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"I got in, I got into UC Berkeley."

"I got in, I got into UC Berkeley." David looked over to Michael, the broad smile on the burnet's face welcoming his gaze. The expression evidence alone that the other felt excited about this new prospect as he held the paper for the blond to see. Big bold letters reading CONGRATULATION strikingly large on the document. Despite this, knowing he ought to be cheering on his lover's success, David only hummed in response. A part of him is proud, of course he is, while another part seemed to distant itself — even if David couldn't place exactly what that feeling was. Jealousy? Envy? Nervousness? Fear? Michael lowered his hand as he noticed that familiar distant look, "What is it?" This wasn't their first time talking about him furthering his education. In the past, during Michael's whole senior year, it even seemed encouraged. Yet, within this moment, the reaction that had been expected fell flat and Michael didn't know why. "David?" "S' nothing. Forget it," David turned partially away while his gloved hand dug inside his coat to pull out a pack. With a cigarette between lips and a thumb striking the zippo, David continued. "Just a lot on my mind." The burnet stepped closer and grabbed the arm holding said lighter, stopping the ignited flames from reaching its destination. "Did you..." Michael dropped his hand as David set his sights on him again, "David, did you think I wasn't going to get in? Was this — I don't know, whole last year of you rooting me on just a game to you? Because..." Now the burnet was clenching the document in his hand tightly, the paper wrinkling into a mess as his lips set into a deep scowl. "If so that shit ain't funny. This is serious to me, David — you know that!" David watched the other start to unravel. A clear sign of frustration there, bubbling, overflowing to the surface — along with a mix of other's that he couldn't place. And why should he have expected any different? David knew better. Sighing through his nose, eyes closing for a brief moment of concentration, David reset his gaze on Michael with both hands on each shoulders — cigarette forgotten, and spoke calmly. "Michael," Gloved thumbs rubbed into the other's clothed shoulders to try and ease him. "Of course I'm happy for you. You've been at this for months. I'm—" David couldn't believe he was about to voice this thought, but pushed back the metaphorical walls threatening to build. "— I'm afraid." "What?" Michael blinked, confused. What did David have to be afraid of? "Why?" Both hands dropped from the burnet's shoulders and dove into deep pockets, clenching into fist hidden out of sight. "Afraid that you will find a life there, Michael. That you will," David's jaw flexed. "Decide to not come back to me."

The words settled into the air heavily, lingering. Michael searched his lover's gaze, eyes flickering for any speck of lies or signs of a mind game — there was just sorrow staring back at him. As if the vampire before him was already adjusting to this new truth — that he'd lose him. Without further hesitation, Michael swallowed the remaining distance and threw his arms around the blond, fingers pressing against a cool neck as lips collided. He could feel, with every passing second, David relaxing into the embrace — returning the kiss with strong hands pressing into his lower back.

After a moment passed, as Michael warm breath fanned over David's lips, the blond opened his eyes at the sound of the other chuckling. He corked a brow, amused, and it only made Michael laugh more. "What is it?"

"You." "Me?" "Yes, you," Michael leaned slightly back but didn't remove his arms from around David's shoulders. "You can be such an idiot sometimes." "Careful now," David mused while leaning forward, nose running along the other's neck while hiding a smirk. "This idiot is prone to biting."

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For his car and his bod and both are an amazing ride, just ask Steve

Thanks for the prompt! warning: horny

Jaskier bit the tip of his pen, eyes unfocused and head swimming. He watched as Geralt moved about the room, picking up and throwing dirty clothes in the bin. They alternated laundry duty and today was Geralt’s day. Usually he was at work and didn’t get to see Geralt’s process, but he’d been lucky enough to get the day off and boy was he happy about it! Because, standing before him in all his godly glory, was Geralt in a crop top.

Specifically, it was the lilac crop top hoodie Jaskier had bought a few months back. What was slightly loose on Jaskier was clinging beautifully to the muscles of Geralt’s chest. His belly button, surrounded by a trail of hair that disappeared below his black jeans, was on full display, as was the shiny silver jewelry with a dangling wolf. He’d lost a bet with Lambert, but surprisingly even after it healed he kept the jewelry in, to Jaskier’s delight.

“Stop it,” Geralt said. Jaskier shook himself out of his wandering thoughts and pulled his eyes away from that tantalizing navel. 

“Stop what?”

“Ogling.” Geralt’s lips pulled up at the edges into a soft smile. “If you want something come and get it.”

*gently shoves you into a chair and gives you with popcorn* Okay, so like, listen up buttercup, because we are in for a ride!

First up, we have the accidentally a millionaire Croc and sugar baby GQ. You’re probably like, Nixie WTF??? But like, listen, it’ll make sense.... eventually.

So, it starts with Croc finding jewels and such in the sewers, because criminals are not so smart, and well, he knows they’re worth money, but doesn’t much care enough to find out, until Harley (who is his self appointed BFF) stumbles across it and decides she’s gonna help him invest and all that. So suddenly, Killer Croc is got money and doesn’t know what to do with it. 

Until, one drunken night, Harley and Ivy and Selina decide to joke about him getting a sugar baby. Only, the four in their very drunken stupor, actually make him up a profile that get’s hits. Which is really the down fall to Croc, because he’s all against it, until he spots this pretty boy, all blue eyes and jaw carved from stone, and says, “Maybe won’t be so bad. Give a shot, nothing else, I get someone to eat.”

Which of course prompts a lot of sexual innuendos from the ladies. 

Secondly, we have a MMA fighter-ish AU, were Croc and GQ get napped, and Croc’s made to fight, and GQ tends to his wounds and it’s all very sexually charged and pining and angst. 

Third up, a bakery AU!!! You’re probably like.... Nixie. W.T.F. 

And, yeah, okay this one might seem a little.... out there. But I love a good bakery AU, and the thought of Killer Croc baking cupcakes and tarts and muffins and confections just. It does things to a Nixie, okay. Don’t judge. 

Anyway, imagine GQ, fresh outta the Navy (injury to the knee, couldn’t quite get himself back up to scruff), that stumbles across a bakery that has the absolutely most divine red velvet cupcakes he’s ever had in his life. Which stars this torrid romance affair, that’s all very complicated because my boys are dumb and won’t talk about feelings like adult people should. 

This is my son Dirk. His birthday is Jan 24th and he'll be 17. Hope he's made your day a bit more lovelier.

For @racheld93, who asked for Nate x Jake Fairytale.