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strawbeelemonade · 11 months

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PLATONIC HEADCANNONS: being miles morales best friend but your also a bit insane (Part 2!)

i'm gonna try to remember to start specifying when something is intended to be platonic or romantic.

🕷- I was literally unable to cram everything I wanted to say in the first one.

🕷- Miles is really only comfortable showing you his drawings.

🕷- He's an incredibly awkward guy, but the words come so easily when he hangs out with you. he doesn't choke up like he does with other people at school.

🕷- When he gets his powers his first instinct is to call you. He’s literally halfway through punching your number into the keypad until he stops and decides against it. He knows your number off by heart now.

🕷- You appear and disappear like a ghost its so random.

🕷- Honest to god, he lowkey thought you were homeless until you invited him over to watch Barbie Mermaidia.

🕷- “Bibble is so me.”

🕷- He’s the only person you let over at your place. its small and in the basement of an old apartment complex. the landlord couldn’t get anyone to pay to live there. you live alone.

🕷- You struck a deal, and they let you crash there as long as rent was on time and you fixed their washing machine for free.

🕷- Miles asked how you got to live there for so cheap. You tell him it’s because someone died on the couch he was sitting on.

🕷- He sits on the floor.

🕷- Miles is so eager to share his new powers with someone.

🕷- No seriously, between all the stress and lying and anxiety its nice to let himself get excited about it. To let himself have fun and see what he can do.

🕷- You guys TOTALLY video tape him trying out his new powers for the first time.

🕷- I can imagine you finding an abandoned alleyway on some random ass street after school and filming Miles Trying to do a backflip LMAO.

🕷- You gotta fish him out of a trashcan after he tries to spider climb up the wall.

🕷- You know that thing where a group of friends duck tapes one of their friends to a wall for fun? You get miles to do that to you.

🕷- You guys can’t stop laughing, The best memories of your lives are in those videos.

🕷- He’ll take you up to the top of buildings to show you the graffiti art he painted!! he’ll let you sign it off with a dick and balls or a heart if you want. You guys do homework up there together as well.

🕷- ’M & (Y/I) were here’ has been painted on every available surface of New York.

🕷- You both have the bright idea to hop on his back and go web slinging around the neighbourhood. He can carry you easily.

🕷- Miles decides If you don’t tell him to slow down, then he’s not going fast enough.

🕷- You NEVER tell him to slow down.

🕷- “Faster!!!“

🕷- Now that he’s got super strength he can put you in an inescapable headlock, he doesn’t do it too tight but he holds you there until you tap out.

🕷- He takes you to the coolest spots with the best views.

🕷- You regularly cover for him.

🕷- “We were at Jamba Juice the whole time officer I swear.”

🕷- Miles side eyes you knowing damn well he was no where NEAR a Jamba Juice.

🕷- ’Thanks’ he’d mouth.

🕷- You and Petter B will get along like a house on fire.

🕷- While Miles is extremely unimpressed by him, you don’t seem to care about any pre-existing expectations one might have when you think of the guy behind the mask of Spider-Man, your cracking jokes and feeding your pet rat a couple of French fries while the three of you sit in the diner, planning your next moves carefully.

🕷- Peter B can tell you’re a good kid. He’s at an age where a lot of your batshit tendencies don’t really faze him as long as your not hurting yourself.

🕷- Speaking of which.

🕷- When him and Miles get the chance to talk alone he warns him that he needs to be careful.

🕷- He tells him that normal relationships aren’t possible anymore. And stresses to him what a life like this can mean for your loved ones. especially since you found out his secret. This line of work isn’t just dangerous for Miles, but for you as well.

🕷- Miles is a little shaken after the conversation, no matter how gently Peter tries to put it. But what he’s implying is clear. He tries to shake it off and enjoy the time you both spend together. He won’t admit to himself that Peter is right just yet.

🕷- It’s just so easy to tell you everything and rely on you.

🕷- There will be a moment sometime in the future when reality sets in, but for now Miles makes the same mistake every Spider-Man does.

🕷- He has a best friend. :(

🕷- On the other hand, Peter comes to the staggering realisation that your actually extremely prone to accidents and danger all on your own. And he appropriately does a complete 180 from ‘casually distant bum-uncle' to ‘I am your dad now’.

🕷- It’s Nothing personal, kid. now stop trying to get in the middle of fights with dangerous criminals and let the adult— or at least the guys with super strength, stamina, speed and resilience— handle it.

🕷- He demands you stay out of the crossfire, but, to no one’s surprise you don’t listen.

🕷- You’re willing to throw yourself in front of Miles to shield him from anything, much to your best friends terror.

🕷- You hold your own surprisingly well against opponents that would be considered reasonable threats otherwise. You’re resourceful, grabbing anything and everything you can get your hands on. you get a terrifying look in your eye.

🕷- No matter how impressed Peter is, He will slingshot you around with his web-shooters to propel you out of the way of oncoming attacks. He will do this for both of you, but feels the need to do it less for Miles. He knows he can take what’s on the other end of the punch. But No matter how untouchable you make yourself out to be, you can’t.

🕷- “Do I want kids?”

🕷- He takes you on as his responsibility just as much as he does Miles.

🕷- Spider-Gwen also looks out for you in battle.

🕷- She’s more laid back, and even a little suave about it too.

🕷- She secretly wishes she had someone like you in her universe. What she wouldn’t give to decompress with you after a long day of patrolling New York.

🕷- She’s actually the most normal about you having a pet rat. You know, the one you grabbed out of a garbage can in a subway station. Yeah, That rat.

🕷- Miles watches you both get along like a house on fire and just quietly falls behind you both since he’s not sure what to do or say.

🕷- He’s so awkward, poor guy.

🕷- Your tendency to go off for days at a time ignites everyone’s curiosity. it’s a concerning habit, and Gwen even endeavours to follow you to see where you disappear to so often.

🕷- She’s unsuccessful.

🕷- It's never said out loud, but when she’s facing the one-way ticket home she finds herself wanting to stay just a bit longer. Not just for Miles, but for you to… She wonders what you’ll get up to while she’s gone.

🕷- …

🕷- Peter Porker vibes with you so hard.

🕷- no wait don’t scroll away wait

🕷- he WILL gift you the freakishly large cartoon mallet. Sorry, but miles didn’t appreciate it for what it was.

🕷- He would be cracking jokes and doing bits with you through out the whole goddamn movie.

🕷- Miles can usually let you do your own thing without sparing a second glance, but the looney tunes laws of physics that Porker exhibits WILL rub off on you at least a little.

🕷- It’s contagious. And when you start flattening eachother into to perfect discs it freaks everyone out a little.

🕷- He’s got enough to worry about in the plot,,, Damn,,

🕷- Spider Noir teaches you how to throw a good punch

🕷- in exchange you let him mess with your phone as much as he wants

🕷- "how the hell do you work this thing?"

🕷- He likes you, he thinks you got a lot of guts.

🕷- You were actually the one to design Miles’ suit. He took inspiration from one of your drawings in your school notebook.

🕷- You've always believed in him, and that made him believe in himself too.

#spider man #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #into the spiderverse #you guys are cutie patooties #spider noir #spiderman into the spiderverse #peter porker #gwen stacy #spider gwen

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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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nitpick7 · 3 years

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Ayo anyone wanna see my essay on why removing Anybody Have A Map made the Dear Evan Hansen movie worse? It is slightly long

Disclaimer: I did like the movie (I cried three times), but I think they made some stupid decisions with it.

Dear Evan Hansen movie + musical spoilers under the cut, plus a fair amount of DEH neg/crit

Instead of Anybody Have A Map, they just have Evan's mom say "Hey are you writing those letters to yourself? Also you should ask the kids to sign your cast" before he goes to school and sings Waving Through A Window. They ignore every other part of the song and quickly insert the only thing from the song that's absolutely needed to understand the story so Evan can go be angsty at school. We don't even meet the Murphys until they meet Evan in the principal's office to tell him about Connor.

Disclaimer part 2 electric boogaloo: I complain about Evan a lot here. It's not because I think his experiences aren't valid and it's not because I'm trying to demonize people with mental illnesses or something. I know that his own struggles influenced his bad decisions. That doesn't mean they weren't bad decisions. He still did shitty things and he wasn't justified (listen to Words Fail), but I know it was influenced by his mental health.

On with the complaining!

First of all, the movie opens with Waving Through A Window? It feels like they're putting the most popular song first as a desperate grab for your attention to convince you the movie is good and like... they really didn't need to do that. Waving Through A Window is right after Anybody Have A Map, it's not like anyone's gonna walk out of the theatre after one (really good) song.

Anybody Have A Map establishes a few things: it shows us that both of these families are struggling so that we know immediately that the Murphys' perfect facade is fake, it shows us that Connor was a dick to his family (this is very important), and obviously it tells us why Evan was writing letters to himself. It also introduces us to the two main families at the same time so we know this story isn't just about Evan.

By starting the movie with an Evan solo song instead of the group song, they frame Evan as the one main character, the only person whose perspective we need to understand. But Evan is incredibly flawed, just like everyone else, and by making us think the story is only about him, it immediately makes us (the audience) more inclined to believe that Evan is always in the right and less inclined to consider everyone else's side of the story. Evan is an incredibly unreliable narrator, he's always going to frame his actions as correct, or at least excusable, even when he's actively hurting/lying to other people.

All of the Murphys get introduced through interacting with Evan instead of interacting with each other. This makes it seem like the Murphys only exist for Evan, but the entire point of the climax is that everything doesn't exist just for Evan! Evan is not part of their family, he can't just use everyone around him for his own benefit, and all of the Murphys have lives outside of him. When they're introduced through Evan, they're introduced as existing for Evan. Anybody Have A Map introduces them separately from Evan instead of attached to him.

Without Anybody Have A Map, we never actually see Connor being mean to Zoe, so she just looks like an asshole for not being sad about her dead brother. To make up for it, she's constantly having to tell the audience why she hated him, tripping over herself to talk about all the shitty things he did to her because we don't have Anybody Have A Map to show us their interactions. Zoe ends up complaining about her brother the entire time, so when it gets to Only Us and she says that she doesn't want everything to be about her brother, it seems out of character for her.

And with the removal of Anybody Have A Map, we don't ever see Connor interact with his own family in the movie. Anybody Have A Map is the only time we get to see Connor with his family. It shows us that Connor really was an asshole to his family, it justifies Zoe hating him, and it gives his mom more dimensions by showing her struggling to keep her family together even with everyone fighting against her. Without that, the writers ended up ignoring the most basic piece of writing advice - "show, don't tell" - to fill in the missing information from the song.

In the movie, all we get of Cynthia Murphy is... her being sad about Connor and refusing to admit that he ever did anything wrong. She's just boring and annoying in the movie, but in the musical, we get that bit at the beginning that shows her as an actual person with actual motivations! By cutting Anybody Have A Map, they made her into a more one-dimensional character.

So in a bit of a conclusion: Anybody Have A Map establishes the Murphys as main characters separate from Evan and shows us Connor's relationship with his family instead of telling us about it. It sets the scene for the story before just jumping into "Evan is sad and alone uwu anxious depressed soft boy" and makes everyone a better, more three-dimensional character. Getting rid of it meant that they had to do backflips to justify everyone's decisions during the movie instead of setting everything up at the beginning.

I do think the movie could've benefitted from Disappear but then again, it could've benefitted from the whole "Connor being the visual/vocal representation of Evan's justifications for why keeping up the lie is helping people" thing in general, but they got rid of that so Disappear wouldn't have worked. (I am salty that they got rid of that thing but whatever) The Anonymous Ones worked instead and it was a good song, so sure, why not I guess? /neutral

I could also complain about how they got rid of To Break In A Glove, Disappear, and Good For You, but none of those decisions actually impacted the story too much. To Break In A Glove and Good For You both got replaced with some tell-not-show cutscenes that gave us the same information in a less interesting way (and Larry got less character development without To Break In A Glove), and Disappear got replaced with an Alana song which was honestly pretty good so i'm fine with that one.

Now for some good changes that the movie made!

The Anonymous Ones was a good song, I actually really liked that. I'm disappointed that they got rid of Disappear, but they replaced it with another song that served the same purpose while also giving Alana more screen time and character depth! And it was a genuinely good song, I really enjoyed it and it made me like Alana more!

I really liked the ending of the movie. In the musical, there are literally no negative consequences for Evan, Zoe even forgives him at the end. She fucking forgives him for lying to her entire family about their dead son and and taking advantage of them because it "brought them closer together". And the internet never finds out what he did! He does all this terrible shit, lies to the entire fucking world, and gets away scot-free. And he never learns anything real about Connor. The movie changes all of that.

Connor's song was also a great addition! Every time we saw Connor in the musical, he was either being a dick or he was a fantasy version of himself made by Evan and/or Jared. Seeing that Connor can, in fact, be a nice person, that Cynthia's belief in him wasn't misplaced, was so satisfying. He really was just a meaner version of Evan a troubled kid lashing out at the world in self-defense. He wasn't an entirely bad person.

The Murphys still decide not to tell anyone what he did, but then Evan decides (on his own!) that he needs to own up to what he did. He records a video of himself admitting to what he did, shifts all the blame to himself, and then goes out of his way to fix his mistakes in any way he can. He says that his biggest regret is not getting to know Connor while he had the chance, so he goes online to find anything he can. He reads Connor's favorite books, tries to find anyone who might be able to tell him what Connor was like, and when he receives a video of Connor playing his song in rehab, he takes the time to send the video (through the mail, on a flash drive) to the Murphys, Jared, and Alana.

Evan doesn't contact Zoe at the end, she contacts him instead. She doesn't forgive him, and he doesn't ask for forgiveness. He knows what he did was wrong and he owns up to it and tries to fix it as much as possible, knowing full well that it could ruin his life. He does the right thing for the first time in the entire fucking movie (that's hardly even an exaggeration) and it's such a good ending. It makes more sense and is more satisfying than the musical.

The Dear Evan Hansen movie was not nearly as bad as the reviews say it was. It wasn't as good as the musical, it had its own problems, but it also made some good changes that I think made the story better. It wasn't perfect, but I enjoyed it and most movies aren't perfect anyway. It really could've benefitted from Anybody Have A Map, though.

#the first draft of this took 50 minutes to write and it was on discord #then i spent a solid hour editing it while at work #please appreciate me /hj #pie.txt #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen movie #dear evan hansen musical #dear evan hansen review #evan hansen #connor murphy #zoe murphy #cynthia murphy #larry mora #alana beck #i tagged a post for once now give me clout #/j /j

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shokobuns · 3 years

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– VALENTINE’S DATES (JJK EDITION)

ft. itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, gojo satoru, sukuna ryoumen, nanami kento, zenin maki (gn!reader)

GENRE: fluffy brainrot/headcanons! (whichever you consider these to be ig)

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNING(S): suggestive themes.

ITADORI YUUJI – he’s the type of person to record your date for memories. he has videos of you looking out into the sunset to you chomping down on a bunch of noodles like an animal. with that, you two would just go around and explore tokyo, taking advantage of any couples’ valentine’s day discounts. he’d probably ask gojo for advice (he hands him a condom), but it’s horrible and he’d probably figure that out from nanami. if it’s the first date, he’d be nervous as hell and it’d be noticeable considering how jumpy he is, but once you start getting comfortable with touching him, he’d relax more and adjust really quickly. if it lasts the whole day, by half the date, he’s kissing your cheek, holding your hand, and wrapping his arm around you. yuuji’s really sweet and he’s also a gentleman, holding the door for you and being mindful of if you’re having a good time or not. when you two finally kiss on the lips, he gets flustered as hell and hides his face into the crook of your neck.

THE GIFT – one of those bead necklaces that everyone makes at home. the colors are irregular and in no particular pattern, but your initials are on it with a heart. he doesn’t have much money with the exception of food, so he can’t afford a super glamorous gift, but you wear it with pride.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – would show up at your doorstep with your favorite flowers, but once he gets there, he’s debating on whether he should be there or not. he just wanted to do something nice for you on valentine’s day, but he’s also thinking “what if this is weird?” he’s another person that gojo gave advice to, but megumi tuned him out because he already knows to not trust him for this stuff. he’s all new to this couple type things, but he rings your doorbell anyways and he’s about to put down the flowers at your doorstep and run away, but it’s too late. you answer the door with a sundress on and this man forgets how to speak, so he just holds out a box of chocolates and the flowers without even looking you in the face. eventually, you ruffle his hair and go back into your house to gather some sandwiches, water, and a blanket for a picnic at a nearby park. you’d have to be the one to initiate the hand holding and his face gets so fucking red, too. at the park, he gets more comfortable, talking to you becomes easier and he lets you put butterfly clips in his hair because your face gets really close to his and he likes to give you little pecks on your nose when it happens.

THE GIFT – flowers and chocolate, letting you put clips in his hair without complaints

KUGISAKI NOBARA – she’s also the type to bring you around tokyo and spoil you on valentine’s day and she’s definitely more assertive on the date, too. she constantly has one hand on you, whether it’s on the small of your back or she’s holding yours, and she’s not shy about kissing your cheeks in public, either. nobara makes you try on clothes and if she really likes how the outfit looks on you, too, she’ll have no problem buying them at all. you two do that thing where you pick out outfits for each other and try them on at the same time. for most of the date, it feels like she’s the one with the bolder personality, but as soon as you tell her she looks like “the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen,” she gets really fucking flustered. your classic red cheeks and she can’t seem to stop smiling, but at the same time she’s trying not to seem too embarrassed even though she’s failing miserably. eventually, she’ll get over herself and you guys would find an empty balcony somewhere and make out for the rest of the night.

THE GIFT – an outfit consisting of those velvet track pants that she thinks make your ass look good (the ones that flare out at the bottom), an oversized shirt, and a bunch of scrunchies

GOJO SATORU – the first time he sees you that day, he tosses you a condom with a ribbon on it, does a backflip onto a table, then puts a ribbon on himself. he gets an “i hate you” because he’s dramatic as hell, but he pouts and it makes you feel slightly guilty because he’s just so cute. anyways, for the rest of the day, he wears his glasses because it feels more casual and for the most part, you’re hanging out at home watching movies, making out, etc. there are definitely no more condoms left in the box by the end of the night. although, you don’t stay in all day. he does treat you to a proper dinner where you both are a little more dressier than usual and he makes sexual innuendos in your ear whenever he has the chance which is about every five seconds. you’d also be eating dinner next to another couple and he’d say some shit like “we’re cuter than them” and you would get secondhand embarrassment whether the couple hears it or not. at the end of the night, you two walk to a park at night and there’s definitely a little moment where he goes “hey, can you hold this?” and you hold out your hand and he interlocks his fingers with yours (yes, he’s cheesy like that). you’ve probably had to slap him on the back of the head a couple times. once you two get to the park, he shamelessly does cartwheels throughout the whole space.

THE GIFT – a condom, sex, a homecooked meal, cat ears, and a sanrio plushie that yuuji picked out for him

SUKUNA RYOMEN – honestly, you weren’t even sure if you were even going to have a valentine’s day date with him, but he shows up at your front door at 6 am ringing your doorbell repeatedly with a bunch of flowers and you look like absolute shit when you finally open it. you’re still tired, so you drag him back to your bed for a few hours and sleep a little more before getting ready and going out for breakfast. he’s the type of person to stare down other people for no reason and you have to calm him down during your little breakfast date so that he doesn’t scare people. of course, he eventually gets a little bored and blows your back out in the restroom which has you limping for the rest of the day. he takes a lot of pride in it, too. later at dinner, he tries to cook for you, but this man sucks at cooking and has anger issues which is not a good combination because he’s so close to punching the stove since he somehow ended up burning the pasta noodles? your kitchen is still intact, so you don’t question it, and you’ve already ordered takeout because you’ve already predicted it. sure, he sucks at cooking, but it’s the thought that counts, right? after that, you two fuck, like you’ve already been doing all day, but this time, you give a little manicure after. you teach him how to take care of his cuticles himself and paint each other’s nails black after.

THE GIFT – a vibrator, handcuffs, a dead rabbit he found and stuffed with its legs cut off. he also got you a nice bouquet of your favorite flowers, but he had to bark at someone at the store to get them.

NANAMI KENTO – this man will take you off to your classic fancy dinner date with wine, a box of chocolates, a bouquet of roses, basically the whole cliche formula valentine’s date. although, you’d notice that something seems a little off about him so you kind of just ask “are you having a good time?” and he looks back at you with a blank expression all like “are you having a good time?” that’s when you get the hint that he’s indifferent to the whole thing, so you quickly finish dinner in order to get home as soon as possible. nanami is a little confused as to why you weren’t having fun, but it’s all explained when you head to your bathroom and hold up two face masks. he hasn’t used one before, but you just tell him to relax and “stop and smell the roses.” he’s just like “i already bought you roses?” and you just shake your head and instruct him to lay down so that you can put the sheet mask on his face. the night slowly becomes more of a self care type time where you two take a bath together, wash each other’s hair, and eat cake. surprisingly, he ends up enjoying the whole thing and asks if you two can do the same thing next time. it ends with a peaceful sleep, you head laying on his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

THE GIFT – box of chocolates, roses, and some diamond earrings. the best dick of your entire life, both in the bathtub and in the bedroom.

ZENIN MAKI – this girl gives you a home cooked meal, but she’s actually good at it. for breakfast, she’s making some omelettes and rice and it’s one of the ones where it’s a sanrio character sleeping in a blanket. you’re just admiring her the whole time because she looks really pretty when she cooks. for a valentine’s day date, you two would go on a cute picnic with some bento boxes and eat strawberries while the sun shines. her hair is down the whole time and you play with it because she never has her hair down even though she looks absolutely gorgeous like that. she’s just relaxed the whole time and you’re feeding her compliments while keeps on this cocky exterior, but she’s internally melting. she also lets you braid her hair, so you give her some french braids, but not without adding some pretty flowers to compliment her face. later that night, you two play a movie in the background and you give her a massage because she rarely gets some time to let go and rest and you really want to make her feel good. eventually, this escalated into making out until you two get tired and fall asleep.

THE GIFT – home cooked meals and pair of earrings she saw you eyeing the other day.

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Satisfied, Part 33

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Updating today instead of tomorrow so I can spend the whole day on the work I procrastinated :/

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How did she end up staying at Wayne Manor for a week and a half? Deception. She’d never felt more betrayed than she did in that moment. And to think, she and Tim had been friends.

She’d rolled her eyes when Wayne Manor came into view.

“I can go home, you know.”

“Says the person who got kidnapped on her way there,” responded Tim with a sigh. He paused at the gate as they waited for it to open. “Besides, your ankle’s messed up. You shouldn’t be walking.”

She groaned and tipped her head back against his arm so she could glare at him. “I’m fine.”

He had looked away for a moment, using the gate opening as an excuse, then he started walking. After a while, he hesitantly looked at her. “But I’m not! You got hurt because of me. Please, just... let me take care of you for a little bit.”

Her face burned. “Fine. I’ll stay until Halloween. Happy?”

He seemed to consider this, then shook his head. “But, bean, that’s tomorrow! At least stay here for proper treatment, then you can go.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I could get proper treatment without you.”

He had only sighed in response.

She bit the inside of her cheek. “Fine. Fine. I’ll stay until I’m healed.”

“Really?” He asked, his face full of hope.

She nodded.

And then, much to her horror, a smug smile stretched across his face. “No take backs! Sucker!”

Truly horrible. She’d never trust again.

Still, she'd be lying if she said she didn’t have a good time.

After ‘convincing’ (begging) them to go to her apartment and get her supplies she’d started working on the outfits for the steadily approaching Gala. She’d intended to do most of her embroidery while she was there, because it was calming and repetitive and she’d be able to relax with Tim... but then Dick had seen what she was doing and had nerded out with her about outfits and design. It turned out one person in their family did have a little bit of style, and she was ecstatic. Now she lazed on his way-too-comfortable bed and worked while babbling on about her designs. And he actually understood what she was saying. It was great.

And, when she wasn’t designing, she’d often be found drinking coffee with Tim (the Waynes had bought another machine for her after the first day’s... ‘incident’). They would lean against each other and drink in comfortable silence, which is exactly what everyone wants in the early morning. Who cares if it was three in the afternoon? With their sleep schedules it was practically like being awake at five in the morning anyways.

At other times she and Jason could be found together. This was less fun, because he was the one most pressed about her ankle. While everyone knew that her foot would probably be fine in a week’s time, he was the one to practically carry her everywhere like a damsel in distress. He’d learned to stop when she kicked him in the shin (with her bad leg, it was not a good time for either of them), but he was still extremely worried for her and not at all concerned with hiding it. Still, he made it up to her by sneaking her extra coffees (Dick had set a limit when he’d seen the way Tim and her binge-drank when with each other).

The only bad part was...

Her and Damian locked eyes across the table and they sent each other a glare. She didn’t even know why his presence irritated her to no end, didn’t know why her veins buzzed whenever he got too close; she only knew that she didn’t like it.

She didn’t act on it that much, surprisingly. She had no real reason to be angry with him, the slight rudeness he’d presented the day they’d met was perfectly justified. Marinette settled for the occasional snide comment at the table.

This only seemed to upset him more and more as time went on.

Finally, when her leg was healed (Jason had managed to convince her to stay an extra day to be sure), he’d grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her away from Tim before either of them could really react.

“What’s your problem?” She hissed as he pulled her along, struggling to not spill her coffee due to their brisk pace.

He dragged her into the dojo and crossed his arms over his chest. “Me? You’re the one who’s been rude the whole time you’ve been staying here!”

She couldn’t respond. He had a bit of a point. She settled for sending him a glare over the rim of her cup.

“What do you have against me?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Does it matter?”

“Yes! Obviously!”

“Maybe I just don’t like people.”

“You made friends with the Rogues!”

Oh. So that’s what this was about. She lowered her drink slightly. “Maybe I just don’t like you,” she corrected herself.

Damian scoffed and shook his head. “Whatever. You don’t want to answer? Fine. Fight me.”

Marinette felt like she had whiplash. He’d gone from being annoyed that she wasn’t being nice to him to wanting to fight in approximately half a second. Still, she had to admit, fighting him would probably be nice. Not only did she miss the adrenaline of a fight, but a tiny part of her hoped that her anger would dissipate if she gave him a punch or two.

She set down her drink. “Sure. Whatever.”

He looked a bit smug. They walked along the walls and pulled off equipment that they deemed necessary. Basically they both pulled on some grappling gloves and she added an ankle brace to make sure she didn’t instantly mess up her leg again.

After a few minutes of stretching they squared up to each other on the mat.

She grinned and raised her hands to her face. She didn’t actually know how good he was, but she wasn’t all that intent on going easy on him. They had a dojo, he had to have some kind of fighting expertise, that only made --.

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts as a punch came at her face. She dodged with ease and backed up a few steps, raising her guard properly. All she needed was to take her time to learn his fighting style.

She smiled as she dodged his attacks. He was getting angrier, sloppier, with every miss. His style was getting more and more obvious. Just a few more attacks and she would be completely sure --.

His fist came for her throat.

She had to do a backflip to avoid the blow.

His eyes widened.

She cursed mentally. She’d given up her one possible advantage: the high chances of him underestimating her.

Her element of surprise gone, she forced herself to go on the offense. She threw a short jab at him and raised her eyebrows at the almost practiced nature of his block, like he’d done this exact motion a million times.

Her lips twitched. Amateurs are usually the ones who choreograph their moves like that --.

Realization struck her just as his fist did, sending her back a few steps.

Her body moved on autopilot, sending a kick at his chest to get him away so she could recover. His hand locked on her foot and one of his legs swept hers out from under her. A curse slipped from between her lips as her back hit the mat, but it was nothing compared to her reaction when he dropped a bit of weight on the leg he held. Pain pulled a strangled sob from her throat and she thought her leg would shatter.

Her hand slammed the ground twice.

Damian stopped instantly at the motion a worried expression flickering across his features. Red Hood wasn’t lying, the reaction had been instantaneous in both of them. They’d both been drilled, both had the same cues. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

And, unfortunately, Damian wasn’t completely stupid. She saw confusion find its way across his face. And then shock. Denial. Understanding. Anger. And then acceptance.

He dropped onto the mat beside her and covered his face with his hands. “You’re Ladybug.”

“And you’re Robin,” she agreed, pulling her still throbbing leg to her chest. “You suck with and without the outfit. It makes sense,” she muttered.

And, sadly, it really did make sense. The buzzing under her skin she’d interpreted as anger was just the cat miraculous calling out to her, to its guardian, waving its arms and screaming at her to just let him use it. And, now that she thought about it, it could only have been him. She’d probably recognized the feeling she had around Damian as the one she had around Robin subconsciously and transferred that anger onto him.

“You can’t tell anyone,” she warned.

He scoffed. “Why would I hide it? They already suspect you. Besides, it’s not like the rest of my family would care, they love you with and without the costume.”

She sat up and sent him a glare. “It’s not about that. I keep my identity secret because I want to. It’s my privacy, my secret, and you don’t get to a choice in this.”

Damian -- no, Robin -- no -- He opened his fingers to peek at her serious face and she caught an eye roll.

“And, if you don’t...” She added, her voice sickly sweet. “I’m sure your family would love to know exactly how I found out who you all were.”

It was a guess, really. She assumed that, because they were pretty open about being family as vigilantes, they all had to be in on it when they told someone about their identities. But it was still a guess. She gave him her most confident look so he wouldn’t think she was bluffing.

His eyes narrowed and he sat up as well. She scrutinized his face; she looked for fear or annoyance or something, but he’d managed to put together a perfect mask.

And then...

He sighed and stuck his hand out. “Fine. I don’t tell them anything, you don’t tell them anything. Deal?”

They shook on it.

“Deal.”

She spent the next three days (because Jason had thrown a fit when he’d realized she had messed up her ankle more) observing the family. It would be beneficial to learn which bat corresponded to which Wayne, it made it easier to keep her lies consistent.

She could go off of ages, of course. It was the easy way to guess, but she’d never been one to take the easy way.

Besides, the ‘hard way’ wasn’t actually all that hard.

Bruce Wayne was a reclusive billionaire known to adopt kids faster than they could say ‘hi’. Batman was a reclusive billionaire known to take vigilantes under his wing just as quickly.

Dick Grayson-Wayne was an ex-acrobat who was determined to figure out if Marinette and Ladybug were the same person. Nightwing incorporated acrobat-like flexibility and technique in fighting and was determined to figure out if Marinette and Ladybug were the same person.

Jason Todd-Wayne was a sarcastic guy with gray morals and a tendency to joke about committing murder. Red Hood was a sarcastic guy with gray morals and a tendency to actually commit murder.

Timothy Drake-Wayne was a coffee-addicted workaholic that was smart enough to become CEO of a company at a young age. Red Robin was a coffee-addicted workaholic that was smart enough to figure out Batman and Robin’s identities at a young age.

Honestly, she felt like banging her head on a wall for not realizing it sooner. Sure, she’d suspected it, but she’d been so determined for ‘proper’ proof that she didn’t realize that there was some pretty good proof right in front of her.

Well, at least she’d figured it out at some point, she supposed.

She sent Jason a glare as she scooped some coffee pods into her bag. “I am fine.”

“But --.”

“I am fine.”

He huffed. “You’re still limping.”

“I. Am. Fine.”

He opened his mouth one last time, but was cut off by Tim pushing past him to wrap her in a hug. “Beeeeaaaaan, please let me --.”

She rolled her eyes and didn’t bother to push him off, only detaching an arm so she could drink from her mug. “Not working a second time.”

He groaned and buried his face in her hair. She sighed and glanced at Jason. “Help.”

“Only if you promise to stay a bit longer,” he said without missing a beat, his lips curved into a Cheshire grin.

Marinette sent him a look before leaning into Tim. “You’re all allowed to come to my house at any point.”

“Yeah, but your house is boring,” complained Dick.

She threw a cup of coffee creamer at him and he dodged it without even sparing it a glance.

“It’s true, bean, it’s pretty empty in there.”

Marinette laughed quietly. “Fine. If you guys don’t like it then you’re not allowed back.”

Jason gasped and joined the hug. “How dare you?”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to trap me here?”

“Whaaaaat? Us? No,” said Dick as he, too, walked over and wrapped his arms around her.

Marinette decided she’d give them a few minutes. She could still reach her coffee, and that’s all that really mattered.

At least, until she saw Damian in the hallway. Her shoulders tensed slightly at the sight of him. Ever since their agreement they’d come to a kind of truce. After all, if they really wanted they could spill the secret. Sure, there was incentive to keep quiet, but if one of their tempers got the better of them...

“Help?” She tried.

He looked away and continued walking, leaving her to suffer.

She sighed and went to work prying arms off of her. There was a lot of whining, but none of them resisted.

Outside of Tim.

Dick broke into a grin and pulled Jason out, yelling that they were going to help pack her stuff over his shoulder. She didn’t believe that was quite it. For some reason.

“Tim,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Come back for Thanksgiving?” He asked.

She blinked. A little over a month beforehand he’d been desperate to keep her away from this place. She couldn’t help but smile a little. “Fine. I’ll stay for Thanksgiving. But only if you let go.”

“Fine.”

Marinette raised her eyebrows when he didn’t let go immediately.

“Um...?”

He smirked. “I said I’d let go, I never said when.”

She groaned and pushed him off. This time he let her. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love me.”

“Mmm,” she said, determined to not say yes or no.

He didn’t seem to notice, giving her a wide grin. “Right, ready to go?”

She smiled. “Yep!”

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19red · 3 years

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no.18 1988 ♥️♥️♥️

Thank you so much for asking, anon! I had a lot of fun writing this!!

#18. smile kisses, two dorky grins pressing together / read on ao3

Before the door slams closed behind him, Patrick is already wrestling with his coat. “I had an epiphany,” he yells to Jonny’s empty foyer, tugging on his left sleeve and toeing off his shoes simultaneously—stumbling—catching himself against the wall. Almost succeeding in spraining both a wrist and an ankle. “Did you hear me?” he yells again, grateful Jonny didn’t witness that.

“The key is for emergencies only.”

“I said,” Patrick follows the voice to the kitchen, “I had an epiphany.”

Jonny is standing shirtless by the fridge, head tipped back, throat muscles working as they pump down gulp after gulp of water. Some of the liquid drips disgustingly across Jonny’s chin and down his gross sweaty chest.

“Were you working out?” Patrick asks, somehow in equal measure surprised and not. “It’s 10 pm, you monster.”

“And?”

Patrick hops on the island, socked feet dangling in the air, and makes grabby hands for a beer.

“That’s not for sitting,” Jonny complains like clockwork but he sticks his head in the fridge and bends to grab a can, thus subjecting Patrick to the frankly unholy sight of his perspiration-soaked shorts clinging to his frankly unholy glutes.

“Let’s go back to my epiphany,” Patrick says.

“Okay.” Jonny chucks the beer at him, then leans back against the closed fridge, thick forearms crossed over his perfect, suckable nipples.

“Come on, asshole. Ask me.”

“Did learning your first multi-syllabic word hurt your brain very much?”

“First of all, fuck you,” Patrick says, flicking the side of the can a couple of times before cracking it open at arm's length so the overflow spills onto Jonny’s floor. “Asshole has two syllables.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny says because he can’t abide being wrong nor mess that isn’t expressly of his own creation.

Patrick takes a swig and flaunts his dimples. “That’s my epiphany exactly.”

“What?”

“I was on a date and--”

“Yeah,” Jonny pushes off the fridge. “I know that,” he says in his bitchiest monotone, stepping right into the pool of spilled beer as he muscles Patrick’s knees apart with his hips. He puts his scorching hot hands on top of Patrick’s thighs. Up close, his body radiates heat in unrelenting waves and nasty wafts of sweat that make Patrick’s dick, the fucking weirdo, perk up in red-hot interest.

Patrick flexes his fingers around the cool damp metal of the can. “You reek, by the way.”

He catches a flash of a smug smile before Jonny’s face dips out of his field of vision and Jonny’s nose digs into the crook of his neck.

“You smell good.” Jonny takes a nice deep breath and Patrick’s skin pebbles.

“I was on a date.”

An overdramatic groan makes Patrick shiver, head to toe. Jonny thumps his forehead against Patrick’s shoulder and just—slumps. What a fucking baby.

“She was hot,” Patrick starts, “and--”

“I don’t wanna know about your date.”

“No—shit. N-no, you d—ah. You do,” he stutters. This conversation would flow so much easier if Jonny weren’t mouthing wetly at the side of Patrick’s neck while dripping his mind-drugging sex pheromones all over Patrick’s favorite shirt. Mastering speech is damn hard when half of your brainpower is busy wrestling the horny into submission. No scooting closer to Jonny to rub your hard-on against his firm slick stomach. That’s a bad idea. Bad!

“You want to know,” Patrick croaks. He squirms around to dislodge Jonny’s mouth and receives a stinging bite for his effort. “Listen,” Patrick fists a hand in the damp hair at Jonny’s nape and pulls. Once it’s clear Jonny, stubborn fucking bastard, isn’t going to yield, Patrick crosses his ankles to trap him in the space between his legs before stamping the cold beer can right into his abs.

Jonny jolts back with an embarrassingly chirpable shriek and glares.

“She was hot and like, great tits,” Patrick goes on as nothing happened, “but you never know with chicks, yeah?”

Jonny glares harder.

“Right.” Patrick drains the whole beer then sets the can aside. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Swallows up a burp because, even though Jonny would totally deserve to be slapped right in the scowl with a cloud of Patrick’s stinky fermented breath, nobody ever belches in romance novels. “What I’m saying is, like. Are they gonna put out? I kept thinking about you. You always put out. Easiest laid ever.”

“Fuck you,” Jonny grumbles, but his hands are feeling up Patrick’s thighs—squeezing, stroking, squeezing harder.

“Yeah,” Patrick circles his fingers around Jonny’s strong wrists. He can feel Jonny’s heart hammering steadily against his pads. “You’re always up for it. It’s a positive. It made me think.”

“And now you have a headache. Is that the emergency? No aspirin at your place?”

Patrick rolls his eyes and wraps his legs tighter around Jonny, pulls him closer, closer, closer. He slides his hands to Jonny’s waist. “I’m trying to--” a frustrated gargle noise escapes his throat. He wishes there was more alcohol in his system. “I’m serious. I want someone to touch my dick and like. You can do that. You’re good at it. Like, I mean. Almost half decent.”

“Yeah, I’m easy. We’ve established that.”

“I mean I want you to be the only one that touches me—my dick,” Patrick hurriedly corrects, feeling like the earth cracked open and Satan themself spurted from the blazing depths of hell just to drag their blistering tongue all across the entire length of Patrick’svery flammable human body.“Besides myself obviously. I’m still going to jack off.” He’s fairly certain his face is on fire. “And maybe it could go, like. Both ways.”

Jonny blinks, processing. Big doe eyes somehow at once dumb and piercing. “You wanna be the only one that touches my dick?”

“It makes sense,” Patrick nods, feeling a little sick.

“I’m just trying to—“ Jonny frowns—then, suddenly, his mouth twitches at the corners. He clamps it tight. “Shit,” he says as he loses the battle to keep a neutral expression to a smize of such twinkling glory, Patrick’s tempted to proclaim him Canada’s next top model then and there. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“No. I mean. I don’t know.” Patrick bites his bottom lip then runs his tongue over the sting, tasting the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he’s making Tyra proud too. “If you want to, I guess.”

“It’d be convenient.”

Patrick slides his fingers past the elastic of Jonny’s shorts and yanks their bodies flush via two full handfuls of the most glorious ass in the NHL. Patrick’s dick twitches hallelujah.“That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Wow,” Jonny’s voice drops to a killer rumble as he cups Patrick’s face. His right thumb rests just at the corner of Patrick’s mouth. Patrick thinks about licking it—and does. Just a quick teasing dart of the tongue. Jonny’s eyes go black and hot. “Looks and brains. I’m impressed.”

Their faces inch closer. “Are you calling me hot?”

“No,” Jonny lies badly, nudging his nose against the side of Patrick’s own. Patrick beams so big he feels the stretch in his lips, like he’s giving happiness’ huge monster cock the blowjob of a lifetime or something.“You think I’m hot.”

“Stop smiling, I’m trying to kiss you,” Jonny squishes Patrick’s cheeks between his giant palms in an effort to downscale Patrick’s face-splitting grin to a kissable size.

“You stop smiling.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Shut up,” Patrick says right against Jonny’s mouth. “You love me.”

“Yes.”

Patrick’s stomach does a backflip. Jonny is probably already sex-dazed, babbling nonsense. “Yes?” Patrick asks, aiming for teasing but landing on pathetic. A fucking lovesick fool, all needy and shit.

“Yes,” Jonny says. He sounds lucid enough. Patrick’s stomach backflips again. “Yeah. Pat, Peeks, baby—yes.” Jonny drops little pecks on his lips, his jaw, his chin—his lips again. For each one he keeps whispering yes and baby and Patrick’s name and—

“Fuck,” Patrick breathes. Jonny uses the word like a door, pushing his tongue into Patrick’s eager, welcoming mouth. The feeling aches and swells swells swells in Patrick’s chest. After a moment, he pulls back. He needs to tell Jonny, wants him to know—“You’re annoying too. Like, the most annoying.”

“The most?”

Patrick licks the scar on Jonny’s bottom lip and hums.

“So rude,” Jonny scolds. “Fuck you.”

“Could be arranged for sure.”

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plutotown · 4 years

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Can I Have This Dance? — Ricky Bowen

Summary: You and Ricky’s homecoming dance doesn’t go as expected when you get stood up by your date.

Ship: Ricky Bowen x Reader (can apply to female or male)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.79k

Tags (aka people who I think would like it): @ppkrtingle @bocauhl @hunnybears @harrysbowen @chaoticgoodisa @iridescentkippen

Author’s Note: I guess I’m like the queen of Ricky imagines now lmao

(I do not own the Ricky gif used, but the gif below was made by me)

Despite all the chaos going on from the EJ/Nini/Ricky love triangle and the musical, there was one thing you could look forward to that maybe won’t be so chaotic, and that was homecoming.

You see, you, Big Red, and Ricky would go together every year, but this year was different. Why? Because you had a date to the dance.

Yes, for the first time in your life you had a date to a date, and it wasn’t a platonic one, well, you hoped. Of course Ricky has done the whole date thing before, but this was his first time going solo since the break up, and of course you weren’t going solo at a time like this.

It was a shock to everyone when you announced at lunch that you had gotten a date to the dance. It was definitely unexpected for both you and your friends, but you could care less because you were over the moon.

He was tall, smart, handsome, everything you could’ve dreamed of. It honestly seemed way too good to be true, and your friends had their concerns.

Of course you didn’t take those concerns seriously. You were way too happy and excited to actually have a date and not be the loner, so you basically had everyone scared more than watching IT for the first time.

Flash forward to the dance, and you had been waiting for about an hour for your date to show up, and at this point it seemed to be a no-show.

Everyone wanted to tell you “I told you so”, but they didn’t for the sake of hurting your feelings even more. So you sat at a table, resting your head in your hand as you watched everyone else have fun. Some homecoming, right?

At one point, Ricky walked up to you and sat next to you, and in the moment you were too grumpy and upset to talk, so Ricky did everything he could to get you to speak.

“Hey.” Ricky whispered. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, still not saying a word.

“EJ sucks major dick.” He whispered again, which caused you to laugh almost instantly. “I knew that would work.”

“Whatever. Here to witness the pity party?” You asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

“Of course not. But don’t worry, I throw plenty of those.” Ricky joked.

You let out a sigh, looking at the entrance, praying your date would show up still, but you had to give up hope. “I knew I should’ve listened to you guys.”

“Hey, hey, don’t hate yourself over it. Shit happens, Y/N.” He said, placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it a bit. The moment his hand touched you it felt kind of weird and put butterflies in your stomach, but you ignored the feeling, as your sadness over being stood up overpowered it.

“I’ll try.” You frowned. “No promises though.”

•••

Time flew fast as you and Ricky talked, still sitting at the same table. Every now and then someone would walk up to you guys or sit down and talk for a bit, but it was mostly just the two of you, and you definitely didn’t mind.

Ricky contemplated asking for a dance with you, and after thinking it though for a solid thirty minutes, he just went for it and asked.

“Do you wanna, uhm, dance?” Ricky asked, his foot violently tapping on the floor out of nervousness. Good thing you couldn’t see that, because it was kind of scary.

“Why not?” You replied with no hesitation. Ricky took this as a shock, but he wasn’t complaining.

Ricky then stood up and extended his hand, and you grabbed it gladly. You two hit the dance floor, dancing to Born to Be Brave, which was one of your favorite songs. At one point Carlos, one of your classmates, got lifted up by a bunch of students as if it were a concert. It was truly a sight to see.

You and Ricky jumped around like a bunch of idiots to the music, laughing so much your stomach hurt. It was feeling you never wanted to get rid of that’s for sure.

“Hey! Watch this” Ricky yelled over the music. You then watched Ricky attempt a backflip, and he shockingly succeeded. You were no doubt scared that he would fall, so you urged that he never do that again, especially on a hard floor.

The song ended, and once it was over a slow song began playing, resulting in you and Ricky to stand awkwardly, having no idea what to do next.

You looked around and watched everyone couple up and begin dancing, then you turned to Ricky, and you both looked at each for for a few moments, not sure what to do next.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked awkwardly, and you nodded in response.

No more words were said as you and Ricky awkwardly attempted to interlock hands and get in the slow dancing position. Ricky hesitantly placed a hand on your waist, his other hand interlock with yours. You had your free hand on his shoulder, and you both struggled to lock eyes.

“I guess we, um-”

“Yeah, uh-”

The music played, and it took you a moment to sway to the music. This wasn’t exactly how you imagined your homecoming, but it probably could’ve been worse.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January. This is our place, we make the rules. And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”

You rest your head against Ricky’s chest, closing your eyes, letting the music guide you. His heart was beater ten times faster than usual, which you noticed, but assumed it was the nerves of slow dancing.

It felt odd to you, but you felt comfortable around Ricky like this. Sure, at first you were a nervous and awkward wreck, but after some getting used to, it felt nice. More than nice actually.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home. You're my, my, my, my lover...”

Once that song ended, you snapped backed to reality and quickly let go of Ricky, taking a step back as well. How could you be just friends after that?

Usually after the slow song, the dance ends not long after, and this was no different. You weren’t sure what to do now, the same with Ricky.

“I’ll give you a ride home?” Ricky proposed. You really couldn’t say no, since your parents dropped you off and you weren’t able to pick you up, so you had no choice but to say yes.

“Uhm, yeah, thanks.” You answer, then go to grab your belongings and leave. How bad could this car ride go? No one could predict.

•••

The car ride consisted of nothing but silence. Neither of you attempted to say a single word, so you let the quietness haunt your thoughts.

Do I like Ricky?

Do I like Y/N?

Funny how you two thought the same thing. You never imagined liking each other in a way like that, but it made sense. Knowing each other for so long, being able to talk to each other about anything, etc. The cherry on top would be becoming a couple, but you both struggled to come to terms with that.

Once Ricky pulled up outside of your house, you wondered whether you should thank him or not. It’s not like he’s never given you rides before him, but you felt the need to on a night like this. You felt the need to say something after the moment you guys had.

“Thanks for the ride.” You said awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs as you spoke.

“It’s never a problem.” He responded, putting on a reassuring smile.

“Um.” You mumbled as you leaned over to Ricky. He thought that you were going to kiss him on the lips, but he fooled himself since you only kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight.” As you went to open the car door, Ricky quickly stopped you. He had to tell you. He knew this wasn’t going away. “Wait!”

“Hm?” You turned around. Ricky’s eyes were wide, and his mouth gaped a tiny bit as if he wasn’t sure how to get the words out of his mouth, which was actually the case.

“When we were dancing...” Ricky paused. “I, um, I felt something that I never felt with Nini.”

Yikes. Way to bring up her at a moment like this. “Sorry, but it’s true.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised an eyebrow.”

“I think I’m falling for you.” He blurted. That’s definitely a way to put.

“I...” You couldn’t even form a proper response. Falling for you? One of his closest friends? Possibly even his best friend? Wait, no. That’s Big Red’s spot. Anyway, you had no idea what to say, but you couldn’t say nothing.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

You interrupted Ricky’s words by quickly pecking him on the lips, leaving him in a shock. Don’t worry, you were definitely shocked too since you just kissed someone who was “just a friend”, but was Ricky really just a friend now?

Ricky's eyes widened at the moment, and he blinked a few times, not sure how to process that. "You... you kissed me."

“Um, yeah, I did.” You said, leaning against the car seat, afraid to get up.

“Is this what I think it means?” He questioned.

“What?”

“Do you like me?”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” You crossed your arms. Out of all moments, you choose to be defensive now. Get a grip!

“Y/N-”

“Okay!” You huffed. “Maybe I do feel some way for you...”

“Maybe?” Ricky raised an eyebrow. You definitely weren’t getting anywhere with all the maybe’s, but you were nervous as hell! You had never had such strong feelings so quickly before, and it scared the shit out of you.

“I’ve never been able to properly express my feelings.” You admit. “And I’ve never felt this way before either.”

“This way meaning liking me?” He asked, and you nodded. “Good.”

“Wha-” Ricky leaned and smashed his lips against yours, and you kissed back after a few moments of being surprised.

As he pulled away, you took a deep breath, struggling to process all of that. You never imagined this happening, but it was amazing regardless.

“Does this mean...?” You began to ask, then he finished your sentence. “We’re a thing?”

“Well?”

“We can see tomorrow night if you want.” Ricky offers, and you take up on his offer without hesitation. “Why not?”

“Perfect.” He grinned.

“Goodnight, Ricky.” You said.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts imagine #hsmtmts x reader #highschoolmusicalthemusicaltheseries #high school musical: the musical: the series #ricky bowen #ricky bowen blurb #ricky bowen imagine #ricky bowen x reader #joshua bassett #joshua bassett blurb #joshua bassett imagine #joshua bassett x reader #joshuabassett #richard bowen #richard bowen blurb #richard bowen imagine #richard bowen x reader #plutotown writes

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Gemini Flanagan {Three Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: NOTHING PURE AND INNOCENT, STRAIGHT FILTH!

**DO NOT READ @ WORK. If you do take caution**

Words: 2.9k

Summary: NOPE!

Note: Day 1 of Lee’s Valentine’s Extravaganza!!!!!

**Loosley Edited/Proofread**

**Interactive**

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{Part One}

“Gemini Flanagan. Look the FUCK out! Gemini Flanagan. That’s a great name. God damn.” He laughs while shaking his hands beside him. You could tell he was really enjoying this interview. By the look on his face, you knew just where his mind was right now.

“He’d probably be good at a lot of things, Lynn. He’s cleaning’ up at those awards.” His laugh was adorable and sexy at the same time. Only Chris could get away with that combination. You bit your bottom lip and just sighed. You missed him. You revered and looked at the clip again, your belly did backflips as your mind went nowhere and everywhere sinful.

“Gemini Flanagan huh.”

You took out your phone and sent him a message.

MSG: Gemini.

A few minutes went by with no response. Then your phone fired off.

MSG Chris: Oh god. You’ve seen it.

MSG: Seen what?

MSG Chris: the interview.

MSG: I saw a clip. I have to say it suits you.

MSG Chris: 😏 oh does it now?

MSG: Makes me wonder just what things he’s good at.

MSG Chris: God you’re killing me. You enjoy it don’t you?

You laughed and sent the shrugging emoji and went back to work. This house wasn’t going to design itself. For the next few hours, you and your team busied yourselves designing your latest project, a mansion of one of the A-listers. You worked tirelessly trying to put the finishing touches on the house you’d planned to be finished with this evening.

Though you were busy, you couldn’t stop thinking about Chris and how sexy he was as he said, “look the fuck out”. That one part should not have turned you on as much as it did, but it had. Now that you’d seen and heard it you couldn’t forget it. By the time you were done for the night with the job done you were pleased the owners approved of the finished product. Once the business portion of your day was finished you made your way home.

After a shower, you relaxed with a bottle of wine and some fruit. When you heard the door open and close you straightened and allowed your excitement to unfurl. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and you had to fight every urge to get up and run to him and leap into his arms. Instead, you remained where you were in the living room on the chaise you usually fell asleep in. Your legs were stretched out.

“Gemini Flanagan is here baby, look the fuck out!” Chris walked into the living room in something that was a staple in his closet, a Henley shirt and a pair of dockers. The look on his face was a dubious one, one that said he was hungry.

“Did you miss me, baby?”

“Baby? I think you have the wrong girl, Mr. Flanagan.” Chris arched a bow. “My name is Lucky--,” you began before Chris interrupted.

“Bush.” You smiled then bit your bottom lip. He knew the name of your first pet and the street you grew up on. “Well Lucky Bush, we’re both here—alone--,” he let hang in the air.

“So we are. Quite alone.” You crossed your stretched-out legs and noticed his eyes fall to them. Deciding to play it up you rubbed your black thigh high stockinged limbs together thanking God you’d just gotten waxed the day before.

“Maybe you should come a little closer, Gemini. I don’t bite.” Chris walked closer to you like a real predator. You could see his tattoos peeking you from underneath that tempting Henley. “Unless you ask me really, really nicely,” you finished and bit your bottom lip for emphasis. Before he reached you, he stopped a few feet away.

“I don’t know. I have a girlfriend, who I love with everything in me. Not sure me coming closer is a good idea.”

It was a great answer. An answer that deserved a reward—the best fuck he’d had in weeks. You lifted onto your knees, crawled to the end of the chaise and spread the open material of your charmeuse robe and gave him the full view. In prep for his return, you put on one of the many pieces of lingerie you’d bought over the years. Tonight’s was a new piece, a daring one at that.

Placing your hands on your hips you immediately recognized the look. His jaws were clenched, eyes intensely focusing on the choice of skin. Slowly they raked over your flesh, first stopping at your partially exposed and perched nipples, then moving further down to stop at the many straps that hugged your waist and hips. When his eyes finally fell to your crotchless panties you knew you had him.

“Jesus Christ.” It was strangled and gave away the pain he was in.

“Are you sure? I have a boyfriend too and he’s my world, but—it’s one night and what they don’t know--,” you left hanging, allowing the words to float between you as you let the robe fall from you.

Chris groaned the groan of a tortured man but still, he didn’t move. You smirked and turned to face your back to him. Like clockwork, his eyes dropped to your strapped up and exposed ass. Taking a peek back, you smirked and slowly crawled back to where you were sitting minutes before all the while accentuating every move with a tempting sway of your hips to the right, then the left.

“Fuck!” With that, you sat back down and slowly spread your legs giving him a view he hadn’t seen in weeks.

“One night with Lucky Bush and Gemini Flanagan. The possibilities are endless,” you said in your best a seductive voice, resting your hands on your knees.

Chris closed the space between you, kneeled on the chaise and leaned to you claiming your lips as his. He tasted like home and you’d missed everything about him. The kiss didn’t take long to turn hot and passionate. Your moans melded together, and his hands gripped both sides of your waist. Chris firmly held onto you as he expertly kissed you, stealing the breath from your lungs.

When he pulled his lips away in seconds they were on your jaw, then your collar before he cupped both your breasts. The scalloped floral lace pattern only allowed your nipples to peek through just a little but that was all he needed. Chris used his thumbs to trace circles around your areolas before he flicked your already hardened nipples. A breathy gasp escaped as you watched his every move. He lowered his head to your nipple but before he could give you what they wanted he paused and stared in your eyes.

“You know I couldn’t really do this to you right?” you smiled at his sweetness. He wanted to assure you that he wasn’t a douchbag that would cheat on you for any reason.

“I know.” A devilish glint sparked in his eyes then he finally gave you what you wanted. Arching back, you closed your eyes and enjoyed him sucking, licking, nibbling and teasing your breasts. You’d always known he had magic lips and he loved proving it to you every chance he got. He moaned and bit down on your tender flesh making you hug his head to you.

“Oh God,” you whispered.

“Not God,” Chris added trailing kissed down the center of your body, and across your stomach. He pressed your legs further back onto the chaise completely revealing you to his eyes. Locking eyes with you he quirked his lip up then spoke. “Gemini Flanagan.”

Chris lowered his mouth to your sex and set the pace from the beginning, sucking your clit into his mouth and eagerly slurping against your already wet core. Upon impact, you hissed and locked your thighs around his head. He wasn’t having it though, he pried them open and held them right where he wanted them—spread open. Chris’ lips moved frantically across your skin and when he slurped and shook his head you lost it.

“Fuck, Gemini!”

Your hands buried in his luscious locks of their own accord and pressed his mouth onto you keeping him where you wanted. Your hips bucked against him and felt the first sparks of a fire he was quickly kindling, and you knew it was a matter of seconds before it flamed out of control for even him.

“Ah, yes, yes, right there. Oh my god, I’m gonna come,” you announced. Chris mumbled on your pussy and that sensation only made your release that much more intense. Your body shook and as your hands flew back to grip the back of the chaise where your head rested. You held on tight needing some stabilizing force to keep you from lifting into the air.

After what felt like an eternity you opened your eyes to see him kneeling before you lifting off his shirt. Though he wasn’t in Captain America shape anymore, he still kept most of his muscle mass and lean definition. Chris grinned while licking his lips.

“Pineapple, cherries and mango, yum.” He arched a brow and squinted his eyes. The look gave off pure, unadulterated big dick energy. Moaning you slid to him and quickly began undoing his pants. Your hands move so quickly that the way you flicked open his belt sent the tip smacking you in the face.

“Someone’s hungry for this dick.” Yanking down his pants and underwear at the same time you peeped up to him with just your eyes.

“Famished.” You looked down to his length that was bobbing between you and moistened your lips all in prep to show him just how hungry for dick you were.

Once your mouth was wrapped around him you wasted no time guiding his tip to the back of your throat. Chris let out a loud groan that stretched out for several seconds. You felt his hands lace behind your head and in the most loving embrace. As you pleased him his moans became louder and louder. You didn’t doubt that he could be heard in the forest that backed your house. You attached your hands to his shaft and worked them in unison with your mouth occasionally twisting them in different directions. Every time you did his grip tightened as he sent even more of his hardness down your throat.

After only a few minutes he held your cheeks keeping your head still and plowed his hips. You could see the unriddled desire in his eyes and also saw that he wanted to lose control. You moaned and relaxed your throat taking him even further. His body shook just before he pulled back and stroked his dick.

“Mmm, that mouth of yours is sinful Lucky Bush.”

“There is another part of me that is sinful Gemini. Would you care to sample it?” You turned your back to him again and poked out your ass. When you felt his hand drop to it with a loud slap you moaned and bit your bottom lip. A new rush of wetness settled at your core making you want him even more.

“Fuck!” Your voice was a surprised croak.

“You like that? You like when daddy slaps your ass?”

You nodded your head as he slapped it again, this one was a bit harder.

“I can’t hear you. I know those lips are good at sucking but lemme hear you.”

“Yes, baby I like it,” you responded then groaned from the third slap.

“Yes who?” Your eyes met and again that devilish smirk returned.

“Yes Gemini, I fucking love it.” He slapped you once, then twice and rubbed his dick through your wet folds. Each pass of his flesh had goosebumps rippling over your body. You held your breath in anticipation of his intrusion, but it never came. You were getting anxious. You tried to nudge back to take him into you but every attempt you made he evaded.

Chris slapped your ass again but not with his hand. The heaviness of his dick on top of your ass cheek made you moan.

“Shake it for me.” It was an order that was emphasized by another “thwack” of his dick.

Thinking of your twerk playlist you shook your ass from side to side then bounced up and down sending his dick up only to drop back down onto you. Every heavy smack made you wetter. Chris looped his fingers through the straps of the panties and just stood there while you continued to shake your ass for him. You knew the second it became too much, the second he’d reached his limit. His hands tightened on the straps and positioned you just the way he wanted then snapped his hips forward burying himself to the hilt in your sopping pleasure trove. You screeched out and gripped the chaise trying your best not to fall.

“Fuck yeah!” He didn’t slow down, not one bit. Every few seconds his hips thrust into you sending shiver after shiver through your body.

“Oh, fuck yes baby. Fuck me Gemini!”

As if that was the permission he needed Chris pounding into you with reckless abandon. You could barely catch your breath every time he withdrew before he was again stealing it by trying to split you in half. Chris grunted and groaned behind letting you know just how lucky your bush was.

“Mmm, whose is it?” His voice was rough and deep. When you didn’t answer after the third thrust he changed his angle and depth and brutally rammed into you making you scream.

“Whose lucky bush is this?”

“Yours!” Gritting your teeth, the words barely made it out. It wasn’t enough for him. He pummeled you again pulling yet another scream from you.

“Whose!”

“Gemini’s!”

Chris jackhammered into you surprising you with the sheer power his body held. You knew you were about to fall apart, and he knew it too. Chris pressed his hand into the back of your head sending your face down to the chaise, so your ass was the only thing in the air. The new angle had you seeing stars, rainbows, unicorns, and sparkles.

“Fuck right it’s Gemini’s. This pussy is Gemini’s. This ass is Gemini’s. You’re fucking mine!”

You didn’t care how loud you were screaming, didn’t care about anything but what you knew was going to be a killer orgasm. Chris slammed into you once then circled his hips and stroked your g-spot. That was the hammer that broke the dam. You clamped around him and screamed and let go of everything including any shame or embarrassment. You didn’t know what was coming out your mouth, you’d lost control of it all. Chris grunted and pulled you back onto him trying to bury even deeper as he filled you up. Each spurt of his love only sent you higher and higher until you were soaring above the Earth itself and into the next galaxy.

When your bodies stopped shaking Chris was lying behind you on the chaise with one of his lanky legs draped over yours. He was still sheathed in your heat. You could feel that he was not done. He kissed your ear then your neck.

“Mmmm. Jesus. That was incredible,” you hoarsely whispered. His smile could be felt on your skin.

“I told you, Gemini Flanagan’s probably good at a lot of things.” You busted out laughing then turned your body to face him. Chris groaned as he slipped from you and gazed into your eyes.

“Maybe you should bring him out to play more often,” you suggested. His smile was wide.

“Oh, you like Gemini huh.”

“I love Christopher Robert Evans.” You softly kissed him twice, each time adding a little bit more tongue. He moaned and gently caressed your back down to your ass. His hands felt so good on you, you loved when he touched you. “Gemini—eh, he’s all right,” you added.

Chris snorted. “Oh whatever; says the one who was incoherently babbling as if they were a mute.” You giggled knowing he was damn right. Chris imitated what you’d sounded like while rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

“Oh my god, stop it.” You playfully slapped his chest while you giggled.

“Oh my god I’ve heard plenty of times. Stop, is a first.” You smiled then rolled onto him and slowly slid onto his length. Chris arched back and groaned letting his hands fly to your hips. You stifled a moan wanting to show him that you controlled him. he was yours.

“Jesus, Lucky Bush is—just as incredible,” another grunt escaped him before he moaned. His mouth fell open as he watched you slowly wine against him.

“God baby,” Chris whispered squeezing your hips. You laid across him and went to his ear.

“Is Gemini up for round two or do you want Lucky Bush to do all the work?” Chris crashed his lips to yours and kissed you with an urgency that had a taste of seduction.

“I think Lucky Bush better show me how she got that name.” You smiled and rose up accepting the challenge.

You knew this was not the last you’d seen of Gemini Flanagan and you couldn’t wait till he made his reemergence.

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damianwaynerocks · 4 years

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Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics

Dedicated To: @lexosaurus

Summary: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, with no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

Word Count: 2744

A/N: Yes, I did put a Ben 10 villain in here. Sue me.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

"Fenton, do you have any twos?"

"Go fish."

Damian grumbled something in Arabic as he picked up a card from the pile.

"I feel like that was a bad word."

"You would be correct."

Danny turned to Stephanie. "Steph, you got any fours?" he asked. Stephanie huffed as she handed him a four of hearts, and Danny grinned victoriously as he took two fours and laid them on the ground.

Seeing as they had a two-hour trip to get to the prison, the four had set the Speeder on autopilot and decided to play a card game. Usually, the Infi-map would have their trip being two seconds, but something was wrong with it, so it was much slower than usual.

"Yo Timbers, you have any kings?" Danny asked the oldest boy. Tim smirked and shook his head.

"Go fish, Ghost Child," he replied. Tim had found it hilarious that Skulker referred to Danny as 'Ghost Child,' and had taken up calling him that as well. He turned to Damian. "You got any twos, Demon Spawn?"

If looks could kill, Tim would be six feet under. Damian threw the card at his older brother, whose eyes gleamed as he laid the twos down by his side. "Danny, you have any... sixes?"

"Yes, sir, I do," Danny chirped as he handed over the card. Tim turned back to Damian.

"You have any threes?"

"No, Drake, I do not," Damian said with a proud smile, "Suck on that." Danny and Stephanie clapped.

"You're learning slang!" they said simultaneously. Damian rolled his eyes, before looking at Stephanie.

"Brown, hand me your sevens," he ordered and smiled proudly as she gave him the cards. "Uno!" he shouted.

"Wrong game, dude," Danny said, "But good effort!"

"So, Danny," Stephanie said, "Why do you call Future-You 'Dark Danny' when you could call him something that isn't cringey like 'Dan?'

"'Dan?'" Danny echoed, "That sounds so... normal. Like can you imagine newscast being like, 'the world is ending, and soon we will all be slaves to Dan.'"

"It sounds much better than Dark Danny," Damian piped up as he took a card from Tim. "That sounds like a roller coaster ride at Six Flags."

"The gremlin's right," Tim agreed. Danny glared at them.

"I'm feeling so attacked right now, guys, and I'll have you know that my girlfriend came up with that name."

"You," Damian said derisively, "Have a girlfriend?" Tim rolled his eyes.

"Damian, yes, you knew that. Samantha Manson, you've literally met her parents at a gala one time," he paused, "Did you not pay attention at all when we were reading Danny's file?"

"I only cared about his abilities as Phantom," Damian replied as Danny exclaimed, "I have a file!?" simultaneously.

"Uh, duh," Stephanie answered, "You think we'd tell you the greatest secret ever if we didn't run a background check first?"

"So you guys know I died, then?" Danny asked nervously, scared of what they'd think. Yeah, sure they knew he was half ghost, but would they think it was weird that he was technically dead? That he wasn't technically fully human?

"Yeah," Stephanie answered as though it was obvious. Danny blinked.

"And... you don't care?"

"You believe you are the only one who has died before?" Damian rolled his eyes, "You are not as special as you think, Fenton. Get over yourself.”

Danny's jaw dropped. "Wait, you've died before?"

"Damian and I both have!" Stephanie said before Damian could reply. "We call ourselves the Dead Robins Club. Jason's in it too. Dick wants to be in it, but we won't let him because he only faked his death, he didn't actually die."

Danny's eyes lit up. "Can I join!?"

"You are not a Robin," Damian pointed out, "So no, you cannot." At Danny's frown, he sighed, and added, "But if you are going to be a child about it, perhaps we could speak to Todd and see if you could be an honorary member."

"Hey, we have like, thirty minutes left till we get there," Tim spoke up, "So let's go over the plan again."

Danny cleared his throat. "Right. So I'll be the distraction. I'll fly in there and cause a ruckus, and distract Walker so you three can get in and find Wulf."

"And because we're humans, we can just walk through things," Tim added, "And I get the collar off of Wulf, and we rescue you."

"There are so many holes in this place," Damian pointed out, "What if Wulf does not trust us? What if Drake cannot get the collar off?"

"Well, that'd suck," Danny replied, "But I trust him, don't worry. The only part that should be difficult is getting me out. Totally do-able, just difficult. But I've done it twice, so we should be fine."

"Yeah, we got this!" Stephanie cracked her knuckles with a grin. "We've succeeded on missions that had way lower odds than this," she paused, "Hey Danny, this Walker guy wants to keep order in the Ghost Zone, right? What are the chances he'd help us?"

"Like two percent," Danny answered, running a hand through his hair, "And even if he does believe us, he'd lock us up here and go after Dark Dan- I'm sorry, Dan," he rolled his eyes at his friends' pointed looks, "by himself, and he doesn't know how he works. This is our best bet."

"Don't worry, we've got this!" Tim promised, "I've broken Jason out of jail before, I'm basically an expert at this."

Thirty minutes later, they had arrived. The four jumped out of the Speeder, Danny pushing a button inside that turned it intangible before he got out. He turned to his friends. "So," he said, "You guys ready?" At their nod, they began.

Danny flew into the air, over the barbed fence. "Hey Walker!" he yelled, "Look at me! I'm a distraction!" He shot a barrage of ecto-blasts into the sky, lighting up the prison in lazarus-green flashes in a similar fashion to fireworks on the Fourth of July.

He grinned as he saw ghosts in police-like uniforms swarming out of the entrance and heading towards him. He rushed towards them, his eyes lighting up as he shot a beam of ecto-energy at the guards, blasting them aside.

A few guards lifted their blasters to their shoulders and fired. Danny did a backflip in the air, contorting his body around the shots before sending back some of his own. This continued for a while, Danny darted in and out of their ranks. He was smiling widely as he lifted both of his hands above his head, a large ball of ecto-energy crackling in them. "You ready for this!?" he shouted as he prepared to throw the massive fireball. "Yippee ki yay, moth-" he was cut off as a net was shot at him, enveloping Danny and sending him crashing to the ground. He groaned as he looked up, and wasn't the least bit surprised to see who had caught him.

A large ghost in a snow-white trench coat with a face of the same color was sneering at him. "Well well well, if it isn't Danny Phantom," Walker smirked, "Causing a ruckus outside my prison? That's against the rules."

"This way," Tim said quietly as he led Damian and Stephanie into the compound. Well, Tim wasn't truly the one leading. Cujo was in front of them, nose to the ground, intent on sniffing out Wulf.

Damian and Stephanie had their backs to one another, the former using the latter to guide him as he was facing the rear, watching for anything trying to sneak up on them. "The Ghost Zone reminds me of the Lazarus Pit," he muttered to himself, "And Phantom's hair is white from it, just like Todd's streak. I wonder..." he stopped talking as Stephanie came to a sudden halt.

They pressed themselves against the wall as six guards marched past, hauling a chained Danny behind them. He was glaring defiantly at Walker, seemingly mocking his stern words, showing no fear.

"I think we're good," Tim whispered as they passed, "Now let's-" he was cut off as he leaned harder against the wall and fell right through it, dragging Stephanie and Damian with him.

"Crap," Stephanie huffed, rubbing her head. "Did you forget that we're like the ghosts here? We can phase through everything here." She frowned as Cujo jumped into her lap, licking her face. He seemed to have phased through with them. "And I guess Cujo can too."

"Red Robin, if only your memory was as strong as your grip," Damian snapped, using Tim's hero name, "Then perhaps we would have found Wulf by now."

"Hey, I'm following the same dog as you," Tim retorted, "Now come on, let's go. The sooner we get out of here, the better."

Cujo yapped as he turned to the right. He dashed in that direction, seemingly having picked up Wulf's scent again. The Gothamites followed him through the prison. They reached a pair of sliding doors below a sign that read 'Dangerous Prisoners' above it.

"Sounds like our guy," Stephanie said. Tim nodded in agreement as they stepped through the doors, phasing through them.

All three of them shivered, a chill running up their spine as terror possessed them. None of them voiced it to the others, but they all got the sense that they were near something that was positively evil.

Cujo, however, didn't seem to mind. Or, if he did, he didn't show it either. He pranced down the hallway, looking over his shoulder and barking at the heroes to follow him. They did so, walking slowly and looking both ways.

They were all more terrified than they had ever been in their lives.

Cujo stopped, wagging his tail with his tongue lolling, in front of a cell. He barked again as he waited for Damian, Tim, and Stephanie to catch up to him.

Wulf was massive. He appeared to be a humanoid-wolf hybrid with a green undertone and a silver collar. He snarled, his hackles rising as the three stood in front of him.

"My name is Red Robin," Tim began, "And this is Robin and Batgirl. We're friends of Danny Phantom."

"Friends of... Dan-knee?" Wulf asked gruffly, his teeth bared. Tim nodded.

"Yeah. He sent us here to break you out," Tim took a hesitant step forward, "But first I have to get that collar off of you. Can I do that?"

Wulf slowly nodded and watched Tim phase through the bars of his cell with narrowed eyes. He flinched as Tim pulled out a small device from his utility belt and set it on the collar. A holographic screen and keyboard appeared above his gauntlet. Tim typing something on the keyboard, and with a blink of the device, the collar fell off.

Wulf rose to his full height, towering over Tim. The latter stood up straight. "Danny has been captured," he said, "Will you help us free him?"

Wulf looked at him and grunted. He turned intangible and phased out of his cell with Tim close behind.

"Fantastic," Damian said with a nod, "Now, let us go find Phantom." The five began to leave but stopped dead in their tracks as a terrifying voice spoke.

"Humans!" the voice hissed.

The Bats turned around to see a terrifying ghost. It had a purple cloak with a spindly tan and black striped body and one glowing purple eye and the same collar that was on Wulf around his neck. The ghost narrowed his single eye as he spoke.

"You are freeing this oaf but not me?" the ghost snarled, "You are leaving me to rot? Me? Zs'Skayr? The High Ecto-Lord of Anur Transyl?"

Wulf snarled as the others were frozen in fear. Something was wrong about this Zs'Skayr. Batgirl, Robin, and Red Robin were heroes. They'd fought with the Justice Leauge. They'd gone toe to toe with Joker.

But Zs'Skayr?

They couldn't explain it, but this being was absolutely horrifying.

"Who are you?" Damian was the first to speak up, shaking like a scared dog being brought outside for the first time. Zs'Skayr's eye flashed.

"I am Zs'Skayr!" he roared, "The most terrifying being in the universe! Arch enemy to the Omnitrix!" he met Damian's eyes. "I am the one who can break you free. I can save your friend and destroy this cursed prison."

"We can't let you that," Tim croaked, "Absolutely not."

Zs'Skayr's eye did not leave Damian's. He cocked his head. "There is a darkness in you, child," he hissed, "One you are trying to overcome. Do not fight it! I can give you all the power you could ever desire!"

Damian gulped, clenching his fists and staring Zs'Skayr right back. "I do not need your power," he said stiffly, "And I do not need your help."

"Let us go," Wulf interrupted, putting a paw on Damian's shoulder. "Need help Danny."

Damian nodded, and with another glance at the Hellish being, they left.

Danny closed his eyes in pain at Walker's punch, but refused to fall. He looked up with a gleam in his eyes.

"That's really the best you got?" Danny scoffed, "You're losing your touch! You've known me for two years and that's all you can do?"

"Just tell me why you're here, kid," Walker replied. Danny groaned.

"I already did!"

"You think I'm stupid enough to believe some lie about time travel?"

"I mean, yeah, I think you're pretty stupid," Danny replied, "But I'm not lying!"

"Sure you aren't, kid."

Danny gave the ghost a blank stare. "You know, Walker, you seem to have trust issues. That sometimes stems from trauma. Do you want to talk about it?"

Walker narrowed his eyes before punching Danny in the face. The boy turned back to him and laughed.

"I've fought Pariah Dark, Fright Knight, and you multiple times and you think a measly punch is gonna shut me up?"

He was stalling. Danny just had to keep it up until his friends could get the cuffs off of him, and he could freeze Walker.

Speaking of freezing, Danny froze as he slowly shut his eyes and sighed, "I've gotta say, though, you might not be the only one who can be stupid," In a ring of light, Danny transformed back into a human, and phased out of the cuffs with ease.

"Ha!" he yelled, "In your face!" He shifted back into his ghost form and grinned as his hands lit up in blue light. "You know, I hate to just run out on you like this, but I gotta go." With a flash of light, Danny thrust his hands in front of him, and a bolt of ice shot from his palms. Walker screamed as his body was encased in ice.

Danny shook his head as he floated to the ground. "Now, where oh where are my friends?"

"Right here, my guy!" At the sound of Stephanie's voice, Danny turned around to see his friends, with Wulf close behind. Danny's face lit up.

"Wulf!" he shouted with glee, "I've missed you, buddy!"

"Miss you too," Wulf replied.

"Let's get out of here," Tim said, "Before they realize you and Wulf have escaped."

A red flashing light lit up above them. Damian sucked in his teeth. "Too late."

Danny waved his hand. "Come on, let's go!" With that, the group dashed forward, phasing through the wall.

They skidded to a halt as they were faced with ten guards. They swung their batons. "Freeze!" one of them yelled.

Danny shrugged. "If you say so," he blasted them with a wave of ice, freezing the guards. Tim grinned.

"Nice one, Phantom," he praised as they continued forward, tucking a rolling above the frozen ghosts with ease.

They phased through another wall, Wulf leading them forward. Two guards appeared in front of them, but Wulf swatted them aside with ease. Phasing through another wall, they were outside.

They were almost to the Speeder. Danny looked behind him and saw an army of guards swarming out of the doors of the prison. Danny skidded to a halt in the air and turned around. He blasted the group with ice, freezing half of them. The other half, though, they kept coming.

Danny turned back around, phasing into the Speeder where the others were already seated. "Come on, Tim, let's go!" he urged, looking outside the window as he spoke. Tim pushed a button on the control panel, and the vessel rose into the air and, with sonic boom behind them, shot into the air and away from the prison.

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thorniest-rose · 4 years

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A few days ago an amazing anon submitted this little abo reddie fic! they’ve given me permission to post so please enjoy its dirty deliciousness x

eddie’s mom won’t let him take sex ed classes, even once he’s of age, so everything he knows is from his friends (mostly richie) reiterating what they’ve learnt at school. the others all get to see pictures of omega and beta and alpha bodies, to understand what all the different parts do and what happens to them during a heat or a rut, but eddie’s never gotten the chance to see anything other than his own body.

so one day when richie’s over (this time telling him all the stuff about alphas they’re learning at the moment), eddie screws up his courage and the heat that’s pooling in his stomach and between his hips at his best friend’s words to ask if he can see. they have other friends who are alphas too, like richie, but eddie wouldn’t be able to ask them. his relationship with richie just feels - different, somehow. plus, admittedly, he doesn’t want to look at their bodies the way he wants to look at richie’s.

richie is surprised - eddie always seems so embarassed when he’s being told all this sex stuff, knees pressed together, looking like he doesn’t really want to be there - but he’s staring at richie now, chin tilted up, cheeks pinked. and richie wonders if that’s what it is - if eddie’s in heat, or about to go into heat, and the request is driven by nothing more than sixteen-year-old hormones. but eddie’s looking at him so eagerly, flushed and curious and just a little shy, and really, richie’s never been able to deny eddie a thing. and so he does as eddie asks, and opens up his jeans.

it’s embarrassing - he’s never done anything like this with anyone else (not that this is anything, he reminds himself; eddie’s just doing whatever he can to educate himself, to slip a little further from his mother’s clutches) - but that doesn’t stop him from getting a little hard. he’s always at least slightly aroused around eddie these days, anyhow; has always loved him, at first with the innocence of childhood adoration, now, since puberty, with the same amount of devotion, if not more, but also with the very adult desire to push his face between eddie’s soft, sun-kissed thighs; to bend him at the waist and curve his own body around him from behind; to join together with him, to bite and kiss and mark and mate. and eddie has always been beautiful, of course he has, but ever since he presented it’s like he’s tailor-made to be a figment of richie’s wildest wet dreams, which he does of course feature in. frequently.

eddie’s staring at him, eyes a little wider than usual, and he’s close enough that richie can feel his hot breath against his neck. he looks like he’s about to say something - and then he doesn’t - and then he parts his lips and fucking licks them, and richie can hear it. it sends his brain into a filthy tailspin, so distracting he hardly hears when eddie says, “where’s, um…where’s the knot?”

“oh,” richie says, his mind finally catching up to what’s going on around it. “uh - it’s here.” he touches the thick ring of slightly looser skin towards the base of his cock, “but you have to be, y’know. fully hard for it to, um…make an appearance.” he gestures vaguely, trying to indicate the way the gland swells outwards during the heat of the moment. inwardly, he curses his choice of phrasing, because it makes him want to do a voice, a stupid ringmaster’s, announcer’s voicy, cheesy and overblown. but more than the weird compulsion to do that, he doesn’t want to destroy the strange atmosphere that’s been cast, that’s been steadily filling eddie’s bedroom over the past couple of weeks during their illicit lessons and has been brewing between the two of them since they first met at four years old.

eddie tears his gaze away from richie’s dick, and this time, it’s impossible to mistake the redness of his skin; the beading sweat along his hairline.

“eds,” richie says, and he reaches out to touch the back of his free hand to eddie’s forehead, “are you in heat?”

eddie’s eyes flutter closed at the contact, but he opens them quickly again, like he’s fighting to keep looking at richie. “no,” he says. “got a few more days to go.”

he’s in pre-heat, then, which isn’t as dangerous for his or richie’s sanity, though richie’s own, state-approved sex ed classes have taught him that during these few days eddie will likely feel a little “out of sorts,” as one teacher had put it; more prone to become aroused or overheated; more likely to experience skin tenderness or mild aches or pains.

eddie does feel like that; warm and turned-on. it’s not uncommon for him to get flustered like this after one of the losers’ second-hand classes; it’s not like he has access to porn, or anything like that, his mother being the way she is - there’s no way he’d be able to hide it from her - and especially after spending time with richie, who has always been attractive to him, even when he’s being annoying; he’s like a fucking magnet, eddie thinks. but since officially presenting as an alpha, richie’s shot up to six foot, and his growth shows no signs of slowing. plus, his shoulders are wide, and his hands are big, and his voice has deepened and there’s dark hair growing on his chest and arms, and something about it makes eddie want to bare his neck to him, part his legs, roll over and submit.

he’s not alone in this attraction, he thinks (hopes, desperately) because sometimes when he looks at richie, richie is already looking at him, eyes dark, knuckles white. and even in the last few moments, eddie doesn’t think he’s imagining that richie’s cock has filled out, just a little, and that his face has colored.

so it’s with this in mind he presses even closer to his best friend, not just wanting but needing the warmth and solidness of his body, and says, his voice coming out embarrassingly breathily, “c-can i touch?”

richie, voice cracking says, “you sound like bill.”

“shut up,” eddie says, fiercely, and richie laughs, and takes his smaller hand in his own large one (eddie’s stomach does a backflip), and guides it between his legs.

it’s warm to the touch, and the skin there is surprisingly soft, and eddie is suddenly consumed by the desire to push his head into richie’s lap and scent him; but he fights it off. this thing between them, whatever it is, feels thin and fine and delicate, and he thinks he’ll honestly die if it shatters. it feels good to touch someone else like this - to touch another guy - to touch richie specifically - and it makes that place between his legs that’s been dampening ever since richie dropped down on his bed and started talking about cocks and knots and ruts pulse wetly.

“wait,” richie says, and eddie almost whimpers as he gets up - but he’s only tugging his jeans off, pulling his boxers down until they’re resting just beneath his balls - and this time, when richie sits back down at his side and takes his hand, he pulls eddie a little more firmly down towards where he’s almost fully hard, where the knot is starting to swell. it’s enough to make eddie gasp out loud.

“okay, eds?” richie asks him. his voice sounds a little strained.

eddie nods, no longer focused quite so intensely on his cock, but instead staring up into richie’s eyes - until he feels a bead of something damp against his fingers, and can’t help but look back down. richie is fully hard now, and he looks huge in eddie’s slender hand. “you’re hard,” he whispers, touching one fingertip to the slit in the fat head and feeling richie shudder beside him at the touch.

“yeah,” richie says, voice rough, “and you’re wet.”

eddie starts, glancing down at himself, hoping he’s not leaked through his shorts and all over the bed - it’s something he’s done before, after a particularly vivid dream - but he hasn’t. not that he can see, anyway. but when he looks back up at richie, the other boy’s nostrils are flaring.

“i can smell you,” he says, and that sends a pulse of slick sliding between his cheeks and down the inside of one thigh.

“rich,” eddie says, though he isn’t certain what he wants to say next - then richie saves him from the agony, saying, “eds, please -”

really, eddie doesn’t know what it was richie was going to say, but he lets go of richie’s cock and raises his own hips anyway, tugging his shorts and underwear down his legs and tossing them onto the floor. they’ll be soaked through, he knows, and he’ll have to wash them himself in the bathroom sink before his mom comes home, but in that moment he doesn’t care.

“fuck, eds,” richie says, and then eddie is on him, pushing him back onto the bed so they are lying on their sides, facing one another.

“can i touch you again?” eddie says, and his voice is shaking. “please, rich -”

“yeah,” richie says. “yeah, baby, you can touch me -” but eddie’s hand is already on him, tracing the path of the milky liquid that’s oozing down his shaft, patting the fat, red head, timidly trailing over his balls which are, embarrassingly, already pulling up tight against his body, and, best of all, circling his knot, seemingly fascinated by the way the skin is tighter and darker there, squeezing and petting and stroking in a way which richie knows he won’t be able to hold out against for much longer.

“do you,” eddie says, and richie doesn’t miss the way his hips are wriggling, the way he’s rubbing his thighs together, the way his own smaller cock is straining against his lower stomach - “do you want to touch me too, rich?”

richie can’t think of anything he wants more, in that moment. “fuck, eds,” he says, and eddie’s thighs fall wide open the second he reaches towards him, the sight of which just makes his cock throb harder, “i do. always want to touch you.”

eddie is wet, wet, wet between his legs, and his little hole is slippery and open already - it’s nothing, really, to slide one finger in there.

eddie’s body jolts at the touch, and he moans too, the sound high and reedy, and it takes a moment for richie to realise eddie’s actually pushing down against his finger.

eddie’s mouth is hung open, one leg hitched up, bent at the knee to allow richie better access to his hole, his hand stuttering up and down on richie’s cock, and it’s not until eddie bites his lower lip, and reaches between his own thighs with his free hand to push his own middle finger into himself alongside richie’s that they both come, gasping each other’s names.

richie, as an alpha, comes hard - eddie can’t stop staring at the amount of it on his hand and bed sheets - and even after richie slides his finger out of eddie, eddie keeps his own in there, pumping slowly, gently, just teasing himself, and it makes richie groan and his knot throb.

after that they have even more frequent lessons together, in eddie’s room and in richie’s, wherever they can be alone. richie goes on teaching him all the things they learn at school - about birth control and how best to manage his cycles - but also about how he likes having his knot teased through orgasm, about how he can kiss and lick eddie’s hole for hours and make him cum over and over again. and eddie shows richie how well he can use his throat, how dirtily he can move his hips. and after they’re done, richie always slides his fingers back inside of eddie, and eddie nips kisses into richie’s neck, and they whisper to one another about how one day they’ll have their own place, and they won’t have to bite their pleasure into pillows or each other’s hands anymore, but moan and laugh and be together the way they’ve always wanted to.

#reddie #omega!eddie #alpha!richie #omg please give me more #merry christmas to me #submission #i'm so in love with eddie as an omega

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nyarisu · 4 years

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Rammstein: Paris liveblogging

This live is so fancy! My god, the intro is so dramatic, and the guys haven’t even appeared XD there are even alarm sounds!

Their entrance is *chef’s fingers kiss* and Ollie being the high fantasy dark elf we all asspire to be XD Say what you will about the spasmic editing, this was very nicely filmed!

I love the array of microphones on Till’s coat.

Asdghjl the flags being set into place and then Ollie with the flame! It’s all so badass! Also Schneider is hot XD

Sonne

Oooh they’re starting with this one! Also one of the few times he’s counting.

The instrumental at the beginning is always giving me shivers, it’s so powerfull

And I love the static editing

I can say whatever I want about this song being over mentioned by everyone... but the true is it’s amazing!

Don’t punch yourself, dumb baby.

THE FIRE!!!

Lol @ Richard being a sea urchin XD

The ending was fantastic<3 very dramatic!

Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen

Aasdfghjkl THAT SHOT OF SCHNEIDER!!!

The doom guy sounds are killing me I love them and the fireworks collars are amazing. I love this song so much!

Schneider throwing the drummstick in the air ♡

„AAAAAAA AAAAA” silly editing of Till every time AAAA BUT FUNNY NONETHELESS

„RAMMSTEIN!”

I love the gloves!

This song always gets me so pumeped up! And the editing makes it even more dramatic and full o energy!

The fire works at the end!

Keine Lust

Unfortunately, I sometimes vibe with this song T_T

It has such a powerful beginning it must be wonderful to hear it live.

Wanna see me fangirl again about Schneider spinning the stick midair and then catching it again?

Flake loks weird and I wouldn’t trust him.

Richard’s „nein, Ich habe keine Lust”

Dear lord Till has wonderfull eyes.

Wtf was with that tongue, Jonas??

Very nice Schnooter shots!

Oh, Ollie is hoodless now. A bit better, I think.

Paul being badass with his guitar.

Till bby who hurt you like this?

(fortunately for me ich habe some Lust hence me doing this liveblog)

Sehnsucht

Let’s geT NOSTALGIC BITCHES

I love that chanting so much!

Did he just made a cross sign??

Till is doing some hammering and Flake is just vibing XD

The chanting! The fire! The atmpshere!! I love everything about this song live

If he doesn’t hit his forhead.... oh, he actually didn’t...

Asche zu Asche

Nice trio in the front~

I swear to god Richard is always sexy on the mic during this song and he’s probably doing it on purpose! And the way he gestures!!

Lol I was wondering when Till will start acting like a slut XD

The keyboards are amazing before the last chorus.

Yesssh microhpones on fire!1

Feuer frei

Ugh that tongue edit again... leave Till’s tongue alone, Jonas!

Auch, that hurt.

BANG BANG

Flake, chase that nonsense right away XD

Leave his eye alone too!

That Schneider smirk when Till came with the mask. I love the masks!

IMAGINE BEING THERE and seeing this asdfghjkl the ultimate Rammstein experience.

Mutter

Some green lightng oh no that’s Mutter better be prepared to have my heart broken. The saddest song to ever sad you have no idea what it does to me.

Richard playing there, he’s really feeling the song.

The guitar solo is amazing!

Till was suffering there and I was shamelessly admiring Schneider behind him XD

God his eyes

The spark shower, if that doesn’t beak your heart even further... (but very nice arms >w>)

*sighs* that was fantastic~

Mein Teil

Wow I can’t belive he even added sound effects to the title melting away gross :))))

I’m getting goosebumps because of the insrtumental, it’s that awesome!

I love the moves schenider has in the background. And everytime he strikes the air with his fist.

Flake popping out of the couldron kils me everytime XD

Too much blood editing.

„da aAS IS MEIN TEIL!”

Schneider is being once again sexy in the back.

Till has funny dance moves but i love his serious face

And Flake being like no thank you I’m not buying anythingXD

Let’s START THE FLAKE COOKING

„you over there, give me your fire throwing thingy” jaaaaaaaa

There is no concert without Fklake’s spastic dance moves XD

Du riechst so gut

The bow!!

„der Wahnsinn” dear lord Richard you’re killing me.

The first time I saw Paul and Till doing that I almost had a heart attack I really thought they were gonna smash their heads together XD I see them doing it for shits and giggles.

I love the synchronised head baniging (more like bodybanging)

Yes, guitars on fire! Congrats on throwing that now jump after it :)))))

I just want to kiss Till’s mouth.

Links 2 3 4

Schneider stop being sexy!

I love the guys’ entrance for this song.

Till being all business. Onwards, my mighty stallion XD

The last chorus was very nice and full of energy (thanks editing).

Du hast

Ugh to those lightnings but otherwise is fantastic.

Do you think they ever get sick of playing it? I never expected this to be Richard’s fav song to play live....

That RZK ass XD

The fire!

Oh the keyboard must be divine live~

It must be really impressing to have a full hall singing just for you.

And then my favourite part! All that thing wiht shooting fire that comes back and then the whole stage exploding! Definitely my favourite R+ effect. Really nice image

Haifish

This gave me goosebumps again

„Sechs Herzen, die brennen” *choking* thanks for the feels-

Flake is really brave for doing that boat thingy. I could never.

Lol those dance moves, unexpected butf unny as usual.

Till clapping for Flake XDDD silly

I like the pose he aodopted while waiting for the song to move on.

Buck dich intro

This gets it’s own section because I love the instrumental so much!! Or remix, whatever you wanna cal it. It’s fantastic<3

And Richard enjoying every eye on him :D Nice ass anyway.

Weird over editing I don’t understand but whatever, we’re ignoring that.

Woo woo machine XD

Asdhjkl the BRIDGE IS COMING DOWN

THEY ARE COMING SDFGHJKLSCJHNV EJUSCD

Hello Frau Schneider and her puppies #till lehman is a sub

One of my favourite Till looks.

Of course he must be humping something or someone XD

Schneider x Rchard banter is the best. And then bodilly dragging Till onto the stage<3 I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING OK??

Look at him being a good puppy RHI WHERE IS YOUR FIC??

Buck dich

Honestly now what is better that a shirtless Till with a colar?

The most syncopated instrumental ever. They are fucking crazy (I love them).

I was reminded of this fic XDD

Wow imagine being there and seeing Buck dich for the first time that is wild

„why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 1)

„NOCH EINMAL!!!”

The whole ending with Till and Schneider was hilarious XDDD

Man gegen man

Let’s go with that gay song! XD

Dumb editing but I’m focusing on Flake dancing beside Till.

He has an amazing back<3

I love how he goes crazy during the solo.

Wow Jonas went full with the editing for a few seconds didn’t he?

Also Till did something very sexy with that watter bottle.

Ohne dich

Time to have no feels again

I want that collar too.

Paulchard vibing together’

The hall looks amazin with all those little light on!

Dear lord Schneider looks fantastic.

Paul being cute again XD

Asdfghjkl Till crossing that bridge gave me a nose bleed tbh

Mein Herz brennt

My favorurite instrumental ever! And the one who convinced me to listen to this band.

A little sad they put on shirts again but hey, at least RZK took his off XD

The glowing heart is a loved effect but I preffer the current one to this, the timing is better now.

Amerika

Live is the only way I’m not skipping this song. The last time I listened to it is probably the last time I watched this very live XD

Are they actually whistling?

Why do they all look so good?

Flake, what are you doing? :)))

Ich will

Richard’s arms lookin fine and Till is being a slutt with the microphone again XD

Was that chick shirtles? XDD

Nice firework at the end.

Engel

So... is this whistling real or?

Those wings... in Till’s defence, I thing the floating wings are much more spectacular and much easier for his back too.

Pew!

Why!! Why do you edit those things?? They are gonna give me nightmares!

But whatever the wings on fire are cool.

Really Jonas this is not an anime stop enlarging eyes.

Pussy

Another badass entrance, considering the song XD

„Er könnte etwas größer sein” will always kill me :)))

Oh, your eyes are so pretty~

Poor mic stand.

The dick canon! To be in the first few rows... XDD „why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 2)

I love how wide Till’s back is<3

„let’s do it QUICK” peak slutiness from Herr Lindemann :)))))

I love how they all gathered around Schneider.

It impresses me so much everytime they kneel for their audience<3

Looking very nice there, Ollie!

I thought Schneider was gonna do a backflip with how he streched XDDD oh, hello Richard~

Fruhling in Paris

Till has very nice legs.

Not saying anything about him floating off like a damn fairy :)))))

I love evey time one of the others is singling along (this time: Schneider)

And Flake just ran off XD

Conclusions:

Tbh when I’m lacking motivation I really should watch this live it gives so much energy!

The Amerika / Engel whistling question still stands.

2 hours of nothing but Rammstein. I approve

#rammstein #rammbois #liveblogging

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supercasey · 4 years

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Nomad of Nowhere Modern Twins AU Camping Shenanigans

I did this because I have fucking writer’s block and my new medication for my depression/anxiety is making me feel a bit sucky as I get used to it, so here, have some antics that I may or may not try writing/drawing sometime.

I’m gonna set this camping trip when Hunter and Skout are in high school (both 15) and Melinda is still in elementary school (9).

For context, Benjamin and Annabeth are absolutely nature enthusiasts- I mean, they built their own fucking house for crying out loud!- so camping trips aren’t all that out of place for them, but this time they insist that their oldest kids bring their friends from school along! (Last time they brought some of Melinda’s friends, they accidentally started a fire, and no one wants to relive that shit.)

Skout brings Toth, who’s nervous AF to meet Skout’s parents (she knows they’re pretty damn accepting and in a polyam relationship, but I doubt anyone’s all that excited to meet their significant other’s folks), while Hunter brings the Three Amigos, which of course includes Null, who he only just started dating in secret.

While Ben and Anna are really freaking hyped for the trip, Adrian is a bit less excited, as he fucking loathes outdoor activities of any kind (the family has countless pictures of them all together after a hike, and Adrian always looks close to passing out in them), but he’s excited to meet his kids’ friends!

The whole group road trips to a nice forest that they can camp in, but due to the size of their crew, they split into two vans: Benjamin, Annabeth, Skout, Toth, and Melinda are in one van, with Adrian, Hunter, Null, Santi, and Jethro are in the other.

The road trip is a fucking MESS; Ben and Anna keep arguing over directions (despite Skout offering her phone for GPS, also Ben can’t drive at all but Anna drives like a maniac), so they get lost for several hours.

In the meantime, Adrian’s van is loud AF, since the Three Amigos are a pretty rowdy bunch, and Hunter convinced his dad to let him choose the music, which is just Lemon Demon at top volume for several hours straight. Adrian is in hell and it’s Touch-Tone Telephone on repeat.

Thankfully, once they get to the campsite, things are looking up... except that Don Paragon’s family has their giant ass RV parked directly next to the family’s campsite, and Don brought Red Manuel along because his parents told him to bring a friend from school. Needless to say, none of the teens are happy to see each other outside of school.

Santi and Jethro almost get fucking lost in the woods at some point, but they end up finding a really nice little unpolluted lake to swim in when they do. They run and grab Hunter and Null to go swimming, and it’s fun until Don shows up and bitches about how since his family is wealthier, it’s his and (I guess) Red’s private lake to swim in (it isn’t), and how if they don’t leave he’ll call the cops on them (he wouldn’t).

During this rant, Toth and Skout finally catch up to the boys, and seeing Don Paragon doing his usual BS, Toth simply picks him up and tosses him into the lake, getting his fancy bathrobe and slippers soaked.

Don goes OFF, but gets cut off when Skout, who’s stronger than she looks, picks up Red and tosses him in on top of Don. Everyone laughs (even Red, though he’s smart enough to hide it), before continuing with their swim (though Don still bitches the whole time).

Meantime, the parents aren’t doing much better. Ben and Anna start engaging in a sort of “Parent Contest” with Don Paragon’s folks, trying to insist that they’re cooler parents/have better kids.

Ben vs Don’s Dad is a lot more hostile/direct, while Anna vs Don’s Mom is a lot more passive aggressive and soccer mom-like.

Ben: “Oh, yer son’s got straight A’s? Well mine can fuckin’ backflip ‘n clap at the same damn time! How ya like dat, Michael!?”

Anna: “Aw, Karen, your son is such a sweet boy! :) Remember the time he made Hunter cry, so Skout threw him off a jungle gym? :)) They grow up so fast! :)))”

Meanwhile, Adrian and the Paragon family’s butler shoot the shit over some beers and ignore their companions’ bullshit.

Despite all of the arguing earlier, Don’s folks are convinced that Hunter and Don are best friends for some reason, so they insist on doing a huge family cookout, which everyone else begrudgingly agrees to, if only because Ben is excited about eating free “rich people food” (which Adrian reminds him isn’t all that better than middle class food, but whatever).

In short; El Rey (Adrian’s dog) eats a bunch of raw hotdogs and pukes them up in Anna’s purse, Skout and Toth almost kiss but Hunter accidentally ruins it by playing his guitar right next to them, Melinda keeps sneaking punches at Don when no one’s looking because that bitch made her big bro cry a lot when he was younger, Ben accidentally sets his poncho on fire, and Null, Santi, and Jethro all get food poisoning from Adrian’s under-cooked hamburgers.

At one point, Nomad (Hunter’s cat) runs off after hearing a loud bang from the woods. At this point, it’s really late at night, and Nomad is a black cat, so no one can find him. Hunter goes into hysterics, as Nomad is his closest friend/therapy cat, so after all the parents go to bed, the teens agree to put aside their differences and go to find Nomad.

Don, of course, makes it about himself and insists he’ll find the cat first, and when he does, he expects Hunter (he makes a mean joke about Skout needing to do it for him) to give him a sincere thank you, and then an apology for his family’s horrid behavior towards him! With that, he storms off, Red Manuel hot on his heels but looking a bit... frustrated? How very weird.

Hunter is so freaked out, he just starts running through the woods looking for Nomad, but luckily for him, Melinda can keep up with him. She’s trying to get him to go back to the campsite, as he’s too worked up to be looking for Nomad, and after trying and failing to talk him into listening to her, Melinda simply sits down and fake-sobs, saying she’s scared. Snapped out of it by big brother instincts, Hunter picks her up and takes her back to camp to wait with her until someone finds Nomad.

Seeing as the Three Amigos are as sick as El Rey was earlier (oh dear god, did Anna flip about the puke in her purse), it’s up to Skout, Toth, Don, and Red to find Nomad.

Toth and Skout use the time to talk in privacy, discussing future plans and how this trip has gone. Skout is embarrassed, worried that Toth hated this trip/hates her family, while Toth is convinced she made a bad impression on Skout’s parents. It’s a bit awkward, but they manage to convey their worries to each other and have them reassured away.

During this moment, they end up in a nice little clearing with dandelions sprouting everywhere. Skout laughs, and says something about how although she thinks the Dandy Lion mascot at school is dumb, she’s always loved dandelions. Toth, in response, plucks the largest one and braids it into Skout’s hair.

Skout’s Honor finally gets their fucking kiss, since up until now it’s kept almost happening, but due to public embarrassment/awkwardness, they’ve held back. Now though, away from everyone, they get enough privacy to have their first ever kiss.

Of course, it doesn’t last long before Red Manuel pokes his head through the trees and asks what tf they’re doing. Both girls go scarlet, insisting it was nothing, while Red simply cackles.

Toth goes to punch him in the jaw, but stops mid-swing when Red, in a panic, holds up Nomad to stop her.

Both Toth and Skout are baffled, surprised that Red managed to catch Nomad. Toth, who’s never much liked Red, asks why tf he’s not trying to use Nomad as leverage over them, or better yet, why didn’t he give Nomad to Don so he could use the cat to bully Hunter some more.

For the first time ever, Red seems genuinely upset with Don, and vents to the couple that Don Paragon’s been an asshole to him the entire trip, and only brought him along to make himself look good in front of his parents. He goes on to say that Don ordered him not to talk in front of his folks, and although Red hated the very idea, he agreed because it was better than staying at home with his mom all summer.

Skout grows concerned immediately, and tries to ask about Red’s mom, but he clams up, insisting that Skout just take her brother’s dumb cat (who seems to really like Red) because he doesn’t want to listen to Hunter freak out anymore.

After Hunter is finally reunited with Nomad, he’s absolutely ecstatic, hugging his cat while dancing around with joy. Once Skout tells him that Red Manuel found Nomad, Hunter doesn’t hesitate to run and hug him. Red obviously enjoys the affection, but he tries to play it off nonetheless.

Don eventually finds out that Nomad was found, and freaks tf out about how he was supposed to find him, and that he was supposed to get an apology, dammit!

Toth fucking snaps, telling Don straight up that he’s a piece of shit and should just be happy that Nomad got found, to which Don says pointblank that he wishes Nomad had gotten eaten by a bear, if only so he could see that “R-slur mute’s” face when he found the cat’s remains. Hunter starts crying, horrified by the mental imagery, while Don laughs at him, calling Hunter a pussyboy for crying. Red Manuel, in his rage at his so-called friend’s terrible behavior, punches Don in the dick.

Don is Surprised Pikachu Face(TM), because what tf is Red doing? He’s supposed to be Don’s little yes-man! Tbh, everyone is shocked, and Red finally loses his shit, shouting that Don is an awful fucking friend, and that he resents even knowing him.

((Me? Craving a future Red Manuel Redemption Arc(TM) almost as much as Season 2 of NoN? It’s more likely than you think.))

By now, the parents start waking up, and Don’s dad asks his son what’s going on. Smirking, and with his back turned to his father, Don says that Red is going to be going home with Hunter’s family, as he believes he’s about to strand Red in the wilderness as payback.

Red is freaked out, and makes to beg for Don’s forgiveness, when Skout outright confirms that yes, Red is coming with them, because Red is their friend!

Don is shocked again, but his parents just shrug and tell everyone to go back to bed. Adrian and Ben (the only ones who woke up, because Anna’s a heavy sleeper) are confused, but when Skout tells them that Red needs a ride later, they just shrug and say something like “Eh, what’s one more fucking kid?”

Red is nervous as fuck the next morning, still reeling over what he said to Don, but everyone (even the Three Amigos, who are all still pretty sick) assure him that he did the right thing.

Ben, Anna, and Adrian agree to pack up a bit early that morning, on account of the Paragon family terrorizing them, the Three Amigos getting sick, and almost losing Nomad. However, to make up for the short and crazy trip, they offer to host a slumber party at their house for all the teens, which everyone is on-board with.

Red’s a bit hesitant to agree, and says they can just drop him off near his place and he can leave them be, but Ben, sensing the kid’s anxiety, assures him that he’s welcome to stay with them for the night. After Skout tells him the same thing (with Hunter nodding in agreement), Red agrees, and has an awesome time with everyone!

At the start of the next school year (sophomore year/10th grade), Red Manuel goes back to hanging out with Don Paragon, but he’s noticeably less mean to the twins, and even gets caught helping Hunter pick up his books a few times when Don knocks them out of his hands in the hall.

Sorry, this kinda ended up as more of an “I love Red Manuel, or at least, my characterization of him” rant, but oh well, I hope y’all like my dumb rambling anyways!

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cosmicheromp3 · 5 years

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so yesterday it was 2am and i was feeling soft and i remembered this dumb post, and, well, i made it into an actual thing. and today it was 12am and i was feeling soft again and finally finished editing it. anyways here have some dickroy tenderness

A fist connects to a jaw and there’s barely any give under it, and that’s when Dick knows he’s in trouble.

There are one too many henchmen on a night where he shouldn’t, if he followed any logic, have gone out. He doesn’t remember the last time he got more sleep than just a quick nap – if he stopped to think about it, he’d realize it was more than three days ago. But to Dick, world-on-his-shoulders Dick, any night where he isn’t bedridden with an injury is a night when he can – should – go out.

That’s not how the human body works, however. And Dick, for all the magic and powers and aliens that are part of his life, is just that. Human.

Maybe not “just” human, as he is still powering through, against all odds. He isn’t entirely himself, though, and anyone who knows him will notice – not enough flips, not enough show, not enough grace. His body, always yearning to take off and fly, seems to want to stay close to the ground. The limited space is working in his favor, the platform on the docks narrow enough that he can push attackers to the water, but a mistake is bound to happen any second.

And it does. One of the henchmen gets hold of a gun that, if Dick was the tiniest bit more lucid, he would have discarded properly. And this henchman, he points, to the bright blue symbol on Nightwing’s chest – shining in the night like a target he put on himself.

But he never gets to pull the trigger. What he gets, instead, is an arrow knocking the gun off his hand and scraping his trigger finger, hurting him no more than a paper cut, like a warning.

It works like the flick of a switch; the air, heavy and humid like it always is in the docks, now feels electrical, like a song where there’s a sudden crescendo. Dick’s face is lit up by a grin that can’t be wider because it’s physically impossible, a slightly unsettling image paired up with the white eyes of his domino mask. Shrouded by the shadows, on his vantage point on top of a crate, the mysterious archer smiles, and almost wants to laugh.

Even so far apart, they fight together like it’s a dance. No commands need to be called out loud; no warning to duck, no signal for where to shoot. It’s the practice of two people who’ve been teammates for as long as they can remember, and it’s the familiarity of two people who understand each other better than themselves.

With a backflip and a kick and one last arrow zipping through the air, it’s done. Habit takes over and without stopping to think about it Dick’s tying up the mostly unconscious henchmen (only a preventive measure, for now, before he figures out what his course of action is here). He uses these seconds to try to get his breathing back to normal, but he doesn’t seem to be able to, and not entirely because of the fight.

“You can come out now.” He says to the now still darkness around him.

Then, there he is. Roy Harper, bathed in moonlight, red hair and sparkling green eyes; he looks – impossible. Like a dream. With the sound of the waves splashing rhythmically against the docks, Dick thinks it’s hard not to find the poetry in the moment. He’s suddenly entirely awake, his chest pulsing with something he recognizes but doesn’t dare name.

It’s been too long since he last saw him, and Dick aches. Roy does too.

They both take a step forward at the same time – carefully, like they don’t want to disturb the night around them, but eager, hungry, impatient.

Another step forward, another step forward, and then they’re only a breath away. The adrenaline wearing off and exhaustion kicking in, Dick is unable or unwilling to move, lest his muscles give out from under him – he only manages to stand there and breathe in Roy, his presence, his warmth. Roy lets his head fall, just the slightest bit, so his forehead rests against Dick’s. Dick is sweaty and his hair curls and sticks to the edges of his face, but neither of them notice, or care, for that matter.

“You were supposed to arrive tomorrow.” Dick says, finding his voice, hoarse, and feeling the – the suggestion of Roy’s lips, so close, as his move to form the words.

“Something told me I would need to save your ass.” They both let out a breathy laugh, and their chests brush, if for a second. But it’s short lived, and then they’re still again. Roy tilts his head, not to kiss, not yet, and gets even closer: cheeks pressed together, softly leaning on each other. Dick’s arm, with a mind of its own, moves so that his hand curls around the side of Roy’s neck, thumb softly tracing the line of his jaw.

“Besides,” – breathe in; breathe out – “I wanted to surprise you.” Roy’s voice, barely above a whisper, fades out and melts into the night.

For a moment, neither of them feel anything but their own breaths and each other’s heartbeats. When Dick’s body finally collapses – when he lets himself finally collapse –, Roy’s arms are ready to hold on to him, and Dick’s face fits perfectly snuggled into the crook of Roy’s neck. And if there’s a kiss, now, it’s only a brush of soft lips against dark hair; and if there’s a kiss, later, it’s in the comfort of home and in the privacy of each other – except, except, home was never really about a place.

#dickroy #dick grayson #roy harper #my writing #fic #this writing style had me THIS close to writing shit like 'dick. our dear hero'#me writing this: IT'S NOT THE TIME FOR TENDERNESS IDIOTS THERE'S PEOPLE UNCONSCIOUS ON THE GROUND #disclaimer i don't know how fighting or shooting arrows works so just go with the descriptions and act like they're plausible #i spent like 10 minutes figuring out where to put the read more fjdkjd

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letmeletmetrashyourlove · 5 years

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Nothing Has To Be True

Author’s Note: I did this as a blurb prompt, but it didn’t seem to do very well in that format? So I’m posting it as a more official style work to see if that helps.

Summary: Roger’s wife has seen the evidence of him cheating many times, but has chosen to stay. Until now.

Based On: Nothing Has To Be True by First Aid Kit

The house was nice. Gorgeous, even. Far nicer than either he or I grew up in or were accustomed to.

Sure. It was nice. But I often found myself wandering aimlessly, running my fingers over the overpriced furniture, covered in dust from lack of use. He got me a kitten after we moved in, knowing that I was lonely while he was gone. The kitten was affectionately named Shit-Head after she immediately climbed and destroyed the curtains in our bedroom.

The bedroom was hardly used. My side of the bed was always ruffled, drawers of my dresser halfway open, closet door ajar and hangers crooked.

His drawers got no use. His clothes were all piled into a suitcase sitting on a hotel floor thousands of miles away.

There were three spare bedrooms. One for guests that never came. The other two intended to be used as rooms for our children. We’d yet to be blessed with any. The walls were painted a faint yellow with sheer white curtains hung over the towering windows. Now they were used for storage. Christmas decorations still in their original package, wedding gifts from years ago that were yet to be opened.

The phone used to ring every night. There used to be a letter in the mailbox at least three times a week. But now the only sound in the house was the radio that faintly played while I went about chores.

At least he had an excuse not to call tonight. He was traveling home and would be here tonight. And despite the house getting no use, I always felt I had to clean like a mad woman. A box of wine sat on the counter empty, the remnants in my glass that I sipped as I wandered.

I was still running around the house in a robe with my hair messily piled on top of my head when the front door slammed. Roger’s soft voice as he talked to Shit-Head echoed through the house. I ran around the corner to see him taking off his sunglasses and setting them on top of his head.

His expression shifted to a lopsided grin when he saw me, stepping forward as I sprang onto him, burying my head in his neck.

“Hello, love.” He breathed, arms secured around my shoulders while my hands bunched up the back of his shirt, “God, I’ve fucking missed you.”

I inhaled his scent, a hint of smoke and whiskey along with his cologne.

He was somehow everything I wanted and everything I loathed.

He was sharp-tongued and charismatic to those he didn’t know well. But he had a softer side. Endearing, loving, soft, gentle, romantic.

The problem was that I wasn’t the only person he was showing that side to. And I knew it.

I couldn’t count on one hand how many times I had to wash a lipstick stain out of one of his garments when he returned. The first time, it was on the shoulder of his shirt and I made an excuse for it. Maybe he hugged a woman wearing lipstick and it got on his shirt. Maybe that’s what happened to the collar of his white button down, and his white vest, and the sleeve of his gray sweater. The one that was on the crotch of his jeans was harder to make an excuse for. And he knew it as well. It was faintly there, as if he had tried to wash it out himself. He probably would’ve gotten away with it if he hadn’t asked me to sew the button of the pants back on for him. God knows how it fell off in the first place.

The night I found it, I broke down in tears and called my best friend. It happened every time I found a piece of another girl with him. She told me to leave, and when I refused, she stopped answering my midnight calls. The ones she knew I only made when I was drunk and heartbroken.

She was right. I should’ve left long ago. Should’ve packed up my stuff while he was gone and got on the soonest train out of town, as far away from him and this life as possible. But my heart still did a backflip whenever I saw him. My breath still caught in my throat whenever I heard his voice on the phone, whenever I heard his songs on the radio. Whenever he told me he loved me or missed me.

We ended the night the way we always did when he got home. Tangled up in each other in bed, nose to nose as we stared at each other. Fingers dancing over each other’s flushed skin, twirling in each others hair, lips softly meeting as we spoke hushed words of adoration.

I woke the next morning before him, our legs still tangled together, one arm under my head, hand grazing my bare shoulder. I pressed a kiss to his nose, making him scrunch it up and roll away from me with a groan. He pulled the covers up to his chin as he snuggled deeper into the pillows. I let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to his temple before rolling out of the bed. My feet hit the cold hardwood, making me wince as I grabbed my robe from where it had been discarded the night before. I wrapped it around my body and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door cautiously behind me. Shit-Head yowled at me, nearly tripping me on the way to the kitchen to get his food bowl,

“Right! There you go, darling!” I breathed as I set the now full dish onto the floor.

The coffee from yesterday morning was still in the pot so I dumped it down the drain and set it back. As it was brewing, I grabbed Roger’s suitcase from where it sat by the door. I rifled through it, pulling out his dirty clothes and hauling them to the laundry room. As I separated the colors, something bright pink caught my attention. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. Not from sadness, but from anger. At least before he thought he was hiding it. But now there was unmistakably a pair of women’s underwear that didn’t belong to me buried in the back pocket of his jeans.

It was then that I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist from behind, toying with the tie on my robe, a set of lips in the crook of my neck.

“Why’d you get up?” He murmured against my skin which he nibbled hard enough to leave a bruise, “I’m lonely and cold.”

“Bet you asked her the same thing,” I replied, feeling bile coming up in my mouth. No malice in my voice, none of the bite that I had intended.

“Who?” He asked, mouth still attached to my shoulder.

I grabbed his hands where they rested on my waist, tearing them away as I spun around to face him, the pink garment hanging off my finger as I held it up in his face.

He staggered back a few steps, his already doe-like eyes widening.

“Whoever the fuck these belong to.” I hissed, the hostility rising in me.

“Darling, those are a gift for y-”

“Stop fucking lying to me, Roger!” I screamed, planting my hands on his chest and shoving him backward, “They’re fucking dirty!”

I threw them at his chest, giving him another shove,

“Love-”

“Shut up, Roger! Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! How fucking stupid do you think I am? They’re a gift?” I barked out a laugh, “A fucking gift?”

“I can explain-”

“What? You didn’t fuck her, she just left you a souvenir for no reason? One of the guys put it in there just to fuck with you? It was just flirting?”

“I missed you an-”

“So instead of calling me you found the closest hole you could stick your dick in?”

“It was just sex it didn’t mean anything!”

At least he admitted it. That was the first thing that crossed my mind. Not that he was still a dirty fucking cheater, but that there was some sort of redeeming quality. I shook the thought from my head,

“Apparently this doesn’t mean anything either!” I screamed, reaching for the ring on my finger.

“No… come on… don’t do that…” He reached out to grab my hands, but I jerked away from his touch, yanking the ring from my finger and throwing it in his face.

He scrambled to the ground after it, following me as I stormed into the bedroom. I dumped the remainder of his things from his suitcase onto the floor before I yanked all the drawers from the dresser. I dumped my clothes into it as Roger stood behind me. Words were flying from his mouth, but they went in one ear and out the other.

“You know. When I was cleaning the lipstick off the dick of your pants, I fucking sobbed. I cried my fucking eyes out because it was just the proof that I needed to leave your ass. But I didn’t.” I growled, pulling items from my drawers that he had gifted me over the years and throwing them at him,

“Why not?” He uttered.

“Because you fucking come in here and you hold onto me like I’m going to disappear and you say the sweetest things and you have me wrapped around your little finger. But not any fucking more.”

I pulled on a pair of my own underwear and shorts along with a loosely fitting t-shirt. I nearly pushed him over as I barged to my closet, pulling out a pair of sneakers and cramming my feet into them.

“Did you even get somebody who looks like me? Pretend you were fucking me instead since you missed me so much?” I spat, “What’d she look like Rog?”

“Which one?” He murmured under his breath, gaze on the floor.

“Excuse me?” I hissed. I knew I heard him right, but I needed to hear it louder. A declaration of what he had done.

“Which one?” He repeated, tears in his eyes as his gaze met mine.

My jaw was on the ground as I shook my head at him. He had slept with god knows how many women while he was away and he had the audacity to cry about it. As if it wasn’t his own goddamn fault.

I resisted the urge to slap him across the face as I zipped my suitcase and grabbed his keys off the bedside table. I stormed into the living room, scooping Shit-Head off the floor and tucking her under my arm as I went for the door, yanking it so hard I could’ve torn it from the hinges.

“Rot in hell, Roger.” I spat as I slammed the door behind me.

I unlocked the car, throwing my suitcase in along with the cat.

I got into the driver seat, something he would’ve never let me do before, and revved the engine before peeling out of the driveway.

In the rearview mirror, I could see him standing in the doorway watching me drive away.

Good fucking riddance.

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On the Back of Your Mind

[ for anon - “Hypnosis is a load of crap.” ]

“It’s not even gonna work, Marv.”

“Is that a challenge?” Marvin asks, smirking down at Chase from his spot on the counter. He swings his legs up, blocking the coffee pot the other man was trying to use.

“No, it’s a statement. Hypnosis is a load of crap - now let me get some damn coffee. I have editing to do,” Chase says. His patience is clearly already running thin, Marvin notes. He really is a bastard when he’s sleep deprived.

Marvin rolls his eyes, “It’s 2am, dumbass. The only thing you should be doing is sleeping.”

“Yeah, well not everyone can just dick around doing magic tricks all da-” Chase is cut off by a hard flick to his forehead. “What the fuck, dude?” he says sharply, rubbing the red mark made by Marvin’s sharpened acrylics.

“Stop being such a prick. It’s not my fault they decided to lay off the whole kitchen staff again.” Marvin is… admittedly between jobs at the moment. He had barely managed to survive the last round of firings, only for his boss to cut the staff in half a second time a month later. Just another event in the same streak of bad luck that ended with his apartment catching fire. While there are certainly worse things than having to move in with your boyfriend and his hot roommate, Marvin still isn’t up for joking about it just yet.

To his credit, Chase at least looks somewhat ashamed. “Sorry, man. I’m just really tired and it’s putting me in a shit mood. Now can I please make some coffee?”

“Nope,” Marvin responds with a pop. “You’re gonna get some rest so you stop being such a bastard.” He grabs Chase’s shirt and pulls him closer, then immediately begins fluttering his fingers in front of the man’s eyes.

He smirks when Chase’s eyes immediately begin to glaze and droop. Too easy.

“You need a break, freckles. Just a short rest couldn’t hurt right?”

“I - I mean-”

“Of course it won’t,” Marvin says, cutting Chase off. He needs to keep him off balance for this to work. “You can just let yourself chill and recharge and then you’ll be ready to get back to work, right?”

“I... guess?” Chase’s eyes still haven’t left Marvin’s glitter coated nails. Every time he seems like he’s about to look away, they catch the light and distract him all over again.

“Good, so why don’t you relax for me? Just for a minute.”

“Yeah but just… for a minute.” Chase says as he blinks slowly.

“Just a minute. Or a couple? You really do look tired, you know,” Marvin says quickly, voice just above a whisper, “And one can so easily turn into five which can drop to four, three, two, one - sleep!” Marvin snaps in front of Chase’s eyes and they close, head following the line Marvin traces in the air down to the man’s chest. He catches Chase when he falls forward, scooting along the counter to situate him between his legs.

If Chase was awake he’d probably be a flustered mess. Not that he’d ever admit to enjoying it.

Marvin pulls Chase forward to lean against his chest. “You really fall quickly for being such a stubborn cunt,” he says with a fond chuckle. He runs his hands through Chase’s tangled, greasy hair. “You need to take better care of yourself, freckles. Why don’t you go take a nap on the couch? Then you can shower to wake yourself up.”

Chase responds with a sleepy hum and nuzzles against Marvin’s chest.

Marvin’s heart does a backflip. This is so unfair.

“Come on, lets go. I’ll even get you a pillow.”

“M’kay,” Chase mumbles. He steps back, eyes barely open and a sleepy grin on his face.

Marvin hops down from the counter with practiced grace and leads Chase into the living room of their tiny apartment. The couch is old and worn, and definitely not suited for a full night’s rest. A short nap shouldn’t mess up Chase’s back too badly, or at least that’s what Marvin hopes as his entranced friend flops down on it without even needing to be told. He almost immediately starts snoring.

“Damn, you were exhausted.”

“You actually got him to lay down?”

Marvin looks up and sees Jackie leaning against the wall, a soft smile on his lips.

“More like coerced, but at least he’s out,” Marvin replies, sitting on the edge of the couch and once again beginning to run his fingers through Chase’s hair, “Has he always been this difficult?”

Jackie pushes away from the wall and walks over, plopping down on the floor in front of the pair. “You have no idea,” he groans, “I would come back at 6am after a patrol and find him still up on his computer, surrounded by empty beer bottles or energy drinks, depending on the night.”

Something squeezes in Marvin’s chest at the way Jackie looks at Chase with so much pained affection. Those two have really been through some shit since they moved in together. Marvin just wishes he had been around to help.

The least he can do now is lighten the mood.

“He’s a fuckin’ hazard, you know.”

Jackie looks up, snapping out of his daze, “Oh yeah?”

“Yes!! All I had to do is wiggle my little magic fingers for a sec and he was out. But hey, that’s what he gets for making a bet he couldn’t win!” Marvin says with a wide grin, flashing his abnormally sharp teeth.

Jackie can’t help but smile back, “Go easy on him, babe.”

“You wish. He’s way too cute not to mess with.”

“Okay, fair,” Jackie says. He’s pretty close to laughing now, which Marvin counts as a win. He stands up, stretching before leaning down and effortlessly scooping Chase up into his arms. “I think he deserves some real rest. Especially after being attacked by some big bad villain,” Jackie teases, sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend before starting down the hall.

Marvin bounces up after him, giggling, “Yeah, yeah - I’m the bad guy here. It’s not like he was antagonizing me. Trying to kick me off of the counter… he’s a monster, baby.”

“Be careful, next time he might bring a nerf gun with him,” Jackie laughs. He nudges Chase’s bedroom door open with his foot and carries the sleeping man inside.

“I’d kill him before he got a chance to shoot me,” Marvin deadpans from the doorway.

“Oh I’m sure.”

“And he’d deserve it.”

“Sure would,” Jackie smiles down at Chase before pulling up his blankets and brushing the hair out of his eyes. He walks back over to Marvin and leans in for a kiss, then gently pulls the door shut behind them. “Come on, babe, we should get to bed, too. It’s way too late.”

Marvin kisses Jackie again, warmth blooming in his chest. “Only if you carry me, too.”

Jackie laughs, then scoops Marvin up in his arms, “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Oh, I know.”

Chase wakes up to sun streaming through his blinds. He rolls out of bed and walks to the bathroom on autopilot, flicking on the lights and starting the shower without even thinking.

After a few minutes under the water he realizes that he… doesn’t actually remember falling asleep. He was working on videos, then went to make coffee, and then…

“Goddamnit, Marv.”

#writersofjack #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #jackieboy man #marvelsepticeye #fanfic #domestic au #bee fics #hypnosis prompts

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