For the slumber party, how would whoops! Universe Bob propose to reader?
wow I love this question!
here's whoops! if you haven't read it
whoops!bob definitely proposes on your family's back porch on a random wednesday night. he's had the ring for a while, which everyone on earth except for you has seen. cyclone knows it's going to happen well before anyone else since bob went to him first thing. they definitely celebrated with scotch in cyclone's leather-bound home office.
your family leaves you and bob to it on the screened-in porch. it is a perfect night. it's warm, but not hot. the fan is churning sweet-smelling early summer air, which is really just the cut crocuses your mother has on the table and the citronella candle burning. you've already finished dessert, which was strawberries and cream. bob has some rare time off, which you suspect your father had something to do with.
the two of you stay outside for a long time, watching the sun sink. watching blue eat the world. he's stroking your hair and you're lying on his chest. his heartbeat is steady. everything about bob is steady. that's why you love him so much--he's fucking sturdy. steadfast. he knows right from wrong, he is moral to his core. bob will always do the right thing and you know this in your gut.
he waits until you've finished telling him about the book you just finished and then quietly says that something's been on his mind. you wait patiently, glancing up at him. he looks down at you, the girl of his dreams, the mother of his kittens, and grows teary. you sit up, concerned, a question on your tongue. but bob holds your hand and chokes out a hold on, sugar. you watch with your heart in your throat as he pulls the little velvet box from his pocket.
you know what it means. he knows you know. he opens it, even though it's unnecessary. you'd tie a piece of string around your finger if it meant marrying bob.
he has a whole speech planned but as he looks at you, already crying, yes written all over your face, all he can muster is, "we've just gotta."
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How are Bob and reader doing in the whoops! universe??
bob and reader have foster failed about four kittens at this point and everyone teases bob that he's "drowning in pussy" at home and it truly never fails to make bob blush.
they're still sipping wine after family dinners and dancing in the bathroom with tooth brushes hanging out of their mouths. bob is looking at rings and trying to subtly get nat to stalk reader's pinterest. and he's been doing an absurd amount of research on ethical gem mining, which he never thought he'd do.
he's thinking he's gonna do it whenever the moment is just right--which is probably going to be a small moment between just the two of them. when they're wiping sand off their feet after a walk on the beach and before they get back into bob's Subaru. or maybe while they're getting gas late at night and reader runs into the store to grab bob his favorite apple juice. or maybe in the middle of the night whenever reader is sitting up against the headboard with bob's head in her lap, humming absently while they watch X-Files reruns.
whenever it is, it will be perfect. she'll say yes, of course. she'll say yes before he can even get through his entire speech.
I wish you would write a fic where Rhett Abbott gets tied up.
Rhett Abbott would absolutely let you tie him up with anything you could get your hands on. old rope from the barn. leather scraps. a ratty t-shirt. but because you love him and think that he deserves the best (and to be TAKEN CARE OF) you tie him up with silk scarves.
"The Hell are these made of? Butter?" He'd ask, brows furrowed and lips twisted.
"Silk," you'd correct as you finished the knot on his left wrist. You'd stroke your fingers over the material, over his strained muscle. "Comfy?"
Rhett would look at his wrists for a long time--those scarred, beat up things that have only ever worked, worked, worked. He would look at your pretty and expensive scarves tying them up, keeping him close. The way you bring pretty, soft things into his life and make them look like they belong.
And then he'd look back at you, eyes darker than before.
"I want you t'use me," he'd say simply. "C'mere."
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Millie, what are your thoughts on the doxxing situation? Please please please don’t leave us.
hi babes !
the doxxing situation is crazy and really sad. it’s insane to me that someone took beef from tumblr so seriously. we all need to be kind to one another or there’s not going to be any fandom left!
that being said, i’m sorry i’ve been MIA on here. going through a pretty low valley right now! but I am definitely still on here. please know you can come talk to me if you are having issues and need an ear!
not leaving but just taking it easy. let’s all be kind to one another!
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somewhere out there, rooster bradshaw is sprawled out on his waterbed and biting a pillow while cherry holds onto his hips. she's fucking him close and deep, peppering his back with wet and soft kisses. he almost can't speak and she knows. she doesn't expect it from him. he makes her feel like a million bucks--she's more than willing to return the favor.
"you alive down there, daddy?"
salt dies on his tongue. he's crying, which he didn't think would happen, and he can't even help it. it feels so fucking good.
"barely." his voice is strained, quiet. he looks back at her, eyes far-away and glassy. totally blissful. it sends a thrill down cherry’s core to see rooster like this. "don't stop.”
i’m feeling so gorgeous and beautiful about this!!!!!! this is some of the best news i’ve heard!!!! literally shaking like a chihuahua rn
what are our list of demands for the film? obviously my number one is that the rooster stache STAYS. and my number two is that hangman gets held like a baby and rocked.
just a random thought: Rhett tells his girl "careful" when she gets a lil bold and flirty
oh my god....you're so right
but I also raise you this: when his girl gets on top during sex, he definitely steadies her and mutters, "careful now." before she gets herself situated. and when she's riding him into oblivion but then gets tired and asks to switch, he says, "don't hurt yourself now." in the most condescending and sexy (but also caring) tone
