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matchpointfaist · 10 days ago

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reckless driving ; dodge mason stormchaser au

i didn't mean to kiss you

i mean i did, but i didn't think it'd go this far

i didn't mean to kiss you

now you can't focus on the road when i'm in your car

you and dodge mason had been annoyingly, sometimes inconveniently, inseparable, for nearly a decade. you met in high school, when he moved to your small town in the middle of the semester. he quickly became your best friend in the world despite only knowing him for a few days, and by his second month in texas, the two of you were together constantly. he drove you to school in his old, beat up chevy, and you spent your afternoons sitting in a booth at the diner while he worked.

the end of senior year, dodge decided he wanted to pursue his one true passion; chasing storms. you thought it was a phase, thought he’d grow out of it, but it seemed to only intensify the older he got. the night before graduation, he knocked on your window at ten pm, an envelope in hand. “dodge?” you called in a whisper, pushing open your window, “what’re you doing here?”

“can i come up? need to show you somethin’,” he called, and before you could even agree, he was halfway up your terrace. “just be quiet,” you scolded as he tumbled into your window, like so many times before, landing with a thump on your carpet. “yes ma’am,” he rolled his eyes, sitting up, straightening out his clothes, “sorry, know it’s late, just couldn’t wait to show you this,”

you weren’t sure what you expected, but an acceptance letter from the university of oklahoma’s atmospheric science program had to have been at the bottom of the list. “w-what is this, dodge?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed as you inspected the letter. you looked up, and your chest ached at the hopeful, beaming expression on your best friend’s face, “i got in!” he smiled, his eyes shining. “i didn’t even know you applied,” you exhaled, your eyes darting between his and the letter once again, “oklahoma? really?” his smile slipped slightly at your tone, his eyes losing their sparkle, “i thought you’d be happy for me,”

“no, dodge, it’s not that!” you said quickly, eyes widening, “i just, i didn’t know you applied, and oklahoma is a bit far from home, is it not?” “not for me,” he said, shaking his head, “i’m just going back home. did you think i’d stay in texas forever?” you felt your heart twinge slightly, your cheeks reddening, “not forever, just- i didn’t think you’d leave the second we graduated, that’s all,” you sighed. “look, i just want to help people,” he said, his tone almost pleading, desperate for you to understand, “this is one of the best programs in the country, and it’ll really give me the chance to learn what causes these massive tornado outbreaks we’ve been having. can’t you see that?”

you closed your eyes briefly, forcing your thoughts to calm down, even for just a moment. “yeah,” you said finally, forcing a smile to your lips, “i get it, dodge. really, i’m so happy for you, i know how important this is to you. i just- i’ll miss you, i guess,” his smile returned at your reassurance, and before you could process it, his arms were around you, pulling you to his chest. he’d done it so many times before, but you couldn’t help the feeling that maybe this time felt different.

“i’ll miss you too,” he said, his voice muffled by your hair, “you’ll come visit, right? i’ll come see you on my holiday breaks, and you’ll come up on the weekends?” you just nodded against his chest, unable to speak, your eyes stinging with unshed tears at the thought of dodge, your dodge, leaving you.

“hey,” he said softly, tilting your head up with his fingers gently, “what’s wrong?” “n-nothing,” you replied, willing your voice to stay even, “i’m really tired, though. we should get some sleep. i’ll see you at graduation, yeah?” he shook his head, his brows furrowed, “tell me what’s wrong, please,” you hesitated, praying your voice wouldn’t crack, “oklahoma is just really far,” you said quietly.

his eyes softened even more at that, and a small smile crossed his lips. “it really isn’t that far,” he said softly, “just a few hours, okay? we’ll still see each other,” you nodded, telling yourself he was right; it wouldn’t change that much after all. “yeah, you’re right,” you smiled as much as you could manage, forcing your eyes to meet his.

it was a mistake, and your composure immediately dissolved at the sight of his familiar blue eyes, your chest aching once again. you felt hot tears slip down your cheeks before you could stop them, and mentally cursed yourself as you felt his thumb immediately come to wipe your eyes. “hey, don’t cry,” he frowned, wiping your face gently, “it’s gonna be okay, i promise. ‘m not just leavin you,” “i know,” you mumbled, your cheeks flush, “i- this is so stupid, i don’t even know why i’m crying,”

“i’ll miss you,” he said, and only then did you notice how thick his own voice had grown, shaky with emotion, “i- you know how important you are to me, don’t you? you’re my best friend in the world,” “i know,” you all but whispered, “you’re mine, too. always,” “always,” he repeated, pressing a chaste kiss to your head.

that was all it took for all your pent up feelings to come forward, spilling out before you could help it, “dodge, i-“ “don’t say anything,” he pleaded, resting his forehead against yours, “if we talk about this, it’ll just make it harder,” “talk about what?” you asked weakly, though you already knew the answer, “just let me-”

you never got to finish your sentence, his lips pressing against yours and effectively stopping any further admissions from either of you. you tensed at first, but relaxed almost immediately, kissing him like it was the most natural thing on earth for you. it was brief, but the emotions between you were enough to leave you breathless, your chest heaving and cheeks completely flushed. when he pulled away, the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know. this kiss, and everything unsaid accompanying it, wasn’t enough to make dodge mason stay.

now we're going one hundred, your hands aren't on the wheel

'cause you're just staring at me like you're not convinced that i am real

and now we're at one-eighty, and i can finally see

but then it's over in a second, crashed the car into the tree

yeah, i can see it all happen, you'd rather die than take your eyes off me

i don't love you like that

i'm a careful driver, and i tell you all the time to keep your eyes on the road

but you love me like that, you're a reckless driver, and one day it will kill us if i don't let go

five years later, texas experienced the worst tornado outbreak in the state’s history. the meteorologists couldn’t figure it out, people were panicking, always waiting for their town to be the next victim of the summer storms.

you weren’t surprised when you got a weather alert as you finished up your work for the day, notifying you of a storm cell moving in from the east. you’d grown used to the alerts by then, after nearly a month of sirens going off daily in the surrounding cities. you figured it was only a matter of time before carp had it’s share of damage.

you were deeply surprised, however, when the storm developed before you even had the chance to lock up at the diner. the bell chimed, and you looked up from your silverware wraps to a face you hadn’t seen in half a decade. dodge was the same as he had been the day he left, all tan skin and bright blue eyes you’d tried your hardest to let go of when it became clear his holiday visits were not becoming a reality like he promised. unanswered calls turned to unread texts, and soon after he left, you were sure you’d become nothing but a memory for him.

but here he stood, blue jeans and a white t-shirt soaked through with rain, the cowboy hat you could have sworn he’d had since high school dripping water onto the floor. “sorry ‘bout the rain, miss,” he said politely, having not looked up yet, “if you got a towel i can-”

you could hear the moment he realized, the second he recognized you. he stopped mid sentence, the hitch in his breath audible even from across the room. “dodge,” you hoped your voice sounded as casual as you intended, feigning indifference to this man you’d spent so many nights dreaming of seeing again. “i didn’t know you worked here,” he replied, and you nearly laughed.

five years of not speaking, of fantasizing of this very moment, and that’s all he said to you. “well, how would you have?” you replied, forcing an easy smile to your lips, “don’t worry about the floor. i’ll clean it up when you leave. can i get you anything?” “i- uh, no, i’m alright,” he stuttered, very obviously surprised by your nonchalance, or at least you hoped, “i’m sorry about-”

you stopped him, this time, holding up a hand. “don’t worry about that either, dodge,” you said shortly, “now if you don’t mind, i’m tryin to close up here. be safe out there,” he watched you warily from his spot by the door, hesitating, “you shouldn’t be drivin in this,” he finally settled on, his tone gentle like he always used to be. “i’ll manage,” you waved a dismissive hand, and with almost comedic timing, the power flickered, leaving the two of you in the dark. “jesus,” you sighed, tossing your rag into the tub of cleaner, “guess i’m closin up now, then,”

“let me drive you home,” he said after a brief silence, and you nearly laughed for the second time since your reunion. “i’ll be fine, dodge,” you shook your head, nudging him out the door as you fumbled for your keys to lock it. “it’s real bad out here, just let me,” he pleaded. you turned to look at the clouds, noticing how much darker they’d gotten. “fine,” you sighed, “but only because my tires don’t have good traction,”

so there you were, sitting in the seat of dodge’s truck just like high school, trying your best not to look over at him as he drove. “you can talk to me,” he said after a couple miles, “i- i’m really sorry about everything, okay? i don’t want it to be like this,” “it doesn’t have to be like anything, dodge,” you said shortly, “i don’t intend to see you again after you take me home, we can both pretend this never happened. okay?” “no, not okay,” he replied, looking over at you, “i missed you, okay? i’m sorry i didn’t reach out-” “reach out?” you repeated incredulously, your voice high, “you didn’t even reply!”

“i know, and i’m sorry,” he said quickly, “i’m trying to explain, if you’d let me,” “there’s nothing to explain, honestly. i get it, you went to college and you didn’t need me and that’s fine. it’s in the past, we don’t have to talk about it. actually, i’d prefer if we didn’t,” “but it’s not like that,” he pleaded, “i just got so overwhelmed at school and my hometown got wiped out by this storm and it got so intense so fast, and before i knew it it had been weeks and then it felt too late to reply,”

“well it wasn’t too late,” you sighed, leaning your head against the window, “you could’ve called anytime,” “i know, and i’m sorry,” he said softly, putting on his blinker as he turned, “i was really busy chasing, and time got away from me,” “chasing,” you repeat, “you’ve seriously been storm chasing?” “it’s my whole life,” he said easily, like it was obvious, “what do you think i’m doing back here?”

you stopped to think about it then, all the pieces connecting in your mind. dodge was back in carp for the first time in five years, during the worst outbreak in history. of course that was why. “i didn’t think about it,” you shrugged, keeping your eyes on the pelting rain, “well i hope you find what you’re looking for,”

“jesus, don’t you see i’m trying to talk to you?” he sounded tense then, his voice tighter than usual, “i’m trying to tell you how sorry i am and how much i missed you, and you’re just waving me off-” “waving you off because you left, dodge!” you threw your hands up, unable to hide your frustration, “you left me without even bothering to call me and tell me if it was worth it! you fucking kissed me and then you didn’t stop to reply to my messages!” “i was busy!” he snapped, “you have no idea what it’s been like for me, okay? i’ve been through-”

before he could manage anymore explanations, all you could hear were tornado sirens. you’d been so caught up in the argument you hadn’t noticed the green tint of the sky, the eerie stillness of the trees as you drove past them. “dodge,” you breathed anxiously, “we need to pull over,” you heard the static of what sounded like a police radio from the other side of the car, reading off reports of the funnel cloud spotted just a couple miles ahead. “fuck,” he exhaled shakily, “uh, alright, this is fine,” you could tell he was convincing himself more than you, “just make sure you’re seatbelts on tight, okay? we’re gonna be fine,” “shouldn’t you pull over?” you ask, panic evident in your tone.

“shit- yeah, yeah, i’m about to pull over,” he replies, watching the tornado form a mile away, “it’s gonna be fine, alright? i’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” his voice is firm, far more confident than you could hope to be in this situation. “it looks really bad,” is all you can manage, your eyes never leaving the storm as it tears through fences and land. “this is what i do, it’s gonna be fine,” he attempts to soothe, and you try your best to take it to heart. in an attempt to relax, you lean further back into the seat, holding your seatbelt tightly like it’ll protect you from the raging storm.

“hey, you’re fine,” his voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it, and you look over as you feel his eyes on you, watching you almost expectantly, “we’re pulling over now, it’s gonna be fine,” you want to believe him, and you’ve just barely started to when you feel the truck turning to the left, despite the fact that he’d just put it in park. you don’t even have time to panic before the winds have swept the old chevy into a tree, your last sight being dodge’s head slamming into the steering wheel.

you come to a few minutes later, no trace of the tornado that had passed through. dodge is still unconscious in the seat, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead, and you forget your own wounds as you rush to check on him. “dodge,” you exhale, eyes wide, “dodge, hey! wake up,” you unbuckle his seatbelt, tapping his cheek gently to gain some consciousness, “hey, cmon,”

he wakes with a start, his eyes wide and confused. “what happened?” he asks, groaning quietly as he presses a hand to his head, “are you okay?” “i’m fine, we just wrecked. are you okay? you were out cold,” he nods, wiping his face gently with his shirt, “yeah, i’m okay. i’m so sorry, i can’t believe that happened,” he inspects your face, eyes widening slightly, “you’re bleeding,”

you turn to look in the trucks rear view, wincing at the cut on your cheek from the broken window, and the bruise across your neck from your seatbelt. “i’m fine,” you tell him, wiping your own face, “just a little cut, i’ll be fine,” “you’re not fine,” he insists, “i’m so sorry i let this happen. i’ll take you home,”

don't wanna scrape you off the pavement

i can't be your savior

i don't wanna be here when you lose control

don't wanna watch it as it happens

see the crowd's reaction

i don't wanna be here when you kill us both

two days later, you sat in your apartment, mindlessly watching an old movie and trying desperately to keep your thoughts off of dodge. you heard a knock and sighed, dragging yourself off the couch and to the door, opening it without checking through the peephole.

dodge stood on your porch, a hopeful look in his eyes and a bouquet of lilies in his hands. “i know you don’t want to see me,” he said quickly, “i know there’s no excuse for what i did, putting you in danger like that, but you have to understand i never intended to put you in that situation, okay? in all the time i’ve been doing this, i’ve never once wrecked, and i know you don’t want to be a part of my life if i’m still chasin, but i just- fuck, i just miss you,”

“i-“ you stood, dumbfounded, your eyes wide at his words, “dodge, i don’t know what to say,” “say anything, say you forgive me, say you hate me, say whatever you need to say but just talk to me, please,” he sounded broken, a slight whine in his voice, and you were taken aback by the realization that he was begging for you to hear him out.

“you can come inside,” you sighed, moving out of the doorway to let him in the apartment. “thank you,” he breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his boots on the welcome mat and hanging his hat by the door, like he always used to do at your parents house back in high school. “you never change,” you said before you could stop yourself, an almost fond tone in your voice.

“what d’you mean?” he raised his eyebrows, looking over at you. “you just do all the same stuff you did back then. it’s almost like you never left,” you smiled slightly, “like hangin your hat on the key rack. you always used to do that,”

“old habits die screamin, i guess,” he smiled, taking a step closer to you, and your breath faltered. “i guess they do,” you replied, watching him intently as he moved closer, the tension in the room suddenly unignorable.

“dodge-“ you started, but were cut off immediately, “we don’t have to talk about it, not right now,” he said softly, “just- let me hold you? i missed you and i just wanna-“ he stopped himself, pulling you into his arms, and any resolve you had melted immediately.

you sigh with relief, melting into his touch as the two of you stand in your living room, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia in the air. “i can’t believe you’re here,” you mumble into his shirt, “i’ve thought about this for so long,” “me too,” he hummed, and you can feel the rumble of it in his chest, “so sorry i didn’t call you, sweetheart. never meant to just leave you like that,”

“figured you forgot about me,” you admit, hating the mere thought of it, “it’d been so long,” “i’d never forget you,” he says quickly, “never in a million years. you have to know that by now, don’t you?” “i know,” you say quickly, “just- i don’t know, dodge. it was just really hard,”

“i know,” he mumbles, “i know, and i’m so sorry, alright? i don’t ever wanna take off like that again,” “you’re going back to oklahoma,” you pull away slowly, “you said you weren’t stayin here,“ “come with me,” he pleads, and your breath falters, your brows furrowed, “come with you?” “yeah, come with me,” he repeats, like it’s the simplest thing in the world, “you’d love oklahoma, and i’ve got a dog back home, you’d think he’s the sweetest. come on, just-“

“no, dodge,” you cut him off, shaking your head and backing away, “you don’t get to come back here and try to whisk me off back home with you. that’s not fucking fair,” “honey,” it leaves his lips with such a gentle, familiar lull, you almost forget you’re mad, “come on, just hear me out, okay? i missed you so much,” “dodge,” you hate the way your voice cracks, “this isn’t fair,”

“i’ve loved you since we were fourteen,” he says quietly, reaching out for you, “i thought about you everyday, and im so sorry, okay? i’ll never be able to tell you how sorry i am, but i can try,” “you love me?” you choke out, your cheeks hot, “dodge-“ “don’t,” he pleads, “don’t tell me no, don’t tell me i don’t mean it, don’t rationalize. i love you, okay? i love you so goddamn much-“

you don’t even realize what you’re doing as you press your lips to his in an impulsive, desperate kiss, almost crying as the memory replays of that night all those years prior. you kiss him with a fervor, your hands tangling in his cropped blonde hair, the taste of cigarettes and cinnamon gum overwhelming you. he kisses you back with equal enthusiasm, his hands finding your hips like it’s their natural home, pulling you impossibly closer.

he pulls away after a moment, panting softly as he leans his forehead against yours, “fuck,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with need, “missed that so fuckin much, baby. you have no idea,” “missed you s’much,” you murmur, catching his lips in yours once again, pulling him down closer to your height. he takes a step back, falling onto your couch and pulling you into his lap, the two of you moving with completely fluidity.

you straddle him, kissing him more intensely with the new angle, your hands resting on his shoulders as you grind against him subconsciously. he groans into your mouth, biting your bottom lip gently. you don’t know how long the two of you stay that way, kissing like giddy high schoolers, and you don’t know exactly when you end up half dressed, your t shirt in the floor next to dodge’s.

he kisses down your chest, your skin burning from the feel of his lips. “so fuckin beautiful,” he mumbles, his fingers undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it drop to the floor, “my gorgeous girl,” your cheeks flush at the compliment, sucking in a breath at the cool air on your chest. he wraps his lips around your nipple, biting down just barely, his tongue lapping hungrily against the pebbled skin. “dodge,” you whine, grinding your hips down into his, your fingers twining in his hair.

you can feel him smile against you as he pulls away slightly, moving down to slide your sweatpants off, helping you kick them to the floor. you reach between the two of you, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands, his jeans following soon after.

“are you sure you wanna do this?” he asks between kisses, his thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs gently. “m sure,” you nod, peppering kisses down his neck, “want you so much, dodge,”

he takes your jaw in his hand gently, kissing you hard enough to make you dizzy as his free hand works to pull your panties to the side, his boxers sliding to the floor to accompany his jeans. he ruts against you a few times, capturing your whimpers with his lips as he slides against your clit.

you pull away to let out a soft moan as he slides inside you,, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “fuck,” he groans, holding your hips tight enough to bruise, “god, you’re so fuckin wet,”

you place a hand on his chest, leaning against him as you rock your hips, sliding down his length once again. you can feel his fingernails break skin just slightly, too lost in pleasure to care.

“feels like you were made for me,” he mumbles into your neck, pulling you flush against his chest as you ride him. “maybe i was,” you whisper, your voice cracking as he thrusts up into you. “slow down, baby,” he hums, “wanna make this last,”

you nod, resting against him as you rock your hips slowly, kissing his chest lazily. he runs his fingers through your hair gently, tracing your jaw with his fingertip before trailing his hands lower, rubbing your clit slowly.

you gasp softly at the added pressure, tightening around him. it doesn’t take long before you’re close, whines and curses leaving your lips as you ride him faster, chasing your high desperately. “there you go,” he murmurs lovingly, his fingers quickening against you, “come for me, baby, you got it,”

you let go with a loud moan, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. as you come down, you feel him pull out, a soft whine of protest leaving your lips. he just smiles, gently lifting you from his lap, and you’re too dizzy from your own high to realize he’s gently pushing you onto your knees. you look at him through your lashes, brows furrowed, but he just strokes your cheek gently. “wanna finish me off?” he asks softly, like it’s the most innocent question in the world. you nod, stomach clenching at the thought as you reach for him, wrapping your fingers around his length.

he exhales shakily as you lean forward, taking him between your lips, nearly moaning at the taste of yourself on his skin. he entwines his fingers in your hair, pushing ever so slightly as you go down further, your eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat. “fuck,” he pants, rutting his hips against you, “god, baby, feels so fuckin good,”

you lap at him desperately, satisfied as you feel his thighs shaking slightly under your hand. “gonna come,” he warns, gazing down at you with blown out pupils, “fuck, baby,” you moan around him as he fills your mouth, his hips bucking sporadically as he finishes. once he’s come down, you pull away, wiping your mouth on your hand and smiling blearily up at him.

he pulls you back into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling you against him. “love you,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder, “feels so good to be home,” your heart warms at the sentiment, knowing good and well his true home is back in oklahoma. “love you more,” you mumble sleepily, burying your face in his neck, “i’ll come to oklahoma, kay? just for a little while,”

he pulls you away just enough to look at your face, brows raised, “really? you’ll come?” “yeah,” you smile, “yeah, i’ll come for a while. maybe we can split our time here and there,” “i’d love nothin more than that,” he smiles, and you think you might see tears in his eyes, but he’s pulling you back into his chest before you can think twice about it.

you fall asleep like that, cuddled on the couch with that man you’d spent four years missing desperately. maybe oklahoma won’t be so bad, after all.

#dodge mason #twisters #storm chaser #storm chaser au #dodgemason #panic #tyler owens #dodge mason smut #dodge mason fic #stormchaserau #dodge x reader #dodge mason x reader #Spotify

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carbonateddelusion · 6 months ago

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some kiddos!!

#doodle #doodles #oc #my oc #not my oc #oc: beth #oc: owen #oc: maddison #beanie hannah #beanie jiang #beanie mason #oc: alexa #beanie tiffany #not including jacob because i didn't feel like drawing him #and not including olivia because she's getting a makeover bc just giving her afro puffs is NOT it #her hair needs retooling

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ceruleanmusings · 5 months ago

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Big Time Double Date - Mickames

i don't really have anything to say about this one. just that this is one of my all time favorite btr eps. i wish they did more bottle episodes, or rather more episodes where everyone was all in one place with intertwining plots. also, jett was the best part of this episode hands down! i loved all his scenes!

@partiallypearl @raging-violets @witchofinterest @myloveforhergoeson

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Mickey heaved a sigh of relief when the broom closet door closed. She rested her back against it, eyes darting from side to side. The last thing she wanted was to get caught; she’d lose her job over this! Not that she really needed the job, being in a band tended to help with a lot of expenses but she wanted to keep it.

She loved picking up shifts at Chez Fancee when she wasn’t busy. Being in the thick of a dinner rush, creating delectable French cuisine, and providing a great experience and lasting memories for the guests gave her a rush nothing could touch. Performing onstage in front of thousands of people came close. And yet here she was putting it all on the line to make sure her friend had a great date.

They can’t say I don’t do anythin’ for ‘em!

“Katie, I love your style, but knocking him out was a little much I think,” Mickey commented when Katie rushed around the corner. A tree hat sat atop of her head, accompanied by leaves and fronds hanging off her clothes. If she stood still long enough people could mistake her for a plant.

“It’s just a dinner roll, he’ll be fine,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

“If that knocked Henri out, I don’t think he will be,” Mickey said, glancing over her shoulder at the closed door. She didn’t have much time to think about Henri and his apparently compromised health or balance due to a hissing by her ear. Katie and Mickey both looked in the direction of the sound. A second later James popped his head around the corner, his short hair slicked to his head.

“Pssssssst!” he hissed again, louder.

“Keep a look out,” she told Katie. Katie gave her a thumbs up sign and Mickey rushed around the corner, glancing back to ensure the manager didn’t catch her. He was a nice guy, especially for giving her a shot with her unpredictable schedule. She didn’t want to ruin that. But then again, on the flipside, she didn’t want Carlos to have a bad date with Jennifer 3. Jennifer 3 was very nice once you got to know her. And Mickey had total hair envy when it came to Jennifer 3.

“Help!” James hissed once Mickey got within reach of her.

Mickey came to a stop, blinking rapidly while looking him up and down. “With…with what?” She asked because, well, it couldn’t be with how he looked. He looked good. James always looked good, but he looked good. She actively had to remind herself to keep her jaw from dropping. Her momma always said to never underestimate the power of a guy in a suit, and she was not kidding. With James’ slicked hair and his nice clothes, he looked as if he were ready to film scenes in an old Hollywood movie. The only thing missing was a cigar nestled between two fingers.

“The guys are here!” he replied, tugging the bottom of his tuxedo jacket.

Mickey made a face, shifting the tracks of her mind from James on the glossy pages of GQ to the issue at hand. God, she hoped he didn’t notice the heat pooling in her cheeks. “Which guys?”

“All of them! Kendall and Jazz are here with Kelly and…some guy—”

“Oh, that’s Owen!” Perking up, Mickey breathed easier. This was a safe topic. “He’s our UPS guy. They were supposed to be going somewhere el—”

“And Logan’s here with some girl who looks like him and Camille’s here with Jett!” James continued, his voice kicking up a notch.

“Okay, that’s not too bad. …I gotta ask her about that later but that’s not too bad.” Honestly, she could do better than Jett. And weren’t she and Logan just together that morning? Mickey made a mental note to ask Camille about this whole situation later. Her dramatics would certainly make the story interesting, and something told her she’d need a good story after a long night. But damn they were more topsy-turvy than a see-saw!

“Gustavo’s here too!”

Mickey gasped. “Oooh, that’s bad!”

“I know!” James cried out, fiddling with the untied bowtie hanging around his neck.

“He’s supposed to be watching his blood pressure,” Mickey continued.

“…That’s kind of not the point—gah!” The end of his sentence chopped off due to him tightening the bowtie loop around his neck. His eyes bulged and his tongue stuck out, his fingers scrambling for the loop knot he’d made. Seconds passed and red grew in his cheeks. “Mickey…Mickey, help!”

“Oh my god! Stop, stop, let me do it!” Mickey slapped his hands away and stepped closer, yanking the knot away from his neck. His chest heaved with his deep breath and she swallowed the lump rising, watching the fabric stretch across it. Focus! Gathering her wits, she pulled the bowtie apart, letting the two ends lie parallel to his neck. Smoothing the ends between her fingers, she took in a Cuda-scented breath through her nose and began to let her fingers fly in practiced ease. Doing her best to ignore the rise and fall of his chest, Mickey clicked her tongue. “You can tie a necktie, but you can’t tie a bowtie?”

“Mama Knight usually does it for me.”

The simple sincerity in his answer made her take pause, her fingers fumbling before they stilled. Nose wrinkling, she pulled the half-knot apart and started again. “That’s nice of her.”

“Yeah, she’s really cool.”

She gave the finished bowtie a few tugs making sure it held tight and smoothed her hands down his chest. His heart beat hard beneath her fingers. Her eyes flew open wide and her lips parted and pushed out a squeak before backing away, directing her eyes to the floor, dropping her arms to her sides. “Sorrysorrysorry!” Her apology slammed together, falling off her tongue faster than she could form the words. If James said anything she didn’t hear it, didn’t want to hear it. The further away she kept him, the better. In fact, she managed to form some semblance of a sentence, telling him she’d be right back, before rushing off. She ducked behind the host stand when her manager and a few servers walked by, carrying large trays. It was where she wanted to go anyway. She tugged the box of items that had been left behind by patrons, rummaging through it until she found what she needed. With a triumphant grin, she hurried back to James. Along the way she grabbed an extra apron from the entryway to the kitchen; it fluttered behind her like a cape.

“Okay, tie this around your waist,” she said, a little breathless, once she reached him. “Keep a booklet in your pocket to take orders.”

“I can’t take orders!” James said, doing as he was told. A few quick twists of his fingers and the apron lay against his waist. “I’m not an actual server!”

“I know, but you’re going to take Carlos and Jennifer’s orders. And by that, I mean it’s already written. I picked out the best dishes for them. Pretend to take their orders and bring the paper to me. I’ll make sure the food is perfect and out on time.”

“Oh.” James took the notebook out of the pocket and opened it up. “You have nice handwriting.”

“Thank you.” Mickey sucked in a breath, blinked, and got her mind back on the topic at hand. “Katie will be running interference. Check on them every now and then. If you need anything, I’ll be right behind those doors. Now, how’s your French?”

“Huh?”

“French. Do you know any French?”

James’s eyes lifted to the ceiling as he thought for a moment. When he looked back down, a light had ignited behind his eyes. “Voulez vous couch—”

“Stop it.” Mickey squeezed her eyes shut as she thrust out her palm, blocking his words.

James’s shoulders rounded. “Sorry.”

“Forever.”

“Got it.”

Honestly, why was that always someone’s first answer? They needed to get more material. Whatever. She had more things to worry about. Waving her hands in front of her, she wiped his slate clean. “Forget it. How’s your French accent?”

“Oui oui, hon hon, try ze baguette.”

Her eye twitched. “…Close enough. Just keep that up and keep your face hidden and we should be fine. Just, one more thing…” She reached upwards and he obediently leaned forward, moving in sync. She pressed a large, fake mustache against his top lip, keeping a firm hold for a few seconds. Once secure she slipped a pair of glasses over his nose and took a step back, looking at him with new eyes. It was so unfair he looked good in glasses too. Her big reading glasses probably would look good on him too, on her they made her look like a nerd. Well, she was a nerd to a degree, but the glasses didn’t help. She clapped her hands together, the sharp sound making James jump. “Okay, team, we’re all set! Remember, we’re doing this for Carlos.”

“Friendship powers, activate!” James announced, pointing a triumphant finger in the air.

“I’m not doing it this time,” Katie said with a shake of her head, making James pout. Mickey jumped in, easily executing the odd handshake James had come up with, doing her best to ignore the spark at her fingertips upon their hands touching. He’d been working on it for weeks, mostly with Carlos and sometimes with her, noting it’d only be brought out when they really needed it. And Carlos really needed them.

The group split up with James holding his arm up to his face, looking much like Batman with his cape draped up to his face. With a few quick flicks of her wrist, Mickey cuffed the sleeves of her dress shirt, only catching the smirk on Katie’s face at the last second. “You two looked cozy,” Katie all but sang.

“Shut up, Katie,” Mickey grumbled. “You’re the one who didn’t want to do the handshake.”

“Because it’s dumb. I don’t know why you encourage those idiots.”

“I’m beginning to wonder that myself.” Deep down Mickey knew. It was because they were fun, and they were her friends. Back home she only really had her sisters as friends. And, yeah, maybe they all came along just because of their connection to Kelly but she loved the guys. They made her life interesting. She wouldn’t have fun like this back on the East Coast. She and her sisters had their own kinds of adventures but the adventures she’d been having out here with them were on another level.

“Do you really think Jennifer 3 could be the girl for him?” Katie spoke up after a moment of silence.

“I think he’s trying hard,” Mickey said slowly, “and he shouldn’t have to try hard. So, as long as we get him relaxed, anything could happen.” She bit her lip, peering past Katie to see Carlos’ and Jennifer’s table nearby. “He’s very sweet. Any girl would be lucky to have someone like him. They just have to notice.”

Shrugging, Katie went to blend in with the plants. Mickey ran her hands over her hair, smoothing down any stray kinky curls, blowing out a breath. She caught James’ eye from across the room. He grinned and held up his hand, wiggling the shaka sign. Their secret way of communicating, checking if everything was okay. She smiled and waved the sign back.

If there was one thing she learned about being around them, everything would work out the way it needed to.

She may as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

#james diamond #mickey mason #otp: i met myself in you #big time double date #big time rush fanfic #big time rush oc #mickames #owen is an oc i made for kelly to have a love life. he looks like he could be michael ealy's little brother #he's a UPS driver. volunteers his time at a dog rescue. and is very interested in woodworking and leatherwork #btr rewrite #big time quads

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allisluv · 3 months ago

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FLUFFTOBER

note: there will be eight flufftober requests (two per week) just so i'm not feeling overwhelmed. the rest will be completed by the end of the year, so feel free to send in as many as you want! <3

characters you can request for: finnick o'dair, johanna mason, katniss everdeen, annie cresta, lucy gray baird, emily prentiss, derek morgan, spencer reid, daisy jones, eddie roundtree, camila dunne, karen sirko, tyler owens and jake seresin.

prompts: you can request from this prompt list or this one. you can send in any other fall themed requests too!

flufftober masterlist

october 1st — karen sirko x reader

october 7th — jake seresin x reader

october 10th — emily prentiss x reader

october 15th — derek morgan x reader

october 20th — finnick o’dair x reader

october 25th — johanna mason x reader

october 31st — annie cresta x reader

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leoruby-draws · 8 months ago

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hello hello hello

i just want to say i love your little drawings so much they're adorable and so full of life and everything feels exciting in them and i love how you draw and make really fun stuff for many of the minor characters, you're doing such a good job with them and it gives me so much joyy

Hi Hi Hi

Thanks for liking my stuff! Happy to bring you joy, drawing these brings me joy!

Also its fun to get into and draw minor characters because their reading lists are super short lol! But I like to give a little love to characters that most people might not know about, in fact here's some random drawings that I had in the back-burner for the past year! Never could find a chance to just post them:

Here's a cute drawing of Cyclone, Maxine Hunkle! Wanted to give her a cute costume makeover. Kinda has a magical girl look to it huh? Took a bit of inspiration from Ojamajo Doremi, but also she's meant to resemble Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz! Both the princess and the witch. I have a bit of idea of what I'm going do with her, but that's for later.

Got a drawing of Gan, Jason's friend from the Knight White books. Not sure if she exist in my Training Wheels au, but I like her a lot. Her rapport with Jason was fun to read.

Here it looks like the Outlaws are trying to recruit new members, from the Relative Heroes group, Damara Sinclaire (Allure) and Tyson Gilford (Blindside). They're not likely to join, preferring to stick with their own group. Just as well since Damara's powers might make things a rather chaotic, she doesn't need that drama in her life lol. Tho I like the thought of Tyson helping out now and then, his invisibility would be pretty useful.

Here's some random assortment of heroes, Ray Terrill the...Ray. Amethyst, tho top pic is uncolored (im lazy) but theres a Sailor Amethyst to make up for that.

There's the first Green Lantern (Alan Scott) with his kids,Jade (Jennifer Lynn Hayden) and Obsidian (Todd James Rice). Wonder why their babies here, de-aging mishap?

Jason and Toni gossip about their fellow teammates, and down below Jason decides to annoy a young Kyle Rayner. A universal constant!

Todd can't help but join in!

Also some cute father-son bonding! I sent this to someone else earlier, so imma just stick here too.

For a really minor character, here's Jay, Eddie and Rose meeting up with a very strange new friend!

And lastly here are the Metal Men, or should I say the mini-Metal Men. Read some comics about them, including a bit of silver age as well (they get destroyed pretty often, kinda funny ngl). I thought about what kinda sidekicks they could have, but I didn't want to look up metals or learn about metallurgy or chemistry or whatever. So I just made them smaller, its just temporary though, aren't they cute? Look at poor Copper, she just wants to join in!

Anyways, hope that wasn't too much, tagging all of this is gonna suck.

Sorry I haven't been posting, due to Tumblr being a pile of shit and trying give our stuff to ai websites. So I thought I would download nightshade and glaze, but that didn't work out at all (I got a new laptop but it still wont render for me at all). So I'm just gonna hope my opt-out in the settings will be enough for now. Sigh!

Hope you like all this anon, might be a while til I post again. Later!

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0blobthefish0 · 2 years ago

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Requesting Info:

MASTERLIST - here

Updates are usually once a month ‼️

Requests are open! I only write for character x female reader (and gn! reader) - so no character x character or male!reader requests please.

There's a list of characters I can write for below, however if there is a character you would like to request for that is not on the list (given that they are from one of the fandoms listed) feel free to ask and we can discuss it :)

The ask box is open for anonymous requests as well

Upcoming works: not necessarily in order

1. Maria Hill x reader [La Douleur Exquise]

2. Monica Geller x reader [Instant family]

3. Owen Grady x reader [You've got it all wrong]

4. Lilia Calderu x reader [Glowing]

Characters I can write for:

MARVEL - ‣ Natasha Romanoff ‣ Carol Danvers ‣ Darcy Lewis ‣ Agatha Harkness ‣ Maria Hill ‣ Valkyrie|Brunnhilde ‣ James 'Bucky' Barnes ‣ Loki Laufeyson

‣ Nebula

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THE 100 - ‣ Lexa ‣ Raven Reyes ‣ John Murphy

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GREY'S ANATOMY - ‣ Addison Montgomery (incl Private Practice) ‣ Amelia Shepherd (incl Private Practice)

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HARRY POTTER - ‣ Severus Snape ‣ Sirius Black ‣ Bellatrix Lestrange ‣ Ron Weasley

OTHER CHARACTERS - ‣ Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games) ‣ Max Black (2 Broke Girls) ‣ Monica Geller (Friends) ‣ Maeve Wiley (Sex Education) ‣ Leighton Murray (The Sex Lives of College Girls) ‣ Owen Grady (Jurassic World) ‣ Claire Dearing (Jurassic World) ‣ Jim Hopper (Stranger Things) ‣ Jillian Holtzmann (Ghostbusters 2016) ‣ Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

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Requesting Guidelines:

Just state which character you'd like the fic to be about, a small prompt, tropes, female!reader or gn!reader, fluff, angst etc.. - Add as much information as you'd like - it is your fantasy!

Please avoid sending in a request reading: '*character* x reader' without any information as it does make it more difficult to write for and I will be more likely to not write it at all

I will not write for: • immoral and illegal pairings - teacher x student, incest, etc.. • pregnancy, cheating, SA, rape, mommy/daddy kinks or anything like it

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sturniluvr · 5 months ago

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send me some requests please guys I wanna write but got no ideasss😭

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equallyshaw · 2 years ago

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toronto birthday, pt 2 to california christmas with jamie drsdale.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part one:

Can be read as a stand-alone :)

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tara sat in her mom's kitchen in toronto, and was eating a snack while she read a book. it was currently may, and the ducks were officially out of the playoffs contention, so she had been waiting for jamie to come back now that he was free to. she had missed him since she visited him for spring break, and hadn't seen him since march. delilah her mom's girlfriend walked in with coffee and she silently thanked her.

"have you heard from him?" she questioned, and tara shook her head. "he'll text, dont worry t." delilah reassured her and she smile softly as delilah walked out. her brother jonathan strolled in, stealing a sip from his sister's coffee. "ew, thats grosss." she complained, making jonathan laugh out loud. jonathan leaned on the counter across from her, "have you heard anything? z?" tara questioned her older brother and he shook his head. though he was lying, so was delilah.

tara walked into toronto cafe, later that afternoon to grab some coffee and a cinnamon roll to snack on. she sat down, texting away on her phone with her bestfriend lauren who was in on what was gonna be happening the next day. "tara?" she heard from next to her and she knew that voice. it was her ex boyfriend, erik. she looked up and it was indeed him. his eyes flickered to the empty chair in front of her and then back at her. she noticied that and caved. "would you like to sit?" she questioned and he nodded softly, not trying to ruin the moment.

"how have you been?" she asked sipping her iced coffee, and he smiled. a genuine smile. "im good, schools good. how have you been?" he asked sipping his hot latte. "its been fine, as expected." she mused, a small smile shown. "hows dad? mom? brothers?" he asked leaning back in his chair. she mirrored him, "they are good! brothers trucking away at hockey ofcourse. dad is about to celebrate hit anniversary and mom is mom." she stated. he nodded, "you doing anything for your birthday?" he questioned, curiously. she shrugged, "i haven't heard anything." she said honestly, as if her birthday was not tomorrow. "really? nothing?" he questioned, taken back a bit. "nada. everybody has been busy. though my best friend promised to take me to timmies for coffee and breakfast." she rememberd. he nodded, "lauren?" he asked and tara nodded. "well-- if you don't have anything happening...i'd love to take you out for old time sakes." he said nervously, trying to gage her reaction. she sighed, unsure. "i dont know erik.." she said looking behind him for a brief moment. and that's when she saw him. jamie.

her eyebrows creased, as the two met eye to eye. his sling completley gone, his skin golden, even more freckles kissed upon his cheeks and nose. his mouth parted, mid step; unsure if he should order coffee or leave. he wasn't meant to be seen, but he also wasn't expecting to see tara the girl he truly liked; sitting nonchalantly with her ex. her pos ex. she looked down at her coffee feeling like she had been caught red handed, she wasn't hiding anything, she didn't come with or expect to see erik. she looked back up, about to go up to him but he was gone. the sound of the door a second later. she stood up, grabbing her coffee and without a goodbye; she hurried after jamie.

"jamie!" she screamed jogging over towards him. he had his toronto car with him, and he hopped in ignoring the girl. "jamie!" she screamed again, and stopped next to his door. he didn't move, and a few seconds later he looked over at her. he saw the confusion and hurt written all over her face. "jamie." she said, defiently. he sighed, rolling down his window to reveal trevor next to him. "you fools!" she yelled, grinning. "what do you want tara? seems like your occupied." jamie said with attitude, his eyes flicking back to see erik walking out looking for tara. she looked back to and growled. "im not with him. he happened to be there at the same time i was. that's it. i would never reach out to him. i promise. im not hiding a thing!" she defended, hoping to see the genuineness in her eyes. jamie looked down at her, before trevor told her to hop in. as she did so, jamie hit trevor softly in the ribs; without her seeing.

the two boys drove her to her mom's house. she hopped out, stopping next to jamie's door. "please, just please text me so we can meet. we need to talk, talk about us." she whispered the last part. he nodded, rolling up his window and she stood there for a second, before walking towards her house. how did their relationship just blow up in a matter of 20 seconds?

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lauren pulled up at tara's house with coffee and her sandwich in hand. tara grinned, plucking it from her hands and they drove off to a spot they used to go to during highscool. they ate, catching up as if they hadn't seen eachother in years, though it had only been a week. only a week. she asked about jamie, and told her what happened. lauren silently cursed him, he had ruined the surprised he had wrangled lauren in for her. "im sure he's fine." lauren mused, whilst typing away an angry message for him. "youre an idiot drysdale!!! you know she frequents that coffee shop downtown omg" she sent and then shut her phone.

"well lets go shopping." lauren smiled, putting the jeep in drive and jetting off. t-6 hours until the surprise. the two spent two hours paroozing and shopping at various canadian brands and some international brands. lauren splurging and buying tara a necklace for her birthday from tiffany, which the latter begged her not to. little did the birthday gal know, but that was curtesy of jamie. the two headed back to lauren's house to get ready for their dinner date that tara believed that had. she settled on a black strapless dress, hugging her curves perfectly and slicked her hair half up half down for the occasion. lauren walked up behind the birthday girl with a small bday cake, and tara smiled widely in the bathroom mirror. "awe, lauren- you didnt have to." she frowned and turned around in the swivel chair. she smiled down at the cake, illuminated with candels. "lets get a pic on the bed!" lauren said and moving into the bedroom quickly. tara chuckled, laying down halfway and posing with it. she blew out the candles, hoping that this year. her 21st year on life, would be her best yet.

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the two walked hand in hand to the more upscale toronto restaurant. tara's eyebrows creased as lauren pulled her past the hostess, and away from the main dining area. "lauren?" tara questioned as they went down a hallway. lauren stalled in front of the door that was open, and pushed tara towards doorway. "SURPRISE!!!!" the group of friends and family yelled. tara brought her hand to her mouth, gasping and then turned towards lauren; instantly hugging her best friend. "oh my god, hi!!!!" she turned back around and waved. she found her brother's jonathan and erik, her dad and his wife. along with her mom and delilah. she made her way over to her brothers who instantly took her in for a big hug. "SO glad we pulled this off." the two brothers smiled high fiving one another. "with my help ofcourse." lauren mused, and the brothers agreed. "all they did was get the hockey dudes here." lauren grinned, pointing towards the players. tara turned around seeing jamie drysdale, trevor zegras, owen powers and hig gf, mason mctavish, brendan brisson and thomas bordealou. just some friends that jonathan had made along his journey to the nhl. who in turn, loved tara more than jonathan. much to his dismay ofcourse.

tara caught the eye of jamie and gave him a small grin, to which he returned with a smile. so maybe the situation earlier, was forgotten? "here!" lauren yelled, pushing a glass of vodka cranberry into her hand and tara rolled her eyes playfully before taking a big sip. "woah slow down there girlie!!! we dont need you passing out too early." she heard the famous and cheery voice of trevor. she turned around and stuck her tongue out. "we dont talk about that time." she playfully snarled, causing him to clutch his chest as he laughed. "not my fault your a lightweight and didn't tell us!" he defended him self and she gave him a vulgar gesture, to which he replied with a big smile. "imma leave you two to settle things." trevor said pulling jamie away from the group he was in and in front of tara. tara swallowed nervously. "happy birthday." he smiled. she smiled, "thankyou jamie." she smiled back. "liste-" "Im sor-" the two said at the time time, to which tara blushed.

"im sorry, that i freaked out. i was also nervous, because you had seen me when you weren't supposed to." he explained and she nodded. "i had no right to, and i apologize." he added and she nodded again. she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. "thankyou." was all she said before going around and talking to people.

it was around 11:30 when the two found one another again, on the dance floor. tara was on her 3rd vodka cranberry and was feeling it in her bones. the song 'you belong with me' was blasting, therefore trevor was belting the song along with jamie and tara on the top of their lungs. jamie held tara in his arms, in front of him as they did so. the song turned to the archer, and at the end as the beat began to up, so did the group of younglins. 'cause they see right through me' was screamed throughout the private room. lauren and tara jumped up and down, now that their heels were discarded an hour earlier. and to end the night, mr brightside played causing tara to laugh loudly. this was one of the songs that played during jamies, trevors and mason's party during her spring break.

jamie and tara looked at one another, dancing to the song. it was almost as if the final song was played in slow motion. tara at one point during the first bridge, pulled jamie in for a big kiss. with trevor and mason eyes widening, and freaking out. lauren laughed along with owen powers gf, as the two watched. the two pulled apart, smiling at one another. their breathing heavy and their hearts pounding. he twirled her one last time, and the song was over.

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tara woke up the following morning in jamie's hotel room he had booked for the evening. she found him staring at her, dazed with exhaustion. "hi." she hummed, leaning up and kissed him. he pulled her in again, gently pulling her chin back up. "happy first full day of being 21." he whispered before pulling her in for another kiss, by her necklace but paused. "glad my money was well spent." he nodded towards the necklace. she was confused for a moment before realizing. "you cheeky boy." she grinned.

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