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distracted driving with the dolls
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distracted driving with the dolls
I was on a date with Ed Sheeran. For some reason I believed he had bad intensions, so I stole his car and kidnapped him before he could kidnap me. I was definitely driving far past speed limit through the town with a tied and gagged guy in the passenger seat.
To this day I cannot listen to his music with straight face.
Draw your characters like this
Screenshot taken from Degrassi: The Next Generation
Do you think Mike inherited the awful driving from his dad? Or does he try to do better? Or not try at all maybe? I can see him driving just as unsafely Cus Bill taught him how to and he never considered otherwise. Also he finds it fun.
Yo! Sorry for the long gap in between The Chain updates. The most recent installment is almost done. Aiming to get it finished and posted by the end of this week. As always, I appreciate your patience. Have a great rest of your day and enjoy L scaring Light with some unsafe driving~.
Come back to me - Part 1
Master List - Come back to me Next chapter - Part 2
Synopsis: After a bad fight with Maverick, she finds herself with no one to fall on.
Maverick x reader / Iceman x reader
A/N - Anyone who would like to be tagged in the future post of this series please leave a comment :) Happy readings everyone!
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She knew he was a prick when she met him, she knew he was dangerous, unpredictable.
But she hadn’t expected this, he really went south after Goose. He went out drinking every night, she blankly ignored his unfaithful flirting with other woman.
She knew it would be hard, she knew he needed time.
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She stared at him in shock clutching her burning check, he glared at her. How dare he.
Her jaw ticked and she clenched her teeth, spinning around grabbing her keys form the table and out the door.
The car started and sped out of the driveway of their house, how dare he hit her. After all she had gone through for him? All she had put up with?
A small part of her yearned for the old Maverick the one who took her out on dates and complemented her, instead of the drunk that criticised her clothing.
She shoved the car into park as it skitter across the gravel parking spaces of Hard Decks. The door slammed behind her as she walked into the bar, penny wasn’t working today. Thank god for small mercies she could stand to look at the woman who shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend, if you had a say in it.
She dropped into the seat at the bar after receiving a glass of whiskey, she needed something strong and fast. Someone slid into the space next to her, a pair of aviator sunglasses were placed into the bar top.
A hand holding a glass came into her vision using his pinky to raise her chin to look at him, Tom silently studied her bruise rapidly forming on her face.
Iceman, someone she had only met once and seen twice. One of Maverick flight mates, not one of friendly terms she gathered form the limited interactions she had seen between them.
A frown pulled at his lips in displeasure, he relinquished his position placing his glass down on the bar, placing m his cold slightly wet hand form the consecration of the glass onto the forming bruise.
She signed closing her eyes as it helped still the throbbing, “did he do this?”.
The sharpness of the tone couldn’t be missed she opened her eye to look at him, he was looking at the mark as if it had personally offends him.
“He didn’t mean it” she mumbled about his palm as she learnt into his cooling hand, his eyes narrowed and gritted his teeth “bullshit”.
Her phone started to ring and she pulled back reluctantly pulling it form her pocket bunking in anger as Maverick name appeared on the screen.
“Do you have somewhere to go tonight?” The question caught her of guard, the aviator was already collecting his keys and glasses from the bar top chucking down a few notes as a tip or to cover the drinks she wasn’t sure.
“You don’t know me” she said deflecting the question, he nodded over to some other men playing pool in the back and she faintly recognised one. Was he an aviator as well?
“Well your going to have to get to know me, because I’m not sending you back to that house” he placed a hand ion her lower back not to low it was indecent but a respectable height he lead her out into the night.
Maybe Iceman wasn’t that bad after all.
TAKE ME HOME
for @sterekdrabbles 25/01/23 challenge. the prompt words were: SOFT, MARK and MARCH.
tags: angst, kidnapping, unsafe driving.
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90mph...
Stiles has been taken. The Camaro cannot go fast enough.
The silent march of time is deafening. Derek wants to cover his ears, howl and drown it out.
He thinks back to this morning.
Soft watercolour light painting ivory skin in lemony hues; that snub nose twitching like firefly wings; beard dragging lazily up pinked cheeks; he kid, still mostly sleeping, wrapping noodle limbs around him, and he's home.
100mph…
He might throw up. Or fully shift, right now while still driving.
Fuck.
If there's so much as a mark on Stiles—
Derek slams his foot down impossibly more.
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AITA for driving under the influence? CW: for uhh, death and alcoholism
I (20’s, M) was at a party and the host (20’s M), complained about how they ran out of booze. I told him I could (even though he said was more drunk) drive to a supermarket and get some with ice. Driving to the supermarket was terrifying, even if I stopped a robbery, fed a homeless man, and put out a fire on the way.
I purchased the brand of beer I like, (the cashier didn’t notice), and I proceeded to get back, except I killed the host and forgot the ice!!!
AITA??!??
AITA?
YTA
NTA
JAH
NAH
ESH
INFO