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No | Rather Not | I Dunno | I Guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh. God. You Don’t Even Know

Being spanked: 

No | Rather Not | I Dunno | I Guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh. God. You Don’t Even Know |

Okay so. I think I’ve got myself up and running with enough mutual to officially drop some form of ship call so this is me doing...that. SO! Here’s the down low. If you like this post you are volunteering to be a potential ship partner for Brian in some way or another, it’s up to you. The only major rule is that we need to have at least spoken OOC at some point or another. If you want to do something but we’ve never spoken? totally fine send me an ask see how it goes I’ll probably hyu pretty soon. This is obviously nothing personal but I like to have the comfort of knowing me and partners can get along OOC before any kind of shipping, regardless of what ship it is, can take place, so with that said, like this post or reply with one of the following hearts if you want something specific! (Mel doesn’t have to interact with this post we already ship). Just so we’re clear on this, I am ship exclusive, so if you already ship romantically with another Brian, don’t select romantic. And if you’re a Miranda, don’t select romantic (sorry I just already have on, it’s nothing personal).

Romantic -  ❤ Platonic -  💙 Hate -  💚 Friends with benefits -  💜 The ‘oh fuck I have a crush but have no idea what to do about it’ -  💛 Toxic in some way or another (note: this will require more ooc discussion because obviously this is a delicate topic) -  💗

    “Alright” he didn’t even hesitate to just scoop his friend up and put them on his shoulder. It wasn’t like anybody within player character was unfamiliar with Brian carrying them, he did that quite a lot. The fact he was doing it so suddenly without warning right then and there though was a bit more…nuance lets say.

    “Mir-who?” He said that part without a moments hesitation (not for anything would he sacrifice he sarcasm, no way in hell) before smiling softly to himself at her desire for his attention. Honestly it was refreshing to see people want his attention just for the sake of it and for no nefarious alternate motives…how nice.

    He dragged himself up off the floor he had been relaxing on (don’t ask) stretching his forever tired bones and placing a hand on her head, tugging her forward gently to place a soft peck on her forehead and issuing the serf away with what he hoped look like a very regal hand flick (he was working on that, he needed to seem impressive for her after all).

    “Absolutely not” No hesitation what so ever when he heard that. What possessed the local cheerleader to believe for even one second that he’d humor the idea of giving her a massage. He wasn’t a masseuse or anything, massages from him would just be a punch in the spine and somehow he got the feeling that she didn’t want a punch in the spine. Even if she did her entourage definitely didn’t want her to get one. Although-

    “…” Well shit rumors spread like wild fire huh? Welp. Only one thing to do.

“hold still!!” it’s a real threat, honest. for emphasis, she pinches the skin on his disembodied arm, “if you don’t, i’m purposefully gonna stitch your arm on wrong – wait! even better – i’m gonna throw it at liam.”

    “I can’t help it, do you have any idea how hard it is not to be all...itchy without a limb-” wait hang on. “never mind don’t answer that” He chuckled nervously looking around. He hated it when she had to do his stitches. Mostly because he never lost his arm in a cool way, it was always things like 'I tripped and it got caught on a fence’ which led to her laughing and him feeling embarrassed. It did also lead to quality time with his favorite frankengirl though so...even trade?