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darlingshane · 11 months

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Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: You and Michael are just two good friends with a lot of chemistry that have sex on occasion, and today is one of those days he shows up at your apartment to benefit from that mutual agreement.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Friends with Benefits, Fluff, Crack, Pet Names.

Word Count: 1,4k

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Your boyfriend is here!” your roommate announces, knocking on the bathroom door as you step out of the shower.

“Boyfriend?” with a scoff, you wrap a towel around your soaked body before opening the door to see who she's referring to.

Poking your head out the hallway, you find Michael standing in the middle of the living room.

It strikes you as odd to see him this early and that your roommate called him your boyfriend, cause you and Michael are not currently dating, or ever will be, — but who knows, stranger things have happened. Right now, your relationship boils down simply to two good friends that have sex on occasion, with no bullshit or feelings in the mix. By keeping this uncomplicated, you avoid the upheaval of pain and regret you've felt in the past with other guys you've dated. This situation has been a good solution to ditch all those problems.

However, Michael's been coming and going so often that some people might view that as dating. It’s true, you two are really cute together, and have explosive chemistry that could blow up the roof. You would be lying if you said that you hadn’t thought about asking for more a couple of times, but for now this is all you need.

You and your roommate are not exactly best friends, or have known each other for long. So, you’ve never considered it important to explain the nature of the mutually beneficial relationship you have with Michael, and you’re not going to start today.

“Hi, welcome back!” his smile beams from across the room.

“Hey, what are you doing here so early?” you beckon him, and he follows you into your room.

“I thought you said to come pick you up at 3.”

“I didn't. I'm pretty sure I said 8. When have we ever hung out at 3? Nobody ever ha–” you’re cut off when Michael fishes his phone out of his pocket and shows your message on screen up to you to realize that you indeed typed 3 instead of 8. “Oh… I was jet-lagged when I wrote that. My bad, but I'm glad you're here anyway.”

“Yeah? You've missed me?” He tucks his phone back into his pocket.

“I haven't missed you missed you. But I've missed this face,” you hold his chin tightly in your fingers, leaning in to smooch his cheek.

Unable to fight a smile, his lips curve up beautifully as you let go of his face.

“How was your trip, sweetheart?” Michael takes a seat at the foot of your messy bed while you move to search through your opened, unpacked suitcase.

“Long. I hate flying. Here, I got this for you,” you toss a light-weighted, wrapped present at him.

“A gift for me?” He catches it in the air, tears the paper to find a novelty apron that has printed – kiss the cook – on the fabric with an arrow pointing down. “This is probably the worst gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“You’re welcome,” you say with a mocking shrug.

“C’mere, baby, I have a gift for you too.”

“You do? I didn’t see you bringing anything.”

“It’s right here,” his pointer finger taps on his lips twice, “you have to come get it, girl.”

Grinning, you sit on his lap sideways. As one of his arms curls around your waist to keep you secured, his opposite hand frames your jaw, guiding your face to capture your mouth. He offers three small kisses, and then he nibbles at your lower lip, sucks it lightly into his mouth and releases it, just how you always like it.

“That’s all you got?” you purr against the corner of his mouth.

“You’re always so greedy, sweetheart. You think you deserve more in exchange for that crappy apron?”

“Yeah, I fucking do. It's the thought that counts.”

“That so?” Scoffing, he presses a kiss on your neck before picking you up and settling you down on the mattress without breaking a sweat. Locking eyes with you, he hovers over your body as one of his hands untucks the corner of the towel that was keeping it in place over your breasts, and spreads the fabric to the side to uncover your body.

With a low hum, he presses another wet kiss on your lips before having his tongue trailing down your torso. He leaves a wet trail from your neck, across the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, around your navel. The tip of his tongue viciously stirs your arousal before reaching the crux between your legs.

“Hi, sweet thing, I’ve missed you so much,” he plants a few kisses all over your vulva when he reaches that spot.

“Are you talking to me or my pussy?” you prop yourself on your elbows as he stares up at you.

“Hm, both. But mostly your pussy. Is that okay?”

“Sure. She’s missed you too. Have at it,” you laugh softly and place your head back down as he buries his face between your thighs.

His eager tongue traces every fold and inch of your cunt, collecting your juices at his passing. You ball the sheets in your fists as he slowly, but surely, makes your whole body buzz with excitement in a few licks. Your nipples harden and your head spins as the plane of his tongue flattens against your folds.

“Hmm,” you pull your knees further apart, close your eyes, and slide your fingers in his hair. “Be gentle. Walls are paper thin, baby.”

“Let her hear you,” he laughs against your pussy before letting the tip of his tongue lap around your clit.

His arms curl around your thighs, as one of his hands massages your mound, the other marks its fingers at the curve of your hip.

The pressure of his tongue is absolutely delicious. It keeps teasing around your clit for a long moment before having his lips wrap around that sweet spot. Up until that point, it’s easy to keep your moans buried in your throat. When he starts sucking and licking and grunting oh so fiercely around your sensitive skin, devouring you like a wild animal that has been fasting for days, he forces those drawn groans past your lips.

Your taste, the wanton sounds that he earns out of you, and the way your body writhes is the cause for his cock to bulge out his jeans. It aches for a good fuck, and he can only press himself against the mattress to gain some friction. His tongue has great determination to make you come before shoving his dick inside you. It’s all Michael thinks about, just burying himself in your slicked walls and filling you with his cum. It fuels his unwavering passion.

Out of the blue, you get momentarily distracted when music starts blasting through the walls, and you bring your hands to cover your heated face, realizing your roommate is definitely hearing you. As embarrassing as it is, you use that as an opportunity to just let go and focus on how good it feels to have him between your legs.

After a moment, you place your hands back down, knotting your fingers back in his hair and pulling as hard as you can, unable to control yourself as he brings you closer and closer to the brink.

It doesn’t take him long to make you meet that sweet undoing that elevates you to a higher plane. He’s always had that ability. But today is special because one – you haven’t seen the other for two weeks; the longest you've gone without benefiting from the other. And two – the unexpected surprise of him showing up earlier gives you that extra edge of excitement that has your legs trembling with practice eased in this afternoon delight.

When all your muscles seize up, and you can’t stop squirming and cursing his name, he takes it up a notch until you come undone. As your mind swirls in that bubble of pure bliss, he stops altogether, but keeps his mouth close to press soft kisses against your sensitive skin while your breathing catches.

You let go of his hair and let your arms fall to the sides, watching a blurry vision of Michael crawling over your limp, tired body.

“How was that, sweetheart?”

“That was beautiful. You’re beautiful. Everything your tongue does is beautiful,” you reiterate with a dopey smile, cause you can’t come up with a different word at this moment.

Staring adorably at you, he caresses your sweaty face as you regain enough strength to lift your hand and swipe his lips with your thumb to clean your juices lingering all over his mouth. “You think you got more for me, baby?”

“For you? Always.”

#michael berzatto x reader #michael berzatto #the bear #the bear fanfiction #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #darlingwrites #smut #fluff

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gillyweedgrl · 4 months

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You should be watching Pit Babe! - A Brief Review

Saddens me to think how many people are missing out on a great show because they think it’s not worth more than a trash watch, if that.

I mean, realistically, is it the most amazing cinematic work of all time? No, not unless pretty-boy power bottoms with daddy issues are your thing, which in my case they are, so let's talk about Pit Babe!

Note: I've tried to keep the spoilers to a minimum, they're mainly in the tags and links so follow them at your own risk, you've been warned.

Honestly, Pit Babe is a pretty damn good show, especially if you A) pretend the Omegaverse factor doesn’t exist and take the show for what it is and B) you don't mind not knowing what's going on half the time, just sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.

Overall, Pit Babe has got a good production value, a slightly absurd yet entertaining plot, a great choice of cast with amazing chemistry and pretty decent acting skills amongst the mix of seasoned actors and newbies.

For a totally biased fair and balanced review: There are some details that are left vague instead of being explained in depth or at all (yet), but that’s to be expected when you adapt a novel into a movie or series. It would get boring for the audience if the pace was interrupted to explain all those little details that we’re likely to find out along the way anyways (shout out to those who've watched the latest episode; finally!).

There are also some scenes that feel like they’re not as necessary and some background/plot devices that made a little more sense in the novel but I personally don’t feel like they detract too much from my viewing experience.

Babe (played by Pavel) and Charlie (played by Pooh) as the main leads do a really good job at shouldering a large percentage of screen time. Charlie comes across as happy-go-lucky, a bit clumsy/goofy, entirely fearless and a little naive, which is mostly true, but there's clearly more to him than that. Right from the start Babe is clearly someone guarded, detirmined and skilled at what he does (racing cars and having sex) and he has a very tight cirlce of people he trusts. There's a winning combo right there, quite tsundere/sunshine from the outside but definitely more breath the surface that gets exploded as they go.

Way (played by Nut) is Babe's best friend and racing companion, they've been racing together at Team X-Hunter for years but there's clearly more than friendship on the mind for Way, though the feelings appear to be one sided.

Alan (played by Sailub) is the owner of Team X-Hunter and an all-round cool Uncle (which the whole team call's him (despite barely being in his mid 30's). He's kind but firm, he cares for his team like they’re his family and it does seem as though they’re his only family.

And the rest of the cast consists primarily of:

Team X-Hunter:

Dean (played by Lee); a junior racer with slight douche vibes

North and Sonic (played by Michael and TopTen); everyone’s babies, they’re junior racers and content creators

Jeff (played by Pon); the newest member of the team, he’s a part time mechanic and full time conspicuous

Pete (played by Ping); the money guy Alan brings on board to sponsor the team

Team Red Racing (the rival team):

Winner (played by Pop); the guy who never seems to win against Babe

Kim (played by Benz); the new racer they hired to beat Babe

Tony (played by S Vorarit); Red Racing's newest benefactor and *shock horror* Babe's former foster father (try saying that ten times fast)

Kenta (played by Garfield); Tony's right hand man

Then, there’s the 🌶🔥🤯

I, personally, enjoy a little spice/heat in my shows. It’s not necessary for every show, of course, but I do think that when it serves a purpose to the story and it’s done well then it can be quite enjoyable and this cast/production team is doing it really well.

As I said, the chemistry between the cast really is amazing (both on and off the screen, if you're interested in that kind of thing) and although the spicy scenes aren’t nearly as abundant as they are in the novel, there are some really good ones. I decided to bite the bullet and binge read the novel over the past couple of weeks, I blame @pharawee’s breakdown posts for those sleepless nights, and it was worth it for me but not necessary for watching the series.

Lastly (as if this post isn't long winded enough as it is) there are a handful of things in this series that we don't see too often in BL's and make it worth watching even more:

It's got race cars, murder attempts, mafia influence and supernatural powers (at least half the characters have one).

There's no evil ex-lover out to get revenge or get back together with one of the mains (thank the BL gods).

It's got a Soft Top/Dominant Bottom dynamic where the title character is both super masc and a pretty princess.

And we can't forget, it is technically an Omegaverse series (or rather, it's Omegaverse-lite) which none of us saw coming!

Anywho, to conclude; yes, you should be watching Pit Babe. No, you don't have to read the novel to understand what's going on because none of us understand what the hell is going on at any given time. Charlie and Babe are fucking around and finding out, the rest of us are just long for the ride, Alan and Jeff are having a whole ass rom-com-drama in the corner, the babies are making their content and having a blast and the others aren't quite on the map yet (or are they? *wink, wink*), but I sure hope they will be soon!

If you made it this far, thank you and are you okay? Do you need to have your brain checked?

#pit babe #pit babe the series #pit babe meta #watch pit babe #please #do it for my mental health #hell do it for your mental health #charlie x babe #babe x charlie #alan x jeff #pete x way #north x sonic #kenta x kim #winner x dean #this took way too long #but I kinda loved it #seriously. if you read all of that you're a legend #that was a lot. even for me

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misc-obeyme · 1 year

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Lesson 12 was mostly fluff and I am in my feelings about it, but there were also some interesting things I think.

Spoilers below!

Nightbringer sure had a lot to say in the first section, huh?

This part was especially interesting to me because he says he’s a demon & that MC finds it hard to trust him because of that.

But we are talking about MC here… I kind of think they’d be the last person to not trust someone just because they’re a demon. So either Nightbringer is trying to make himself sound like a demon when he’s not or he genuinely doesn’t know much about MC.

Yo man we don’t trust you because you randomly sent us back in time and won’t tell us who you really are.

Anyway, I’m still suspecting Michael or Barbatos but I guess we’ll see.

Also this:

Sounds a lot like what Solomon was saying. I know there’s a theory about him being Lilith’s lover and while I dunno if that’s the case it DOES make sense for Lilith to have interacted with Solomon when she was in the human world. She probably knew who he was what with Michael giving him the Ring of Wisdom and all that. Unless they’re retconning that part I dunno.

Also interesting:

This is from a different lesson but I was scrolling through my screenshots and… who is Levi talking about? Not Lilith so who is HE? Michael?

I dunno I just feel like there’s more & more that’s pointing to Michael as Nightbringer.

However the best part of this entire lesson was absolutely the fluff.

When Levi was crying oh my heart. Satan telling us stories. Asmo painting our nails. Lucifer running his hand through our hair… listen this is the fluffy content I am here for!

Of course Mammon too:

And of course the twins. Belphie even apologizing?? Well I forgive him anyway. My MC probably has mixed feelings about it lol.

I enjoyed this lesson a lot, but the next one better have more Barbatos and/or Thirteen.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lesson 12 #obey me screenshots #obey me brothers #obey me mc #misc rambles #spoilers

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ingravinoveritas · 9 months

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hi again! you might already know about this, but i really felt like bringing it up to you!

turns out michael's mom is pretty active on twitter and these past few days she's been engaging nonstop with tweets talking about aziracrow being in love. she's definitelymichael's #1 fan, but i couldn't help noticing the amount of not-about-characters stuff she seems to engage with too. Among tweets talking about Aziraphale's loving stare, queer fans making our usual queer jokes and remarks about them, michael reading fanfiction, miles maitland gifs, there's a good amount of... this. She surely has liked random stuff among the 14.6k rts/likes she has, so i'm attatching some examples of what she's been liking and rting because-- what the hell (i even spotted one of your tweets in the mix!) she even liked a tweet calling AL and GT innefable wives ??

my first thought was how embarrased i'd personally be if my mom was seeing comments online about me and my best buddy being madly in love, let alone engaging with them, but after it settled i'm just... in awe that this probably +70 y/o woman is being this supportive over social media 😭 so heart warming (btw i'm sorry for randomly popping up into your questions twice today- i have literally made this account after finding yours, feeling a bit less alone in the world)

(Grouping these two Asks together since they are related.) Ask #1: Hi there! No need at all to apologize for being in my inbox twice in same day. I'm so glad that my blog has been helpful and meaningful to you, and that you felt compelled to write in as a result. Welcome aboard!

So, Mama Sheen. She's been doing this for years--at least since 2019, when I first started following Michael on Twitter--but I will tell you my slightly crackpot theory, which is that for a while back in the day, I thought that maybe her account was actually Michael's secret alt account. (What better place to hide than in plain sight, after all...). I'm not so sure about that now, of course, but it's been really interesting to see her retweeting so much shippy stuff involving Michael and David, and as both you and @tamose pointed out, she especially seems to have ramped it up since GO 2 came out.

I also wanted to touch on you describing Mama Sheen as Michael's #1 fan, because although I wholeheartedly agree, it's a curious thing to me that we can more easily see her as Michael's number one fan than his own girlfriend. It's Mama Sheen--not AL--who has been retweeting all of this, who's been cheering him on, engaging with fan content, and retweeting all things Ineffable Husbands/GO 2. I've written on my blog previously about how I've never really seen AL be supportive of him (and how she spent much of 2020 and 2021 making fun of his appearance/fat-shaming him), as well as how she is not at all part of that polyamorous/throuple dynamic with Michael, David, and Georgia. And while I know the lack of engagement and carefully calculated interactions/posts could be chalked up to her not being able to promote the show due to the SAG strike, that doesn't really excuse her tepid support of Michael himself.

(Also, don't even get me started on the cringeyness of Georgia and AL as Ineffable Wives, not to mention how insulting it is to David and Michael personally and to their work as professionals to suggest that they are replaceable/that Georgia and AL (or anyone else) could play Aziraphale and Crowley and give us the same dynamic and chemistry we saw on screen...)

But yes, going back to Mama Sheen, I have long thought that she seems to ship Michael and David, and how sweet and heartwarming it would be if Michael brought David over for tea or dinner--especially because his own mother passed away several years ago--and no doubt Mama Sheen would dote on him and make sure he's fed and happy. It's especially interesting to contemplate when we see this picture from the Bright Young Things UK premiere in 2003, which almost looks like Mama (and Papa) Sheen posing with Michael and his kilt-wearing Scottish boyfriend:

Beautiful. Well, it's certainly something delightful to think about, at any rate. Whatever the case may be, I fully agree that it is lovely to see Michael's mom being so supportive and accepting of her son, particularly in the midst of such a hostile, anti-LGBTQ climate in the UK. We love you, Mama Sheen! ❤️

#armangelus #tamose #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #mama sheen #also seeing one of my tweets pop up in a fandom context will never not be amusing to me #first my thread about fanfic going viral in 2019 #then Neil flirting with me two years ago #i don't even know anymore #tell me again that they're not a couple #Mama always knows #ineffable lovers #discourse

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beetlebug-bii · 11 months

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can you maybe also do Mammon with nightmares Bug?

Authors Note: absolutely starling! I hope you're ready for more silly writing!

Content Warnings: Cussing, Mammon Mammoning

Requests Open!

Mammon's Nightmares

TLDR: Mammon has trauma and needs a hug my friends but also he is the most crackhead brother and I love him

Mammon's nightmares are...

Honestly probably some of the sadder ones

While Lucifer dreams of dozens of different terrible things, Mammon's nightmares all concentrate in one place

And that's you and his brothers

Yeah he feels guilty about Lilith, he misses the little shit every day

And yeah, he also is scared of Michael and father but...

The thing that really digs at him is the idea of his brothers and you actually just...hating him

Like yeah they all say it

But only half of him believes it's true!

He and his brothers used to be so close...

He and Lucifer were practically inseparable, he and Levi were best gaming buds, he was always there to help Asmo, he practically helped raise Satan and the triplets...

And then there's you and oh my stars does he just adore you

From your personality to your looks to that starry gaze you hold just for him he just cannot get enough

Usually, he sleeps fine, you are always there to reassure him and he typically dreams of his marriage with you, Goldie, and his baby coins with little faces which by technicality could totally be nightmares

(note, mammon needs to stop thinking of money as people in his dreams, it's really starting to freak him out-)

But on the nights you aren't there well...

The two of you sleeping in the same bed happened long before you two were actually together

You were awoken on countless nights by the creek of the door and nervous footsteps before he found his way under the covers

You would ask him what was wrong and he would remain silent, tracing the lines of your hands with his fingers

After a while, he would ask if you thought he was stupid, worthless, or any number of other absolutely heartbreaking things that clearly came from a bad dream...

Eventually, he just couldn't seem to get a wink of sleep without you. Like he would be absolutely vibing with his hot girl racecar bed (its secret, its in his closet, shhh don't tell anyone)

And then he would fall asleep and have the most mind shattering nightmare

Like bro get ur ass in his racecar bed okay?

Like you're his emotional support human what are you doing slacking off

"oh I'm sleeping in my own bed"

Uh, no, he doesn't want to hear it.

If you're in your bed, so is he

Watch yourself

He's YOUR parasite

Smh

Still though nowadays in your relationship when he has a nightmare he is honestly a mix between heartbroken and absolutely OFFENDED

LIKE HOE

WHEN HE SAID

"I cant get a good nights sleep without ya, you're like...my home and you make me feel safe...or whatever..."

HE MEANT THAT SHIT

MOVE YOUR ASS HE IS GETTING IN BED

YOU TWO ARE CUDDLING NOW IT IS

M A N D A T O R Y

ARE YOU COMFY

wait no seriously are you comfy he has to know

Do you need a snack or some water-

Yeah he may have been the one with the nightmare, but you are his precious human and he needs to make sure you're okay

So the two of you cuddle and chat, cracking jokes, every so often you mention things like wanting to marry him just to watch him stutter and fumble

Both of you are so cozy too

you might be in your bed, you might be in the racecar pretending to run from the cops

you might be in the racecar actually running from the cops MAMMON WHY CAN YOU DRIVE YOUR BED

Regardless Mammon feels safe with you and you never manage to fail at making him feel better

Like its gotta be a skill at this point

"I love ya Mc" he would tiredly yawn in your ear, part of him wanting to just put his tongue in there out of spite

he doesn't though

You're having a moment

You whisper it back

You shove your tongue in his ear

he screams.

Fucker.

Romance💕

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me mammoney

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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Baking with the slashes except you can’t cook and it’s utter chaos😼

(specifically OG Michael Myers because that man has no patience and stinky wall man because I’m a sad simp)

BAKING CHAOS

☆STARRING☆

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE aka stinky wall gremlin

MICHAEL AUDREY MYERS aka unhinged stabby bastard

CONTENT :

Tw: none. Well- there's Michael so you never know.

A/N: it's me, I'm the idiot who bakes without being capable of even warm up leftovers. And you have managed to pick the two worst people to help someone in the kitchen. I LOVE IT. mostly because I get to mcbully Michael. Anyhow thanks for the request^^ I hope you enjoy it!!

MICHAEL MYERS:

You know damn right that everything you bake or cook is most likely not even edible

To put it in a nice way.. your cooking skills are FOUL. JAIL TO YOU AND THE ATROCITIES YOU COOK

but, you wanted to do something nice for Michael

He has been so lovely lately and you're getting along pretty fine these days

The fact that this is how you choose to repay him is just straight up cruel

Since you have noticed he has a sweet tooth you thought it would actually be a really funny and bonding experience to bake something together

Y/n…really what the fuck

This man eats DOGS. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT BAKING

nonetheless you convinced Michael into helping you promising that what you were making it was going going be all for him

Little does Audrey (yes I now like to call him by his middle name) knows that he shouldn't want to even touch anything that you made

"Look Michael, it's easy!! We just need to follow the recipe and in no time you'll have your cake"

Don't you feel… silly? Don't you feel a…little ashamed?

Michael didn't say no to you just because you seemed so happy to spend time with him that it made his heart swell a little bit

He actually enjoyed doing things together, he felt less uncomfortable when having something to do that shows he cares instead of having to say it or to give physical affection

In all honesty, you both were starting pretty good.

He was in charge of mixing and you only had to measure things and add them to the bowl.

Your mistake was thinking you were able to get the amounts right without proper measuring utensils

Michael was watching you a little bit confused about what you were doing.

In his defence he has tried to stop you but you just did what you wanted which ended up in him getting frustrated

Which also leaded to him holding both of your wrist and shaking them so hard you had to drop everything you were holdings

He really said "You're baking rights have been removed"

Problem is that Michael should get his baking rights removed too. Not only the baking ones but in generale he shouldn't be allowed to have rights cause he abuses the shit out of them

He started to add too many things and then when the batter started to look weird he got angry

Clue the death glares he is sending you

"Wha- DON'T FUCKIN TRY TO PUT THE BLAME ON ME OR I WILL FIGHT YOU"

Spent the next 30 minutes arguing. Well you were arguing he was just staring at you and occasionally he would make a frustrated gesture to let you know you're guilty of ruining his cake

You two manage to finish and when it comes out of the oven i-

It shouldn't be illegal. It looks like it's about to wake up and start being a menace for the human species

Michael was at his limit with all of this so he just points to the cake and then you

"I- I'M NOT EATING THAT. YOU DO. YOU'RE THE ONE EATING ALWAYS GARBAGE."

Mind that, you're the one cooking for him lately. The garbage is YOUR handmade garbage

Michael is now offended.

HE TOLD YOU ONCE (1) ABOUT THE DOG THING AND NOW YOU'RE BRINGING IT UP ALL THE TIME

he does feel bad tho cause deep inside he knows it's his fault too

Using that feeling and the "I've eaten worse so what could ever happen" he takes a few bites

One more bite, ONE, and you could call yourself the one who killed the shape of haddonfield

Man is fighting against God to stay alive after putting that in his mouth

"Michael!! Stop it, you're going to get sick!!"

He tried to eat another piece cause he really reaaally wanted some cake even if it was this disgusting offensive thing

Moral of the story

You have to buy sweets for Michael, when he will get better after eating your attempt of murder

And YOU should not be allowed in the kitchen.

Y/N just…stick to simple meals please, we can't afford another dead slasher here.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE:

You're going to traumatise him

He already absolutely forbidden you to cook any type of meals that were not as simple as cutting up things or warming them up

The first day as his nanny you made the most atrocious and disgusting dinner he has ever had

Like it was just plain offensive.

Taking advantage of the whole ghost thing he wrote on the rules "pretty y/n should never cook"

He put pretty in it, at least he tried to be nice

How mad he was that he got caught by you because he was hungry and was trying to make something for you and for him

Now fast forward to present day

You were bored out of your mind. Brahms didn't help much cause he was really caught up in a new book you have bought him

So what best way to spend the evening if not proving your stinky boyfriend wrong about your cooking skills

You had saved a lot of recipes you wanted to try cause they were simple enough for you to follow

"Brahms, would you like some biscuits?"

He didn't waste any time nodding vigorously. Who wouldn't want biscuits?

"But I thought we run out of biscuits yesterday" "that's why we will do our own biscuits:D"

He got up, grabbed the rules and put them in front of your face, pointing to the no cooking rule. "You're not allowed."

I- HOW DARE HIM

After numerous tantrums and pleads to spare him from eating whatever you were trying to make he accepted to help you only on one condition

You would have to eat them first and if he finds out by your reaction their bad he's giving them to Malcolm and never letting you do it again

So now you're both gathering all the ingredients for some vanilla biscuits

You were really confident about this whole thing as you started to add things into a bowl

Brahms was confident that you would end up food poisoning yourself and he would have to find another nanny

"Pretty y/n I don't think you should put that much vanilla extract" "y/n darling I think that's too much baking powder"

After the 15th time correcting you he just stopped being nice and chose violence

"They're going to be disgusting and I'm not eating them. YOU'RE PUTTING TOO MUCH BUTTER FOR FUCK'S SAKE"

Needless to say he got humbled very quickly by being reminded the only cooking skill he had was being able to cut in triangles a pb&j sandwich

Because of that you had to take a break to comfort a butthurted brahms

Even with all of this you then kept preparing the biscuits.

You both were acting like gremlins without any coordination or knowledge of anything whatsoever

In the end you were both just adding shit for the sake of doing it

He was actually getting worried about you eating that cause as time went by he was less and less sure that monstrosity was edible

When the biscuits were done they looked…fine?

Like they were ugly as fuck but they didn't seem that bad

"Y/n…you don't have to, you know that right?? I don't want you to be sick"

Now you say it? DO I REALLY KNOW IT BRAHMS?

you eat one out of spite because you wanted to prove brahms wrong

And HE WAS WRONG. they were super sweet but other than that best biscuits ever

You could've cried. Deep down you were worried of having to eat whatever you would end up doing

"I don't believe you, you're surely trying to trick me"

God, one day he's going to catch this hands

"Alright I guess no biscuits for you then"

What- you're trying to deprive HIM of biscuits? Not today Satan

Listen…I always thought brahms would be one that even if it's hard he would admit when he's wrong and eventually say sorry

This time tho…this hurts more than any other time.

He SWEARS it was just luck that they turned good

Which is right but HE DIDN'T HAVE TO KNOW

you just kept telling him that you knew what you were doing and that he was just being rude having so little faith in you

I think I don't really have to explain what happens when he ends up believing you and asking you for the same exact biscuits again.

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team-mavericks · 7 months

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Spin the Bottle (A Makoto Chapter)

October 30th, the day before Halloween. The Mavericks were hired to perform as a band at a house party. Despite the party clearly being a costume party, the Mavs couldn’t quite settle on a theme so they just settled on wearing their biker gear and took their helmets off for the performance. Well, except for Gatz. He thought brand recognition would benefit them later, and he can DJ with it on when they finish actually performing. They did their set, watchers and performers had a blast, and now they get to party to their hearts content.

Gil promptly left when they finished, saying he was too old for these kind of events. He took Sofia with him to ride share back to base. Being her first time seeing her new family perform, she had stars in her eyes all the way home. Tamako made herself at home at a table, challenging everyone and anyone to an arm wrestling match. She hasn’t lost a single time in the last hour and a half. Haku’s gentle soul overtook mixing drinks and lending an ear to anyone willing to open up about their problems. Michael went upstairs and hasn’t come down. Rin, initially wanting to have a drink off with Jet, quickly found himself playing security against aggressive drunks. He was more than happy to be aggressive back. Gatz took his role as DJ, Jet and Morgan were being social butterflies, and then there was Makoto.

Makoto loved performing, sure, but this kind of party environment wasn’t exactly her cup of coffee. Many people tried to approach her, many of which were flirtatious. She kept moving to different spots, areas that were less crowded, avoiding conversations when she could while drinking apple juice out of her red solo cup. She made it a point to always be within Gatz’s view, trusting that the reason he actually brought the helmet was so no one could see who he was watching. If anyone can spot a potential threat, it would be him. Every now and then, she would see Jet do his thing. Telling jokes, slapping people’s backs, laughing, smiling, enjoying life. Seeing him have such a good time always brought a pleased smile to her face, conveniently convincing all onlookers that she was still having a good time. He looked so beautiful to her. The night was a success. But she still looks forward to the ride home. She wasn’t sure how much longer they planned to stay there, but the night took a surprising turn when Morgan decided to target her introverted best friend.

“Makoto!” Morgan shouted as she surprise hugged a zoned out Makoto, who yelped and almost dropped her cup. “I see you’re having the time of your life here in this corner!”

“Geez, Morgan! You shouldn’t startle me like that!” She said with an embarrassed smile. “Quite the turn out, huh? You think we did that?”

“Girl, you bet! It’s somethin’ else! I keep catching conversations about how they want us to be a regular band! I think your singing even stirred up some unstable relationships. Men, women, any and all, they can’t tell if they love you or if they are IN love with you- it’s nuts!” Morgan was doing her best to sing Makoto’s praises, but truth be told it only made her feel a bit more awkward.

“We really have that affect on people? Color me surprised! Ha ha…” She tried her best to deflect the attention being on her. “So uh, what brings you to my corner, as it were?”

Morgan gave a thumbs up behind her to the stairs. “I wanna drag you around so I can keep an eye on you, party animal!” Morgan then swiftly grabbed Makoto’s hand so she couldn’t escape. “C’mon! It’ll be a hoot!”

Before Makoto could even object, Morgan started dragging her off. This time Makoto actually dropped her cup. She looked back at the spill from the bottom of the stairs to see someone already slip on it. Gatz called “Party foul!” On the mic, and she could just barely hear Rin call out “DUMBASS!” over the crowd.

It was a little less noisy at the top of the stairs, Makoto was happy about that at least. But she still had to question what’s happening.

“Where are you taking me, exactly?” Makoto asked, barely keeping up with Morgan’s lead.

Morgan stopped at a closed door, her hand on the handle as she looked to Makoto with a smile. “To every school girl’s favorite party game…” She said before opening door. Makoto’s eyes widened in fear as she sees a bunch of strangers and Michael sitting in a circle. A bottle was placed in the center. This is… “Spin the bottle!!”

A soft “Oh no” escaped Makoto’s lips. She forgot. Morgan is drinking too. She was led to a trap.

“Look alive, nerds! Look who I brought!” Morgan tightened her grip and this time quite literally dragged Makoto inside as everyone gave a cheer to see the lead singer grace them with her presence. Except Michael, who scoffed.

“M-Morgan, I-I really don’t want to-“ Makoto stammered, but Morgan quickly shifted her hand holding into a one armed shoulder hug.

“Heyyy, relaxxx, it’s me! I’d never subject you to something you don’t wanna do! I just figured you could use a quieter space to chill in. Besides, I like having you around, bestie!” Morgan smiled wide. Her breath still definitely smelled like alcohol. Makoto shifted her eyes from Morgan to the group. The group looks like they want her to sit in. But Morgan chimed in once more. “You don’t have to play, I promise.”

Makoto sighed. “So long as you promise.” She tried her best to bring back a smile. At least Morgan brought her to a less chaotic room.

“ATTA GIRL!” Morgan shook Makoto a little before closing the door behind them and led Makoto to an empty chair outside the circle. Morgan sat beside her and started pointing and explaining as the group resumed playing. She timed it so what she was saying was actually happening. “So check it out, it’s low risk. The designated spinner rotates to the right. They spin the bottle and whoever it lands on-“ it stops on some guy in a Dragonite Onsie. They promptly stood up. “They stand and state their sexuality.”

“I’m bi.” The man said. Then people started shifting. Michael scooted back.

Morgan resumed instructions. “Then anyone who doesn’t meet the criteria, or anyone who doesn’t want to kiss them, removes themselves from the circle. Then the spinner spins again-“, the bottle spun and landed on another man in a Zu-BatMan costume. “And that’s their potential kiss! But there’s one final check!”

“Haha, sorry bro, Zu-BatMan is mid. Pass!” The Dragonite man said before the group burst into laughter. Michael even chimed in with a “Smartest thing said in this room!”

“Consent.” Morgan said with a softer smile now, hoping Makoto understands now. “Totally up to you, but you could sit in, join the playful banter, and you can always say no. No serious flirts, no one invading your space, and no negative consequences. Or you could stay right here and relax.”

Makoto just blinked for a moment. The group did seem to be having a relaxing time with this. “I… I guess staying here isn’t that bad.”

Morgan patted Makoto’s lap. “See? There we go!” She knew Makoto wasn’t about to jump in the circle. She just wanted to make her feel included. “You should have seen the look on Michael’s face when he finally got the first spin, and then I scooted back.”

The group laughed a little at Michael’s expense. He gave a sarcastic laugh and took a swig out of a bottle. This was enough to make Makoto laugh for real this time. Morgan then reached for her bottle on the floor that was actually not there.

“Huh? Where’s my bottle?” Morgan asked before Michael gave a satisfied sigh after he drank.

“I know it’s for different reasons,” he said with a sly smile. “But you really shouldn’t leave your drink unattended.”

“Ew! That has my backwash in it! Asshole!” Morgan exclaimed, the group now laughing at her. Morgan turned to Makoto once more. “I gotta go get another one, I’m not drinking after that creep. You want anything?”

Makoto, now feeling significantly less tense, finger-gunned at Morgan. “Juice me up, bestie.”

Morgan finger-gunned back with a click of her tongue and a wink and then left the room. Makoto sat and enjoyed the vibe of the room for a few sessions. This is loads better than being downstairs.

Morgan returned, but empty handed. She went straight to Makoto and grabbed her shoulder. “Makoto! Do you trust me?”

“Wh-huh?” Makoto is stunned. “What do you-“

“Do you trust me?” Morgan asked, more pleadingly. Makoto raised a confused brow.

“Y-…yes…?”

“Good! Then get in the circle!” Morgan started shoving Makoto to get up from the chair in quite the hurry.

“What!? But you said-“ Makoto is starting to panic.

“Trust me!” She said, followed by a softer more hushed “Trust.”

Makoto is scared, but she doesn’t know why Morgan would be doing this. She swallowed her nerves and moved to the circle. Everyone that was outside of the circle instantly scooted back in, excited for the chance to kiss Makoto. She’s starting to lock up. Morgan then went back to the door and held the handle.

“Attention everyone!” Morgan called out. “We have a special round in the mix! Someone lost a bet, and now they have to join in with double the stakes! He’s been single for a while, so it’s time to put him back out there! Give a big hardy welcome for the Leader of Team Mavericks-“ it was now that Makoto caught on and she felt her blood get cold. “Jeeeeeet WILLINGHAAAAAM!”

Morgan swiftly opened the door and revealed Jet standing awkwardly at the doorway. The group cheered for the drummer, Michael NOPED the fuck out of the circle, and Makoto… why, Makoto really wishes she was home right now. Jet makes eye contact with Makoto and smiles. Makoto just awkwardly raises her hand as a wave. Jet turns his attention to the group.

"Eyyyy, what's up gang? Y'all having yourself a good time? Everyone rejecting Michael?" Jet came out the gate swinging with energy. Michael only offered a middle finger in response.

"I wish. Some girls have no taste." Morgan chipped in, earning a second middle finger from Michael. Morgan then pulled Jet into the room and presented him. "This pansexual is getting blindfolded and shoved in the closet. He submitted to the condition that he cannot turn someone down, so there's no point in him knowing who it is. Whoever it lands on gets a 60 second private make out session. Show him that he needs to get back out there!"

This is Makoto's worst nightmare. She might have to watch someone go in the closet after him. But on the other hand, that person could be her. She's conflicted, and she doesn't know what to do.

Morgan pulled a rag out of her pocket and blindfolded her cousin before pushing him to the closet. "Prepare yourselves, cuz this is what parties are all about!"

"Good luck, everyone!" Jet said, facing the wrong way and waving before Morgan slammed the door on him. Only a few people scooted out of the circle.

Morgan then came back to the circle, staying standing. Everyone hushed in excitement. "Makoto. I believe it's your turn to spin."

"M-Me??" She stands corrected. NOW it's her worst nightmare. She could now be the one sending someone to him. She is on the verge of a panic attack. Everyone looks at her expectedly. She is petrified. But now she realizes that even if she backs out, someone still goes. She's mastered the art of rigging things like this. Why does it suddenly seem so foreign? She takes a deep breath. Her hand shakes as she reaches for the bottle. She wants to give it a medium spin, but in her panic spins it too fast. What has she done...?

Makoto tightly closed her eyes and begged for a miracle. She listens to it spin on the floor. Each clinging sound on the wooden floor flashes a memory in her mind. Every smile he showed her. Every sunset they shared. Every ride, every mission, every hug, every song, every dance. What was it all for if this is how it ends?

Suddenly the sound stopped. The memories no longer flooded in. Something was off. She knows she spun it harder than that spin lasted.

She opens her eyes slowly to see... Morgan's foot in the place of the bottle. She looks up and sees Morgan in a confident pose pointing the bottle straight at her. Pretending it was a gun, she whispered. "Bang."

The whole group then realized there was a secret romance in the band that was being acted on. And they ate that shit UP. Everyone started freaking out, of course except for Michael who held up Morgan's bottle and winked. He was in on it? Morgan and Michael planned this? She could cry right now from the relief alone. As everyone was still making noise, Morgan made the thumbs up that started this whole mess towards the door and said, "Go get em, girl."

Makoto felt her spirit raise her up and she went to the door in a hurry. With her hand on the handle, she looked back at Morgan with a smile. She wanted to say thank you in the most sarcastic way possible. With a sly smirk and a middle finger of her own. She opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind her.

Here they are. Alone. And with a mission. She takes a moment to look at him. He can't see her. He's doing a half smile of his own. She takes a deep breath and takes the steps to close the gap in this surprisingly open closet. Rich people problems. This is fine, right? She can kiss him, and then finally have the courage to reveal her honest and true feelings without misinterpretation. She put her hand on his chest and started to raise herself up on her toes. Their lips were almost touching when she was hit with another realization.

He can't see her.

He... Was okay with this. It could have been anyone. He didn't know it was planned to be her. He doesn't know. How? How could he just waltz into this? Why?

Jet's half smile went away for a second. "Hm?" And then came a full smile. "You know, I think your 60 seconds already started."

Makoto's heart instantly shattered. Her eyes widened and she pushed him back. She quickly turned around and burst out of the closet, nearly breaking the door down. Everyone froze and looked at her. Makoto's ears rang, everything is getting blurry, and her body was shaking. Morgan came at Makoto with a "Hey! What's wrong!?" But she couldn't make it out. She then realized why she can't see that well. She blinked, and the tears in her eyes rolled out.

Makoto shoved Morgan out of the way, leaving the room in a hurry. She looks at the stairs. The music and people sounded muffled to her. Everyone will see her. She turns and runs the other way, down the hall. She opens the master bedroom. There's a balcony. She opens it and rushes to the edge. The only thing directly below her was a swimming pool. Makoto can't swim. And the yard surrounding the pool was filled with more party goers. While they don’t see her now, they would if she jumped. She paces back and forth frantically, her hands grasping at her own face as she panics not knowing what to do. She's hyperventilating. Is her only means of escape from this nightmare to drown? She looks back at the door she came through. Someone is pointing at her and talking to someone around the corner. Makoto takes a deep breath and jumps up to the railing and jumps at the wall, grabbing the roof and pulling herself up. There's no safe way down. There's no escape. The only thing she can do is wait until everyone leaves her alone. She buckles down to her knees and tries her best to silence her cries.

She can hear the footsteps approach the balcony. A bunch of voices she doesn't recognize, interrupted by one she did. Morgan. She could hear her tell everyone "Hey, privacy please! Go on! Go go go." For a brief moment there was silence. And then she could hear the footsteps on the balcony. A slight creak of metal. They are leaning on the railing. She knows they can see her.

"Morgan... Please... Don't make me go back in there..." Makoto begged, not looking over. She waits for something to be said, but it never came. "I just... I wanna go home..."

When nothing was said again, she realized she was expected to just let out what was bothering her. No interruptions, no arguments. They've done this before, but never to this level of severity. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She pulls one out and tries to light it up, but it's not igniting. Just another thing to go wrong. In a moment of frustration, she angrily grabbed the cigarette back from her mouth and threw it along with the lighter off the roof.

"I don't get it!" She let out. "Why did this have to happen?? He saw me in there, sitting in the circle. He probably thinks I'm as bad as Michael- MICHAEL, MORGAN. Michael barely has any standards, and now Jet probably thinks I was there to suck face with strangers just like him! And Jet, he... He...!" With another anguished grunt, she curled into her ball even tighter, tears running down with no restraint. She takes a moment to let it out, trying her best to stay on a level that can communicate her thoughts.

"Please understand I’m not mad at you… But how can I even look him in the eyes after this...? After everything we've been through, all the trust we built, and I couldn't do it... He didn't even know it was me..." That last statement was more softer and sadder than the rest. It was the part that bothered her the most. She wishes this was all one big horrible dream. She wants to wake up in her own bed, drink her morning coffee, and see him one more time in a good light.

Suddenly something soft hit her shoulder. She looks over at it. It was a piece of fabric. To dry her tears no doubt. She took it and began wiping her eyes. Finally, a reply came.

"But I did know it was you." That wasn't Morgan.

Makoto looked over in another shock, her body jumped in fear of him now. His eyes were softly looking at her, his expression of one wanting to help but not knowing what to do.

"JET!?" She's on the edge again. She can't run away, there's no where to go but through him. But wait... What did he say? "W-what are you- w-what do you mean?"

Jet looked out to the horizon, not wanting to see her cry. "When Morgan told me it was time to pay off my debt, I was expecting a prank of some kind. Something of the photo evidence variety. I was half expecting an ugly mannequin or something. I wanted to be slick and scan the room for some kind of hint. And then I saw you."

Makoto's shattered heart began to shift, wanting to go back to it's original form again. "Is... Is that when you knew...?"

Jet shook his head. "No. No, I was distracted by you. I was wondering where you went and was happy to have found you. I felt relief that you were in decent company. I didn't care if you were playing. It's just a dumb game. It's not like it's matchmaking or anything. Kissing was just the name of the game. And while games are fun, a real kiss has a purpose. A meaning. I know the difference between the two."

Makoto starts to relax her body a bit. "So then... When did you know it was me?"

Jet rolled his head a little. "I was able to tell you weren't just a fan of the band by the way you entered. I was still accepting my fate with a dummy. But then I caught a whiff of your hair. I recognized the smell of your shampoo. It's a scent I enjoy a lot. As soon as I realized it was you, I figured Morgan was cutting me a break. Giving me someone I can trust so we can wave the agreement away, and I wouldn't have to wait in anticipation of an unexpected favor. And I was happy. I was happy it was you, and no one or nothing else."

Makoto's heart began to take shape again. She wiped her eyes again, this time noticing that this was the blindfold. A soft smile comes. "Heh. Is that right...? Looks like you got a different kind of dummy..."

Jet chuckled, a smile coming to his face too, feeling like he's doing good at repairing what happened back there.

"I wouldn't use that word to describe you... Makoto, do you mind if I come up and join you?" He asked. Turning to see her again.

Makoto nodded, gently patting the spot beside her. And with her consent, he jumped up and pulled himself over, rolling on his side until he was beside her where he sat up. As if on cue, the song playing from downstairs changed.

"You know..." Jet spoke with tenderness and his head slightly turned towards her. "I knew what we had was special."

"Jet..." Makoto's heart took full shape. She's starting to gain hope. Is this it? Is this the moment?

"For you to run off like that... It scared me too.” He continued. Makoto's heart is starting to glow. "The way I feel for you. The way you feel for me. It’s the same, right? You really..."

Say it, Jet. Say it.

He turned to her completely with a smile.

"You really couldn’t stand the idea of betraying me, could you?"

Well, the glow of her heart stopped, but miraculously became fully healed. There's the dumbass she fell in love with.

Makoto started laughing, with a genuine smile now. She playfully punched his shoulder. "You can read me like a book, can you? You jerk~"

Jet laughed with her, rubbing the shoulder she just punched. They laughed off all the tension that was left between them.

"You know. I could really use a solid." Jet added.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Makoto said leaning into him a bit.

"A Willingham bet doesn't just get forgotten. Morgan's probably still gonna make me kiss someone. I'd rather it be someone I trust. With my whole heart." He said it so casually, and yet…

Makoto blushed, looking at Jet as if he just proposed to her. "Y-you..."

Jet gently took the blindfold from Makoto's hand and put it back on himself. He spoke in a playful tone.

"Oh man, I can't see a thing. I have no idea who or what is going to come at me. Could be anything. For a whole 60 seconds I am defenseless. Whatever shall I do?"

Makoto chuckled for a bit. "I should totally keep you waiting." She raises her hand and slides the blindfold up so he can see her. "But that would ruin our trust."

Makoto took the initiative and leaned into Jet with enough force to lay him down on the slanted rooftop and locked her lips with his. With her hands caressing his face, and his holding her waist to make sure they don't fall off. The two shared passionate kisses with each other with very little restraint, as if it were meant to be.

Down below, in the yard, Morgan was taking pictures from afar. She will be sharing this with her later, but for now she's just happy it's even happening. She looked back at the house and gave a thumbs up to Gatz for the music change. "A girl never forgets the song of her first kiss." She said with a satisfied smile before going back inside.

Jet and Makoto went on for way longer than 60 seconds, but to their credit no one was counting. When they both stopped to look at each other with soft smiles, Makoto only had three questions left.

“Morgan wants you to date, huh?” Makoto ran small circles on his chest with her finger.

“I guess.” He shrugged. “She said I used to have a stronger desire to date before the Mavericks were formed. But ever since I’ve had you and the others in my life, I never felt the need to add someone else in my life. I’m just happy, you know?”

"Mm. That checks out.” She liked that answer. It at least still means she has a better shot than anyone else. “You're not... Drunk, are you?"

"Nah." Jet responded nonchalantly. "I only had a few sips before Morgan got to me. Someone drank all the Apple Juice."

Makoto burst into laughter, almost full circle back into tears. "Oh my fucking Mew, Jet! I'm sorry, that was me!"

Jet burst out into laughter as well. "Well, at least you have good taste!'

"I would hope so!" Makoto was referring to her taste in men, but that's for later. "And what was the bet about?"

"Oh!" Jet realized he never told her. "Raikou-Man got a girlfriend!'

Makoto sat up a little. "Shut. Up. Really?"

"Really! Morgan was able to deduce it just by going on his Instagram, and I was all nuh-uh and she was all yuh-huh wanna bet?"

The two spent the rest of the party on the roof together, staying in each other's arms and enjoying the company of one another. The conversation never got dull, and they hung on each others every word. This may not have been the leap Makoto wanted between them, but it did reinstate hope. And that hope will never be broken again.

That night, when all the Mavericks rode back home, Makoto shotgunned with Jet. She held him softly from behind, the side of her face resting on his back with a happy and content smile. Jet broke from the other’s path to take the long way home, just to spend a little more time feeling her hold him.

It may not be romance, but it was undoubtedly

love.

#maverick shenanigans #ic (Makoto)#ic (jet)#ic (Morgan)#ic (michael)#c:#// bitch you thought #// and then you thought again didnt you?#// have you learned nothing?#jet x makoto (Ride-or-Die)#maverick chapter #makoto chapter

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daja-the-hypnokitten · 1 year

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Jukebox reviews part 14! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

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