Jan 21, 2015
❤ *snickers*
[text] PS your arse looked sexy in those jeans[text] yowzah[text] loved it
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❤ *snickers*
[text] PS your arse looked sexy in those jeans[text] yowzah[text] loved it
"D-d-do... do you... you... you s-s-still love me?"
“—Do you still love me?”
✥ - for both Jack and Danes? (I'm far too lazy to log onto danes)
For Brotpants:
Holes — Passenger :)
For Branes
Enough To Go By — Vienna Teng
Springing the Question // Stutterbrilliance
Brooke had just gotten off work. It'd been a long day and there was still one more thing hanging on the back of her head. But that didn't concern work. No-- that concerned Danes. With a little sigh, she slipped her lab coat off of her shoulders and slid it on the peg. Brooke shook out her hair and pulled her vortex manipulator from the drawer. A few buttons pressed, a fizzle of light and electricity, and she landed herself back in Danes' apartment.
Putting it off wouldn't help a lot, but she slipped into the shower anyway. Brooke slid into one of Danes' shirts afterward and dried her hair, and when she was finished she went to go make herself a cup of tea.
She found him in the kitchen. Brooke smiled, wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and whispered: "Hey, Danish"
X Danes x Brooke
SEND ME A ‘✖’ AND A SHIP NAME AND I’LL TELL YOU…
Who was the one to propose: DanesWho stressed more over wedding planning: Danes (I get the vibe Brooke would just kind of have this ‘fuck the wedding, let’s elope’ attitude?)Who decorated the house: It’s a mutual effort, I think. Brooke would bring home stuff from her digs and adventures and Danes would keep the eclecticness to a manageable level. xDWho does the cooking: They share the responsibilities. Danes has a slight edge.Who does the cleaning: They probably share this too.Who is more organized: BrookeWho suggested kids first: if I recall Elisa just happened but I think Brooke would be the first to actually suggest a second child. Danes would think about it for a while but never bring it up until he was absolutely sure the time was right.
"...wh-wh-why did you... you... you hit me?"
"Danes! Danes… I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to."
Brooke took a step back, eyes wide. He’d come in during a rather bad time for her. Everything had gone dark. The only thing Brooke had been aware of was someone coming into the room. Instincts had kicked in.
She reached for him. “Here, let me look at it. I’m sorry.”
[text] you, me, date night?
[text] I’d love to. Where are we going?
Danes wants to marry you
"—what?”
Brooke’s hearts stopped. Her eyes widened to the size of small grapefruits and it felt like one had lodged itself in her throat.
"Who told you that?"
The greyface had to be lying. Nobody would ever want to marry her.