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rxmqnova · 24 days

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WandNat x daughter please.

R's mothers try to ween us off our pacifier/ thumb sucking because the dentist says it's making our teeth crooked. We don't take it well and throw tantrums and make a scene (both in the compound and out in public) , after nearly a month of a seriously cranky kid on their hands. A very sleep deprived Wanda gets an idea. She uses her magic to make a pacifier substitute that doesn't damage our teeth, and even though Natasha is grateful that we finally go to sleep that night she's annoyed the other woman didn't think of it sooner.

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Y/N: 3 years old Wanda: Mommy Natasha: Mama ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N" Wanda sighs, her hands resting on her hips as she's looking down at her toddler daughter.

Y/N shoots her head up, looking back at her mommy who doesn't look really happy about seeing her daughter with a thumb in her mouth again.

Wanda and Natasha only just weaned their daughter off her pacifier, yet the little girl started sucking her thumb instead which, as the dentist confirmed last week, is bad for her teeth.

"Hi, mommy" Y/N smiles, lifting her arms up for Wanda who sighs once again and sits the tiny girl on her hip.

Y/N automatically brings her thumb up to her mouth on which Wanda takes it out with another sigh.

"Mommy" Y/N whines, burying her head into the crock of Wanda's neck.

"Honey, it's bad for your teeth" Wanda explains, receiving another whine as Y/N starts sucking on her other thumb. "Y/N, no" Wanda looks at her daughter sternly, taking her thumb out of her mouth again which only results in tears. "Okay, and now we're crying"

"Baby, you're a big girl now, aren't you?" Wanda questions, sitting down on the bed with Y/N on her lap.

The toddler just lets out a little sniffle, nodding her head as she looks up at her mommy.

"Big girls don't have binkies anymore, do they?" Wanda raises an eyebrow on which Y/N shakes her head no. "That's right. So when Y/N's a big girl now, she doesn't need a binky. Do you remember what the dentist said last week?" Once again Y/N shakes her head.

"He said that Y/N can't suck her thumb either because it's really bad for her teeth. We don't want Y/N's teeth to be crooked, do we?" Wanda asks, but this is not what Y/N wanted to hear.

The tiny girl buries her head into Wanda's chest, letting out more tears on which Wanda sighs and rubs her daughter's back, hoping it would calm her down.

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"Mama" Y/N whines, following Natasha like a lost puppy while the redhead's making breakfast for both of them.

"Mama" Y/N repeats, lifting her arms up in the air and hoping Natasha would get the hint.

"Honey, I'll give you a cuddle right when I finish making breakfast for us" Natasha sighs which only makes Y/N whine more.

It's been nearly a month since Y/N's pacifier was taken away and the tiny girl just can't get used to it.

Both, Natasha and Wanda, haven't slept through a whole night since then, they're so incredibly tired, especially since Y/N's cranky every single day.

"Up, mama" Y/N whines once again, jumping up and down with her arms up in front of Natasha, her eyes watery.

"Y/N, come here" Wanda sighs, stepping into the kitchen.

Natasha let her sleep in after another sleepless night, yet Wanda knows it's not easy to do more things at one time when Y/N's in her mood. She just can't let her wife deal with it alone.

Y/N shuffles over to Wanda, her arms still up in the air. With a sigh the brunette lifts her tiny daughter up and sits her on her hip, Y/N finally happy she got what she wanted and can cuddle now.

"You could've stayed in bed and get some more sleep. We'd be okay here" Natasha says, giving her wife a smile.

"I know and thank you, but I can't just leave you here alone with our grumpy daughter" Wanda smiles back. "What do you say, baby? Do you want to take a little nap?" She turns her attention back to her daughter, tucking a strand of hair behind her little ear.

"Nooo, Y/N not tired" Y/N whines, her head buried in Wanda's neck, though the brunette knows her daughter's absolutely exhausted.

Wanda gives Natasha a look, silently telling her she's going to try put Y/N to sleep. She carries Y/N into her bedroom, rocking her back and forth, and hoping Y/N would just fall asleep on the way to the room.

"No ni-night, mommy" Y/N whines as soon as Wanda reaches the bedroom.

Wanda sighs, sitting down on bed with Y/N on her lap. And with another sigh, she rests her forehead against her daughter's head.

She tries to think of something that would get her daughter to sleep and then suddenly an idea pops up in her mind… She has magic.

With a swing of her hand, she uses her magic and creates a red pacifier looking, but not exactly pacifier thing as a substitute for the real one.

With that Y/N finally closes her eyes, peacefully sucking on her new pacifier and finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

Wanda lets out a long breath when she places her now finally sleeping daughter on bed and pulls up the covers to cover her small body.

"You okay here?" Natasha whispers, appearing in the room.

"Yeah, she's sleeping" Wanda smiles at her wife while pointing at the little sleeping trouble.

Natasha's eyes widen when she notices the new pacifier Y/N has, wondering why hasn't Wanda done that earlier, so they could sleep normally instead of walking around the house in the middle of the night with a grumpy child in their arms.

"Wanda, are you kidding me? You couldn't have think of this sooner??"

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brewed-pangolin · 5 months

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Tailgate Movie Night

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader

Synopsis: You and Soap take advantage of a warm summer's night to hit the drive-in. Yet halfway through the film, your attention gets pulled to a more tranquil scene before you.

Warnings: None. Fluffs galore.

You couldn’t have asked for a better night if you begged for it. The warm summer air cooled with a gentle breeze that came in the moment the sun descended below the distant horizon. A crystal clear night. The dark, black expanse of the sky blanketed in countless stars, so many you were unable to discern the distinct formation of your favorite constellations within them.

And popcorn. So. much. Popcorn.

As you made your way through the vast jungle of parked cars, you let your mind wander and take in the sights and sounds around you.

The endless parade of movie goers lining up at the concession stand.

A series of high-pitched screams of children scurrying around the grass laden parking lot.

And the delicious aroma of salted butter filling your sinuses as you made your way back to your parking spot. Needing both hands to cradle the massive paper bag of popcorn your lover always insisted on during movie nights.

And you obliged, as always. Movie theater popcorn was, after all, his guilty pleasure. And you were certainly not going to deny Soap MacTavish of his most prized culinary obsession.

As you continued to meander through the last line of parked cars, your eyes finally caught sight of Soap’s other most prized obsession; his 4Runner.

Your lips involuntarily curled into a smile as you watched him make the last-minute touches to the back of the compartment. Transforming a typical cargo hold into a full-blown comforting sanctuary.

Built in air mattress. Pillows set up against the backseat and sides of the trunk. And a plethora of blankest set out at your disposal. In other words, perfect.

“Lookin’ good, Johnny,” you called out with a grin permanently etched onto your lips.

“Aye. Jus’ need one more thing,” Soap replied, reaching over the backseat to grab the cooler and a six pack of Irn Bru.

“You splurgin’ tonight. Aren’t ya, love?”

“I earned it, lass. Got the botched crest to prove it,” he answered with a head tilt and a smirk.

The chunk of hair missing from his distinctive mohawk more visible in the dim light and the peach fuzz of new hair growth just beginning to cover the scar left by the grazed bullet.

“It’s an interesting look, Soap. Got a bit of a, I don’t know, Stegosaurus vibe to it.”

“Shut it, lass.”

“Why don’t you just shave it?”

Soap fell silent. Immediately shooting you a playfully repulsed glare and grabbing at the immense bag of popcorn from your hands.

“Away n’ biel yer heid.”

“Yeah. Fuck you too, babe.” You smiled brightly back at him, climbing into the back to take your place snuggled up next to him.

Not even thirty minutes into the movie, you reached over into the giant bag of popcorn nestled between you and found it to be nearly completely empty. Cupping a few straggling upopped kernels into your hand, you glanced over and took in the blissful sight before you.

Soap MacTavish. Your Johnny. Fast asleep against the pillow next to you.

In normal circumstances, you would jab into his side and rile him up to keep him awake. But now, with how peaceful he looked, you wouldn’t dare stir him from his whimsical slumber.

Instead, you turned your attention from the film on the oversized outdoor screen to the tranquil scene of calmness beside you. Lightly tracing your fingers along the top of his scalp as you laid on your side, ever so slowly running your fingers through the remnants of his mohawk as he breathed steadily within the grip of deep sleep.

Soap always had trouble sleeping at night. Whether it be from the nightmarish memories of his previous deployments, or new found fears he had only just begun to conjure up within his mind, sleep always seemed to perpetually dance around taunt him, no matter how hard he tried to give in.

But here, in the back of his 4Runner and amongst a crowd of movie goers and intricate white noise, he could find peace. And you’d be damned if you did anything to take that away from him.

You felt a slight tinge of embarrassment at how easily you fell in love with watching him sleep. And guilty, a sense that somehow you were almost stealing these precious moments of rest from him. Taking advantage of his unconscious vulnerability for your own selfish need to witness and cache these serene moments for yourself.

And you did.

As the dim light of the drive-in danced across his dreamlike expression, you shifted all focus and attention from the film to bask in the tranquility that was him.

Laying your head on his chest to lose yourself in the rhythmic cadence of his heart. A gentle smile curling into your lips as you felt the groggy movement of his arm behind you, pulling you in closer with a sleepy groan.

The world slowly began to melt away as you both enjoyed the closeness of one another. Low, rumbling vibrations of the films soundtrack rolling through the hull of the vehicle, eliciting a muffled giggle as your mind recalled a more robust vibration Soap preferred in the back of his 4Runner.

"What's s'funny, hen?" Soap managed through a drowsy whisper. Tilting his chin down to tenderly kiss the top of your forehead.

"Nothin'. Just enjoying the moment, love."

"Mhmm. Yer a terrible liar, lass."

Your smile widened, looking up to meet the cerulean fire of his eyes draped behind heavy lids. His signature mischievous grin telling all you needed to know about his full intentions for the night.

And you were more than happy to put on a show for him. Appreciating his decision to park in the back as you both created your own soundtrack for the night.

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 1 year

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Helloo hope all is well! I was hoping to put in a request for a Xavier x Addams/reader and have it be like that once scene from Titanic where he draws her in the necklace doesn’t have a to be smut of course but still that longing of intimacy

Thank you for taking the time to read this 🙏

yes, i can definitely do that for you!

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pairing: Xavier Thorpe X fem!Addams reader summary: Xavier paints you warnings: mentions of n00dity, mentions of sex note: the reader isn't actually specified as an addams. also he calls the reader sweetheart because i feel as though he's the type of guy to say that.

THANK YOU ALL FOR 600 FOLLOWERS, MEANS SO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU ALL. 💋

you sat in Xavier's shed on a small couch you made him put in there for you, watching him as he stroked a canvas with his brush. the way his hand was flexing while moving the brus along the canvas sent you to somewhere you couldn't explain.

something about seeing him so focused on painting made you want something from him. something you didn't want to say out loud.

you were staring at what would be a painting and thought of what it would be like for him to paint you like that.

you started to imagine him focused on painting you instead of all the other things he's painted and immediately felt weak. but you shouldn't. You and Xavier weren't exactly dating, but you guys weren't just friends either. you two were in a confusion position in your relationship and you didn't want to wreck what you two have.

although you would never say it, you wished he would paint you.

after a while he finished his art and stood staring at it, still contemplating whether he liked it or not, you stood up from the small couch and stood next to him

"I love it" you told him

he looked down at you and smiled softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and side hugged you

"something about it doesn't seem...right" he confessed with a sigh

"I think it looks perfect" you said

he chuckled before placing a kiss on your head, gently stroking your hair.

"well then, if you like it I like it." he shrugged

it was quiet for a moment, standing next to each other comfortably

"it's getting late, we should probably head back"

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you thought back to last night and got excited to watch him paint again

"you must get so bored just sitting there watching me paint almost ever day" Xavier stated, opening the door to his shed.

"I like it" you said with a small polite small

"do you want me to teach you to draw or something, get you more involved or something so your not just sitting there?" he asked

"well there is" you paused for a second "something"

"and what would that be" the corner of his lips raised to form a small smirk

"you could, well, you could-" you cut yourself off, too nervous to say it

"I could?"

"you could paint me?" it sounded more like a question than a statement

his face brightened up and the smile on his face grew wider

"you want me to draw you?" his eyebrows were raised, he seemed a bit taken back but his face said he loved the idea

"that's what I said, yes" you nodded, walking in the shed as he held the door for you

he closed the door after him and stood there looking at you with a smug smile on his face

"don't get me wrong, you look beautiful, but I don't want to paint you in your school uniform" he chuckled lightly

"I wasn't exactly planning on wearing this" you said, looking down at your uniform

"well what are you going to wear then?"

"nothing" you said quietly, shrugging.

Xavier gulped down a lump in his throat, he felt himself become hot and his hands went a bit clammy, he wondered if he had heard you right

"what do you mean nothing?"

you took your blazer off and placed it on the chair in the corner

"unless you would like me to wear something else" you sighed

"no, no you can wear nothing, I'm happ-fine with that, just take your clothes off. and I'll get ready" he turned around and begun digging through his supplies

you felt a bit nervous again, you wondered if he felt uncomfortable about this. but you were already half way through this.

Xavier had a small smirk on his face as he set his stuff up, knowing that right behind him, you were getting undressed.

"I'm ready" you said standing behind him, ready for him to start

he turned around and smiled when he saw you, you noticed that his jaw was flexing while he tried not to explore your bare body with his eyes

"do you want to sit on the couch, that would be more comfortable" he suggested, pointed to the couch behind you

you nodded before going back to sitting down

"try a more natural potion" he said looking at how you positioned yourself oddly

you moved yourself on the couch to a better spot but apparently that wasn't good enough because you walked up to you and moved you himself

"there, that's better" he stood straight and walked back to his canvas.

"so just stay there, try not to move a lot" he told you before picking up his paintbrush.

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Xavier kept looking back at you every second. he told himself it was to help him with the painting but he already has the scene imprinted in his brain that he didn't need to look back at you anymore.

he was just taking his chance to admire you in such state, and he did so while biting his lip or licking his lips, thinking about touching you.

you two made small talk until he was almost done. he looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time.

"it's basically done, I'll just finish the details tomorrow" he sighed and put down his paint brush, wiping his slightly sweaty hands on his pants.

"can I see it?" you said sitting up on the couch

"wait no, stay there" he said taking off his jumper and hung it on the back of the chair

"I still have something to do" he said.

you then grew confused about what he meant by that, he had said he was done for tonight and that he would finish later, what else would he need to do?

he walked closer to you on the couch and looked down and you with a smirk on his face. he placed a hand on the back of the couch and climbed on top of you, a knee placed between your thighs and the other on the other side.

"what do you need to do?" you said. you weren't clueless, but your mind was foggy and too up in the clouds for you to notice what was happening.

he licked his lips while staring down at you, moving his knee closer to your heat

"you"

the tone in his voice make you nervous and become flustered, you wanted to say something but you couldn't muster the words.

"did you seriously think you can lay there in front of me naked for almost two hours and I wouldn't do anything about it?" he chuckled lowly. his hot breath fanning against your blushing face

you stayed silent, staring up at him longingly, feeling a wet patch begin to form between your legs.

"god your in for a long night, sweetheart" he smirked at you.

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hope that was good enough

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poisonousquinzel · 9 months

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Batman: The Animated Series Harley Quinn being the Blueprint for Modern Harley Quinn

my actual version of this post

Working On The Side Of / With The Batfam

Harlequinade (EP) • "Batman and Robin have no time to spare in stopping the Joker from detonating an atomic bomb, so they enlist the help of Harley Quinn to hunt the Joker down."

Batgirl Adventures • "When Poison Ivy is captured by mobsters, Harley Quinn must act quickly to save her, so she turns to the only hero she can find: Batgirl!"

Batman: Gotham Adventures #43 • "Who's out to get Harley Quinn? Batman has to take her on as a sidekick to find out. The answer awaits deep in Harley's history...that is, if she and the Dark Knight survive the traps set for them all over Gotham!"

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 1 (2020) #12 | Season 3 #2, #5, #7

Also before anyone comes @ me all "oh but what about her participating in the Death in the Family storyline", I've made a post here talking about the exacts of Harley's involvement in Jason's death.

Trying To Have A Better, Reformed Life / Redemption Arc

Batman: The Animated Series "Harley's Holiday"

Batman: Gotham Adventures #10

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 3 (2023) #2

Ending Scene In Batman Beyond: Return Of The Joker

Being A Little Goofy Gal

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 2 (2020) #7

Batman: The Animated Series • "Holiday Knights", "Harlequinade", "The Man Who Killed Batman"

Dressing Revealingly / Being Sexual

Batman: The Animated Series • "Harley & Ivy", "Harley's Holiday", "Holiday Knights", "Beware The Creeper"

The Batman Adventures: Mad Love

Being Bisexual (cry about it♡)

Paul Dini: When Bruce and I did the Harley and Ivy miniseries, it was certainly implied that [Ivy and Harley] had a relationship with each other—they shared hugs and kisses. I didn’t want that to overpower what the story was, but the relationship between them is so natural.

Paul Dini: The more I worked with [Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy], the more I could see [a romantic relationship] happening. Unfortunately, at the time, in an animated kids cartoon, you really couldn’t get into the complexity of that or honor what a relationship like that could really be. We just showed them together as friends and on fairly intimate terms when they were out of the costume, but nothing was implicit because if we couldn’t do that relationship properly then we didn’t want to do it at all.

Batman: The Animated Series • "Holiday Knights"

Batgirl Adventures (1997)

Love Is Love (2016)

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 3 #2-7

Breaking The Fourth Wall

Batman: The Animated Series • "Harley's Holiday"

HQ, turning her head towards the camera: "Talk about grasping at straws. Oh, well, at least I'm going out on a joke."

Being A Domestic Violence Victim (And That Being A Prevalent Aspect Of Her Story)

"Everyone else sees the Joker laugh, only Harley has ever seen him cry. It's the only reason she stays with him.

Harleen, having once been a therapist, has touched onto his vulnerability. She knows who he is underneath. That’s what keeps her there."

- Arleen Sorkin [Batman: Animated | Interview Add-On Comment]

Batman: The Animated Series • "The Laughing Fish", "Harley & Ivy", "Mad Love"

Justice League • "Wild Cards"

The Batman Adventures: Mad Love (comic)

Harley Quinn: Mad Love (Novel)

Batman: The Animated Series | The New Batman Adventures Episodes

Harlequinade Aired: May 23, 1994 Writer: Paul Dini Director: Kevin Altieri

Harley's Holiday Aired: October 15, 1994 Writer: Paul Dini Director: Kevin Altieri

Holiday Knights Aired: September 13, 1997 Writer: Paul Dini Director: Dan Riba

The Man Who Killed Batman Aired: February 1, 1993 Writer: Paul Dini Director: Bruce Timm

Harley & Ivy Aired: January 18, 1993 Writer: Paul Dini Director: Boyd Kirkland

Beware The Creeper Aired: November 7, 1998 Writer: Rich Fogel Story by: Steve Gerber Director: Dan Riba

The Laughing Fish Aired: January 10, 1993 Writer: Paul Dini Director: Bruce Timm

Mad Love Aired: January 16, 1999 Writer: Paul Dini Story by: Bruce Timm & Paul Dini Director: Butch Lukic

Justice League Wild Cards Aired: December 6, 2003 Writer: Stan Berkowitz and Dwayne McDuffie Director: Butch Lukic

Ending Scene In Batman Beyond: Return Of The Joker Story: Paul Dini, Glen Murakami, Bruce Timm Screenplay: Paul Dini Director: Curt Geda

The Batman Adventures: Mad Love Writers: Paul Dini, Bruce Timm Pencilers: Bruce Timm Inkers: Bruce Timm Colorists: Bruce Timm, Rick Taylor Letterers: Tim Harkins Editors: Scott Peterson, Darren Vincenzo

Batman: Gotham Adventures #43 Writers: Scott Peterson Pencilers: Tim Levins Inkers: Terry Beatty Colorists: Lee Loughridge Letterers: Albert DeGuzman Editors: Joan Hilty, Harvey Richards

Batman: Gotham Adventures #10 Writers: Ty Templeton Pencilers: Rick Burchett Inkers: Terry Beatty Colorists: Lee Loughridge Letterers: Tim Harkins Editors: Darren Vincenzo

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 1 #12 Writers: Alan Burnett, Paul Dini Pencilers: Ty Templeton Inkers: Ty Templeton Colorists: Monica Kubina Letterers: Josh Reed Editors: Andrew Marino

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 2 #7 Writers: Alan Burnett, Paul Dini Pencilers: Rick Burchett Inkers: Rick Burchett Colorists: Monica Kubina Letterers: Josh Reed Editors: Andrew Marino

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 3 #2 Writers: Alan Burnett, Paul Dini Pencilers: Kevin Altieri Inkers: Kevin Altieri Colorists: Monica Kubina Letterers: Josh Reed Editors: Andrew Marino, Ben Meares, Katie Kubert

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 3 #5 Writers: Alan Burnett, Paul Dini Pencilers: Ty Templeton Inkers: Ty Templeton Colorists: Monica Kubina Letterers: Josh Reed Editors: Ben Meares, Andrew Marino, Katie Kubert

Batman: The Adventures Continue Season 3 #7 Writers: Alan Burnett, Paul Dini Pencilers: Ty Templeton Inkers: Ty Templeton Colorists: Monica Kubina Letterers: Josh Reed Editors: Ben Meares, Andrew Marino, Katie Kubert

Batgirl Adventures (1997) Writers: Paul Dini Pencilers: Rick Burchett Inkers: Rick Burchett Colourists: Rick Taylor Letterers: Albert DeGuzman Editors: Scott Peterson, Darren Vincenzo

Love is Love (2016) Writer: Paul Dini Illustrator: Bill Morrison Colourist: Robert Stanley Letterer: Sal Cipriano

Harley Quinn: Mad Love (Novel) Written By: Pat Cadigan and Paul Dini

I am aware this last one isn't technically in the BTAS universe, but later on in the novel, it blends into the Mad Love comic/episode and then goes past it. I only used scenes that were originally featured in the comic/episode as they are just those scenes in a purely written form.

Harley Quinn: Mad Love (Novel) Pg. 261 He lowered his head and slumped, the very picture of dejection. Harley couldn’t stand to see him that way. She cuddled up next to him and took him in her arms. “I know how to make some smiles, puddin’,” she said in a playful, sultry voice. His whole body stiffened under her touch. “Puddin’?” But she knew it was hopeless; she’d done the wrong thing again. A moment later, he was leading her down the stairs by her nose, pinching it so hard between his thumb and forefinger that she cried out on every step. “Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow! That hurts! It really, really hurts! Please, puddin’—” He pinched even harder as he led her to the door, opened it, then turned her around. “How many times do I have to tell you?” he roared, applying his foot to her backside. “Don’t call me puddin’!” Harley scrambled to her feet just as he slammed the door in her face. She started to beg him to let her in but suddenly all the fight went out of her and she sank down to sit cross-legged in front of the door. Thrown out again; how many times was this? She’d lost count. No, she hadn’t. This was the twenty-fifth time. That averaged out at roughly three times a week for the past two months. - Harley Quinn: Mad Love (Novel) Pg. 255 “Hey, that’s a real gasser, ain’t it, Mistah J?” she said between giggles. In the next moment, Gordon thought the nitrous was making him hallucinate as events took a sharp turn into the surreal. The Joker grabbed the floppy points on Harley’s hat, pulling her to him so they were nose to nose. “I deliver the punchlines around here!” he bellowed into her face. “Got that?” “Yessir,” Harley Quinn said, her voice tiny and fearful. The Joker shoved her aside and the jolly Clown Prince of Crime persona was back.

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 1 year

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I want to request an eddie fic where Jason finds out eddie has a crush on reader and maybe she's semi popular or a cheerleader. And jason calls reader over to where he's picking on eddie and says sonething like "hey. Have you heard the news? The freak has a crush on you" and she kisses eddie in front of everyone and confesses that she likes him too and jason is just stunned

Requests have resumed. You can submit yours here!

Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, readers of color too).

The more details you had to your request, the better it is for me. EX: “What about some fluff for Eddie after he’s had a long day?”

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

Eddie Munson x Female Reader.

CW: Some name calling/bullying.

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Eddie know he's being obvious. He should truly tattoo the truth on his forehead. But he tries to give the passing decency that he’s not this deep into the hook and line. Eddie tries to pretend he is not sinking. Whenever you pass him in the hallways, he tries hard not to follow you the entire length of it.

This all started a year ago, when you moved into town moving in from the city. He’s not sure what caused the move though the town rumors are your mother begged for the change of scenery to stop a wandering eye of your father. But Eddie doesn’t buy into small town gossip.

He doesn’t have to imagine the bullshit they say about him. He hears it every day and the last thing he wants is to stoop as long as them. So he didn’t think about what the reason what. He only thanked the gods that you did land here in Hawkins. You sat next to him on the first day of school, even asked him if he had a pencil you could borrow.

Eddie cursed himself when he had to tell you no, but he waltzed over to Mrs. Bakers desk, batted his lashes and got one for you. You laughed at the way Eddie leaned into the edge of the desk, fingers twirling a pencil in the mug she had on her desk. When Eddie returned to you, pencil in hand, he gave you a small smile. “Secured just for you.”

And from the second he heard your laugh, Eddie was a goner.

He wasn’t supposed to go anywhere--Eddie was supposed to graduate that year. You were supposed to just be the girl that Eddie had a crush on and that maybe flirted with if the heavens would be that gracious. But it’s just supposed to be a fleeting things.

Now he’s year, repeating his senior year and the fleeting crush burns brighter in his gut every second he sees you. At lunch, if Eddie is behind you in the line, he leans in closer, asking what you think is best off the menu for today. You always laugh. “Let’s add a fruit to that skinny pale you call a lunch,” you tease back.

It’s entirely obvious.

So Jason Carver really doesn’t need to slide up behind him now on a Friday, which had been rather mundane, and start a scene.

“Oh, please, not the freak flirting with you. You can tell him no, you know? If he doesn’t take a hint, let me show you how a real man should treat you and intervene,” Jason spits.

You scoff and move your tray down the line. “So, Eddie, why don’t I ever see you at the games?”

Jason had been trying to get with you every since you showed up, but he wasn’t your type. Or he was the type you’d go for at your old school, but Jason always felt like he was a predator, stalking you to seize a praise where Eddie also seemed to keep a distance. Sure you could tell he liked you but he never imposed. He inched in momentarily to make a joke and then just as quickly as you could blink your eyes, he was gone again in the distance. You couldn’t tell if it was just shyness or if Eddie was just like that as a person. But you enjoyed having a slower pace, you got to spend more time feeling Eddie out rather than jumping in immediately to things.

Eddie turns the heated glare from Jason towards you. His heart nearly skips a beat when he remembers you’re in the cheerleading outfit, the skirt barely brushing the first half of your thighs and the tank exposing your midriff. He’ve forgone your sweater--one that Eddie had seen you wearing earlier. “Sports, well, sports aren’t really my thing. I’m much more into intellectual games.”

You giggle for just a moment and then Jason shoves into Eddie’s back. Eddie mindful of you in front, takes the loss of the milk carton to the floor between your feet and slips an arm around your waist to keep you from hitting the metal railing. Eddie does manage to break your sure fire hip bruise and even keeps your tray up on the railing in the process too.

“Watch it freak!” Jason hisses.

“You okay?” Eddie asks you.

You nod, one hand subconsciously reaching for the chain on his jeans. You reach for it to keep you steady and also because it’s pressing into your thigh and the chill of the building has settled into the metal as well. It almost stings against your skin. “Yeah, you?”

“Peachy,” Eddie smiles down at you.

“News flash, freak, you really need to watch where you’re going. You’re pathetic with your gawking,” Jason presses on.

Eddie realizes now Jason is just trying to pick a fight. As the new school year crept on, it felt more obvious to Eddie too that maybe you liked him back. But he still never pushed it. He’d be out of here soon enough. It would never work with him. It would always be fleeting. But now, as Jason seethes down Eddie’s back, Eddie wonders if Jason’s mood is less at the fact that you don’t like Jason and more ten times more pissy because it’s Eddie who you actually like back.

Eddie’s learned in his years that sometimes not giving in is much more effective. So once Eddie is sure you’re stable, he nods on. “Why don’t you pick a fruit I’ll add to the skinny pale I call a lunch box?”

Your smile dances over your lips. “I’d say sun, because you’re so pale but why don’t we get some potassium in you today.”

“Potassium sounds good to me.”

“And,” you add on, the hand on his chain, trailing up to his neck. Eddie eyes widen and he nearly rears back out of your grasp, but you push up and capture his lips just fast enough to keep him from totally pull away from him. Eddie whimpers into your mouth--as embarrassing as it is, but it is his first kiss that is not game induced or alcohol riddled. It’s a real kiss.

So real it’s got his toes curling in his Reeboks. He feels like a child. The way he wants to whimper again because you’re still kissing him. The point would’ve been made with even just a simple peck. But you’re still holding onto the back of his head, you’re still pulling him even further into you. Eddie’s hands which had been hovering over your skin, dig in just a little on your waist and he tugs you into his body too.

Your lips finally part, a little wet from the kiss. “And some vitamin kisses too,” you whisper.

“Oh my god,” Eddie whispers. It is not the thing to say after a kiss. It’s not. And neither is, “I think I died.”

You snort at Eddie’s confession and the cross of his eyes as he buckles just a little in your hold. He catches his own weight but you get arms under his pits, laughing as you. “Eddie, get serious,” you laugh.

He stands erect again. “Seriously--what was that?”

“I like you too, Eddie.”

It’s five words but Eddie swears they light his skin on fire. “Would-do-a date?” he stumbles out.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes--if you want,” he adds on quickly. “Movies? Do you want to go to the movies?” He realizes now he didn’t properly get the question out as his brain is still lagging behind after the kiss.

“I’d love to go to the movies. Tomorrow?”

Eddie nods. “Yes, sure. Uh, can I call you later after looking in the paper about the releases?”

“I would be disappointed otherwise. I’ll look too, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

You reach for the fruit, which you know you’ve been standing in front of for far too long by the pursed lips of the lunch lady and hand Eddie the banana you’d teased about earlier. He laughs but takes it with a wink. When you look at Jason, he’s pushing out of the lunch line and heading for the side doors to th cafeteria. You’re not sure how much he saw, but you hope it was everything so he’ll finally get the hint.

Eddie walks you to your table. He hovers for a moment unsure if it’s too much but the end he goes for a peck on your cheek and then flies over to the table he normally sits. You catch the wind of his run pushing his hair up and laugh as his friends greet him with enthusiasm, hands slapping on his back.

Saturday can’t come quick enough.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #h writes #stranger things

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incorrect-riordanverse · 2 months

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watched ep 3 & 4 of the pjo show. here are random thoughts:

ep 3

ive said before that ive put off watching the pjo show after episode 2 because the pacing seemed like a rush of getting from story checkpoint to story checkpoint and it never sat in one place long enough to actually grip me. episode 3 started off like that too, before the trio went on the quest. i only started to really like it when they were on the bus together and more of their dynamic was shining. theyre so funny bru.

i like all the acting but leah jeffries and aryan simhadri are CARRYING SO HARD. its like they took annabeth exactly how i imagined her out of my head and plopped her on screen and im so shocked at the accuracy??? her attitude and side eyes and sass is perf. and simhadri’s grover is insane because (dont come for me) i actually like the show version of him better than i did in the book 😭 perhaps reading him was rocky and i interpreted him wrong but seeing him on screen makes me SO attached to him. like in the books he always seemed like a sort of third wheel and annabeth and percy were outshining him so much but he’s actually slaying the show. i love him lots.

i like the dichotomy between percy and annabeth. their dynamic is already so juicy, especially with how they view both their godly and mortal parents. you can see some of their fatal flaws already shining through UGH i love them

i like medusa WAY more in the show. she seems so menacing yet classy and much more multifaceted. my only complaint was that she died way too quickly. there was so much build up in tension only for her to get one-tapped and it was honestly disappointing.

LIN MANUEL MIRANDA SPOTTED 🫵🫵

dialogue was great in this episode, btw.

ep 4

dream sequence went so hard -> “just breathe mummy ☺️ you’ll always be here 😁” *cuts to percy alone on a desolate plane where she is, in fact, not here*

sighhh sometimes i forget these kids are just twelve and theyre literal BABIES and percy just misses his mum 🙁

annabeth exposition time. a comment on all the exposition— there’s always something each episode but i think the show is doing a well enough job of not dumping everything in a way thats spoon-feedy to audience or in a way that makes viewers feel overwhelmed. theyre breaking information up nicely (imo).

echidna is slaying so hard. sorry but the villains are actually eating the whole dish up. mwah no balls.

its giving “im not a monster, im a mother” 🔥

fight scene annoyed me again but at least the mother of all monsters wasn’t ONE TAPPED. but i was annoyed because the monster was not thrashing him around as much as it had the opportunity to and it was giving plot armour im so sorry. might be cause of budget or target audience/rating though idk. the commentary of the show seems more mature however.

anyways yurr those are my observations. i like these last two eps more than the first two so maybe i should let this series cook.

remember to pirate this show if ur gonna watch it!!

#riordanverse #incorrect riordanverse #rick riordan #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #pjo tv show #pjo show #medusa pjo #echidna pjo #rewriting

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hanasnx · 8 months

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"not alone anymore."

You raked a hand through your hair, the cold night air fogging your breath as you stepped out the sliding glass door. Escaping the full swing of the party inside, you took refuge out on the balcony, and with trembling hands you struggled to take out a cigarette and a lighter. It was freezing out here compared to the stuffy inside, where the hot bodies dancing acted as a space heater. The dampness of your lips caught the cig, allowing you to check your watch for the time, wondering when you should be heading out. Staring at it for longer than a second told you that it had stopped at one AM. “Shit,” you muttered through your lips dangling the cigarette. How long had it been then? Tapping it out of anger didn’t work either, the face of the clock staring blankly at you. Instead, you tried to light your cig, cupping your hand around it. The lighter sparked, but didn’t catch, no matter how many times you rolled it. “C��mon, really?” A couple more times offered no solution, and you were about to toss and stamp the tobacco in your frustration.

“Need a light?” A voice coming from the side startled you, jumping in surprise, and turning to the source. It was dark out, but you could see. The source was tall, and you watched him rifle his pockets.

“Please,” you replied, inviting him over. Gingerly, he stepped to you, and cupped his hand to protect the fire from the wind, offering it to you. You brushed your hair back and leaned in, letting him light the end for you. Gently, you breathed in, and pinched the cig between your fingers so you could blow the smoke away from him. He pocketed the lighter.

“Sorry to scare you, thought you saw me.” he told you, but by this point you’d already forgotten.

“Hm? Oh,” You wrapped an arm under your chest to protect your middle from the air and to prop up your elbow, sipping your cig leisurely. The smoke warmed your lungs. “no sweat. Don’t sweat it,” you mumbled, kicking the ground underneath you to hear your shoe scrape against the concrete. You sniffed, and glanced at him. “Thanks for the light.” He noticed your small smile, and leaned back against the wall.

“No problem. It seemed like you were having a hard time,” Apparently he’d seen you curse at your watch and your lighter.

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I think I’m just ready to go home.”

“What’s keeping you?”

“Nothing, I guess,” You shrugged, rubbing your temple with the hand that held your cig. “Feel like if I go home, I’ll wonder why I didn’t stay. I’ve got that fear of missing out, you know?” You glanced at him after you asked the question, and you caught him looking at you already. You idled, having calmed down from the nicotine rush, you registered who you were speaking with. It hit you how cute this guy was. Dark hair, styled up in disheveled locks. Handsome face, with soft lips and crystal blue eyes. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth.

“I get that,” he said softly, and you inhaled sharply at the sound of his lowered voice.

You adjusted, mimicking him to rest against the wall, and flicking off the ash from your cig. “What about you? Why are you hiding out here?”

“Not really my scene. I’m just a wingman.” He peered over his shoulder to spy his friend cozying up with the woman he’d been talking to. “Looks like I’m a retired wingman.” He returned his gaze to you, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“‘A wingman’?” you parroted in disbelief, and you looked him up and down. “You?” His lips curled at the question, recognizing it for what it was. A subtle flirt. He gave you a sly look, and to change the subject you offered him the butt end of the cig, “Care for a draw?” He accepted it, your cold hands brushing past one another, and you watched the sharp angle of his jawline as he took a drag.

“Yeah, believe it or not,” he spoke through the smoke, some curling out from his nose. “I’ll be heading out soon.” You were still occupied by the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the brief contact.

“Shame,” you muttered without realizing, and while he took his second puff he eyed you curiously with a tilt of his head.

“‘Shame’?”

You rolled with it, since it was too late to back track. “Shame,” You shook your head, listening to the bump of the bass inside shake the apartment. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come back in with me for a dance.”

“Dance, huh?” he said with interest, handing off the roach. The temperature of your skin giving him an idea. “I’m not a big dancer.”

“I bet you’re great, c’mon,” You found yourself wanting him to stay. “Just one, I’ll be really nice even if you make a fool of yourself,” you assured, coaxing him.

He merely shook his head, “Maybe next time,” It was an empty promise. “Nah, I wanna grab a cup of coffee. You should come with.”

“I’m just saying, I find it hard to believe that out of every animal on the planet you’d wanna be a… porcupine.”

He eyed you over the rim of his mug, brows furrowed. He hissed when he placed it down. “And I’m just saying, that in a world full of predators, I’m gonna be the guy with the impaling armor.”

You shimmied in your seat, sizing him up. “You wouldn’t wanna be a predator?” you teased. “Most guys I ask usually go for one of the big cats, gator, rhino, or gorilla—“

“—Those are the most popular options—?”

“— From the guys I’ve asked, yes!” A smile tugged at his lips from the conversation, and you continued. “It’s science, really.”

“Science?”

“Science. I’m telling you. There’s a psychology to it.”

“Explain,” He took another sip of his coffee. The diner you two occupied was cool toned, greens and silvers and blues. Empty, except for a gray bearded man in the corner, and the two of you sitting on the bar stools, facing each other.

“The guys who say they’d be gator, those are the rednecks,” You began, and with fake interest, your companion perked up in his seat, flashing you a wide eyed expression.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” you told him playfully, reaching over to nudge his shoulder. He rested his cheek on his fist, and gestured for you to go on. “So those are gonna be the guys with the camo, they’re from Florida primarily, probably carry without a license.” You listed on your fingers, crossing your legs. “Gorilla guys are the big, buff for no reason— like The Rock-level buff— maybe less. From my research,” He raised his brows at you in feigned intrigue, knowing this was based on nothing but your own observations. “they’re more of the hit-first-ask-questions-later type. Rhinos too, however I think Rhinos are the more husky of the two. Other than that, those have been pretty interchangeable. Now, the cats, that’s where it gets interesting.” He checked his watch and glanced up at you, and you rolled your eyes at his bad joke. “I’m almost done. Lions are the vain type, usually long hair, real pretty boys, probably have a tattoo of one or want a tattoo of one.” Your eyes searched the ceiling, feeling hot under his gaze for talking this long. “Tigers are the serene type, zen, yoga, I’ve-trained-with-a-bo-staff and studied-abroad. Jaguars, usually black jaguars, are the goths. The piercings, the tats, the rockstar hair, skinny jeans, and tight v-necks.” You met his eyes.

“Done?”

“Mm-hmm,” You sipped your coffee, and added some cream before tasting it again.

“So what about porcupine guys? What do you think of them?” he asked, downing the last of his drink. You saw how his downturned lips attempted to hide his smile, betraying his eagerness to hear your opinion of him.

“Pretty cool, I guess.” You pushed out your lips, letting your gaze travel generously this time. “Tall, lanky—“ You noted the shift in his expression, and you revised, “—toned,” You narrowed your eyes, gauging his reaction. When it was satisfactory, you moved on, “Nice hair, pretty eyes. Very cool leather jacket.”

“What about personality?” he interjected, leaning back in his chair, and you were unable to ignore how he spread his knees.

“Calm,” Was your first thought, and he quieted. “charming, endearing.” Your gazes met, locking eyes as you finished. “Hopelessly alluring.”

As if to taunt you ever further, your companion inclined into your direction— and marginally you leaned in— but his purpose was to shed his leather jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Only encouraging his suspicions of your helpless attraction, you stare unapologetically, mesmerized by his elegant movement, and how close the two of you were. His dirty trick had done its dirty deed, and he folded the jacket within itself, tossing it onto the bar behind him so he could face you in his black turtleneck. One that highlighted his figure that had you wondering if he modeled clothing wear by the way he sported it like it was made for him. You moistened your lips and he glanced down at them, drawn to you like a moth to flame.

His voice was soft, feather-light and carressed your ears like a saint’s prayer. “So what animal did you choose?”

Having been lost in such a small and seemingly insignificant disrobing, you were stupefied. You shook your head as if to clear your brain fog, responding dreamily, “What?”

Since you required reengaging, he crossed his arms and fixed his elbow at the edge of the bar so he could insert himself further into the conversation. Demanding your attention, and begging you to check out how thick his arms looked in his sleeves. “You ask all these guys their philosophical animals so what did you say when they asked you?”

You flashed a confuddled furrow of your brow. Downturning your lips as you searched the corners of your mind for an answer even when it was doomed to chart a naughty course. “Um…” a single nervous chuckle emitted, “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked, actually.” All of a sudden, you were painfully aware of the kind of men you’ve been wasting your time with.

Perhaps the self-proclaimed “predators” had a bad streak of being conceited.

Somehow, he understood your entire thought process, watching your expressions shift. This was noted, but not commented on. “So?” he awaited your answer.

It took you a second to decide. He had spat his so easy, ready with an explanation as soon as you’d thought up the question. Did he choose a creature based on his preference toward it, or was it just the intelligent answer?

Did it really matter? It shouldn’t, yet here you were, worrying yourself over what this stranger would think of you. Pick you apart like you so carelessly did to the others in front of him. “I’ve always liked white foxes.” Insecure in your decision and how it shone through in your voice, implied an invitation for him to scrutinize you. You expected it.

A very slight shift in his expression, how he tilted his head, and his oceanic blue eyes traveling you from head to toe— was unhelpful in easing your nerves. “A white fox,” he hummed, interested, playful. “The storybook archetype of a clever and intelligent creature.” You swallowed. “The symbol of trickery, or luck, depending on your culture.” He bowed his head forward to catch your eye, looking at you through his brows, “Cunning, silver-tongued, and beautiful. However,” The start of his new sentence implied something promising, adjusting in his seat to tap his finger onto the bar. “a white fox suggests you hide something.”

It refreshed you to hear his thoughts about you. Eloquently stated, without sparing too many details. You hadn’t connected any dots without his assistance, but you were more alike to a white fox than you anticipated. Your famed animal inquiry allowed you a small and idiotic window into how people thought of themselves. Not only had he played your game, but he turned it around on you.

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from each other.

“I like a good mystery.”

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The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter length - 2,132 words A/N - saving the smut for the next chapter lolol. Oral (female receiving/male giving) in this chapter though.

Chapter 008 - Getting Off

"Fuck." You ran a hand through your hair. Ever since you've shared kisses with Mark, it was getting harder to contain your raging libido. The mere thought of him alone sent tingles down your spine. Every single touch he gave you brought an electric shock to your system.

"I'm never going to finish writing at this pace. Shit." You muttered, sighing. You occupied a table at the cafe you and Mark went to and took another sip of coffee, closing your eyes. "Guess I'd better try and come up with something new..."

"Hey Y/N." The familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You cracked one eye open to see an excited smile plastered on Mark's face. He had an adorable glint in his eyes as he looked at you, causing your stomach to flip upside down.

"Hi." You managed to squeak out, your throat suddenly dry. Mark slid on the chair from across you, his hand reaching for yours.

You took hold of his hand, giving him a warm smile. After sharing a few kisses, breathless ones at that, your heart was filled with joy whenever you saw him. It was obvious that you were falling for him quickly. Maybe even faster than you imagined. As much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that there was something between you both.

"Did you miss me?" Mark lightly chuckled, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

"Maybe..." You shrugged, smiling widely.

Mark leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. "Good."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you responded to his kiss.

Slowly sliding away, he grinned, gazing at you. "Now tell me what you have in mind."

"Hmm..." You hummed, fiddling with the edge of your notebook. "Nothing...My mind is still throwing a blank."

"Let me see what you have written so far." Mark grabbed your notebook and read through the first few paragraphs. "Hmm...were you thinking of writing a sexy scene? This whole kissing scene looks good and all..."

You bit your lower lip as you watched him read through your notebook. "So...you don't have any ideas?"

Mark gazed at you, fingers entwined with yours. "I might have something up my sleeve..."

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's something that I haven't tried yet." Mark grinned mischievously, tapping his chin. "But I think it'll be worth trying out."

You stared at him curiously. "Try out what?"

Mark flashed you a charming smile. "Can't tell you that, can I?"

You blinked, before letting out a laugh. "I guess not..."

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." Mark laughed lightly, leaning in towards you. "But first, let's finish our coffee. Then, I can show you what I have planned."

"Okay." You smiled, sipping your coffee while talking about your day.

Moments later, you both reconvened to Mark's apartment. He sat on the couch, stretching his arm along the backrest, facing you.

"So, here's what I have in mind..." Mark explained, leaning forward, planting his elbows on his knees. "Let me help you get off."

"Wh-what?" You blinked, confused.

Mark grabbed your hand to pull you towards him. Leaning in closer, he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You heard me. Let me help you get off." He breathed, making you heave a deep sigh. "I'm guessing you haven't been progressing with your work because of your sex drive, am I right?"

You huffed out a breath. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Well then, I'll do my best to satisfy your needs." Mark smirked, running his hands along your thighs. "And trust me, I can definitely help with that."

"Are you sure?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, Mark. I know when we agreed on this, sex wouldn't be our priority, but-"

"Stop." Mark placed a finger on your lips. "Just stop worrying about things. Just relax, alright? I want to do this."

You nodded, looking up at him. "Alright..."

Mark smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Come here."

When you got closer, Mark wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. His lips pressed against your own, kissing you gently. You let out a soft moan, your arms wrapping around his neck. His hands began to roam up and down your back, sending chills down your spine. Slowly, he slid his hands under your shirt, tracing your skin. Your lips parted slightly, moaning louder when he caressed your breasts.

You arched your back slightly, pressing your chest against his. A jolt of pleasure coursed through your body as his hands brushed against your nipples. Before you could react, he started to unbutton your jeans, allowing his hand to slip inside.

Mark's eyes widened as he felt how wet you already were. God, you weren't wearing a bra today. Of course he would feel how aroused you were!

"H-how are you so wet already?" He stammered, looking at you in confusion.

"I've been like this ever since we started kissing." You replied with a grin, turning to look at him. "Don't blame me if I have wet panties."

"Jesus..." Mark cursed, resting his forehead against yours. "There's really no stopping this now, is there?"

"No." You laughed softly, tilting your head towards him. "Why don't you start by taking my jeans off?"

Mark's lips parted, staring at you in disbelief. "You...you want me to...?"

"Mark...You're the one who wanted to help me..." You whispered, running your hands up and down his arms. "Take my jeans off."

With trembling hands, Mark took your jeans off, revealing your bare ass. A slight gasp escaped his lips as he saw your wetness leaking from your pussy. Quickly, he lowered himself onto his knees, wrapping his hand around your leg.

"Mmm..." You moaned, watching him move his hand up and down your leg.

"Is this okay?" Mark asked, concern clear in his voice. "If it isn't, just tell me and I'll stop. I just wanted to make sure that this is something you wanted."

"Yes." You smiled, leaning in towards him. "What happened to all that confidence from earlier? Are you afraid that you won't be able to please me?"

Mark chuckled, rubbing your thigh. "You are more sexually experienced than me. So, yeah, I'm worried."

"Don't be. I trust you." You assured him. "Besides, the best way to learn is by doing, right?"

"Right." Mark replied, squeezing your leg affectionately. "Here goes nothing."

Mark slowly lowered himself down, placing his mouth on your inner thigh. He teased you with light kisses and nibbles, causing you to squirm. Your legs spread wider apart as you leaned back against the couch, enjoying every second of Mark teasing you.

"Mmm...Mark...mmm..." You mumbled, licking your lips. "Please...mmm..."

"Do you want me to go further?" Mark whispered, his lips grazing against your thigh.

"Yes, Mark. Yes." You whimpered, grinding yourself against his face.

Mark closed his eyes as you slid your hand between your legs, moving them over your clit. He didn't say anything else, he simply continued his action, gently sucking your clit into his mouth. You let out a moan, bucking your hips into his face, your hands moving higher to wrap around his head.

Mark gasped as you increased the pressure, keeping his lips on your clit, sucking it into his mouth, while stroking it. The feeling was almost indescribable. You always enjoyed oral sex, but the fact that Mark was doing this to you caused an intense sensation that you never felt before.

His fingers dipped into your pussy, tracing your wet folds. You held his hair tighter as he continued to lick and suck your sensitive clit. Your breathing became heavier as Mark continued, moving his fingers in and out of your pussy. Every time he did that, you let out a moan, arching your back further, seeking more pleasure.

"Mark..." You whimpered, tightening your grip on his hair. "Mmm, fuck yes!"

Mark sucked harder, moving his fingers faster, going deeper. The pleasure was unlike anything you've ever felt. Every touch felt electrifying and caused your whole body to tense. With every moan and groan, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers, pulsating each time. You couldn't control it anymore; you came, climaxing loudly as you released the tension.

Mark kept licking your clit, making you keep orgasming. Over and over again, you cried out, pushing your hips into his face, coating his face and lips in your own juices. Never in your life has anyone made you cum like this. Never in your life had you squirted like this either. Even though you were exhausted, you felt amazing. You couldn't help but wonder why no one ever made you feel like this before.

"Ahh..." You finally came to your senses, looking down at Mark, smiling sheepishly.

He wiped his lips clean, grinning at you. "That was..." He paused for a moment. "...unexpected."

"I thought so too." You giggled, patting his cheek playfully.

"Glad I didn't disappoint you." Mark said with a wink.

"I'm sorry if I squirted all over your face." You mumbled. "That's the first time that ever happened to me."

"It's fine. It was hot as hell anyway." Mark replied, rubbing your leg affectionately. "Plus, I happen to love the taste of your pussy."

"Fuck, you're so hot when speak dirty." You sighed, closing your eyes as he rubbed your leg. "I can't wait until we try other stuff."

Mark nodded, slowly removing his hand from your leg. "I'm glad to hear that." He replied, kissing your forehead. "Did that help relieve some stress?"

You opened your eyes, peeking at Mark through your eyelashes.

"Yeah, it helped." You breathed, tilting your head towards him. "Thanks for everything, Mark."

Mark pulled you closer, hugging you tightly. "Anytime."

The words suddenly seemed to flow through your mind after what happened with Mark earlier. Your fingers danced about the keyboard, the scene of the main characters flashing across your mind. The moment where they would take things to the next level, exploring each other's bodies. You smiled, wondering if you'd ever get to experience something like that with Mark. Something more than just him eating you out or making you cum with his fingers.

Maybe even something like actual fucking.

You hummed quietly to yourself, rereading your previous chapters. All you could see were images of the main couple finding romance together. Of her seducing him in a dimly lit room, using her skills as an actress to entice him into wanting her. Him pleasuring her with his tongue, her pussy clenching his dick as she found pleasure with every stroke.

Your imagination ran wild, getting excited by the idea of the two of them having sex. You had a lot of ideas, but you wanted to hear what Mark thought first.

Sighing, you stood up, walking towards the kitchen. It was getting late, so maybe you should prepare dinner. After putting away the dishes, you walked towards the bedroom, slipping into bed. For a moment, you thought about falling asleep, but then the sound of the doorbell broke through your thoughts.

Rolling out of bed, you put on your robe and went downstairs to open the door. Your heart fluttered when you saw Mark standing outside, dressed casually. Even though it wasn't freezing outside, he still wore a hoodie and a beanie.

"Hey." He greeted you, leaning against the doorway. "Did I wake you up?"

You shook your head. "I was laying in bed. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you about something." Mark replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know that we talked about this before, but..."

"Go ahead, Mark." You encouraged him, closing the door behind you.

Mark stepped forward, resting his hands on your shoulders. "Okay, so...can we..."

Before he could finish, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Of course we can." You answered, returning his kiss with full force.

Mark grinned as he pushed you backwards, locking the door behind him. "I couldn't get what happened out of my mind, you know." He spoke against your lips.

"Hmmm...You eating me out...making me come...I bet that turned you on." You moaned, grinding yourself against him.

"God, yes." Mark moaned, his hand roaming up and down your thighs. "But the thing that really got me thinking was..."

He moved his lips to your neck, sucking lightly on your skin.

"I think we should do this." Mark whispered in your ear, giving you goosebumps. "See what happens when we actually have sex."

"Mmm..." You murmured, biting your lip. You took his hand in yours, placing them on your breast. "I thought you'd never ask."

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therockandarock · 2 years

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girlfriend | robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader

warnings- fluff, bob blushing, swearing, alcohol, smut, unprotected sex, i was too lazy to proofread lol

18+ minors DNI!!!

reader works at hard deck :)

word count- 2.7k

You knew that look. As you skated around drunk men and took the orders of nearly the whole bar his gaze never left yours. For weeks now you two had been balancing on a tightrope of teasing and heated moments.

When Robert “Bob” Floyd first arrived for his mission you two had hit it off right away. His being sober at The Hard Deck called for him striking up conversation with you as much as he could. One night after your shift ended you stayed up sitting on the bar stools for nearly 3 hours talking about anything you could. The week after that you couldn’t wait to see him walk through the bar doors just to get a chance to talk again.

He began to infiltrate your thoughts almost constantly. As you were talking again late one night your eyes couldn’t help but drift their gaze to his lips. He was explaining something to you about the mechanics of his jet, but your mind had wandered to what his lips would feel like against your own. A hot blush crept up your neck as you realized you had begun to harbor feelings for the man.

On an impulse you sprang forward and kissed him in the middle of his sentence, completely silencing him. You pulled back just as quickly, and Bob just blinked at you, processing if what had just happened actually did.

You quickly muttered an apology and Bob just shook his head. You turned away from him immediately regretting your impulsive decision. Your face burning, you began to regret everything you’d said to the man, thinking you’d read him all wrong.

You felt his hand fall to your forearm as he turned you back to face him. He didn’t say anything as his gaze moved from your eyes to your lips and back. His silence continued as he leaned forward and connected your lips again.

This time it was intentional, slow, and made butterflies creep up your stomach. He reached for you as you reciprocated the kiss. One hand in your hair, thumb resting on your cheek, the other searching for your waist. You held the front of his shirt, scared to let him go, and deepened the affair, sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly accepted and slowly yet fiercely slid his own into your mouth.

The kiss continued and your hands slid along his front and ended in his hair, gripping. He released a quiet moan as you did and without breaking the kiss he stood from his own stool and trapped you against the bar. Your back dug into the bartop as you moaned back into his mouth and his hands slid down to your hips, squeezing.

Had your phone not interrupted, you’re sure it would have continued to escalate that very night. He released you with a sigh, and you kept your eyes closed for just a moment longer.

You slowly peeled them open and Bob groaned at the sensuality of it all. He huffed a small laugh and a blush covered his face as he scratched the back of his neck, perhaps in insecurity at his previous actions.

As time went on you began to see each other frequently, in and out of the bedroom. No one could have prepared you for the skill Bob provided when you began sleeping together. While no label had been discussed between you two, you knew there was something more. Besides the near-perfect chemistry you two had when you slept together, your conversations and communication were the best you’d had with any man.

Afraid to mess up whatever was going on between you two, you never pushed for a label or serious commitment. You knew he was working hard on a dangerous mission, and you didn’t want to ruin this (partly because he was the best lay you’ve ever had).

Little did you know Bob felt the same way. The man was obsessed with you. Despite not enjoying the bar scene he made sure to be at The Hard Deck as much as he could. Penny found it absolutely adorable. Bob thought about you constantly. When he was flying, during important briefings, before bed, hell even when he was brushing his damn teeth.

He was afraid that proposing a relationship would freak you out, but also understood being in a relationship with a pilot could be a draining one. So, he kept things as they were. Casual. But not. He’d never in his life been able to fuck a girl, then talk about which constellation was his favorite, or why certain childhood memories meant more to him than others. It was something he loved about your dynamic.

But here you were. It was getting late and even more busy as the night went on. While nights were always pretty packed, Friday nights were the worst. Bob and the rest of the Dagger Squad had shown up earlier playing pool and darts, and discussing new ideas for their mission.

You had snuck in some conversation with Bob when he was sent to the bar to collect another round, but the crowd kept you busy and your mind preoccupied with all the orders.

The Dagger Squad had their suspicions that Bob liked you, but never in a million years did they think you two were actually “something”.

Hangman especially. The man could never not flirt with you. You always shot him down, but it became some sort of game to him. Bob always observed, but seeing as you rarely even responded to Jake, he found it more amusing.

So when Hangman announced in the middle of who knows what round of pool, “Well damn. Seems like I’ve got some competition at the bar.” Bob’s heart rate picked up.

His head swung over to you taking an attractive man’s order while laughing and shaking your head. His brows furrowed as you continued to smile while you made his drink.

Bob put down his pool stick and muttered a quick excuse to get away from the game. Phoenix shot Rooster a knowing look that he returned.

You were handing the same guy, even more attractive up close, his drink as Bob placed his elbows on the bar. You turned to him and your eyes widened as you registered who was before you.

“Hi”, you blushed.

He continued to stare at you then switched his gaze to the man who was retreating to his table.

“Who was that?” Bob questioned.

“I don’t know. Just some guy.” You were confused by his sharp greeting.

He hummed a reply then pushed his glasses up his nose as he said, “I uh, it just looked like maybe you knew him or something”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head.

“No, no I've never seen him here before actually.”

He once again looked back to the guy then you, “I don’t like him”, he muttered.

You huffed a small laugh then said, “Me either, his attempt at flirting with me was atrocious.”

You laughed again as Bob scoffed. He leaned off the counter onto his hands, and a small smile appeared as he turned back to his friends shaking his head.

It was near closing and the guy from earlier was not letting you out of his sights. Bob had come to pay his near nonexistent tab and whispered to you that he’d wait for you outside till you were finished.

Last call had been announced what seemed like forever ago and this guy had still not left. As you were dragging your rag across the bar top he leaned in too close for your liking.

“You wanna get outta here when you're done?”

“Uh, no. I’m good thanks.”

He just smiled as if you were playing hard to get.

“C’mon girl you were flirting with me all night, don’t leave me hanging.”

You stopped your cleaning and glared at the man. Luckily for you, Penny had overheard his antic from the register. She nearly shouted at the guy, “She doesn’t owe you anything, pal. We’re closing now, you gotta go.”

He shot his hands up in a false act of surrender and laughed as he said, “Alright, alright” and made his way out.

You turned to Penny with wide eyes and shook your head. She laughed and told you to head home and be careful.

Bob was waiting outside the door, just like he said he would. He pushed off the wall he was leaning against and reached for you. He grabbed you by the waist, one hand gripping your cheek as he collided his mouth with yours. Your eyes widened at his unusual greeting, but as his lips met yours again you leaned into him. You kissed him back with the same urgency and clasped your hands to his cheeks. He deepened the kiss with a groan and you pulled away, knowing you would find no shame in letting him fuck you outside your place of work if you didn’t.

You caught your breath as you gasped “What was that for?”

He replied with a shy “Nothing”, but turned as you heard a car door slam.

The guy from the bar. You gave Bob a knowing look and he sheepishly shrugged his shoulders, blushing.

“Oh my God you were jealous”

“What? No.” He tried to play it off and fake a laugh, which prodded a genuine one from you.

“You can’t deny it, you were showing that guy I was yours.” You stopped dead realizing what had slipped from your lips. His. You opened your mouth to refute your comment, but Bob grabbed your hand and squeezed. You glanced up at him and saw he was giving you a small smile.

“Mine, huh?”, “I’d like that. Like a lot”

You blushed even more at his statement and a smile overcame your features.

“Yeah?” you questioned.

“Yes.” He answered definitely.

“Me too”, you grabbed him by the cheeks again and slotted your lips against his.

He kissed you back slow this time. When he pulled away he gripped your hand and led you to his car. He opened the door for you and jogged back to his side. As he started the car he gave you the look. You nodded back, answering his silent question.

You bit your lip as he slid his hand along your thigh while he started the journey back to your place. He sent you heated glances as he drove and began rubbing his thumb back and forth where it lay on your thigh. Pathetic as it may sound, the light touch turned you on.

You felt that familiar heat spread throughout you as you thought about what was going to proceed in a few moments.

As he pulled to the curb outside your house you both quickly unbuckled and jumped out. Bob grabbed your waist as you made your way to the front door. You felt his body heat radiate as he pressed his front to your back while you shakily unlocked the door. You could feel all of him as he began to press his lips to your neck. You gasped and pushed back against him.

The door finally managed to open, and Bob was quick to spin you and lead you inside. His lips attacked your own as he maneuvered his way to your bedroom. The man knew where to step seeing as he’d made it a mission to christen every piece of furniture you both could. Your bedroom door was pushed open and Bob never broke the kiss as he laid you onto the bed. He was hovering above you as he pulled away and stared at you.

He was panting, as were you, and he slowly sat up and removed his shirt. He tossed it to the floor as he began to place kisses down your neck. You moved your head to the side to give him more room and moaned as he made his way to that tender, sweet spot right at the base of your neck.

As he assaulted your neck his hands made their way under your top to your chest. He squeezed and your back arched up in return. You were panting and becoming impatient.

You quickly removed your own shirt and grabbed Bob’s face to kiss him thoroughly. He kissed you harshly his tongue dancing with your own. You moaned into his mouth and shot your hips up to grind against his own.

He released a sound of his own and pushed his hips into yours, harder. As his hips rolled against just the right spot your mouth opened against his as you groaned. Your back arched with his movements and Bob took the opportunity to unclasp your bra. He dragged the straps down your shoulders and when you were exposed he quickly made work of kissing you. His tongue dragged across your nipple as his hand made work of the other breast. Kneading and squeezing, pinching your nipple as his mouth sucked the other, teeth grazing it as he released it with a pop.

“Please” you begged, not entirely even sure what for.

He leaned down again and began his torment on your other breast. You ground your hips against his and moved one hand to run through the hair at his neck.

Your other hand reached between your bodies and you made quick work of the button on his jeans. You palmed him over his pants and he groaned. He sat up taking the hint your actions called for. He quickly undid your own pants and slid them off impossibly fast. He grabbed the hem of your underwear and slowly, painfully so, slid them over your hips and down your legs. You whined at the torture and lightly wrapped your leg around his own attempting to pull him closer. He huffed a laugh, and slid his jeans and briefs off.

His cock was stiff and hard. He leaked at the tip just as you leaked between your thighs. He crawled back over you and moved his hand over your hip. His fingers slid over your entrance, capturing your arousal as he moved his fingers to your clit. You moaned loudly when he traced circles over you and watched you with glazed-over eyes.

While you normally would have basked in the foreplay, right now you needed him.

“I need you”, you breathily said.

“I’ve got you”, was all he said as he leaned down and sensually kissed you. You felt him move to your entrance and slowly sheath himself inside you. You both moaned into each other as his length stretched you. His thrusts started slow, but not soft. He was rocking into you, hands supporting himself over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held him as close as you could. He was yours. Your arms covered his shoulders and you panted and squirmed under him. He picked up his pace and you threw your head back at the sensation. He was hitting you in just the right spot.

He pushed his head into your neck and placed loose kisses there. His lips pressed against your ear as he practically moaned, “You’re mine. All mine.”

Your moans grew louder as he thrust and thurst inside you. He could feel you growing closer, consequences to his words.

He reached down and rubbed furious circles around your clit. You felt the familiar heat grow in your lower spine and you whined. He lifted his head and held your eyes as he urged you to come.

You came around him and he groaned at the sight. His head fell back to your ear as he whispered how beautiful you looked as you came.

His thrusts became uneven and his pace faltered. You gripped his back and pushed him as far into you as you could. You kissed everything you could reach and kept repeating “I’m yours”, until he stilled and finished inside you.

He slowly pulled out and rolled onto the bed, taking you into his arms. You cuddled in a blissful daze, saying nothing as he pushed your hair behind your ears.

“I’ve wanted you to be my girlfriend for God knows how long.”

You glanced at him through your lashes and smiled. “Me too” you murmured.

“I’m glad we're on the same page then”, he blushed.

Your smile only grew as he pulled you into him and traced aimlessly on your bare back until you both found a peaceful slumber.

#robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #robert 'bob' floyd x reader #top gun maverick #tgm #tgm x reader #bob #bob x female reader #top gun #one shot

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thesoftboiledegg · 8 months

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This whole Dan Harmon interview is worth reading, but here's a few essential quotes:

When the show scored its second season, Harmon was eager to staff up, filling out their ragtag cable team with Harvard-educated Community writers. If they were going to make a play for network primetime audiences, he reasoned, they’d need network primetime writers. “If I had felt like I was imposing something, I would have never done it,” he says, having played the whole thing back in his head countless times over the past decade. He can see now how Roiland must have felt that that transition was about making the show more Harmon’s than his, but he insists that was not his intent.

“If anything, what I wanted was for Justin and I both to be able to be increasingly lazy and not show up for work. That was the dream,” says Harmon. “We’d be these rich idea men. He could roll around and go, like, ‘What if a genie had a butt instead of a dick?’ And I could be like, ‘Yeah, and plus, we’re going to make people cry about it, and that’s going to make them freak out. It’s a story about a genie butt dick, but then we’d win an Emmy, and it’d be more ironic than ever.’ And then I’d come to find out later that it was like, ‘Oh, Harmon brought in his Harmon writers,’ and, man, that is not how I saw it.”

[...]

The last time he and Roiland spoke was over text in 2019, a conversation that left Harmon in tears. “He said things that he’d never said before about being unhappy, and I remember saying to him the last time we spoke in person, like, ‘I am worried about you, and I don’t know what to do about that except to give you all the string and also just say I’m scared that you’re not going to come back.’ But then this conversation became unprecedentedly confrontational.” Harmon stops himself there. “I think that’s as far as I get to take the story. At that point, we’re no longer both there for it, and it starts to become not only unfair for me to continue but totally uncomfortable because, from there, a friendship goes away, and I still don’t fully understand why.”

[...]

“The easiest thing for me to say about Justin has been nothing. Easy because he isolated so well and easy because I’m nobody’s first choice as a judge of anything or anyone. This is where I’d love to change the subject to myself, to what a piece of crap I’ve been my whole public life,” he says. “I would feel so safe and comfortable making this about me, but that trick is worthless here and dangerous to others. It’s other people’s safety and comfort that got damaged while I obsessed over a cartoon’s quality. Trust has now been violated between countless people and a show designed to please them. I’m frustrated, ashamed and heartbroken that a lot of hard work, joy and passion can be leveraged to exploit and harm strangers.”

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I suggest reading the full article because it goes pretty in-depth into Dan Harmon and Justin Roiland's relationship and how their collaboration fell apart. The article also has some intriguing details about how the show operates behind the scenes.

#rick and morty #dan harmon #justin roiland

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houseswife · 1 month

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I’m so mad bru I just woke up from a dream where they remade house md but entirely genderswapped. like every single line and scene was identical other than that. hilson yuri come back to me…

#actually I lied. cuddy was still played by lisa #I think my subconscious knew that lesbian huddy was too powerful to pass up

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blorb-el · 7 months

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trick or treat! 🎃

let's see... how about. the opening scene to kryptonian superbat au...... this was my nano project last year (only got to 20k or so though). i'm so tempted to like.... footnote every single scene of this bc it's mostly a labor of love towards precrisis kryptonian worldbuilding Lore <3

465 words, superbat, this scene is gen

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Kal stares at the notification. “Kelex,” he mumbles. “Why didn’t you remind me earlier?”

Kelex whirrs. “You requested not to be disturbed.”

…fair enough. They’d been busy on the ride back from the conference. Very busy. But now, Kal has to wake up his husband. Best to get it over with quickly.

He opens the shadowed door, wincing at the soft rumbling snore. Pads across to the bed, and slides in. Brus shifts towards him, and Kal kisses his forehead regretfully.

“Brus,” he murmurs. “Brus-kir.”

A furrow appears on that brow. Kal brushes a lock of hair away, cupping his husband’s face, and slowly, one of Brus’s pale eyes cracks open. “Kal,” he mumbles. “You’re insatiable.”

Kal should have woken him up differently, maybe. “Brus. Light of my life. Sun to my moons.”

“What do you want,” Brus mumbles, but his lips curve up ever so slightly.

“Can you talk to the :dhosurro tomorrow morning?”

A grunt. That eye shutters closed for a second. “Why.”

“It’s science, zrhymin. I forgot I had an appointment.”

Another grunt. Brus turns to bury his face into the pillow. Kal goes in for the kill. “It’s for Kim-Da’s class. It’s for the children, Brus...”

A strangled sigh into the pillow, and then Brus turns over to look at him again. “Fine,” he agrees. “But you owe me.”

Kal kisses him, and Brus kisses sleepily back. “Oh?” he breathes against his husband’s lips, and Brus makes a noncommittal noise.

“How about you wake me up better next time,” he mumbles, and Kal buries his forehead into Brus’s shoulder.

“Agreed.”

“When do I need to talk to your plants?”

Kal winces. “Two wohl thirty dendahr.”

Brus fishes for the pillow and puts it back over his face.

“It’s science, zrhymin.”

Brus heaves another sigh, and then slides the pillow down to eye Kal, hair messy. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

Kal melts a little. “I-“

He’s about to say I know. I love you too. I love you so much.

Instead there’s a twinge of pain in his chest.

I don’t understand why you love me so much.

He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t say anything, but something in his face must change, because Brus reads him. Brus reads him like he always reads him, like he’s an open book. His eyebrows draw down a little, and he reaches out, touching Kal in the center of his chest, flattening his palm right over Kal’s heart, where the ache lies. “Kal. I love you,” he says, softly.

The pain sharpens a second, and Kal squeezes his eyes shut, reaches up to clasp Brus’s hand in his own. Hold on to him, hold him closer. He lets out a shuddering breath. “I love you too.”

Thank you, he thinks, but doesn’t say.

#-kir is a tremendously sappy endearment.... it means little. my little bruce....#thanks for the ask :^)#librarianbabs #ask games #my writing #superbat #i still can't decide if brus' or brus's feels better for the possessive. grammar rules seem to be flexible. we shall see

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