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writefightandflightclub · 2 years

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I know you’re working hard on lots of things rn, but if you have the time for a few words about Duke Leto giving reader a hug (like your Nathan Bateman fic) I’d be so appreciative. I’m really touch-starved. It sounds so pathetic 😭 but you’re my fave author. And I totally understand if you don’t have time for it. Much love to you Luna ❤️

The sun on your skin (Duke Leto Atreides x GN!reader)

Summary: touch-starved reader. A little angst. Comfort, fluff, happy ending.

Author’s note: thank you for this request, Anon! I don’t often get Leto requests but he’s SO much fun to write and I really enjoyed this one! This is quite different to the Nathan one, but I hope you still like it all the same (no worries if you don’t - wrote it super fast so sorry if it’s clunky in parts!). Please enjoy this big cuddle from our fave Dukey boy and his nice strong arms, okay? You deserve it! Also, I’m sending you a Luna hug too (if you want it, but feel free to bin that one if you don’t 🤣!) 🧡☺️ ILY byeeeee

Warnings: touch-starved reader; few brief mentions of grief (Lady Jessica passed away some years ago in this one). Cuddles! Written very quickly, poorly proofed.

Rating: nothing explicit but blog is 18+ minors DNI.

GIF: @salome-c 🧡

You skin sings for touch.

But touch does not heed your song.

It has been too long.

Since arriving on Arrakis, there has been a drought of it. Sensations have grown ever more sparse and flattened without your favoured Caladan rains and grasses to kiss your bare skin - let alone a human touch. Everything here is sand and grit and stone and metal, and at times even the people around you are indistinguishable from machinery. Not only because their bodies are boxed in by stillsuits, but also because their own demeanours are often every bit as closed off and restrained as their confining apparatus.

Everything is so entirely muted - so much so that at times you wonder if you fingers have simply fallen numb.

And still, your skin sings its song.

Sings for contact.

It is a long time since rains and grasses have kissed your skin, but it is longer still since you were touched by another. Touched with desire. With affection. With care. With reverence. Since you touched; felt; traced contours. Since you languished under the gentle pad of fingertips or warm press or claw of a hand sinking into your flesh.

It is not lust, per se, which moves you to crave such intimacy. It is not a hunger, necessarily, that opens in the pit of you. Indeed, it is not a ravenous or barrelling want. On the contrary; it is a thirst, you think. A thirst so pronounced that you need touch to be poured into you before you can even think. You could not possibly devour or pounce - would not be capable of sinking your teeth. Not when your need is even more basic still. Not when you feel so entirely empty in the absence of being quenched.

A thirst. A need so intense it hollows you.

How apt, you think, for one dwelling in this desiccated, water-forsaken, desert world.

And still, your skin sings for it. Sings like the sun - from its molten rise to slinking dusk.

As an emissary of House Atreides, your days are entirely absent of this contact. Everyone around you is stiff, courteous, and stand off-ish. Eminently cautious and on-guard. Either indifferent to you, intimidated by you, or a threat. Sometimes all of these at once.

On diplomatic missions there may be handshakes - or other such customs - but they take place through leather gloves so thick you can barely even feel the warmth of your counterpart’s palm. And yet, you have come to crave even this. This morsel.

It is so long since you felt something soft and warm, in fact, that you have taken to standing out in the sun for stints without your stillsuit, your flesh bare to the morning so that you can feel the liquid ripple of sun sluicing over your skin - as though the light itself has fingers.

Sometimes, you close your eyes and imagine that the rising sun cupping your cheek is him. Duke Leto. His warm, broad hand that you long to touch; skin-to-skin.

Sometimes, you imagine that the sun alone could sate you; but, of course… inevitably, it only makes your thirst all the more pronounced.

Isn’t that sad - in the truest sense- you think? How desperate you are to feel something? How lonely? How touch-starved?

It is this deficit which -mortifyingly- leads you to audibly whimper in the midst of a Council meeting.

As usual, Duke Leto is sat at the head of the table, and you are at his right hand. He sits, looking hard as stone. As official as a statue - erected to signal rule and conquest. The angles of his face as severe as the plane of a mason’s tools.

You have heard tell of the man’s coffee hearth warmth. That which could -no doubt- sway a warm body or a nation to kneel before him. Have even witnessed said warmth, from a distance; but you have never been close enough to feel the blaze of it yourself. Have never felt his eyes trace over you with any hint of sun in them. To you, he may as well be made of sand and grit and stone and metal too.

If he ever deigned to touch you, you wonder if he would be as cool as marble; and yet, at the same time, you ache knowing that he never shall touch you. Not with anything extending beyond formality or ceremony, in any case.

Perhaps this assumption is why it takes you by surprise when you do finally feel him; corporeal and warm and fleshy against your own skin. Warm as the Arrakis sun, but as quenching as the rains of Caladan. As electric as one of your blessed homeland’s storms, his touch buzzing like static against your skin.

He hadn’t meant to touch you, of course. He only ever meant the opposite. To refrain from it. To remain proper. Distant. Just like everyone else in this house of power.

However, on this occasion, you managed to get close. Council had been convened, and you were tasked with debriefing the Duke - and his generals and his diplomats and Mentats - on your latest diplomatic mission. You were relaying what you had learned about the customs of a clan dwelling deep in the interior of this land, using the prop of a ceremonial dagger to illustrate key aspects of their culture, values, language, and ceremonies.

Your gloves were slipped off to touch this antiquity -a thing so precious deserving to be held, you think- exhibiting the generously gifted token of this fledging allyship. You needed your hands bare to appreciate the weight and texture, craftsmanship and intricacy of it, your fingers riding over the swirls of the engraved hilt as tenderly as though it could love you back.

You had turned, to pass the dagger to your Duke for his closer inspection. Leto has always taken a keen interest in your briefings, ever since touching down on the shifting sands of this planet. In fact, he has often requested your private counsel in the days which follow - a fact which you take immense personal pride in. And so, delighted by the Duke’s interest on this occasion too, it was too late before you realised that he had followed your lead, his black gloves slipped off and discarded onto the slab of a table.

When his warm fingers brushed yours, you were not ready for it.

Yet it has happened, and now here you are.

Does that explain the sound which falls from your lips, then? A shocked and strangled thing, dripping with some starkly felt relief at knowing you can still feel after all.

You whip your hand away, clutching it sudden and tight to your chest as though the man has branded you, and Leto’s stony, carved brow draws down as he seeks to decipher your ailment. Has the blade nicked your skin, perhaps, in transit between your palm and his?

Indeed, for a moment, you wonder if it has. If the hot bloom across your skin is pain, skin singing and tingling. You even look down, expecting to see a flare of red seeping like embers in a stoked hearth through your palm.

But instead, you look down and there is nothing.

Nothing but the craving for more.

You are the only flare. Alight and seeking his attentions.

“Are you quite well?” Leto asks with poise after a moment of glaring silence, where you feel as though your strangled noise must without doubt be echoing in his mind - if not within the grand room in which you sit.

You attempt to ignore any murmuring or stares from within the party at large, lest you might feel your cheeks heat only further.

“Yes, my Duke,” you manage to wring out and he nods -good- his brow still burdened by that perpetual weight, but his hands now occupied with weighing the dagger in his palm. Tracing the thick pad of his finger along the engravings you touched mere moments ago.

You feel shame that the action of it sends a warm snake slipping down your spine, as though him touching something of yours could be akin to him touching you. Tracing all of your curves and contours and lines. Reading you. Treasuring you. A proxy for holding you close.

However, when Leto nods once more, signalling he has completed his study of the object, he replaces the dagger into its gilded housing and sets it down onto the cool slab of table. He slides it towards you; rather than daring to risk touching you again, you interpret.

Stars.

Do you repulse him so?

Somehow, and with great effort, you push that painful thought down - as ever - and you regain your flow. You do what you do best, engaging in exchanges with Leto’s best strategists and advisors, who are keen to find ways to exploit the burgeoning relationship you established during your weeks away. You serve Leto well and loyally, always seeking to strengthen the position of the House of Atreides. However, you are not afraid to check greed nor barbarousness in his Council chamber. The clan shoved you kindness after all, and you have honour. You learned that from the best.

Perhaps that is why you catch Leto’s eyes focussed pridefully on you as Council is concluded, the members gradually filtering out of the grand, lofty room. Or, perhaps you simply imagined it, as when you turn to him he immediately becomes stone, as though you have some power in your stare to petrify him.

You regard him as he rises to standing, thanking and dismissing his subjects. His arms are folded formally behind his back, and his chest puffed out - hard enough that his seams creak and strain against his muscles and the slight swell of his stomach.

“Stay behind,” he says coolly, his eyes fixed on the door.

You feel the bite of nerves in your stomach like a worm turning through the sands, but you answer Leto obediently. “Yes, my Duke.”

Leto nods subtly to his guards at the door, their attention attuned to him so closely - as everyone’s is - that he barely need move his head for them to intuit his wants. And, with that, the doors are being swung closed, and you are swallowed by the mouth of the long, worm stomach of a room.

Without the others to fill it it feels cavernous, and so you are grateful when Leto crosses to the cosier alcove, lined with carpets and arm chairs and a small coffee table.

“Sit,” he invites, and you oblige him, taking the least grand of the winged chairs so that, naturally, your highness may repose in greatest comfort. “Your delegation all performed their roles well on this occasion?”

“Yes. It was a successful mission. The juniors did well, your highness.”

He nods. “It seemed you were gone longer than usual.” His oaky voice takes on a wistful quality.

“Just three weeks, my Lord.” A short trip, all things considered.

He hums, and he finally takes his seat.

“If I may, my Lord. What is it you wish to discuss?” You study the niggle in his brow, thick parallel lines like the trunks of sturdy Caladan trees.

He reclines more deeply into his seat, folding his hands in his lap, and looking slightly down his nose at you. It is habit, more than it is superiority, you think. The Atreides line have proud chins and noses - a beauty hard to match. “Tell me,” Leto asks plainly, the timbre of his voice deepening. “Does my touch make you uncomfortable?”

His question makes you uncomfortable, but you seek to obscure that fact. You cannot help the swallow which trails down your throat, however - a dead giveaway.

Leto surveys you steadily, his lips parting so that he can swipe his tongue along the length of his lower lip.

You have only a moment before you must answer, and you know that you must. Leto is a Duke and expects it. It is no secret that any question he poses should be met in only one of two ways. By a lie or a truth, and never by silence. Well… To lie would be dangerous, and…to tell the truth? How could you possibly?

“I entreat you so that I may remedy it,” Leto offers generously, as you stumble over your words. “I only ever wish for you to be comfortable with me. So, if it troubles you, I can endeavour to take more care in future.”

“Thank you,” you state, sitting tense on the edge of your seat whilst the man before you appears entirely at ease - perhaps aside from the gentle rocking of his boot against the floor, the leather creaking with the motion. “That is certainly a kindness.”

You risk a glance up at him from beneath your lashes, awaiting his nod of finality, signalling this is settled; but, it does not come. Instead, he tilts his head, deepening his study of you. Perhaps sensing there are yet words which remain unspoken.

“Speak plainly,” Leto encourages softly, and you recognise that it is an order as much as it is a plea. “I want to understand.” Damn him and his scholarly intentions.

You tug in a deep breath, heart hammering as you face the choice before you. You can either lose face, or lose his trust; and you know which you would rather.

“My Duke…”

“Call me Leto,” he entreats you, though you’re not sure that you can. Instead then, you fix your gaze firmly on his boot.

“It is quite the opposite, in fact.” He leans forward in his chair and you watch his boot crease - before your view of it becomes obscured by his broad, veiny hands, his forearms atop his sturdy thighs and his fingers laced together in the space between. With this new proximity, and with the sight of his bare, ungloved skin, your voice comes out mere breath - enough to propel a sail ship across your home seas, perhaps. “I will admit... I -I have not been touched in so long that I…” You stop yourself, with effort attempting to quell your confession. Sewing your lips in a thin line. Alas, you are so thirsty that you feel like a parched wanderer - one unable to hold back their pleas for water when given that blessed hope for relief. To speak it feels imperative. As urgent as a matter of survival. Still, you are a diplomat. You know well when to hold your tongue, and when to give. You backpedal, just a little. Not a lie, but not the whole truth either. You simply opt to omit the specificity of whose touch your crave most. “Your touch happened upon a… craving.” You shake your head bashfully. “Forgive me, Leto.” The faintest of smiles is chiselled from his resolve you think, when you call him by his name. “Evidently I am undone with loneliness. It will not interfere with my duties again.”

Leto tilts his head again, shuffling forward to the edge of his chair, his knees almost bumping yours, and his hands almost close enough that you could reach out to him.

You see sympathy in his eyes, you think. “There are… plenty of warm bodies on base.”

His meaning is implied, but the mere thought causes a crease to notch in your brow. “No,” you say more abruptly than you intended, adamantly shaking your head.

“No?” Leto asks, his deep voice thrumming with a faint ring of amusement. “You want of none of them?”

You shake your head, a self-conscious smile tipping your mouth as Leto regards you levelly.

“Me neither,” your Duke admits. “Not since Lady Jessica…” He trails off. The tale of her passing and the Duke’s grief is well-trodden. His grief and her presence echoed in the halls of the palaces of Caladan long after she was gone. You look down at his hands, and you are almost overcome by the urge to hold his between your palms until the clouds in his eyes are passed. “For years, there was no warm body in the Kingdom who could tempt me.”

You look back to his eyes and see sunbeams there, settled in the creases around his eyes, and it is only then his true meaning dawns on you. Jessica’s passing was some time ago. Since then he has never… indulged?

That surprises you.

Though… Perhaps it shouldn’t.

“No-one else on base then,” Leto probes gently. “But my touch is… not unwelcome?”

Your skin sings so hard that it feels hoarse.

Leto shifts in his chair, as though priming to shift like a Dune. To pour himself onto you like a liquid dawn.

You see a glimmer in his eyes too; a want buried deep. Given time, you think, you could excavate this want, like a treasure dug out from deep beneath the Arrakis sands.

You look deep into his eyes, as brown as the tree trunks which line the damp Caladan lands. So rich and earthy you feel you could smell the waft petrichor on him, you think, if only he would move closer.

You want it.

You want contact.

Stars.

You wish you had savoured his touch more - savoured that fleeting brush of his hand instead of snatching yourself away. You feel your thirst had been so pronounced, that you poured water to your lips in so much haste that you had spilled it. Rare, precious drops wasted, evaporating in the desert heat.

“Your touch?” you ask, and he hums an affirmative. “Your touch would feel like water in a desert, my Lord, were it freely given. But, of course, I would not expect to be so blessed.” Flustered by your own outpouring, this confession, you stand, eager to make it clear to the Duke that you expect nothing of him. To convince him that you are not frail in the face of your needs. That you can bear it - this terrible need. “I must go, my Duke. I have taken up enough of your time.”

“No,” Leto protests, and his voice arrests you to the spot. Your traitorous feet are frozen in place even as your body has already begun to turn from him. Still, like a flower towards the sun, his voice calls you back. “You have not taken up nearly enough. I have missed you these weeks. Three! Three weeks.”

You feel you might choke on your own heartbeat as Leto slips his hand into your own, his touch warm against you. Your eyes shimmer with questions and emotions as you turn back to your Duke, your head shaking softly in confusion as you regard him. As his fingers nimbly traverse to the collar of his uniform. As he begins to unbutton himself.

“Leto? What are you-“

“-Hush,” he soothes. “Let me hold you.” He slips his uniform from his broad, dense shoulders, letting the crisp garment drop to the stone floor in a crumpled heap. But, he does not stop there. His eyes soft and careful - reassuring- he strips down until he is shirtless, and then? Then, he extends his brown, muscled arms out towards you. “Let me hold you. Please?”

All of a sudden, you think, the man looks just as parched as you, his face sunken into all its hollows.

And, although you stand agape, it takes little encouragement for you to collapse into his offer. His plea. Your body sags gratefully into his, and your arms wrap firmly around his shoulders as his own loop and extend around your middle. In disbelief, you bury your head into the crook of his shoulder, and you feel all of him - bare and warm against you. You feel his skin and his warmth and his hair and his beard beneath your greedy fingertips, drinking all of the textures of him in. He feels soft and smooth and so far from stone.

Meanwhile, with a whimper all his own - a huge sigh of relief like he’s a statue cracking open - Leto in turn holds you ever so close, pulling you in towards his shapely chest. He smooths his hands up and down your back in a slow, steady caress of a rhythm - splayed fingers searching every contour of you out. Repeating his path until he learns you. Sucking in a deep breath and letting it all go again, the gust of his hot breath sneaking below your collar and down your spine.

Reverently, carefully, Leto cups his hand to the back of your head and smooths over your hair. He nuzzles his cheek against yours, and as your tears wet his shoulder, he keeps holding on, gently swaying and rocking you in his arms.

Leto touches you, comforts you, ever so intentionally, and he lets you feel him too. Allows your fingertips to run over the notches of his spine. Your palms to smooth over the tense muscles in his cultivated back and shoulders. To allow the heat of him pressed against you to bloom deep beneath your clothes, warmth suffusing through your whole body in a way the desert sun could scarce equal.

You bask in the divine brush of his sculpted beard against your cheek and neck. The feeling of his soft, grizzled curls as your fingers twine delicately into the length at his crown.

He holds you, and it is so long since you were held that for a moment you think an embrace this gentle might break you.

“I miss Caladan,” you sob against his skin, the words never having risen to the surface before now. Not until Leto knew what you needed before you did yourself; and what’s more, wanted to give it to you.

Still, as your wet words spillover from your mouth like water, his touch filling you until you are overflowing, you wonder if you forget your place too readily. You are with royalty, and you begin to fear that you might have misspoke. You pull back from him, to look him in the eyes. “Forgive me, my Lord.”

“There is nothing to forgive. You may speak plainly around me, sweet.”

His index finger traces along the line of your jaw, with all the reverence you have seen his hands display to the various gifts and antiquities you share from your travels. The path of his finger down the spine of a sacred text, or along the curved, swirled path of a hilt. His fingers splitting apart sweet, too-ripe, off-world fruits, his grin cracking just as wide. He touches you, as though you are a treasure. A rarity. A joy.

His eyes shine on you as warm as suns, his gaze flitting over your face like a dance of dappled light.

You close your eyes for a moment, perhaps believing all of this to be a dream - emotion swelling in your chest and up into your throat like the swell of your home seas. “I miss the rain,” you ponder, looping your hands around the nape of his neck and caressing him there.

A soft smile blooms in the midst of Leto’s beard. “You always did look happiest when the weather came down. There is a storm in your heart, I think. Something beautiful and formidable about you.”

You gasp lightly in disbelief as Leto cups your face tenderly in his broad palm - his touch akin to golden sun on your skin.

You smile wetly at him, and his eyes tighten in turn. “You noticed me then? On Caladan?”

Languidly, he strokes the pad of his thumb back and forth over your cheek.

“You did not know?” You softly shake your head. “Caladan was a grey world, my darling. But our conversations were bright spots - bright enough to rival the Arrakis sun.” His expression grows wistful. “You have brought me the greatest joy I’ve felt since…”

It is only then, in that moment, your eyes tracing the pain carved in the planes of his face, that you see how starved your Duke has been. How lonely, too. Emotions swirl in his eyes, but this time, you reach for him. You smooth your palm over his skin like you finally see how soft he is. How fragile, in many ways. A treasure, standing half bare before you. “All this time. I thought you stone, Leto.” How sad, you think. How sad that you did not see him.

His brow grows heavier yet, and solemnly, Leto draws away from you. The space around your body feels suddenly bereft without him enclosing you. You watch as he moves, padding towards the winged chair, still in his knee-high boots and tight black pants, and yet his torso pleasantly bare. He sits, his sturdy thighs spread and his palms resting flat atop each leg. He looks at you, expression -seemingly- as stony as ever. “At first,” he begins, “I suppose it is true - that my grief had turned me to stone.” Leto pats his strong thighs, calling you to his lap. He watches you keenly as your fingers fumble with the buttons on your own uniform jacket. As you slip off your boots. A soft smile blooms as he watches you. “And then, my sweet? Turning myself to stone was the only way I could resist you.” You curl in his lap like a spoilt housecat. Like the curl of a hilt fusing with its steely blade. Like stepping into a warm bath. You curl into his chest, and he holds you. “Now though, darling. Do you see?” Your eyes close. You hear the dull thud of his chest against the shell of your ear. You feel his broad hands smooth over you.

“See what?”

“My love,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, the brush of his beard gently scraping you. “Do you see that I have softened for you?”

Indeed. He is no longer stone. Not stone at all.

He is liquid and light.

Like sun on your skin.

Your voice cracks wide open like fruit pulled apart by his girthy fingers. Like his grin. Like the breaking of dawn. “Leto,” you croak, voice heavy with sentiment as his tender touch traces every patch of skin he can reach. “Do you treat everything you hold in your hands like a treasure?”

“No, sweet,” Leto purrs. “Only the most precious things.”

He traces his fingers and his lips over you with reverence. Care. Affection. He touches you like you could love him back.

Your skin sings for his touch, but this time you need only whisper, not scream.

“Hush, precious one,” he soothes. “Don’t waste your water.”

You had not noticed the tears wetting your cheeks until he spoke of them, falling even as your eyes crinkled with your smile.

“Tears of happiness are not a waste, I think.”

He smiles. No longer stone.

“Even so.”

Leto dips his head until his lips brush your skin, and he kisses your tears away.

#duke leto atreides x reader #duke leto x reader #duke leto atreides #duke leto #leto atreides x reader

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yukii0nna · 1 month

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The beginnings of the dorm

Amai: What a dump....

Malori: Yeah.... It's really messy

Dukey: Johnny's room is cleaner

Johnny: Agreed

Jade: And we're staying here until ?

Brian: About how know?

Amai: And still can't get any we know. Face it we're stuck here

Malori: Maybe there's a bright side to this

Jade:*raises a brow* A bright side to this disaster?

Malori nods

Malori: There's has to be something

Grim: There's not even power plus no good beds!!

Malori: Maybe we can find something to use or we can ask Mr. Crowley tomorrow!!

Dukey: Something tells me that he wouldn't be any help anyway

Amai: Agreed..

Jade: I'll go see if there's any blankets that we could use

Jade looks at something moving

Jade: Uh guys

Dukey: Please tell me you found a way home

Jade shakes her head

Malori: This may be bad

@writing-heiress @anxious-twisted-vampire @marrondrawsalot @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @liviavanrouge @mangacupcake @bakawitch

#oc #twisted wonderland #just like magic #crossover #johnny test #jade chan

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best-bff-brawl · 10 months

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Best BFF Brawl: Round 1| Match 5C

Propaganda Beneath the Cut

Johnny and Dukey

His best friend is a talking dog- the theme song

Ken Kaneki and Hideyoshi Nagachika

(Spoilers)

They were friends since they were kids, even went to the same university together, and when Kaneki suddenly became a cannibal against his will, Hide just didn't care and went to great lengths to protect him from the cops (massive oversimplifications here but I'm writing this under the assumption you have not read or watched tg lol). Kaneki didn't know that Hide knew and Hide didn't tell him he knew until the end where HE OFFERED HIM HIS OWN FLESH SO KANEKI COULD REGENERATE A LARGE WOUND and then dedicated the next three years of his life to helping Kaneki's shitshow of a life from the shadows until he could come out of hiding bc an organization the controlled the world wanted him dead for knowing too much but that's a whole 'nother story lmao

#Johnny test #dukey #dukey johnny test #ken kaneki #hideyoshi nagachika #tokyo ghoul #polls #tumblr polls #best bff brawl #round 1 #tumblr tournaments

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hughessdemon · 11 months

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MEETING JACK FOR THE FIRST TIME || j.Hughes pwart 2

a/note : I don’t even know what to write anymore so help pls!!

after summer when Jack decided to officially leave Michigan for NJ , you were happier to see him move on .

You spent the whole year at Umich , you and Luke amended your relationship again .

somehow you ended up studying criminology even though you had no clue what tf you were gonna actually study , you weren’t book smart .

Luke somehow introduced you to Ethan , Dukey twins , Luca and ofc iconic Mark 😤

You seen Chelsea and her friends here and there on campus , but mostly she’s never home , traveling .

Along with that The boys were invited by the devils to play for a bit . So they all left during winter break 💀 boohoo

Ofc , being the introvert you were , you went home and never left your room unless needed to be .

winter break ended now , it’s 2020 new year nothing new because you can’t omit the fact that you have no friends basically .

2 months later

well ——— Covid happened , we’re all home quarantined so ofc no classes and no shit to do .

you basically lived off soda and chips half of the time , being awake all night more then you should be .

Most time you would be gaming with Luke and the boys or calling each other as the boredom go to you all .

Jack and Quinn surprisingly came home before all of the quarantine started. you were hesitant to even speak with Luke knowing Jack might overheard you on the phone .

One random night in May before your birthday . You get a random text from Jack on snap , it was like 4 am you were half sleeping not seeing the name you opened then text .

- jizzy : you awake ?

y/n is typing …..

Not knowing what absolutely to say as your eyes started to unravel the fact you opened his text and you can’t back out without saying something or you’ll seem ruder asf as usual.

- y/n : yeah I’m awake what’s up ?

the whole remaining night you texted him before he ended up stop texting you . you were so confused on why he even texted , like ???? isn’t he so popular amongst girls more now why am I his victim again ?

April came along the Quarantine mandate seems lift a little bit as people seem to go be out time to time .

10 am on a mf Sunday , you got a random call from Luke that he’s outside , “open the damn door it’s too hot out here .”

Opening upon the door you can well would’ve died there , when you made eye contact not only with Luke but as well Jack …

Awkwardly keeping the 6 ft rule you invite them in out of the embarrassment , you’re about to face . “ what’s the pleasure do I bring you two-.” As they both fell into your couch , Luke speaks up “you live by yourself now so why not visit your little dwarf house .” As he grabs on to your PlayStation console, as offended you were at the fact he called your little apartment a dwarf house , he wasn’t wrong as well .

The whole morning/afternoon, you three sat in weird awkwardness avoiding gazes from Jack as he seemed like he got a staring problem.

They left after lunch , giving you a sigh of relief and then you were able to get back to sleeping . Hallelujah 😤✋

you got a snap from Jack around 3 am this time but you didn’t reply but yet you still opened it .

- jizzy: I’m sorry just showing up with Luke but I really want to speak with you , I’ve kinda grown up better and changed so can we be on good terms again ?

seen by y/n

Baffled asf , you were didn’t know whether he’s messing with you or something . You just left him on seen . You knew you lost those feelings , it’s not middle school anymore it’s life a young adult life .

But unsure in the morning what you felt about this whole situation , you call up the one dumbest person you know …. Trevor Z

you explain the whole survival and situation thing with him baffled as he was , he seemed be sincere with the advice he gave you “ just listen what ever you do just know you’re both young enough to make many mistakes especially during this time.” not knowing entirely what he meant but you still thanked him .

debating to text him back all day , led you up to his house instead , knocking at the door unconsciously , the blue eyed Jack was the one who opened it . You never came back to the house ever…. since he stole your kiss that night . breath hitched you ask “you wanted to explain something?” you slightly smile at him . he letted you in , leading you up to his room so his brothers don’t question why you’re at the house ……

closing the door behind you , he sat you down on the bed , few minutes of awkward silence . you broke it “so what did you mean you’ve been wanting to be on good terms again , I thought we were ?” you look at him with a puppy face unconsciously . ew

“Are we really even on good terms ? You seemed to be avoiding me since senior year , barely spoke with me since my draft ? why.” before you were able to speak he started talking again- “also I’m sorry what happened when I kissed you I shouldn’t have done that but I liked you I didn’t know how to express it .” hit with all those words and not knowing what to say , you just looked at him with emotions everywhere …. not knowing if what you’re about to do is right or wrong but he just looks … mmmh no words to describe him really . you kissed him you kissed him you kissed Jack Hughes ?

His eyes widened. “Wow.” he chuckled mockingly but you just kept looking at him for an answer. Immediately something lit up and you ran a hand through your face. “Oh God, I’m sorry… I wasn’t myself… I …” you get off the bed but get pulled back down , “hey hey look at me…. It’s okay I needed that .” he looked at you his blue eyes darkening into lust , flustered as you were . your mind was no where thinking to run away ….. Looking deeply in her eyes, he pulled his hand back toward him and slipped it in the front of her shirt. At first he found more shirt, but reaching further around he finally found her bare hip. She leaned her head into his and they both knew it was over. The fight didn't matter anymore. They wanted each other, and they wanted each other now.

few days later , barely processing on what the fuck you just did . you were clearly ignoring Jack , well the whole damn Hughes family . Jack didn’t get text you at all ever since that day …. Again we’re back to high school I guess

You definitely made a mistake but a good mistake…. you’re never gonna admit that . at all

life was getting back to normal , back to university, and Jack and Quinn left again for their teams . sad but happiness filled you up and you don’t ever have to see him again ……

||Summer of 2022||

at last summer break again . the last two half in year , you were busy going back n fourth to classes , crimes scenes to study .

you haven’t spoke to Jack since April of 2020 , Luke signed his life away to the Devils … so he’s leaving as well to live with Jack , clearly not happy one of your only friends is leaving you but you’re happy for him.

you also learnt from Ethan, that Jack has a girlfriend, being the little shit you are and from your deep resentment towards him , you looked at her instagram, she looked …. beautiful really beautiful .

feelings hurt a little, but what were you gonna do , you and Jack always had a weird relationship.. a secret one preferably.

summer , you did not have the time to be resting , you still woke up at random times of the day to assist in crime scenes , help out with the detectives. Focuses away from your personal life .

Luke invited you to a farewell party, you didn’t know Jack was home , you unknowingly accepted the invite to their house again ( you stooped beach )

arriving in a black skims dress , with Ethan by your side . knocked at the door to see him again…. Oh wtf was playing in your head . why is he home again ? you snap back when Ethan tells you to come in but you’re still standing on front of him , looking up and down at your outfit choice, he seemed pleased with it .

walking in , you sure was curious if his new girl was here , but it looked like she wasn’t ? Why , you greeted the boys parents , Quinn as well before you went on to give Lukey a big hug “ you’re leaving me to soon Lukey .” you pout towards him, slightly chuckling at you and hitting your shoulder he walks away .

you spent the the whole night avoiding Jack by clinging onto Mark and he was your life savior at times . Also Trevor randomly showed up too … awkward

All the boys seemingly randomly agreed to go on a night boat ride , not wanting to go because of the cold chilly weather at night , you stayed back … and ofc he did too fucking hell

sitting on the porch to avoid him and waiting for the boys to arrive back , and mostly how bad the parents jokes were getting at kitchen table sent you out here . looking at your feed nothing to do or see really .

You heard the door open , looking back you see himself about to get up he tells you “sit down we need to talk actually this time”. He sat down few stairs from you. you nervous about what’s happening you spoke up “really is there anything you need to say , everything is over dude it’s been two years .” You look down at him “can we try again Y/N as friends with benefits I don’t want our feelings in the mix of this again, I don’t either wanna hurt you I’m only home for summers you know that.” he looks turning back to you touching your thighs , shocked and confused you were , concerned about the fact he has a girlfriend. “Don’t you have a girlfriend Hughes ?” immediately replying to you “no we broke up conflicting schedules you know .” shaking your head in disbelief . “Oh so I’m a rebound Jack Hughes ?” he got up so fast when you said that , he didn’t like that you said it but deep down he knew it was true , you were always there when he needed to get off .

Your mind was still clouded with inappropriate thought from earlier that day, but this time the boy you dreamed in her fantasy was no longer a stranger. He had a face and a name. Jack Hughes . Ever since their conversation he was all she could think of which bothered her because until this day she'd never felt that way about him.

You shook your head agreeing to Jack deal , every summer he’s home he’s in your bed , no feelings attached no more

#jack hughes #jack hughes nhl #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes game #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes insta edit #nj devils #jack hughes wife

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Okay, so since the overall vote on the poll about sharing my headcanon on Johnny Test was 100% yes, I will be telling you guys what it is! Now, before I say it, because I know some people are extremely judgmental and/or extremely hateful about it, don't even bother sending hate to me if you don't like it. Just either block me or don't interact with my content that's involving it. If you genuinely don't know much about it and want to know more, just try and ask about it nicely and I'll happily answer, else I might mistake it for hate and block you lol.

I headcanon that Johnny age regresses. He doesn't do it often, and only does it when he's alone or alone with Dukey, who kinda(?) acts as his caregiver while in this state. If you want, I can totally write and expand on it more ! Just send an ask in my ask box about it and I'll do it ASAP!

#johnny test #johnny test headcanons #age regression #sfw agere #age regressor #little space

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I finally wrote a thing!! ugh writing sucks how do writers do it?

919 words of dukexiety fluff because I said so

Silence in Black and White

Remus was used to his boy toy sleeping at random times. He was also used to finding him in only a T-shirt and boxers, starfished on top of the covers, or with the covers bunched at the foot of the bed. He was always so cute when he was asleep.

It was one of those days when Remus' skin was crawling and he needed physical affection. He was all showered and clean because the hot water was like a hug. It wasn't enough, but his Scare Bear was snoozing.

Remus planted his bouncy booty on the bed, next to his fallen angel, and sighed. He was so drained and twitchy, but he was not about to wake Virgil, not when he was sleep deprived. It was frustrating but Remus could be considerate and kind when he wanted to be.

He leaned over and rested his forearms on his knees. Maybe he was shivering because he was cold since he was only in a pair of undies. Maybe he could get under the covers to warm up instead of getting dressed. Maybe he could snuggle up to his sleepy spider and scratch his itch.

It was so quiet

So lonely

"Mmm," Virgil grumbled and rolled on his side. Remus glanced back and smiled softly at him. This man was too adorable.

Remus returned to his hunched posture and ran his hands over his face. He couldn't wake Virgil. He was too cute like this!

He jolted when two arms wrapped around his belly and rubbed his bare skin.

"Puppy," Virgil said and sat up. His usually deep voice was even deeper with sleep. He rested his chin on Remus' shoulder and nuzzled his cheek.

"Scare Bear, I thought you were sleeping," Remus giggled. He would love to hear Virgil talking with that sleep soaked voice for hours, getting goosebumps from the embers of words. Virgil had other plans that he would love all the same. Remus purred in the back of his throat as Virgil kissed down his neck, lingering with each press of his lips.

"I need a teddy duke," Virgil grumbled and rubbed his cheek against Remus' back.

"Do you now?" Remus jeered, shaking from the delicate touches.

Virgil was not playing silly little games. He dragged Remus down onto the sheets. He snickered at the squawk his boyfriend let out.

"Need my cozy cuddlefish," Virgil muttered and hugged him closer, pressing up against his back.

"You don't need me to keep warm," Remus teased and squirmed in his tight hold, "You're hotter than hell!"

"Shh, my nightmares are scared of you," Virgil huffed fondly and slowly covered his shoulder with kisses. Remus was going to melt into a puddle of dukey if he kept this up!

"I'm your nightmare," he teased and tried to pry Virgil's arms away from him, just a little bit.

"Mmm, you're a dream and I'm a nightmare," Virgil muttered against his electrified skin.

"Are you being emo?" Remus giggled and gave up trying to get some breathing room. He didn't need to breathe. He needed to be consumed.

"My sheets, my covers, and the headboard. I'll be a king if you are a queen," Virgil continued softly and nuzzled him. He was still so sleepy! How could Remus ever complain about these adorable moments when he got all the affection he could ever want?

"I just fell in love for the first time, watch as I pick myself up off the ground. In the dark I'm so far from the spotlight. Can you see me now?"

"I can't see you!" Remus said with a giggle, "Let me roll over so I can return the favor! Or at least so we can nipple dock!"

"Mm, nah, it's my turn to be a sap," Virgil hummed, "Let me misquote Hawthorne Heights and hold you."

"But I want to see your face when you fall asleep again!" Remus whined.

"You'll just kiss my stupid face and then try to eat it," Virgil mumbled.

"Who wouldn't be driven to madness when gazing upon the sublime? I won't eat your brilliant face this time, but I'll kiss it once your eyes are closed!" Remus jeered and wiggled, trying to roll over.

"I sleep with one eye open so I can see you breathing. I follow your chest home," Virge grumbled and reluctantly loosened his hold.

Remus rolled over and finally got to see his Scare Bear. He wanted to squeal. Virgil's hair was messy and his droopy eyes were locked onto his Trash Bat. His soft smile was so warm and adoring, Remus was actually torn between leaving it be and smooching it away.

"I can see you!" Remus giggled and cozied up to his chest. Spider tits were the best things to snuggle!

"I can hear you breathing, exhale," Virgil mumbled and hugged him, gently rubbing his arm.

"Stalkerish!" Remus teased and kissed his throat.

"I know," Virgil muttered, "I'm outside of your window with my radio."

"I know," Remus hummed and closed his eyes. He was warm and safe and his skin wasn't crawling.

"You are the only station," Virgil mumbled, slowly fading, "You play the song I know."

"Scare Bear, get some rest, I won't go anywhere," Remus sighed fondly and kissed his chest.

"You are the song I know," Virgil muttered as he slipped into sleep again.

Remus giggled and clung to him like an octopus, stealing his warmth and affection. Yeah, he loved his sweet cuddly Scare Bear no matter how awake!

#dukexiety #sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #sanders side fic #suck it ronni i can write too!!! ={P

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theimprobabledreamersworld · 2 years

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“I’ll be damned if i don’t make you smile at least once today.” or “You could punch me in the face and i would still want you ngl.” with Dukexiety 👉🏼👈🏼?

Hehe, I liked both of those too much... So I present both prompts in one story!

Hope you like it Vin 💚🖤💚

Writing taglist: @red-imeanblue @lost-in-thought-20 @jwillowwolf

Warnings: A couple of suggestive remarks and one count of swearing.

I'll Always Want You

Today was a working overtime day for Virgil. The anxiety function was constantly on the go since Thomas was auditioning for a new show. He had to make sure that the pre-audition nerves were at full capacity so he could then ease up at the last minute and let Roman take over.

Thomas got to the audition two hours early which made Logan happy because it meant that he was organised, but it meant that Virgil had to continuously come up with new material in order to keep Thomas on edge. It was his job after all, but he was glad that he wasn’t seen just as that anymore. Thomas’ name was finally called and Roman took centre stage, patting Virgil on the shoulder as he did so.

Virgil exhaled and slumped over as the exhaustion took over. He was going to need at least two… maybe three days to recover from this. He walked back to his room; each step heavier than the last. He could feel irritation and frustration radiate through him, and he hoped that no-one would see him until he had some sleep, especially not his boyfriend… Virgil knew that he could be pretty mean when he was over-exhausted.

He opened his door after about three attempts of doing so, and immediately collapsed on the bed. Virgil sighed and felt his eyes begin to close as his head sank on the pillow. That was until his door was kicked open which woke him up with a jolt.

“C’mon Lazy Bones! What are you still doing in bed? And without me, might I add.” Virgil groaned as he pushed himself up to see Remus leaning against the doorframe wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at his final statement. Virgil collapsed back onto the bed as he heard Remus’ footsteps approach him.

“It would be unwise to be in my company right now, Dukey.” Virgil attempted to be threatening but he was too tired to really try. He jolted again as Remus threw himself on the bed and wrapped his arms around Virgil tight.

“Since when have I ever been wise, Spiderboy?” Remus asked while peppering kisses all over Virgil’s face causing him to laugh in response and groan at the fact that he wasn’t being allowed to sleep. He turned around and buried his head in Remus’ chest which caused Remus to chuckle in response.

“The only person that should be making you this tired is me.” Remus muttered as Virgil looked up at him and smiled.

They fell into a comfortable silence as Remus stroked his hair, this is a side of him that was only reserved for Virgil. He vowed that no one else would ever know that he could be sweet and sentimental… He had a reputation to uphold after all. Even though Virgil couldn’t help but tease him on occasion, he didn’t mind keeping it between them. It made it more special. He felt Remus place two fingers under his chin and lift it up, smirking at the soft smile on Virgil’s face.

“There we go.” Remus said softly, and Virgil raised an eyebrow in confusion. Remus wrapped his arms around Virgil tighter, pulling him closer. “I know it’s been a tough day for you Vee Vee. So I’ll be damned if I don’t make you smile at least once today.” Virgil smiled even more as a response, he took one of Remus’ hands off his back and held it in his own.

“I’ll never understand why you want me sometimes.” Virgil sighed, Remus frowned at the statement and sat the two of them up so he could look Virgil in the eyes.

“Vee… Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else! Hell! You could punch me in the face, and I would still fucking want you, not gonna lie... So don’t ever think that, okay?” Virgil stared into Remus’ eyes, the brown with flecks of green and gold dancing with sincerity. Virgil nodded; a silent promise being made.

Remus smiled and pulled them both back down onto the bed, finally letting a more relaxed Virgil sleep soundly.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #ts virgil #ts remus #dukexiety #romantic dukexiety #tw suggestive #tw swearing #fluff #ts fanfics #sanders sides fanfiction

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Flossing

Meet Cute Monday 42

Tag Team Tournament Day 2

Prompt: "so you kissed them , and then you…" "ran away"

For Leo - you mentioned the original concept ages ago and I've finally finished writing it. Must have sat about for at least 2 months half written. 😘❤️

Plus a prompt to finish it properly.

(No hitchhiker links despite it being number 42)

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

…………………………………….

Duke stared at his siblings scattered around his dorm room. They'd been slowly making their appearance one or two at a time since lunchtime, all claiming they wanted to escape Bruce for some reason and 'his' dorm was the perfect escape. Dick and Jason had magiced up some beer from somewhere, Jason encouraging the under age drinking while Dick shushing him trying to put a stop to the encouragement. Cass, Steph and Tim were playing an elaborate card game which made no sense and the rules seemed to change every few turns when Dick said something or a keyword, it confused him. Damian had also surprisingly turned up with a hamster stolen from somewhere and was cooing over it, giving dark looks to anyone who came close.

How they fit, Duke couldn't tell and what Bruce did was still a mystery so he sighed and just sat on his bed watching the carnage in his tiny room at University of Metropolis.

"Soooo… why didn't you hide at a safe house or as you're at Metropolis with Kon and Jon?"

"Well Dukey, we don't want Bruce to find all our safe houses and the Kents have a Clark. Who for some reason likes the Old Bat."

Steph parroted to Duke while her eyes completely focused on what Cass was about to do with her card.

"Ignore Blondie! We wanted to see our baby bro! To celebrate how you may also have made your next steps in escaping B's child trap. First acting in day time, now in Supes city. Soon you'll have flown the lofty nest."

"He didn't even have to die."

"Shut it Dickwad. That doesn't even stop the Old man."

Errrr… Duke still wasn't sure how to respond to Jason at times. It kinda made sense, choosing Metropolis was a compromise he had had with Bruce and his bizarre helicoptering and distant parenting style. He was safe as Clark did (far to regularly for his liking) check-in on him. But it was a new city with a very weird feeling. There was much too much light and sunshine, and that was something coming from a light based meta. Never mind, Supes sorted the villains out and he finally had the opportunity to study (when not repeatedly bumping into the cutie he'd encountered on campus which occasionally distracts him) uninterrupted by disaster drama that followed the Wayne's.

Sighing and deciding to ignore the headache his older siblings were implying, Duke squeezed himself next to Tim.

"Deal me in the next round… and can you explain the rules?"

Cass nodded at Duke with a wild gleam of mischief in her eyes as Tim started to explain the complex nonsensical logic and aim of the game. Duke already regretted it. He was certain to lose unless he had… assisted help.

As the evening wore on and the chaos expanded and games got… more edge… bite… dangerous (?) the Wayne's and Wayne adjecents (depending on whose view point) got more lovely and outlandish.

"Bet I can!"

"Nah, you'll lose your nerve."

"I won't."

"Sure, sure, whatever."

"Give it here and I'll prove it!"

Duke snatched the tooth floss from Steph's hands who stuck her tongue out at him as he rolled his eyes. Maybe all the sugary snacks wasn't a good idea as he felt the sugar high he was on flow through him. Pulsing and giving him that invincible feel that often came when Bruce praised him or he got Alfred's special smile. Meh! Never mind. With Steph's chants and Dicks hollars and Jason's hoots he wasn't going to back down now.

Tim inspected the floss knot he'd tidied to his room's miniature balcony (if you could really call it that even) while Damian watched impassively. Cass came up and gave him a good luck hug. Or he hoped it was a good luck hug and not a goodbye baby brother as he falls to his doom. Bats can't die right?? They always seem to come back if they do.

"Stay safe little brother."

Duke nodded with a serious expression. He was doing this for his team. His own honour. To show Steph that it could be done! Once Tim had given the knots and everything his approval he handed Duke the tooth floss and stepped back.

"All set and ready to abseil."

Climbing over the balcony rails Duke gave a small wave to his siblings. This was madness but he wasn't backing down now.

"See you on the other side!"

Duke started to make his way down the building's side.

He passed the floor below him.

He passed the next.

The floss seemed to be straining a little more than he was expecting… or was expecting but had hoped wouldn't happen.

He regretted this so much. Living on the 5th perhaps was not the best of ideas now.

Actively using his meta abilities he could see the floss snapping moments in the future. Darting his eyes to the next floor down he was relieved, though a little paranoid, seeing a balcony covered in plants and climbers. Maneuvering around Duke aimed his descent towards the slightly softer and more easily to hold balcony.

Seconds later, the floss broke as he predicted. He could hear his siblings shout as Duke fell but saved himself on the tiny (made even tinier with all the plant pots and greenery) balcony with a loud thud.

Lights inside the room burst on and the doors opened with a spiked baseball, much like Harley's appearing in his face. Duke hadn't even had the chance to look up and he focused on the makeshift weapon wavering too near for comfort.

Plants and a baseball bat were a bad sign. Had Harley and Ivy really escaped Gotham? Is his small little resident in Metropolis really the home to Gotham Rogues hiding away from the Bats while they plot their demise??

Duke gulped and slowly raised his eyes up the baseball bat to the owner of the weapon before gasping in relief.

And embarrassment.

Of all the people.

Why??

Kill him now!

Perhaps Harley and Ivy were a better option after all.

Before him stood the cutie, with the light haloing her casting her shadow onto him, who he may have a small, not so large, tiny crush.

The woman who distracts him in the library with just a small scent of her floral perfume. The woman who he keeps an eye out for, whose dark hair shimmers blue when the sun hits it, as she walks through the university courtyard. The woman who gives him heart attacks when he witnesses her coffee order when he encounters her in his favourite coffee shop.

And she didn't look happy.

In fact she looked ferocious. A Valkyrie ready for war.

Nothing like the sweet clumsy cutie he bumps into.

She shifted her weight casting the light onto Dukes face causing him to squint at her.

"I'm sorry… I errr… I didn't mean to crash into your plants but my… string… broke and well, it was this or the ground."

"String?"

Her voice had a soft accent intriguing Duke further. He'd not heard it when she ordered her coffee.

"My… siblings and I are… were playing games. I was dared to abseil down the building."

Her face constricted into a puzzled frown as she tilted her head before moving her bat away from Duke. Her eyes suddenly widened in shock or recognition.

"Coffee guy!"

"Ummm… I usually go by Duke."

"Marinette."

Her accent was still there but less pronounced as she offered him her hand to stand up.

"I really am sorry about crushing your plants."

Duke took the proffered hand and ended up standing far closer than he was expecting. She filled his senses as the pair stood in the minute space of the balcony's doorway. His hand was still in hers. The vat still in her others his traitorous mind supplied.

"It's too dark to see the damage really. I'll check on them in the morning. Most of them are hardy plants anyway and more than likely have seen worse over the years."

Marinette took a step to move away back into the apartment leaving Duke missing the warmth of her nearness. He stepped in following her. Reluctant, despite his embarrassment, to miss this opportunity.

"I guess you'll want to take the more traditional way back to your siblings."

Her smile was filled with mirth and eyes twinkled with hidden meanings, enrapturing Duke further. Despite the unconventional meeting she didn't seem too upset about a crash-landed balcony visit. Almost as if this was not an unfamiliar event to occur. Duke followed her into the apartment nodding with agreement to her statement.

"Yeah… they'll probably be worried."

"At least you aren't a dead body on the ground so that'll hopefully reassure them a bit."

"Hmmm…" Duke thought of Dick's over the top protective-ness. Jason, and Tim he supposed, paranoia. All his siblings tended to jump to dramatic conclusions when worried. "Probably not. I should… I should really go. Thank you, or well, thank you for having a nearby balcony to save me. I really thought the string would hold at least another floor, or two, maybe."

"It's ok. Just buy me my coffee as a thanks."

Duke could hear the joking in her tone but he was willing to do so. Not just for a reason to talk to her again. As they reached the door, Duke felt a sense of bravery flood through him. He'd survived his siblings all evening. He survived a near (unvillianess) death AND he got to talk to his crush… and learn her name.

Marinette looked up at Duke as he paused by the door turning back to her. With that confidence… or was it the adrenaline that was still flowing through him, Duke impulsively leant down and kissed Marinette's cheek. They both froze in surprise.

"I, yeah, oh god! See you around."

Duke bolted.

In the stairwell he collided into the frantic looking Jason.

"You're alive!!!"

"What? Yes. I'm alive. I kissed her!"

"What?!"

"I kissed her, Jason!!!"

"So… you kissed her and then…"

"... I ran away…"

"Yeah, Right, nope! I'm not equipped to deal with this. We're going back upstairs now. Goldie and Blondie and deal with this nonsense. And ya going tell us how ya not dead or kidnapped."

"I kissed her and ran away… I'm going to owe her two coffees now."

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #duke x marinette #marinette x duke #tag team tournament #ttt2022 #rarepair #rare pair #rare flair

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Black Friday Special

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51809206 by Exeus Giant multiversal gay sex orgy starring Yujiro Hanma, Dukey Nukey and Hagrid, has some Echo607 towards the end. Written as one big giant funny joke between me and my friends. Words: 710, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Gaia's Melody (Video Game), Ram Ranch - Grant MacDonald (Song), ケンガンアシュラ | Kengan Ashura (Manga), ケンガンアシュラ | Kengan Ashura (Anime), Original Work, Ittsuverse, If The Emperor Had A Text To Speech Device, Undertale (Video Game), グラップラー刃牙 | Baki the Grappler, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Monster Girl Quest, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Gandalf (Tolkien), Kitten (If the Emperor had a Text to Speech Device), Echo607, Emperor of Mankind (Warhammer 40.000), The Emperor, Magnus the Red (Warhammer 40.000), Adeptus Custodes Ensemble (Warhammer 40.000), Rubeus Hagrid, Albus Dumbledore, Dukey Nukey, Billy Bob Tanley, Ernesto "Che" Guevara, Jun Guevaru (Baki), Hanma Yujiro, Hanma Baki, Wakatsuki Takeshi, Pickle (Baki), Nomi no Sukune, Asgore Dreemurr Relationships: None Additional Tags: Why Did I Write This?, Black Friday, Ram Ranch Lore read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51809206

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

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The Florist and The Tattoo Artist

Day 1: Tattoo Shop/Florist @dukexietyweek

Author’s Note: It’s Spooky Gays week bbs! You all remember last year when I said I'd write a fic to this exact prompt based on my post? Of course you do! I of course did not write it yet B U T don't scroll away just yet I promise there's something. I've written a little snippet (I say snippet as if it isn't literally half of one of the chapters) on one of the scenes that happen in the story but I made sure to write in a way where you don’t really need the whole fic to understand what’s going on. With that being said enjoy I guess!

Summary: Pretty much just Remus coming up with a tattoo design for Virgil and asking him out on a date.

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1018

Warnings: Food Mention, I guess Remus mentioning his ass I don't know there's not really much here so I think just those should be fine

"Y'know for a tattoo artist I'd expect you to have at least one." Virgil commented as he started watering the beautifully grown plants in the shop. "Oh I do I gave myself a tentacle sword one on the right side of my ass." Remus answered casually. "How did- Y'know what I don't wanna know." The tattoo artist cackled at seeing Virgil shake off the impressive yet disturbing thought.

"Trust me I'm gonna get more soon. So what about you, have you ever thought about getting a tatt?"

"I mean... I wouldn't mind getting one I just don't know of what." The florist shrugged as he finished watering the plants and walked back to the counter. "Well for starters where do you want it?" Remus asked. Virgil thought about it for a moment. Despite the florist's appearance he never thought that far ahead about where'd he even get a tattoo let alone hoped for one in the first place but knowing the tattoo artist, the mustached man would probably come up with a big or possibly suggestive kind of design for him so he went the safe route.

"I don't know probably like..." Virgil started rolling down his sleeve and pushed his wristbands and bracelets out of the way and pointed to his wrist and forearm. "On my wrist or forearm or somewhere around there." "Hmm..." Remus suddenly took Virgil's arm and started lightly tracing the design he had in mind on the emo's wrist area. The florist fought back from shivering at the touch already knowing the smug words that would come out of the tattoo artist's mouth if he did or looked back up and saw how much he was blushing but luckily Remus was still distracted with figuring out the design.

How did we get to this... One moment we're working across from each other and I'm trying to kick you out of here as much as possible on the daily and next thing I know I can't get enough of your stupid flirting...

"Got it."

Virgil immediately snapped out of his thoughts once he heard Remus speak again. "I think something like a stormcloud with patches on your wrist would look good. Something like... OOH! Do you have any paper?" Virgil looked under the counter and found his sketchbook and handed it to Remus with a pencil. The florist mentally hoped and prayed the tattoo artist didn't carelessy flip the pages too fast and see the drawing of him on the very last page.

If he asks or says anything just tell him it's Freddie Mercury but edgy.

But Virgil instantly relaxed when Remus thankfully started sketching the design on the first empty page he spotted which was in the middle of the book.

Remus was known to be fast with his sketches but he made sure everything was detailed and perfect to the point where he didn't even need to use the eraser. After a minute or two Remus finally finished the drawing and looked at it satisfied. "Like this."

Once the tattoo artist flipped the sketchbook over to reveal the design, Virgil stared at it amazed. When Remus said a stormcloud with patches he certainly delivered. It was so detailed that the emo even immediately knew what colors he wanted it all to be.

"Woah holy shit that actually looks pretty badass!" "Thank you! I tend to give only the best for my Muses~" Remus winked smirking as he put the sketchbook back down.

Wink at me with those damn pretty eyes one more fucking time and I'll give you something to be smug about

Virgil cleared his throat blushing. "I'll think about it." "Cool just let me know and I'll give it to you for free." The florist went wide eyed at hearing that. Normally people would be grateful for not having to pay for a tattoo but the thought of Remus possibly needing the money one day just didn't sit right with Virgil.

"What? Ree no no no I can't but what if-"

"No butts except yours getting the tatt for free Vee Vee!" Remus booped Virgil's nose to which the florist sighed defeated trying to swat the tattoo artist's hand away. "Fine." Virgil playfully huffed and crossed his arms looking away. "Good..." Remus suddenly smirked. "Fair warning though tatt's on the wrist hurt like a bitch but I'll gladly hold your hand if you need me to~" He teased wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up." A flustered Virgil playfully hit a cackling Remus' shoulder.

"But if you really wanna pay me back I'll also take a date as a form of payment~"

"Not that I'm immediately saying yes or anything but what did you have in mind?"

"There's an Italian restaurant down the street... I know how much you love pizza and bread sticks~" Remus took Virgil's hand and kissed it smirking as the emo's face became even redder.

Can you stop making me wanna fucking kiss you for 10 seconds!?

"Alright fine you had me at the pizza and bread sticks." Virgil said not letting go of Remus' hand. The tattoo artist beamed at hearing that. "Really? Well how does tonight after we both close sound?" Virgil couldn't help but smile at Remus' eagerness. He missed seeing that pretty spark of excitement in the tattoo artist's eyes. "I'd like that." "Yes!" Remus fist pumped whispering victoriously to himself.

"You won't be disappointed-"

The tattoo artist was cut off by his phone alarm ringing to which he dramatically sighed and turned it off.

"Looks like my lunch break is over... Meet back outside of here later?"

"Sounds good."

Remus smiled at the approval and before he could turn away and leave Virgil tugged him back to him and kissed his cheek causing him to freeze and blush. "Now go before I change my mind and you mess up your schedule and if you do, that won't be on the lips tonight." Virgil teased. "Yes Sir~" Remus smirked and quickly ran out of the shop and back to his job. Virgil chuckled and shook his head.

I'm in love with a dork.

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