#i already know how but u kno

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[syrupyyyart]

The main reason the main Motley comic has gone on hiatus is just so I can build a better backlog of chapters, and I'm already feeling much more secure about it overall lol. It's weird to be working on it the same amount I was before but never posting about it!!! Maybe I'll start posting the chapters as I finish them to Patreon lol.

Im glad the askblog is helping fill the gap between now and the next chapter. Working on both of them has been so fun, aaa I love my ocs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dipyronegirl]

god i wanna start over so bad, i fucked up and ruined university just like high school, and high school was SHIT after what i did, everyone stared at me in the hallways and everything was horrible for years, i don’t wanna go through it again with the time i have left in uni, i wanna go someplace else where nobody knows my face and start fresh with a clean reputation — that i know i’ll ruin in a couple of years but by then i’ll be graduating so i can just start over again in residency

[thefantasticfiasco]

Alright i am getting into this why not let's fucking do it. I think it can be both. I think Just Kidding Rowling was genuinely trying to make something nice and while her approach was incredibly heavy handed and racist and bigoted and fucked up, it did have a core of wanting to resonate with the disenfranchised and giving a little bit of magic and power and the possibility to think of yourself as worthy and deserving of more despite being rejected your whole life. I think it has to do with finding a community that genuinely respects you and is like you and sees you as magical instead of aberrant. That resonated with a lot of queer, POCs, and/or generally disenfranchised people and I genuinely think that it is a core part of those books that the transphobe antisemite wanted to convey. We cannot pretend like only Good People make Good Art and Bad People make Bad Art. I think that they wanted to give the concept much more depth and, in the same ways that many SPN fanfic writers see the potential for a great story without homophobic CW (and others) adherence to the concept of morality as a trend and a meeting with censors and producers.

Like, I genuinely think the motherfucker who calls herself "Quiddie" has genuine love for the potential and the core concept of what hairy ceramic-craftman could have been if it truly committed to the core good intention of making a story where the disenfranchised feel like they can be special without throwing other people under the bus and actually listening and learning and depicting with honour and respect.

Like, they made it their own. Because it is a good idea. And one that was celebrated in its time for good reason. And one that is criticised in our time for good reason as well.

So they took the idea that JoAnus Killer Rotting insists she owns and showed everyone how it can be better, actually. BOTH IN FICTION AND OUT OF FICTION.

saw a tweet that referred to mismag as a "love letter" to harry potter. no, it isn't. that just isn't true. "charlie brown had hoes"-level accusation. if anything, mismag is hatemail to harry potter. it's a "fuck you, you don't own magical schools, we're gonna make a whimsical magical school and read you for filth while we're doing it" letter.

not to say i don't understand if it still doesn't sit right with some folks (everyone is entitled to their own preferences and if you'd rather never engage with anything hp-adjacent that's your right) but i just think it's a mischaracterization of aabria and the cast/crew's intentions. they started the show with "fuck terfs"

[m0ssf4g]

the r/ftm subreddit is so chalk full of toxic trans masculinity it makes me Sad like why tf are all my reddit notifications "am i less of a man for hating my shots?" "what will make me more of a man?" like bro calm tf down and stop taking gender so seriously ur starting to sound Too much like cis men and thats not what u want (i promise)

[rafey-baby]

rafe has always been close with his sister…  

c/w: incest, dubcon, oral (m receiving), rafe being a perv about his (adopted) sister & her being inexperienced, 18+ mdni!

wc: 1.7k

part two & moodboard

if this is something u don’t like, scroll & read something else xx   

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Her big brother has always been rather overbearing, which is something she’s tried to shrug off as him merely being protective, but as far as her understanding of siblings goes— they aren’t supposed to act the way Rafe does.  

Ever since they were little, Rafe has been weird about everyone in their strange family, but sometimes it makes her feel gross when he barges into her room while she’s changing— not even bothering to cover his eyes as he sits down on her mattress and starts ranting about something completely irrelevant.

It makes her feel disgusting when she notices the subtle smirk tugging at his mouth as his gaze narrows down onto whatever bare sliver of skin she’s hurriedly trying to hide from his borderline hungry eyes.   

And she doesn’t particularly enjoy when he gets wasted or high off of whatever he’s snorted at some stupid party and insists that he just has to sleep next to her because he’s not feeling good. And despite her drowsy complaints, he’s always snuggling too close for comfort with his hands all over her; pulling her flush against him and letting the cushion of his lips graze the skin of her neck.

He keeps telling her that it’s nothing out of the ordinary when he gives her details about the girls he’s slept with and what his favorite positions are, even if she’s told him multiple times that she doesn’t want to know. And whenever they’re home alone, he even goes as far as bringing girls to his room— making sure their loud moans echo right into her bedroom when he knows she’s trying to study.   

And whenever he’s tagging along during her little shopping trips (he doesn’t let her go alone because what if something happens?), he always demands on joining her in the fitting rooms— even squeezing himself into the crammed space when she’s trying on lingerie, claiming that she absolutely needs his opinion.   

“Rafe, that’s weird,” she tries to get him to wait outside but of course he merely rolls his eyes.  

“S’not weird, know how indecisive you can be, jus’ wanna help,” he says, seemingly genuine while he’s already fiddling with the clip of her bra.   

And she feels her cheeks burning when the cashier mentions how sweet it is that her boyfriend is paying for her clothes— to which Rafe merely chuckles while she can’t find the words to correct the poor woman because she’d probably faint if she learned the truth about their relationship.

More often than not, he tends to be borderline territorial. One time, she’s simply talking to a guy at some party, when all of a sudden, she feels an all too familiar presence behind her.

“Who’s this, hm?” he slurs, slinging a heavy arm over her shoulder.   

“Oh, it’s…um, no one,” she peeps out because she knows how he is. However, her attempts at calming him down prove to be fruitless because he’s already approaching the guy with a scoff.   

“You, uh, you do know that this is m’sister, right? Mine. So, why don’t you, uh, go ‘n try to impress some other bitch, yeah?” he offers him a sickly-sweet smile, voice harsh before telling her they’re leaving— strong hands on her waist already dragging her towards his truck.

“I was having fun,” she complains when he’s putting the seatbelt on her— his breath smelling of beer when he drawls out a reply. “You can have all the fun you want with me when we get home, yeah?”   

“But I wanted to spend time with my friends,” she pouts.   

“That’s just too bad then, isn’t it?” he murmurs while starting the engine— resting a warm palm on her thigh soon after, ignoring her efforts of shrugging it off.  

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When he learns that she hasn’t had her first kiss yet (because why would anyone even think about touching her when they know Rafe is a complete psycho), he mocks her to the point of her eyes growing glossy as she tries to blink away the soggy droplets.

“S’okay, you wanna get it over with, hm? I’ll help you,” he so kindly offers with faux concern glimmering in the moonstones of his eyes.   

“Rafe, that’s gross,” she frowns, to which he merely furrows his brows before scoffing— as if she’s the one being weird.   

“So, uh, so you tellin’ me you want some…some stranger at a party who only wants to get in your pants to do it instead?” he narrows his eyes as if that’s the only alternative.  

“N— no,” her answer is hesitant.  

“Listen, m’just…m’just, tryna be a good brother ‘n help my little sister out, but if you don’t want m’help then don’t come cryin’ to me when you embarrass yourself cause you don’t even know how to kiss,” he lifts his hands up in surrender before shrugging, suggesting that he’d merely be doing her a favor.   

And before her brain has the time to process what’s happening, he’s already dragging her into his lap. And it feels wrong when their mouths are suddenly slotting together— when he’s letting out a shallow groan and slipping his tongue past her teeth without so much as a warning.

“Rafe! You didn’t tell me you were gonna do that,” she squeaks out, pulling away with her face all crumpled up, feeling disconcerted.   

“Shut up, you’re gonna wake up everyone, thought you wanted to learn?” he mutters out before he’s smearing his mouth on hers once more— this time with a tight grip on her jaw that forces her to stay put as the the kiss turns into something sloppy; wet.

And afterwards, he makes her promise that she won’t tell anyone because ‘you don’t want dad to get mad at you, do you?’ and even if she feels guilt eat away at her, she keeps it to herself because the last thing she wants is to upset anyone. 

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“Rafe guess what? I have a date tomorrow,” she gives him a giddy smile while stepping into his room a few weeks later.  

“With who?” he eyes her while slouching on his bed, seemingly in the midst of texting someone.

“This guy I met on the beach today,” she sits down on the edge of the mattress when he places his phone on his nightstand.

“Yeah? What’s his name?” he asks, shifting closer.  

“Um, Ethan.” 

“Last name?”  

“I— I don’t know, didn’t ask…why does it matter? Was just wondering if you could drive me there?” she says, surprised by his sudden interest. 

“Where?” his tone sounds almost exasperated now, as if she’s done something bad.

“Um, we’re just gonna hang out at his house,” she chews on her bottom lip, suddenly nervous.

“You havin’ a date at his house? You finally gonna lose that virginity, huh?” he asks as patronizing laughter bubbles from his chest.

“What? No! S’not like that,” she mumbles, her skin already boiling. 

“No? You do know when guys say they wanna hang out, it means they wanna fuck, right? You’re not that stupid, are you?” his gaze is borderline condescending when he raises his brows.

“Well, he’s not like that, he seems nice,” she tries to defend herself, feeling small all of a sudden.

“Sweetheart, every guy’s like that, especially the ones that seem nice, you’re so fuckin’ naive,” he scoffs while running a hand through his hair.

“You know what? Forget about it, I’ll just walk there,” she huffs out, standing up to leave, however, she doesn’t get far before he’s grabbing at her arm.

“Listen, m’just tryna look out for you, okay? Don’t feel like dealin’ with your shit ‘bout how he broke your heart. I mean, if you’re not gonna let him hit, he’s gonna be expectin’ somethin’ else, you know that, right?”

She swallows.

“I— are you sure? But…but I don’t even know how to—” 

“Poor baby, what would you do without your big brother, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you, yeah?” he coos before pinky promising he’ll be gentle.

And that’s how she ends up on her knees in front of him. 

“Ray, this doesn’t feel…right,” she mumbles out, eyes focused on the ruddy tip he’s thumbing over while he stares at her.

“Shh, can be our little secret, yeah? Jus’ wanna make sure my little sister doesn’t embarrass herself,” he lets out a grunt when she blinks up at him with uncertain eyes.

“Open your mouth, tongue out,” he instructs while moving closer to her tentative form, biting his lip when she gingerly does what he tells her to. Then, he’s thudding the drippy head on the flat of her tongue— one, two, three times, which makes her let out a noise; something that only seems to spur him on.

He tastes salty and she doesn’t necessarily mind it, which makes her feel entirely too gross about the situation altogether— the words ‘I don’t wanna do this anymore’ turning into a tangled muddle when he’s already pushing past her lips, making her gag around the sudden intrusion.

“Shit, tha’s good, jus’ take it, yeah?” he rumbles out; a big hand holding the back of her head as he stuffs himself deeper down her throat— cock twitching in response to her whines and attempts at drawing away for air.

It overwhelms her to no end when he’s so rough, abrasive, but despite his broken promise, she’s unable to prevent her thighs from pressing together when throaty moans keep escaping him; his respiration turning labored by each lazy rut of his hips while her head begins to spin.

Only when his sticky cum gushes onto her tongue— the white substance dribbling past the seam of her lips and covering her chin in the process, does he grant her a moment to catch her breath.

“Guys like it when you swallow,” his voice is like gravel when he pushes at her jaw, heady gaze glued to the way her throat bobs when she does just that, the aftertaste of what they’ve done making her feel stained; dirty.

“You know, s’cute you thought I’d let some, some shithead fuck my sister,” he sounds almost humored as he pats at the flushed skin of her cheek— making her eyes turn watery when he swipes a thumb under her wobbly bottom lip to clean up the remaining mess.

She feels something in her guts churn when he tucks it back into her mouth with a sick smile.

[lystring]

im in love with my new character for the dnd game i joined the other day, i hate that I can't make her in bg3 because there's no tabaxis in game 😿

[vanishingstarrs]

taste ( katsuki bakugo x popstar!reader, sort of established relationship, inspired by please please please by s. carpenter ) ( testing the waters for this fic w a short n’ sweet chap, pls enjoy, drop your thoughts, i have a longer vers coming, sorry for the wait omg i just want this to be soso perfect for y’all )

part one, part two

“Fuck my life.”

“What?” Your best friend, Misaki, asked from the stall beside yours.

You sighed, holding your phone in your hand as you walked out and met up with her at the sinks. You hadn’t even needed to use the restroom, you just wanted to check your messages in private.

“This asshole might actually be decent.” You rolled your eyes as you sent a text back.

“Dynamight?!” She smirked, trying to peek over your shoulder, but you were quick to shield your screen from her and exclaim that she’d get water on your dress if she didn’t quit being nosy while washing up.

“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You corrected with a grin,“But yeah I guess mostly everyone calls him Dynamight for short.”

“The fact that you know his full on dorky hero name tells me all I need, girl.” She said as she reapplied lipgloss in the mirror.

You scoffed,“Uh, if anyone’s down bad, it’s him, look at this text he just sent.”

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: Just leave the lame ass party.

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: I’ll come get you.

Misaki gasped,“You dirty little slut, you wouldn’t actually leave me here to go see him would you?”

You hid your face with your hair as you contemplated your answer,“...noooo.”

“You hesitated.”

“Okay, maybe I would like to see him tonight...” You relented,“Would you hate my guts?”

“Not if you call me tomorrow to hash out all the details of your dirty little tryst with the number two hero.” She grinned devilishly.

Lucky for you that no one else had walked into the bathroom since the both of you came in here, you didn’t need everyone hearing all the details of your private life.

“Deal.”

You neglected to tell her that you’d already texted him back.

y/n ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁): how soon can you get here

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: Already left, be there in ten.

y/n ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁): meet u outside xo

You left once you saw Misaki make it back to the rest of your friends, waving to them and blowing a kiss from the door before heading to the front of the building and grabbing your coat.

You were just about to put it on when a pair of hands ripped the material from your hold and a voice stated,“Let me help you.”

You watched dumbfounded as Katsuki Bakugo held out your jacket for you, he raised his eyebrow at you, holding it closer to your arms and indicating for you to put them through when you just stared,“Don’t have all night, c’mon, baby.”

You couldn’t help roll your eyes as you finally put it on,“Actually, we do have all night.” You turned around and he carefully pulled your hair out from underneath before his palm found your cheek, a soft caress that had you leaning in instinctively. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Bunch of paps, I’m sorry, they must’ve already known you were here.” He placed a kiss on your cheek as his official hello to you,“Just say the word and I’ll blast them all to hell.”

You snorted,“Yeah, right, and with it your career.” You rolled your eyes again and took his hand in yours,“C’mon, might as well face the music.”

You walked out together, lights flashing in your faces from the moment you opened the door and the paparazzi realized it was you. They began shouting louder once they realized who was with you, Bakugo took the lead though, using a strong arm to push people away from you and yelling,“Touch her and you die!”

Hot, you thought to yourself as you smirked and allowed him to pull you along. Who needed security when you had the number two hero on your arm?

He brought you around to his car,“Dunce face and ears are gonna kill me tomorrow.”

“Who?” You asked, confused.

“My dumb friends.” He scoffed,“They’re huge fans of you, once they realized I’ve kept you a secret they’re gonna freak out and yell at me.”

You chuckled,“Well my friends know so you can tell yours anything you want… within reason.”

He gave you a smug grin and opened the door for you, holding out his hand for you to get in carefully with the tall heels you were wearing. He went around the car and got in himself, finally allowing himself to indulge in a deep kiss now that you had the privacy.

It wasn’t until the next morning when it all began, Misaki spamming your phone with texts and calls about the news articles and asking you to please avoid social media.

You didn’t, of course, too curious for your own good.

You leaned closer into Katsuki’s warmth as you read through the headlines and saw the photos snapped of the two of you hand in hand, your accounts were worse… people online didn’t bother to hide their displeasure. You were suddenly blind, your taste questionable, and everyone was saying you had terrible judgement.

And yet, you couldn’t help disagree as you felt a kiss on the back of your neck and the grip around your waist become slightly tighter.

This thing you had was good, you knew it.

[jakesangel]

naked cuddles w jake ( fluff )

because of jake's type of lifestyle, he tends to fall asleep right when he comes homes. he likes short showers and then be asleep within seconds his head fell on his pillow.

but since you came in his life, he would add you to his routine. he likes having you waiting from him in his dorms but he likes it more going to ur place. he would knock your front door softly, his head hanging low, exhausting taking his whole body. once you appear in front of his eyes, he automatically feels better. he is few minutes away from ur warmth under ur covers. so his head automatically highs up and tiredly smiles at you. he would always gives u the tightest hug, his head in your neck, kissing you and smelling you deeply. i've missed you baby, he murmured. you know, he would never let you go, so you always have to walk backwards n until your in your place, him using his foot to shut the door. the worst moment of his day is to let u out of his arms but he knows it's for the better, so thats what he would always do in order to take off his outside clothes n his shoes. but he would never forget to take ur cheeks in his hands first n kiss you softly.

the routine is always the same, you both would talk on the couch, legs tangles together, eating the meal you made him. he would still be whispering still clinging on you like a koala. he always help you w the dishes. or more like you clean them n he would be back hugging you. than you for the meal, baby. it was delicious, he softly says while his arm around u hugs u tighter. can we take a shower together now, please ? and how can you say no to him.

so per usual, you would find urself under the stream of hot water, jake still all over you but this time he is actually helping you. helping you with shampoing your hair or brushing them, help you wash ur back and arms. while doing so, he would kiss whatever skin he has in front of him along with soft whispers my soft baby , youre so pretty, i love you's. and as munch as jake is tired, he never stop cherishing you first, loving you first, helping you first. but you'd obviously do the same for him. kissing his barefaced softly, thanking him for everything he does for you, washing his hair w nothing but pure love ...

he is a gentleman, so he would always helps you step out of the shower, him following you close. and you already know what he is going to do, he is going to stop you and ask you if u guys can sleep naked together. so you don't bother trying to dry him w his towel but just drag him into your bedroom, making him smile. it was weird for you at first to just stay naked around him, but jake never stares at you weirdly his eyes always on yours or your face, specially when he is tired like this, he just want you in his arms. skin to skin. the closest he can to his angel. jake would always lead you under your covers, not caring about skin care nor hair care nor drying your or his hair, his wants is too strong now.

jake prefers big spooning you so he can sleep peacefully knowing that you are protected. but when he is like this, he prefers seeing your face, between his chest and his arms. you don't kno why but it's because he can have an easier access to to kiss you. so once comfortable, his top leg on top of both of yours, arms circling the top of your body n his head on your, fully caging you, he can finally and fully let go. and so do you, his body warmth engulfing his whole body, his soft pattern made by his hand on your hair, his body smell right under ur nose, his slowing heartbeat,, everything is making you falling asleep. but tho him it's not the end yet. he been waiting his whole day to have you like this in his arms, so as munch as he is tired, he would always fall asleep after you. he always fails tho, ur presence making him too munch at ease, so within minutes he is also in dreamland. but he fights back. he would kiss your face. soft kisses are felt in your hair, along with hums, feather like kisses on your forehead, pecks on your nose. his arms would move from time to time, lingering fingers mindlessly groping or drawing patterns on ur figures.

jake would sometimes be strong enough to let out a sleep well angel, but most of the time he is already with you, in the arms of morpheus.

notes : here is my first fic t__t i didn't kno how to end it but i do hope its readable n made u feel as fizzy as i did while writing it. lemme kno what you think about it <3

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @heeseungswifefr @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring

[yayll]

hai !! i am wondering if i can request something about foxzai w foxreader.. i dont mind any scenario i just want something about them in love hehe.. especially since they r both foxes:3

hiiiiii baby! i'm SO sorry this took quite a while, i was away for a bit on vacation and have just been trying to catch up on requests. for this specific one i didn't kno if you wanted them to be full on foxes or like fox hybrid ish so i went with the kitsune approach who can be both! i hope you like my interpretation and i'm srry if it's not proper but i had a lot of fun working on it for you and seeing these two in love hehe <3 love u

The winter can be harsh on the wild, this you already know. But the warmth that does remain doesn't come from the security in survival, It comes from knowing that if you make it through the season or should you perish during it you will always be under the watchful gaze of the one you love.

It's a brisk morning and in your snow lined fox den it's business as usual. There's no hibernation, only you and your silly little partner as you spend everyday together. He's a bit off, a bit goofy, but so are you for letting him live with you ever since that day he limped into your den! You nursed him back to health as best you could and he hasn't left you ever since, not that you'd ever want him to. Dazai's also lazy, selfish, and unintentionally hilarious during the most inappropriate times so you need to be careful when trying to understand his more 'dramatic' moments and-

Oh, yeah. food! Sooo hungry. You pad your way towards the soft spot you both share where he sleeps soundly, curled up in his kimono, his nine tails tightly wrapped around him. You think his bandages must keep him extra warm too, what a package deal. Oh how pretty he looks like that... You kneel and nudge him awake with a soft whisper.

"Hi... it's time to eat."

His pointy ears perk up and he pops one eye open as he scans you first thing.

"You brought food already? Woooowww... How gracious of you, cutie~"

You snicker quietly to yourself, and shake your head.

"No, we're going together. You need to start earning your meals."

"Pfft. I'd never make you earn your meals, you know."

You make another sound of sheer entertainment at his cute whining, and nudge him again, this time carding your fingers through his messy brown hair, and caressing those soft ears that twitch with every word you say. He could stay like this forever, he thinks. With your approval, hopefully he will.

"Is that so? I dunno... I'd say every time I head out into town to find your specialty canned crab it's quite a quest for me. Or when I trick those humans into giving me more tofu than usual for our stews I really do wonder if you ever stop to think if that's a harder than usual task for me-"

Your words are cut off by a swift and fluffy tail that clamps over your mouth. You stay quiet, a wide smile playing on your lips as you watch Dazai become animated in a second.

"...Okay, okay! Fine. I'll go... And of course, you'll do the cooking."

"I always do the cooking, Osamu."

"Yes, and thank god for that, because I love doing the eating~"

You quirk an eyebrow as you fold your arms across your chest and hum. He's so cute when he's being high maintenance. Despite you both being kitsune, he had you wondering if you were slowly becoming his human caretaker... Not that you would ever mind, that is.

"Mm, that you do..."

Dazai then stretches himself, his body becoming long as he holds the pose with his back arched, his ears flipping back as his tails fluff up, signaling he's fully awake now. He turns to you, those cunning narrowed eyes now slightly half lidded and tender. His voice is low and hoarse.

"But you know what? I also love other things..."

You tilt your head a bit as he stands to his full height, walking towards you and scanning you head to toe with that never ending gaze that oozes with affection. He knows what's going on in that little head of yours, and you almost feel bashful from the way he grants you every bit of his senses. When he reaches you, he places a hand on the top of your head inbetween your soft ears, petting you with feather light taps. He towers over you, his figure now more imposing except without the threatening aura. There could never be threat when it's just you and Dazai, because behind his goofy and easygoing exterior, there is an undying commitment to you that goes beyond life and death. And thankfully, you both will live for a long, long time despite his pesky jokes about the opposite.

He leans forward and then down enough to whisper against the shell of your ear as if he were telling you a secret.

"I love... Curry... Rice... Crab... and-"

You interrupt by looking up at him, eyes twinkling with anticipation. You weren't desperate for his tender words, for he never withheld them from you. He couldn't hide how enamored he was with you even if he tried! There was just something about hearing him say it that made you feel like it was the first time every single time. He curls one of his tails around yours, gently braiding them together as they form a furry stem, locked in place like two hands intertwined. He grins, holding your chin as you two communicate in your own little language with your eyes.

Dazai thinks about how lucky he is to be yours, through thick and thin and the coldest of winter. From the way your lashes flutter every time you blink to how your nose crinkles in the cutest ways when you laugh, he doesn't know why you entertain his mischief. Maybe he's cursed you... Maybe it's a good curse if it means you'll continue to look at him the way you aways do. Either way, you'll both see the Spring come, together.

He brings his hand down to the tip of your nose, so elegant and beautiful, and taps it while whispering.

"You. I love you. So let's go to town, yes? I'm ready to work for my meal or whatever."

You bite your lip at his call back to your previous words, trying to stop the smile from literally getting any wider as you drop the bossy act and melt for him instead. And here you thought his charm was only reserved to fool humans! You nod and when you speak, it's barely above a whisper.

"I love you too."

He leans in so close that his nose touches yours, teasing your every sense.

"I know that, cutie. Duh."

He speaks with a low purr as if stating the obvious, causing you to roll your eyes at his adorable audacity. Only Dazai could get away with this, and only you could make him feel complete this way, no matter what form he takes.

[tripleglitchwriting]

Kinesthesis 3

Jazz/Prowl/HumanReader first contact AU

Part 2

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 but I finally got something out! This was written over the course of multiple months so if it’s inconsistent that’s why. Over my impromptu hiatus I’ve grown as a writer and as a person so that will probably change the way this story goes, but not to worry! I still plan on carrying on with this fic.

Be aware that I may not remember things about that last two chapters before this because it’s been a while. If you find any mistakes, let me know!

Also, thank you to the anons that encouraged me to keep going! This one goes out to you.

So, now you have quite a few problems. Not only were the ‘robots’ alive, they were also obviously damaged and asking for your help. Your help. Of all people. You still didn’t know where they came from, if someone was piloting them, how they got here, what that blue liquid was, or why one of them only made weird metallic scratching sounds. That one in particular really freaked you out when it first started ‘speaking’. At the time, you immediately assumed there was a metal demon somewhere coming to eat you.

Instead of that, they were just giant robots asking for your help in the middle of asscrack nowhere. Very simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

“I’m… going to get to work.” You told the one apparently named ‘Prowl’. He didn’t make any sputtering noises at you this time, so you took that as your go-ahead.

He was huge. Well, you knew that, but it was still jarring. You had to literally climb him to get to his wounds. Delicately placing your rag to the injured spot on his neck, you could feel the pump of something akin to a heart under the metal. Now that was weird. Wait, maybe it was just a fuel pump of somesort. He couldn’t… it couldn't have an actual heartbeat, right? Robots don’t have heartbeats.

That isn’t possible.

After a bit of cleaning up blue liquid and trying not to cut yourself on shards of metal, a realization dawned on you. These guys were more complicated than you thought. Really, a robot shouldn’t have this much… everything. They shouldn’t have half of whatever parts are in them. What kind of coding was driving them anyway? What fuel did they even use? The blue stuff?

Oh, who are you kidding. They aren’t robots. They can’t be. They can’t just be robots. They fell from the sky, of course they can’t be robots! Your heart picked up its already erratic pace, yet even with shaky hands, your work took priority.

Soon after there wasn’t a hole in Prowl anymore. Not one on his neck, anyway. You counted that as a win. But seeing as there were way more lacerations, dents, and cuts all over both of them, you definitely had the rest of your work cut out for you.

Simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

—---------------------

Jazz, with his sight still mostly busted, anxiously awaited some sort of indicator that the person helping them was actually patching up Prowl. They seemed pretty stunned earlier. Scared. He had assumed they’d run away and get help. That would be a more reasonable reaction, right?

Obviously it was probably better that they didn’t, this was a completely new planet after all. They’d be scrap if it weren’t for this random person helping them out. This person that is native to this new planet. With… no knowledge of Cybertronian biology- oh scrap. This person had no idea what they were doing!

“W – it! Wa– a - i!” Staticy, barely understandable garble came out of his vocalizer. He heard a tiny peep out of the little guy and a kind of ‘hrmph’ from Prowl.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” They squeaked in a comically high-pitch tone. “I- I’m sorry, I- know mechanics but this is kind of different and I don’t want to hurt anybody I just-”

“Y- yo- u kno- me- c– nics?”

“Um, yeah, it’s what I do. For school.”

“S- – -ry f’r t--e frig–t, I’m j-st co– m– in’ to–my–sen s- s- ses, an’ rel-i’ed wher– we ar’... an’ I don’ kn- kn- kn- – -w… ca—n– ya- re- – -y fi- x us?”

“O- oh, n- now yo- -y questi- on it?” Prowl commented from the sidelines. Jazz deliberately ignored him.

“I mean, I can, I just need some time to figure everything out… i- it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“W- Wha-t’s’t sayi- in- ing?”

“A- askin’ i- if it- it- it- hu- – -ts.”

“O- of co- rs’ it h-urts!”

“Wait, what’s he saying?”

Jazz cringed for a moment, realizing just how taxing it’s going to be on him to keep translating. Of course, he decided to use it to his advantage. Why not have some fun in the face of certain death?

“H- he s’ys h’s t—ckl’sh.”

“Oh, um, okay. Does that mean you guys can’t feel pain? Like, can I go harder with this? I have some power tools I can use back in—” Okay. Bad plan.

“N- N- N-O we C- – -N Fe’L It!”

“Oh, um, can or can’t?”

“C- C- C- C- CAAIIIEEEZZZZzzzt!” His vocalizer gave off a pointedly unpleasant sound just before shorting out.

“Is that… should I know what that means?” Jazz took a second to reset his vocalizer.

“N- n- n- o… b- b’t w– fe’l pa’n… i–t h- – -rts…”

“Can feel pain, got it. Um, is your voice okay? I can try fixing it… if that’s a thing I can fix…?” As much as he appreciated the gesture, Jazz wasn’t ready for that kind of operation.

“N- n - o thn’ks.”

“Alright… I’m gonna keep going here then.”

It was then, nearly offline, cut off from most forms of communication, on a completely alien planet, that Jazz realized this might be a little bit too much to handle.

“Y- y- you—re an ‘di—ot.”

“M- ay’e… bu— ‘least I c’n t- t- ta-k to ou- fr’nd ‘ere.”

“It’s Wh—lja’k, o- of c-cou’se I d- di—-nnooowoowOWW!” Jazz heard a loud crash followed by a tiny scream.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, what did I do? I- I didn’t know, oh my god…”

“Wh—t? —at ‘appe— d?!”

“I- I’m sorry, I think I hit something, I’m so sorry!”

“Pr—ler? P—owl!?”

He got a groan in response. A groan and a new, distinct, clear sound.

“—bbzzzt —- bzzzt ——tobots! This is Optim— —ime. If yo- can hear thi-, heed my call. The Arc is inoperable. Most of you are scattered across an alien world. While I do not know where the Decepticons have landed, I can confirm they are on the planet with us. Do not lose hope here, my friends. For the fate of Cybertron and the remaining Autobots rests in your capable servos. Attached to this message are the coordinates to the Arc, I will be waiting for you there. Good luck—- bzzzt —— bzzzt—-!”

The three sat in silence. While he couldn’t see the hologram that was most likely coming from Prowl’s projector, he heard what the message contained. They were safe. Optimus was safe. And he once again had a goal to achieve.

“Wh- what the hell was that!?”

“Th’nk Pri—us…” Prowl whispered.

“It -as… a- a- f- fri—nd.”

“Oh, okay. What did your friend say?”

“Th— w- we ha— so—me-here t- be.” Jazz attempted to move his body, but was once again denied. “W- we n- n- ne—d to g—-!”

“Hey, woah woah woah! You are not well enough to get up yet! I haven’t even started patching you up!”

“Aau—augh! I- I- kn— Ratc— uh, I- I- I kno—“

“Settle down. I- I’ll be as fast as I can, alright?”

Jazz huffed in halfhearted agreement. Prowl, on the other hand…

—---------------------

He thought this was an incredible waste of their time. Oh, sure, he needed to be fixed, but he was doing just fine now and he did not need help from a mysterious stranger he couldn’t understand. How could he, Prowl of Petrex, need the help of a tiny little creature like this one? There was no such need. The only need he had was to get himself and Jazz functional again, report back to Optimus, and win the war.

He tried to get up. After about half a second of metal creaking, unconscious groaning, and a little squeak from his benefactor, his body gave out. His spark burned with a searing mixture of frustration and stress as he tried to clench a servo. But of course he couldn’t. Of course he was stuck. Injured, vulnerable, and useless. But still, Optimus needed him. Needed them. So he needed to get up!

“C- cal- m d- do— n Pr—‘er… ye’ sca- a- rin’ ‘em…” He could hear panicked chittering from somewhere on top of him. He had half a mind to shoo the thing away, but even if he could raise his servo, he knew this was his only hope. He would never admit that, obviously, but deep in his spark he knew.

He didn’t respond to Jazz. He didn’t need to. He just focused on the little twinge of pain somewhere atop his chassis and a wound being sealed. A familiar feeling. Not too familiar, not like this, but enough to be comforting.

He imagined the medbay in the Arc. That time when they defeated the enemy and no one had to die. They won, and everyone cheered and celebrated and did whatever people do to express joy during a war.

He was unconscious for cycles. Just because nobody died doesn’t mean nobody was hurt. And he was really, really hurt. But it didn’t matter, not even to him. Moments like that are rare, after all. When one could rejoice without mourning the loss of a friend. He’d only expected Ratchet or First Aid to stay with him during that time. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate the spoils of victory? No one is willing to give up a moment of solace like that. No one is stupid enough to pass up the opportunity for happiness. Except Jazz.

Jazz stayed with him the whole time. He stayed by his bedside, refusing to leave once the required surgery was over. He brought glasses of energon for both of them. To share.

Prowl didn’t wake up then. He missed the party and the congratulations and the relief. He missed Jazz telling him stories and about his day. He missed when the rest of the crew stopped by to check on him. When he did finally come out of stasis, Jazz wasn’t there. Not of his own volition, but because he passed out on the floor due to exhaustion. They both got a long lecture about taking care of themself from Ratchet when it was over.

And Jazz is there, now, still with him. Bleeding out and broken, but still there. And Prowl was powerless to help him. His HUD sang one final message in his head before it went suddenly silent, and he fell helplessly into the deep abyss of stasis.

[sugar-omi]

OMFG DUDE I was thinking abt coves dick again (as one does 🤭) and just realized w the dick size math that cove prolly bought normal condoms before yall went ‘all the way’ bc he didn’t kno he was huge (like u said in that one ramble like “move ur arm” “that’s not my arm”)

so when yall actually get into it and he tries to put it on u just have an awkward moment where he’s like

“it’s too small����‍♂️”

and now he’s apologizing for ‘ruining’ ur ‘real’ first time together and ur torn between comforting him that he didn’t ruin shit and laughing bc usually when guys say that it’s a fucking lie but he’s actually so deadass and u can see it the way the rubber doesn’t even accommodate his tip 😭💀

then u gotta tell him it’s okay to hold off until yall get bigger condoms or ur okay going raw if he is 🤭🤭🤭

-🗑️

ARGHH YOU ARE NOT HELPING MY ACCIDENTAL CREAMPIE BRAINROT. "the way the rubber doesnt even accommodate his tip" ohhh god biting my lips off my face rn. i can't fucking....

he would be too scared to go raw, especially first time. he knows that's a demon he's not ready to face (if you ask, he'll say he worried about any accidental children. but deep, deep in his mind. he knows something will, and does, click when you do it raw and he cums in you the first time...)

mmm, there's a few different ways to go with this...

because I can see cove waiting, im sure he does. he does wait, he wants things to be perfect (as perfect as 2 virgins fucking for the first time can be) and for you guys to avoid any unwanted scares or accidents.

but I also love the thought of him being impatient..

he buys the "right" condoms the second time around, and it doesn't look exactly right... but it's definitely not as small as last time...

decides to go with it after a bit of inner turmoil... "..maybe it's meant to fit that way? I thought it was supposed to go all the way to the base, though. its a bit tight, too... fuck, it'd be way too embarrassing to get the size wrong again. not that y/n would bully me about it or something, but... argh, I really want this to be perfect too. and I wanna go all the way with her..."

or even if he buys the right size, perhaps doesn't realize, or chooses the thin condoms since that's what was left. doesn't realize how different the thin ones are, especially of they're the ultra thin.

eitherway, all~~ circles back to right now. he's sinked into you, and he is gentle, he wants your first time to be romantic after all. but as he gets closer n closer to the edge, he gets a bit excited, his hips thrusting deeply into you.. all he can think about is how much he loves you, your pretty sounds, your body pressed against his, and the tight heat of your cunt.

doesn't realize when it breaks, not really anyway. gasps and moans because fuck you feel so hot inside, so wet and perfect... too far gone to think about the sudden change in sensation. and when he finishes, he definitely doesn't think about it. too lost in the feeling of his cum filling up the "condom" and your walls tightening around him as you finish too.

also love the thought that regardless of if he buys the right size or the thin, or if he remembers to pinch the tip of the rubber, all that sweet stuff.. he still ends up cumming inside you. not noticing if he teared the rubber in his hurry to be inside you already (blame teenage hormones, it's not his fault yeah 🙏)

of course not blowing his full load inside you, but i like to think that he cums so much, its really a miracle he doesn't break the rubbers from that amount alone... either way it's gonna leak out, n even just that little bit..

but regardless of how it happens, once he gets past the initial stress of it all n you get past the scare. his mind is totally filled with thoughts of actually coming inside you..

n even his dreams are filled with the image of your cunt all twitchy and wet with fluids n a bit puffy from all the fucking, n having earlier ate you out in the dream, n his fat load of cum leaking out of your cunt...

can't look you in the eye. he's totally ruined... probably can't look his parents in the eye either since he promised to be responsible, but now he's dreaming and fantasizing of doing otherwise..

[yeahtimesten]

18+, mdni / maybe modern!au or 2019!patrick if you want tbh idk but smartphones r involved

you and your friends are out barhopping on the city strip, you’ve already hit three different places and you’re ordering at least two drinks per place. you and the three other girls you go out with are rowdy and obnoxious at this point, definitely wasted. and your shared ‘locker room talk’ with the besties is something so perverted, so nasty. but they say drunk words are sober thoughts. and the topic at hand is something probably every woman universally agrees on.

yeah, dick pics are gross and all, but: “nut vids with the sound on,” you’re cackling at your friends proclamation. “those get me freaky. like wet wet.”

“dude, yessss, that’s what i’m sayinggg,” another friend agrees.

and you’re laughing along. but really, you had never received one. you knew the meme, and you saw the appeal, but you had never seen one.

don’t get me wrong, you and patrick are still gettin’ it on over the phone and video chat, doing everything else possible to bridge the gap that distance brought you. being a tennis player on tour, working up to the big leagues, was something you wholeheartedly supported for your boyfriend. to keep morale up, you even sent him a gift box once complete with polaroids, a spicy letter spritzed with your signature perfume, and a pair of worn panties, baby pink and silk with a lacy little trim. you liked to treat him like that.

and he treated you too, with new panties and outfits he wanted to see you in and other miscellaneous gifts, and good dick too whenever he was able to come around and see you. but when you got to thinking, you realized a majority of the gifts he gave you, were really a gift for himself as well. yeah, he’d jerk off to you on video calls, but it wasn’t for you, it’d just be weird if his cam wasn’t on when yours was too.

another round of shots were had before the four of you were making your way to the next bar, the last stop of the night. and you were trailing behind your three friends, typing on your phone to him. partially because you are ovulating, definitely because you were drunk, and you were a tad bit in your head now too thinking about the things patrick could be doing for you, but you were going absolutely feral in his dms.

babyyy wen r u gna see me next :(

i miss uuuu hehehe

need ur hand around my neck while u finger me NEOWWW

and he’s receiving all your texts with fervor. you’re totally exciting him and arousing him. but hes crossfaded (on tour? smh, but he’s celebrating a win as well as the end of this leg of travel) out with other players that he’s met so his replies are just as desperate and sad and pathetic as yours.

soon gorjus

be there b4 u kno it

cant wait for u to take my dick

send pix ?

and when you get to the next bar, you immediately excuse yourself to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, posing with your shirt lifted. your perfect tits are exposed to the camera, and because you love and trust your boyfriend, at least half of your face is still in frame too. your lips are slightly pouting, and you know that detail will drive him mad. and you snap another, but this one is an underskirt shot; you standing up in the stall, with your panties pulled down over your mid thighs, also in frame, from behind at the perfect angle to showcase your ass, with a hint of your pretty pussy in frame. and you send both to him in a photo set.

earlier, you sent him more innocently posed but still quite sexy outfit photos and selfies before going out. you did this every time you left the house basically. it was both endearing and such a huge turn on for him, no matter how you were dressed. your outfit was especially scantily clad tonight, so he was already having dirty thoughts of you. he was supportive of what you wore, and was never really controlling, but he wished he were by your side protecting you from other creeps who’d love to sneak a peak. and he had already fantasized about taking you to a dingy bathroom in one of these dive bars you frequented that he saw in the background of your photos, and bending you over the sink and fucking you from behind, both of you watching in the mirror.

both of your data connections were shitty, but he was texting you that he was heading home. he couldn’t wait any longer and needed to get off to you now. and he asked if you were going home any time soon.

another shot, and nursing a midori sour, or whatever your drink of choice is, you and your friends are still chatting and having a wild time, but you’re having flashbacks to the last time you both were together. you remember him boring into your wet cunt, on top of you, in the back of your car at the airport, because you couldn’t bare to part without one last fuck. your thighs squeezed together, trying to dismiss the warm pit forming in your stomach.

you were relieved when one of your friends decided to call it quits, and since your apartment complexes were so close to each other, you decided to share an uber. as you two waited for the ride, you finally received his texts and confirmed you’d be home soon too and that you two could call and take care of each other. and on the ride back, while your friend is talking your ear off, you check your phone again to see a snapchat. patrick sent you a video.

without thinking, you clicked on the notification to see what he sent. and now who would have guessed, that in this moment, you’d see a video he recorded of his cock out, laying in the dark on his bed, his flash was on. his dick glistened with his spit, as he slowly started stroking his shaft and playing with his tip. in a panic, you lock your phone and stuff it back into your purse, face flush with embarrassment.

your friend looks at you with furrowed brows. “you okay?” and you nod, hoping she hadn’t taken a good peak at your screen.

“i’m fine,” you smile. you’re more than fine, you’re seeing stars. and you’re anxious to reach home. after what feels like an eternity, you’re finally there. you skip up the steps and and climbed the flights of stairs until you reach your floor. the anticipation is getting the better of you as you fumble with your keys. but finally, you’re inside and it’s oasis. your place to be horny and out of control.

you flop on your bed and reopen snapchat, 5 more segments of that video waiting for you to open. you turn up your volume to max. in next clip of the video, he’s still taking his time stroking slow and you can hear his breath hitching, yours matching in real time. his breathing is heavy and loud, as little moans and groans escape his lips.

i fucking love you baby, he says in the clip. i’m so fucking hard for you.

and you’re so wet for him, as you reach down and start rubbing circles into your clit above your underwear. the video keeps going, and he picks up the pace, his moans getting louder. you love how he isn’t silent in bed. he’s so vocal and sweet, showing you he’s enjoying it just as much as you are.

the next reel starts, and he is fully jerking off, his breathing getting faster. you know what’s about to come. him. and with one final guttural groan, he does. glistening white cum leaks out gently, and he continues to stroke, much slower, making sure to milk every last drop.

r u home yet baby ?

he texted you.

- ya

and immediately, you have an incoming facetime. you answer and the camera is pointed to just his face, still sitting in the dark.

“hey, princess, how was your night out,” he asked.

“it was good,” you said. “i accidentally opened your snap in front of my friend though.”

“i texted you to wait until you were home to see it,” he laughs at you.

you didn’t receive that text. but you were just stunned he practically read your mind, that you wanted exactly that video.

“i missed you.”

“how much baby?”

“so so much, i couldn’t wait to get home and talk to you,” you pouted.

“me neither,” he whispered. “i’m hard again, baby. wanna see?”

and before you answer, he’s pulled his phone back to angle on his cock, with his abdomen and face still in frame. he’s moving it around, teasing you with its length.

“i miss fucking you so bad. do you miss fucking me?” it’s your turn to tease, and you move your phone down to reveal your panties with a big wet splotch soaked into the fabric.

“you really were thinking of me all night, huh?” he’s starting to stroke himself again, and you do him the favor of bringing the camera back and pulling your shirt off. he’s obsessed with how hard your nipples are, and he moans for you.

“your tits are so perfect,” he breaths out. “touch yourself for me, baby. i wanna see you rub your clit.”

and like it’s a royal command, you pull your panties down, and show him your finger swirling around your wet cunt.

“that’s perfect, you’re perfect,” he says.

you’re watching each other get off and his mind is racing with things he wants to do to you, with you, for you. and he’s sharing about half of them with you.

“i can’t wait to fuck you again. i can take you out to dinner and a movie, and we can sit in the back row by ourselves and mess around.”

“and you can ride me in the passenger seat of your car.”

“i wanna play with your ass so bad and eat you out from the back.”

“finger your pussy for me, sexy. let me see you fuck yourself with your pretty manicured fingers that i paid for. you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and besides his new request, everything is in one ear and out the other. your sole focus is watching him get off so you can get off. and it’s working, the heat in your pelvis growing stronger, you are about to release any second. you can tell he is too, as his breathing is heavier and his words and incoherent and slurred, he sounds tortured. you move back to rubbing your clit.

“are you gonna cum, baby? i’m going to, i want you to cum with me,” he sighs.

“yeah baby, i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna cum patrick!”

your moans harmonize with each other as you both finish together and you both continue to touch yourself as the tension in your groins lessen. you’re still pulsating for moments after.

“i can’t wait to see you any longer, im booking a flight for tomorrow to see you,” he says, still huffing. and you can’t wait either.

[kafka-ish]

part 1

Patrick asks Art if he got the stuff and how much to which Art replies: yea just an 8th tho and Patrick replies Dude wtf

No dude. You never told me your dealer was hot!!!

Don’t bother. Asked if she’d trade head for half. Wouldn’t budge. Strict business or whatever.

Two seconds later: Still. I’d tap that.

Art decides against telling him about the sample he got. Sticks the joint you rolled in his desk drawer. Does weed have an expiration date? he wonders. He drops by Patrick’s who asks how the deal went. If you gave him a discount for it being his first time and all.

“How much’d she charge?” Patrick wonders aloud, comparing prices in his head, secretly hoping his friend got ripped off.

It takes Art awhile to settle on a number. He still doesn’t know the price of weed. “Like fifty?”

“For an eighth?” Patrick laughs at this like okay this chick is insane and Art realizes he said the wrong thing.

“She said it was the good stuff.” Art shrugs, trying to play it off.

“Whatever man, but you need to learn how to negotiate… So we gonna smoke this shit or what?”

Art begins to make appearances more frequently. But he has to be calculated with how he goes about this. Doesn’t want to seem desperate, hooked on fucking weed. How pathetic. He has to pace himself. At first his visits are periodic. Comes by a few times a month for his regular pick up. But he can’t get enough. Sporadic turns into every other week and every other week turns into Friday nights after his games or if not a tournament, practice. He’s at your door with takeout in hand. Something different every time; he keeps you on your feet and you like the surprise. Tacos, Thai, Lo Mien. Indian when he wins his matches.

You don’t smoke with him at first when he asks, though; you have a rule about smoking up with clients.

“Oh,” he says, feeling defeated. Disappointed that’s how you think of him.

“You still want that eighth?” you ask.

“Um, no. Actually I think I’m gonna go.”

“Art,” you say and the sound of your voice calling his name has him frozen in place. His hand is still on the knob for a moment before it drops, falls by his side. He wipes it on his pants, a habit he has. "Don't do this."

"What? Change my mind?"

"No--"

"You're not trying to peer pressure me, are you?" You wonder if Art's being serious right now. If he's using your methodology of paying tuition and groceries against you. It's your turn to freeze.

"Fine then. Leave. But just so you know I wasn't the one hitting up strangers for weed." You're calm when you say this, only making it harder for Art to reach for the door once more.

Of course, he comes crawling back. Ends up blowing up your phone.

Art: Hey

Art: I'm sorry for what i said the other day. I wasn't thinking. Obviously. It just hurt when u called me a customer. Which i guess i technically am. I dont kno.

Art: I think ur really cool

Art: I guess i just wanted to smoke with someone other than patrick

Art: Did i mention i think ur really cool

You roll your eyes at the thread of messages, how they still come in and your phone can't stop vibrating; you're not finished reading but it keeps pinging. Still, you're smiling. Can't help but read his texts over and over again before responding and you feel a heat on your cheeks when you haven't even lit up.

You text him the same thing when he always texts you after one of his games: My place 9?

"You think I'm cool, huh?" You nudge Art, sitting next to you on the couch. His legs are crossed, facing yours.

Art blushes at the question, the pressure you put him under. Finally musters up the courage to say, “yeah. Really cool.” Then leans in, does that thing that guys do where they grab your jaw, almost caresses it, then brings you in to kiss your lips. It’s soft. Gentle. Thinks he might hurt you if he’s not careful. And he doesn’t linger long but you can taste his chapstick. Mint. You miss him already when his lips leave yours and your tongue sweeps over where flesh once was, itching for another taste.

He sees this. Locks his lips on yours again. Instinct. It's just as quick and sweet as the first one. You feel him grin when his mouth meshes with yours and the sensation of his smile pressing into your cheeks gets you all giddy-like.

“So does that mean you’ll smoke with me?” His smile doesn’t leave when you pull away. And you see his eyebrows are raised while his eyes are blue and bright. A dash of hope shimmers in them and you can see your reflection in them.

“Yeah,” you say, hushed, almost a whisper as if you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You’re breaking your rules for him, is what Art’s thinking. And you tell yourself it’s just a one time exception but when he comes over next Friday you find yourself rolling a joint and passing it to him in between kisses.

And now it’s your routine.

He doesn’t need to text you asking for an eighth and you don’t need to tell him what time and place. He just shows up after practice. Of course, you expect him.

“I hope I didn’t get you addicted.”

“Nah.” Art’s lean frame is already hanging on the doorway and he doesn’t come inside immediately when you welcome him in. Instead, he takes you in his arms. They feel stronger each time. Plants a big wet kiss on your lips. And he is addicted. Just not what you think.

[isacksteban]

Eventually — Lawhan Mixed Media AU

Twitch Streamer AU — 3.2k words — @ellearts — masterlist

Jack tried to shake it off.

Tried to tell himself he was being ridiculous.

Liam was his friend. That’s all he had ever been. That’s all he had ever promised to be.

Jack rubbed a hand over his face, staring blankly at the wall. He knew he should just drop it — close Instagram, get up, do literally anything else — but instead, he found himself reaching for his phone again. He opened their chat without thinking, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Jack:

hey, u up?

It was stupid. He knew that. But Liam usually answered fast, and right now, Jack just… needed to hear from him. Needed something to pull him out of his own head.

Three dots appeared almost instantly. Jack’s pulse stuttered.

Liam:

course, what’s up?

Jack hesitated, gripping his phone tighter. He had no idea what to say.

Hey, I just spent the last twenty minutes cyberstalking your girlfriend because I got jealous for no reason?

Hey, I thought maybe you liked me, but clearly, I’m an idiot?

Instead, he forced his fingers to type:

Jack:

nah, just couldn’t sleep.

figured u were awake too.

Liam’s reply came just as fast.

Liam:

u know me too well, mate.

what’s on ur mind?

Jack swallowed. The words were right there — questions he had no right to ask. But he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

Jack:

nothing.

just bored. :)

A beat. Then—

Liam:

well ur in luck bc i was just abt to kick some guy’s ass in cod.

wanna watch?

Jack huffed out something like a laugh, even though his chest still felt tight.

Jack:

sure.

Liam sent him the stream link. Jack clicked it immediately, even though he knew it wouldn’t fix anything. Even though it wouldn’t make the ache go away.

But for now, for now, it was enough to pretend nothing had changed.

The stream had been live for about fifteen minutes, and Jack’s chat was already in full chaos mode. The camera was perfectly angled to avoid showing his face but still captured Esteban and Lance sitting side-by-side, bickering over the “right” way to hatch a slime in Stardew Valley.

“No, no, no!” Esteban huffed, practically lunging for the mouse. “Lance, you’re wasting eggs! That’s not how you do it.”

“It’s a slime, Esteban,” Lance shot back, rolling his eyes. “You put an incubator down, put an egg in it it, and it’s fine. We’re not on a survival show!”

"Esteban treating this like it’s the Olympics.”

“Lance and getting mad at Este, name a more iconic duo.”

“OB, you’re too calm for this.”

Jack leaned into his mic — still hidden off to the side of the camera — chuckling softly. “You guys wanted to see what it’s like when these two play games together. This is it. This is the whole experience.”

“Oh, come on, O.B,” Lance teased, finally shoving the mouse back at Esteban. “You’re supposed to be our leader in these games, you've just gotten lazy.”

Jack shook his head, glancing at the chat. “Leader? Babysitter, maybe.”

Esteban smirked, settling back in his chair. “Outback's just mad because Liam’s probably better at cozy games than we are.”

Jack froze, his face heating immediately — it'd been a month since he'd found out about the girl Liam was with. At least, he thought Liam was with. The Kiwi was far too confusing when it came to his friendships, it appeared like he just kissed all of his friends on the cheek? “What does Liam have to do with this?”

The chat jumped on it immediately.

“LIAM? KIWI?? WHAT DID HE DO???”

“Are they talking about Kiwikiller?”

“Oooooh, your crush is showing.”

Jack cleared his throat, trying to ignore the growing warmth in his cheeks. “I’m pretty sure Liam’s busy playing Call of Duty or something. He doesn’t have time for farming.”

“Oh, please,” Esteban said, grinning. “You talk to him all the time. Didn’t he say he’d try a farming game if you played Red Dead with him?”

Jack groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s not— he was just joking.”

“Sure he was,” Lance chimed in, smirking as he leaned closer to the camera. “Chat, did you know that Outback here stays up late texting Liam about game strategies and random life stuff? It’s adorable.”

“Lance,” Jack hissed, his voice low and panicked, “don’t—”

The chat absolutely lost it:

“EXCUSE ME???”

“Outback and Kiwi texting confirmed???”

“Jack, blink twice if you’re in love.”

Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands even though the camera wasn’t on him. “You guys are the worst,” he muttered, his voice muffled.

“You’re blushing, aren’t you?” Esteban teased, poking Jack’s arm.

“I am not!” Jack protested, though the crack in his voice gave him away.

Lance leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “Chat, for the record, Liam’s probably watching this stream right now. Should we tell him Jack has a huge crush?”

“No, no, no, no!” Jack panicked, his hands flying up. “He’s not watching, and we’re not telling him anything!”

The chat, of course, only escalated the teasing:

“LIAM, WHERE YOU AT???”

“Jack’s blushing, 110%”

“WE NEED A KIWI-OUTBACK STREAM ASAP.”

Jack sighed, trying to focus back on the game while Esteban and Lance continued laughing. He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, though. He and Liam had been getting closer, chatting late into the night about games, life, and everything in between. Jack knew he was falling hard, but he had no idea if Liam even felt the same — or if Liam was even into guys.

The thought made his stomach twist, but for now, he shoved it aside. He’d survive this stream first — and maybe, probably not, deal with his feelings later.

kkofficial✅️

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kkofficial weewee or whatever pierre says

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pg96 wow.. very mature mec

kkofficial thank you mick i try

kkofficial autocorrect...

outbacksprout je pense que oui!! este taught me french

kkofficial ok showoff 😕

user i luv the kkob crumbs we get every time one of them post

user liam if u breathe u have to do a collab stream with ob

kkofficial 😶‍🌫️

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outbacksprout throuple date!! (don't tell their husbands)

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outbacksprout THE ONE POST I TOLD U TWO NOT TO LOOK AT :(

maplemarauder ob baby when do they ever listen to you?

outbacksprout :((

kkofficial hmm if only i had someone to show me around australia

outbacksprout tell me if u find someone

user OB PLS SHOW HIM AROUND IM BEGGING YOU

outbacksprout well.. since you asked so nicely...

Jack checked his phone for the hundredth time, his foot tapping anxiously against the tile floor of the airport arrivals area. His hoodie was pulled up, and he had his cap low over his face — not that he was famous enough to be recognized, but still. His nerves were wrecked.

He wasn’t even sure why he was this nervous. It wasn’t like he and Liam hadn’t spent months talking, calling, and playing games together nearly every day. But this was different.

This was real.

A new wave of passengers flooded through the arrival gates, and then — there he was.

Liam was easy to spot, even in a sea of people. Tousled blonde hair, effortlessly cool despite the exhaustion of a long flight, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. And then there was that grin — wide, easy, like this was just another day instead of a monumental moment in Jack’s life.

Jack swallowed hard and lifted a hand in an awkward little wave.

Liam spotted him instantly, his grin widening. Without hesitation, he strode over and pulled Jack into a quick, one-armed hug.

Jack tensed for half a second before forcing himself to relax, patting Liam’s back awkwardly. “Hey.”

Liam pulled back, looking him up and down like he was actually processing that Jack was real. “Holy shit,” he said, laughing. “You exist.”

Jack grinned so wide it hurt. “Yeah, well, so do you.”

Liam clapped a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. “You look exactly like I imagined.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “What, anxious and sleep-deprived?”

Liam grinned. “Exactly.”

Jack rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he grabbed Liam’s bag and started toward the exit. “Come on, mate. Let’s get you settled before I regret this whole thing.”

Liam just laughed, jogging to catch up. “Too late, you’re stuck with me for seven whole weeks now.”

Jack sat at his desk later that night, staring at his Twitch dashboard. His phone buzzed with notifications — his usual audience, already hyped for his next stream.

Liam was sprawled across Jack’s couch, flipping through his phone, completely unbothered. “You announcing it, or are you just gonna let people think you disappeared?”

Jack sighed, rubbing his temples. “Yeah, of course I'm announcing it, just— give me a second.”

Liam smirked. “Nervous?”

Jack scoffed. “No.” He was. But whatever.

After one last deep breath, he opened Twitter and typed:

“Going live tomorrow with a special guest!!!! You guys are NOT ready for this one.. trust me.”

The post was up for maybe five seconds before the replies started rolling in.

“??? SPECIAL GUEST???”

“OH MY GOD WHO”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE NOT READY”

“DON’T BE SHY DROP A HINT”

Liam snickered from the couch. “Oh, mate. They have no idea what’s coming.”

Jack sighed dramatically, dragging a hand over his face. “This is gonna be a nightmare.”

Liam grinned. “Yeah, but it’s gonna be fun.”

And, despite himself, Jack couldn’t help but smile — the nerves didn't matter with Liam smiling so fondly at him from just a few feet away.

Jack wasn’t sure he had ever been this nervous in his life.

He sat on the couch, his knee bouncing anxiously as the countdown ticked down on his stream overlay. Liam was next to him — actually next to him, pressed right up against his side, their thighs flush together. Jack could feel the warmth of him, solid and real, and it was making it impossible to think straight.

Liam had flown all the way to Australia for this. For him.

A hand landed on Jack’s knee, firm and steady. “Breathe, mate,” Liam murmured, voice low enough that the mic wouldn’t pick it up.

Jack inhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his already-messy hair — it was far from a buzzcut now. “I am breathing,” he muttered, though his voice came out unsteady.

Liam grinned, giving his knee a quick squeeze before pulling back. “You’ll be fine. They already love you. This is just gonna make them love you more.”

Jack swallowed, nodding. He wasn’t so sure about that — but it was too late to back out now.

The timer hit zero.

The stream went live.

The chat exploded instantly.

“WAIT IS THIS REAL”

“ARE THEY ACTUALLY TOGETHER IRL”

“OH MY GOD LIAM AND OUTBACK IN THE SAME ROOM”

“OB FACE REVEAL INCOMING??”

Jack let out a shaky breath, fingers tightening on the edge of his hoodie. Liam must have noticed, because suddenly, he was tugging Jack toward him, slinging an arm around his shoulders like it was nothing.

Jack nearly choked.

Liam leaned closer, grinning at the camera. “Alright, chat. This is the moment. You ready?”

Jack shot him a mildly panicked look, and Liam just squeezed his shoulder, reassuring. Jack exhaled, bracing himself — then reached forward and finally moved the camera so he was in frame as well.

For the first time ever, his audience saw him.

The reaction was instant chaos.

“OB IS REAL AND HE’S HOT???”

“BRO WHY DID YOU HIDE FOR SO LONG”

“OUTBACK YOU ARE GORGEOUS PLEASE”

“HE LOOKS SO NERVOUS AWWE”

Jack let out a breathless laugh, running a hand over his face, he had no idea what to say.

Liam, still draped over him, was grinning like an idiot. “See? Told you they’d love you.”

Jack shot him a glare. “Y'know since you're here we could just start boxing on stream, right?”

Liam shrugged, lazily playing with the drawstring of Jack’s hoodie. “I couldn't hurt your pretty face, not after chat just saw it!”

Jack groaned, shoving at Liam’s shoulder, but the bastard barely moved. Instead, Liam just leaned into it, resting his head against Jack’s like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Which, of course, sent the chat into a full meltdown.

“THE WAY HE’S LEANING ON OUTBACK HELLO???”

“ARE THEY?? IS THIS?? WHAT IS THIS."

“THEM BEING TOUCHY IRL TOO I’M GONNA DIE”

“OB'S IS BLUSHINGGGGG”

Jack covered his face with his hands, groaning. “Chat, please. I need you to breathe.”

“Bit rich coming from you,” Liam teased, nudging Jack’s jaw with his shoulder. “You’re all red, mate.”

“Because you won’t stop touching me!” Jack hissed under his breath.

Liam only laughed, dropping his arm from Jack’s shoulders — only to hook two fingers around Jack’s hoodie collar, tugging him slightly closer. “Better?”

Jack let out the most exasperated noise of his life. “Oh my god, you’re the worst.”

The chat loved it.

“THEY’RE FLIRTING. LIVE.”

“I CAN’T TELL IF THEY’RE TOGETHER OR IF STRAIGHT GUYS ARE JUST LIKE THIS HELP”

“DO WE SHIP THIS? I THINK WE SHIP THIS.”

“KKOB CONFIRMED. WE WON.”

Jack groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate you all.”

Liam chuckled, finally — finally — giving Jack a little space. “Anyway,” he said, grinning at the camera, “I think Outback here had something else to say.”

Jack sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “Uh— while we’re here, I guess I should say— hi. I’m Jack.”

That was all it took. The chat exploded again.

“HIS NAME IS JACK. EVERYONE SHUT UP.”

“LIAM AND JACK. JACK AND LIAM. I’M LOSING IT.”

“WE FINALLY HAVE A NAME. THIS IS A MOMENT IN HISTORY.”

“THEY’RE SO OBVIOUSLY IN LOVE SOMEONE HELP”

Liam clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. “Congrats, mate. You’re officially Jack now.”

Jack groaned again, but this time, there was a smile pulling at his lips.

Chat was happy. Liam was happy. And even though this was terrifying, even though his heart was pounding so hard he was sure Liam could hear it, Jack felt something in his chest loosen.

“Alright, chat,” Liam said, leaning against Jack’s kitchen counter with an easy grin. “Since, in my humble opinion, Jack’s face reveal wasn’t chaotic enough, we’ve decided to attempt something even worse— baking.”

Jack groaned, running a hand down his face. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this.”

“You love me,” Liam shot back automatically.

Jack froze.

Liam, realizing what he’d just said, immediately tried to play it off, smirking. “As a friend, obviously.”

Jack narrowed his eyes at him, but before he could respond, chat was already losing it — though there hadn't been a moment of peace this whole stream.

“DID HE JUST CASUALLY DROP THAT???”

"AS A FRIEND???? SURE LIAM.”

“JACK LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO DIE LMAO.”

Jack shook his head, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. “We’re making cookies,” he said, aggressively changing the subject. “That’s it. That’s all we’re doing.”

Liam snorted. “And by ‘we,’ he means me because he’s too scared to actually bake.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I’m not scared. I just— know my limits.”

Liam clapped his hands together. “Well, lucky for you, I do bake. Occasionally.”

Jack raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Oh yeah? When’s the last time?”

Liam paused. “…A few years ago.”

Jack let out a long, suffering sigh. “We’re gonna die.”

Things went wrong almost immediately.

Jack measured out the flour while Liam attempted to crack eggs into the bowl.

“See, this is easy,” Liam said confidently.

A loud crunch followed.

Jack turned just in time to see Liam staring down at the bowl in horror, half an eggshell floating in the mixture.

Jack gasped. “Oh my god—”

“Fix it!” Liam whisper-yelled, shaking Jack’s arm.

Jack shoved him off, trying to fish the eggshell out while chat tore into him.

“LIAM YOU HAD ONE JOB.”

“SAVE THE BATTER.”

“THEY’RE SO USELESS HELP.”

Jack finally managed to get most of the shell out, exhaling in relief. “Okay. Crisis averted.”

Liam dusted his hands off. “I don’t know why you were freaking out. That’s just extra crunch.”

Jack shoved him. “Shut up.”

Somehow, things got worse.

Liam was in charge of adding sugar. Jack, foolishly trusting him, focused on mixing.

“I’m just saying,” Liam said, dumping something into the bowl, “we could’ve made something cooler. Like a cake shaped like my face.”

Jack scoffed. “You think I have the artistic skill to make a cake look like you?”

Liam grinned. “You could try. You’re always looking at me, anyway.”

Jack fumbled the whisk, splattering batter everywhere.

“LIAM STOP FLIRTING FOR TWO SECONDS.”

“JACK IS SHORT-CIRCUITING.”

“WHERE'S LANCE?? HE NEEDS TO HELP THEM.”

Jack groaned, turning back to the mixture. “Okay, let’s just get these in the oven before I regret everything.”

But then he tasted the batter.

And immediately gagged.

“What the— Liam, what did you put in this?”

Liam blinked. “Uh. Sugar?”

Jack stared at him. “Liam.”

Liam’s face suddenly went pale. “…I may have used the wrong container.”

Jack turned to the counter. Two identical jars sat there. One labeled Sugar. One labeled Salt.

Jack inhaled deeply through his nose. “Liam.”

“I swear they looked the same—”

Jack grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at him.

Liam yelled, stumbling back as white powder covered his hoodie. “MATE!”

“BOYS... STOP... FOR ME 🥺”

“JACK JUST ATTACKED HIM LMAO.”

“REST IN PEACE COOKIES 😭”

After actually using sugar, they managed to get the cookies in the oven. For a few glorious minutes, it seemed like things were going okay.

Then the smoke alarm went off.

Jack and Liam both froze.

“…That’s not good,” Liam said.

Jack raced to the oven, yanking it open to see the cookies had spread way too much, batter dripping onto the hot metal.

Liam coughed. “Sooo… you think they’re done?”

Jack turned, grabbed the oven mitts, and shoved them into Liam’s hands. “Fix it.”

Liam wheezed with laughter as he tried to pull out the baking sheet while Jack flailed, trying to fan the smoke away.

“THEY ALMOST SET THE KITCHEN ON FIRE.”

“LIAM CANNOT BE TRUSTED.”

“NEITHER OF THEM CAN BE TRUSTED.”

Eventually, they managed to save some of the cookies. Kind of. They looked questionable, but they weren’t burnt, so Jack counted it as a win.

Liam picked one up, studying it. “Y’know, they don’t look that bad.”

Jack shot him a glare. “Try it.”

Liam hesitated. “…You first.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “No. You.”

They stared at each other for a long moment before, at the same time, they both shoved cookies into each other’s mouths.

Liam choked on laughter, nearly falling over. “Oh my god—”

Jack was coughing. “Okay. Okay. It’s not— It's not that bad.”

Liam grinned. “So we’re baking champions, is what you’re saying.”

Jack sighed dramatically. “Sure, Li. Let’s go with that.”

“THEY’RE SO STUPIDLY CUTE HELP.”

“BAKING CHAMPIONS MY ASS.”

“NEW SHIP NAME WHEN???”

Jack shook his head, pulling his hoodie up over his face. “Never again.”

Liam slung an arm around his shoulders, laughing. “Oh, mate. We’re definitely doing this again.”

Jack groaned, but he couldn’t help but smile. Even if they had almost set the kitchen on fire, even if the cookies were barely edible, it was probably the most fun he’d ever had on a stream — and his mind hadn't wandered to Hannah once.

And, judging by the way Liam was still grinning at him like that, he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last time.

[gluteus-canis-familiaris]

I wondered if people back home would ever know what it cost the soldiers to win this war. In America, things were already beginning to look like peace time. The standard of living was on the rise, race tracks and nightclubs were booming. You couldn't get a hotel room in Miami Beach, it was so crowded. How could anyone ever know of the price paid by soldiers in terror, agony, and bloodshed if they'd never been to places like Normandy, Bastogne, or Haguenau? reconcile the fact that Nixon followed Winters from OCS to the paratroops, that they were two officers born in the same year amongst a company of mostly 18-year old baby boys, that Winters was so impressed at Nixon getting him the support and ammo he needed at Brecourt and so flattered when Nixon asked him to give a lecture on leadership to the incoming officers after D-Day that he had to write in his memoir about how that 'cAuGhT mY AtTenTion', that immediately after Winters explains how you can't let yourself succumb to emotion at the loss of men while you're on the front-- lapses in his incredibly professional and technical recollection of the war to say that had he lost Nixon to that bullet to the helmet in Holland, that THAT WOULD BE HIS ONE EXCEPTION, that everyone went on leave to Paris and who knows where but Winters and Nixon were the only two officers spending their night on base together right before the news that the Ardennes offensive had broken through??????, that Nixon gave up his blessed leave to the States to stay on the front in Bastogne and help, oh I dunno, the general war effort I guess??, and not a singular, daily-shaving, suffering-in-silence 2nd Battalion XO????, that Winters unintentionally described Nixon's alcoholism as "BEAUTIFUL" because it meant Winters would watch over everything during the day while Nixon would watch over things for him during the night and that they were essentially a military match made in heaven (it's! on! record! the voice clip!! is out there!!!), that Winters looked at this stupidly handsome, post-demotion alcoholic on VE-Day and said.... u kno wat.... here's some more of the stuff..... i saved it all under special guard duty just 4 u.......enjoy......"bro"......., that Nixon was COMPELLED !!! COMPELLED !!!! to drag this guy's butt back home to Jersey with him after the war, that years after the show when Ron Livingston was asked what his favorite scenes to shoot/watch were, he brought up previously mentioned moment and describes loving the bromance aspect of it, and has the AU-DA-CI-TY to liken the tension in it to when you're "INVITING THE GIRL TO PROM" (?!?!?!?! his words!!! not mine!!!), that Winters was Nixon's best man AND gave the eulogy at his funeral, THAT--