(I know this is late, but if you're still willing to do the title drabbles for USUK...) Title: Observer's Paradox
Alfred buried his nose into the dip of the man’s shoulder.
"M-Mr. Jones," Arthur said, sickeningly sweet because he knew it drove the man crazy to be addressed so formally in such an intimate position. Alfred gasped and was about to ask Mr. Kirkland if he knew how devilishly sexy his voice was, but the warm air was filled with quite a different question.
Alfred and Arthur both immediately stopped their ministrations and a moment later, flew apart. Arthur drew back into the bed, covering himself with the sheet, the duvet, the silk robe Alfred had rid him of just a few minutes ago. Alfred, for his part, located his boxers with record speed and pulled them on at almost the same speed with which he’d tossed them off earlier.
"Lucas!" he tried not to sound panicked as he scooped his son into his arms. "Why are you awake?"
"I heard you scream. Does something hurt, Daddy?" the little boy asked, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
STORY IDEA: YOUR DOOR BELL RINGS AND ITS A PERSON FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE “I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE MY FAVORITE BOOK CHARACTER AND I KNOW HOW IT ENDS AND I WANNA CHANGE IT”
WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO ME
WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH WAIT
HOW DOES MY BOOK END!?!?!?!?!?
WHY DOES IT NEED TO BE CHANGED!?!?!?!?!
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.