OG Soap is the kind of gentleman that would hold your hair and rub your back while you threw up in a sidewalk trashcan.
"Tha's it, lass. Get it all outta'ya. Gonnae make ya feel betta' in th'mornin', yeah?"
Would absolutely make sure you got home safe and stay overnight just to watch over you. No, he's not going to make a move. Man is a class act and true man of his word.
But if you need a way to help sweat out that hangover in the morning, he'd be more than willing to oblige.
Reboot Soap would hold your hair and critique your bodies skill of reverse peristalsis. Even going so far as giving you a numbered scale rating.
"Steamin' Jesus, bonnie. Tha's gotta be at least a 6.5 or 7 with how many shots ya threw back, eh? Gonnae be nursin' a mighty ceann-daoraich in th'mornin', aren't ya?"
And that hand on your back? Don't be surprised if it moves a little too far south to get a quick feel of your ass. Man's a serious opportunist.
He'll also make sure you get home safely. Won't make a move unless you show interest first. Just don't bring up the fact you heard him rubbing one out in your bathroom while you were 'passed out' on the couch.
And if you're craving some authentic Lorne sausage in the morning, he's got the perfect recipe that'll fill you right up.
okay, so at some point someday this will have a name probably. as with so many other things in my life please, no one hold me to that. but hey, at least i made it another week. but please enjoy some more of my soft (horror) magical au nonsense. and look, we finally get icemav :D
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Despite the weather forecaster’s earlier predictions, the rain pounding against the windows of Tom’s home only seemed to be picking up in intensity.
‘The first shower of the season,’ the forecaster had said, as he’d described the mild rain that would hit in the evening and dissipate by morning like a nightmare come and gone. Yet as the lightning flashes across the night sky, casting long shadows through the parlor of his home, Tom knows somewhere deep in his bones that this winter is going to be a long and brutal one.
“Last time I trust that stupid weatherman,” Pete— no, Maverick (call me Maverick, Mav for short, everyone else does)— mutters, echoing Tom’s own thoughts.
Turning back to look at his guest, Tom can’t help but hum his agreement, watching as Maverick huddles up against the fire, desperately trying to warm himself up.
“They do say hindsight is always 20/20,” Tom allows magnanimously, flashing Maverick a grin before throwing in another log into the fireplace. “At least now you know wading through a storm is never a good idea.”
“It was a good idea at the time,” Mav shoots back, even as he clutches the blanket around his shoulders more firmly.
“Oh yes, I forgot you were the epitome of good sense,” Tom says, poking around at the logs to make sure there was enough air flow. “Now you're trapped here until this storm passes and, I hate to break it to you, but it looks like we’re in for the long haul.”
Because Tom wouldn’t risk sending him out, not with the way the wind was howling– the sound traveling through the empty hallways of his home making it seem as if they were in the very heart of the storm.
No, this was one battle Tom refused to lose and from the way Mav was sniffling, Tom knows he won’t bother bringing it up again.
just becasue I've actually managed to get some writing done today, have a section of what was supposed to be a short fic to get me back into writing mode for my time travel AU but instead has become a monster in its own right 😂😭
Eddie and Buck take Christopher to Disneyland at the start fo the school holidays and Chris is practically vibrating with excitement in his seat the entire car journey there, chatting away at a million miles an hour about all the things he wants to do and where he wants to eat.
A couple of weeks ago, they had sat down with Chris for a video call with one of the Disney cast members to go through the DAS advance program and Buck had downloaded the genie app to his phone in readiness.
The evening prior to their trip had the three of them sat around the table in the Diaz dining room planning which rides they wanted to go on.
Christopher writing a list and numbering them in order of preference.
Once he had gone to bed, Eddie and Buck settled onto the sofa, Buck nestled between Eddies legs, with a beer each and the tv on in the background.
Buck had set about planning a route around the park and how to make the most of their day so they could achieve as much as possible while Eddie sat and watched him with the fondest smile on his face, running his fingers through Bucks hair.
Buck had mentioned wanting to ride splash mountain before it was closed for its transformation into Tiana’s Bayou Adventure “So they could go back in a couple of years and compare the upgraded technology and animatronics with what the ride was currently using.”
There's this nearly 4 hour movie I've been meaning to watch for a while and I was like "ah maybe ill watch it tonight hehe 🥰" and then I remember...quali is at 9 🫠