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triplexdoublex · 2 years

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Keister Bunny

Pairings: Colson x Rook

Warnings/Tags: reluctantly hiding cocaine up one’s ass🤷🏻‍♀️, fooling around in public, mild daddy kink

A/N: Keister- Used as an verb: The action and process of hiding and smuggling contraband or illegal items within one's rectum.

“Man, why I always gotta be the one with the coke up my ass?” Rook complained as Colson tied up the balloon filled with the white powder.

“Cuz, you’re the only one in the crew who takes it up the ass regularly anyways, so it just makes sense.” Colson teased his drummer turned boyfriend.

“But you —-“

“Rookie!” Colson gives him a look “I let you ONE time — ONCE, when we were high as fuck. Don’t even play like I do it all the time.”

“Jesus they didn’t have any smaller Easter eggs than that” Rook whined as he watched Colson’s stuff the filled balloon into the plastic oval— an extra layer of protection for Rook's sake, in case the balloon broke.

“This was the only size they had out right now. It's still a little early for Easter supplies and they’re not even much bigger than the ones I normally get, besides since when do you complain about big things in your ass” Colson joked with a smirk.

“Except I don’t sit on your dick for a five hour red eye flight from Cleveland to LAX and smuggle it through TSA, now do I? Rook sased, reluctantly pulling his pants and boxers down below his ass.

“Bend,” Colson instructed, lubing up the egg.

“The things I fuckin’ do for you,” Rook shook his head as he bent foward, hands on his knees, popping his ass out towards Colson. “Do you know how fuckin’ awk—awkward—“ Rook winced as Colson began inserting the egg. “—it is to have something shov-ed up your ass when it’s not for sexual reasons?” He asked rhetorically.

“Shhh baby, just keep it in, don’t get caught and I’ll reward you by replacing it with my dick as soon as we get to the hotel.” Colson promised as he watched the last of the pastel vessel disappear inside his boyfriend.

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They successfully made it through TSA without raising suspicion and boarded the plane; Baze and Slim sat on the left side of the plane while Rook and Kells sat directly across the aisle on the right. And as usual Rook got his way and got the window seat.

The flight was rockier than usual, hitting some moderate turbulence about halfway through due to a storm.

“Mmmggh,” Rook groaned lowly, his eyes squeezed shut and fingertips digging into Colson’s thigh.

“Hey, baby. It’s just a little turbulence, we’ll be ok,” Colson reassured him.

“It’s not that, dumbass!” Rook said quietly, looking down into his lap.

“Oh shit!” Colson chuckled, taking notice of the way—even in the dimly lit cabin— that Rook's black skinny jeans were trying to tent. “What’s got you going?”

“Can’t fuckin’ help it!” Rook retorted through his teeth, trying to keep it down, “Every goddamned time this plane bounces your precious little Easter egg keeps ramming into my prostate.”

“Bet you wish it was my cock, huh?” Colson’s whispers salaciously in Rook's ear, letting his tongue trail over the edge.

“You’re not exactly helping!” Rook scolds.

“Oh but I can...” Colson teased, slipping his hand into his drummer's pants and attempting to stroke him. “Christ these things are skin tight I can barely move my hand. Wait, I got an idea, give me your jacket.”

Rook did as he was told and Colson strategically covered his boyfriend's lap with it, then unzipped his pants pulling him free. He began working him methodically under the cover of the black leather as Rook struggled to stay silent in the full cabin.

“Can’t wait to be inside you later, Rookie, feel your tight little asshole squeezing my cock just like this.” Colson breathed softly against the side of Rook's throat as he tightened his grip on his dick.

“Fuck, gonna cum soon— don’t wanna - on my jacket,” Rook choked out in a whisper.

“Hold on baby, I gotchu” Colson reassured him before quietly getting Baze’s attention. “Baze, do me a favor, don’t ask questions, just sit in my seat for a minute real quick I gotta do something. Need you to block the view,” Colson spoke lowly as he sank to his knees in front of Rook— now more thankful than ever they opted for a night flight with ‘even more leg room’ seating.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Baze sighed realizing what was going on, as he took Colson’s seat. “Can’t you two wait till we get to the hotel?”

Ignoring Baze, Colson’s head disappeared under Rooks jacket. Hallowing his cheeks as he sucked, he made quick work of bringing his boyfriend to climax.

“Mmmgh”

Baze tried to ignore the subdued sounds of pleasure falling faintly from his friends lips but then Rook —with his eyes slipped shut in ecstasy, as he shot his load down Colson’s throat— gripped Baze’s forearm, mistaking it for the arm rest.

“What the fuck man!” Baze yanked free of his grasp and moved back to his own seat as Slim held back laughter behind a balled up fist when he caught wind of what just happened.

The rest of the flight wasn’t quite as eventful, but luckily for the horny couple the tailwinds of the storm caused the plane's arrival in LAX to be a whole half hour earlier.

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“You want help with that?” Colson asked when they got to the hotel — him and Rook in one room and Baze and Slim in another.

“Nah, I’ll handle it myself,” Rook excused himself to the bathroom to retrieve the contraband. “Here,” he said when he came back out, tossing Colson the egg.

“Damn, you couldn’t have even wiped the lube off it first?” Colson complained.

“ I think I’ve done enough. I feel like the god damned Cadbury bunny, laying eggs n’ shit.”

“Aww my little Keister Bunny,” Colson cracked up, pretty proud of his pun as he sat on the edge of the bed, placing the drugs on the nightstand for later.

“You’re an ass,” Rook couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nah for real though—“ Colson reached out pulling Rook toward him by his waist. “Imagine how hot you’d be if we got you some ears, and a little cottontail butt plug. Your nose already scrunches up like a rabbit when you cum anyways.”

“Shut up,” Rook blushed.

“Don’t be shy, baby, come hop on this dick.”

In an instant Rook was tugging off his shirt, as Colson undid Rook's jeans, kissing his Marilyn Monroe tattoo as he lowered the zipper.

Once Rook was naked it was Colson’s turn, the two worked together removing every article of his clothing until the only thing he wore was the permanent ink on his skin and the smirk on his face.

“C’mon baby, you heard me— hop on it,” Colson teased as he scooted further up the bed, “Want you to ride me.” He spit in his hand and coated his dick with it, proudly holding it at full mast, as he awaited Rook to mount him.

With one foot on either side of Colson’s scrawny frame, Rook got into position, inching down on the blonde's ample cock, letting out a whiny “Fuuuck” as he reached the hilt.

“Mmmmm Rookie,” Colson reached up caressing Rook's chest with both hands. “Never woulda known just a little while ago you were bitching about a little egg in your ass— now look at you.”

“Nev— mhmmmn Never gonna let me live that down are you?” Rook let his head loll back as he slowly began to fuck himself on Colson’s dick.

“Nope, not when you can take alllll daddy’s dick without complaining like this,” he snapped his hips up, driving himself deep into Rook.

“Ohh- Kells!” Rook cried out in ecstasy as Colson’s cock pummeled against his prostate. Picking up the pace Rook began bouncing up and down harder and faster chasing after his second orgasm of the day, his own cock ricocheting between Colson’s stomach and his own with a hardy smacking sound.

“Uhhhh- Fuck! I’m gonna nut already if you keep riding me like that.

“G-ood,” Rook replied out of breath. “Almost there too, wanna feel you fill me first.”

Rook's words and a few more bounces were all it took to have Colson’s hands squeezing Rook's hips like a vice as he lifted his own hips up off the bed. Pressing himself flush against Rook, he came hard, depositing his load as deep as it could possibly go.

“Mmmm this tight ass gets me everytime,” Colson groaned through his teeth, moving his hands down from Rook's waist to grip his cheeks as he rode it out.

Rook finished shortly after, his face scrunched in pleasure as he painted his and Colson’s stomachs white with cum. Exhausted and out of breath Rook collapsed down onto Colson, his sticky cum pressed between their bodies like the frosting in a sandwich cookie.

“Told ya, you look like a rabbit when you cum,” Colson teased, twitching his nose.

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always-against-the-grain · 3 years

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on your own time

Summary: continuation of the morning after

Pairing: Negan x reader (female, named Eddie)

Tags: Negan smut, Negan x reader

It had been over a week since your last hook-up with Negan. And he was craving you again.

He caught up with you in a hallway this morning.

“Hey, Eddie,” he called for you, spinning Lucille in his hand.

“Sup boss, what can I do for ya?” You decelerated to a stop and put your back to the wall.

He leaned in, bracing himself on the wall with his free hand. Your heart began to pound, and you felt your body temperature rise.

“There’s a lot you can do for me,” he said softly, his voice still rough, however.

“It’s been a while. What do you say we catch up?” He paused, “I forgot what that body feels like”

Your clit tingled at his words.

“Oh, you remember. That’s why you’re asking,” you cleverly responded.

“Haha, you might be on to something, doll. But that’s not an answer.”

“Yeah, okay,” you smiled.

“7 work?”

“Yes, daddy,” you teased.

“Mmmhhh,” he let out through his nose.

“I’ll see you tonight” he pushed himself off the wall and gently pinched your chin, grazing his thumb on it, before he walked away to do Negan things.

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Later that evening, Negan barged through your door.

A young man named Jack rolled off the full-size bed and thudded on the floor, squirming to button his pants, his hands jittering at Negan’s presence.

Once Jack was buttoned up, Negan gestured at him to leave.

“Get” Negan nodded at the door.

Jack swiftly grabbed his boots and shirt, holding his ítems against his chest as he did a quick walk-of-shame towards the door.

Negan aggressively grabbed him by the forearm before he reached his exit and calmly growled at him, “don’t touch what’s mine again.”

Jack nodded in understanding.

“Negan...” you started, straightening out the hem of your white shirt.

You didn’t know if to explain yourself or be pissed that he interrupted your action.

“What the fuck was that doll?”

“What the Fuck was what? You don’t own me. I can fuck whoever I damn well plea—”

“Quiet” he put an open hand up, slowly closing it into a fist as he lowered his arm.

“Weren’t you supposed to be somewhere tonight, young lady?”

“We said 7,” you counter-argued, “it’s not even—”

You looked at your clock on your nightstand: 7:30

“Awh shit,” you said to yourself.

“‘Awh shit’ is right,” Negan walker closer to you, to the corner of your room.

Negan set Lucille against the wall next to the file cabinet where the walls met. You used that metal furniture as a dresser. He took off his leather jacket to set on top of the cabinet.

“Fuck. Negan, my bad, we were smoking, and I lost track of time.”

Negan leaned against the file cabinet, crossing his arms, not caring much about your excuse.

“So you were just gonna let me fuck you right after Jack?”

“No- I- we were just gonna give each other head” As you said those words aloud, you realized that wasn’t much better.

“Oohh you’re DIRTY dirty. I like dirty, but you stood me up girl and that is unacceptable. And for me to walk in on you..” Negan clenched his fists, replaying the image of another man on top of you.

“You’ve pissed me off, doll,” He said explicitly.

You smiled a little, amused at Negan being riled up, “are you, are you jealous?”

“Shu— Be. Quiet.” He bent his neck side to side, like he was preventing from morphing into a supernatural being.

Negan took a deep breath and pushed himself off the filing cabinet, and launched himself to you.

“I see you’ve gotten too comfortable around me” He gripped your jaw and cheeks together.

“You need to be reminded who’s in charge”

“And we’re 30 minutes behind schedule, and that’s coming out of your end. Are you gonna make it up to me, doll?”

You nodded in his grip.

Negan leaned in to kiss you, his lips barely hovering above yours, before pulling away, leaving you craving his touch.

He carelessly released you from his grasp, even giving your noggin a slight push.

He began unbuckling his belt, making it obvious what he wanted from you.

You helped him pull his undergarment down, just enough for his dick to spring free.

You took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. You heard Negan contain a raspy groan within his throat.

Once you brought him in deeper, he held your head in place and began to shallowly fuck your mouth.

You sucked harder, increasing the pressure around his member.

“Ah, yes. You dirty girl,” he praised you, “just like that.”

“Say you’re mine,” he ordered.

I’m not saying that you thought to yourself.

He lightly smacked your face while his dick was in your mouth, “say it”

You refused. You kept sucking him off, hoping that you would cause enough pleasure to make him not care whether you said it or not.

That didn’t work. He pulled your hair close to your scalp, the taut strands causing intense but dull pain.

“Mmmmm,” you groaned, mildly uncomfortable with your hair being pulled.

“Say it” he clenched his fist more forcibly, causing a slightly harder pull on your hair, while also pushing himself to further, causing you to gag briefly before he returned to his original depth.

“I’m yours” your words muffled with his dick in your mouth.

“That’s right” he trusted a few more times before pulling out.

“Undress,” he ordered while he stroked himself.

You shimmed off your pants and pulled off your shirt, while Negan kicked off his boots.

Once you were completely undressed, you laid back on your elbows, legs spread at a natural distance, knees dangling off the edge, ready for reciprocation.

“What the fuck are you doing, doll?” Negan asked, almost rhetorically, “Turn around.”

You were a little caught off guard, as Negan had attended to your needs first in the past.

“Com’n doll, don’t keep wasting my time tonight.”

As you flipped yourself over, Negan slapped your ass hard.

“Fuck” you groaned, initially at the sting, then at the pleasure of the burn.

Negan pushed yourself lower back down into the mattress before you had a chance to create an arch yourself.

“You earned yourself a hard fucking Eddie,” he toyed with your vulva with his hard dick.

He spread your juices in sync with each word he spoke. “And. You’re. Gonna. Take. It. All.”

He entered you and filled you the brim.

He felt incredible as always.

He fucked you hard and slow. Before picking up pace. Eventually reaching a moderate pace, still inserting himself all the way with each thrust.

You felt your search for orgasm plateau, going nowhere near release. Negan was relatively quiet, only softly grunting once in a while.

You turned your head to face him, checking to see where his mind was.

You instantly caught his death glare.

Oh, he was fucking for sport tonight.

He roughly pushed your head so you’d face away from him, and he held the back of your neck to the mattress.

He decided to share his jealous thoughts with you, well, in a way.

“You can fuck whoever you want. But when I’m fucking you, you’re mine. This pussy is mine.” He gave you a brutal thrust.

“That pretty mouth is mine.” He continued as he briefly forced two fingers inside it.

“This ass is mine.” you felt his spit dribble over your other hole.

He began sliding a thumb in.

You clenched and tilted your hips away from him in response.

He pulled out his digit and smacked your ass cheek, “you are gonna let me in, so its best if you relax.”

He attempted to insert his thumb again, and you tensed up once more, having only had anal once before, with him, so you’re your relaxing methods weren’t up to tune.

Smack.

“Relax.”

Once his entire thumb was is in it was bearable than the initial intrusion.

He started thrusting at pace again and simultaneously wiggled his thumb inside you’re puckered hole.

“Ugh fuck baby,” you moaned.

“Baby? Nuh-uh, you don’t get to call me that.”

He pulled out his thumb and punished you with the reinsertion.

“I’m- I’m sorry”

His hard fucking and digit-play built your orgasm towards release

“Come doll. I know your there” he wiggled his thumb faster

“Ughhh” you came, body going limp.

Negan jackhammered into your oversensitive body, you almost had to tell him to stop before he pulled out and ejaculated on your spine.

Negan scooped some of his release form your skin and brought around your head to your mouth, “here, to get the taste of Jack out of your mouth”

You willingly sucked his finger clean.

“Fuck, that’s my dirty girl,” he whispered in your ear.

He looked for your shirt to wipe your back clean, so you’d think of him in the future when it was time to wash it.

He crawled into bed with you, cuddling you from behind. You felt his flaccid dick in the crevice of your ass.

“You alright, Ed?” he noticed you in a haze.

“Yeah,” you answered, but you were slightly confused as to who you were to Negan now, a mistress? A potential wife? His cum slut?

“Did I make up for my fuck up?” You asked

“Of course. Unless you want to repent some more?” He gently bit your shoulder.

“I mean, I do want more, but you had this look tonight. I mean, it was hot, but the whole thing right before...” you trailed off, not knowing how to ask Negan what your relationship status was.

“Listen, I know I don’t own you. I know you’re a sexual woman, and I love that shit. Just don’t eat your food in front of me”

You picked up what he was putting down. When it was Negan’s time, you were his. What you did on your time was fair game.

“Now that we got that outta the way, let me know when you want me to fuck you again. Whatever you want, hard, fast, slow, in your ass” he pressed on you with his last words.

“Anything you want,” he added as he leaned in for the first kiss of the night.

#negan #negan x oc #negan x reader #negan smut #Negan thirst squad #negans thirst squad

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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Okay but Ed being present for Izzy getting that neck tattoo tho. And like, the symbolism of the swallow too I'm 😭

Did a quick Google to find a source cuz my original was my old tattoo artist telling me what they meant lmaoo

Like first: very cool that Izzy had traveled that far! That's a long fucking way on I imagine not always amazing ships with rough and potentially fatal shit in between.

But also. Return, and carrying a soul to heaven like. If you apply this to Izzy (and tbh it could all mean jack shit, maybe they just chose a design at random but if they did!! Consider this stuff!!) He's a point of return (one could say a trusted or home port even) both in good and bad ways for Ed. And I think Ed is for him too, even if he'd probably be initially loathe to admit it (or would just stab me for bringing it up, and I cant fault that, stabbing does technically solve problems.)

The heaven aspect is where I want more Izzy's backstory because depending on that there could be So Much there. Was he raised with actual religion in some form and truly trusts in superstition to see him to some afterlife? Is it a remnant of a young pirate who maybe hung onto those beliefs (but tbh to me seems pretty soured over a lot of shit now so. Maybe doesn't hold onto them as hard or in the same way as years before.)

And that's where I want Ed so badly to have been there for it. Ignoring how interesting it was to make ink at sea back then (various sources listed interesting bodily fluids that could be used which like. Okay but we're gonna not think abt that for now lmaooo) and how most were often done by the crew it seems (at least in what I've read so far, which isn't nearly enough yet) like.

Could Ed have been the one to give the tattoo? (That is !!!! To my brain) or have been there egging Izzy on re: placement (the neck is a Choice lol. Looks gorgeous but like the upper chest and neck do sting a bit once you've been going for a bit) and making sure he gets through it (I know he held Izzy's hand during it if he was there. He just did, I'm positive.)

Everything abt it is so good and so open!!! Ripe for opportunities to explore the adventures of the two dipshit but darling leather daddies and the sea. Dipshit because I know Izzy has his shit more together but like. Not by much, and u know he got up to shit with Ed pre-show timeline. Baloney that Izzy did not paint the town red with Ed from time to time if not more, often probably with some actual blood.

Izzy is absolutely a fkn terror, but also I need more abt him immediately

#text and photo post #ofmd #im sorry ive spent all day blabbering abt pirates again #i cant help it i am entranced

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simply-ellas-stuff · 5 years

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Batwoman Episode Three Talk *Spoilers*

Are we not doing the normal Arrowverse monologue? I miss it. The diary narration is cool but... I miss the opening monologue.

Nightmare flashbacks, I wonder who the fuck Beth was living with? Who turned her into Alice? Did Alice live with a serial killer?

Who the fuck is running Wayne Enterprises besides Luke & Kate??

Hand puppets to get Batwoman's attention, childish.

Alice is blunt as fuck, Horny for Batman, did she take notes from Bo from Lost Girl.

Why does Alice have a boyfriend in the first place?

Negotiations? Innocent peoples lives for a boyfriend? Sounds weird but nice try.

Is Kate the Younger Twin?

Does Beth have split personality? Alice is the girl she became to protect herself from her hellish post-accident life but Beth is buried somewhere inside her mind??

Fucking commercials always indicate someone dying. Poor fellow.

Elliot Estates? Dumb name.

Training with your husband while thinking of your ex-girlfriend you never told him about? Go. To. Therapy. Sophie boxing? With her husband? I guess that's healthy? I mean, if they were working on their own personal issues instead of Sophie's issues with Kate... maybe.

Commander must adore Soph to be that much of a considerate shade of Asshole. Also because Soph is too blunt for them to not be close in some way.

Why is Soph wanting to protect Mary? Its not going to get her closer to Kate.

Vesper, you beautifully voices woman!

Mary is a sweetheart, and decent at acting drunk/hungover to safe face for her clinic.

Mary is so fucking sassy to her sister's ex-girlfriend.

Why blame Commander Kane for your idea Soph?!

Kate getting defensive over the desk, aww.

Tommy Elliot is already a cunt before he showed up at that desk.

'Candy Kane' would be a cute nickname, if this guy didn't immediately give me a bad feeling.

Fuck Tommy for bringing that shit up to Kate like it doesn't already fuck her up. How the fuck does Tommy Elliot know Bruce is Batman?

Tommy Elliot wants to prove he's the most damaged, bigger ego-ed, richer, jerkwad of Gotham. And instead he goes psycho. Kate was right, Bruce's is bigger - He didn't go psycho. Even though, that comment was inappropriate but also forgivable given how she was attacking his ego not the physical aspects of Tommy vs Bruce. Metaphorical not realistical.

Wayne Tech, how the fuck is it still up and running?

I like how they reference weapons and explain them in a slightly normal way before Kate uses them later.

Pretty sure the dummy and faux blood and spray paint was Tommy Elliot, not anyone else.

Is there a Tommy Elliot Comic Counterpart that becomes a villain?

Vesper sassing Batman is fucking hilarious.

Mary checking out that guy and Soph interrupting it, cockblock.

Soph grilling Mary for information about Kate is fucked

Luke yelling while wearing the noise cancelling headset is cliche but funny. I wonder if they had to have Ruby say screaming because her accent came out too much when she said Yelling.

A gun that can penetrate the Batsuit? Why in the fuck would that exist without a fail safe?

Kate feeling the sting of being hit with a bullet while not actually being in the suit, she's already formed a relationship with the suit even though she refused to take up the mantle.

Kate sassily decides to go ask Tommy about knowing about Bruce and Batman only to be shocked about Luke telling her to put on the suit.

I still wanna know how Alice broke into the Kane house.

She messily puts in the lipstick, finds the perfume gross smelling, wears a crow uniform, Licks a cupcake and puts it back, downs a martini, reads the invite, smashes the family picture, kills a crow that knows her name with no hesitation but mocks Kate's disappointment. All of these acts seem to mean something to her, and I wonder what that is.

I still wanna know how Alice broke into the Kane house.

Why is Alice dicking around in a crows house??

Why did Alice kill him? and How did he know her name??

Kate looks hot as fuck - Hair a little less upwards, one singular dangle earring, p/leather leggings or jeggings, black over-sized suit jacket, a lacy shirt, heeled boots (that i'm pretty sure are from Hot topic? with the metal backing on the heels), Minimal dark make up, one singular shiny bracelet/watch, and her tattoos peaking out. Why did Sophie marry a man again?

The fucking shock, confusion, and pure "what the fuck" that crossed Kate's mind when she stepped into the elevator lmfao. Great acting on Ruby's part.

Mary's facial expression then Kate's "I’m sorry" makes me aww. Did anyone else think the conversation about "Go radio silent on socials" was actually code about the Clinic in a way?

Awkward fucking elevator ride, Love the broke tension Mary.

The blond is pretty. I think I have a similar, longer version of her dress. I'd definitely let Ruby Rose check me out like Kate did Reagan.

Tyler you poor unsuspecting fool.

I'd love it if Reagan is telepathic, like a meta human, and that's how she knew that stuff. Bartenders can be good but, she was a little too spot on with Kate.

I love how Kate was impressed by Reagan pouring herself a shot, like she didn't expect it.

Tyler and Kate talking makes me feel... sad for Tyler. Soph never told her husband she secretly fucked Kate Kane at the academy.

Reagan is hot, and if Kate doesn't fuck around with her - I will.

Daddy Kane and Kate Kane have similar taste in people, they both hate Tommy.

I love how Kate brings up twin intuition even though she made a deal, and her father walked a way uncomfortable because he can't bear the idea of Alice being Beth.

Kate setting her sights on Tommy, she looked hot albeit out of place.

Mary trying to convince her mom to let her have more elbow room, just so she can sneak out to her clinic.

Tommy is a fucking dickbag "took five years but I'm finally looking down on Bruce Wayne", You are competing with someone who you already won against - you have your parents, family, the weight taken off your shoulders, a fuck ton of money, and could have any girl you want. Fuck the fuck off.

Kate's "Here I thought I was his favorite cousin, not even a phone call" was so well said as to point out she knows Bruce better than Tommy thinks he does. It was subtle, sarcastic, but right on the money.

Nice lie Kate, make him find the gun even though your bullshitting. Nice, very 'Oliver Queen' of you. I'm proud, sure he would be too.

Fucking Bach. Can people pick another one of his songs, its the same fucking one in ever fucking movie and show. Pick something different, or fuck just pick a different artist all together.

Alice tormenting Commander with the instrument, the song, and just toying with the idea that she might really be his daughter makes me laugh for some reason, its oddly well thought out. She will get in his head though, eventually.

Alice bearing the disappointment and heartbreak Beth felt being left behind... heart shattering.

King of the Crows... he should become scarecrow... maybe.

Alice just casually waltzed away from the window, sifted through the box, and the likely promptly ditched the fuck outta there.

That box is all of Beth's life, and Alice still feels the pain of it.

Maybe Alice is to Beth what Frost is to Caitlin? At least she saw the search Map.

Aww poor Mary basically getting dragged away by her guards.

Kate... you smart girl, following him right to the gun. That conversation about Tommy being less than. Tommy is psychotic in every aspect.

Tommy talked to the fucking Riddler?! The Riddler knows Bruce's identity? [If they follow the Gotham story line that kinda makes sense]

Tommy hates his mom that much? The fuck

Kate didn't expect him to have a contingency plan to draw Batman out... not smart sweets.

Kate immediately going to help the victims is why she's a good hero.

I wonder how many people actually did in that fall, we only saw a handful still moving during Kate and Mary's scenes with them.

Kate's concern for people is what makes her a hero, she even apologizes to the man she pulls attention too. Her obsession with Alice/Beth, her dedication to Bruce, her hatred towards Batman then forgiveness towards him, her affection of Sophie, all of that doesn't matter. Her heart does.

Tyler had the worst fucking timing, you are stuck in an elevator, have this martial spat in private in your home. Shut the fuck up.

Step Mom Kane doesn't seem as maternal as she acts, she also seems to be rooting for someone's death... get a divorce.

Mary and Soph would be cute friendship - if Soph wasn't in a triangle.

Luke and Kate having a heart to heart with honesty towards Bruce ever coming back.

Mary saves a life like a bawse!!

Where did they get the spray paint from? Did Luke spray it or did Kate? Where did they get a wig? Did they go shopping while this time limit is happening.

Dicking with Tommy by 'flying' around him, how "Flash/Firestorm vs Tokamak" of you. I fucking 🎶Love🎶 it.

Did she seriously Now get a voice changer? Her voice seems edited whereas with Dodgson it wasn't.

[[I keep getting Ads for The Tomorrow People, should I watch it? Is it any good??]]

Batman's side piece? Gross.

She forgot to charge the glove... cute. She's still learning.

She just stabbed him in the leg... I think they cut Luke's question of "What are you doing?" because her "Stalling" sounded like an answer not a confirmation.

She saves her Dad and Stepmom, without knowing whose in the elevator, but lets the other elevator drop... she didn't know it was empty??

She forgot to charge the glove?! LMFAO I'd do that!

Kick his ass Kate!!!!!

She saves her dad, but let the other elevator drop not knowing if there were other people in it???

He's so psychotic that he literally steps on her hand.

Alice to the rescue!!!

"and im the crazy one" I love that. She's literally insane yet the red wig is the drawn line lmfao.

Alice saving Kate makes me happy.

She took off the cowl yet has almost perfect hair... woman. really mess up you hair!! You'd probs looks hot as fuck.

Kate's appreciation of Alice saving her life only for Alice to crash the moment. Kate wants her to leave to keep her safe yet Alice is annoyed.

The red being the color of the birthstone is a nice poetic touch.

Alice ruined the moment again, jerk.

Alice touching Kate's face is probably because she hasn't seen her in so fucking long its a wonderment for her to feel her sister again when their Twins and have been connected their whole lives.

The laugh about the wig having roots, nice joke Alice.

Kate trying to talk Alice back into Beth.

So Alice wants Kate to stop thinking of her as Beth? But she was willing to prove she is actually Beth by cutting her palm? Alice really does seem like Season Four Killer Frost "Beth is gone"/"I'm not Caitlin"

Sending Tommy to Arkaham... Smart.

Reagan is cute, I love how she was worried for Kate whom she just met and Kate checked in on her. I love the bluntness between the two!! Please tell me she isn't a bad guy!

Is Soph really jealous?? She's fucking married?! Soph, don't be jealous, your married. Mary slap her for us.

Two of Hearts, Eight of Cloves, and Three of Diamonds?? What does Alice, Catherine, and those numbers/cards have in common?

Commander Kane is finally starting to believe!!! Yes! Catherine, you do not live up to the legacy of your name you dick.

Batlady? Batchick? Really?! Did Sophie call that name in? otherwise it won't stick...

I hope Soph phoned in that name, otherwise we'll end up with something stupid.

Sophie definitely knows that Kate is Batwoman.

When is the reference episode to the Arrowverse cross over going to happen? I need to know and understand the fucking timeline.

I kinda think that Alice is Beth's alter, like she had disassociative identity disorder and Alice is her protector. That's why Alice remembers being Beth but "Beth is gone" because Younger Beth is 'asleep' in their shared mind or too afraid to come out yet Alice is acting out with anger now because she had to go through the hell that she was made to protect Beth, Maybe as an alter she's resentful towards the host? Is that possible? Maybe she blames Beth but because she can't hurt her, she hurts her family via payback and revenge.

☆Side Note:: I watched this episode only twice instead of my normal three, I've been a bit busy -Which is also why this is a day later than it has been-, so excuse me if anything is wrong or they explained something in the episode☆

#Arrowverse #Batwoman #Batwoman episode 3 #Batwoman season 1 episode 3 #Kate Kane #Beth Kane #Alice #Jacob Kane #catherine hamilton kane #mary hamilton #Mary Hamilton Kane #Catherine Hamilton #Catherine Kane #Flash Season 2 episode 4 The Fury of Firestorm #The Tomorrow People

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fauveshumankaiju · 5 years

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uncle Ni...

He told Ni first.

Actually, he didn’t tell anyone at first. He threw up in the bathroom of the family practice clinic, then sat on the bench in front of the parking lot for an hour before driving to CVS to get mouthwash and splash some water on his face at the drinking fountain outside. After a little bit of vacillating he also grabbed some prenatal vitamins on the way out. If all else failed, he could always take them while not pregnant, after all. Baby vitamins probably wouldn’t hurt adult Rodan.

Then he sat at the beach for another hour, watching the water lap at the sand. It was fall and chilly and overcast, even in Monsuta, which was rarely properly cold.

He thought, for the first time in a while, about his own family. Wondered how they were doing, wherever they were. They didn’t seem to want to have a lot to do with him – he wondered if they would if they knew that he was involved with a foreign billionaire. He wondered if they knew how much he’d changed since he saw them last. Not that he particularly cared to find out.

One hand resting on his stomach, he stared up at the white sky and thought about what kind of a parent he’d make, if he ended up being one. It’d been a month, apparently; he couldn’t remember what he’d done in that past month, but he was a chemist. He handled all kinds of weird teratogens, he’d had a few glasses of wine, he definitely hadn’t taken his prenatal folate supplements. His brain was helpfully providing him with all the weird mutations he’d learned about in his undergrad intro to biochem courses, which really was NOT helping the anxiety. Of course he’d fuck this up before it even started. How was he supposed to know he should be looking out for getting knocked up? He was a man, for god’s sakes, his anatomy was different from most, sure, but he dutifully stuck himself in the ass with a syringe once a month to claim the right to shave, sweat like a stuck hog and, oh, yeah, not get pregnant. Turns out the last purported effect of hormones was false advertising.

After some more staring and shivering in misery, he went home. Home being the Ghidorah’s apartment downtown – at least one of the brothers was bound to be there at any point in time and Rodan had a spare key if they weren’t. Ichi was usually flying around the world or in a conference call; Ni was in and out of town doing his own inscrutable work, but at least San might be there.

I can’t face San, he thought sickly as he locked his bike in the underground garage and keyed in to the elevator. He thought of San’s sharp, gentle face, the boyish joy on it when he found something new and interesting to play with. He would say whatever Rodan wanted him to say - even now that Rodan didn’t know what that would be. He’d bend over backwards to make Rodan happy even if it wasn’t what the Ghidorahs wanted. Rodan would say – “I wanna do this, high speed low drag, let’s have this baby and raise it and be domestic and shit, congrats on your new heir, I guess, I promise I didn’t do this intentionally to trap you and your rich powerful brothers into a relationship with me or something like that,” and San would be game. He could also say “I’m telling you this just to let you know, but there’s no way in hell that I’m gonna let this thing live rent-free in the body I spent my life trying to get, so it’s eviction time.” And San would be game for that, too.

San would be a pretty good dad, Rodan thought. Masochistic tendencies aside he was gentle and attentive to the things he wanted to keep safe. He thought of the Dane bobbing a toddler on his knee while he watched cadaver dissection films and huffed in amusement.

The elevator up to the penthouse apartment had bizarre club-like lighting, low and purple-blue. It stuck out to him right now for some reason. Rodan studied himself in the elevator mirror as it dinged upwards. Small, lean, dressing nicer than he used to in black jeans and a bright button-down but still sporting his old red leather jacket and combat boots. He leaned in closer, staring himself in the eyes, evaluating. The face in the mirror looked back at him, brazen and daring.

30 and still sporting a mohawk. Bitching. Didn’t look like much of a father, though.

Daddy, his mind (un)helpfully supplied.

The elevator opened and he let himself into the one door on the other side of the anteroom. Theirs was the only place on the top floor of the building; it had the best view of the city, the Monsuta bay arcing out into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, the glinting buildings on view in Ichi’s rarely-used bedroom. Rodan liked the view, but the building itself was always a little cold for his taste.

He kicked off his boots into the hall closet when he got in, jangling his keys as advance warning.

“I’m home!” he called. He’d been out for the past few days and staying overnight at his own apartment, since it was closer to work. San had been bothering him about moving in with them for weeks but Rodan liked to try to preserve this last vestige of independence while he still could – the Ghidorahs were overgenerous with him, but life had always taught Rodan that other people’s kindness came with strings attached.

“On the couch,” Niels called from the long, flat couch in the living room.

Rodan dropped his shopping bag on the counter and joined the middle brother on the couch. Ni was dressed in a devastatingly fashion-forward flightsuit, the top zipped down and tied about his waist over a sleeveless turtleneck. His eyes flicked upwards as Rodan collapsed onto the couch next to him – he didn’t respond, as usual.

“How’s it going?” Rodan ventured. It was hard to tell, with Ni, whether he was in a conversational mood, but it seemed rude not to greet him. Not that the middle Ghidorah ever had any compunction about that.

Ni was on his desk-sized tablet, surrounded by fabric swatches and upholstery books like a king holding a very strange patchwork court. Peeking at the screen on his lap Rodan saw a collage of floor plans and schematics, probably for the Xilien apartment complex that was nearing completion on the south side of Monsuta. Once the building was done, Ni and San would get to work decorating while Ichi took care of the business side of the development business. Ichi didn’t talk about work at home, though, so Rodan’s familiarity with the corporation came mostly from watching Ni fling inspiration images across his tablet screen and fume over comically large paper architecture diagrams.

“Fine,” Ni tapped his pencil against his lips. “We are getting somewhere, finally.”

“Yeah?”

“M-hm. The issue with the climate control – it has all been sorted out. I’m going to start finishing the walls next week.”

“Wow, that’s a quick turnaround time for contracting.”

“Ech, there are only so many painting companies in this town, and they can only refuse so many of our generous offers. Principles, money. No contest.” He sounded satisfied, which explained his unusually effusive mood. After a second, he remembered politeness. “How are you?”

“Pregnant.”

“H-what?”

Rodan tapped himself on the stomach and smiled thinly.

Ni’s eyebrows shot up to his fringe. A moment. He cocked his head owlishly. Rodan pursed his lips and nodded.

“How?”

“Are you asking about the mechanics? Because it’s like-“ Rodan made a circle with one thumb and forefinger and stuck the other pointer finger inside. “-you know..”

“Jesus kristus, stop that!”

“You do know something about sex, right? They had sex ed back in Denmark?”

Ni set his tablet briskly on the coffee table and collected himself for a second. Rodan almost had the good sense to be scared. Ni was normally restrained, cool and aloof, but this wasn’t a normal situation. This was a very Ni-will-lose-his-cool-and-get-real-scary situation.

“They don’t know about it yet,” Rodan supplied quickly. “I don’t know how to tell them. If. I tell them. I don’t need to, I could just take care of it on my own and it won’t be a problem. I thought that one of you should know about it, at least, so you can weigh in on it, since on a molecular level it’s technically genetically your kid too, so you have a say in what happens, and if you’re angry then at least I know Ichi definitely will be to so I can just figure out what to do based on what you do-“

Ni cut him off with a single finger and an icy stare. He’d pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head after rubbing his face.

“... You talk so much.”

“Yeah, bastard, I’m nervous.”

“You think that we’re going to be unhappy about it.”

Rodan exhaled and settled back into the couch. Damn uncomfortable piece of furniture. “Well, yeah. I’m not exactly-“ he gestured at himself “prime 1-percent relationship material.”

Ni didn’t respond, staring at him.

“Not that I think I’m less than you guys, obviously, it’s just – if you had the choice, you probably would have wanted to be tied down to someone else. Someone you could be seen out with and not worry about what some gossip site would say about you slumming with your trashy American boyfriend. Someone Ichi could take to dinner parties in Europe, someone who could take San out every night when he gets into his weird moods, someone you could trust. And this whole thing is just going to tie you down to me, and then I’m going to…” let you down, he thought lamely.

Ni was still staring at him. Rodan swallowed and looked away with weak finality.

In one swift movement the Dane swung over to the far side of the couch, slamming one leg down over Rodan’s lap to straddle him and planting his hands on his shoulders, pushing him into the couch. Rodan cursed and tried to grab his arms to push him off but he got batted away. Fuck, he forgot how strong Ni was. All that construction and jiu jitsu. Well, if he had to die, this wasn’t the worst way to go, strangled by his lovers’ twin brother.

But Ni wasn’t trying to kill him, at least not right now. In fact, it felt almost like he was trying to be gentle, which felt as unnatural as his attempts at speaking Spanish sounded. His grip was soft as he raised a hand, reaching out to touch Rodan’s face, before deciding against it and resting it on his shoulder again. Rodan let out the breath he was holding.

“If they find out, they are going to do everything in their power to convince you to keep them.”

“Why would they do that?” Rodan breathed. Ichi, he meant. San, he couldn’t imagine having a strong opinion on his potential fatherhood.

“Because they’re our blood,” Ni said slowly, looking down at Rodan’s chest. “The thing that separates us from the rest of the world, those crass dumb creatures that we have to deal with outside, is our blood. It ties us together. It makes us who we are. It’s inescapable and irrefutable. And now you share that blood, too. You and the children you’d have are part of our family no matter what. You understand that, Rodan, yes? You are part of our family now. You are Ghidorah.” He clapped Rodan’s cheeks in his hands, part slap and part affectionate tap, like he always did to San. “If you talk about yourself like you did I’ll get very angry with you. You are Ghidorah. Nobody insults Ghidorah, even a Ghidorah.”

“You’re not… mad?”

Ni shrugged, then made a circle with the fingers of one hand and stuck his other hand’s pointer finger in. “I don’t know what else I expected when this started happening.”

“Yeah, well, my bad. I didn’t do my research.”

“Neither did we.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Ni, you’re, like, 99% not the father.”

“Genetically, you said, I might as well be.”

“Well – yeah, you got me there.” Rodan sighed, feeling himself relax. Then, a little more seriously - “So what do you think I should do?”

Ni looked down at him, arms crossed, his face arranged into a carefully neutral mask. “Do whatever you like. Don’t worry about Ichi and San, though. Your children will want for nothing with us as their fathers. Just don’t tell them about your having them right now unless you’re completely sure you want to have the children.”

“Children?” Rodan scoffed. “Plural? No way in hell I’m doing this again. If I’m doing this at all.”

“Oh, of course,” Ni said casually. “They’re going to be twins, at least.”

“Oh! Are they.”

“Yes. They’re Ghidorah.”

“That’s a pretty bold declaration, Doctor Niels.”

“And mark my words, it’s true. We always come in multiples.” Ni swung off of Rodan’s lap and pushed himself back into his couch corner where he stretched himself over the armrest like a cat. Rodan suddenly missed his weight and the spicy smell of his aftershave and he had to mentally slap himself down when he had the split-second urge to go crawl into Ni’s lap. He might be surprisingly cool with being an uncle, but that didn’t mean that Rodan could push the tenuous peace that he’d been trying to build since they’d met.

He rested his head on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. Uncle Niels. He’d probably give the best presents. Ni was up all night most nights anyway, he could feed the kid if they woke up. Probably not with the rest of the messy childcare business, but Rodan and San could probably take care of that, and Ni might even end up liking the kid once they were old enough to hold a conversation.

Oh, god, here he was thinking like he’d already made some kind of decision. What would Mothra do in this situation? She was the most has-her-shit-together person that he knew. She’d probably make a list of pros and cons, and then Goji would encourage her to stop thinking so hard about it and go with her gut, and then – yeah, not helpful.

Who was he kidding? He was Rodan Rodan. He lived his life on the razor’s edge. He burned down a building and got himself tied up in a relationship with the violent-minded billionaires who owned it. Equations were for the lab, and even then, Rodan did his best work when he forgot about measurements and mathematics and went with his gut. That’s what got him here, a priceless apartment in a beachside city with a job he loved and a life that never stopped being interesting and terrifying and beautiful. With three interesting and terrifying and beautiful partners who might consider staying with him here for a little while.

How do you feel, right now? He asked himself. Ni’s stylus tapped; the heating had turned on. Outside the clouds were boiling but the two of them were safe together, peaceful.

He didn’t know where he’d be in eight months, how he’d feel then, but right now? He smiled. He’d go with his gut.

#pregnancy ment #next time: Ichi has a wholeass breakdown #RODAD!#fauve writes #i just wanted to write some damm daophin backstory #Ni is not the MOST in character but i just drew this out and wanted to get through it! nd on to the good development!#rodorah #ni #writing

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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L.A Devotee | chapter two

Eddie made no complaint the whole way through the bar and simply raised his brow at Richie as he pushed them into the bathroom and closed the door. “Are we going to make out?” Eddie asked, eyeing Richie up and down slowly. “Because you look really good right now, but there’s no cameras in here so I don’t really see the point.”

“Are we going to… NO!” Richie shook his head harshly, wanting to bang his head against the stall door. He could practically feel the body heat radiating from Eddie’s body and yeah… okay, maybe it was making him a little dizzy but that wasn’t the point here. Underneath everything, Richie Tozier was human after all.

[or: child actor Richie Tozier was raised in The Industry, he knows how to play the game. He knows exactly how to keep his head down, and make his way through the famous life without attracting any extra drama. Until his management branch takes an up incoming band under their wing, and enlist Richie to publicly date the lead singer, and that all falls to shit.]

Photoshoots were the quite possibly Richie’s least favourite part of being famous. Well, no, he knew many things he hated about being famous much more- but doing photoshoots was his least favourite part of being famous that he was also paid for. So, for him to arriving onto a set for a photoshoot that wasn’t his, and he wasn’t being paid for, was a big reach for Richie. He’d pitched possibly the biggest fit he’d ever done in his managers office that the day before when he was told what was expected of him, but Kay had been more than firm.

“This is the first big shoot for their band and you’re supposed to be a supporting, loyal boyfriend.” Kay had pointed out to him. “You need to be there and show support.”

Richie had shot back some retort about how he’d thought he was going to be more of sugar daddy for Edward of Musician than a supporting boyfriend, but he’d already known that he’d lost the battle. He was standing in front of Beverly while she holding up two shirts that Richie thought looked pretty much the exact fucking same. “Why I am being done up? I’m not even being photographed!”

Beverly gave him a withering look, lowering the shirts slightly. “This might not be your photoshoot, Richard, but you’re a fool if you think nobody is going to be taking pictures of you. This is the big debut of your relationship-“

“Fake relationship,” Richie attempted to interrupt but Beverly clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t interrupt me, Tozier, you know it doesn’t end well for you.” Beverly pushed on, removing her hands from Richie’s mouth and holding the shirts back up beside his face. “You need to look just as presentable as you would if this was your own photoshoot. Put up a good face for the public.”

“Why do I have to put up a good face?” Richie sneered. “The public already knows me, and what I wear in casual situations.”

Beverly paused, lowering the shirts and narrowing her eyes at him. “You’re right.”

“I’m… what? Did you just say that I was right?” Richie squeaked, eyes widening in mock disbelief. “I never thought this day would come. I’d first like to thank my parents, and of course, the Academy-“

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day,” Bev said with an eye roll and a soft smile. “It’s just… you are right. If you come around here looking like it’s a business transaction then your fans going to figure out pretty quickly that this isn’t real. You need to look like your every day self, not somebody who’s purposely impressing the public.”

“So you’re not going to make me change?” Richie asked quietly, looking down at himself. He’d actually given the outfit of the day a little bit of thought, and most of that thought was the needed to think the worst possible thing in his closet to be sure that Eddie fucking hated it. He found those sparkly boots hidden way in the back of his closet from his Harry Styles wannabe days, and paired them with a bright Hawaiian print shirt and neon red skinny jeans. He’d been considerate enough to wear a red and white print on his shirt, and he felt that was a branch of niceness he hadn’t been obligated to provide.

Beverly looked him up and down and crinkled her nose. “Yeah. I’ll call Kay and make the point to her, you know she’ll see it from our point of view. Go over and talk to Eddie, and at least look boyfriendly. I don’t care what you say, just look cute while you say it!”

“I can do that!” Richie called over his shoulder, grinning, as he moved over to Eddie. He couldn’t deny that guy was attractive, looking particularly more the part today in the beat up leather jacket and ripped jeans that Beverly had pushed him into than the sweater and khakis he’d been wearing when Richie had met him the other day. His hair seeming curlier than Richie had noticed when they were in Kay’s office, but Richie was sure it that was because of product or a lack of product.

Richie forced a smile, cupping Eddie’s hip with one hand and leaning in to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. He pulled back and smiled blandly at him. “How are we doing here?”

Eddie looked Richie up and down and rolled his eyes, still wearing a smile. “About on par with your outfit; loud, bright and unnecessary.” Richie fought off a cringe and wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist. “Do you want to meet the guys? I don’t think you’ve been introduced.”

Eddie guided Richie towards the three men that were all gathered around the white backdrop the basic photographer was holding them in front of. Richie could see without needing to look around that people were taking discreet photos of the two of them, so Richie kept his arm around Eddie’s waist as he was lead over.

Eddie pressed a little bit against him as he smiled at his bandmates. “Hey, guys, this is Richie! Please excuse his outfit, it seems his mother never taught him how to dress himself.” Richie stiffened against Eddie, and it seemed that Eddie felt it, as the back of Eddie’s neck started to turn a little pink. “He’s our ticket to fame, apparently.”

The serious looking boy with tight curls, and the only one in a simple grey button up without the leather jacket, gave Eddie a dull look. “Our talent is what is going to be our ticket to fame. I won’t be reduced to a spineless boyband with a prostitute front man.”

With that, the curly haired man was turning and walking away. Richie noticed for the first time that the perma-grin had left Eddie’s face, the other man walking his bandmate walk away with pursed lips and almost sad eyes. Richie knew that inner turmoil this early in the game was a bad play, but Richie wasn’t on contract to give them advice.

“I’m sorry about that,” The black man with the guitar over his shoulder said, giving Richie a soft smile. He noted that none of them were giving an obvious introduction, no shaking of hands, and Richie chose to believe that it was because they’d been trained to act as though they knew each other- and not that they were just dicks. “Stan isn’t really on board with this whole publicity stunt thing. He seems to think it takes away from what we’re doing on our own.”

It isn’t, Richie thought a little sadly. Every publicity bullshit you have to go through to make it, you’re still doing it on our own. You’re still earning in. But he’d never say anything so reassuring, as he didn’t plan on making it easier on anybody so Richie just smiled. “I’m pretty sure that none of us wanted this, sweets.”

Richie squeezed Eddie’s hip a little bit tighter and Eddie jerked to look at Richie. “Obviously.” Eddie replied, voice dripping with venom and hand coming out to squeeze Richie’s fingers.

A boy with broad shoulders and chubby cheeks glanced awkwardly between them, and scratched the back of his neck. “Alright, well… I’m going to go check on Stan, but uh- Richie, you should come out for drinks later tonight, we’ll get to know you better-“

“Oh, I’m sure Richie doesn’t want to,” Eddie quickly said, leaning away from Richie slightly. Richie used his grip to pull Eddie back towards him.

“Oh, Richie doesn’t want to,” Richie said sweetly. “But he probably should, and will likely get in trouble with the big boss if he doesn’t. I’ll bring Audra with me, so that you’ll be able to have some friendly conversation while I sit there and look pretty as Eds arm candy.”

“Oh, gross,” Eddie let out a disgusted noise, pushing Richie away and seeming to remember the last moment to make it look the playful. “Do not fucking call me that. I hate nicknames.”

“Ohhhhh, Ed Edd and Eddy, you just made a big mistake telling me that.”

xxx

“Why.” Richie moaned from where he was resting against the front door of his and Audra’s house. He was wearing the outfit that his best friend had picked out for him, as well as his best pout. The outfit was nice, very nice- fitted dark blue jeans and a tight white button up that he knew held against what little muscles his figure managed to hold but Richie didn’t want a nice outfit. He never wanted it to look like he was looking good for Eddie. “He doesn’t deserve it!”

Audra knelt down in front of him, looking the goddess she always did, and smiled. “Don’t think of it as dressing up for Eddie. Think of it as proving to Eddie that you’re a hot piece of ass and he’s fucking lucky to have the privilege of people believing you two are in a relationship.”

Richie smiled up at her, closing his eyes. “You’re the only person in this entire world worth a damn to me. Marry me?”

Audra clicked her tongue, and patted Richie on top on the head. Her head her fingers moving away, then returning. A coat fell over Richie’s body and he looked up at his impatient looking best friend. “You’re the one who signed up for this. Get up, we’re going.”

“I never refused to go,” Richie pointed out, accepting Audra’s outstretched hand and letting himself be hoisted to his feet. “I just don’t wanna get dressed up.”

“You’re actually wearing less layers than usual,” Audra said, pushing Richie out the front door. The pub where they were meeting Eddie and the his bandmates was just down the road from where Richie and Audra lived, and they knew their regular orders. It was about as close to a lowkey place that you could find in mainstream L.A and the only place that Richie ever really felt comfortable going out to. They knew Richie’s tricks and schemes, and actually how Richie could his drinks.

It was a nice place, that managed to seem small and tight knit while actually being a rather large place, and Richie instantly felt warmed when he came inside. Wrapping an arm around Audra’s waist, he held her over to their table. He’d made that sure that Eddie’s band mates knew where to sit, because Richie Tozier was beyond a creature of habit.

He caught Eddie’s eye through the crowds of people, moving to tables and getting drinks, and Eddie gave him half a smile. Richie nodded in acknowledgment and was part way to the table when he was intercut by the serious boy from the photoshoot earlier. His hair was just as proper as it had been when the shoot had been taking place, and Richie figured that Beverly would never have to do much work with this guy. She was going to love that.

“I’ve been told that I owe you an apology,” The man- Stan, if Richie recalled correctly, and he usually did, said. He scuffed his surprising of Converse sneakers into the pub floor.

‘And what’s brought you to that conclusion, sweetheart?” Richie cooed as he let Audra pushed past them towards the table with the others. He made a point to remember not to let his posture be too stand offish, because he was aware that he was supposed to already be friends with that guy.

The guy who looked pretty uncomfortable right now, as though he didn’t apologize very often. “It was brought to my attention that it’s not your fault that Eddie has sold out his artistic integrity, and that I shouldn’t take my aggression towards Eddie out on you.”

Richie pursed his lips. “I’m going to be real with you for a second here, man. You might be being a little hard on Eds. He’s got the right idea. I can promise you, there’s nobody in this industry that isn’t a fucking sell out. If you start out with a sell out, then at least nobody can accuse you of it later. Get started with your hands tied, and you won’t be played for a fool.”

Stan narrowed his eyes, looking over Richie’s face carefully. “You’re not like I expected you to be. I just assumed that you’re be some big name asshole.”

“I am a big name asshole!” Richie cried, a little annoyed at just how whiney and offended he sounded.

Stan gave him a little hint of a smile. “Nah, you’re not. If you were an asshole, you would have just let me talk shit about Eddie since it’s obvious you don’t like him. But you defended him.”

“I didn’t defend him for him.” Richie said, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. “I only said what was true. Be as mad at him as you wish, I think it’s hilarious that you guys are already having conflict and you haven’t dropped a single yet. It’s cute that you think you can have a career that way.”

Stan’s small smile turned into a grin. “That’s a solid effort. Very appreciated.”

Richie scowled as Stan turned and began to walk back towards their table. Grumbling under his breath, Richie followed him. The table was filled with the only seat available being so close to beside Eddie that Richie might as well sit down on his lap. He’d known that he was going to have to sit beside Eddie, of course, but he hadn’t counted on it looking like foreplay. Rolling his eyes, Richie squished in beside Eddie and tried to damnedest to look as though he was happy about it.

“About time,” Eddie said cheekily, letting his hand slid along Richie’s thigh and squeezing at it. Richie turned and smiled at him at softly as he could manage with pure irritation pulsing through his veins. “Thought you were going to spend the entire night standing over there flirting with my guitarist. Wouldn’t be good for our image, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” Richie cooed, patting Eddie cheek lightly. “You don’t have an image to look bad yet. You’re just my new cute little arm candy. Probably going to want to turn off your Twitter notifs.”

Eddie’s face seemed to fall, and his shoulders hunched up slightly around his shoulders. There was something about him then, some sort of hint at vulnerability and innocence that it brought Richie pause. There was a short moment of remorse that thickened in Richie’s gut before Eddie slapped on a smirk and leaned back in the booth seats.

“Okay, yeah.,” Eddie drawled with a laugh. “I mean, it’s easy for you to say, isn’t it? It’s a little harder to get your name known when you have to work for it yourself.”

Richie’s dislike for Eddie Kaspbrak came back so fast it almost gave him whip lash. “You’re not doing it yourself, though, are you?” Richie challenge quickly, stepping all the fuck over the words he’d told Stan just minutes earlier. “I’m doing it for you.”

Eddie was openly glowering at him now, and Richie knew goddamn well how terrible this moment would look if anybody got it captured. Not that Richie cared all that much about whether Eddie and his band’s career took off, but if Richie messed this up for the management he knew that he’d be facing people a lot scarier than Kay McCall. Sighing, he grabbed Eddie’s hand that was still resting on his thigh and pulled Eddie out the booth.

Eddie leaned back up against the stall, crossing one leg in front of the other. “You know, this is fun and all- I like how you’re eyes go all wide and out of focus when you’re trying not to loose your shit but- you don’t drag me into bathrooms for now reason. Want to get to the point, hon?”

“You’ve got a lot too learn.” Richie said slowly, shaking his head slowly and eyes flashing. He watched the way Eddie’s eyes trailed his body and his blood rushed up to the back of his neck.

Eddie took a few steps forward, hand coming to rest in the middle of Richie’s chest. His fingers flecked and got caught up in the fabric of his shirt. He looked up at Richie through his lashes and smiled. “Are you going to teach me, then?”

Richie let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands up and rubbing at his eyes. This fucking kid… “Dude, you are greener than a blond girl with big boobs at her first CW audition that thinks flirting with the director is a good idea. Get off me.” Eddie stepped backwards immediately, holding his hands up and looking slightly intimidated. “You’ve got big balls, kid, I’ll give you that.”

Eddie looked momentarily confused, a little child-like, and bit down on his bottom lip. “I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Richie clucked his tongue and shook his head. “I can’t decide if you’re stupid or just asshole.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m not both.”

Richie clenched his jaw, ready to snap, but before he could get angry he found laughter bubbling up in his chest. Cupping his hands back up over his face, Richie allowed himself a few moments to laugh. When he lowered his hands away once again, Eddie was looking at him with a surprisingly soft yet confused smile. “You know…” Richie said, clearing his throat. “I’m pretty sure you’re a little bitch, but at least you’re an entertaining one.”

Eddie’s smile turned into a grin. “So does that mean you do want to make out?”

Smirking himself, Richie slammed both hands on either side of Eddie’s head and leaned in. Eddie’s head thumped back against the metal stall, and Richie watched as his pupil’s blew out while staring up at Richie with wide eyes. Richie knocked their noses together and chuckled.

“No.”

Richie let himself out of the stall, fighting back the giggles, while Eddie stared at the air where Richie’s body had just been in a wonderful mix of betrayal and admiration.

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