#I'm out here making half of these up as I go

[littlelamy]

title: catching him cheating

warnings: 18+, language, angst, part 1 part 2 (thurs) part 3 (soon) part 4 (?)

your fingers trace the tiny locket sewn into the soft fabric of his ralph lauren sweater, the little heart stitched onto the chest like a secret. you’d spent hours threading it in, thinking of how cute it would be when rafe saw it—how he'd smirk, maybe tease you, then kiss your head murmuring 'i love you' because, despite everything, he was soft for you.

except he wasn’t. not really. because when you push open the door to his house, already grinning, already calling his name, all you hear is the wet slap of skin against skin, a low groan that is unmistakably his.

“fuck—sofia—”

it’s a wrecking ball to the ribs, a sharp inhale that never makes it out. you stand frozen in the doorway, your hand still mid-air from where you'd been about to wave, like an idiot. like the world hadn’t just caved in beneath your feet.

sofia is bent over the couch, hands gripping the leather, her back arching as rafe pounds into her, his fingers digging into her hips so hard they’ll leave bruises. she moans his name, and his head is thrown back, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead, lost in the pleasure of it, of her.

then he sees you.

“fuck.” he rips himself away so fast sofia stumbles forward, making a choked noise. but your eyes are on him, the way his pupils blow wide in something that is almost fear but not quite—more like the horror of being caught, of knowing exactly how bad this is but being powerless to rewind time.

“baby—no, no, please, it’s not—”

you don’t hear the excuse because your ears are ringing, heartbeat a war drum against your ribs. the blood drains from your face, leaving only cold, only static, only the unbearable weight of betrayal pressing down on your chest.

sofia scrambles to gather her clothes, half-stammering apologies as if she weren’t just moaning his name, but she isn’t the problem here. he is.

“you don’t get to call me that,” you whisper, voice shaking but sharp enough to cut. you swallow hard, jaw tight. “you don’t get to fucking call me that.”

rafe moves toward you like he actually thinks he can fix this, like he can close the distance and make you forget the image already seared into your mind. “please, you have to let me explain—”

“explain what?” your voice cracks, eyes burning. “that you’re a liar? a fucking cheat?”

“it was a mistake,” he swears, desperation creeping in. “i fucked up. i'm drunk, i—”

“no.” your laugh is humorless, sharp. “you don’t just trip and land inside someone, rafe.”

his face twists, frustration curling at the edges, and suddenly the remorse cracks, something uglier slipping through. like a switch flipping.

“fuck, fine,” he snaps, raking a hand through his hair, voice laced with irritation now. “you wanna be a drama queen about this? go ahead. but don’t act like you’re fucking perfect.”

it’s laughable. disgusting. you shake your head, staring at him like you don’t even know him anymore. maybe you never did.

“you are such a fucking coward,” you murmur, voice quiet but scathing. you take a step back, one foot already out the door. “don’t ever speak to me again.”

and for the first time, he looks scared. really scared. because he knows you mean it.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Got a Second?

Pairing: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Notes: Not beta-read. Just a lil Robby drabble that came to me this morning.

Warnings: Just fluff; mentions of blowjobs, mentions of public sex

Summary: The second you get the text, you call. You learned a long time ago that when Robby has a second, it sometimes really is only a second—a minute, tops.

The second you get his text, you call. You learned a long time ago that when Robby asks if you've got a second, it sometimes really is only a second—a minute, tops. He spends his day getting pulled in a hundred different directions. He hardly has time to get a bite to eat or use the bathroom, let alone call.

You push your seat back, raising your phone to your ear and heading for the entrance to your office. You're listening to the gentle brrrrr, brrrrr of the phone, and just as you step outside, you hear the line pick up.

"Hey."

"Hey, baby," You lean against one of the pillars outside, shielding yourself from the wind. "How are you doing over there?"

Robby lets out a tired hum, and you wince.

"Doin' what we can."

"I'm sorry."

"S'alright. How are you doing?"

"In my high-stakes, fast-paced office job? Oh, it's wild over here. We had a forty minute meeting about which color we should be making the border on a powerpoint and whether or not that particular shade of blue aligns with both our brand guidelines and team values."

"Forty minutes?"

"Yeah, we went ten minutes over. And then Zach said 'happy to give you the gift of your time back,' as if he hadn't taken up way more than he's supposed to."

"Jesus. Can they hear you?"

"No, I'm outside."

"You bring your coat with you?"

Your half-second of hesitation makes Robby groan, and you hurry to cover, "I did!"

"Uh-huh."

You smile ruefully, curling your arm around yourself.

"You in the break room?" You ask.

"Yeah."

"You eat anything?"

"Yes."

"Good. You know how snippy you are when you get hangry. You'll need a snickers, stat."

"Is that a medical diagnosis?"

"Uh-huh. Snickers and a blowjob."

"Jesus christ," The laugh is spluttered, and you grin. Not only did you catch him off-guard, but the days when Roby calls you mid-shift feel like the days when he needs you most.

"It's true," You insist. "How about I come with you to work the next time I take a day off. I'll just sit under your desk and wait for you."

"That would be out in the open, you know that."

"Oh, sure. But maybe that would be for the best. At least it would get Myrna to stop calling you a fruitcake."

Robby laughs again, and you grin.

"Robby?"

"Yeah?"

"You really doing okay?"

"…Yeah. I—"

Your brows raise as he goes quiet, and hear someone calling for him on the other end of the phone.

"I gotta go."

You bite your lip, glancing toward the door to your office. "Well, I'll be waiting for you at home with that blowjob."

"And the snickers?"

"Sure. We'll need to get your strength back up for round two."

"I love you, honey."

You grin, practically melting back into the column.

"I love you, too, baby. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye."

"Bye." You murmur it as the line cuts, lowering the phone and eyeing the call time. Two minutes and forty seconds—a new record.

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[zaunian-lesbian-daddy]

WW2 lesbian love story!!!!

MINORS/MEN DNI!!!!

Hey everyone! If this does well I'm going to turn this into a full short story! I want to see who would be interested in that. This short story is going to be based on the myth that “the face you wear in this life is the face you loved most in your last”. It's going to be a tragic love story with smut mixed in! I left the smut out for verious reasons but it will be in the short story! I promise lots of happy things will happen too! Let me know what you think and prepare for a lesbian love story that transcends lifetimes!

WARNINGS: lesbian content, fluff, mentions of war, sexual content, historical dates, WW2 content, soulmates, multiple deaths, mention of suicide, mention of birth, some swearing. (that's all I can think of right now)

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It was June 27th 1940 when I bumped into her in the dairy aisle of the grocery store. I was 18 at the time and she was 19, the wedding ring on her finger glinted in the fluorescent lights when she brushed back her long brown sugar colored hair with her hand. Her warm chocolate brown eyes landed on me, and I felt like I was frozen to the spot, she was so beautiful. I soaked in every tiny detail I could of her; the light brown freckles painting her face and her pink pouty lips. “I’m so sorry, sometimes I'm so in my head I don't see the people around me,” when she spoke it sounded like warm honey.

Being gay was almost unheard of at the time, I knew I liked women, but those words would never leave my mouth. 

“I was the one who bumped into you, I should be the one apologizing,” I laugh a little trying to keep my composure. I keep the conversation going so she doesn't walk away, “My name is Evelyn, what's yours?” I hold my hand out to shake hers, it's as soft as satin. She takes my hand “Rose,” her lips forming into a beautiful smile. 

We talked for a while and ended up doing some shopping together that day. When we went our separate ways, we made sure we could reach each other through the operators who worked the phones back then. 

The next few months were filled with long conversations over the phone, her voice lighting a fire deep within my core. Dinners at her and her husband John’s house, where growing feelings on my end makes the word desire sound pitiful. Little did I know at the time, she felt the same way as I did. 

War was spreading through the European countries, we caught wind of what was happening in Germany here and there. That didn't burst our bubble though, months turned into a year. Tensions were rising and there was talk of a draft for all able bodied men between 18 to 35 years old to join the war. We were in her kitchen late one night, crickets were chirping as we spoke about the news. 

“Do you think John is going to be picked in the first draft?” I keep my voice low so he doesn't hear me over the radio he has turned on. Rose nods her head slowly but I don't see sadness in her eyes, which is strange, because doesn't she love him? “I have no doubt he will be one of the first men to be picked in the draft, it's a gut feeling,” her voice is just as soft as mine was. 

I debated on asking her why she doesn't seem sad about it. As soon as I went to ask, we heard John's footsteps approaching from the living room. We both look towards the door as he walks in. “I’m going to head to bed,” he speaks as he walks over to her. He places a soft kiss on her lips, I watch it happen, I always do. I think about how her lips would feel on mine. 

I snap out of my thoughts as John gives me a nod, I smile at him, then without a pause he leaves. I turn my attention back to Rose, she almost looks sick, her face is slightly pale. I study her for a second before speaking, “what's wrong?” I've known her for almost a year and a half. I can tell when she is thinking too hard about something. 

“I'm thinking about if he gets drafted, how will I support myself alone?” she finally looks at me. Before I can stop myself the words seem to fall out of my mouth, “You won't be alone.. I’ll always be here with you and we can figure it out together,” my mouth goes dry. She looks at me before offering me a sweet smile.

A long pause happens, we just sit and look at each other. It doesn't feel uncomfortable at all, more like something unspoken. She stands slowly while keeping her eyes on me. She rounds the table, my eyes trace every movement she makes. She is now standing next to me, I have to look up at her from my sitting position.

Her eyes are softer, her lips parted slightly. There is a charge in the air that I can't describe. She moves slowly, cradling my cheeks with her hands. My breathing hitches as I stare up at her, she breaks the silence with a soft whisper, “May I kiss you?” 

My mind goes blank, my eyes still locked on hers. I take a deep shaky breath before I end up nodding, she doesn't seem to hesitate once I give permission, she bends down pressing her lips against mine. I melt into her, our lips dancing together in a passionate kiss. When she finally pulls away, we are both breathless.

She giggles a little with a smile, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,”. I smile back at her, with a laugh of my own. “I’m glad you did it, because I've wanted it too,”. That night we experimented in her kitchen, exploring each other's bodies with our hands and mouths. Doing things God would surely send us to hell for. 

We talked about how we both knew we were attracted to women but it could never be something we did in public. We found solace in each other. Months of us exploring our sexuality, hidden behind closed doors, a dark, sinful, secret. The kisses and touches we shared were warm despite the incoming war. 

Between the passionate nights Rose and I shared, my family often pushed me to find a man who could take care of me and give me children. If they knew what I did behind closed doors I'm sure I would have been disowned and kicked out, since I still lived at home. I did as I was told, filling my days with dates with ugly men who promised me the world. After performing all day, I would go fill my nights with Rose’s sinful touches.

As time went on, talk of the draft became real. John got sent off to Germany, not long after the bombing of Pearl harbor. The dust hadn’t settled yet, when word broke of women entering the workforce to fill the spaces the men had left. Rose and I started doing factory work, producing munitions for the war. 

My family let me move in with her since we were so close and she needed help paying for the house while John wasn't there. I had to promise them to keep looking for a husband to do so.  With the war raging and so few men not fighting in the war it was easier to make excuses for why I remained single. 

It felt natural living and working with Rose, we decided that we could call ourselves a “couple” but it was only meant for behind closed doors. The nights were filled with long talks, making love to each other, and falling deeper in love with each other. I had to remind Rose several times to write to her husband, to keep the act up, so when he did come home he wouldn't think anything improper was happening.

About eight months after John deployed, soldiers showed up at the house, Rose was home and I had picked up an extra shift at the factory that day. They gave her the news that he had been KIA during the Dieppe Raid, he was one of three Americans who died that day. They offered a short, insincere, apology then left her standing there. When I came home that night she didn't say much, gave me a kiss, and handed me the letter. 

I read it over, then studied her closely. She didn't look like she had cried at all, she was acting normal. Over the next few days she seemed completely fine. Maybe it was because she never loved him or maybe it was the fact that we had been in a “relationship” for so long it didn't matter to her. Either way, I celebrated in my head because I knew there was nothing standing between us now. 

The war was making the days fly by, work at the factory was grueling. We even made a hook near the door where we would hang our carabiners that were full of tools we needed to use at our job. One night I was so tired I came home so tired I hooked them together by accident, it became our running joke. 

Rose would always find ways to make coming home interesting, meeting me in the nude, leaving notes telling me to find her and fuck her, or just loving on me. I did the same for her, at one point I left my belt on the counter with a note saying “find me, tie me up, use me however you want”. Life was good, no matter the war raging just outside our door.

I didn't really go see my family anymore, it wasn't important. Everytime I went to see them they would ask about me finding a husband. I couldn't imagine life without Rose in it, it's like God made us for one another in every lifetime.

In April of 1945 we got the news that Hitler had been killed, the entire United States was celebrating. The years of Rose and I being together had been magical. We met other like minded women through our job at the factory, there were other lesbians who we became friends with. Nights filled with gossip, wine, giggles and games. That's until Rose got sick.

The first time she collapsed was about a month after Hitler got killed. She became pale, got sick and collapsed on the floor. Luckily I was home, I rushed her to the hospital but they wouldn't allow me to stay with her because I wasn't family.

Months followed of them running as many tests as they could, multiple trips to the hospital, long nights staying awake to make sure nothing happened to her while I was sleeping. We got word of other women who were getting sick just like Rose was, they all had one thing in common, working in factories around TNT.

There were no answers and she was only getting worse, the life I once saw in her was fading away every single day. I prayed to the God who would surely damn Rose and I to hell for the kind of relationship we had. I hoped he would listen, maybe give the doctors answers so I wouldn't lose the person I've loved most.

I made her quit working when she got sick, whenever I got home, I would crawl into bed and stare at her. Take in her soft curves, the beauty in her face, the lines that formed over the years. I would hold back my tears till I was alone so I could remain strong for her. When I got home tonight I did the same as usual, she was awake this time.

Her warm brown eyes found me, she gave a half hearted smile. “I love you so much,” her voice seemed hollow, I couldn't help the tears welling in my eyes. “I love you more,” my voice cracks as I speak. She turns her body so we are laying face to face. We never had the death talk because it was never on the table, I couldn't lose her. 

“I will find you in every lifetime, my love. If I am a dog in my next life, I will find you and make you my owner. If I am an ant, I will find every drop of sugar in your house just to be close to you. Even if we are worlds apart I will find my way to you.” her smile is weak, tears are welling in her eyes too now. I can't help but stare at her, why does this sound like a goodbye?

“You aren't leaving me in this one by myself Rose..” I have no choice, tears pour out of my eyes as I pull her into me. Hugging her so tight I'm probably hurting her, but I can't let go, not now, what will I do without her? “I don't think we have a choice,” her voice is weak and muffled by my shoulder. 

We cry until we fall asleep in each other's arms. In the morning when I wake up, we are still in the same position. I pull back slowly and that's when I notice, she's gone. It was a goodbye last night, somehow she knew. I just stare at her for a while until I finally get up. I'm numb but I need to get the operator to send the police.

It happens so fast, they take her, and since I’m not family, I don't get to help plan her funeral. Her family takes over, the next week seems to come in a blur. I don't go to work, I sit in the house and look at the things we collected over the years. Our friends come over to help me, but when I see them together all it does is remind me of her. 

I go to the funeral, her family doesn't let me speak. What would I say anyway? How much I loved her? How lonely am I without her? I sit and stare at the coffin till it's over. 

When I get home the days seem to blur, I don't leave, I dont allow people in, I cant even eat. My family wants me to move back in with them but I don't, this is the only thing I have left of her, so I sit and exist in misery. Then I remember her words “I will find you in every lifetime,” I say outloud to myself, hardly recognizing my own voice. 

I stand up slowly and walk to grab a piece of paper and a pen to write my final note. It reads, “I don't know if anyone will care or read this note. This home was shared by my partner and I. Years of love, tenderness and laughs. I loved her more than life itself, that's why I'm saying goodbye too. To my friends I'm sure you'll understand and I'm sorry. To my family, I hope you forgive my sins. Sincerely, Evelyn.”

With that, I take the note and go to the garage. Our car sits there just like any normal day. I climb in and put the note on the dash, grabbing the keys, I start the car. “I hope you are right Rose, if you are, I look forward to meeting you again..” I roll down the window, relax into my seat and listen to the car's engine. My eyes close, my breathing slows, and then, all the pain stops.

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When I open my eyes again all I can do is cry, fluorescent lights burn my eyes. I can't speak and my body feels weird. I try to move but have no control over my movements. My limbs flail and I can feel tears streaking my face. Then I’m met with a warm body and a soothing voice, something familiar about it. Before I close my eyes again I hear a woman's voice say “Her name is Iris,” it's melodic enough to put me into a deep sleep.

Turns out, I was born again in 1998. Growing up my family didnt have alot but it was enough. I never went hungry, had toys I could play with. I learned to walk, talk, run, explore, build and destroy. My school years went smoothly, I was a solid student, B average. 

I had boyfriends, a girlfriend that my parents had no idea about. They never talked about being against the LGBT but they never mentioned being in support either, so I figured my safest bet was to keep the fact that I found women attractive, quiet.

The years passed, now I'm finding myself standing in front of the mirror looking at myself. Today is my birthday. I'm turning nineteen years old. The person I'm staring at in the mirror seems so familiar. Not just in the way that I know myself, but something more. Like I've seen her before somewhere, this face doesn't seem like mine. Maybe someone else? 

I touch my face, my eyes tracking the movements I make with my fingers. Chocolate brown eyes, my lips are pink, light brown freckles spread evenly over my nose and cheeks. My hair is long, a warm brown color to it. 

I snap out of my trance when my phone dings. I look down to see a message from my friend, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!!!”. I can hear her voice through the message, I giggle then text back. “Thank you! Hope you can come to my party tonight!” I exit the bathroom to go sit on my bed as I send the message. 

While I wait for her to text back I open up instagram, the first post I see is a black background with white lettering that says “the face you wear during this life is the face of the person you loved the most in your last”. I pause on it, reading the words over and over, when my friend's text pops up, I ignore it, and head straight to google. 

I type in the words I saw on the post. It comes up as a Chinese myth, so I clicked on the first link. When I open it, my eyes scan over the words. Before I can finish reading the article something flashes in my brain. A memory? I'm looking into a woman's eyes, identical to mine. She looks sick and sad. Actually, her whole face looks identical to mine. “I will find you in every lifetime,” rings through my head.

I drop my phone on the floor, I barely hear the thud. I'm panting heavily as I stare at the article that's still open on my phone. “What the fuck was that?” I say out loud as if someone will give me the answer. 

I hope you enjoyed the story! Let me know if you want me to make this into a bigger story! I promise there will be smut, lesbian love, laughs, cries and so much more! Will Iris find her love again? Will Rose keep her promise? Will it be a lesbian happily ever after?? If you made it this far thank you for reading!

[leclercsixteen]

𝒔𝒕. 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂 ! ˡˢ²

i ain't never had a doubt inside me 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

𝒍ogan sargeant x 𝒓apper!male reader synopsis: reader is an american rapper, one with a loyal, but small, fanbase. despite this, a formula 1 driver can’t help but love his music and pushes for him to visit a grand prix, but forgets to specify how.

genre: smau warnings: i’m using songs sung by black artists for readers album, so the faceclaim for reader in pics are going to be black, but anyone can read this!

requested: yes! author's note: i immediately thought of logan when i saw this request because of his love for eminem. songs used for second wind: squabble up, pride., duckworth, and the prayer by kendrick lamar. mutt by leon thomas. st. chroma, rah tah tah, and wusyaname by tyler, the creator

masterlist. navigation.

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ynsmic second wind out now.

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userone the popularity of y/n needs to be studied this man deserves every single piece of hype he gets and more ⤷ usertwo that's what im saying!! this man has more talent than half of the rappers out on the hot 100

userthree going from squabble up right into mutt is crazy the vibe change was revolutionary

userfour the different vibes of this album is CRAZYYY i love it omg ⤷ userfive right?? like having mutt, squabble up, duckworth, and the prayer all on the same album is insane ⤷ usersix i like how it feels like they don't fit together. like the different vibes of the songs and topics don't fit together, but it feels like he's just having fun and sharing short stories and not only telling one story liked by ynsmic

logansargeant time to change my hype songs from lose yourself to st. chroma ⤷ userseven maybe lose yourself was making you lose yourself in the car that's why you aren't driving good ⤷ logansargeant bro...too far

usereight now what is logan sargeant doing here ⤷ usernine he mentioned y/n’s music like once in an interview back when he was in f2

userten alr now when is tour ⤷ ynsmic when a million+ people stream second wind ⤷ logansargeant i could probably manage that

♫ y/n l/n • st. chroma

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logansargeant baku was good, but next week is when it gets good. going for a logan sweep for the home race. see you in miami.

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usereleven no eminem??

alexalbon a logan sargeant pole is in the near future ⤷ logansargeant please work your beautiful manifestation skills

ynsmic great song choice 🔥 liked by logansargeant

usertwelve RAHHHH WTF IS A KILOMETERRR LETS GO LOGAN 🔥🔥🔥🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

userthirteen wait this song is like lowkey fire ⤷ userfourteen it really makes me think of logan fr like “promise im gon make it out” just makes me think of he’s gonna make it out of williams 😭😭

williamsracing our favorite american!! ⤷ userfifteen nobody cares ⤷ usersixteen gtfo man

userseventeen now who is y/n ⤷ usereighteen i'm not sure but i like this song

📍 miami, florida

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ynsmic played at a local bar last night, met some cool people, got some even cooler news for you guys soon

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usernineteen second wind world tour ⤷ ynsmic not at that stage yet, soon though

usertwenty what is team williams doing here ⤷ usertwone right like ik logan is a fan of y/n but alex what are you doing here ⤷ usertwtwo hear me out, he's in miami, miami grand prix is next week ⤷ usertwone alright grandma lets get you to bed

logansargeant i think second wind is better on a stage ⤷ ynsmic i like your thought process

usertwthree i got a picture with you! it was great to meet you and i can't wait to see you live again soon! liked by ynsmic

f1 👀 ⤷ usertwfour alright what does this mean bro

♫ y/n l/n • MUTT

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ynsmic and f1 second wind @ miami grand prix. see you soon.

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logansargeant williamsracing f1 while this isnt what i meant by inviting y/n to a gp but ill take it ⤷ ynsmic thanks for the invite man, even if it wasn't the right one ⤷ alexalbon sorry, logan is freaking out. he says your welcome liked by ynsmic

usertwfive bro this rapper is small as hell what is f1 doing inviting him to perform at a grand prix, the miami one no less 💀 ⤷ ynsmic i ask myself the same thing, but logan and i met at my gig the other night and he was going to invite me to a grand prix, but f1 thought he wanted me to perform, so here we are

usertwsix f1 and y/n fans how are we feeling ⤷ usertwseven im so glad i got tickets to the miami gp now only because of y/n

usertweight miami gp? more like y/n gp ⤷ usertwnine alright lets get you to bed

williamsracing williams is sorry for the mix up ⤷ userthirty nah my team is cooked theyre talking in third point of view ⤷ userthione nah your team is cooked by having logan as a driver this comment has been deleted by ynsmic!

userthitwo i need y/n and logan to interact at the miami gp please

userthithree my little rapper isnt so little anymore

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f1gossip before the miami grand prix weekend starts, logan sargeant and oscar piastri are seen on the streets of miami with y/n l/n, an up and coming rapper that is set to perform at the opening ceremony for the miami grand prix

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userthifour i've never heard of y/n before ⤷ userthifive neither have i, but i did look up his music and it's pretty good

userthisix man this dude has like 5k monthly listeners on spotify what is he doing performing at the miami grand prix 💀💀 ⤷ userthiseven y/n said that he was just supposed to visit the williams garage cause of logan, but there was miscommunication and they invited him to perform ⤷ userthieight or it's because nobody wants to perform at the miami gp so they picked out an artist nobody knows

userthinine im like lowkey excited for the opening ceremony

userfourty imagine logan gets pole and p1 because of y/n (his fav artist since f2) being there ⤷ userfourone i would bet real money on that because that's never going to happen ⤷ userfourtwo don't sleep on my boy logan alright ⤷ userfourthree i'll gladly sleep on logan slowgeant

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ynsmic what a way to start the weekend. even though many people didn't know who i was, it was still a blast to perform second wind in my hometown on a large stage and spread my music to the world.

let's go logan sargeant sweep for miami.

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userfourfour y/n is a ls2? ⤷ ynsmic he's the reason why i got to perform, so i'm obligated to cheer him on

logansargeant if y/n has one fan, it's me. if y/n has no fans, i'm dead. ⤷ ynsmic my biggest fan

logansargeant i was screaming the lyrics from the williams garage ⤷ alexalbon can confirm this (i even got it on video) ⤷ ynsmic that was you? (send it to me?)

userfourfive i love this friendship that y/n and logan have ⤷ userfoursix the fact that logan was a fan of y/n for years and now he's friends with y/n. logan must fan boy every time they interact

userfourseven who else came here after watching the opening ceremony???? ⤷ userfoureight i did!! ⤷ userfournine me as well! might become a new fan of him...

♫ y/n l/n • squabble up - radio edit

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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN SARGEANT TO START IN POLE POSITION TOMORROW IN MIAMI!!!!

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userfifty holy fucking shit

userfifone LOGAN SARGEANT SWEEEEEP IN AMERICAAAAA RAHHHHH

userfiftwo GUYS MY DRIVER DID IT HE DID IT LETS GOOOO

ynsmic am i allowed to take responsibility for this? ⤷ logansargeant maybe.

userfifthree OH MY GOD AMERICAAAAA RAHHH

alexalbon MY SEXY AMERICAN TEAMMATE THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT OH MY GOD MANIFESTATION WORKS!!

♫ y/n l/n • st.chroma - radio edit

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f1 and logansargeant LOGAN. SARGEANT. WINS. MIAMI. After a rough rookie year and troubles with his car and races, the only American on the grid has officially done it, and at his home race.

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ynsmic THAT'S MY LOGAN ⤷ userfiffour your logan? ⤷ logansargeant Y/NNNNN LFGGGGG

userfiffive everybody who doubted my boy logan, i expect apologies with tears and a ukelele

userfifsix THATS RIGHTTT!! LOGAN DESERVES TO BE HERE!!

userfifseven OH MY GODDDD THIS IS REVOLUTIONARY HUGE DAY FOR THE LOGANG ⤷ logansargeant that can't be what you guys are called.

alexalbon went to the tom holland school of manifestation

williamsracing LOGAN. SARGEANT.

userfifeight USING Y/N'S SONG I CANTTTTT

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logansargeant miami 🤍

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userfifnine we get a logan first place and gay hard launch all in one weekend??

usersixty i was NOT expecting this holy shit

ynsmic forever proud of you logan 🤍 ⤷ logansargeant thank you y/n 🤍

usersixone not disappointed not surprised. congrats you two!

alexalbon and what do we say to alex? ⤷ logansargeant are we supposed to say thank you? ⤷ alexalbon who pushed you towards y/n after the podium ceremony?? ⤷ ynsmic thank you ... alex

usersixtwo oh i can tell these two are going to be insufferable

usersixthree imagine logan just gets infinitely better at driving now that he has a boyfriend ⤷ usersixfour the magic of significant others

charles_leclerc can you tell y/n i want to work with him on a song soon ⤷ lewishamilton seconding this ⤷ logansargeant am i just a connection to you now? ⤷ ynsmic ignore him-- i would be honored!

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ynsmic wusyaname (feat. xnda, charles leclerc)

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logansargeant this is going double platinum in my house ⤷ ynsmic glad to hear it lover 🤍

a/n: OKAY! sorry this was so long, but i really hoped it managed expectations @darkestmrhyde !! i had a lot of fun making it :))

tags: @milessunflowers @lokisen @kevinlolwife @op-81-lvr-reblogs @kazanskied @481rosier

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drabble dump 2 | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: Two more drabbles inspired by some headcanons: Joaquin and how much you love his curly hair and Joaquin holding your handbag for you. Warnings: I don't think there is anything. Word Count: 745 A/N: I'm finally home from my trip 🎉 But I had a diverted flight late last night so my 45 minute flight home ended up being almost 4 hours of travel in the end, so I'm feeling extremely exhausted today – hence posting another small little drabble collection tonight. I have received so many requests from you all this weekend and I cannot wait to start writing them now that I'm home 💗 Thank you for all the love on my fics I posted while I was away.

Curly hair.

Every time Joaquin washed his hair, you loved getting to see his curls come out in full force again. He never did anything to style them, usually leaving his hair as it was or putting some kind of mousse or gel in it to tame it a little. But curly haired Joaquin was your favourite out of all of his looks.

It might’ve had something to do with the fact that he was also almost completely naked, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and that his hair was still a little wet, dripping water onto his chest as he walked out of the bathroom and back into your bedroom. 

From your spot, sitting in bed and scrolling on your phone, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. “Damn, my man looks good right now,” you said, meeting your eyes as he grabbed a towel and started to dry his hair a little.

Joaquin laughed, shaking his head. “Just right now?”

“Hmmm,” you pretended to think on it for a minute. “You do always look good, but you look especially good right now… you should wear your hair curly more often, baby. It suits you so much.” 

He put the towel down over his shoulder and turned around to look at you again, raising his eyebrows. “You think so? Or is it just because I’m shirtless, freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel that makes you think that?”

You smiled to yourself as he walked closer to your side of the bed and sat down on the edge of it so he was closer to you. You reached forward to touch the curls, even though they were still wet. 

“I mean, that certainly has something to do with it, but it’s not the only reason I love when your hair is all curly,” you admitted. “I’m just saying, maybe you should look into how to style it and keep the curls in longer. I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to you doing that…”

Joaquin chuckled to himself. “Okay, angel. I’ll take your word for it.”

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Joaquin holding your handbag for you.

One of the many things you loved about Joaquin was that he never thought twice about things that you asked of him. He was so head over heels in love with you that he would do anything for you – holding your handbag was like second nature to him.

“Baby,” you pulled him aside as the two of you started to walk out of the restaurant.

You’d come out to dinner with your co-worker and their partner, a double date, and realised you needed to use the bathroom before you left. It was going to be at least another half hour before you got home. 

Joaquin looked at you, a little bit of worry in his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, will you wait for me here?” 

He nodded and you started to walk away before he realised you were still holding your handbag. He didn’t hesitate before hurrying after you. “Angel, give me your bag.” 

You turned around upon hearing his voice. “Oh, you wanna hold it? I can just take it in there with me, I don’t mind.”

Joaquin stared at you and held out a hand for you to place the bag into. He didn’t need to say anything for you to give in and take the bag off your shoulder before placing it in his hand. He walked back over to where your co-worker was waiting while you were in the bathroom, slinging the bag over his shoulder as he did.

There wasn’t a single moment that he cared about the fact that he was an adult man, well dressed in one of his nicest suits with your handbag over his shoulder. All he cared about was that you could go to the bathroom without worrying where to leave your bag and that everything inside of it was safe. 

Even when someone walked past him and gave him a strange look, he didn’t blink.

When you rejoined them a few minutes later, you tried to remove the bag from Joaquin’s shoulder but he shook his head. “I can carry it till we get to the car, angel,” he said, reaching down with his other hand to take yours as you followed your friends out of the restaurant. 

You don’t know if you could love him any more if you tried. 

[raven-unkind]

can you do cherry popping for jake plsss

˚₊‧���⋆♱ cherry popping ft. Jake

Jake x fem!reader

wc. 847 words

summary: first time with bf!Jake  

tw. mdni, nsfw, virgin reader, established relationship, face sitting (in munch jake we trust 🙏🏻), nipple sucking, dry humping, praise, unprotected sex (boooo wrap it before you tap it), jake is a lil possessive i guess?

a/n. Ask and shall receive 🙂‍↕️ im ovulating someone take tumblr away from me. (idk why but i couldn't see the notif for this on my phone???)

It had started rather innocently. You and your boyfriend of 6 months, Jake, cuddling on the couch. You were watching a movie, one thing led to another, and you found yourself straddling him, messily making out. Jake lets out a sigh between kisses, marveling at the pleasurable weight on you on top of him, and the drag of your clothed cunt on his length. He pulls away, pampering kisses on your neck, hands roaming around your curves. “Fuck if you keep on grinding on me like this, im gonna cum in my pants.” You whine, feeling our clit pulsating at the whiny tone you had come to love oh so much. 

Jake 's hands wander under your shirt, stopping right under your boobs. “Can I?” You nod and he pulls your shirt, pretty tits spilling out. “So pretty.” He grabbed one of your boobs, bringing it to his mouth. You whine, head tilting back slightly at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. “Jake- F-feels s-so good.” He toyed with your other nipple, switching between the two. He looks up at you, pulling away from your breast. “Wanna taste you so bad- Can i? Please baby, I'll make you feel so good.” You nod and he taps your thigh, signaling for you to get up. He lays on the couch. “Come here baby- sit on my face.” “Jake, I don't want to hurt you.” He looks at you like you said the most ridiculous thing. “There’s no way you’d hurt me- even if you did suffocate me I'd die a happy man.” You sigh, while you had some doubts about sitting on your boyfriend’s face, you couldn't deny there was something incredibly attractive about how desperate he sounded for you to do it. 

You take off your pants, along with your panties and straddle his face, hovering over the lower half of his face. His arms circle your thighs, kissing your inner thigh. “You smell so fucking good.” He groaned, leaving little kisses on your clit. You whimper and just as you’re about to tell him to do something, he brings you down, making you completely sit on him and dive into your heat. “S-shit.” You gripped his hair. “Jake!” His nose bumped against your clit, you arched your back pulling him as close as he could. “Fuck- Yeah grind on my face baby.” Any thought of smothering your sweet boyfriend flies right out the window when his tongue prods at your entrance. You whine loudly, when he pushes it inside your wet hole. “J-ja—Jake- fuck i-m-” He pulls away, smirking as you whined from the sudden loss of stimulation. 

“You taste so good” He says, one of his fingers prodding at your entrance. He moans at the feeling of your hot, gummy walls wrapping so tightly against his digit. “So fucking tight.  I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my dick.” He alternates between pumping his fingers in your heat and sucking on your clit. “Jake- im so so close-” You come all over his face, with a loud whine and he laps up all your slick. 

He gets up, discarding his pants, and underwear, before crawling on top of you. He pumps his cock a few times. “I got you mkay?” You nod and he bumps his tip on your clit a few times, earning small moans from you. “I'm gonna go slow, tell me if it's too much okay.” He slowly slid himself inside you. “A-ah fuck you’re so fucking tight.” You let out a choked whine, breath knocked out of you. You were expecting some pain but this, with the feeling of being completely stretched out and full? It was something else. “M- Jake y-you're s-so b-big.” He smirks, fully bottomed out. “I know pretty- you’re taking me so well… fuck…”

He pulls you into a messy kiss as you slowly get used to the feeling of him inside you. “Can I move please?” He asks, rubbing circles on your clit. “Please-” He pulled out slowly, before bottoming out once more.  He began to pistol his hips into you, you grabbed his shoulders, throwing your head back. “Fuck Jake-” You become a blabbing mess, barely registering the praise he whispers in your ear, drunk on the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls.

“Taking me so well- such a good girl for me.” He grunts, watching your tits bounce from his thrusts. “I'm gonna be your first and last, right pretty?” His thrust became sharper. You nod mindlessly, upcoming orgasm clouding whatever was left of your sanity. “Yes fuck! Only you, only you.” 

“J-jake i-i can't hold it anymore." You felt the knot in your stomach slowly breaking. Jake increases his speed, pistoning in and out of you, reaching places you could only dream of reaching by yourself. “Y-you can cum baby, cum all over my cock.” That's all you needed to hear for you to let out a pornographic scream as you came around him. “Fuck!” He pulls out, jerking off, his cum painting your stomach white.

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BuckTommy Angst Week - Day 3 - Kidnapping

@bucktommyangstweek

notes: doing my part for the 8x14/8x15 helicopter hostage spec parade! ~500 words.

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Athena calls him when he's already 10 minutes from the scene.

"TikTok told me about the hot LAFD pilot in a hostage situation like a half-hour ago! When was someone gonna call me?"

"Well I apologize, Buck, but I've spent the past hour reviewing protocols on when to call a hostage's ex-boyfriend and I couldn't find anything until this very moment."

Buck sulks, even though she can't see him. "I'm 10 minutes away." He swallows hard. "Why were you gonna call me? If I'm—"

"Because they have demands and Tommy won't share them until he talks to you."

"He's probably just buying time."

"Maybe, but it won't work much longer. When you hit the barricades, just get out and run."

Buck knows he's close from the number of helicopters overhead. If the 118 reports to a disaster, the sky can be crowded with newscopters trying to get footage. Right now there's a single LAFD helicopter circling overhead while black helicopters hover menacingly nearby. He has to push aside the thought: You're going to watch Tommy die today.

Athena meets him, a mean-looking guy in a black FBI jacket on her heels. "Evan Buckley, this is Agent—"

The agent roughly drags Buck over to a crowd of cops and agents, then picks up a radio. "Kinard, we have your guy here. Start talking."

Buck shoots him a look. "This is a little stressful, okay? Could you give us a second?"

The agent makes sure his thumb is off the talk button. "There's a bomb on that chopper and if they don't land willingly in the next 30 minutes, we have authorization to chase them to the ocean and shoot it down." The agent smiles tightly and hands back the radio. "Good luck."

Athena glares over the agent's shoulder: Real piece of work. Buck takes a breath and hits the button.

"Tommy, it's me. It's Buck."

"Evan? I can see the scene from here, wave to me."

Buck waves, wishes he had worn some brighter colors. "Can you see me?"

"Yeah, I see you fine." Tommy laughs; he sounds breathless. "Listen, I'm gonna hand over the radio in a second so everyone can do their negotiating thing—shit, get that out of my side, would you?"

"What are they doing to you, Tommy?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," Tommy says, like a liar. "Evan, listen. I love you, okay? I love you and I get if you don't want to stick around and see something horrible, but if I get out of this alive—do you want to grab dinner later? You pick the place. Not our usual."

Buck covers his mouth, smothering a sob. It's so intimate, even as a hundred people listen to the last words Tommy will ever say to him. "Yeah, maybe Thai? Let me know when you're on your way. I'll order ahead."

"It's a date."

Buck nods. "I love you. I'll see you soon. Don't be late."

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Mohawk!Mark x Reader

I was inspired by an amazing fanfiction on here that literally made my brain light up and I had to write my own version.

The entire world was on fire. The entire world was on fire and people who looked like your boyfriend were the ones destroying it. Jesus Christ Mark couldn't catch a fucking break.

There was nothing you could do. You weren't a hero you were just a normal person. You were just going to have to hunker down and wait for the carnage to end.

You were laying in your bed watching the news on your phone when you heard the front door creak open. That wouldn't make any sense though. Mark was out there fighting his duplicates and everyone else you knew were trying their hardest to stay out of the way of the destruction.

"Babe, please come here I need you." It was Mark. His voice was strained and he drew out the words like he was whining. This wasn't right. Mark wasn't supposed to be home yet.

You grabbed your phone and began to pull yourself off the bed.

"Mark love are you okay?" You screamed to him. If he was coming to you something had to be very wrong. Something in your somach was telling you this was all very wrong.

"I just need you. I need you so bad. Please." His voice was airy, but less strained this time like he had just gotten a boost of energy out of nowhere.

You reached your hand toward the doorknob of your bedroom and froze. Your phone buzzed. Mark had just texted you. You clicked on the message your breath speeding up as you did.

Mark: You need to get out of the house right now.

Your heart rate began to pick up. You could feel it hammering in your ear. You were fucked.

"Babe. Please open the door I need you right now please." The fake Mark began again he was closer to the door now maybe standing directly in front of it.

Mark: The duplicates they went to my house

Mark: They might come to your apartment

Mark: You need to leave NOW

You couldn't pretend like you weren't there he had already heard your voice. You needed to buy yourself time. If you could make it to the bathroom attached to your room you could maybe make it out of the window. You couldn't out run him. Time all you needed was time.

"Mark hun I'm gonna grab a towel for your injuries and then I'll be right there for you okay." You were walking toward the bathroom now. You're rushing as much as you can. He still thinks you're worried about him you running shouldn't throw him off to much.

"Who just texted you." His voice was normal now. Not normal like your Marks. It was scratchier and serious in a way that made a chill run down your spine.

"Just my mom. She wanted to check on me, you know with everythig going on right now." You were walkng into the bathroom now. You closed the bathroom door behind you and then locked the door.

Your hands were sweating as you grabbed on to the edge of the window sill. You were pushing the window up as far as you could while your arms were shaking.

You heard the door to your bedroom begin to creak open. He was getting closer. You needed to go now. You had finally opened the window as far enough for you to climb out. You hoisted yourself onto the window sill as you began to climb out head first out of the window.

All of a sudden you heard the sound of your bathroom door being ripped off the hinges. You were half way out the window and you tried for one last push to get out when a hand grabbed your leg.

"As much as I appreciate the view you're gonna have to get your ass back in here. Baaaabe." His grip tightened on your leg as you felt yourself be pulled back into the window.

As soon as you saw him you understood. There was no way he could have convinced you he was your Mark if you had seen his face. He had shaved his head into a mohawk and had grown a soul patch as well. His eyes had dark spots under them that your mark didn't have either.

You were laying flat on your back while he held one of your legs off the ground. He was staring down at you with a crazed look in your eye that your Mark would never have had.

"I could hear you you know. Every heartbeat, breath, and swallow. You were fucked before this had even started." He was smiling at you as he spoke he finally let go of your leg. You kicked at him as he finally let go of you and felt yourself be met with a brick wall. You knew Mark was strong, but never once in your life had you thought that you would have to be on this side of that strength.

"Are you gonna kill me." You finally asked as your voice shook. You needed to find a way around him, but he was completely blocking you into the corner of your bathroom.

"Now why would I do that gorgeous." He was floating a foot off the ground leaning down to mock you. "I mean look at you why would I leave such a fine specimen in this shit heap of a dimension."

You finally began to pull yourself up to fully standing. "I'm not going anywhere with you. You absolute psycho." Oh god this was gonna break Marks heart if he had to find your dead body. What was he going to tell your family?

His smile got even bigger if that was even possible. "oh well look at you a brave final front against the big scary monster huh." He suddenly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush against his body.

He pulled you in closer and his lips were on yours. He was rough like he was trying to fight you. He bit your bottom lip and you gasped in pain. He used your suprise and forced his tongue into your mouth.

If it was possible he pulled you closer like he was trying to swallow you into himself. He was like a man starved. You tried to push him off, but he was like a wall he didn't give. He reached one of his hands down to your waist and another up behind your head and pulled you even closer to him.

The edges around your eyes were starting to blur. You needed to breathe, but he didn't and he wouldn't let up it was like he couldn't breathe without you.

Finally he pulled his tongue out of your mouth a line of spit connecting his mouth to yours.

"God do you feel that can you feel how much I missed you babe more than anyone else." You could feel how much he missed you or whatever version of you he remembered. His hard on was pushing against your crotch solid and warm.

"I'm not your Y/N. I don't know you please just let me go." You were out of breath and could still feel your brain trying to come back online.

"That's okay. You'll get to know me I'm like your Mark, but so much better." He pulled the hand that was on your head forward and began holding your face.

Through the window some weird robot floated in.

"Really Angstrom you couldn't have picked a better time." He was angry now gritting his teeth before he finally let you go.

"I'll be back for you don't you worry." And then you were all alone in your bathroom with a broken door shaking all over. You finally collapsed on your knees. God you hope Mark killed all of those fuckers.

[incrtz]

How many times will it take..?

Part One

Pairing ⋆ sick! gojo x past lover! reader

Summary ⋆ You and Gojo have a past, but you still dislike him. ‘Unfortunately’, The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer managed to get sick & Yaga asks you to look after him. Will you & Gojo finally make it official?

Warnings ⋆ Smut, 18+ topics (MDNI), NSFW, flirty! gojo, grumpy! reader, rough, hate sex, condescending! gojo, cannon jjk world, younger gojo & geto.

Word Count ⋆ 2,492

I groan as I'm called into Yaga's office, taking a seat in front of his desk whilst I wait for him to 'bless' me with his presence. God I hate this old man, he thinks he's above everyone else. Such an ass. "Ah, (Y/N). I need a favour." Yaga says as he enters, his cold eyes narrowing down at me. "Hm?" I hummed, putting my hands on the back of my neck.

"I need you to watch over Satoru today. He's ill, and I don't need any unwanted visits." He slowly sat in his chair, his eyes dark, intently looking at me. I groaned, "Seriously old man? I have to babysit a grown man. Well, he is practically a man-child. He’s so insufferable." I spoke, my voice laced with annoyance. "Yes. Respect your elders (L/N)." He copied my annoyed tone. "Fine. Don't be surprised if he suddenly stops breathing." I stood up, "When do I have to go?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Now. Preferably until he's no longer ill." He states the obvious, I was just hoping I'd get some alone time first. I walk out the door and start taking slow but purposeful steps towards Satoru’s room. Satoru and I aren't... The best of acquaintances. Although it is mostly one sided, all he does is flirt with me and tease me. We've always been like that though, I've known him since birth.

You see, my eyes have a similar look to Satoru’s. It's quite infuriating since we're always matching, you know with the blindfold. The only difference in our eyes is that mine are green. I do really admire his looks though, he's extremely attractive don't get me wrong but... His personality pisses me off so much. He's the adult embodiment of a newborn child. He always acts immature, cracking silly jokes always at the wrong times, bragging about his abilities, his over-confidence. I hate it, but it's so attractive at the same time.

I have, basically the opposite abilities to him. I can warp reality, making physical laws meaningless, bypassing his infinity by rewriting the rules that govern his space. I also have a domain expansion that cancels out his abilities, well. I can totally control my domain expansion, as one of my abilities. I can decide what works and what doesn't, so simply putting Satoru in my domain expansion would render him useless. Although I have a few weaknesses.

…

Once I arrive at his door, I don't bother knocking and I just let myself in. I’m… familiar with his apartment, so I kick my shoes off at the door and head to his bedroom door, also letting myself in without a knock.

"Oh? (Y/N)? Missing me sweetheart?" He plasters a grin across his face as I shut the door behind me. I ignore his annoyingly attractive voice and look for a place to sit, his room is a mess. I take a seat on the edge of his desk chair and kick my shoes off. "Awww, are you here to take care of me." He pouts teasingly, I tilt my head backwards at him, folding my arms. "Yes. Orders from Yaga." I kick my legs up on his cluttered desk, turning my head back to the mirror sat ontop of the wooden surface. "Yaga." He tuts, "He's such a tease." He grins at me in the reflection of the mirror, his half naked body peaking through the covers.

I keep my eyes distracted, scanning the mess-ridden desk. I hate that I find him attractive, the thought of ever being with him genuinely drives me to jump off a bridge. "Come here gorgeous, you know I never have my Infinity on around you." He provokes me, pulling the covers over to create a space next to him. "No. You're ill. And frankly, I'd rather die." I lie through my teeth.

"Mm, that's not what you wanted last week." He teases, reminding me of last weeks events. We had a party, we got drunk and slept together. That was all. "We're adults. It was a one night stand." I retort, my mind preoccupied by the trash littered across his desk.

Satoru rolls his eyes, slipping further under the covers as he sinks deeper into his matress, "Don't wake me up." He grumpily tells me. "Wasn't planning on it." I mumble, reaching into my pocket to pull my phone out, kicking my legs off the desk and crossing them over each other.

…

He conked out for hours, snoring my ears to sleep until a rude banging filled my now awake ears. I turn my head to Satoru’s bed, he’s still snoozing. I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh before standing up from his desk chair, striding over to the door. My eyes meet his dark-brown orbs, “Oh thank god. I thought you were Yaga.” I sigh in relief, leaving the door open to let him follow me in. As I turn around suddenly, Satoru perks up. As if he’d been faking sleeping.

“There’s the patient.” Suguru chuckles a little, shutting the door behind him as he clambers over the messy floor to sit on the corner of Satoru’s bed. I look at him, “Can I go out for a bit? Is it ok to leave you to look after him… I can’t stand the sight of this room anymore.” I tap my foot on the floor as I wait for Suguru’s response. “Sure. I have somewhere to go in around an hour though, so don’t be too long.” He nods, reassuring me. “Aww, I’ll miss you.” Satoru winks at me. I scoff and shrug off his flirtatious behaviour, turning on my heels to the door instead.

…

I sluggishly lift my aching neck up, rubbing it as I look around the unfamiliar room. Oh yeah, I’m looking after Satoru. I turn my head back to his bed, he looks like he’s asleep. So I stand up and grab my airpods from my pocket, sticking one in my left ear to play my music. I look disappointedly at the floor, deciding to tidy his room up a little. I toss a few empty packets into a trash bag, rearranging some pieces of furniture and putting the clothes that were previously littered among the trash in the laundry. As I stood up, I felt a hard wall collide with my back, I knit my eyebrows together before feeling two hands slither around my waist. “Cleaning up? You’re not a butler.” He tells me as he lazily presses his chin against the top of my scalp. I press my head back, his chin falling to my forehead before he turns down at me, “Tired, love?” He coos, his breath brushing against my skin as his fingers squeeze my hips.

I sigh, lifting my head and readjusting the airpod in my ear. “Can I listen?” He tilts his head at me. I hesitate, “Fine.” I hum, as he slides his hands off my waist. He acts like we’re a goddamn couple sometimes. I fish in my pocket for my airpods, handing him the right-ear one. He smirks in approval and leaves the bedroom, dismissing himself to the bathroom temporarily. I’m assuming he brushed his teeth or something. Once he re-enters the room, he sluggishly climbs back into his bed and looks over at his desk, his eyes scanning my body. “Will you get in the bed with me now?” I think he’s asking, but it sounds more like a command. And to be honest, I’m way too sleepy to argue with him.

I sigh and look at him, kicking my legs off the desk chair. I crawl up his bed and into the sheets. "Ok. Now shut up." I said and leaned against the headboard, just like he was. I feel too vulnerable around him, I fucking hate it. He makes me feel weak. "Oh there's those pretty eyes." He grinned, ignoring my comment on his room, leaning his hand up, slipping my jaw inbetween his thumb and pointer finger.

This is the exact reason why Yaga needs to stop pairing us to do things together.

He grabs my waist, gripping it tightly as his mouth dominates mine. I have a feeling he was just lying about being sick, just as a ruse to get me in his bed. "I've been thinking about you all week." He groaned into the kiss, his hand slipping to my thigh and pulling it over him. I feel his erection on my leg, that's when my mind goes completely blurred, fuck his cock is so big, almost too big.

I give in to all of my instincts and climb on top of him, straddling his hips as he kissed me. He drops his other hand to my waist, firmly pressing me down to make sure I feel his hard-on. He smirks on my lips, bucking his hips into mine slightly. I whimper quietly, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth.

His hand slides up to my back as he flips us over, pinning me to the bed. "Do you want me, baby girl?" He pulls away from our kiss, a string of saliva lingers between our mouths as he presses his forehead against mine. "Mm, you know I do, Satoru~" I seductively whisper his name, that seems to fuel him.

He reconnects our lips as his fingers fiddle with my shirt, yanking it off me in one swift motion. Then, his fingers press on the waistband of my pants. "I want you to beg for me, (Y/N)." He pulls his mouth off mine. "Behave yourself. Just fuck me already, Satoru." I bite my lip up at him, leaning my face to catch his bottom lip between my teeth. His lips curl into a smirk between my teeth, his hand sliding up from my waist to my neck, wrapping his long fingers around it.

Frankly, I have no idea what I'm doing or saying right now. This goes against everything I agreed to myself. And, we both still have our airpods in. Coincidentally, Monster, by Lady Gaga is playing. I smirk up at him as my eyes travel down his mostly-naked body. His white, Calvin Kleins hanging loosely on his hips as his outline becomes clearly visible.

"Mm, Satoru~ please… Please fuck me." I hum, his eyes darken as he looks down at me. He moves back and pulls my pants off, his fingers reaching for my panties. He slips his fingers in my underwear, gliding them over my core, "Mm, you're all wet for me baby." He hums, pressing his fingers inbetween my slick folds, slipping the tip of his middle finger into my hole. I whimper quietly, watching him as he pleasures me gently. He pulls his fingers out and grabs the elastic of my panties, pulling them off.

He smirks and looks down at my naked body, "Ah. Look at you, all pretty & ready for me." He teases, moving back over me. His bare chest presses on mine as he connects our lips again, I smirk and lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him into me, his cock pressing on my pussy. "Ah~, fuck (Y/N)." He moans into my lips, his hand reaching down to his boxers. He pulls them down, grabbing his lengthy dick. He rubs his tip against my wetness, groaning into my mouth as he does. "You gonna take my cock like a good girl?" He pulls away from the kiss, looking down at me. I bite my lip and nod, spreading my legs further to give him better access.

He licks his lips, "Mm, I wanna watch your pretty little face as I fuck you." He tells me before pushing his full length into my hole. My eyes flutter, digging my nails into his back as he starts thrusting into me, at a rough pace. The sound of the headboard slamming on the wall, my moans and our skin smacking against each other fills the room, my back arching with each thrust. "Mm fuck, it's like your pussy was made for me." He grunts as he keeps his pace, roughly slamming into me.

After a few more thrusts I feel his dick throb inside of me, leaking out precum as I clench my walls on his length, my whimpers getting louder. He groans in pleasure, before he slides his hand up to my face, slipping his fingers into my mouth. "Not too loud, gorgeous." I roughly suck on his fingers they slip down my throat, his lewd groans burn in my ears as he reaches his climax. His abs tense as he comes to his orgasm, he slips his dick out of me and jerks it slowly, his seed releasing on my lower stomach in thick rope as I finish with him, his name rolling off my tongue in a whimper.

After a few more heavy breaths he stands up, pulling his boxers back up before disappearing into the bathroom. In an attempt to regain my composure, I begin to steady my breathing, closing my legs. He returns a couple seconds later, with some wet tissue, "Wanna know a secret?" He asks me as he presses the tissue on my stomach.

"Mm?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I'm not sick.”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[brights-place]

Hi, Bright! I know I haven't requested in a while but I wanted to revisit your amazing writing. I'm sick as hell at the moment and would love some romantic comfort from Jade, Malleus, and oddly enough Mettaton--

Thank you so much, my friend! Have an amazing day! *Off I go to die of a headache and possible fever- 😭

[TWST + UNDERTALE] Jade & Malleus & Mettaton x Sick! Reader (separate) Warnings: Fluff, Romantic comfort, Sick! reader, illness, vomiting, cursing, JADE LEECH A/N: HELLO!! I hope you do get better lovely! Make sure to rest, eat and drink properly and divider credits to @/murahaul I also think I half assed these tbh because I paused midway through having to head out before coming back to write these BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM?! especially mettaton cause I haven't ever written for him but I loved his character in the game soo much

Summary: Romantic comfort from Jade, Malleus, and oddly enough Mettaton

- Jade would 100% smile at you entertained at how pathetic you look

- For Merpeople they don't get sick, unlike humans.

- However, they can be infected if they come across a sick land dweller and can spread it to other Merpeople but it would be gone like it never existed

- Since Jade was transformed into a human he would get sick every now and then but would have quite a great immune system after awhile but here he was hovering over your bed staring down at you

- Your body laid in bundle of blankets red faced and tired with sweat dripping from your temple staring up to your boyfriend who smiled down on you

- "My I can get Azul to-" "Jade... I will throttle you if you try to get me to sign a contract to get better" "It was only just a suggestion"

- Silence filled the room as the door closed leaving you to sigh thinking you were left alone before hearing the door open again with Jade holding up a drink and some medication

- The whole time Jade would tease you as he helped you sit up drink water and take care of you as you were sick

- Jade sighed as he cupped your face a unfamillar softness in his eyes as he spoke "You know-" "Jade I swear-" your hand reached out to cover your mouth gagging causing Jade to quickly get a bucket and place it near your bed patting your back as he winced at how you spewed your guts into the bucket.

- He tilted his head checking her forehead lips pursed “you're burning up.” he sighed before after giving you more water to drink pampering you

- He pushed you onto your back and made sure you were completely covered and comfortable

- As you laid in bed, your face staring at the ceiling muttering a small thank you, Jade smiled softly sitting by your side taking care of you with the softest of smiles his sharp teeth peeking out as he giggled at how you slapped his hand away once more when he went to squish your face

- Fae's have a strong immune system so getting sick was quite rare so with how he was hovering over you worrying over small coughs, or slight sniffle, has him looking at you with slight panic yet kept on trying to persuade to heal you yet he was always met with you bapping his face

- Malleus hummed as he was poking your cheek with his clawed nail for a couple seconds watching your face squish as you whined tiredly

- "Are you dying?" "No I'm sick" "Oh..."

- unfortunately the flu in twisted wonderland was something that you haven't adapted to so here you were laying in bed

- You felt so cold body shivering even under the blankets sweat clinging onto your skin yet at the same time your entire body was overheating

- Malleus paused as he stared down at your face before speaking "Child of man I can help you by-" "If you try to use magic on me Malleus I swear to fucking god that I will shake your shoulders aggressively" A small hum came from malleus waving off his partners threat

- After bothering silver to learn how to take care of sick people absolutely ignoring lilia is offering to make you soup so here was the dragon fae smiling at you

- Malleus regularly wakes you up between naps giving you an apologetic look handing you a soup that he was given by Silver for you as he sat with you playing with your hair smiling softly before flinching at how you nearly sneezed onto him as he vanished from his spot to the other side of you seeing how you sneezed at where he was

- Lightning hitting the background as he stared at you "*sniff* sorry" "How come your sneeze sent off my senses... Child of man how do you do that"

- He does everything in his path to keep your fever down

- He checks up on you constantly hand to check your temperature while pressing cold towers on your body and giving you water to drink handing you your medication as he caressed your hair slightly enjoying the fact of taking care of you..

- Mettaton would also be staring at you with a baffled expression the moment you did a dad sneeze face contourting into disgust. He's a robot with a soul he doesn't get sick but oh god...

- "Honey... Sorry I feel abit sick..." A cough came from your throat rolling on your side staring at your partner as he bent down and smiled lifting up your chin with his finger at your flushed and sweaty face "Awww your so cute-" You smiled lazily at him before Mettaton noticed how you sniffled mouth opening slightly before he darted to the other side of the room when he heard the loud noise of another sneeze

- The way his soul left his robot shell was crazy at the fact you nearly sneezed on HIM yeah he stepped back staring at you hands up before changing into his Initial form rolling away

- You couldn't help but sigh laying your head back onto your bed too cold yet too hot heaving tiredly before you fell asleep

- A sudden softness was placed on your forehead causing your body to twitch opening your eyes, your vision unblurred seeing a certain black haired male with pink streaks staring at you

- "You look beautiful" your voice croaky as he smirked posing "awww even when your sick you praise me I mean who wouldn't-" he froze before helping you sit up to drink some water when reminding himself of how you were the one that needed to be pampered

- He couldn't help but sigh "Human are so weak" he smiled pecking your cheek as you relaxed at the cold metal that touched your cheek before he pulled away

- Mettaton sighed dramatically checking your temperature with worry not knowing a wretched feeling came from your throat as you covered your mouth before reaching out with shaky heads to the bucket beside you which Mettaton had to help console you by rubbing your shoulders as he winced at the noises of things hitting the bucket

- Handing you a glass cup Mettaton sighed applying one more kiss on your cheek noting down that he'd still have to get the hang of a human partner

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The quints being fed up with the fire bunch's antics because they're very important to me.

"Have I ever told you fire ghouls are the bane of my existence ?" Omega hums conversationally, carefully wrapping Alpha's sprained wrist. Aether glances up from where he's wiping the blood off Ifrit's forehead, half smile pulling at his lips.

"No, but please, elaborate."

"Well, you see," Omega sighs, handing Phantom tweezers so they can take out the glass shards stuck in Dew's forearm, "they have this habit of roughousing anytime, anywhere, no matter what's around them-"

"Even in the kitchen," Phantom adds sagely, tutting disapprovingly at every low hiss from Dew each time another piece of what used to be a cookie jar is extracted from his flesh. Aether nods, tilting a bashful Ifrit's head this way and that, making sure he hasn't missed any cuts.

"Mmh, true. And sometimes, they kind of forget how strong they are," Aether sighs, with a weighted glance at Ifrit, holding his jaw firmly to stop him from flinching away from the sting of antiseptic, "leading them to throw a glass jar at their fellow ghoul hard enough for it to shatter on said fellow ghoul arm-"

"I thought Dew would catch it !" Ifrit whines, lower lips jutting out in a frankly adorable pout.

"How the fuck was I suppose to catch that, you threw a meteor at me dude, I finally got to feel what dinosaurs felt before going extinct-" Dew protests, yelping when his agitation earns him a slap on the wrist from Phantom.

Alpha snickers.

"If you had just shared the cookies with me like I politely asked, none of this would have happened."

Aether raises an eyebrow, sharing a glance with Omega above the rim of their respective glasses. "Politely", yeah right. They don't even need Dew's indignant splutter to know that's bullshit.

"Motherfucker you sprained your wrist trying to rip the jar from Ifrit's arm ! He wouldn't even had thrown it at me in the first place if you hadn't jumped him !"

Phantom huffs, rolling their eyes as they apply steri strips on Dew's cuts, before handing them to Aether so he can do the same with Ifrit's forehead.

"And how did you end up with those, then ?" Aether inquires, pushing Ifrit's hair out of the way, the light touch to his scalp instantly making the fire ghoul's tail wag despite the pink crawling up his cheek.

Alpha snorts.

"He whacked his head against the table's corner trying to pick up the broken glass, then slipped and fell face first in said broken glass."

"You're fucking lucky it's only a few shallow cuts," Aether grumbles, inspecting his work as Ifrit rests his chin on his sternum, arms coming to wrap around his middle with an apologetic chirp. Alpha's still snickering despite Dew's attempts to kick him.

"I wouldn't act so smug, Al," Omega points out, "it's your right wrist, it's going to be a pain in the ass to navigate for a few days."

Dew sneers at the oldest fire ghoul from where he managed to wrap his legs around Phantom's waist while they were working on his arm.

"Good luck jerking off, asshole."

Alpha only shrugs, taking a hold of Omega's belt buckle to drag him closer.

"I know it's a foreign thought for you, but you don't necessarily need your own hand to get off, right, Megs ? You'd know it if you got any bitches, Dewy."

It's Ifrit's turn to snort.

"At least we don't have a stick so far up our asses we'd rather get our guts rearranged than have a conversation about feelings-"

"I'll rearrange your guts, kit, not in the fun way I'm warning you-"

"All bark no bite," Dew sing-songs.

"Enough !" Omega snaps, looking as exhausted as Aether feels, pinching the bridge of his nose. Phantom, face in their hand, is probably regretting ever deciding to join the other quints at the infirmary.

"If you three disasters of hellborn beings don't pull yourself together, I swear I will have you picking up extra chores, I'm not kidding," Omega warns, glaring a the three ghouls mopping on their respective seats, "now get out of here and be mindful of your injuries. I better not hear of a single commotion you were part of, understood ?"

Grumbling agreements, the three fire ghouls get up, dragging their feet. Ifrit takes the time to nuzzle Aether's shoulder, mumbling soft thanks and pressing a kiss right under his jaw, Dew tussles Phantom's hair affectionately, and even Alpha grumpily presses his forehead to Omega's before leaving.

They barely crossed the infirmary's threshold, though, that the three quints can clearly hear Alpha laughing.

"Ifrit looks like he fought with a box of band aids and lost."

"I'll kick your ass."

"Bite him while you're at it."

"Come at me baby fires, i'll wipe the floor with you two-"

The sighs Phantom let out comes straight from their soul. Omega, deadpaning, takes his glasses off, mimicked by Aether, who's now daydreaming of his bed.

"Bane of my fucking existence."

[love-quinn]

— DEGREES OF SEPARATION

summary — they say each person is only six degrees of separation away from any other person. you’ve just dumped patrick and unbeknownst to you, he’s a lot closer to your new boyfriend than six degrees.

warnings — told mostly from patrick's pov, sex is explicitly mentioned (no smut is written), swearing, patrick being a cocky bastard, mentions of male masturbation (in both the contexts of pat and art), implied that patrick does not give head 16+

pairing — art donaldson x fem!reader, patrick zweig x fem!reader (formerly), canon compliant artrick

pronouns — she/her, reader is referred to as a “girlfriend”

word count — 2.7k

note — i have truly the most amount of art donaldson fics in my drafts, i'm slowly getting through and trying to write them all. this was meant to be a silly little thing but i accidentally made it serious my bad. also lowkey reader isn't in this much, also i switch tenses like nobody's business.

Patrick has no idea what it is about you, but he’s starting to hate you a little bit. 

You were nowhere near the first girl he's dated, you weren’t even his longest relationship. Sure, he prefers not to bother himself with actual relationships, he likes the casualty of just hooking up with someone just fine. Having to be a boyfriend requires a lot of mental energy that Patrick typically reserves for tennis and chain smoking.

He didn’t mind putting in the effort when the two of you were together. You were pretty low-maintenance, he’d go up to Stanford every few months anyway, at least when he was dating you he didn’t have to sleep on the floor. He got to see his best friend, play tennis with someone competent, get some ass and all he had to do was call you once every few days. He didn’t even mind it, he liked talking to you.

Then, of course, you’d dumped him and now he was right back where he started.

He had been at your dorm, he’d spent the last few hours with you between his legs and then he’d gotten a text from Art asking if he’d wanted to hang out. Patrick wasn’t exactly going to say no, Art didn’t even really know he was seeing something. That had apparently pissed you off enough that you’d let him go without even making a comment about how you hadn’t had a turn yet. You’d messaged him an hour later telling him that you didn’t want to see him anymore and that you were keeping the half ounce he’d left in your room in his haste to leave.

It was fine. He got to regale Art with stories of the two of you, not bothering to mention that you were the same girl as six months earlier and that you had been the only girl in that time. 

He almost felt like he had to share every detail of the more intimate parts of your relationship with Art. Art wasn’t fucking anyone, at least not with the regularity that Patrick was (even when the two of you were long distance), he was probably getting some sort of a kick out of hearing about it anyway.

Now, four months later, and things have been flipped on their head.

Patrick isn’t adverse to change; if anything, he thrives in the chaos of change. If things are always changing then Patrick always has a way to have the upper hand. He doesn’t quite feel like he has the upper hand anymore.

He’s on Art’s bed, trying to roll himself a cigarette without getting too much tobacco on Art’s sheets. Art’s at practice, he doesn’t even know that Patrick is here, that he’s used the spare key attached to his keyring to get in, but he’s not going to give a shit. The window’s shaky, but Patrick’s able to shove it open. 

When Art comes in, Patrick’s shoved half the shit off his desk to make enough room to perch on it so he can stick his hand out in the air. Art doesn’t even give it a second glance. “I wouldn’t sit there.”

“I’m sure your textbooks will live,” Patrick waves him off. He picked that side because it had the least amount of dust on it.

Art dumps his stuff on the floor, shaking out his duvet from Patrick’s mess. “I didn’t get the chance to…” he struggles to hold back a smirk as he deliberately avoids looking at his friend’s face; he wants to seem as nonchalant as Patrick always does. “Disinfect it.” He settles.

Patrick hops off the desk, scrubbing the backs of his thighs. “Dude, what the fuck?”

Art looks sufficiently pleased with himself. “Okay, you can’t talk. I was in a hurry.”

Patrick was thoroughly enjoying grilling his best friend. “You have a bed right there. You couldn’t do it there?”

Art didn’t say anything. Patrick dropped his cigarette out the open window from laughing so hard. 

It takes less than a week for Patrick to realise that Art has a girlfriend and that the event back in his dorm wasn’t a one time thing. It was to be expected, Art did always have a harder time letting go than Patrick did. Patrick doesn’t even have to open his mouth before Art is shutting down the unasked question they’re both thinking; no, you cannot meet her.

It doesn’t matter that Art’s hiding you from him though, because he posts about you constantly. Patrick doesn’t use FaceBook a whole lot, and neither did Art really. But Art decides that there’s something about you that decides he needs to take photos of you.  He even considers buying a fancy digital camera but he doesn’t quite have a hundred bucks to drop on one. He settles for his phone camera, which takes blurry but glowing pictures of you in any scenario you let him; photos of you hunched over a spiral notebook with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, of you mid-sip with a smoothie in your hand. Then, as part of Art’s cover photo, a photo of you in a sundress that would’ve undoubtedly had Patrick excusing himself multiple times to the closest bathroom if he’d had the pleasure of seeing it in person. 

Patrick’s scrolling absent-mindedly as he stands outside of Art’s lecture hall when he first sees it. There’s an entire folder on his Facebook dedicated just to you, and he spends the remaining forty minutes of Art’s lecture going through each and every one.

Art finally comes down the stairs and sees Patrick, head between his knees on a metal bench trying to avoid the glare from the sun. “We going?”

Patrick looks up so fast he hears something in his neck align itself. “Yeah.” They had plans to hit the court after Art’s last class. “Just let me go piss first.” Patrick shoves his phone in his pocket and ducks off to the nearest bathroom.

While he’s in there, Art decides to give you a call. He apologised profusely when he brought up Patrick’s arrival earlier in the week. His nose had found your jawline and he’d kissed along the sharp line. “My friend’s coming to visit, I never see him, so I’m probably gonna spend the week with him if that’s okay?”

You’d nodded, palm of your hand on the top of his head, twirling a select few of his curls around your fingers. “Of course, honey.”

He’d pressed a kiss right under your jawline. “Jus’ don’t want you to think I’m trying to leave you for him.”

You hummed and he felt it deep in his chest. “I appreciate that,” you said honestly. Your mind flashed back to texts from Patrick; sorry, not coming. going out. tomorrow? It had honestly been easier to get ahold of Patrick when he wasn’t on your college campus. “You have your own life, though. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Art looked up at you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Not worried,” he corrected gently. “Just thinking of you. Want to make sure we’re on the same page. He’s really important to me but also…” he trailed off.  “He’s my best friend. He’s also a massive asshole. So, I guess I wanted to kind of just… lay it out there,” he laughed. That was the thing about Art. Things that were weighing heavily on his chest would sometimes bubble up with so much force they would bring something else with them. Most of the time, it was laughter. “That I don’t want him to ruin the way you think of me, so I am going to be spending most of this week keeping him away from you.”

You’d laughed at the time and then leaned down and let him kiss you. You’d let him do more than that, too, but then you’d had to run to make it to your afternoon lecture on time. 

You don’t answer but he does get a text a few minutes later, got an essay, want to get a head start. love u, which he sends a heart back to. 

When Patrick gets back from the bathroom, he finds Art smiling down at his phone. “That your girlfriend?” he asks, leaning over to try and see Art’s text history. Art pulls his phone away.

“Stop,” he pushes him. 

Patrick blows out a puff of air, bumping into Art as the two of them walk side by side. “I just don’t get why you won’t let me see her,” he says casually, as if he doesn’t have every inch of your body completely memorised. “I want to see what she looks like.”

“I don’t want you picturing her,” Art says. “You’re not allowed to see her. You’re not allowed to imagine her, and no, you’re not allowed to meet her.”

Art wasn’t the boss of him. Fuck Art. If Patrick wants to imagine you then who is Art to stop him?

Over the next week, Art does his due diligence in not revealing a single important thing about you to Patrick, and it’s driving him crazy. It’s not like Patrick doesn’t know this information, it’s not like Patrick needs to see a photo of you to remember the way your mouth tilts up when he says something stupid. He wants Art to be the one to show you. He wants to see you through Art’s eyes.

He sees traces of you through Art’s spaces. There’s a sticker on his water bottle that he knows was a gift from you. A pink spiral notebook is nestled amongst Art’s books for his classes. There’s clean bedsheets. That’s enough to know that Art has an external influence. 

He doesn’t like this. He’s never been in this situation before. He’s always felt ahead of Art, better at tennis, better with girls. He’s not stupid, he knows how Art would always listen to Patrick’s stories, rapt with attention, half-hard down the phone line. He liked that. He was the one in control.

He liked being that way with you too. You’re soft, you’re sweet, you’re sunshine incarnate and he wanted to ruin you. Ruin you for anyone else, to be the only guy who’s ever been in your bed. Doesn’t even matter that he wasn’t your first. He liked that you don’t play tennis, or that you don’t care when he calls you. He liked you, and he couldn’t have you.

Why the fuck was Art allowed to? 

It’s gnawing at him. For the first time in the six or so years they’ve known each other, slept beside each other, been alive together, Art has something that Patrick wants. And he doesn’t even give a shit. 

It’s the way that Art doesn’t even have to try. You’ve blocked him on FaceBook, but Art posts you often. You like it – being admired. It wasn’t something you got from your last boyfriend. There were a lot of things you didn’t get from Patrick. Good morning texts, soft compliments, his hands exactly where you liked them. 

With Art it’s like everything fell so completely into place. 

The game goes by quickly; Patrick’s not feeling it. He lets Art win. They go back to Art’s dorm as it’s getting dark and Patrick is sitting again on Art’s desk, pointedly not thinking about the image of Art on his knees with you sitting prettily amongst Art’s things. 

Patrick’s smoking, barely trying to get the smoke out the window, blowing it out in lazy sighs. The tension in the air is so thick Art has to wade through it to reach his friend. Patrick tries to think of something to say that isn’t accusatory, but it’s hard when he’s sitting where you once sat. 

Patrick’s never been a yeller, especially not with Art. He’s never had to be. Art’s easy. But now, swirled in bitterness and smoke, he wants to start. To ask him how it feels to have everything he wants and to have it so well. The girl, the ease, the warmth. The love Patrick never realised he wanted. 

“What’s wrong?” Art dumps his stuff on the floor but he has the good graces to do it in a corner where it won’t be in the way. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m not,” Patrick snaps, sniffing. He feels like he’s going to explode. 

Art rolls his eyes. He doesn’t take it to heart but he doesn’t let Patrick get away with either. “Either stop sulking or tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why the hell won’t you let me meet her?”

Patrick realises, with humiliating force, that he wants Art to introduce you because he knows you’ll never let him in the same room as you otherwise. This is his only shot. 

Art’s tone flips from casual to cautious. “What?”

“What, for the first time in our lives, you have a girlfriend I haven’t met?” Patrick drops his still-lit cigarette out the window, not bothering to look as it falls down six floors. “You don’t expect me to think that’s weird? You won’t even show me a picture.”

Art watches him the whole time. When he finally speaks, Patrick doesn’t expect him to sound so annoyed. His voice is low, monotone, and unfamiliar. “Because I’m not using her to make you feel better. She’s not a fucking trophy for you to look at whenever you want. I know you Patrick. You want to look at her so you can count all the ways that you could have done better. Because you can’t handle me having something just for myself.” Art got really close. “I’m not sharing.”

Something shifts between them in a way Patrick dreads. Art’s right, of course. Patrick, even now, has never viewed you as anything more than something to have. And right when Patrick needed it the most, he just let Art win 

It’s not about ego, not anymore. He doesn’t want to control you. Make you miserable as long as you’re his. You’re the first person in his life that Patrick wants to give everything to, To wake up beside, to share smiles with, to have the liberty of thinking about every second that he damn well wants to. 

“It’s not that serious,” he says placatingly. He knows how to appease Art, how to flip his anger into amusement. “Come on, there’s a couple hundred girls at this school, she’s just one of ‘em.” His chest hurts. 

“That’s the thing, Patrick.” Art rubs his temples. “She’s not. And I’m not going to let you in my head, fucking me up, fucking us up, for whatever reason you want to. I love you, man.” He steps forward, putting a hand on Patrick’s shoulder. He rubs a comforting line along the curve of Patrick’s neckline. “But this one’s different. She’s mine.”

Patrick wonders what it’s like for you; to date Art so soon after being with him. They’re pretty similar - do you hate that? Two sides of the same coin, two sides of the same dorm room. Fire and ice. Which is which?

When you see Art’s MRTA shirt do you think of Patrick’s hat with the same emblem? When Art took you to see The Devil Wears Prada did it end with you on his lap in the back of the theatre the same way it did when you’d gone to see the new X-Men? When he kissed you did he taste like the cigarettes you hated so much? Did you mind it, coming from Art?

“I’m happy for you, Art,” Patrick says instead. Art has everything Patrick’s ever wanted, and of course he’s happy for him. But for the first time, Patrick feels like he’s lost something. Something that he maybe didn’t realise he wanted until it was gone. He can’t tell what he’s missing more. You or Art.

At least Art can bear to be in the same room as him. And if Art’s as serious as he seems to be, eventually you’ll have to as well. It’s not much, but he’ll take what he can get. 

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jack Howl - Night Sky Chiffon Vignette

What's with that weird rule?

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Riddle: Now then, Deuce, let's get to it. Would you paint the walls with the colors of the night sky?

Deuce: Yes, sir, Housewarden!

Riddle: Once those preparations are completed, we'll use the wall as a night sky backdrop and set a multitude of lanterns aloft.

Kalim/Jack/Deuce: Yeah! / Yes, sir!

Jack: Okay, time to draw the picture of lanterns flying in the night sky.

Jack: For now, I have to figure out where the lanterns'll go. If I base it off the dimensions of the picture we're working off of…

Deuce: What are you doing, Jack? Why're you striking a weird pose with your thumbs and index fingers like that?

Jack: I ain't striking a pose! I'm trying to get an image of the whole picture by squaring it up.

Jack: If I do this, it'll be easier to figure out what size the lanterns should be drawn on the wall.

Jack: And that's how I realized…

Jack: All that dark blue you threw on the wall is painted a lot more vertical than the example we have to go off of.

Riddle: Indeed. I took that into account and make little marks where each lantern should be drawn.

Riddle: Could you draw an alight lantern at each of those little marks?

Jack: Right.

Jack: The paint colors I have here right now is red, blue, pink, yellow, and…

Jack: I guess I'll need orange if I'm going to draw some lanterns. I'll mix the red and yellow paint together.

[mixes paint]

Jack: That should be good enough. I'll start drawing the lanterns with yellow first…

[paint, paint]

Jack: Then I'll put on a layer of orange that I just made… Hey, that actually came out pretty good.

Riddle: You're right. The flame of the candle burning in the center of the lantern is shown well by the gradation you gave it.

Riddle: You've got some talent here. I had no idea you were so good at art.

Jack: Oh, no, I'm not good at it at all. All I really did was just scribble around with my siblings when I was a kid.

Jack: I more preferred to outside and move around, so I haven't really drawn much outside of my classes.

Riddle: You say you're not good at all… but I think you've done a good job.

Jack: Well, that's… probably because I've seen a bunch of lanterns before.

Jack: Not the ones that fly through the air, but I'm more talking about the ones that you'd use to go camping with.

Jack: When I was a kid, I'd find the flickering flames a little mesmerizing…

Jack: So I kinda just colored it like how I felt it was in my memories of back then.

Riddle: I see. So your observational skills are to thank for this completed picture, then.

Riddle: They do say that looking at the real object you are depicting leads to a good rough sketch of the subject… I feel as though I've learned something new.

Jack: The Princess of the Tower must've seen those strange lights flying in the sky once a year every year on her birthday...

Jack: And used those observations to draw them like this on the wall. All the while, she's curious as to what those lights were.

Riddle: Indeed. Even while she had been locked up in the tower, I'm sure she allowed her imagination to keep growing.

Riddle: And that is something that is absolutely essential to a competent mage. We cannot allow ourselves to become complacent.

Jack: Right. Our imagination abilities should be getting a good workout by thinking of how the princess acted, or what she saw.

Jack: I ain't gonna leave anything half-done. Everything'll get done just as…

Jack: Hm? What just hit my cheek…? HEY, WHAT'S WITH THIS PAINT!?

Kalim: 'Kay, I'm gonna draw a lantern with this color next!

[splat]

Jack: Kalim-senpai, you're using too much paint! Plus, you're waving your hands around too much…

Jack: You were the one who just splattered paint on me, weren't you!?

Kalim: Eh, did the paint hit you!? Sorry, sorry!

Riddle: I am relieved that I thought to use protection magic before we started painting. This library was in danger of becoming covered in paint…

Jack: I don't really want to get paint on this uniform. I guess I'll work a little further away from Kalim-senpai.

Jack: Hmm, where's the next mark Riddle-senpai put up…? Ah, here it is. I'll draw a lantern here.

Jack: This little yellow dot looks like a paint splatter. Guess I'll paint over with the base blue color to fix that.

[paint, paint]

Deuce: …Hey, Jack! Did you just paint over the stuff I just drew!?

Jack: I was just gettin' rid of the paint splatter. Nothing worth getting upset about.

Deuce: That wasn't a paint splatter, it was there to show how the light's glinting!

Deuce: Plus, if you're gonna paint over something on the wall, you gotta use a bigger array of colors than what was originally there.

Jack: What's with that weird rule? Is that one of your Queen of Hearts' laws?

Jack: Besides, I'm gonna be painting a lantern that's got more than 3 colors. That should be enough, right?

Deuce: …Fine, then. Guess I'll go work over there.

Jack: Huh, he backed down pretty quickly. He was spouting all that nonsense of spray painting the walls earlier, too…

Jack: I feel like it's way too easy to imagine him doing something way too ridiculous.

Jack: Geez. Why's he gotta start talkin' bout stuff that only makes sense to a couple people?

[paint, paint]

Jack: Alright, that's the last lantern painted.

Riddle: It seems as though the number of the lanterns, as well as their placement have been painted according to the drawing. I'd like to think that it comes quite close to the reference, but…

Kalim: Don'tcha think the painting's a little boring?

Riddle: I don't think there's any reason to make it too extravagant. However, I do also feel as though there's something missing.

Deuce: Oh yeah, Jack did say something about how the wall art was a little too long compared to the drawing in the book.

Deuce: Maybe that means the margins are a little off...?

Deuce: I'm more worried that it doesn't look like a painting of lanterns flying through the night sky.

Deuce: More like… It feels it like the streetlights when I'm riding a blastcycle at night, or the lights from oncoming cars.

Kalim: I mean, the Princess didn't know the lights flying in the sky were lanterns, and just drew what she saw, right?

Deuce: Right… Then I guess this painting is good.

[Jack thinks]

Jack: No, wait, I have an idea.

[Library – Entrance Hall]

Deuce: Right… Then I guess this painting is good.

[Jack thinks]

Jack: No, wait, I have an idea.

Kalim/Deuce/Riddle: What idea?

Jack: Yeah, so, I'm gonna draw a mountain at the bottom of the painting.

Jack: I'll take blue and yellow, and then mix this paint together… Alright. Now I just gotta draw near the bottom of the painting…

[paint, paint]

Jack: …How's that?

Riddle/Deuce/Kalim: WOOOOOOAH!!

Deuce: The lights are flying. Before you added that, they just looked like streetlights and headlights to me!

Kalim: Yeah! The lanterns are really flying in the air! That's amazing, Jack!

Kalim: The mountain's a pretty dark and boring color… But because of that, the lantern's lights look even more brighter!

Deuce: Yeah, I see it now that you mention it… I think I can definitely understand why the Princess of the Tower would've longed to see them.

Jack: You guys are laying it on way too thick. All I did was kinda draw what felt like a mountain line and colored it in.

Deuce: Don't get all shy on us, c'mon. But man, it's really strange.

Deuce: The lantern's lights weren't touched at all… So why do the lanterns actually look like lanterns now?

Riddle: That's because we now have the added information that those lights are higher in the sky than the mountain line.

Riddle: In what we had depicted prior to this, there was no context clues to inform us that the dark blue portion of the drawing was the sky.

Riddle: That's why Deuce could see streetlights, or headlights.

Riddle: After all, abstract art can be viewed differently based on the person.

Jack: …I get it. Everyone understands that mountains are large, tall objects that are firmly on the ground.

Jack: So that's why just by drawing a mountain, we can conclude that the dark blue area is the sky, and that those lights are flying.

Deuce: Huh, what, you drew that without knowing that?

Jack: It's not like I get art or anything.

Jack: For me, it was just that I'm used to seeing scenery that's got mountains in the background. Whenever I look up at the sky, they're just always there in my field of vision…

Jack: So I just thought that maybe the reason why our painting felt like it was missing something was because it needed mountains, is all.

Riddle: Ah yes, you have mentioned that you come from the Shaftlands.

Riddle: That region is rather mountainous. This could only have been conceived by someone who sees mountainous landscapes on a more familiar basis.

Riddle: You also drew the light of the lanterns quite well. I marvel at your powers of observation, Jack.

Riddle: Perhaps I would do well to spend more time looking into things that are not just textbooks and reference books.

Kalim: Hey, Jack. You got any more good ideas?

Kalim: It's already lookin' so much better than before! So let's try and make it even more awesome!

Jack: Any more ideas…? Hmm, what if we drew trees on the mountain?

Jack: The colors'll be darker, 'cause it'll be more in the shadows, but I think that'll brighten the lighter colors more.

Kalim: Okay. Then I'll draw some trees around here.

Deuce: I'll draw them over here.

Riddle: I'll do the same here. Since Jack drew the mountain, we should pitch in and draw all the trees.

Riddle: Kalim, Deuce. Let us finalize this drawing with this.

Kalim/Deuce: Yeah! / Yes, sir!

[paint, paint]

Jack: …Looks like I got nothing to do, now. Guess I'll start putting away the paint we used up.

[clatter, clatter]

Jack: …......

[FLASHBACK]

Kalim: Yeah! The lanterns are really flying in the air! That's amazing, Jack!

[FLASHBACK]

Deuce: Yeah, I see it now that you mention it… I think I can definitely understand why the Princess of the Tower would've longed to see them.

[FLASHBACK]

Riddle: You also drew the light of the lanterns quite well. I marvel at your powers of observation, Jack.

Jack: Never thought there'd come the day I'd be getting showered in compliments just for drawing something.

Jack: …Right! Let's keep this up, and find our way out of here!

Requested by @farfalla049.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐭𝐨-𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

If Matias and I were lovers, it would have happened on the day a fierce blizzard hit Acroite.

The world was swallowed by white, and the snow lashing against my face burned like fire.

Even so, I tightened my arms around Emma, determined not to let go, holding her trembling body close.

Matias: "Emma, are you okay?"

Emma: "Yes. What about you, Prince Matias?"

Matias: "You don't need to worry about me. I've been through situations like this during military drills."

Matias: "That said, we can't just wander around like this. We need to find shelter from the snow."

Emma: "You're right."

She forced a smile, perhaps to keep me from worrying, but her complexion was as pale as ice.

Matias: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you along."

Emma: "Please don't apologize. I was the one who insisted on coming with you."

Emma: "Besides, the weather was clear when we left town. No one could've predicted this blizzard."

Matias: "No, I had a bad feeling about it. The clouds were moving strangely fast earlier, but I ignored it and got too excited about traveling with you. That was my mistake."

Matias: "If we make it back to the castle safely, you can punish me however you see fit."

Emma: "Punish you…?"

Before she could finish, a particularly strong gust of wind howled through the air.

I raised my hand to shield her face from the snow, but when my fingers brushed against her skin, it was alarmingly cold.

Matias: "You're freezing. Sorry for putting you through this."

Matias: "There should be a village up ahead. Once we get there, we can warm up with something—huh?"

Squinting through the storm, I caught a faint silhouette of what looked like a building in the distance.

Matias: "Could that be the village? No, at this point, it doesn't matter."

Matias: "Let's take shelter in that building up ahead. Just hold on a little longer, Emma."

The mansion we stumbled into showed no signs of life. No lights, no warmth.

Judging by its abandoned state, it had clearly been deserted for quite some time.

Matias: "I'll get the fireplace going. Just wait a moment."

Emma: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Matias: "I appreciate the thought, but save your strength."

Emma: "Got it."

Seeing her apologetic expression, I gently brushed my fingers against her cheek.

All I wanted was to hold her close and warm her up, but getting the fire started had to come first.

I broke down the rotting furniture for firewood, cutting smaller pieces into kindling with my knife.

Then, I struck the flint against a stone, igniting the frayed hemp rope and gently tending the flames until they grew steady.

Matias: "Alright, this should keep the fire from going out. Come here, Emma."

I guided her to the fireplace and wrapped my arms around her from behind, sharing my warmth.

Gently rubbing her ice-cold hands, I felt the color slowly return to her skin.

Emma: "Thank you. It's so warm."

Matias: "There's no need to thank me. A righteous man must protect others—that's our family's creed. But more than that, protecting the woman I love is simply what a man should do."

Matias: "I should've asked sooner, but are you hungry? I have some rations with me. Here."

I pulled some provisions from my coat and offered them to her, but she hesitated, looking troubled.

Matias: "Is something wrong?"

Emma: "I can't take your food. You need it more than I do."

Matias: "Don't worry about me. You've used up far more energy than I have."

Emma: "Then can we at least split it?"

Matias: "Alright, we'll share."

Matias: "You really are a cunning woman, Emma. How am I supposed to say no when you look at me like that?"

I broke the biscuit in half, and we shared it.

It wasn’t anything special, but in that moment, the plain wheat flavor tasted sweeter than anything.

Matias: "You're still shivering. Are you not warming up?"

Emma: "I'll be fine. Sitting by the fire will help soon enough."

Matias: "Still…"

I pulled her closer and immediately noticed something was off.

Matias: "Emma, don't tell me your clothes are wet?"

Emma: ".........."

She didn't answer, so I turned her toward me and touched the fabric beneath her coat.

Melted snow had seeped into her clothes, making the fabric cling to her skin.

Matias: "I should've noticed. I thought I'd shaken off all the snow."

Emma: "I think some slipped into my collar when I tripped earlier."

Emma: "It's okay. I feel warm like this, so—"

Matias: "No. If you stay like this, you'll keep losing body heat. The fire alone won't be enough to warm you up."

Matias: "I know this is asking a lot, but you should take off your wet clothes."

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3 ╎ Part 4

[hazzyking]

Blind Date

Summary: Rossi sets you up on a blind date with one of his coworkers

Warnings: age gap, misunderstanding, Aaron may or may not Profile youUnclear how reader knows Rossi Its not about him this time. The case is not important, some swearing, mentions of Hailey and Jack

Tag List {Comment to be added} : @tgskitten

"Hey, so I have this friend..." Rossi trailed off, and Hotch felt his jaw tighten.

"No..." Hotch firmly said, looking down at the shorter man.

"Hey, hear me out!" Rossi chuckled, following Hotch into his office. “She's cute, and she's been through a rough breakup. What's not to love?"

"Is she okay with a single widow who is never home?" Hotch said, his voice betraying the pain he tried to hide, shifting through papers like his dead wife was just something that added character. It's not that it didn't hurt... because fuck- it did. There were nights when he mistook Jack for a home invader, grateful his son never saw the gun in his hand when he'd turn the corner. "You didn't tell her," Hotch said, his eyes shifting to his friend. 

"That's not my business," Rossi said, leaning back in the seat. "How about- go on the date and see if you like her..."

"I dont want to see if I like her-"

"Hotch," Rossi spoke in a stern voice. "At least give it a shot." 

Hotch let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slacking with the exhale of breath. "Fine"

_____________

Aaron had arrived at the bar... late. He remembered Hailey would chastise him for it all the time.

But it came with the job... he told himself.

He had thought you would've left by now, frustrated and upset at the fact that your blind date ghosted you, but there you were. Sitting alone at the bar, dressed in jeans and nursing some fruity drink. Little did he know, this was the beginning of an unexpected connection.

"Sorry, I'm late," Aaron said softly, pulling out the stool and sitting down while unbuttoning his suit jacket. "(Y/N) right? Rossi told me... well, nothing about you."

He anticipated you using his profession like a party trick, like most women your age did, but you just smiled sweetly.

"Likewise, I'm just as blind as you are." You said, giggling a bit at his nervousness.

"How's the Smirnoff?"

"Great, I had a few; I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not," he smiled. "I only mind that you had to drink alone."

"All will be forgiven once you pay for dinner." You teased.

"Oh?" He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Straightforward. I like that."

The night went smoothly. Aaron was the perfect gentleman and a sweetheart, but you noticed one tiny thing as dinner finished.

When you lead the conversation, Aaron couldn't stop checking his phone... was he... bored? There's no way he was bored.

You sat through him talking about his morning jog, car, and college, and you were boring him? How dare he. 

So much so you had to tell your best friend the next day at work. 

"I almost have half a mind to ask David what he was thinking!" You said, walking down the long, stretched-out hallway with your friend. 

"She was a child, Rossi. You sent me on a date with an actual child." Hotch groaned, smoothing his hand over his face as they walked down a similar hallway. 

"I—I mean, I told him I liked older men, and he set me up with the most bland guy. Who wears a tie to a dive bar?" you exclaimed. 

"She's closer to Jack's age than mine. Do you see where the problem lies?" Aaron said again, almost angry at David. 

"Hey, woah, I'm an adult." You said, finally making eye contact with Aaron in the light of day. 

"Oh, Rossi! Boring date Guy!" Your friend smiled like she didn't know they were coming.

"Boring?" Aaron commented. 

"Rossi?" Said the rest of the team. 

"Your coworker, Dan, was found dead in his apartment. We're here to look through his things. Did you know him?" Rossi asked. 

You shrugged. "no, not really. But I can take you to his office."

"I'll go," Aaron said, stepping up.

The walk to Dan's office was silent. When you reached his door, you grabbed the master key and unlocked it. “you think I'm boring?" Aaron finally said.

"I said you seemed bored." You clarified. Your friend wasn't listening very well.

"What gave you that indication?" He asked, opening drawers and rummaging through things. 

You scoffed. "Are you serious?" You said, crossing your arms over your chest. "You kept checking your phone."

Hotch felt his heart drop in his stomach, and he stopped searching for a moment. Then, he stood up straight to look at you.

"And, it seemed like you didn't care..." you sighed, realizing how hurt you felt.

Aaron watched you closely, his brows knitting together as he took in your body language. He let out a sigh. "Rossi told you I was a friend." He started, wetting his lips. "Yet you never once asked what I did for a living." He swallowed. "You didn't expect me to pay because you already had an open tab, which implies you had no idea what I did for a living. And that you're used to going out with worse men than me." He joked, letting out a dry chuckle. "You never once asked me to profile you, even now knowing what I do for a living. You know I have money, yet all you care about is how I treated you." He spoke with a warmth in his voice, and he stepped around the desk, coming closer to you.

"My wife..." he started, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against the collar of his shirt. “I'm a widow, " he said with a dry, self-deprecating sigh. “And I have a son," he said again. 

You felt like the most enormous ass in the world. "That's why you kept checking your phone..." you looked up at him, feeling stupid.

"You're a good detective." He chuckled. "I didn't want to tell you at first because most women don't want anything to do with... my baggage." He simply said. 

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to form words. 

"I don’t care about your baggage." You said and watched his eyes glow in awe.

"I don't mind that you're a single dad or a widow. I'm actually relieved that I'm not a home wrecker," you joked dryly. “I don't care about the long hours or the never-being-home..." You looked down and then back up at him.

"I'm not dating to fool around. I want a life... a family," you muttered, tugging at your fingers. "You got a head start, that's all." You smiled softly.

Aaron felt warmth bloom in his chest, and he swallowed again.

"Do you believe in second chances?" You asked, shrugging slightly.

"I'm good enough at my job to know that you deserve one." Aaron smiled. "I'll take you to dinner..." he smiled. "And I'll keep my suit and tie,"

You chuckled softly at his words.

"I'll take you somewhere nice, and I'll pay." He said, his fingers brushing your hand as he stepped closer. "And I'll get the door for you, and give you my jacket, and walk you home... and I'll put my phone on silent." He said, looking into your eyes. "This time, I'll be the man you deserve."

"What about next time?" You smiled and felt his breath fan across your face as he let out a dry chuckle. 

"I'll be that man for you all the time. Because that's the kind of man I am, I just have to show you." He smiled softly.

"Don't silence your phone," you said softly, looking into his eyes. “What if the sitter needs to reach you?" You smiled.

If Aaron had been more reckless, he probably would have married you right then and there. 

"Face down on the table then, and you get my full attention," Aaron said like he was bartering. 

"Until your son needs it." You clarified, and he smiled at you.

"Yeah, until my son needs it." He said, his fingers ghosting your jawline.

"I can't wait." You smiled, pressing your face to his fingers so he could touch you. 

Aaron's hand settled on your jaw, his fingertips pushing into your hair as he looked into your eyes. "I'll pick you up at 8."

"I'll expect you to be late."

"Thank you.”

[raileurta]

A continuation of this post

Looking back on it Miko should have just told the truth. Sure yeah it's extremely embarrassing calling your resident overlord addict "dad" by accident but it would not have snowballed into this hot gaslighting mess.

Oh who Miko kidding she is reveling in the complete chaos she's caused.

Scrolling back to a few weeks ago Miko had just finished school. The girl had just previously pulled an all nighter to catch up on all her work and studying. (Got to stay in her exchange program somehow) So Miko was completely exhausted. She didn't even have a chance to sleep during school as for some Primus forsaken reason there was an important test in every class! Miko had planned on sleeping at the base but nooooo the universe had other plans. That day the decepticons decided to try to tail them without them noticing and try to find out their secret base. Of course her best bestie in the whole universe noticed them and quickly diverted his course. They drove for a few minutes before Bulkhead quickly went behind some rock transformed and did a surprise attack on them. It probably was an interesting fight but Miko was too tired to care or pay attention to.

Iterable now and still unwillingly awake they were ground bridge back to base. Jack being the good mom friend he is asked if she was okay. Miko doesn't really understand what happened in her brain that day that made her give that response but sleep deprivation is a scary thing. She had responded,

"Yeah yeah I'm good just some of Dad's goons being annoying again."

Silence greeted her. She looked around weirded out by everyone's shocked faces. They were staring at her like she had just grown another head.

"What's wron-" and apparently that's when her mind registered what she had just said. Miko's face twisted into the definition of abject terror and her brain in all it's horrible glory decided it would best to follow that up with,

"Scrap you weren't supposed to know that."

What the hell brain?!?? Could you have worded that any less suspiciously? Could have said something like "I didn't mean to say that." Jesus Christ.

Miko obviously knowing on some instinctual level she fucked up big time immediately tried to book it. She didn't get too far of course, getting caught by Arcee real quickly. (She's slippery but not that slippery.)

The girl was half questioned half interrogated about what she had meant by that. Deciding it was a good idea to dig herself into a deeper hole Miko "revealed" that Megatron was her father. For obvious reasons they didn't believe her bs. Miko then decided to back up her claim with "evidence" if you can even call it that. She said she can understand Bee for instance. Bumblebee then chipped at her which had translated into, "What?? No way! If that's true what's my favorite dinosaur?"

She simply responded "Triceratops."

Everyone freaked out especially Bee. Miko couldn't really blame them. As she's been "acting" like she didn't know Bee's language and been lying to them since day one. The truth though was that Miko had in secret actually been practicing to understand him for a couple months now. It was going to be a gift of sorts and she was just fed up with not understanding him.

They still needed more evidence from her through. Yeah it was extremely suspicious that Miko hasn't said anything about this but Raf could understand Bee and he's a regular human. She then brought out the big guns and told them,

"Well I also know Megatron and Optimus are exes." Miko had bluffed. She didn't know 100% for sure that was true. She mostly just got this vibe from those two and nobody acknowledged it. It honestly was kinda annoying if she was being honest with here. The team instantly threw up protests and looked to their leader to disprove her claims. But they were met with a slightly blushing Optimus who was turned away. Ratchet making a comment under his breath about how did she know?

If Miko thought they weren't fully freaked out about the language thing they were totally freaked out now. It was really chaotic. Bulkhead was frantically asking why she didn't say anything and was Miko just using him for some evil plan?! At the same time Arcee and Bee were trying to get Raf and Jack away from her at the same time. While Optimus was kinda breaking down about not knowing anything about this and Ratchet was consoling him. She thankfully managed to convince Bulk that yes they were in fact best friends and no she wasn't going to hurt anybody. Being the saints they are autobots tried to look past her "heritage" and still be a family. Optimus even giving her a grand speech about how your blood doesn't define you and what you choose to be.

God was that awkward.

After a bit of more talking Miko finally was permitted to rest and once the best sleep of her life was over reality hit hard for her. If she wasn't freaking out about the whole situation at the time Miko would have laughed herself dizzy at how easily the bots were fooled. They didn't even ask about her quote unquote "creation." Calming down a few minutes later Miko started to really think about what to do now.

And well in for a penny in for a pound, she decided to double down and commit to this weird bit. So for the next few days Miko started dropping "lore" about herself and in general messing with everyone. Ratchet even made a comment about how it was kinda obvious looking back as Miko apparently was a mini Megatronous with her personality.

Okay wow. She was kinda offended by the comment but really couldn't say anything.

She did however get some cool information about Megatron. Like apparently how he was a very lively prankster. This info would come in handy about two weeks later.

Miko had ran through the ground bridge as usual, got caught up in some dangerous battle, then to shake things up was caught in another cave in. (Those are never as traumatic as the second time around) As fate would have it she was sorta saved by buckethead himself. Holding up a huge rock preventing them both from being squished making him unable to harm her. Not one to waste this opportunity she tried to recruit him into her scheme.

It went something like this:

"Okay look I need for you to hear me out."

"No."

"I didn't say anything yet!"

"I don't care to listen to the ramblings of a filthy organic."

"Ugh why couldn't it have been a different pretend dad decepticon?!"

"what...?"

"Long story short I have been gaslighting the autobots into believing your my dad- well sire for the past few weeks."

Megatron was rendered speechless.

Well briefly anyways.

"I'll be damned Starscream was right. All you insects are completely insane."

"Probably. But that's besides the point; I need your help to keep this lie going."

"Absolutely not."

"Come on....."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"YES."

"NO."

"YES."

"IT'S NOT EVEN BIOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE!"

"Does it look like I care????? The autobots believed me and that's all that matters!"

"Wait a minute- you got the autobots to believe you?"

"Surprisingly yes. In all honesty it was too easy."

"....."

"Don't you want to fuck with them?"

"Imagine how much psychological damage Ratchet and Optimus would take."

"Aren't you tired of being nice?"

"I'm never nice."

"Don't you want to go ape shit?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why go through all this effort to keep up this lie?"

Miko should have said that it was because she didn't want to be caught lying and was scared about revealing the truth; but that would be a lie.

"I'm doing this because I can. I do it for the love of the game."

"Your psychotic........"

"It's nice to meet you daughter."

Cew evil canned laughter.

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