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quick valentines day doodle ft. Bryn&Erik

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Brynerik for the ship meme

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter: Bryn is the wolf & Erik is the hunter who can’t quite bring himself to kill anything, really.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman: Bryn’s got the hair for merman & Erik just needs a fishing rod and a boat to find him.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar: Bryn is the witch and Erik is his corgi shifting familiar. 

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict: Erik is the Barista and Brynden shows up every morning for tea and snacks. Bryn’s polite and quiet and tips incredibly well, so he’s Erik’s favorite customer. 

who’s the professor and who’s the TA: Brynden is Sydney McElroy & Erik is Justin. Brynden’s teaching med students and Erik’s his PA instead of TA.

who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss): Erik is the farm boy turned knight and Brynden is his Dragon Prince who showers him in gold and gifts.

who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent: Erik is the teacher and Brynden is the gang boss single dad with a hell raising daughter who behaves only for himself and Erik.

who’s the writer and who’s the editor: Brynden is the writer and Erik is the editor of a Sawbones-esque podcast 

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starlight & long drives

Erik’s not sure how long they’ve been driving. Long enough to put the city lights behind them, to let them fade away in a blurry haze. Less light pollution, less billboards, more stars. Feels like back home for Erik.

He glances to Bryn beside him and wonders if he feels the same. He doesn’t ask.

Not a word’s been shared between them since Brynden slumped into the passenger seat and grumbled for Erik to drive. Bryn’s still staring out the window, his reflection gloomy against dark glass. Erik adjusts the music volume and lets Bryn be- he’s never minded Bryn’s silence as much as the others do. It’s never felt weird to him.

It does feel weird to hear the choked whimper that Bryn lets slip, but Erik steels his gaze on the road. He can feel Bryn’s eyes on him; that silvery stare piercing through him. Erik finally takes a glance at the radio’s clock. Bryn finally speaks, though it’s hardly above a whisper.

“I… I don’t know where I want to go. Just needed…” He trails off, twisting a lock of his hair around his finger and biting his lip. “I…”

“I know.” Erik tells him quietly. “I got this.”

“Thank you.” Bryn whispers.

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It’s nothing short of a miracle that Brynden “Trust Issues and Paranoia Cocktail” Stark feels safe enough to nap in Erik’s truck. It’s a damn shame to wake him. Erik does it gently as he can, apologizing as he grasps Bryn’s hands in his and leads him from the front. Bryn’s grumbly as Erik pulls him into the truck bed, but falls silent again when Erik tugs him onto the air mattress. All of the ridiculously expensive cars in the Saints’ roster can’t stand up against Erik’s beat up ‘87 Silverado for shit when he does that.

None of his fancy cars are worth shit compared to laying down by Erik’s side in his beaten-up truck bed and watching the stars. Bryn would give away every top of the line sports car in the garage for a night under the stars with Erik. He doesn’t have to.

Erik pulls him closer of his own volition, wraps Brynden in a hug and nuzzles up against his shoulder. His breath tickles Bryn’s exposed skin as he softly asks, “Any better now?”

“Yeah. Needed this.” Bryn replies curtly, bringing a hand up to rest under his head as he slings his other arm over Erik’s side.

Humming, Erik rubs circles over Bryn’s stomach and closes his eyes. “Anytime you need me, Bryn. I’m always here for you.”

He feels Bryn’s wince. “I...”

The kiss that Erik presses against Bryn’s collarbone is reassuring. “I’ve got you, Bryn. Let go for awhile.” Erik murmurs. “I know. It’s tough. You can do it.”

Bryn doesn’t quite feel like he can, but Erik’s warmth against him and the smooth melody of music drifting through the open truck window are on their way to convincing him. He takes a deep breath and lets the night air relax him.

“You’re the cool relieving breeze in the shitstorm that is my life.” Bryn tells Erik, and Erik nods.

“You deserve a break, even if it’s from yourself. Rest up, I’m here.”

So he does. Bryn curls closer and ends up with his arms wrapped around Erik, pressing his nose against his hairline and his lips against his forehead. Erik’s huff is fond. He wriggles up closer so he can wrap his arms around Bryn’s midsection and rub his back.

It’s good to be out of the city for the night.

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yoo brynden and erik with "love me" from the writing thing?

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about two (or more) characters.

Erik found Brynden after about a half an hour’s worth of searching. The only thing that stopped him from kicking himself was the way Brynden stood; hunched over the penthouse railing and most likely brooding.

“Your tea’s probably gone cold by now, Bryn.” Erik called with a sigh and a shake of his head. “I can stick it in the microwave, but-”

The look Brynden threw over his shoulder at him had Erik cutting himself off. “-But I won’t do that because I probably just insulted your honor as an Irishman and as a tea drinker?”

“It’s fine, luv.” Bryn replied, shrugging. “You got everyone else covered, and four outta five ain’t bad- and the microwave is fine, I’ll heat it up later.”

Erik offered him a small smile as he leaned over the railing beside him. “Not thirsty then?”

Bryn shook his head. “Nah. Just… thinking.”

“Mhm.” Erik hummed. “A penny for your thoughts?”

“I… I have a proposal for you.” Brynden said after a moment.

Pulling away from the railing, Bryn flexed his fingers. He was fidgety, moreso than usual, and Erik cocked his eyebrows at that. “Bryn, are you al-”

Brynden took Erik’s right hand in his, raising it to his lips to kiss it softly before stepping back again. “-right.” Erik finished, a blush rising in his cheeks.

He tightened his grip on the paper cup of tea as Brynden got down on one knee before him, taking his right hand again. Bryn reached into his jacket pocket, retrieving a small velvet box and holding it out, pressing it into Erik’s open palm before flipping up the lid.

The cup of tea burst through the cup’s paper walls as it hit the ground. Brynden found himself kneeling in a puddle of lukewarm earl grey as Erik brought his hands to his lips and exhaled sharply.

“I’m-”

“You’re wonderful-”

“Bryn, I-”

“And I’d like to know if you’d like to marry me.”

Bryn’s was hopeful for the two seconds it took Erik to remember how to breathe, and ecstatic for the 30 that Erik dropped down to hug him for. Erik sat up against Bryn’s knee, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in Bryn’s neck. “Yes- fuck yes.” Erik whispered, and found himself being lifted up into Bryn’s arms.

Bryn turned them both towards the Penthouse windows, to face Pierce and Shaundi, both waving and holding up their phones. Erik flushed upon noticing them and gave his own shy wave back. And then he realized.

“Oh my god.”

“What is it?” Bryn asked, a sudden worry hitting him.

“You were being literal. ‘I have a proposal.’ You were- oh my god, Brynden you’re a fucking nerd.”

Relieved, Brynden laughed. “Yes, but I’ll be your lawfully wedded nerd now.”

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The origins debate

“The 1619 Project,” was published by the New York Times as a special 100-page edition of its Sunday magazine on August 19, 2019 to mark the 400th anniversary of the initial arrival of 20 African slaves at Point Comfort in Virginia. They were traded for food for the Dutch ship on which they had come and their employment status is indeterminate. The Project, according to the Times, intends to…

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a.) Tell me a bit about your Saints Row characters? and b.) love the monty python reference on your askbox.

;^)

Okay so:Brynden Arthur James Stark is the resident medic and boss of the saints. He was born on October 11th in Ireland to Atla Stark. He grew up in Ireland, studied medicine in Ireland, and would’ve been married and spent the rest of his life in Ireland had it not been for his Fiancée, Gemma, attempting to murder him.

She set their house on fire after stabbing Brynden in the gut (he was knocked unconscious by his fall following her stabbing) and fled, and only with the help of an old veteran woman neighbour did Brynden survive the incident. Afterwards, he fell into a deep depression and was encouraged by his mother to travel and get away from the problem while her people and the authorities tried to track down Gemma and bring her to justice.

So Brynden went off to travel, visiting all over in Europe and then North America. He stayed briefly in Stilwater, visiting his uncle for a bit. He was only going to be there for a little while, until the fateful night where he found himself caught in the crossfire from the four major gangs of Stilwater. He ended up staying, finally finding a purpose in helping out the Saints as their resident medic and Doctor. The saints never knew where he came from or even his name, and he was only called the doc or the playa. He never spoke, never got into inter gang arguments, and helped everyone without demanding pay or retribution.

—Atla Stark was born on September 15th in Scotland to an Irish father and a Scottish mother. She has one younger brother, Ragnar. Her father and mother divorced when she was young, and she remembers very little of her mother as her mother left her and Ragnar in her father’s care and never interacted with them after the split.

Atla was the heiress of the rich and powerful Stark family and the next in line to take over the Nothing’s Men, her ancestors group of Robin Hood-esque thieves and philanthropists that had turned into a Robin Hood/Kingsman-esque organization with time. Atla became leader after her father’s murder, and would go on to track down her father’s murderer and bring him to justice only a week after being made leader.

She’s known as a philanthropist and as a an “influential person.” In truth, she runs a network of hackers, thieves, spies, and vigilantes. She’s a genius philosopher and she tries to be as good a person she can. Atla has only Brynden as her heir. She has only recently reconnected with Brynden’s Father, Max Tullius, a Canadian born detective in Ireland who she frequently works with in high profile cases. Atla could be considered the modern Sherlock Holmes, if Sherlock Holmes was a fiery bisexual feminist woman with a passion for collecting antiques.

—Erik Green is a small town farm boy with dreams of becoming a police officer. He moved to Steelport when he was 19, and attended university there. His father hadn’t been able to loan much financial support to his son, so Erik started working at a coffee shop to help support himself.

Erik was in trouble though. The coffee shop he worked at was right in the middle of luchadore territory, and he often found luchadores in his coffee shop. The night the saints claimed that territory was the night Erik found himself jumped in the alleyway by a group of luchadores. Erik fought back, and found himself saved and yanked onto the motorbike of the one and only Brynden Stark.

That started a sudden friendship between Brynden and Erik. After patching him up, Brynden took Erik under his wing and paid for his schooling. Erik went on to find himself losing faith in the justice system however. He no longer wanted to be a cop, instead feeling that his determination would be better put to use somewhere else.

Erik became Bryndens PA shortly after quitting his job at the coffee shop. He never joined the police force, instead choosing to become a private investigator with the aid of Brynden and the saints. It was a case of history repeats, as the same story was true for Max and Atla.

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once you’ve taught him how to hold your throat in one hand and your heart in the other, you will have forgotten every other word, except his name.

Boss Brynden Stark x P.A Erik Green

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