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marvelthottie · 1 year
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Competitive Streak - Finale
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pairing: (MAIN) Jake Lockley x Black Reader, Steven Grant x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader
rating: explicit(18+ mdni)
summary: The boys are completing to see who could take you on the best date.
Warnings: Unprotected sex, Mirror Sex, Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Slight Sugar Daddy if you squint (Jake takes care of his girl what can i say), Hair Pulling ( Reader has a silk press purr), Daddy Kink ( Reader calls Jake papi maybe 2-3 times)
You and Jake never really went on dates; okay thats a lie, you went out just never really an official date. He’d pick you up from work in his limo taking to some hole in the wall burger joint or wing spot. It would be days where he says he needs to go to the mall looking for a new coat and asking you to tag along. Anything Jake saw you pick up or take interest in he’d buy for you. So by the end of the trip he’d have a new coat and you’d have a brand new closet. There were times where you would send him a trailer of a movie or an exhibit coming soon and he’d send a only a thumbs up. You would think nothing of it until the day comes and he sends you a ticket confirmation email telling you to be ready before it starts. You never minded that he never explicitly spoke about your dates like Marc or Steven so it threw you for a loop when he said he wanted to take you out Friday at 7 you we’re surprised. Jake was taking you to a spanish bar he found from driving too many drunk people home from and decided to give it a try. It was different since Jake doesn’t like crowded areas but he knew you loved dancing. You were nervous though, you didn’t know spanish like Jake did, so you hoped it didn’t deter you from enjoying yourself.
When Jake picked you, he didn’t have his signature hat on which threw you for a loop but you knew it was him from the slick back hair and signature cologne.
“No cap?”, you questioned as you opened the door for him.
He didn’t reply at first closing the door behind him, he watched as you scrambled around your studio apartment. You were almost ready, grabbing some slides to put in your purse.
“Not tonight.” He answered, watching as you gave yourself on last look over in your floor length mirror and proceeded to him. He couldn’t help to way his eyes tracked your body, your brown skin glistening from your favorite body oil, from your hair to your makeup , to the barely there shirt, nipples poking through the fabric. From your mini skirt to which he wants to pull up to see if he’d find anything underneath to the boots he bought you last shopping trip.
“Mi reina, you must want to stay home looking that good.” Jake pulled you close, grabbing you hips laying light kisses on your neck, smelling your vanilla perfume.
You lightly gasped, feeling him grow hard against your thigh, you knew your outfit would rile him up. You haven’t enjoyed the night life in a while and you were ready for tonight.
“Baby, you promised me a night out; do not get distracted.” You pushed away from him, grabbing your purse. “Let’s go.”
When you arrived, there wasn’t much of a line, seeing as the place was fairly new. Jake look a seat at the bar, with you in between his legs. There was a band, playing various music and which you both swayed to the music. He bought you drinks, him two shots of tequila and you sangria. As the night went by and more drinks, you found yourself dancing more on the floor, Jakes eyes never leaving you. Swaying your hips, letting the music take ahold of you, you knew this place would be a new favorite. You found yourself opening you eyes catching Jake drinking and watching you with dark, lust filled eyes. He motioned for you to come here and who are you to deny him.
Once close he grabbed your jeweled hand, Jake always made sure you wore diamond bracelet when you were him, and dragged you off to bathroom.
You don’t know who kisses who first. After the door was locked ( thankfully a single stall bathroom and fairly clean), you both pounced, kissing each other with fiery passion. He lifted you up on the sink counter, pushing himself against you. You moaned tasting him, feeling him all over. You wanted him, whine low in your throat.
“Patience, mi reina.” Jake unzipped his pants, your mouth salivating at the sight. You loved their dick, thick and veiny, you could never get enough. You climbed off the sick bending slightly to take him in your mouth.
He hissed as you bobbed your head, hand jerking him from what you couldn’t take. You hummed slightly, as he rested his hand on your head the other bracing himself on the counter as to not crowd you. You found yourself gagging as you took as much as you can down your throat to which he groaned, gripping your hair. You moaned, loving when he pulls the strands, you knew he was always careful, knowing to never mess up a black woman’s hair but you liked it when he losing himself in the pleasure you give him.
“Okay, baby, get up here, mi vida”
He turned you towards the mirror, lifting your black skirt, groaning at the black thong greeting him. He moved it to the side, diving in.
Jake always ate your pussy like a man starved, like it was his last meal on earth, and you loved it. Eyes rolling back at the way he dived in, tongue pushing in and out of you. One hand thumbing at your clit, as the other spread you open so he could go deeper. You moaned, twisting, at the intense pleasure Jake was giving you.
“Fuck Jake, Yes, Yes, Please” You tried to keep your moans low, aching feeling that build up in you. He could always tell when you were close, two fingers replacing his tongue as he laid kissing on your thighs.
“Come for me baby, let go, I got you, come on my fucking fingers.”
Your stomach tightened, cumming letting out a loud moan, muffled from the sounds of the band still performing. Jake took his fingers out, licking the juicing you left behind, eyes meeting in the mirror. And for a second he was almost looking beyond you, then he smirked. “Marc’s enjoying the view baby, let’s give him a show.”
At that you flushed, becoming more aware of the mirror in front of you. You meet Jake’s eyes again, you both hissed as you pushed in you. You grabbing the counter at the stretch, moaning as he pushed his way in. He started slow, hips moving slightly as to warm you up, but you knew it would last long. Once you gave the go ahead he pounded in you, like he couldn’t get enough,hand gripping your hips making you arch with every thrust. You couldn’t control the moans slipping out of you slightly aware of the pounding knocks against the door.
Jake never cared though, he would take you when he wanted and where he wanted others be damned. One hand leaving your hips, grabbing the length of your black hair, drilling you like there was no tomorrow. You was aware of how went you was, squealing noises coming from your pussy.
“ You hear that, mi reina?”
“Yes papi,” You moaned, back arching at the pleasure pain from the tug.
“That pussy purring for me baby, it’s all mines, Marc’s so jealous right now, wishing it was him fucking you like this. Who’s is it, mi vida.”
“It’s yours papi, this pussy’s yours, fu—.” A deep moan cutting you off, as your second orgasm took over you, you tightened against him, to which he found himself letting go. Jake came deep inside of you, growling as you milked him, his chest against your back, holding you against him. You shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you. As Jake pulled you thong in place, and cleaning himself up. You giggled sightly, looking at the mirror.
“What”, he questioned, smiling slightly.
“This is definitely taking first place”
He smirked, looking in the mirror, “Guess I’m the winner.”
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waywardian · 8 months
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Batfam Headcanon
Tim still stalks Dick. It's not as obvious as it was when he was young and he doesn't do it as often. It's really just small things nowadays.
While Tim is writing reports, he'll just pause for a minute to watch Dick practice his acrobatics. He'll do three continuous full frontal flips and Tim will take a sharp breath in and then continue typing.
He doesn't take pictures anymore. He doesn't need too when he's in charge of both Bludhaven and Gothams surveillance footage. It's his job. He's looking out for his family. If Dick's albums are just a little more organised then the rest, well that's just a coincidence and if he makes a compilation of Nightwings best fights this month, than he's just studying combat techniques.
A stolen tshirt here. Some Nightwing merch hidden alongside his bulk energy drink order from amazon. He'll subscribe to a few fanpages. Write a few passionate posts on the Bludhaven forums.
No one needs to know. No one should even notice it.
Except the little demon brat that's trying to usurp hus position. Because it's not 'weird' or 'creepy' or 'somewhat concerning' to Damian Wayne. Damian's already all types of weird, creepy and somewhat concerning.
No, Damian takes it as a challenge. And so the battle begins.
If Bruce notices he's lost 2 million bucks to open a Nightwing theme park - well he can't be bothered to complain.
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oxygenpdf · 2 months
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Charles definitely regrets being rivals with this goofy man, after this podium.
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batsplat · 2 months
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hello i saw in your tags that you don't think people on here get casey stoner and as someone relatively new into the sport i would love to hear your thoughts <3
(context here) okay first of all, this post will be framed as ‘things I wish people talked about more with regards to casey stoner’, rather than arguing against what I think people think
I've tried to come up with a concise response to this ask but kept heading into thesis-length territory. so I decided to write a bullet point list and it’s still… yeah… but well it could be worse. if you, dear anon, wish to read thousands of words of casey stoner lore then please let me know. otherwise, here are just a few things I find interesting about this bloke:
casey has a very complex relationship with the concept of confidence, both in other riders and himself, in the sense that he KNOWS how important it is but also believes/wishes that he specifically is kinda above all that
this feeds into how he wishes that racing were Just Racing and not all this other stuff… not his brain not his body not other racers being assholes on/off track not talking to journalists or doing photoshoots not having to deal with politics etc etc - central underlying tension of his career
he has openly spoken about not ever really enjoying race day, saying the only thing he's missed after retiring is qualifying. very perfectionist, the anxiety, the over-thinking, craving control… all key casey traits
(which also ties in with the valentino rivalry, because valentino obviously adores racing (in particular wheel-to-wheel battle) but he’s also great at all that other off-track stuff)
some very rigid ideas of How The Sport Should Look, which you can see in everything from how he talks about racing standards to the introduction of CRT riders (he had it OUT for them, head hot every time aleix espargaro shows up in parc fermé) to valentino’s influence on ducati and the importance of the colour red
let him have his mean streak! the grim satisfaction in discussing jorge’s 2008 injuries after his early-season arrogance towards casey, the dismissiveness towards dani, some of the wilder valentino remarks (this isn’t a criticism to be clear, alien-on-alien violence is part of the natural order of things)
casey is a classic case of ‘just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they aren’t after you’. definitely a suspicious guy and perpetual underdog 'me against the world' mindset. not to get too psychoanalytic-y, but I reckon this was partly born out of how he had to leave australia as a teenager (with his family completely dependent on him succeeding) because of how the racing establishment down under fucked him over
they definitely were out to get him a lot of the time, cf yamaha and then ducati drama plus the slander from some of the greats of the sport, fellow riders, the media etc etc (particularly egregious in 2009 when he was dealing with his mystery illness and a lot of people said some pretty unpleasant stuff in his absence - here is just one example)
his struggles were constantly downplayed. the chronic fatigue misdiagnosed as lactose intolerance led to people calling him weak-minded, broken, running away from the sport (part of why he was so allergic to the idea his results might in any way be connected to what was going on in his head). add in the undiagnosed anxiety and you have all this invisible strife people wouldn't even take seriously
that being said, he definitely did have a propensity for jumping to the worst possible conclusions
two specific examples: firstly from his autobiography, where he makes the claim that valentino may have been sabotaged in the 2006 title decider and was deliberately given a rubbish tyre to make him lose the championship - to which casey’s response was: “welcome to my world, mate”. he does have a tendency to believe he’s being sabotaged, and is constantly on the look out for conspiracies even when they are… unlikely
the other example is mat oxley talking about his issues with casey in his stint working for ducati, partly based on a misunderstanding:
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something allegedly written about him in 2001!
let’s just say he can definitely hold a grudge
the moaner stoner stuff was definitely nasty, calling him mopey and whiny and all of that, but he also has never shied away from some good old-fashioned complaining (some of this was a bit of a spiral - complaining for good reason worsening public perception of him leading to more reasons to complain)
see also the lingering marc grudge, who probably did play a significant part in getting casey kicked out of honda (as casey has accused him of). whether marquez prevented stoner from racing in 2015 is more of an open question. casey still speaks about how honda made a mistake by only listening to marc (which, again, does have some truth to it)
casey was always very quick to shut down the idea that momentum, motivation, confidence etc could affect his results (unlike that of his competitors) because he argues he was always very rational & clear-sighted about when things were his fault & when things could be blamed on the bike + extraneous factors. he really goes into detail about this when discussing 2008 laguna seca in his autobiography, which he argues had no effect on him psychologically (but was followed by him crashing out of the lead of the next two races)
has definitely spoken more about his rivalry with valentino than valentino has, which probably has also helped shape perception of it over time
on ‘ambition outweighed talent’ - I feel like people almost understate just what a (hilariously) out of pocket remark it was in context. it was rossi’s second ever race at ducati (and the start of his season was impacted by his shoulder issues) - and the rain meant he had a ~win it or bin it~ approach because he knew it was as good a chance as he might get for some time (despite starting from 12th). the move on stoner for second place was at best optimistic, most definitely impatient and at worst foolish - but sort of understandable in that situation, rossi was definitely rapid, and this stuff can happen in the wet. in that sense, it was obviously more a reaction to the manner of the apology (and his frustration with the stewards) than to what casey himself described as a racing incident
stoner made a remark in his autobiography about how rossi had stolen 25 points in a title battle he was never going to be a part of (oof). whether you're obligated to race title contenders differently is already a bit sketch but certainly should not be a consideration for anybody in round TWO
he was forced to publicly retract the remarks, though he doubled down on them to a deeply funny extent in his autobiography by suggesting they were true of valentino’s entire career and that he’d just benefited from a weak era. rossi mostly took it on the chin especially when interviewed about it for documentaries, probably because with something like that you do just need to take the L
it's understandable how it’s become such a defining image of their rivalry (along with laguna seca), not least because of how evocative the whole thing is - rossi showing up still wearing his helmet, trying to make a PR apology stick while he’s been eating nauseating amounts of humble pie at ducati; stoner casual as you like, pissed off about the points loss while still indulging in schadenfreude about how the Great Big Ducati Adventure is working out for rossi
but again, I think it’s funnier because of just HOW over the top an insult it was in that situation (and more broadly how it does have a different vibe to their interactions when they were meaningfully competing, aka 2007-2008)
in conclusion: casey has his doubts and his insecurities and his obsessions and his foibles… a complicated guy in his own right
and a big thing I’d like to stress here is that the rivalry with valentino does benefit from treating them both as somewhat unreliable narrators
I just think he's neat
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turochamp · 2 months
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thoughts? falin loves pocket frogs.
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spicychimera · 1 month
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two questions. 1: are you canon to that one lesbian metamy comic? and 2: what are your thoughts on your competitors?
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(ooc: Yeah she is! Granted this is very post canon. Amy is about 45 when Nova is 12. That comic taking place when Amy is about 18 for a frame of reference.)
@sonic-fankid-showdown
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whiskeyswifty · 11 months
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Oh she is having a GOOD time
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omnipresentlemon · 1 year
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The Little Games We Play
Set in a softer time, with a more forgiving beginning for Pandora’s littlest human. 
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Sometimes, Jake and Neytiri play a game. A competition, more like. They don’t play this game often, and the winner usually gets to revel in their victory for at least a fortnight before the chance to challenge arises. It’s a game only played by the two of them, and while their children may have some inklings as to the nature of it, they are content to let their parents be the sole competitors.
As Polyphemus rises in the sky and eclipse begins, so does Jake and Neytiri’s game.  
Evening meal is being cleared away, and the children romp and tussle around the tent until Jake and Neytiri lower themselves onto their sleeping mats, signaling that it is time to finally settle down.
Neytiri begins at an advantage – Tuktirey is barely a year old, and thus still sleeps most comfortably with her mother close by. Neytiri smiles at Jake with savage delight when Lo’ak stumbles over to her, sleepily rubbing at one eye and tucking himself under Neytiri’s arm for the night.
She almost secures victory before Jake can even begin his counterattack, Neteyam approaching her for a goodnight hug and kiss. But that is all he apparently seeks, bending down to kiss Lo’ak and Tuk’s heads as well before joining his father. Jake shoots her a victorious grin as he wraps their eldest in his arms.
Neytiri doesn’t want to give Jake any more reason to gloat, but she can’t help but scowl as Kiri also heads Jake’s way, attention absorbed by the intricate leaves of the flower she has plucked on her morning walk. Jake takes it from her hands and sets it aside gently, whispering promises that it will be waiting for her in the morning when their daughter complains. Kiri grudgingly accepts this answer, and squirms in between Neteyam and Jake.
They lock eyes over the heads of their dozing children. They are at a stalemate.
Their gazes shift to the last of their children still awake as he finishes putting a fresh battery into his exopack. Spider’s jaw cracks with the force of his yawn, and his eyes are mostly closed as his body sways where he stands, fatigue overcoming him.
Jake opens his mouth to call out to Spider, but Neytiri shoots daggers at him with her eyes. The only real rule to their game is that they are not allowed to try and coax any of their children to their side. They must come completely of their own will.
Neither truly knows where Spider may go. For the most part, the family slept together, a miasma of limbs and braids and the soft exhales of sleep. Nights like tonight were rare, and usually only implemented when the children seemed so tired that an accidental kick or kuru tug would send them into tears.  
Most nights, it can be guaranteed that wherever Kiri goes, Spider will follow. But Spider had been annoyed when Kiri had left the tent this morning without waiting for him, and his resentment at being left behind may still linger. But, Tuk still wakes at least twice during the night, and Spider is a light sleeper. He may not want to sleep with Neytiri if there’s a chance his littlest sister may wake him before eclipses’ end.
As if summoned by the thought, Tuk begins to fuss, tired whimpers escaping her mouth as she tries to fall asleep. Neytiri sings to her softly, rocking the babe with one arm and smoothing down Lo’ak’s braids with the other.
If the song Neytiri chooses happens to be Spider’s songchord, that is between her and Eywa.
As if summoned, Spider begins to drift her way. His eyes don’t open as he stumbles across the tent, guided only by his mother’s voice. Tuk quiets as Spider nestles into Neytiri’s stomach, hand intertwined with Lo’ak’s over her navel.
“Night, mama,” Spider mumbles. Neytiri tucks a braid behind his ear, fingers stroking a soothing pattern at the nape of his neck.
“Goodnight, my son,” she whispers back. She soaks in the bliss that is the gentle rise and fall of her children’s chests as she settles herself finally for sleep.
Before closing her eyes for the night, she looks across the smoldering embers of their hearth at her husband. Even as he holds Kiri and Neteyam with love and gentleness, he looks at Neytiri with pure betrayal.
“Traitor,” he mouths at her. Maybe her trick with the songchord wasn’t as subtle as she thought.  
No matter. Both Neytiri’s home and heart are warm, and that is prize enough.
For the record, however, she still won.  
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clonemando · 5 days
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A Kiss a Day in May
Day 27- Playful Kisses
Wolffe/Stone
Each day this month I have a 100 word drabble featuring a different clone with a kiss prompt. Not all are romantic and they include all sorts of pairings and relationships. Feel free to offer pairing/ character suggestions for future days.
No one knew who started the competition but every clone knew the rules. If you had a partner who was a Guard then the moment your ship touched ground on Coruscant you were on the clock. Every surprise kiss was a point, bonus points for kisses where a natborn might see you.
As soon as they landed, Wolffe was off like a rocket having used batchmate privileges to get Stone's schedule from Fox. Pouncing him right into a maintenance closet Wolffe delighted in Stone's laughter as he kissed him silly.
"We're still in the lead by two points" he cheered.
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monstrsball · 2 months
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okay this is a fun one. in my mind palace it took forever for oikawa and akaashi to actually become friends/get along. akaashi just met oikawa and didn't like his vibes and oikawa was matching the energy he was given.
they try for suga's sake though because they both care about him (my akasuga friendship agenda resurfaces). i think bokuaka-oisuga double dates are sometimes a little tense bc of this though fnsns. akaashi and oikawa are being sorta passive aggressive and suga and bokuto are just having a good time. they're both really good at breaking the tension if need be. but it's never too serious. the double dates would be off the table if it ever did.
i'm thinking the double dates were bokuto's idea (friends with oikawa and suga, knows suga and akaashi are friends). when he heard oikawa and suga started dating, he was like oh!!! i have a great idea.
bokuto and oikawa get along well for the most part, they can get competitive sometimes depending on the activity. it's the captains in them. suga thinks it's fun. akaashi gets a little too into talking smack. [<- i'm thinking about the arm wrestling art... ]
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sae-mian · 1 month
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So what would Nira feel about Hazel? (impressions)
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'O-oh-- I'm sorry, uh--'
At first, Nira'sae would probably find themselves a little... overwhelmed. She seems so cool, and strong, and pretty, and cool, and oh gods she was asking a question and they weren't listening--
Once the initial panic subsides, though, I think they'd come to quite enjoy her company - sharing a lot of common interests as they do.
Supposing she can tolerate their constant, awkward fumbling, that is.
⋆⁺。˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚。⁺⋆
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marvelthottie · 1 year
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Competitive Streak - Part 2
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pairing: Steven Grant x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader, Jake Lockley x Black Reader
rating: explicit(18+ mdni)
summary: The boys are completing to see who could take you on the best date.
warnings: none
Steven was always the proper gentleman no matter the time or occasion. Whenever he took you out he always opened the doors and always pulled the chair out for you. He always took you to fancy restaurants and always wore his best. On numerous occasions you told him you didn’t need to be impress every time and wouldn’t mind something more casual. Which is exactly what he did when surprised you with a picnic date.
You were dressed causal as Steven called you telling you to meet him at the park. He said he said a few more errands to run so he couldn’t ride in the uber with you. In reality he was there setting up waiting to surprise you. You got out the car, thank the driver, and noticed him standing shyly. He lead you to the blankets and you both sat down looking at the spread before you. They heavy blanket was adorned with all your favorite snacks,sweets, and mini sliders. He had also made himself a platter of fruit and had juice on hand as well.
“Steven”, you gasped out, “ This is so nice, and you had me thinking I was going to he standing around til you came.”
“Well I know you been wanting us to spend more time together. I know it can be a lot, us three, we can be demanding.”
You looked down at your hands, you and Steven were together first and thought you never admit it you sometimes missed just the two of you.
“But lets not dwell on it, this afternoon is about us and me settling the score.”
You gave him a confused look which turned to laughter as he brought out the game board;scrabble. You had beat him by 7 points deeming yourself the word champion to which Steven refused to acknowledge.
So for the next few hours, you two played games, ate snacks, and cloud gazed for a while before the sun went down. As it got darker you both packed up threw away the trash and got an uber to Steven’s place. You ended your evening snuggled up on the couch watching your favorite reruns of wipeout on Hulu. Your head nestled into his chest you found yourself drifting in Steven’s arms.
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samphill-incorrects · 13 days
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Sampo, in Madam Brugel Poisson disguise: Hello mister cowboy. I can't help but notice your eyes dawdling all over me. Mind explaining your intention with that?
Boothill: Are you sure you want to know?
Sampo: I don't ask questions I don't want to know the answer to
Boothill: Oh, then never ask your partner if he thinks your sister's hot
Sampo: I don't have a sister?
Boothill: How about a partner?
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kivaember · 1 month
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An idea: What if Michigan gets cocky in battle and tries to show off for Walter, but as a result he quickly becomes overpowered by the enemy and Walter has to come in and save him?
Oh Michigan definitely got cocky in the early days after they graduated lmao
I can imagine like, he'd try to show off to Walter by being all "watch this I can take on ALL THREE enemy ACs by myself" and Walter would stand back and let him do it because a) it's funny to watch Michigan get knocked down a few pegs from time to time (it's healthy for his ego) and b) so Walter can show off by swooping in to save him and getting to be a snarky little bitch like "so what was that about being able to take them?"
Their relationship post-academy would be like, a sort of rivalry. Michigan is more open and blatant about competing and showing off, but Walter's just as keen to flaunt his skill and look good in front of Michigan, it's just that Walter's so good at the poker face and feigning disinterest that he comes across more as dismissive than competitive.
Thankfully by this point Michigan can read him pretty well, so isn't discouraged or overly annoyed. Just sour if Walter pulls ahead of their private little competition.
They definitely have a "damsel in distress" tally. Walter always tries his best to be the knight in shining armour because whenever he starts leading in the damsel tally Michigan keeps calling him princess u-u
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landlordevil · 1 month
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Where's the wyllzelstarion at. Those two could wreck that man wholly and fully
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xdjville · 1 month
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i think i've finally come to the point where i got bored of nct zone
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