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[glittergroovy]

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[bauresurrected]

shoutout to @mvndrvke, the most important person on the planet,

[thrifthi]

current mood: opening app to edit, then closing it because idk what to do, then opening it again

[happywebdesign]

Alexis Bardini

[thecasualbookreviewer]

So something spectacular had a discount on amazon rn and i might or might not have bought it already 🤡 when i said i was gonna wait until payday 😂😂😂

[damascus-crowned-king]

Incase context needs to be added

Dalmatians are the stereotypical firefighter dog

Beagles are dogs that hunt truffles which requires digging underground

Bats are up in the air (air Elemental and vampire 👀)

James is a telepath and people think that dogs can easily read humans emotions

I'm assuming the sharp needles thing is self-explanatory

Huxley is probably as big as a bear

[ambersky-art]

32. Alexis

ID: A digital drawing of Alexis from Minecraft Diaries. Her name is in the top right corner with the web series' title underneath in a different smaller font. The text is dusty pink. Her color palette is in the bottom right. Alexis has slightly desaturated, yellowish-pale skin, wavy orangish-pink hair pulled into a ponytail, and pink eyes. She's wearing silver armor with a blue belt and undershirt, and black pants and another black shirt. She's also wearing a pink bow. /End ID.

Fan Reference Project

You don't understand how tempting it was to give her blonde hair, but really the orangish-pink looked so much better imo.

If you're interested, I do commissions and have a ko-fi! ^^

[gaydelgard]

one of these is soooo lifeless 😥

ok google how do i make all my apps use the new font i downloaded for my phone

[cliozaur]

The cast of the French Les Misérables is revealed (Where is Cosette?)

Good luck reading this terrible red font. To make it easier, here is the list: Valjean : Benoit Rameau Javert : Sebastien Duchange Fantine : Claire Pérot Marius : Jacques Preiss Eponine : Océane Demontis Enjolras : Stanley Kassa Thénardier : David Alexis Madame Thénardier : Christine Bonnard l’Evêque : Maxime de Toledo

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

Hell Hath No Fury (14/?)

I appreciate everyone who continues to read and share their comments with me!

I want to give a big thank you shout out to do-it-for-the-fandom for giving me her opinion on certain parts of this chapter! Considering what I did with this chapter, she was the first (and really only) person I thought to ask for an opinion on the particular predicament that happened.

Also, there is an M rated section…it will be in bold font, just like the last time. I’m going to try not to get too smutty because this story isn't a smut story; the sex is about romance and showing the feelings and growing intimacy between Castle and Beckett.

This chapter will take place about 3 weeks or so after the last chapter. It’s the cabin trip with Kate’s dad, so it’s the last week of June. I hope you all like what I’ve got in store for this one!

As before, I still don’t own Castle!

xxxxx

Much to Castle’s chagrin, Kate had not spent as much time as he would have liked out in the Hamptons during the month of June, instead insisting on spending her time split between her apartment in the city and his house in the Hamptons. She was still a fully present girlfriend, and they talked every night, but where Castle was already completely comfortable sharing his space with her full time, to Kate it felt too much like living together, and she was not ready for that yet. Had they both been in the city, they wouldn’t have spent every night with each other yet, which was one point she kept reminding him of, and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew she was right.

Kate also enjoyed the multiple trips giving her a chance to take her bike out more than she’d been able to in recent years, usually driving out on Thursday evenings to spend long weekends with him and his family, and driving back on Monday afternoons. She reasoned that gave him plenty of time to spend with Alexis, and also allowed the teenager to gradually get comfortable with Kate spending more time there as well.

Kate had started teaching Alexis the basics of riding a motorcycle, and the two women were forming a nice friendship that had nothing to do with Castle, which Kate was becoming incredibly grateful for. She adored Alexis, and wanted to make sure the girl knew that her feelings for her had nothing whatsoever to do with her dad; they stood on their own, and if things didn’t work out between the two adults, Alexis would still have Kate as a friend.

Castle had been steadily improving throughout his physical therapy as well, using the ability to be more sexually adventurous with Kate as an incentive to push himself harder than he probably would have otherwise. He enjoyed showing her how much he had improved each week, even though it was only over a short time. For her part, Kate had absolutely no problem rewarding him sexually for his improvements and was completely fine with him using her as an incentive to push harder and recover quicker.

This week, Kate arrived at the Hamptons on Thursday afternoon, and the plan was to leave mid-morning on Friday to drive up to her dad’s cabin on her bike. They would have the day to themselves since her dad told her he wasn’t coming up until Saturday. Castle was nervous about spending time with her…well, more accurately with her dad…at the cabin as her boyfriend, and though she’d given him an out, he’d refused to take it, so she’d suggested they go up a day early so he could settle in a little before her dad showed up. She hadn’t told her dad she was officially dating Castle, but she also knew her dad could have possibly put the pieces together from their conversations over the past month.

“You’re sure you’re okay coming to the cabin with me?” Kate asked him as they headed downstairs with the large duffel bag they had decided to share as a space saver since they were taking her bike.

He gave her a smile. “I’m sure. I can’t avoid your dad forever, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “No. But you don’t have to do this right now if you’re not ready either.”

“I’m ready. I’m okay. I’m only nervous because he is important to you, so I want to make a good impression.”

“You already made a good impression by saving my life. He already likes you. So don’t be nervous, ok?” she promised him.

He chuckled slightly. “Maybe. But I’m still the guy who’s sleeping with his daughter. Trust me; the nerves are warranted.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly at his comment. “If that topic makes it into any of your conversations with my dad, I’m going to kill you,” she informed him. “So just steer clear of that particular train of thought, and I think you’ll be fine.”

“Don’t tell your dad we’re sleeping together. Got it,” he smiled. “Though I’m pretty sure he’s going to figure it out when he notices we’re sharing a room…”

“Just because he knows doesn’t mean I’m telling him what I’m doing behind closed doors,” she told him. “Let me put it this way. Would you want to have it spelled out for you if it were Alexis

and her boyfriend, or would you prefer to just not know specifics?”

He pouted then. “First of all, it’s not going to happen with Alexis…ever. So I never have to worry about it.”

She just laughed at that. “Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that. Alexis is a responsible young woman...more so than I was at her age, but trust me. It will eventually happen if it hasn’t already. She’s been with Ashley for how long now?” she pointed out.

Castle frowned even more. “That’s not funny, Kate.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny. I was being realistic,” she kissed his lips softly and patted his cheek lightly before calling out a goodbye to Martha and Alexis, who were in the kitchen. “I’ll be on my bike when you’re ready,” she smiled, heading out with the duffle bag so that he could say his goodbyes.

xxxxx

It was mid-afternoon by the time they got to the cabin. Kate had stopped every hour or so to give Castle a break since he wasn’t used to sitting on the back of a bike for that long of a road trip. Once at the cabin, he did take a little longer walking around to stretch his legs after he got off the bike.

“You ok?” she asked him softly, concern evident in her voice. He’d assured her that he was up to this, but she was wondering if maybe he wasn’t.

“I’m good. I just can’t feel my butt,” he told her with a smile.

She laughed softly. “Yeah, travel feels a little different on a bike, huh?”

“Yeah. Not bad different, though. My butt will be fine in a few minutes,” he assured her.

She got off the bike then and grabbed the duffle bag as she moved toward him. “Good. Because riding my bike is kinda a turn-on for me,” she murmured lowly in his ear as she passed by him on the way toward the cabin’s entrance.

His eyes widened slightly, and he was quick to follow her. “Oh yeah?”

She grinned slightly. “You didn’t figure that out the last time you rode with me?”

He remembered the really hot makeout session they’d been having on her bike after the last time he rode with her, at least until his mother had killed the moment. “I didn’t realize that was an every-ride thing.”

Opening the door to the cabin, she looked over at him, her eyes dancing playfully. “It is with the right riding partner,” she commented simply.

“Good to know,” he nodded, following her inside. He had never expected that riding her motorcycle would put her in the mood, but it was definitely information he would store for future reference.

She led him through the open-plan living room/dining room/kitchen area to a door on the other side. “This is my bedroom,” she opened the door and placed their duffle bag on a cedar chest against the wall inside the door. “The bathroom is right here. It’s shared with the guest room on the other side. Dad’s room is upstairs with his office,” she told him with a smile, moving closer to him and gently pushing the leather jacket he’d worn for the bike trip off his shoulders. Catching the jacket before it could hit the floor, she gave him a slow kiss. “Now get comfortable. I’m going to hang our jackets in the closet by the front door, and I expect you to be naked in my bed when I get back,” she said lowly.

He watched her go with a smile before slipping his shoes off in the bedroom and deciding to follow her. He never was good at following directions. Moving behind her as she hung up their jackets, his hands tugged her hips backwards so that her body pressed into his and his lips moved to the spot behind her ear that made her sigh.

“Mmm…babe, I told you to wait for me in bed…” she murmured, allowing herself to be pulled back against him once the closet door was closed.

“You can’t kiss me like that and just walk away from me, Kate…” he murmured, his lips teasing her ear.

She turned in his arms, facing him with a grin. “Why not?” she asked, her fingers curling slightly in his shirt to pull him closer to her.

“Because it’s not nice,” he told her, pulling her hips closer against his as his lips moved back to her neck.

“No?” she asked innocently, her eyes closing as a soft moan escaped when his teeth found her pulse point. “Whatever made you think I was nice?” she smirked playfully, her hand sliding between them to grope him through the front of his pants.

“Kate…” he growled, hips jerking toward her touch.

She smiled slowly, eyes dancing with mischief. “You should have listened to me, Castle. I told you to get naked and wait for me in bed. You did neither.” Her hand slid into the front of his pants

and stroked him slowly, earning a low groan.

“So?” he managed to get out.

“So now it’s going to take longer to get what you want,” she murmured. “Because now we both have to make it back to my bedroom…and neither one of us are naked…so it’s going to take twice as long…” she added, pausing between phrases to kiss along his jaw, her fingers already working to get his belt and pants unfastened.

“I have a better idea,” he walked her backward toward the kitchen that was just to the left of the front door and much closer than her bedroom.

She gave a soft grunt when her back hit the kitchen counter that served as a breakfast bar and kind of wall to mark the edge of the kitchen area from the living room area. “I am not having sex with you in the kitchen…” she told him with a laugh.

“Why not? It’s closer than your room. And no one else is here…” he murmured, his hand moving underneath her shirt, tugging it over her head and tossing it behind him in the direction of the door. His mouth began moving along her collarbone.

“Because…” she bit her lip, trying to keep control of the situation. “Because my dad will be here tomorrow…and we have to eat here…” she tried to reason, but when his teeth grazed her skin, followed by his tongue, and his arm moved around her waist, her control disappeared and she gave a slight hop to help him lift her onto the counter since he still wasn’t supposed to be lifting anything close to her body weight yet.

~It’s going to start to get steamy here!~

~Stop now if you don’t want to read sexy times~

He smirked smugly against her skin as he shifted to move between her legs, his fingers sliding slowly over her soft skin. One hand unhooked her bra at her back and then slowly pulled it off her, tossing it behind him in the same direction as her shirt. His mouth moved to her breasts, nipping and sucking. One arm remained around her back, gently coaxing her to arch her back toward him as he kept her close and leaned over her slightly.

“Castle…” His name slipped from her lips in soft whimpers and moans, her hands reaching for his shirt to tug it over his head. Instead of throwing it like he had done with hers, she simply dropped it to the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him in closer as her fingers moved along the muscles of his back and shoulders.

He allowed her to pull his mouth back to hers in a deep kiss as his hands worked on the button of her jeans, smiling against her lips. She lifted her hips enough to let him pull her

jeans over them and down her long legs, tugging her shoes off in the process as well. He let his eyes meet hers as she leaned back slightly, bracing herself with her hands on the edge of the countertop behind her. His hands slowly moved from her knees up her thighs as he leaned forward to trail slow kisses from her chest down her stomach, teasing her navel with his tongue and teeth before meeting her eyes again as his fingers hooked in her panties and tugged them down her legs, tossing them in a random direction off to the side.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he kissed her hip, his tongue tracing along the outline of her tattoo located there. Her fingers threaded through his hair as his mouth trailed slow kisses up her body, worshipping her with his lips. When his eyes full of love and lust met hers, she pulled him into a deep kiss, her tongue dancing with his.

“You’re so beautiful, Kate…” he murmured in her ear when he pulled away, not willing to give her control yet. His thumbs stroked slow circles along her inner thighs, moving upward at a painstaking pace but never quite touching where she wanted him to be as he watched her react to his touch.

“Rick…” she nearly whined, trying to shift her hips toward his fingers. He was just as adept at driving her crazy sexually as he was in other aspects of their relationship, and she squeezed his waist with her legs to try to get him moving instead of staring at her like she was some piece of art. “Staring is creepy…” she breathed.

“Sorry,” he smirked slightly. He couldn’t help but stare; she was a goddess. He had wanted her for so long, he still couldn’t believe he had her sometimes. Before she could say anything else, he nudged her thighs apart a little more and leaned over her, pressing a hot kiss to her center. He smirked against her again as she moaned and her hips raised slightly. His hand moved to hold them down gently, not wanting to risk her working herself off the edge of the counter.

Her head fell back slightly and she bit her lip, one hand curling in his hair as he used his tongue both inside her and around her core to slowly build her up the way he’d quickly learned made her crazy. She’d known Castle was a generous man, so It hadn’t been a complete surprise that he was also a generous lover, taking his time to appreciate her, and never rushing her pleasure for his own. He touched her in ways no other man had ever come close to, always seemingly knowing exactly what her body wanted and needed from him without needing much guidance from her at all.

He absolutely loved worshipping her body, appreciating her, giving to her this way. He’d happily spend hours between her thighs like this; he loved building her up and watching her fall apart under him. He was completely addicted to the way she sounded when his name fell from her lips in moans and breathless whimpers, the way her fingers flexed and

tugged in his hair, the way she completely gave herself over to him with nothing held back anymore.

When he felt her getting close, he let two fingers replace his tongue inside her as his mouth sucked on her bundle of nerves, causing her to cry out and her fingers tug his hair a little more. He was an expert in Kate Beckett. He knew exactly where the spot she needed him to reach was located, and hit it easily with his fingers until he both felt her body fall apart under him and heard her falling apart with his name on her lips. He worked her through her orgasm, one arm moving behind her back to help her support herself, before shoving his pants and boxers down with his other hand. His mouth trailed soft kisses over her skin, his fingers gently caressing her as he waited for her to come back down from her high.

He knew she was back when she tugged on his hair to bring his mouth to hers in a hot kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair as he groaned into her kiss when he felt her hand wrapping around his length and stroking him slowly. After a few moments, he couldn’t take anymore and gently stopped her, taking her hand and lacing their fingers. He met her eyes, his free hand on her hip as she shifted slightly, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid into her slowly, low moans from each of them mixing together.

He remained still for a few moments, their foreheads resting against each other, her ankles locking around his waist to hold him in place. His arm snaked around her back to hold her close to him, and her hands framed his face as she kissed him slowly, deeply, when he began moving inside her, their mouths swallowing each other's moans. “Kate…” he breathed her name as his lips ghosted over her neck and the column of her throat. Every single time he made love with her, it took his breath away, she took his breath away. “I love you…” he met her eyes again.

His words made her smile and she tugged him closer, tightening her legs around him as she kissed him again. “I love you, Rick…” she breathed against his lips with a smile, her nails raking slowly down his back as she felt her body slowly building back up to another orgasm. She held him tightly against her, her lips caressing his neck and jaw.

The sound of her breathy moans in his ear and the feel of her heels in the small of his back pulling him in closer, deeper was making his control start to slip. He leaned forward over her, leaning her back just slightly as his thrusts started coming faster and harder, and her moans of encouragement grew in volume. He growled and bit her shoulder when her nails dug into his back, breaking the skin slightly. The rest of his control snapped when her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him in tightly as she squeezed around him, her nails digging into his flesh. His hard, deep thrusts drove them both up over the edge, her cries and release coming only seconds after his as they clung tightly to each other.

Kate braced herself with one arm against the counter, her other arm still holding him to her tightly. Her forehead rested against his as they caught their breath, Castle still leaning forward over her slightly on the counter as she trailed soft kisses along his jaw.

“Katie?” came the soft, familiar voice of Jim Beckett, frozen in the doorway.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Kate’s eyes met Castle’s in a panic. Her father had an unobstructed view of Castle’s completely naked backside with his pants around his ankles, her nail marks on his back and ass, bent forward slightly over her on the counter. She was very naked, though thankfully hidden by Castle’s body. He was literally still inside of her; they hadn’t even finished catching their breath yet. And her father was right there. How long had he been standing there? This could not be happening.

She peeked over Castle’s shoulder slightly. “Dad?!”

“Hello, Katie,” Jim tried his best to hide his smile. He’d strongly suspected his daughter was with the writer, although she’d never come right out with the information during their last couple of lunches together. What an interesting way to have his theory confirmed.

“You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow!” The surprise was evident in her voice.

“I wanted to stock up on groceries before you got here because you also weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.” Jim kept his eyes trained on his daughter’s face, an almost amused expression in his eyes. “I see you managed to get Castle to come,” he added with an arched eyebrow, the innuendo and double meaning in his tone evident. It was obvious Kate got her sense of humor from her father.

Kate winced slightly at her father’s words. Her eyes traveled to Castle, who looked like he wished the floor would just open up and swallow him whole. “Can you…maybe…give us a few minutes?” she asked, forcing a small smile.

“Of course, Katie. I’ll be right outside when you two are…dressed…” he agreed, his eyes shifting to her shirt on the floor near where he was standing before stepping back outside.

Kate released a slow breath, her forehead dropping to Castle’s shoulder when she heard the door close. “Shit.”

xxxxx

So…how much of their…activities…exactly, did Jim see?

Don’t kill me for having to stop there! I needed to break this chapter up, it was already getting too long, and this felt like a natural stopping point!

I really want to thank do-it-for-the-fandom again for helping me make a few decisions in this chapter! And she gets the credit for the idea of exactly when Jim happened to come in…her idea was better than mine, so I ran with it!

I am really looking forward to your comments on this chapter! And I apologize if I scarred anyone too badly!

[ewingstan]

Hey. I’m sorry.

[Image id: a four-panel comic parodying the Garfield Breast Reduction comic. First panel shows a long-haired, pre-op Russell Thorburn on a crudely-drawn hospital bed. He is surrounded by Tiffany, Alexis and Ty, who have a speech bubble saying “Good Luck Russell.” in bolded courier new font.

In the second panel, a caption reads “One Ritual Later”. Blake Thorburn sleeps in the same position as Russell, except shorter haired, smiling, and with half of his face replaced by aspen branches. His image in contained in a mirror. To his right, a horse-faced Barbatorem smiles while a massive pair of shears rests on one shoulder. Connected to him is a speech bubble saying “Your top surgery was a success!”

In the third panel, a closeup of Blake in the mirror has him with a smiling, bemused expression. A speech bubble connected to him says “Where is my rational long term thinking and intense desire to survive above all else?” A smaller text bubble says Also am I in a mirror”. A speech bubble connecting to Barbatorem off-panel says “Who do you think took your boobs?”

In the fourth panel, the mirror holding Blake is positioned behind a hospital bed where Rose Thorburn Jr. lies sleeping with a frown. Blake is crying with his hands against the glass. “NOOO!” is written in big, scratchy letters. End id.]

[roses-bah-garden]

can we request a completely artist choice level 5 trad goth trans masc alter? No real specifications other rhan that and around 18-21 age range please!

hey! our lvl 5 packs were closed when you sent this in, so i bumped it down to a lvl 4, but feel free to send it in again when our asks are open requesting an add on to this pack. hope this is okay!

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

trad goth, transmasc, 18–21 ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; damian, velveteen, ambrose, lucifer, alexis

pronouns ;; he/him

age ;; 21

species ;; ghost (transVampire)

gender(s) ;; transmasculine

orientation(s) ;; asexual, gay, queer

role(s) ;; omniscient, caretaker

source ;; brainmade / alter pack

sign-off(s) ;; {🥀⚰💀}

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hex code ;; #000000 (black)

personality ;; intelligent and pessimistic. he is creative, and eloquent with his words. he is chronically offline, not getting references or knowing popular trends. he is sarcastic and cheeky. he pretends not to care for others but actually cares So Much.

bonus info ;; dresses primarily in trad goth clothing (but likes to experiment with other goth subcultures), cursive handwriting, prefers cursive fonts (where applicable), works to get the system to take breaks from technology

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likes ;; the victorian era, vampires, goth music, tea, chocolate, poetry

dislikes ;; brainrot content, bright colours, energy drinks

possible front triggers ;; herbal teas, cigarettes, goth music, victorian period dramas

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cisid(s) ;; cisWhite, cisEnglish, RP English accent

transid(s) ;; transSmoker, transSpecies (transVampire)

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; biophilia, sadomasochism

[karihighman]

Best cast ever I stg 😆 from Meleric trying to be stealth to Alyssa & Shawn using Wopez’s baby girl’s name for their “spoiler” 🤭😅 too funny! Plus did you see Nathan & Alexi w/🫢🫢 like wow guys way to go the extra mile lol

PS: Melisseth = same person, different fonts⬇���

[o-kye]

me neth cofronting and really weird because theyre all “die die die [things i won repeat]” bu then im like seven and vibin

maybe i know why im front (also cause the wanted to talk to their older brother but didnt get to and im like the little sib alter)

-alexi

they greet you in eldritch font.

wait is the first half alex and second alexi pr is this all alexi

[likerealpeopledo-on-ao3]

Oh goodness, 84 + David x Patrick, pleeeeease.

Unbeta’d and written while watching Taskmaster.

The prompt is: the key was under the mat.

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The rain pounds against David and, most notably, against the phone he’d just accidentally flung into a puddle, his umbrella reduced to a metal stick with the inside-out nylon acting as a flag of surrender.

But Alexis’s brownstone is around the corner—allegedly, because she is the worst with directions—and if he can make it one more New York block, he can make it anywhere. Or whatever that cliche is.

Finally arriving at her steps, he’s forced to root around under the soggy mat which reads: Where Everybody Counts, over a drawing of a calculator. Maybe Alexis liked the font, or something, because it’s truly unfortunate and not at all her vibe.

“We are taking a side trip to IKEA if it kills us,” David announces to the mat and the stoop at large.

He finally locates the key, opens the door, and proceeds to walk directly into a damp, curly-haired man wearing only a pair of dark rinse mid-range denim.

“Well well well, Alexis didn’t tell me she had company.” David surveys the pale sparse hair scattered over the man’s chest, probably doing nothing to hide his leer. At first glance, the stranger is firm and compact and not overly muscular, but he’s not hard to look at, either. Big eyes, big hands, oh, hello, big feet too. “I’m David.”

“I’m Patrick,” he responds, hands planted on his hips, eyes questioning. “Who is Alexis?”

David thought Alexis was past the days of not giving her real name to conquests but New York bars are loud and—wait, Alexis is dating Twyla and it’s fairly serious. David looks around, conjuring up what he’s seen on FaceTime when he and Alexis talk.

He recognizes nothing. No Alexis Rose Communication placards, no floral arrangements, no framed photographs. Everything here is brown and blue and grey, muted.

Patrick, currently half-naked and puzzled, nudges toward the table in his entryway, his hand resting near a large candle that he probably plans to bludgeon David about the head with, in self-defense.

“The key was under the mat!” David shouts, protecting his wet hair and precious skull with his forearms. “Please don’t murder me for breaking and entering because, not to nitpick, it was primarily entering.”

“Not to nitpick either but I think the crime you’re committing might be trespassing. Granted, I am not a lawyer, so don’t quote me.”

“Are you a killer?” David slowly lowers one arm.

“Not lately?” Patrick has a nice voice and a straight nose and eyelashes that belong on a Disney princess, so it’s a shame that David might get arrested soon. Another time, another place…

“What if I just slowly back away and we pretend that my sister isn’t an idiot with directions and that I am dry, first and foremost, and that this—“ David gestures between them to encompass the incident, “—this never happened.”

“I don’t think so.” Patrick picks up the cell phone that sits next to the bludgeoning candle and starts to unlock it.

“Or!” David is an excellent negotiator, he can make this work. “Or, can I ask for a one minute head start on the cops? I do not do well with running.”

Patrick’s face changes then, from puzzled to bemused to something that looks like snark, which is blatantly unfair when David is trying desperately to appease him. But then the snark softens, and it catches David off-guard, as geared up as he was for a fight. Or at least a banter. “In the interest of keeping you out of the clink and away from strenuous cardiovascular activities, what if I don’t call the police and instead, call your sister.”

David’s mouth falls open. Is he being propositioned? Is this a sex thing? Should he appalled? Excited? “What for?”

“To help you find her. Since she doesn’t live here.” Patrick seems to be reconsidering his offer, but instead he cocks his head and wiggles his phone in David’s direction. “Or you could call her.”

David accepts Patrick’s phone and dials Alexis’s number. Of course she doesn’t answer, because she has no regard whatsoever for his safety, or his propensity to involve himself in embarrassing situations. He leaves a tense, rambling message that may or may not begin, hi David, this is Alexis, and hangs up with his face burning. “I swear I have a sister, that wasn’t just a line.”

“Sure.” Patrick is back to amused. David is getting tired of not looking at Patrick’s bare chest, so he just brazenly stares at his left nipple for a second to center himself. “Everyone who breaks in here says that.”

“It’s trespassing!” David says to the nipple and Patrick’s phone rings just as Patrick is responding, almost assuredly with something biting.

It’s Alexis, thank fuck, and he gets the correct address and a promise that she will not tell anyone this story for any reason, not even upon threat of death. Or in his inevitable unauthorized biography.

During the conversation, Patrick wanders away to put on a shirt, which is unfortunate, but the turn gives David an opportunity to see the curve of ass under the mid-range jeans, and he’s momentarily mesmerized.

When David hangs up, Patrick is back in a pale blue button-up and brown Oxford shoes. A curl hangs down his forehead and David suddenly wishes they’d met in a bar, or at a gallery, and not as part of his new life of crime.

“Everything good then?” Patrick asks, not taking back the phone that David is trying to hand him. “You have the address? Is it close? I have an umbrella you can borrow, if you want.”

This is too much niceness now, and it makes David nervous. Maybe there’s still time for murder. Who murders who does not matter at this point. “Why?”

“So you don’t get wet?”

David nods in such rapid succession he’s worried his head will roll right off. “Okay, that does make sense now.”

“Or…or I could walk you there in the interest of keeping you from trespassing at my neighbors’ homes, and take you for a cup of coffee. Or something stronger.” Patrick smiles and it’s even brighter than David expects. It’s like turning on a light in a dark room and the impact warms David from his head to his toes. “It’s for everyone’s safety, really, since there seems to be a burglar on the loose.”

“The key was under the mat!”

“Yes, that part was on me.” Patrick grins again, then reaches for his phone so his hand grazes David’s. David wouldn’t call it lightning, but there is a buzz of electricity. “So, up for a walk?”

“Is the umbrella still invited?”

Patrick takes a long handled golf umbrella out of a stand in the corner and hands it to David with a hopeful look on his face. David accepts.

It ends up taking David and Patrick six hours and one slow, sweet kiss goodnight to walk across the street to Alexis’s apartment, trespassing forgiven.

Thanks to @alysiswriting for the gorgeous art; I can’t choose between them either!

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Is it just me or does Alexis Solaire give HELLA Katherine Pierce vibes? They give same person different font so baddddd.