wedding invitation."

Bradley chuckled as he climbed out for the last time. "I'm about to leave you the biggest tip."

He tapped two hundred bucks into the app as Julian drove off shouting, "Good luck!"

With nothing else he could do right now, he climbed in the Bronco, cranked the engine and started to drive himself home for the night. He was tempted to swing by your place or at least try to call you one more time, but he decided to let you get some sleep before you started to regret your message. That way he'd have a little more time with this hopeful feeling in his chest.

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There was pounding. There was so much pounding. Maybe someone turned the music up even louder at Cheetahs? Or were you at Pleasure Town now? "Make them turn it down," you moaned, trying to cover your ears. That's when you realized you were in your bed. At home. Someone was knocking on your front door.

"Wait," you croaked as loudly as you could, your ears still buzzing from the loud music all night long. The bachelorette evening had been highly successful. Halo had a great time. But now you were hungover and not in the mood to deal with anyone. 

As you climbed out of bed, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand to check the time. The battery was almost dead, and you had a bunch of missed texts and calls, but you couldn't even focus on that until the pounding ceased.

"Please stop," you whined, flinging your door open before you even checked to see who it was. When you saw him it felt like someone poured warm caramel sauce on your heart or shoved you hard into a wall made out of soft foam: he always made you feel good and gooey and squishy in the most heart pounding, confusing way. "Rooster."

When he moved slightly, he stopped blocking the sunlight behind him and you squinted your eyes and groaned as you took a step back. "Blaze," he said in that raspy as sin voice as he blessedly closed your front door behind him. "You have a hangover."

You nodded, but even that was too much. "What gave it away?" you asked him softly, still holding your phone.

He snorted. "Well, for starters, you're still wearing your dress from last night."

"Oh." You hadn't realized that as you looked down at yourself for confirmation. "We went pretty hard. I can't even remember much after you bought us the Johnnie Walker at the Hard Deck."

He remained quiet until you looked back up at his face. "You... remember texting me?" His tone was one you'd never heard before, and it took you a few seconds to realize he was nervous. On edge. Hesitant. He was never any of those things with you, and you didn't like this at all.

"I texted you?" When you lifted your phone higher, you started to wonder why he hadn't hugged you when you opened the door. He usually always did. He swallowed hard, and you watched the scars along his neck as his Adam's apple bobbed.

"You really don't remember?"

Now he just sounded really fucking sad, and for some reason your brain was screaming at you that there was something you were definitely supposed to recall from last night. Something about Bradley. You left him at the Hard Deck after he paid for the Scotch, and then you went to dinner and drank more while you thought about him the whole time. But there was definitely something else.

"No. I really don't remember," you whispered, annoyed with yourself. You felt like it was somehow your fault that his lips were pressed in a tight line and his brow was creased.

"It's not important," he replied, all businesslike now. "Can I see your phone for a minute?"

"Yeah," you told him, handing it over and watching while he punched in your passcode. "What did you end up doing all night?"

He sighed and looked at you. "I ended up following you around to no avail."

"Why?" you asked, still clearly missing a piece of this whole puzzle as he started tapping your phone screen with his thumb. 

"That's not important either," he whispered, and you decided you didn't like any of this. 

You snatched your phone out of his hand and wrapped your arms around his neck. Almost reluctantly, he hugged you back before reaching his hand up to where you were holding your phone, trying to get it again. "What do you want my phone for so badly?"

He was acting strange, and when he said nothing in response, you lunged out of his grasp and tapped on your text thread with him. 

"Blaze," he barked out, but it was too late. You read what you'd sent him last night.

Full disclosure, I'm drunk. And I'll probably regret this in the morning, but... I think about kissing you all the time.

"Oh my god!" you screeched. "I didn't delete that?! I hit send!" You couldn't even meet his eyes now as you tried to figure out how to get him to leave so you could cry in peace.

"Blaze, it's okay," he promised, but you knew it wasn't.

"You were going to delete that message. And the ones you sent to me after it," you accused. "Weren't you?" When he just stared at you silently, you realized he was trying to save you from being embarrassed, but it was way too late for that. He didn't want you. He was never going to want you.

"No hard feelings," he said softly. "Go ahead and delete it yourself. We can pretend this never happened."

"No hard feelings?" you practically wailed, afraid you were going to cry in front of him. "I just ruined everything. You were never supposed to know how I feel about you, Bradley."

As soon as you ducked your head away from him, his fingers were under your chin tipping your face up so you were looking him in his impossibly endearing brown eyes. "I need you to explain this to me. Okay?" He took your phone gently from your hand and held it up with the message displayed. "Please, Blaze. Did you mean it? Is that how you think about me?" When you nodded slightly, he readjusted his hand on your face so he was cupping your cheek instead. "Baby, I followed you everywhere last night. I called you and texted you and rode around in a white Toyota with Julian for hours on end."

"Who's Julian?" you ask softly as Bradley slid your phone into his jeans pocket.

"He's my new friend," he replied, which cleared up exactly nothing for you. "I went on this insane chase from Cowboy Star to Cheetahs to Pleasure Town just to try find out if there was even the slightest chance that you really meant what you said."

He closed the distance between your bodies as he stroked his thumb along your cheek. "It was supposed to be my little secret," you whispered. "I just typed it out to see how it would look. I read it in my head and imagined how you might take it. It was supposed to get deleted. You were never supposed to know."

"Is it really so bad that I do?"

His question hung in the air between you, and once again you nodded. "Yes, Bradley. Yes, because it's going to complicate everything now. Work, and our friends, and hanging out at the bar. It's all ruined. Because you'll never look at me the same way you used to."

"Blaze," he rasped. "Baby, I don't want to look at you the same way I used to. Like I was never going to measure up. Like I could never be what you wanted."

You gasped as your eyes went wide. "What are you saying?"

He groaned and pressed his lips to your forehead, and you melted against him. "I'm saying that I chased you all over the city last night hoping like hell that you meant what you said. And that you didn't regret it."

Your head was spinning, but not from the hangover as you thought about how it could feel to be with this man. "You want this?" you asked in awe as your hands eased up along his chest to slip around his neck again.

"Desperately. And if you think you want to see where it goes, we can take it slow, you know?" he asked, his brown eyes hopeful once again. "We don't have to rush into anything crazy."

But you knew you were already kind of crazy about him. You had been for a long time. So you whispered, "I think I could fall in love with you," and his lips came crashing to yours. You moaned into his mouth. His lips and his mustache were even better than all those times you'd imagined kissing him. His huge hands were bunching up the fabric of your dress at your hips. You wanted every part of your body to be touching him from now until forever.

This was how good it felt when you and he stopped pulling your punches. When you both stopped pumping the brakes. You raked your hands through his wavy hair, gasping for breath as you asked, "Did you really try to find me last night?"

"Of course," he promised as you kissed along his mustache and across his cheek. "It was enlightening. I learned a lot about myself. Hey, do you think I'd be a good stripper?"

"God, Rooster," you groaned just thinking about it. "You'd be an excellent stripper."

"I fucking knew it," he grunted, half guiding you and half carrying you to your bedroom. "Listen, we should cuddle right now, but I'm going to need you to come to Hard D Boys with me one night. I'm pretty sure it's just to prove a point, but you never know."

You really weren't positive what he was talking about now, but it didn't matter. His lips were on your neck, and his weight was pressing you down onto your bed, and he was saying the most wonderful thing.

"I know for sure I could fall in love with you."

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He's such a simp, he would chase you anywhere. Imagine taking your brand new boyfriend to his stripper audition just because he has to prove a point. I mean, I wouldn't complain lol. Thanks for reading! And thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @thedroneranger

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[thelostrainbowthenovel]

Heyyy, sorry for the lack of uploads this September 😅 I had classes start up again, and in-between my classes, working long 9-10-hour shifts, and marching band events on weekends, it has been difficult trying to find time to do anything creative(save for like, a couple drawings and simple sketches). But even if I don't have much time to get a lot of larger/time-consuming ideas done, I still want to upload some smaller ones here-and-there so my page doesn't go totally dead. So, here is a sketch I did 4 weeks ago in the meantime!

As it may appear, these are the Alagona siblings when they are much older, circa 15 years older as they are based around this concept I had earlier this year of the younger royals' older appearances/lives. Murph's was low-key one of my favorite designs from that experiment(mainly the hair, as I was inspired heavily by Inigo Montoya's fluffy bangs/hair lol), so I really just wanted to draw his design again, plus I thought I should add his siblings in to to update their older designs too.

Updating the main characters looks was always a low-key idea of mine, especially because these concept sketches from 3 years ago are pretty outdated. I'll probably just do sketches like last time, but I think it would be fun to see how my ideas for them have changed since then! For now, I hope you enjoy, and here are some notes for these three's looks here! :D

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- Meredith(39): Has gotten more filled-out/curvy over the years and 'softer', having some left-over weight-gain from her pregnancies. Has kept her hair pretty long(as she doesn't like how shorter hair looks on her), but has changed up her bangs. She took her navel piercing out when pregnant with her first child and never got it re-pierced, but she has gotten more tattoos over the years(has about 6-ish total). Wears her glasses more often but still wears contacts for big events, and has more of a mature or regal fashion style, but still has fun wearing more jewelry.

- Brooke(37): Still pretty fit/toned as he has kept up with dancing and swimming, but has become a bit thicker/softer with age, especially after becoming a father. His hair-length has fluctuated over the years(he started growing it out in his mid-late twenties before getting it cut much shorter around his thirties), but he usually keeps it around its medium-length and changed his bangs slightly. Got a second set of lobe piercings + his right cartilage in his mid-twenties, and has gotten more tattoos over the years too(having about 9 total). His fashion style has become more toned down and 'mature' in a sense, but it still has its fun elements and he still enjoys wearing a lot of jewelry.

- Murphy(25): Has grown much taller(about 5'9") but still relatively average height, with an average build but a little more toned in his upper-body. Grows his hair out to be much longer and changes his bangs slightly. First gets his ears pierced at 13(his lobes), but after becoming an adult he gains a few cartilage piercings, and gets a few tattoos but mainly just matching ones with his older siblings. His fashion style becomes kind of an experimental version of his current style, but with a lot of androgynous and gender-neutral influences too.

[queer-boo-radley]

For the favourites asks 😎 i’m very curious about all of them but figured that would be a bit much so i narrowed it down to a smaller number. You don’t have to answer any of them though if you don’t wanna haha no hard feelings lol. So. How about: 2, 5, 10, 19, 22, 30, 56, 57, 72, 75, 82, 96 and 98? 😜

lol I will happily answer them all to sate your curiosity Anon.

2. Favorite song? It just occured to me that reblogging a favorites ask was a really silly thing for me to do because I typically couldn't pick a favorite anything with a gun to my head 😅 So we're going to do favorites at this moment in time lololol My favorite song right now is Heartbroken by Jessie Murph, Diplo, and Polo G. It makes me loooooong for love.

5. Favorite band? Artist? I just discovered this singing duo called First Aid Kit that I really love.

10. Favorite hair color? Eye color? I don't super have a preference for hair colors but I'm a sucker for brown or green eyes.

19. Favorite quote? “No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don't.” ― Stephen King, The Stand

22. Favorite color? Pink, preferably softer ones.

30. Favorite Tumblr? I don't really have a favorite that I can think of lol.

56. Favorite phone app? lol I guess tumblr if I must pick. That or my Hearts game. 😂

57. Favorite type of phone? lol Whichever one is cheap enough for me to afford whilst still letting me take halfway decent pictures. I have no brand loyalty to practically anything, but especially not phones.

72. Favorite lyrics? That is a toss-up between, "No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean. Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen." - Hozier, Take Me To Church and,

"Cause I'm a future gazer, a past dweller And I've always been a storyteller But no one's listenin' anymore And I'm a latecomer, a last chancer A slow runner and a final dancer You see me glide across the floor And I know it sounds strange And I've got nothin' to exchange But I wonder if you could" - Passenger, Remember To Forget 75. Favorite message you've ever received? lol I can't think of any off of the top of my head that reached and kept their favorite status but I do like all of you asks Anon 😊

82. Favorite emoji? 💀 For sure lol

96. Favorite picture on the Internet? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

98. Favorite weather? I fucking love a good thunderstorm, after that it's like drizzly but warm weather. The kind you can run around outside in and get your Fleetwood Mac on in. Thank you for all of the questions Anon lol

[introvertedghostboy]

I snagged a 3a-3p shift today with Caroline. She ran in this morning and tackle- hugged me which honestly was great since I could use a lot of hugs right now, things have been draining lately. 🥺 She handed me this little bat squishy and was like “I missed you spooky bat! I was out shopping, saw this and thought of you. A spooky bat needs a spooky bat squishy.”

She also switched my laptop background to “something more appropriate for the season” 😂

It was a pretty hectic shift at first but settled down midway(ish) through. I truly love my shifts with her. I know she has my back and I have hers no matter what. Plus we work very well together skills wise too 😊

And she let me play my music playlists today which was therapeutic for both of us really! Lol. Jessie Murph (Feat Maren Morris) Texas for the most played today 👍 Now to spend the rest of the night catching up on notes and shit since I’m a tad behind with biochem and neuro fundamentals 🙃, still have A’a but I’m so paranoid of fucking up that the amount of anxiety is pushing me to pull all nighters studying if I even get like one module behind 😅

[queer-boo-radley]

Thank you friend! :D

Too Sweet - Hozier

Heartbroken - Diplo ft. Jessie Murph & Polo G

Feet Don't Fail Me Now - Joy Crookes

Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

And randomly the cello cover of Paint It Black from Wednesday. It's the song that plays in the imaginary credits for the tv adaption of my fic. 😅😂

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literally nobody tagged me to post five songs that have been on repeat lately but ykw i wanna do it anyway bc i'm bored SO:

the bolter - taylor swift

risk - gracie abrams

black box warning - leanna firestone

everywhere - fleetwood mac

pink pony club - chappell roan

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