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marry me — ls2

you and logan have danced around dating since you had met all those years ago. An impulsive kiss may lead to a big jump in your relationship.

logan sargeant x reader

warnings/notes: steamy kissing guys watch out, so short i wrote this in one sitting, barely beta read, logan being head over heels, we love childhood friends to lovers!!

The photographs spread across the dining room table. You had sorted through majority of the things your mother had sent your way, but the photo albums of old pictures from the summer you’d spent with the Sargeants needed two sets of hands and two brains to sort through.

And so you called over Logan.

He was back in Florida for only a few short weeks during his winter break, visiting his parents and such. You had made the call expecting him to be busy, but you were pleasantly surprised when Logan had cheerfully told you he could be over in an hour after he helped his mom with something. You cleaned up the apartment a bit, changed into something you could wear around company (not that Logan would care), and brought out a bottle of wine for the occasion of reconnecting again after a few years away.

Lucky guess, Logan’s favorite wine was still the expensive one you used to sneak from his grandparents liquor cabinet when he’d visit in the summers.

He’s sitting next to you now, laughing at some photos you’d recently gotten developed. They’re from prom, your family having flown him out to surprise you so you both could go together—as ‘friends.’ Even if the crush you both had on each other was terribly obvious.

“God that was such a fun night,” You grin, showing him a photo you have of Dalton picking you both up and the tiny bottle shots of Fireball you both had in your hand in the photo. Logan laughs at Dalton’s horrified expression and leans on you for support.

“I gotta get you to these clubs after the races, I swear the guys will fucking love you. Oh, what are you doing around Monaco’s GP?” He asks, bright eyes and a wide smile as you slip the photo into the keep pile and keep thumbing through.

“I’ll have finals that week.” You him to him, “so depending on when my classes finish I could probably come down.”

“Please,” Logan laughs, then pauses at a photo that makes his eyebrows tense and he groans, “remember Kadin?”

“Oh my fucking god.” You whisper as Logan flips to show you a photo of his graduation party in Miami, where your short lived pre-college summer fling boyfriend is hanging off you in the pool, “he was such a dick.”

“Why did you even date him? He was a total asshole to you, like, all the time.” Logan tosses the photo in the discard pile and leans over to refill his wine glass as he asks. His eyes meet yours and you shrug, trying to control the blush that desperately tries to show on your face.

“I was bored, and the guy I did like at the time was moving away, so.” You shrug, trying not to look at Logan. You know if you do, you’ll spill your still massively huge crush on him. Wine made your lips looser and you couldn’t afford that right now.

“So, you dated a guy that was so bad I, of all people at that party, was the one who fought him?” Logan smirks and you roll your eyes at his cockiness. He’d broken Kadin’s nose after he caught him talking shit about you, to you. It had been a whole joke between your families for years.

“Hey, you chose to hit him.” You raise your hands in mock surrender and he laughs, picking up his little stack of photos to sort through.

“And I’ve never regretted it.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth and you snort softly at his confidence once more, before turning back to the photos in your hand. Comfortable silence lapses for a moment before Logan sets his down and looks over at you.

“I miss living down the street from you.” He looks over, cheeks red from his words as he watches you in the soft sunset lighting of the kitchen you’d grown up in. You both had done homework in these seats, eaten dinner here, played games, bickered, and had deep talks here. This was the place he’d realized he really loved your way back in fourth grade, and the place he let you go when he moved away for motorsports. You had always been his home, and he was surprised it had taken him this long to figure that out about you.

“I miss it too.” You sigh, “it’s nice to be able to sit and just… be us again.”

But when you turn to look at Logan, it’s like every rational thought leaves your head. Almost like just him being beside you is more intoxicating than the wine you’ve been slowly sipping at. He’s everything you’d ever wanted, he’s everything you needed, and yet he was untouchable. Until now. You watch his eyes as they flicker around you, unable to find a spot to settle, as if every spot of your skin is just as perfect and just as important as the rest. His hand finds your knee and squeezes it, and you find yourself tilting to him, seeking him out. It’s unconscious for you, as it is for him, and right before the big collide he hesitates.

“Is this…” he whispers, his hand sliding up your leg to rest mid thigh as his other comes to your jaw to tilt your head to him. You swallow, hard, and nod to him. To your best friend of almost twenty years, and watch his eyes flicker down to your lips before he leans in. You flutter your eyes shut when your lips softly brush each others, a test, allowing you to pull back if you want. When you don’t Logan pushes in and you meet him and a slight clack of your teeth.

The kisses start as little innocent pecks, but you aren’t complaining when he starts to get a bit more intense with it. You shift to turn yourself, one hand coming to his neck as your thumb presses to his pulse point earning a soft whine between two harsh kisses as a reward, but he nips your bottom lip as payback.

Logan’s presence on you and around you is intoxicating as he pulls you off your chair with one arm, you’d briefly forgotten just how damn strong he was as he effortlessly sets you on the table. His free hand scatters the photos you’d carefully stacked out of the way as he keeps your lips connected in harsh, deep kisses you find take every bit of oxygen out of you as you careen forward each time for more. It’s a feverish moment, lips connecting, sighing, hands grabbing whatever they can to ground you.

“Logan—“ you gasp, and he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes as your hot breaths mingle between you. The feeling of his panting breaths rolling across your neck making goosebumps prickle along your skin.

“Is this okay?” He asks again and when you nod he smiles, “alright, so stop talking and just sit pretty there, yeah?”

“I will but wait,” you gasp for air and he pulls back a bit more, allowing you to catch your breath. It’s here when clarity hits both of you, post make out haze slipping from your minds as his hands settle by your hips on the table.

“I’ve wanted to do that since high school, y’know.” You whisper, “the whole… kissing thing.”

“Me too, yeah.” He agrees, and you both just kinda sit in silence for a moment afterwards, “it’s been a long time coming hasn’t it been? I’ve liked you for… god over a decade now? Almost two?”

“Really?” You giggle as Logan blushes and nods, his hands taking yours as he kisses your knuckles. The heat of the moment is gone, sure, but now there’s a sort of raw genuinity about everything. It’s like seeing the world with glasses for the first time, every fuzzy thing is suddenly clears.

“Remember that promise I made you make in fourth grade?” He says and you almost burst into a loud laugh when the memory hits you, two dumb kids sitting on a playground and pinkie promising under the slide.

“If we weren’t dating by thirty five, we’d marry each other.” You link your pinkie to his and he grins, tightening his hold on your pinkie with his own. The sun comes in beside you, wrapping you both in its warm embrace as the tenderness of the situation makes your skin warm.

“I know we still have time but—fuck it, I’ve been thinking about this since you called me and asked me to come over. I can’t wait any longer. I don’t wanna wait.” He admits, almost whiny at the end before he leans forward and closes his eyes. His forehead rests to yours as he murmurs, “what would you say if I asked you right now? No ring, no witnesses, just us?”

“To marry you?” You feel dizzy, feeling him wrap his other pinkie around your other free one. Locked in.

“To get married, now.” He sits back to look you in the eyes again, “I know it’s kinda weird but I have enough to support us both and I loved you for so long and I—I really want—

“—Logan I would marry you with nothing to show for it.” You let go of his hands to cup his jaw, “Paper rings, no witnesses, just us in this kitchen. I’d marry you here. I’d marry you anywhere. I’ve loved you probably just as long, and maybe we’re rushing it but who fucking cares?”

A giggle escapes your lips and Logan’s smile doubles in size as he takes your hands from his face, holding your right while he kisses your left ring finger.

“Marry me.” He whispers, “marry me right now. I don’t care where we do it, or anything about it, but I want you to marry me. I want to call you my wife and take you to races and let you meet everyone—Oscar will adore you just as much as I do—“

You cut off his ramble with a kiss, this time being the one to pull him in. When you break, you grin and wipe saliva off your lip with your thumb, “Is that a good enough yes? Because I also want all of those things.”

“That’s a better yes than any words you could’ve said.” Logan grins and wraps his arms around you and kisses every inch of skin he can reach. And maybe you’re both tipsy, and this is something you’ll have to actually discuss tomorrow, but for now it’s just you, Logan, and a promise. No rings, no witnesses, no evidence of anything other than puffy lips and the looks in your eyes.

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Some of the Matthew Quotes from his recent Interview

Fresh off eliminating the Tampa Bay Lightning in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Panthers forward Matthew Tkachuk joined The Pat McAfee Show on ESPN to talk all things puck on Wednesday.

Still in amazement of Tkachuk’s toughness to play with a broken sternum during last year’s Stanley Cup Final, McAfee and his energetic band of co-hosts started the show talking about playing through pain.

“In the Stanley Cup Playoffs all bets are off and you do whatever you can to play,”

“He was fired up to see us beat Tampa the other day,” (talking of his dad)

“Growing up having him as a voice, as a role model, my brother and I were not forced to play hockey, but we had everything around us to help us grow into it and love the game. We had him around every day to ask about anything, help coach us, teach us, but I’d say the biggest thing that allowed my brother and I to make it to this level was each other. Having that unbelievably close relationship, being each other’s best friends, biggest supporters, and competitors as well.”

“One thing that I’m super grateful that my parents did, and my mom deserves so much credit because she was mainly the one getting up at 5 a.m. to take us to the 6 a.m. practices while my dad was on the road, was that we were never allowed to play hockey 24/7, 365 days like some of these kids do now,” said Tkachuk. “My parents were all about playing every sport you can. I think that’s what allowed me to not get burnt out and my love for the game kept growing and growing more.”

“Don’t touch Bob and there won’t be any problems,” When asked about Tampa Bay and the two goalie interference calls against the Lightning in Game 5.

“We are really excited to get a few days of rest and get rejuvenated, but it’s the playoffs and you just want to be out there playing,”

“Some of the best parts of playoffs are just hanging out with the boys in the lounges on the road and watching other games throughout the league.”

With three first-round matchups still ongoing, Tkachuk spoke on how hard it is to close things out.

“The fourth game in a playoff series is always the hardest to win because no matter what you are in the series, the other team is so desperate playing for their lives you have to find a way to match that or exceed that,” said Tkachuk.

Something that can help with closing out a series is playing in front of a home crowd.

“It’s a tough question because last year in playoffs are team was lights out on the road and it didn’t matter where we played,”

“When playing in Florida, we have such great fans and the building is so loud, I think home ice is important for us, having the extra potential game seven at home, you always want to have that at home. I think our fans are so loud and we’ve made this rink here in Florida a tough place to play, so I think home ice is important for our team, it’s an extra layer you can add to the series. I think we have great fans, so it’s important for us.”

Among the recent sellout crowds at Amerant Bank Arena, Miami Dolphins Jalen Ramsey and Jaylen Waddle have come out to support and hype up the crowd with the banging of the pre-game drum.

Knowing Waddle was there, Tkachuk told the show he was planning on a big goal celebration in salute of the fellow local superstar.

“If I scored I was going to do the ‘Waddle’ because he was there,” said Tkachuk. “He’s my favorite football player.”

While it didn’t happen that game, McAfee called for Tkachuk to bring in the dance celebration next time he lights the lamp.

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Tethered Time

Logan Sargeant Soulmate AU

Chapter Two

Synopsis: Everyone has a timer on their wrist. It counts down the time until you hear your soulmates voice for the first time. After you hear their voice, it changes to the time until you meet them for the first time.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Previous Chapters: Chapter One

Masterlist

December 25, 2022

10 months 4 days

     “We have one last gift for you, Lilah,” my mom says, handing me an envelope. I grab it from her, tearing it open. I look inside and drop it in shock. Multiple paddock passes fall out of it. 

     “Oh my god! You didn’t!!” I shout, picking them up. I see passes for multiple races. 

     “Since Logan is in Formula 1 now, we got you two passes for every race in North America but Las Vegas. We figured this would be a Christmas, birthday, and graduation present all wrapped into one,” my dad says.

     “Thank you so much! This, this is amazing,” I grin. I launch myself at my parents in a hug. They laugh and hug me back. I do a little happy dance, before grabbing the passes. I inspect them, grinning. 

     “We figured you’d take Tucker to at least one race,” my mom says. 

     “I will probably take him to every race, considering you guys don’t like watching it,” I shrug. My parents nod, and my siblings make noises of agreement. I set my passes down, grabbing my phone to call Tucker. 

     “Merry Christmas!” He greets me. 

     “How would you like to go to four Formula 1 races this year?” I ask, not bothering to greet him. The line goes silent. “Tucker?” I prompt him. 

     “Are you serious?” He shrieks in my ear. I pull my phone away from my ear, wincing. 

     “Yes, I’m serious. My parents got me two passes to almost every race in North America this year,” I tell him, grinning. 

     “Yes! YES! I would love to go!” He yells, causing me to pull my phone away from my ear again. “Where do we sit at each of them?!” He asks, excited. 

     “They’re paddock passes,” I explain. I pull my phone away again, knowing he’s about to yell again. 

     “HOLY SHIT, LILAH! TELL YOUR PARENTS I LOVE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH!” He screams. I turn to my parents, and they’re covering their laughter. 

     “We love you too, Tucker,” my mom calls out to him. 

     “I’ve got to go now, Lilah, but we will be discussing details of this later,” Tucker says. 

     “Sounds good. Merry Christmas, Tucker,” I say. He wishes me a merry Christmas before hanging up. I grab the passes to go put them somewhere safe. 

     I sprint down the stairs to thank my parents again. “Thank you again!” I hug them again. 

     “Of course, we want you to get every chance you can to meet Logan, so we thought this would be good,” my mom says. My dad nods in agreement. 

     I smile at them before starting to mess around with the new camera lens they got me. 

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May 5, 2022

Miami GP

5 months 24 days

     “I can’t believe we’re actually in Miami to watch a Formula 1 race,” Tucker says, his head going every which way as we enter the paddock. My head is also turning every which way, trying to see everything I can.

     “I can’t believe it, too. Come on! Let’s go look at the hospitalities!” I grab his arm, dragging him towards where you can see the hospitalities. We spend the next 10 minutes looking into as many hospitality windows as possible. “This is so cool!”I laugh happily. 

     Tucker sees something and takes off. “Come on, Lilah!” He shouts over his shoulder. We’re in front of the Williams hospitality. I linger, not wanting to leave. I know that there’s still basically 6 months until I meet Logan, but I’m hopeful that I’ll still get a glimpse of him in person before then. “Lilah, let’s go! I want to get some Ferrari merch before it sells out!” Tucker calls out to me. 

     “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I say, turning to follow him. I take off after him, not looking back at Williams hospitality. I catch up with him and we head towards the area selling merch. “I want to grab some Williams merch,” I say, when we arrive. We split up in the store to go to the different team sections. I grab a Logan hat and a Williams jacket and head towards the check out. Tucker appears behind me, and I laugh when I see his arms loaded with Ferrari merch. “Got enough merch?” I snicker. 

     “No, I need you to hold these for me,” he says, a serious look on his face. My jaw drops in shock, before he breaks out in laughter. “I’m kidding, this is everything,” he says. I nod and we check out. 

     After checking out, we head up to the paddock club. We take a seat just as FP1 starts. 

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Logan’s POV

1 minutes 12 seconds

     I glance at my wrist and then around the hospitality. My timer says there’s only a minute left until I hear my soulmate's voice, but everyone around me are people I’ve talked to before. The door at the entrance opens, and I look up hopeful. I sigh in disappointment when James Vowels walks through the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hear a female’s voice say as the door closes. In an instant, I’m out of my seat, pushing past a confused James. My wrist is burning, but I ignore it. I slam the door open and sprint out. My head is whipping in every direction, trying to find the source of the voice. My face falls when I can’t pinpoint who the owner of the voice is. I glance down at my wrist and my face falls even more when I see 5 months and 24 days. 

     I head back inside the hospitality. I spot James and Alex standing at the door, watching me. “What’s the matter?” James asks me. 

     “I heard my soulmate’s voice, but I won't meet her for another 5 months, 24 days, and some hours and minutes,” I sigh. I get looks of pity from both Alex and James. I just shake my head and head downstairs to the garage. 

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Lilah’s POV

Miami GP

5 months 22 days

     “Man, what a disappointing race for Logan. To finish last at your home race must hurt,” Tucker sighs, as we walk out of the paddock. 

     “Yeah, I hope he has a good support system of friends to cheer him up,” I nod in agreement. 

     “If only you two had met before, you’re really good at cheering people up,” Tucker says, bumping shoulders with me. I grin, thanking him. 

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June 18, 2023

Canadian GP

4 months 11 days

     “No!” I shout when I see Logan’s car pull over to the side of the track. I groan, my head dropping into my hands. 

     “His car was giving off a critical error, so it’s good that he stopped,” Tucker shouts over the crowd of the noise and cars. I nod, letting him know I heard him. 

     “Still sucks though,” I grumble, arms crossed. I sigh and turn my attention back to the race. 

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October 22, 2023

COTA

7 days

     “How do you feel knowing you’ve got one week until you meet Logan?” Tucker asks as we lay in our beds at the hotel. 

     “Nervous, but excited. What if he doesn’t like me?” I turn to look at him. 

     “He’ll like you, it’s hard not to,” Tucker scoffs. His phone vibrates and he grabs it. 

    I turn away from him to stare at the ceiling. “Thanks, but can we talk about how amazing he did today?! He finished P12!” I exclaim. 

     “P10,” Tucker says. 

     My head whips toward him, with a confused look on my face. “No, he finished P12.”

     “He may have finished P12, but he’s now P10 because Hamilton and Leclerc were just disqualified,” Tucker tells me, staring at his phone. He turns it towards me and I read the article from Formula 1. 

     “OH MY GOD LOGAN JUST GOT HIS FIRST POINTS IN FORMULA 1!!!” I screech, flying out of bed. I do a little happy dance around the room. Tucker watches me, laughing. He holds his phone up, recording me. I stick my tongue out at him. “Yeah yeah, you can laugh. You’re just the same way when your boyfriend does something you’re proud of,” I wave my hand. 

     “I know,” Tucker grins, “This video is going to Carter.” 

     “Tell him hi for me,” I say, falling onto the bed. 

     “I will,” Tucker responds, typing away on his phone. 

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Logan’s POV

7 days

     “How do you feel about getting your first points?” Alex sits down across from me on the plane. 

     “Happy, excited,” I respond, grinning. I post the picture I took when learning that I earned points on Instagram. I subconsciously rub my fingers over the timer on my wrist. I notice Alex glancing at it. 

     “How much time is left?” He asks, leaning forward. 

     “7 days,” I breathe out. 

     His eyes widen, “Getting close then. Are you excited?”

     “Very, I’ve been waiting for this for years. But I’m also extremely nervous. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she doesn’t like what I do?” I rhetorically ask. 

     “Well, considering you heard her voice while at the Miami GP, and you meet her during the Mexico GP, I’m going to go with she likes what you do,” he points out. 

     “Yeah, you’re right. But that still doesn’t mean she’ll like me,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. 

     ���I doubt she’ll dislike you, you’re a likable guy,” Alex says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “You’ve got this. It’ll be okay.”

     “Thanks, Alex,” I sigh, looking up at him. 

     “Of course,” he nods, getting up to go sit with his girlfriend, Lily. 

     I close my eyes to sleep on the flight to Mexico.

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A Hell's Kitchen Christmas [Hallmark Trope]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Hallmark Special tv movie trope 1. Busy career woman in big city reluctantly returns to hometown for problem™. Handsome man in town who she initially clashes with wins her over and they fall in love. She stays in hometown. It is also Christmas. "You return to Hell's Kitchen to help your estranged dad in a legal battle over his hardware store. You’re a hot-shot Miami lawyer after all, how hard could it be? Except the charming, handsome local lawyer named Matt Murdock your dad hired to help him keeps getting in your way. And yes, it is Christmas. Because this is a Hallmark Movie."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. No pronouns are used for reader, so any gender applies! Catholic/Religious mass mentioned/attended by reader, reader’s mom is dead, Christmas, Fluff on top of fluff.

WC: 1500

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The footsteps of parishioners thumped softly against the carpeted aisle of Clinton Church, nearly drowned out by the blaring of the organ as it played them out while they all exited. Christmas Eve Midnight Mass had just ended. Typically always over-crowded with those Sister Maggie called “Christers” (those who only attend church on Christmas and Easter), the many people walked past where Matt sat in a pew towards the back, chatting about what excitement tomorrow brought them (technically today, as it was nearly 1AM on Christmas Morning).

Matt remained in his seat, listening to the crowd depart, until there was just one other person in the chapel with him.

He noticed you as soon as he sat down before the service. Despite the many unfamiliar heartbeats in the crowd tonight, he picked yours out right away. Your citrus-scented perfume confirmed your presence when its pleasant smell reached him. 

You were alone, which Matt found odd. Not joined by your father for the holiday celebrations as he expected you to be.

He heard you finally stand from your spot and walk up to the altar just as the last of the crowd left. The lighter trembled in between your fingers as you picked up a tea light and lit it, placing it amongst the many flaming symbols of other people's prayers.

“Shit God, I know I don’t pray a lot… or at all really.”

Matt listened as you spoke, chuckling to himself. You clearly hadn’t noticed him there.

“Look, it’s just my dad… the hardware store has been his whole life since mom died and please, you just can’t take that away from him. I know me leaving didn’t help, I know. I’m still living with that guilt, believe me.” you continued to pray, sniffling and wiping away a tear from your eye

“But this pro-bono guy he’s got. I don’t think it’s gonna be enough. I guess what I’m asking is please just let him open his heart enough for me to help. Or at least for this Murdock schmuck to get it together enough and actually save my dad’s store. You know, like a nice Christmas miracle? Um… thanks God.”

You crossed yourself and bowed to the altar, turning to leave.

Matt could tell you spotted him from the gasp that left your mouth and the way your heart skipped a beat.

“Matt. Hey. Um… Merry Christmas.” you said, still trying not to cry as you walked over to him

“Hey. Merry Christmas to you too. Where’s your dad?”

“Oh, he had a long day today. You know him, he never stops working. I told him to stay home and rest. Can I walk you home?”

“Oh you don’t have to…”

“Come on Matt, it’s late and it’s Christmas. It’s only a few blocks anyway. Let me walk you home.”

Matt nodded and took your arm as you led him out of the church and into the cold New York night. The snowflakes danced around as the two of you walked, arm in arm. Crunching footsteps made a path through the white-covered sidewalk and left evidence of the route to Matt’s apartment you took. 

“Did you not bring a warmer coat? I can hear you shivering.” Matt exclaimed

“I didn’t. I never come home for Christmas, but with everything going on with my dad, I booked the trip so last minute and a winter coat isn’t exactly something I need in Miami.” you replied, tugging at the sleeves of your thin jacket

“May I?” Matt offered, releasing your arm for a moment to shrug off his wool pea coat.

Gloved hands ghosted your neck as he situated the garment around your shoulders. It was snuggly and warm and reminded you of Matt in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“Thank you Matt. Not just for the coat, but for everything. You’re really helping my dad out.” you said, letting him take your arm once more and resuming your journey

“Oh yeah? You sure I’m not just some schmuck he hired?”

“Shit. You heard that? I didn’t mean it.” you shook your head and Matt just chuckled

“You really are a good lawyer.” you continued “Everything you’ve proposed we try and all the research you’ve done… I know I’ve been really hard on you since I got here and I’m sorry. I’m a big deal at my firm in Miami and I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am. And my dad is about to get evicted and he doesn’t even call his own kid to help? I know I’m in corporate finance law and I’m not licensed in New York but still… He didn’t tell me this was happening for months and he hired you and I was hurt.”

“So why’d you come back to New York then? If you think I’m a good enough lawyer to help your dad out that is?” Matt asked

“I didn’t think that at first. Didn’t think a small pro-bono firm could take on the big developer trying to tear down the whole block. But now that I’ve been working with you on this, well I was wrong. And maybe I came back too because I missed him and I missed home.”

“Yeah?”

The streets of Hell’s Kitchen were practically empty at this hour, families all tucked away in their homes waiting for the excitement of Christmas morning. It was tranquil, seeing the city that never sleeps so quiet and calm. The electric buzz that New York always seems to have was still there, but dimmed. 

“After my mom died, we just grew apart. He threw himself into work and I threw myself into school and my career. I think he was bitter that I moved away, that I didn’t want to take over the store from him.”

“Well you shouldn’t feel bad about going on your own path.” Matt reassured

“Yeah but it was the way I did it. But now that I’ve been back, god it’s like we used to be. Close you know?”

“Yeah I was really close with my dad too. And I’d give anything to have him back. To have what you and your dad have.”

“Shit you’re right. I guess that really puts it in perspective.” you replied

The purple and gold light of the video billboard on Matt’s block reflected off the snowflakes like a disco ball. A festive touch considering what day it was. You stopped your journey just outside his front door, facing him to observe the way he licked his lips as he formulated his next thought.

“I think he just wants what’s best for you.” 

“I know that. It’s a shame it took me this long to figure out what’s actually best for me.” you replied

“Oh yeah? You figured that out just in the 10 days you’ve been home? Wow counselor, research and evidence gathering stage usually takes longer.”

“Very funny Murdock. Yeah actually, I have.” you replied

 “And what did you figure out?”

“Matt, the work that you do, seeing it in action and how it’s helped my dad, it really inspired me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think I want to shift my legal specialty. Find a firm to work for that takes on clients like yours and actually helps people. And Matt, I don’t know that I would have discovered that if it weren’t for you.”

A wide smile spread across Matt’s face as he lowered and shook his head.

“Well, I might know of just the firm that could use a lawyer as smart as you. You’d have to stay in Hell’s Kitchen though, or at the very least New York…”

“Matt, are you offering me a job?” you asked

“Well I mean you’d have to pass the bar in New York first, but yeah, actually I am.”

“What are you doing tomorrow– or today I guess technically?” you asked

“For Christmas? I don’t really have plans. I used to go to dinner at Foggy’s family, but his parents became snowbirds a few years ago, so now all the Nelsons travel to Florida for the holidays. Why?”

“My dad is cooking a fabulous meal and we’d love to have you join us. To thank you for all you’ve done. For both of us.”

“I don’t want to impose on your first Christmas in years with your dad.” Matt replied

“Oh c’mon Matt, you have to come! You’re practically family at this point; you’re saving my dad’s business, you’re repairing our relationship, you’re offering me a job.”

“Okay, okay. I will come.” he conceded

“Great! We can tell my dad I’m moving back to New York. Together.”

“Does that mean you’re saying yes? To my offer?”

“Yes Matt, I am saying yes. To working for you. And staying in New York.”

Reaching out with a trembling hand in the cold night air, you ran your thumb along his jaw. Matt let out a chuckle as you reveled in the way his stubble felt against your freezing fingers. A sigh escaped you into his plush, soft lips when he finally kissed you, warming you instantly from the chill.

“Merry Christmas, Matt.”

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.”

[itsvaleriesucka]

the day of your luck - prelude

pairing: criminal!joel miller x fem!reader

prelude summary: being locked up behind bars isn’t easy. luckily for you, you have been given a chance to start new. 

prelude warning: brief language 

word count: 1.4k

a/n: no worries! joel will make his appearance in ch.1. i'm just warming things up.

chapter one ⋆ series masterlist

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“I hope you like it sweetie.” 

A warm smile paints across your mother’s face as she hands you a small box with retro floral pattern wrapping that’s adorned all around. Your curiosity kicks in with anticipation of knowing what can possibly lie inside the small box. 

You carefully rip the wrapping apart which reveals a plainly boring yet dull box on the outside. You tilt your head, eyes glancing up at your mother. She softly chuckled. 

“Go on, open it.” Her chin rests upon her hands that folded just underneath. She contained her own excitement by biting her bottom lip that’s painted with a coral peach tone. It was her usual lipstick color. 

Listening to your own mother’s words, you cautiously removed the lid. Your eyes widen at the sudden item revealed. You were too ecstatically happy that you didn’t even notice the lid slipping from your hands and onto the ground. You couldn’t help to draw yourself in to give your mother the biggest hug possible. 

“I love it! Thank you mom!” Your cheek rested against her shoulder with closed eyes. Your hands wrapped tight around her neck, still holding the box. Your mother laughed and embraced your hug in return. 

“I’ll show you how to use it.” Your mother mentioned softly. 

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“Do you know why you’re here?” 

The question from your correctional social worker snaps you back into reality from your flashback. She stared down at your case files that were neatly organized inside a manila folder. She pushes her reading glasses towards the bridge of her nose, concentrating on your information and statements that are provided. 

Deep down inside, you knew exactly why you were here. You didn’t want to admit it, no. You rather let your new social worker figure it all by herself like puzzle pieces. After all, it is her job. 

“Because orange looks great on me.” An impudent tone slips past your lips that filled the walls surrounding the office. A tone that ought to earn yourself a rough slap across your face. 

The brief silence between you two remained. You often try to tell yourself you wanted to work on your attitude, but in all reality, you fail miserably to do so. Guess you’re stuck with it for the rest of your life.

Staring out into the window, your eyes danced and followed each movement of your fellow inmates exercising and socializing out in the courtyard. Holy hell, how are your inmates not passed out on the ground in this notorious Miami heat?

Those poor German Shepherds outside, sitting besides their companionships with tongues sticking out to remain cool under the heat. They deserved ice in their water bowls after their guard duty shift. 

Every day is an opportunity to step outside and get some fresh air and good ol’ vitamin D. On the hottest days of getting enough sunlight striking your skin, you like to stand in the shade against the wall and talk away with other inmates you’ve known during these past months. You would’ve been outside if it weren't for you getting pulled inside.   

Your hands fold neatly in which they are pressed against your lower abdomen. It’s perhaps the only position that is absolutely comfortable due to the lovely set of silver handcuffs adorned tightly against your wrists.

Robberies were mainly your strong forte. Why did you accomplish this path? For obvious reasons, it was easy money. A pretty dame like yourself can get away with almost anything your heart desires. Nobody would ever suspect a thing from someone who deemed innocence.

Breaking into the fanciest of homes to see what the rich have in store for you was always an exhilarating escapade. You learned the rich tend to carry priceless jewels stored in safes you knew how to crack the code to. You just take them and pawn each item at different jewelry shops. Nothing but Benjamin Franklin’s was all you’ve ever seen and boy, did he make you smile cheek to cheek. 

“Orange looks great on everyone.”

You rolled your eyes at her words, providing a narrow squint as you turned your head to take a look at her. You’re not going to lie to yourself, she’s perhaps the third correctional social worker you’ve gone through. The last two have given up because you’ve never given in to their bullshit responses. You’re done believing. 

“Sure.” The only word you’re able to mutter as a response. You know you’re going to be locked up here for lord knows how long due to every crime. There can be a possibility of parole because technically, you never murdered anybody. Just punches and bruises if a bitch got in your way. 

“I’m here because I am giving you a chance.” 

Whoa. 

This is new.

The silver chains on your handcuffs were the only sound to linger across the room with just the flick of your wrists. The expression fixated upon your face loosens its tension. You can feel your body coming into a relaxed stance. You also want to remind yourself that the amount of expression caused on your face can cause crease marks and wrinkles in the future.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as your social worker stood up from her seat and slowly made her way towards you. You turned around to give her your full attention. Where exactly was she going with this? You thought.

“A chance?” 

Curiosity pools inside of you, a slight tilt of your head was the only gesture she was going to receive since you absolutely couldn’t deter what just came out of her mouth. Was she messing with you? Is she going to tell you this and then leave? Oh boy. Here comes your trust issues radiating across your mind. Your anxious thoughts sort of pounds against your skull. 

Relax.

You felt her hand rest upon your shoulder, gently forcing you to turn and face back towards the window. You can hear herself gently breathe into contentment.

“I see potential in you. You’re not like the others I’ve met.” She tilts her head to look at you, “You’re young, smart, and have so much to live for. A lot can happen in a year, you know.”

She’s right. 

A lot can happen within the span of one fucking solid year it’s insane. Spending your time enclosed behind bars, three course meals provided daily, exercise, limitless showers, it’s a lot. It’s not the grandest paradise but at least it’s better than nothing. 

To your surprise, your social worker gently grabbed your wrists. A small key held in her other hand. You feel the bones and muscles from your wrists alleviate some tension from the metal hooks she removed from you. You pressed pressure with your fingertips to massage the stiffness away. 

“Consider this the day of your luck.”

There was another paradise pictured deep inside your mind. Your eyes stare out into the open behind those wired fences and out into the vast horizon. From a distance you’re able to see structured buildings, nothing but the heart and soul of Miami; downtown. You know just right beyond that, awaits South Beach.

Oh. South Beach.

A place where you forget time exists. A place for long drives along Ocean Drive. A place for fun underneath the sun wherever you go. But once the sun is down and those neon fluorescent lights illuminate the night to play, there’s nothing but trouble seeping along those infamous streets. Drug dealers lurking at every corner you’d meet, offering their best stuff yet. Prostitutes hitching a ride for a good time, the younger crowds dancing the night away at popular disco bars. Anything that you can think about exists in that eminent neighborhood. 

You were too drowned into your thoughts to even notice your social worker calling out as she pulled a chair right in front of her desk for you to come and sit down. 

“We’ve got some work to do.”

Blinking a couple of times, your tunnel vision disappeared. She’s right. There is work to do and in order for you to get out of this place is to get on her good side and follow the rules. You inhaled deeply to then exhale the tension that rushed against your body. Almost pulling a sigh.

A gentle whisper, a huge reminder, breaks apart from your lips. Words you absolutely want to commit to this time. You considered it a promise.

“Don’t screw this up…”

[madhatterbri]

The Devil Wears Prada | C.B.

Summary: Reader catches the eye of the devil himself.

"Avoid the devil himself tonight, and you'll survive the upper Eastside," the woman altering your dress advised. You had just finished telling her how excited you were to be visiting your cousin, Nate. You two were so close until you moved to Miami.

"Devil? Who is the devil?" You asked while staring at your reflection in the mirror. The woman did wonders on your dress. You couldn't wait to attend the Heaven and Hell ball.

"Carter Baizen, dear, if he sticks his claws in you, it is all over," she warned.

📃

"I still can't believe you are here," Nathaniel Archibald smiled, walking around the different guests with you. Your arm linked with his as the two of you made your way towards his friends. "Last time we hung out this long, we played with my car set,"

You smiled and chuckled. "I know. This is all still so unreal. I'm glad our moms finally made up,"

Your eyes scanned the room and stopped at a boy staring at you. He wore a Prada suit. A black devil mask covered his appearance from the nose up. Despite you catching him looking at you, he never looked away.

"Hey Nate, who is," You turned your head and stopped when your cousin was gone. He must have seen Blair with some other man. Your poor cousin was still so in love with her. You turned your attention back to the bar, but now the mysterious man stood next to you.

"Care for a dance?" The man asked and opened his hand to her. He bowed, waiting for you to answer him. A blush flushed your cheeks. The last thing you were expecting was an offer for a dance. The man was definitely your type. Well dressed, handsome, and confident you couldn't possibly say no.

Wordlessly, you slipped your hand in his. He looks up at you with a devilish smile. His face moves closer to your hand and kisses the top of it. Your stomach feels as if a thousand butterflies have been released in there.

He never let's go of your hand. His fingers laced with yours as he led you to the dance floor. You look at all the other dancers. A sea of angels dancing with devils. The scene was so elegant. Miami never had parties like this.

The mystery man spun you around before wrapping an arm around your waist. You placed an arm on his shoulder. Your fingers glided over his neck. He shivered at your soft touch. His other hand held yours.

You followed his lead, never quite being a fan of ballroom dancing. In Miami, you were more known in the club scene. Those people didn't care what you looked like or what you did. They just wanted to unwind. The mystery man spins you around. On your way back to face him, he moves his lips close to your ear.

"I know everyone in the Upper East Side. How have I never seen you before?" He asked.

"I moved away when I was young. I've lived in Miami ever since," you answered.

"Archibald's cousin then? I remember hearing about you," he said.

"Yeah, are you friends with my cousin?"

He smirked. "Something like that,"

The music continued to play. Your cousin and his friends are a distant memory to you. He was different from your regular scene, but this man made it fun. He joked with you a couple of times. His eyes filled with glee every time you laughed. After a few songs, he spoke to you again.

"You want to go somewhere quieter? They have stairs to a balcony," he asked.

"Lead the way," you answered. As much as he was great, hearing the same classical notes was starting to bore you.

He laced your fingers in his and led you away from the ball. The classical music sounded quieter the higher you made it up the stairs. He held the door open for you once you arrived.

"Oh, wow," you gasped in amazement. The city lights lit up the night sky. Illuminated skyscrapers were your favorite part. They looked like they cast a beam of light to Heaven. "How did you know about this place?"

"My dad owns the building," he shrugged like it was no big deal.

You walked to the glass fence and smiled. Your eyes filled with amazement. Carter stood behind you. His hands rubbed your waist as you looked on. There was no way you could ever go back to Miami now.

"How long are you here for?" Carter asked and rested his head on yours.

"Another week. My aunt has offered for me to stay with her and Nate, but I'm not sure,"

"I think you should stay," he spoke and moved his head from yours. He took a step back to admire you.

You raised an eyebrow and turned your head. "Why?"

"So I can do this any time I want," he whispered and kissed your lips. You placed your hands on his neck. Back home, you would have never kissed a man you didn't know. New York was definitely different than Miami. Your phone buzzed in your purse.

"It's probably Nate. I have to go," you sighed. "It was nice meeting you...."

"Carter,"

The woman's warning played in your head, yet you ignored it. "See you around, Carter,"

Spotted: Golden Boy's little cousin meeting the real-life devil. Careful, Y/N, or you might get burned.

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

A/N: This will follow up into a fic so keep a lookout for that 🤫

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[holllandtrash]

I’m such a sucker for friends to lovers.

Like growing up with Lance or Lando or someone and the two of you saying that you actually are only friends and all of the other drivers are like “sure guys whatever you say”

LANCE this is a lance prompt

You don’t show up to all the races but you go to the ones in the states for sure and def Montreal and lance always performs better when you’re there

And this is the first season w alonso so when you introduce yourself to him in miami alonso is like “ohh lances girlfriend, yes?” And you’re like oh hahha no and he’s like “oh the way he talks about you I just thought you were together”

But you guys are only friends there is so much love there but you don’t realize its more than friends until Montreal when lance invites you out to the Aston Martin team dinner Sunday night after such a good race 🥲🥲

And that whole weekend the drivers are calling you lances good luck charm and you just brush it off but he performs so well gets a podium probably (let’s be realistic here, he gets third) but when he parks in parc ferme he gets out and hugs his team but you’re there too and you can both tell there’s that weird moment like does he go in for a hug or does he kiss you (you both wish you kissed) but he doesn’t because you’ve only ever been friends

But then at dinner, even though he’s the one who got the podium, he doesn’t even care about his team he just is happy you’re celebrating with him and his hand is on your leg the whole time and you guys are in the restaurant until literally close and there’s music playing and slowly people start to leave until it’s just you two and maybe a few other Aston Martin members and he pulls you up from the chair to just dance off to the side probably because the song that’s playing is the song that played at your moms wedding and he knows how much you love it and it’s such a sweet moment and lance FINALLY kisses you and you’re like “took you long enough” and he’s like

“What are you doing next weekend” and invites you to the race bc he really does love you and he wants you around as much as possible

[arolock]

Name and dimension: Mortimer "Morty" Smith, Miami-1789

Age: 19

Occupation: partnership in his grandfather's business

Miami-1789 timeline is a but odd. In this dimension Rick met Diane when they both were students, way earlier than other Ricks, which moved all time points, making Beth, Morty and Summer older than other versions of them. Diane in this dimension broke up with Rick when he dived deep into drug dealing, trying to provide for his family. Due to his growing business Rick later moved to Miami.

When Diane suddenly died (disappeared in the blue light in front of Beth, Jerry and kids during family dinner), Beth called her father, with whom she secretly kept in touch, in complete shock. Rick immediately demanded the family to move with him in Miami, which they did. Rick's paranoia, fueled with the unexplainable death of his ex-wife and his family being so close to his business area, hit off the rocket.

Growing up in a household run by a paranoid control freak of a drug lord made Morty cynical and cunning. His morals are grey at best, he operates under his own complicated code of rules. He believes that there are no good people in the business, and has no problem with shooting them down if needed, but, in contrary to many other Mortys, doesn't have suppressed anger issues and isn't prone to a juvenile violence, even if he does have fun in shootouts and fights.

Has no shame whatsoever, easily uses his good looks whenever he sees fit, but his borderline obsession with his appearance almost led him to develop an eating disorder in attempt to keep a 'teenage' body when he hit the growth spur. Luckily his changed habits were picked by Summer in time, and she convinced Morty to go to therapy.

Morty adores fashion and prefers feminine style in his looks. Bought The Pink Glock just for funzies, proceeds to kill the most annoying guys he encounters with it. Goes under 'he/him' pronoun, but mostly just to fuck with people when they misgender him, in his heart doesn't give a flying fuck about the matter. If he really likes a person, he allows them to use whatever pronoun they see fit. He's aro/pan, prefers androgynous looks in his partners. Doesn't date.

Despite working enormous amount of hours with Rick's paperwork, hates hustle culture with a passion, once shot a guy whos shenanigans made him and Rick work overtime. Often clashes with Rick on that, but steadily holds his ground.

Does have his own plans that are connected to Rick's business, but keeps it between himself, Rick and partly Summer. His parents know better than push on the future career subject, they are too scared that he will keep his 'dancing hobby' his primal occupation. Which he sure won't, but he likes to keep this sword hanging above their heads.

Morty's pronouns for family and friends:

Mom and dad use 'he/him' (just out of the habit, they did ask him first about it though when they saw him going for more and more feminine look).

Rick switches them depending on his mood, Morty's attitude and the current situation they found themselves in (some of their associates are more of asses then ciates, and it's easier to play along to a certain point).

Summer, Squanchy and Jessica go with 'she/her' (Summer combines the pronoun with calling Morty her little brother, Jessica simply likes Morty's feminine look and figured that 'she' pronoun suits the look better, and Squanchy just was confused about the whole thing and misgendered Morty at their first meet, but was so adorable that Morty didn't have a heart to break it to him, so he just let it slide).

Birdperson exclusively uses 'they/them' (he sternly believes that it suits Morty the best not because of his looks, but of his nature. Refuses to elaborate further).

[garbinge]

A Hole In A Shoe

Steve Murphy x Murphy!F!Reader (Murphy Sister Reader from this fic) Javi Peña x Murphy!F!Reader A/N: The way I started this August Challenge with this crew and just expected it to be a stand alone one shot..lol. This is just the next installment, have one more written and who knows where it'll go! lol. Word Count: 2.2k Warnings: Drunk, drinking, mentions of exes and proposals, trashing of apartments (could be considered semi-abusive relationship), cursing.  Narcos Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini

“I need you to pick me up.” Your voice slurred into the payphone in the bar. 

“It’s like 12:30 in the morning over there.” Steve’s voice was raspy. He wiped his eyes in an attempt to wake up and process you on the other line. 

“Okay well, the bartender took my keys so it’s either I walk back to my hotel on the fuckin’ highway or you come and get me because you’re the only person I know in Miami.” 

Steve let out a sigh. “I’m not in Miami, kid.” 

If you weren’t drunk you would have clocked the stress in his voice, maybe even have realized he was stressfully rubbing his temples with his hand as his arm rested on his knee but you were blissfully unaware. 

“Okay sorry, I forgot that your house is in Hialeah, same shit though, can you just get me.” You let out a hiccup at the end of your sentence. 

“No, I’m back in Colombia.” 

Now you heard the stress in his voice. 

“I literally just saw you.” You were confused, and despite being drunk this was something that would have thrown you for a loop regardless. 

“Yea, I got called back in last minute and figured since I dropped you off at the airport this morning, I didn’t need to update you yet. Which– why aren’t you home? Why are you still in Miami?”

Fuck. You didn’t think that part through. 

“I canceled my flight.” You said in a whisper worried about his response. 

“The one I paid for?” Steve was now fully awake. 

“Scheduled it for later.” You danced around the topic. 

“How later?” Steve’s voice just got more annoyed. 

“A month from now.” 

“Jesus Christ.” Steve was now standing up in his small apartment in Colombia, moving towards his dresser like he was able to just get dressed and come down to pick you up. 

As he approached the dresser he saw the picture of him and his family tucked behind the wood and in front of the mirror. The photo included 5 of you. Your mom, your dad, Steve, you and Connie. You were snugged up next to her, Connie had become a close friend to you, Steve was happy about that, with all the issues your parents caused regarding his job, the last thing he needed was more drama. But that was who you were, you were kind, you were easy going, you were annoying but all out of good reason. 

What would Connie do? 

That was the thought running through Steve’s head. He wanted to reprimand you but he knew she would have cut you slack. Figured out what was really going on. 

“Why’d you do that?” His voice was trying, there was still frustration there but he was trying to understand. 

“I don’t think I can go home.” You were now starting to get teary eyed and crying in a bar in Miami at 12:30AM was not on your to-do list. 

“I thought you hated Miami?” Steve questioned, still staring at the picture of him and his family. 

“Not as much as I hate New York, I guess.” You sniffled, making sure your tears didn’t make it down your cheek. 

Steve knew exactly what you were talking about, he didn’t need to ask. It was a guy. Not just any guy, but the guy who had proposed to you, the guy you told no and decided to trash your apartment. There was likely more details there that Steve wasn’t privy too, but he didn’t need to know anything more. 

“Let me call you a ride.” Steve was now thinking of what to do in this very moment for you. “You can stay at my place for the time being, the keys inside the flower box on the left side.” 

“I don’t think I’ll remember that.” You chuckled closing your eyes and resting it against the wall the payphone was attached to. 

“I’ll call you at the hotel tomorrow. Let me get you a ride. Where are you?” Steve smiled. 

“Better Days Bar.” 

“Fitting.” Steve actually let out a laugh this time. “Alright, drink some water, I’ll have a ride for you in 30 minutes.” 

“Thanks big brother.” You let out a sigh as the relief left your body. 

You didn’t realize who your brother was sending. You figured he’d call you a cab, call the hotel’s car service, maybe even one of Connie’s friends, but not Javier Peña. If you had known, maybe you wouldn’t have convinced the bartender to keep serving you. 

The alcohol now had you dancing, luckily you were still a good few minutes away from getting up on the bar and you’d take that win right now. 

As your name rolled off his tongue you froze, you knew the voice, even only having heard it once. As you turned, you smiled, taking the embarrassment with stride. 

“Care for a drink, Peña?” 

“Think I’m supposed to be your DD.” He smirked. 

Fuck, had you not noticed that smirk before? No, you did, the alcohol in your system was just making the thought a lot less harder to push aside. 

Somehow you agreed to walk out of the bar with him. But you weren’t just ready to get in the car you assumed he rented during his time down in Miami. At some point you made a break for the beach which was right across from the bar. You weren’t sure how Steve did it, beaches and bars within walking distance? It was a dream. Maybe Miami wasn’t so bad after all. 

Javi caught up with you, calling after you in a flustered panic. The last thing he needed was to lose you or accidentally let you drown in the ocean. Neither was going to be the conversation he wanted to have with Steve. 

Just as Javi reached you, your body lost all balance, it didn’t help that the sand was tough to navigate even for a person who didn’t have practically the entirety of a tequila bottle in their system. Javi caught you, his arms quick to wrap around you and steady you. 

“It’s these damn shoes.” You looked down to your feet, Javi still holding you in his grip. You let out a gasp which caused Javi to hold you tighter and look down where your gaze was. He was expecting to see a broken bone, blood, something from the stumble but was left confused when he saw nothing. 

“There’s a hole in my shoe.” You lifted your leg up and shook it in the air. 

“Yea, they’re sandals.” He stood behind you now, arms still steadying you, his eyes frowning at your comment. 

“Oh.” You let out a hiccup, you were really drunk, those last few drinks after your call to Steve really putting you over the edge. 

Javi plopped you down on the sand and took a seat next to you. He knew there was no chance of getting you back to the car right now, so he’d just chat with you until you sobered up just enough to want to go home. 

“Why are you here?” You turned to him, eyes glossy staring at him. 

He was reaching in his pocket for a smoke, bringing it up to his mouth before answering making his voice muffled. “Steve called me.”  

“I know that. I mean in Miami. You didn’t get called down last minute.” You dug your sandals into the sand. 

“Steve didn’t get called down, he volunteered. I enjoy my vacation time.” Javi immediately regretted sharing that piece of information. He didn’t know how you were going to take it and if it was going to be taken badly, he hoped you’d be too drunk to remember tomorrow. 

“Kid can’t sit still.” You shook your head, not mad or honestly shocked. 

“Kid?” Javi raised his eyebrows and let out a chuckle that exhaled smoke out of his mouth. 

“It’s what he calls me.” You laughed back. 

“Why are you here?” Javi asked, hoping the conversation would sober you up as time went by. 

“Don’t really feel like going home.” You shook your head, thinking about New York made you want to throw up. 

“What’s your plan?” Javi asked passing you the cigarette. As you took it in your hand, you waved around you to signal what your thoughts were. “Right.” He nodded and leaned forward, letting his arms rest on his knees. 

“You’re not sore on the eyes, you know that, Peña?” You changed the subject as you looked over at him through the smoke of the cigarette. 

The laugh he let out was one of disbelief, the last thing he expected you to say was that. 

“Thanks I think.” He took the bud of the cigarette back taking one last drag of it. 

“Oh, it’s a compliment.” You laughed and changed the topic again. “You watch out for my brother?” 

It was a more serious comment, you did worry. 

“He doesn’t need a babysitter.” Javi switched into his DEA mode quickly like he was talking to someone he worked with. 

“Never said he did. I just wanna make sure that if you’re the one he’s out on the field with you’ve got his back.”  You didn’t stop staring at him. 

Javi’s shoulders slumped as he took in who he was talking to, who you were, what you’d have to do if something took a turn. 

“Yea I’ve got his back.” He nodded and started playing with the sand. 

The silence was deafening, at least for Javi. For you, you were in your own drunk world that was slowly starting to level out since you weren’t feeding your body more alcohol at the moment. The waves of the Atlantic ocean crashing into the sand mixed with the bustling of the city behind you filled both of your ears. For you, it brought you peace, but for Javi it did the opposite. 

“You know you’re not too sore on the eyes either.” Javi filled the silence between you. 

Your stomach rumbled from the laugh you let out. You were not expecting Javi to say anything of the sorts. Especially after you had just discussed your brother. 

“I’ve dated men like you before Javi.” Your statement could have been taken with a pointedness to it, but you were giddy, you weren’t giving him attitude or a negative demeanor. 

“Men like me? Like what?” He asked, now intrigued. 

“Men who flirt with everyone, disconnected from connection, don’t know love, probably never want to know it, hate being alone but spend most nights lonely, despite who's in your bed– never want to settle down, want me to go on?” For being drunk, you thought you hit the nail on the head with that.

“From what I hear you don’t want to settle down either.” Javi responded back quickly, not taking anytime to ruminate on what you had said. 

“Steve’s got a big mouth.” You turned to look at the ocean. Unlike Javi, you couldn’t brush off the comment that easily. “Yea, I said no. And you know what that fucker did? Trashed my shit.” Your anger began bubbling. 

“See what wanting to settle down does to a man?” Javi teased you and the humor of it actually brought you down a few levels. 

“My parents, they told me to tell him I made a mistake. Beg him to take me back. They think I need a man to take care of me, like I haven’t been on my own since I was 16.” Your head shook. 

“What’d Steve say?” Javi was curious but also, he was trying to change your point of view. 

“That if he ever sees that asshole again he’s gonna throw him off a balcony.” You huffed. 

“Why a balcony?” Javi was intrigued. 

“Because he threw the electric typewriter Steve got me off ours.” 

“You write?” Javi was learning a lot about you. 

“I do.” You nodded with a smile. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Javi. This little knight and shining armor routine doesn’t make you a chapter in my memoir.” 

“How long you in Miami for?” He asked starting to stand up and shake the sand off himself, he looked down at you extending a hand out to you. 

“Not sure, I can push my flight credits out 2 more times.” Grabbing his hand, he pulled you up and now you two were standing dangerously close. Javi wouldn’t cross that line. Not the line of you being Steve’s little sister, but the one of taking advantage of you since you were drunk. 

“I’ve got  4 days, if you’re up for it, maybe we can work on some crazy adventure that’ll make it in your memoir.” His hand was still attached to yours as you stood in front of each other. 

You thought about it for a few beats as you stared at him. He wasn’t sore on the eyes, you were so right about that. Would it be the worst thing if you had a little fun, you deserved it, right? No strings, no stress, no worry of proposals and things getting trashed. 

“Well it just so happens you caught me when my schedule is completely free, Peña.” 

“Well then, let’s have us an adventure.” 

[newsjamz]

So You Think You Can Dance, Theatershow 31-01-2012 - Luxor Theater Rotterdam (NL)

Theatershow “So you think you can dance” 31-01-2012 te Rotterdam in Luxor Theater (NL) source

[liaromancewriter]

La Vie Avec Toi

Premise: When it comes to love, these couples know it’s about every moment of every day.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); Sienna Trinh x M!OC (Max Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,785

A/N: Submission for @choices-february2023, day 18 prompt "romance; @choicesflashfics wk 19, prompt 2 (in bold); @choicesholidays Valentine's Day prompt 2 (in bold); @choicesmonthlychallenge To Be prompt "sweet" ps. I imagined part 2 and 3 of this fic happening this past weekend.

Part 1: Cassie & Max

The music that filled the air was dreamy and romantic. A fire crackled in the fireplace, its flames casting shadows on the cream-colored walls. Outside, it was cold and snowy; inside, it was warm and golden.

The flaxen-haired king took his beautiful queen’s hand, pulled her into his arms, and they started to sway. He spun her around and around, the skirt of her dress flaring in a dance of its own. Her joyous laughter filled the air as he gripped her hand, twirled her away and then reeled her back into his arms.

She looped her arms around his neck, her body fitting perfectly against his, and closed the distance between their lips. It was a sweet kiss full of promise and love. And when he dipped her low, his strong hand sweeping along the curve of her waist, bracing her, it was a picture-perfect moment.

Cassie Valentine watched her parents dance around the living room, and her young heart longed for a love so strong it made every day, every moment romantic.

She should be asleep; it was late and a school night. But she’d awakened from a strange dream and heard the laughter and music. She quietly padded down the dark hallway to the landing with a banister that overlooked the living room.

Knowing she would get into trouble if anyone saw her, she lay on her stomach, resting her chin on folded hands.

Her parents had been cuddling on the couch, drinking wine from fancy glasses, talking and laughing. When the music changed, she saw her dad stand and formally bow as he took her mom’s hand.

And then they were dancing, and Cassie forgot about being discovered as she got swept up in the romance.

When she felt the air shift around her, she knew it was her twin brother Max. He hadn’t made a sound—something he was good at—and joined her on the floor, mirroring her pose.

“Why are you spying on mom and dad?” he whispered in her ear.

“Because they’re so beautiful together,” Cassie murmured, her heart full of yearning. “Someday, I’m going to have what they have.”

“Not me,” Max countered stubbornly. “Kissing gives you cooties.”

She ignored the comment and the gagging noises Max made. She loved her brother, but there was no denying that boys were stupid. They had no appreciation for romance, Cassie thought in annoyance.

As she continued to watch from her hiding place, she sighed dreamily. Someday.

Part 2: Cassie & Ethan

An arctic snap had the country in its grip, the sharp rays of the sun piercing the pristine blue sky deceptive in their promise of warmth. After Miami's heat and sandy beaches, the return to New England felt like being doused in an ice bath.

Ethan Ramsey turned away from the view outside and thought he wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here. The condo’s walls were still unfamiliar; they had moved in just a couple of months ago. But it was already home. One that he and Cassie were making together.

The music drifting from the Bluetooth speaker was cheerful, full of sunshine and rainbows. It matched the mood in the sunlit kitchen inside the beautiful condo facing Boston’s waterfront.

He cast a furtive glance at his wife, humming along with the tune, her hips shimmying to the rhythm, while she chopped vegetables for a stir fry.

Ethan smiled inwardly that once upon a time, he wouldn’t be caught dead listening to syrupy pop. He chuckled, imagining someone somewhere laughing at how the mighty had fallen.

“What’s so funny?” Cassie asked, not looking up from her task.

“Just wondering how I got here with Taylor Swift playing in the kitchen instead of Puccini,” he grinned, strolling into the kitchen.

She angled her head when he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled her neck and lightly bit the edge of her ear lobe before soothing the sting with his tongue. Her hand on the knife handle wavered, and he knew she was as affected as he was by the small gesture.

“I hate to break this to you, babe, but that’s not Taylor Swift,” Cassie grinned up at him, her lips grazing his jaw. “But you get an A for effort.”

“Lucky me,” he said sarcastically with an exaggerated eye-roll. He kissed the side of Cassie’s head, and then he turned away to open the refrigerator. “I’ll get started on the chicken.”

He reached inside to take out the container in which the chicken was marinating. When he closed the door, he found Cassie on the other side, leaning against the counter, arms folded across her chest.

“So this is what they mean.” Her green eyes narrowed to slits. “Put a ring on it, and then it’s ‘Can you pick up milk on your way home?’ and ‘I’ll get started on the chicken.’ Where’s the romance and grand passion, Dr. Ramsey?”

“Cooking together isn’t romantic?” he asked, confused, carefully setting the container on the counter. “Because that’s not what you said in the past.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she countered, disgruntled.

For a minute, he thought she was angry. But then he saw the twinkle in her left eye, a dead giveaway for when she was teasing him. Time to give Cassie a taste of her medicine.

“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t mean it. You still said it.” Ethan kept his tone grim, pretending hurt and annoyance, and secretly enjoyed the remorse gathering on her face.

Before she could react, he tugged her into his arms, placed two fingers on her chin to tilt her face up and covered her mouth. His tongue darted inside to duel with hers, coaxing a response, while his hands cupped her ass.

“How’s that for passion?” He retorted once he let her go.

Cassie sniffed dismissively, but a playful grin hovered on her lips. “Keep going.” She tapped one finger on her lips in invitation. “I’ll let you know when you get it right.”

She batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly. “Unless you’d rather romance the chicken instead?”

Ethan framed her face between his hands and leaned his forehead against hers. “You broke through every wall I had. How can I resist you now?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “The chicken can wait. I’d rather romance my wife.”

“Right answer!”

And then he was kissing her, or she was kissing him. Either way, they agreed they needed a lot of practice to get it right.

Part 3: Max & Sienna

Storm clouds gathered on the horizon, bringing with them the threat of rain. The night sky above the Potomac was never truly dark as city lights sparkled in the distance. A gusty wind rattled the windows, the occasional howling more suited to Halloween than February.

Inside the Georgetown apartment, a fire crackled in the fireplace, its red and orange glow warming the room. The low, soft sound of plaintive Blues music floated through the air, the sultry melody enhancing the intimacy of the scene.

Sienna Trinh was stretched out on the couch, her back resting on her husband’s lap while her head leaned against the couch arm. His legs were stretched out in front of him, socked feet propped on the Ottoman.

She scanned a journal article about RSV on her tablet and enjoyed how his fingers played with the edges of her hair. She didn’t think Max even noticed the absentminded gesture, engrossed as he was in his book.

As much as Sienna loved entertaining and going out on the town with Max, she cherished the quiet evenings they spent at home. Quiet companionship, content to be near each other even if they were doing their own thing.

Their relationship had grown long distance. It took living together for Sienna to realize how important physical touch was to them. Holding hands, arms wrapped around each other, foreheads touching, and his intoxicating kisses.

When she read the same sentence for the fifth time, Sienna knew her mind wasn’t on medicine. She set the tablet down and, as she had often done in the last few weeks, lifted her left hand to stare at the beautiful engagement ring and wedding band.

She peeked at Max’s right hand and the matching band she’d placed in an intimate wedding ceremony before Christmas. Once his cast came off the next week, she was looking forward to transferring it to his left ring finger, where it belonged.

There were times when she couldn’t believe it was real. And then she’d look at the symbols of their commitment to each other and know everything was as it should be.

Almost everything, she giggled. After all, their wedding night had been postponed because of his accident.

“Care to share the joke?” Max asked, marking his place with a bookmark before putting the book down on the end table.

“I really want to kiss you,” Sienna replied, a smile hovering on her lips.

“And that’s funny because…?” He quirked one eyebrow.

“I don’t want to stop at just a kiss. And, unfortunately, we can’t go further until you get the all-clear,” she explained.

She sat up, curled her legs under her and nestled against his side. Still smiling, she tilted her head back to meet his disgruntled gaze.

“That’s not a comedy,” he pouted. “It’s a frigging tragedy of Shakespearian proportions.”

Sienna burst into laughter at the peeved look on his face.

“I’m glad my predicament amuses you,” he muttered.

“You’re unbelievably cute when you’re grumpy,” she said, peppering kisses along his jaw.

The stubble tickled her lips. She blushed as she wondered how it would feel against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Cute, huh? Sure, let’s go with that,” he smirked, making it clear he knew exactly what was going through her brain. “Clearly, my cuteness makes you blush.”

Before Sienna could retort a comeback, his hand cupped her chin, closing the distance between them; his mouth stopped a breath away from hers.

His green eyes glinted with determination, and he teased her lips, tracing the seam with his tongue until she parted for him.

But he didn’t kiss her, content to tease and tantalize. The amusement on his face told Sienna it was on purpose.

“Just kiss me already,” she almost shouted in frustration.

Before she could get the words out, he was kissing her. His lips were hard and demanding, and Sienna’s passion matched his own. She locked her hands around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and held on as he deepened the embrace.

Before she lost herself in the romance of the moment, Sienna's last thought was that Max was an expert kisser. And he was all hers.

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[dynamisdancers]

watching dance moms miami for the first time

[sincerelyyellingback]

Rewatching Dance Moms Miami. Brigette is HORRIBLE

[annachum]

Some HCs I have of some other World Grand Prix racers :

. Raoul Carroulle ( the French race car ) loves singing, dancing, getting drunk often and is a huge LGBTQ suppirter

. Miguel Camino ( the Spanish race car ) is kinda like Camillo from Encanto but except even more sneaky. He loves flamenco dancing and basically sometimes loves a good gossip

. Also Raoul Carroulle and Miguel became boyfriends somewhere near the end of Cars 2 ( like, around when Miles Axelroid got arrested )

. My voice hc for Carla Veloso ( the Brazilian race car ) is Carmen Miranda. Anyway Carla is Fiesty, spirited, loves to party often, and is a Lightning x Sally shipper and a Carroulle x Camino shipper.

. Francesco's parents are both F1 racers. Mama Bernoulli retired sometime after her husband died, and became a racing trainer for Francesco

. Nigel Gearsley is the youngest of those World Grand Prix racers. My voice hc for Nigel is Tom Holland. Basically he is often chatty, loves Star Wars, and LOVES internet memes. And he is also a fan of Queen. Lightning and several other racers came to treat him like a little bro figure

. Shu Todoroki's wife, Kiyomi Yamaguchi, is a light pink Toyota car and famous geisha who performs mainly at a fancy Tokyo geisha dining theatre. By the time Cars 2 rolled around they already have a 3 year old daughter ( who is white and pink like her dad ) named Sakura. Srsly Shu x Kiyomi are kinda like a cars version of Moto x Moe from Kimono Mom in some ways.

. . Kiyomi Yamaguchi is sweet, elegant and ladylike, but definitely not to be trifled with. After her husband got injured in that Porta Corsa race, she flat out mobilized her and Shu's friends back in Japan to have a whole 10 thousand yen law suit on Axelroid over her husband's injuries. And she shows up there to defend her husband in that Miles trial

. Max Schnell ( the German car ) is from Berlin is more of a stoic type, yet he has a gentle soul ( he is more of a gentle giant type if you ask me ). Likes beer, poems, skiing and dancing. Also loves to hit the gymn often

. Lewis Hamilton ( another British car ) is often more collected, loves to DJ and is often seen meditating with some lo fi music on his headphones. He becomes a good friend to Nigel Gearsley

. Jeff Gorvette basically is a Miami surfer dude and is somewhat younger than Lightning. The two met before during the US national races and became good associates over time.

. Rip ( the Scandinavian car from New Rearandia, a ficitonal Nordic island country near Iceland ) is basically kinda like a mix of Kristoff and Hercules in some ways. That guy is basically a big hearted himbo who loves to sing and dance....and has a competitive Streak as well