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moonstruckme · 5 months

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hi lovely!! i love your writing sm, was wondering if i could request poly! marauders x shy! reader!! like they try to fluster her whenever they can, maybe leading to smut? totally okay if not, just thought i’d ask, hope you’re well <3

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x shy!reader ♡ 625 words

“He-llo, gorgeous,” Sirius says as you walk into the boys’ dorm, and you know instantly that it’s going to be a trying afternoon. “Who gave you permission to look that good on a Tuesday, huh?”

You feel blood rush to your face, but you put all the severity you can into one word as you sit on Remus’ bed, far as you can get from your smirking boyfriend. “Quit.”

You should have known it would only encourage him. Sirius arches one eyebrow, smile spreading like a blight across his pretty face. “Oh I see. Feeling bold today, are we? Wanna repeat that, pretty girl?”

You don’t, actually. Your daily quota of boldness has hit its limit.

Sirius is downright gleeful at your silence. “Aw, come on. I love it when you boss me around, sweetheart. Moony, isn’t she cute when she tells us what to do?”

“I wouldn’t know.” Remus’ voice is quiet behind you, lilting in that way it gets when he’s particularly amused. “She never does it with me.”

James laughs from where he’s digging through his wardrobe, fishing out a pair of sweats to change into from his robes. “Only you, Pads. You’re the only one who pushes her that far.”

“Mm, but she gives up too easily.” You can hear the pout in Sirius’ voice, can feel his stare boring into the top of your head, but you don’t look up from where you’ve begun picking your nails.

“Hey.” Remus’ hand wraps around yours, shielding your fingertips from one another. You tense. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” you say, but the word is barely audible, barely more than breath.

“What was that?” You can feel him shifting around you on the bed. When you still won’t look up, he slides to the floor, crouching in front of you to capture your eyes. “Look at me, darling.”

You do, for the half of a second it takes for him to smirk, and then you realize his game, the sneaky bastard. You can feel your heartbeat in your face. You know you have to be red as a stop sign, but neither Remus or Sirius will heed you.

You look to James, your softhearted angel, for help. Remus chuckles, hand flattening against the side of your knee to rub soothingly, but you know better than to fall for that now. After a few moments of silence, James glances over. His eyes soften into warm brown mush when he sees the plea on your face.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos, forgoing his search for a shirt and opening his arms as he comes your way. “Are they being cruel?”

You’re not ready to commit to slander, but you accept his hug readily. He steals you from Remus’ grasp, taking you into his hold and scrubbing a hand up and down your spine while he laughs.

“You should be ashamed of yourselves,” he teases the other boys, palm steadfast on your back. “Ganging up on our poor girl like that.”

“Hey, I just wanted her to know that she looks nice,” Sirius says, and without removing your face from James’ neck you can picture his don’t-shoot gesture. “Anyway, it seems like she got what she wanted in the end.”

James’ laughter starts up again, a low rumble in his chest that has you tensing warily. “Ah, I think I understand,” he says, voice turning smooth as velvet. “You just wanted to feel me up while I’m shirtless, is that right, sweetheart?”

You make a quiet, miserable sound, slumping against him despondently as his shoulders shake underneath you.

“You little pervert,” James goes on, teasing tone at odds with the steady patting of his hand on your back. “Lucky for you I’m willing to be objectified, you freak.”

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babyjakes · 8 months

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mess of a lesson.

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.

pairing | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (two daddies!!!!). uhh, jakey and ari are definitely MAKING her piss/cum so,, dark/non/dubcon perhaps. holding down/restraining. fingering. clit play. anal play/fingering. forced orgasm. squirting+++. watersports: forced wetting (DUH!!!!). so much mocking/degradation holy shit. petnames. praise.

word count | 1,090

dedication | this fic is dedicated to my angel my bby my sweetie pie ms. @brandycranby, ily my fellow piss enthusiast <33

an | absolutely no one asked for this but. here are my favorite soft daddies acting out my deepest darkest fantasy with sweet little reader, i have been dying to write this smutty trio for soooo long (this is a similar matchup/dynamic to daddy!ari, caregiver!jakey, and wren in egem) and at this point fuck it, here you all go. hope this'll help you understand why i'm down so fucking bad for these guys.

"No Daddy— please!" You can't tell who your words are directed at as you writhe weakly against Ari's strong set of arms as they hold you firmly with your back against his chest. As much as you struggle, there's no getting out for you as he restrains you on his lap.

"Easy, baby. Don't make this harder than it needs to be," the brown-haired man hums, managing to hold you securely against him with just a single arm wrapped around your waist. "Quit fighting us, honey. C'mon, be a good girl."

"Oh sweetie," your other daddy murmurs as he sits in front of you. Jake's expression is much softer than his partner's, his gaze full of concern and sympathy as he reaches out and strokes your cheek. "Don't cry, pretty girl. We're gonna take such good care of you, right Ari?" he checks in with the larger man who's guiding your legs apart, holding them open with his own.

"Nooo!" you whine as your flimsy little tennis skirt is flipped up and out of the way. Jake takes a gentle hand and runs his fingers up and down your clothed pussy, nodding expectingly as a dark wet patch soon appears.

"Our poor little baby, she knows what's coming," Ari murmurs against your ear as he reaches his free hand down to join Jake's. "Seems like she's getting excited, Jake. What do you think?"

"Think you must be right," Jake agrees as he reaches down, effortlessly ripping the thin strip of fabric covering your burning heat in half. "There," he coos, using both hands to spread you out nice and wide. "Go ahead," he nods to Ari, "let's help our little girl go potty, hmm? Since she can't seem to know when she needs to, herself."

Ari lets out a low, grumbly hum in agreement as his expert fingers find your pool of juices, dragging up some of your slick to hone in on your little bundle of nerves. "There," he smiles as you jerk against both of the men's ministrations. "Keep holding her open for me, Jake. Just like that, shouldn't be long..."

The tips of his fingers burn against your throbbing button as big tears roll down your cheeks. "Don't cry, sweetheart. You asked for this, remember? How many times did we ask if you had to go before we left?" the sterner man demands. Jake watches with his brow raised, thankful that Ari is willing to be firm with you when needed.

"A-... a-... a-a lot, Daddy," you stammer apologetically.

"Mhmm," Ari nods as Jake repositions his hands, giving the man behind you the best possible access to your aching clit, and the best possible view of your soaking cunt to himself. "And only ten minutes into the drive, we had to turn right back around, because someone started crying about having to go potty. Is that right, angel?" he continues his cruel lecturing. You nod, groaning and whimpering as a familiar tightness begins building somewhere deep in your core. "So this is what you get, princess. You know the rules. Naughty little girls who don't go potty when they're supposed to need to be punished."

"That's right," Jake coos regretfully as he shifts to hold the hood of your clit back with one hand, using the other to gently begin prodding at your tiny rosebud as your wetness drips down between your spread cheeks. "This is just to help you learn, sweet thing. Now, are you gonna be a good girl for us, hm? Be a good girl for your daddies, give them what they want?"

"I don't think she has much of a choice," Ari chuckles as he feels your breaths deepening against him. "Look at her, poor little thing. Her tummy's so full, I bet if we just..." You let out a startled squeak as he moves his arm down to press his muscular forearm right against your aching bladder.

"Nooo Daddy! Please, s-stop!" you howl, but Ari only kisses the side of your head as he rubs your clit in faster, tighter circles, watching over your shoulder as Jake presses a single finger into your tight little bottom.

"C'mon cutie, don't fight us," Jake smiles reassuringly as he gently works his digit against your sensitive inner walls, the burning sensation the movement creates nearly unbearable. "Be good and cum for your daddies. What do you think, Ari? Looks like she's almost there."

"Just a little more, right there," Ari sings as he rolls your hardened clit between his fingers, his sadistic grin growing as he sees you nearing the end of your rope. "There it is. Now cum for us, little girl," his voice darkens. At his words, you snap, your back arching off of Ari's chest as you're forced to release against the cruel hands of your torturers. "There you go, baby. Keep cumming. Fuck, this bitch is really making a mess," he laughs.

"There, that's it," Jake croons after him, both of the men completely mesmerized by the sight of you pissing yourself and orgasming at the same time. "Poor baby girl, was holding in sooo much in that sweet little tummy of hers. It just keeps coming and coming, huh?"

"Sure does," Ari agrees as your contractions finally begin to die down, leaving you a whimpering, breathless mess as you lie limply against your daddy out of pure exhaustion. Once the last of the spasming ceases, Ari brings his hand up to brush your hair back from your face, loosening his arm around you to take pressure off your emptied bladder. "Good girl," he soothes, kissing you again against your temple.

You wince as Jake removes his finger from you, using his other hand to reach up and rub your poor little tummy under your shirt. "Easy, cutie. You're okay; you did it, sweetie! You were so good, such a good girl for your daddies."

"Such a brave girl," Ari agrees, sharing a smile and loving glance with Jake. "She's getting better at it each time. Less fighting and tears, she knows what's best. Don't you, baby?" You nod obediently, earning a pleased hum of approval from both of the men.

"Now let's go get you cleaned off, huh sweetheart?" Jake suggests as Ari slowly helps you to your feet. Your legs tremble beneath you as you look down at the puddle on the floor. "Don't worry about that, baby. We'll get it cleaned up. I think your clothes might need a run in the wash, though. What do you say?"

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kaizestar · 4 months

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thinking about simon riley being a giant of a man

18+, mdni. f!reader. body worship, edging, usage of pet names (angel). mention of oral sex (f!recieving), implicit oral sex (m!receiving). mild possessiveness. relationship w reader is undefined but implied to be fwb/situationship.

pt 2 is here (toxic!fwb simon x f!reader; f!reader x johnny)

why in god’s name is he so big? not even sexually, though. he’s just a hulking mass of muscle (and fat. this man does NOT stop eating, im telling you). his arms and hands are just built different.

he’s got that sun-kissed skin, bronze and tanned from years working under the beating sun, and hard muscle of his arm makes the blue of his veins that much more prominent. whenever you’re lucky enough to catch him with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you can’t help but stare. his hands are rough and calloused from years of hard work, and his fingers are thick. so fucking thick. like what the fuck. stop it.

he’d definitely turn foreplay into the whole thing, having you cum around his fingers and maybe occasionally his knuckles, grazing them against your clit and smiling subtly as your walls flutter.

he’s got a nice jaw, too. it’s probably been broken a few times—alongside his nose—but that only accentuates the hard lines of his face after it heals. when he’s pissed, he fucking clenches it so tightly you think he’s about to commit homicide, and his pretty brown eyes darken and glower at the perpetrator.

he’s into body worship, too, but he’s not gonna ask you. he can’t. so instead, he nuzzles you into his chest and nips at your neck every time he’s seeking some attention, hoping that’s enough to tell you what he wants.

if that doesn’t work, though—or if your attention is elsewhere—he’ll snatch it back as quickly as humanely possible, because don’t you know that you’re his? he’s always been so good for you. you ought to pay him back somehow.

he’d probably fuck you stupid after that.

sometimes you like to tease him, and simon fucking hates that. he knows you’re not oblivious to the way his breath quickens whenever your fingers graze his chest, or when his muscles ripple under your every touch. so why the fuck won’t you just touch him already? really touch him.

his poor cock is aching for some attention, so if you aren’t going to give it to him, he’ll just have to take it himself.

he’d flip you over within an instant, pinning you down under him, sprawled out over the sheets as he rutted into you in short, shallow thrusts. his eyes would be more focused on your face, his thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around your wrist as he guided your hands down his chest, his voice a low rumble of pleasure as he teased you.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he taunted as he edged you, tearing pitiful whimpers from your throat. he chuckled in faint amusement before groaning under his breath, brown eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he managed to hit that sweet spot inside of you. “so fuckin’ pretty. jus’ for me, yeah?”

it’s when you start to kiss his scars does he absolutely loses it. even though you were lying exhausted beneath him, you were still putting in the effort to give him an apology for not giving him enough attention earlier? aw, how sweet of you.

he’d pull out last second and his cum would pool onto your tummy, thick white ropes spurting from the weeping tip of his cock. he was still hard, but if you wanted to stop, he would, and he’d help carry you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up and might eat you out on the sink while he’s at it

otherwise, he’s happy to continue for the night. you still haven’t given his cock the proper attention it needs, after all, and that fucked out, blissful look in your eyes as you work your way up and down his cock is always enough to get him hard again.

“fuck, you’re such a smart girl, aren’t you? always knowin’ exactly what i like. keep doin’ it jus’ like that, angel.” he watches as you swallowed his cum, face painted a beautiful white that he wouldn’t mind seeing on you again, and fucking groans.

“shit, i’m gonna wanna keep you.”

honestly just the best boy. i didn’t rlly know how to give trigger warnings in the top, but i think they cover most of what’s happening here :) lmk ur thoughts on this piece !!

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ectomoog · 4 months

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How to Get Your Friends into Doctor Who (2005) - A Guide

Ok I really like Doctor Who, and of course I like introducing people to it, but oh my god do you forget how randomly terrible and/or cringy and/or uncomfortably Moffat-esque some of the episodes are, *especially* when you're watching it with someone who has no idea what to expect.

SO I made a list of ten episodes that I think would be the best loose sequence of episodes for a causal introduction to the show...

But first, some requirements:

It has to be a one-off (NO TWO-PARTERS), low commitment, etc

It can't require watching previous OR following episodes to be enjoyable

It needs to actually be good

It needs to represent Doctor Who well

In a social setting where you're showing a group of people an episode, most of these would be fine. Watching consistently with one person however, loosely follow this order, and if your person decides at any point that they want to commit to actually watching the show, skip straight back to The End of The World and watch Series 1. Ok list time...

1. Rose (S1, E01)

I think Rose is the perfect episode of Doctor Who to start on. It's campy, it's fun and weird and it sets up almost everything you need to know for the Revival Era. You get the companion, the Doctor, regular Doctor Who tropes and themes, etc. Plus, if they can't get past the Mickey bin scene, this show probably isn't for them anyway.

2. Dalek (S1, E06)

Skipping a few episodes into Series 1, Dalek is a great way to get a feel for the format of the show, and also a great and intentional introduction to the Daleks. The Doctor and the companion turn up in a mysterious place and have to battle an alien force and really unlikeable one-off side characters, the works basically. It's a fun monster-movie of an episode.

3. Vincent and The Doctor (S5,E10)

Jumping a whole five series forward, Vincent and The Doctor is a notoriously heart-wrenching historical that I think is a classic (if a little indulgent) example of Doctor-meets-famous-historical-figure. It's nice to jump to a different Doctor and a different era of the show, to get a feel for its' diversity. Although there's a few moments relevant to the greater series plot, it's contained, very pretty, very sweet, and easy to understand.

4. Midnight (S4, E10)

Midnight just feels like an essential episode to be honest. A fantastic one-off sci-fi horror/thriller, with one of David Tennant's best performances, a great introduction to the 10th Doctor. It's a shame you don't get more Donna, but I think this one would be my go-to if someone asked for the best episode to watch stand-alone, just based on how genuinely great it is.

5. Heaven Sent (S9, E11)

Jumping to Series 9 with another critically-acclaimed episode, but also one that I think is an amazing introduction to the 12th Doctor. Heaven Sent is a little unconventional, and I'm not 100% sure it should be here, but it does give Capaldi a whole episode to just act his ass off, and he completely delivers. It's artsy, mysterious and dramatic, very much the high concept sci-fi style of Moffat's later scripts, so I think an appropriate watch.

6. The Voyage of The Damned (2007 Special)

If you're not in a festive mood, try The Lodger or Demons of the Punjab instead

The Christmas episodes are too iconic not to show, and as far as Christmassy vibes, celebrity cameos and whimsical concepts go, this one is a fun one. This is David Tennant in his prime, with Kylie Minogue, a massive budget and a romp of a script.

6. Blink (S3, E10)

I mean, duh, but genuinely I think Blink is just *too good* not to include. A tense, creepy, tightly-written piece of horror TV with twists and turns and drama, it's considered the best episode of Doctor Who for a reason, and along with Midnight is an amazing stand-alone episode. It's not super conventional, but all the timey-wimey stuff is very Doctor Who.

6. The Mummy on The Orient Express (S8, E08)

If you're a Tennant stan you could swap this out for The Planet of the Dead

This one is just a fun one really. The Mummy on The Orient Express is stylish and fun, with a cool concept and a little peek into a more complex Doctor-companion relationship. With a short explanation you can get the context pretty easily, and it's a good example of your typical episode anyway.

HOWEVER if you have time, there's a bunch of two-parters you should watch instead, like The Family of Blood, The Empty Child, Silence in the Library, even Extremis.

9. The Haunting of Villa Diodati (S12, E10)

Finally some 13th Doctor rep! This one has some of the strongest writing in the Chibnall era, and is a fun horror mystery that serves as a fun introduction to Jodie Whittaker as the 13th Doctor. It has a little bit of series-wide arc, but that's okay.

10. The Church on Ruby Road (2023 Special 4)

If your person liked all those episodes but still doesn't want to watch 13 seasons of TV, just abandon ship and watch the 2023 Christmas special in preparation for Series 14 (or Season 1) in Spring 2024. The Church on Ruby Road is the beginning of the latest soft reboot of the show and has been explicitly created as a jumping on point for new fans. Ncuti Gatwa and Millie Gibson absolutely shine in this special, it's fun and silly and in my opinion bodes very well for the next season of Doctor Who...

"in 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important" - Bannakaffalatta

I hope that was a success! After all those episodes hopefully you either had a good time with whoever you were watching it with, or you've already moved onto Series 1! I'll be trying this out the best I can with my girlfriend this year, so look out, because I may be back with adjustments later...

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mamayan · 7 months

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Hear me out…

We all know crusty dusty Tomura.

But how about the flavor of non-traumatized but still sociopathic and sadistic Tenko?

Tenko who has silky black hair to match his sweet cherry eyes. He’s a handsome pretty picture especially when he smiles.

Tenko who seems sociable and almost nice at first, but is quick to prey on weakness and feed off fear.

Tenko who likes chess/shogi more than video games.

Tenko who knows how to wear a mask and manipulate the room. Easily gaining support and fans, hardly any effort used to impress others because his favorite game of all is playing with you.

Tenko who drops the facade when it’s just you two alone together.

Tenko who torments and ruins your life for nothing else but his own sick amusement, turning everyone he can against you because he can.

Tenko who loves to see you cry, who uses soft flowery words with everyone else but you. “What’s wrong? Everyone finally figure out what a worthless piece of shit you are?” Feeding off your rage and anger, any and all emotions you express, because he adores you.

Tenko who convinces his wealthy family to get to know your own, to tangle your lives together into a web you can’t escape. His mother already loves you, and you’re too trained by society to fight back against him.

Tenko who reveals what his quirk can really do. “You should really tell that boy from class 3 to fuck off. Unless you want him to die. Is that what you’re into? Fuck, you’re really a freak… alright then~♡” he’ll dust a notebook or a favorite stuffed animal as he hangs out in your room while your families talk downstairs. Rolling his eyes as tears drip down your face and you beg for him to stop.

Tenko who cups your cheeks and grins down at you, hands gloved in quirk canceling silk, whispering all the crimes he’s committed to your horror and fear.

Tenko who loves making you do things rather than forcing you physically. He starts small, making you run errands for him, chores, homework. Then he escalates it, making you help him cheat even though he doesn’t need you to, blackmailing you with that into deeper and more sinful things as you both grow up and move on to college.

Tenko who makes you sneak into the boys dorm hall and into his room so he can make you strip and capture cute pictures of you on his phone, only to use that as a threat for later. “Wouldn’t want this showing up in the dean’s office, would you?” He’ll smile, his face so sweet as he degrades you further into nothing but his personal slave.

Tenko who makes you strip naked and crawl when you enter his room.

Tenko who buys a diamond encrusted color with his name engraved on it, tailored perfectly for your neck. He forces you to wear it even in public after a certain point. You’re too desensitized to even think this as cruel, merely a whimsical amusement for him.

Tenko who starts adding to his body count, and not his bedroom one, when he catches any lustful gaze shot your way.

Tenko who takes pleasure in recording the murders and forcing you to watch, tied up on his bed while he holds a vibrator to your clit and makes you cum. “You’re not any better than me are you? Don’t lie slut, look how much you came watching me dust that low life.”

Tenko who likes having you ride him, even for your first time. To see you struggle past the biting pain of taking his thick cock inside your virgin cunt the first time, hanging the threat of another death over your head to encourage your hips to move and bounce. He enjoys seeing all of you, but especially you trying to please him.

Tenko who goes wild with rage and mania when you even attempt to leave his side. “I’ll fucking end you before I let you go. Do you understand?” He’d rather kill you than let another have you.

Tenko who fucks you like a wild animal and damn near almost kills you with his quirk in his unhinged state.

Tenko who apologizes by overstimulating you to a mess and leaving you like that when he’s finished.

Tenko who gets hard causing you any and all types of misery. His favorite is psychological, because he likes making you please him, and that requires a bit of strength left on your end. He’s not above getting physical when you piss him off though.

Tenko who grows softer when you fully break, completely shattering for him and leaving him to piece you back together however it suits him. Petting you, kissing you, holding you gently, because you’re completely his now aren’t you? He can break or care for you however he pleases.

Tenko who marries you and consumes you like some sort of demon, binding your soul to him in a combined system of co-dependency and the inability to survive on your own, financially and emotionally reliant on him for everything.

Tenko who loves you ♡

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britcision · 10 months

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Okay so I’m well aware that this is probably my own fault, but a lot of people seem to have gotten the idea that Bruce is in any way important to this story

This is not a story about Batman

This is a story about the many and varied disaster gays he has trained to commit bigger and more epic disasters than any other gay in history

So let’s fix it and get back to the second most important thing in the story! Timker (and bonus Connor)

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Field Trips Without Permission Slips part 1

Tucker was still firmly in his happy bubble, floating along after Tim Drake-Wayne even as they left the Bat Cave.

Connor, Kon, Superboy, he’d be there soon. Tucker wanted to make a good impression; this was Tim’s boyfriend, Tucker really wanted the guy to like him.

That way they could all be friends, and he wouldn’t worry if Tucker and Tim hung out, and talked tech, and maybe got to have a hackathon…

Because of course, even notorious ladies’ man Too Fine Foley would never make a move on a taken man. That’d just be low.

He was just trying to work out what to say when Tim got a buzz on his phone. The excitement dropped off the younger man’s face in an instant, his expression immediately shifting to worry and determination.

“Something’s come up,” he said tersely, and Tucker frowned, wondering if he was about to hear about a second rogue attack in almost as many days.

Gotham… Gotham was kinda exhausting. No offence, obviously, even he could feel the Curse lingering on the back of his tongue.

But trying to keep this city safe was like bailing a sinking boat with a sieve. No wonder they needed the best of the best.

“How can I help?” Was all he offered, trying to make himself look ready and eager.

Tim’s eyes widened as he looked up, like he was only just remembering that Tucker was actually even there at all. That yeah, he definitely could help.

Actually, it turned out he was their subject matter expert when Tim explained the problem.

“Superman just told B he can’t hear Jason’s heart anymore. I don’t suppose there’s a reason you’d know of?” He asked hopefully, and Tucker’s jaw clicked shut.

Because… yeah, he could guess exactly why Jason was now out of range of super hearing. But the bats weren’t cleared to know about Jason’s halfa nature yet, and Tucker was pretty sure Jason couldn’t transform.

It’d be a wild time for him to give it a first try if Superman was listening in. He’d have to warn Danny and Jason, though that might have to wait if they’d… gone… to the Ghost Zone.

And yeah, okay, Tucker maybe shoulda thought of that first, but in his defence Danny died on a regular basis and occasionally just to show off.

Shoulders sagging as he relaxed, Tucker blew out a long breath and grinned at Tim, relief making him lax. And yeah, sure, he didn’t know why they’d gone, but he could bullshit something if they asked.

“Oh, yeah actually… they’re probably in the Ghost Zone,” he explained with a slight shrug, because really? It wasn’t a big deal.

Some of the tension leached out of Tim’s shoulders with the presence of an immediate answer.

“The Ghost Zone? That’s the Infinite Realms, right?” Tim asked and Tucker nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.

It was always nice to be the guy with all the answers, but having all the answers for someone like Tim Drake-Wayne? Yeah, that felt extra good.

“Yeah, same place. It’s mostly only the Ancients that call it the Infinite Realms, and Danny and Jason probably won’t bother them.”

Not unless Clockwork chose to make another visit, but that would be an Ancient going to bother Danny and Jason.

Tim nodded thoughtfully, making some quick notes on his phone.

“Any idea why, or how long they’ll be? Bruce has probably convinced himself Jason’s dead again by now,” he added dryly, sounding neither impressed nor concerned.

Well, maybe a little concerned. Tucker had kinda gotten the stage door tickets to Batman’s opinion of Danny.

Tucker shrugged again, thinking back quickly over what Jason had told him he’d told his family. He was gonna make himself a cheatsheet if (hope of hopes) hanging out with Tim became a regular thing.

Frostbite? Yeah, they probably mentioned Frostbite. No need to mention he was an Ancient, the yeti certainly never brought it up.

“They’re probably going to see Danny’s doctor. Check Jason’s ecto contamination, see how Danny’s doing away from his haunt; that’s Amity Park,” he added as Tim’s brows furrowed momentarily. “Technically halfas don’t need need one, but Danny claimed it so we dunno what leaving will do to him.”

Which made it sound way more dramatic than it actually was; even full ghosts could leave their haunt if they wanted to. Not all of them even kept haunts in the Zone.

They’d asked last year, before Danny finally took the plunge (and yeah maybe coming out of puberty was why he’d waited a couple extra years - not that he’d gotten the promised Fenton Growth Spurt).

Frostbite had just asked if they even knew where Ember’s haunt was.

News to Tucker and the gang that she’d even had one, with how much she wanted to go on tour.

Danny’s haunt would always be his place of power, but with the power Danny wielded? He never needed it anymore. Tucker was pretty sure that when he actually became king the whole Ghost Zone was gonna be Danny’s haunt.

Not cuz anyone had explicitly said so. Just interpreting a lot of the flowery bullshit around Pariah. And no one had told him no yet either.

Tim just nodded, typing a moment more before sending off a quick reply to Bruce.

He did feel a little bad tattling on Danny and Jason like that. If they’d wanted anyone to know where they were going, they coulda just said.

But they also probably hadn’t known Superman would be listening, or notice Jason’s heart disappearing. Really Tucker was doing everyone a favour; making sure no one came back to Batman in a panic attack.

He just hoped Jason would see it the same way.

And then the single hottest person Tucker had ever seen in his entire life popped his head around the door, perfectly windswept black curls pushed back with one hand.

A smile of perfectly white, perfectly even teeth flashed as gorgeous blue eyes like the heart of the ocean landed on him and Tim.

On Tim.

Tim was smiling back even before the other entered the room.

Tim’s boyfriend.

Tucker raised Ida to cover his face without even thinking, cheeks burning and really really really hoping neither white boy knew enough about dark skin to tell.

Tim’s brother Duke was Black too.

Tucker was going to fucking die.

He could not go weak kneed at just the sight of Tim’s boyfriend!

He was only vaguely aware when the walking Adonis spoke, striding quickly into the room.

“Hey, any reason I should be worried that Jason and Danny just disappeared from Gotham’s airspace?”

Ancients even his voice was perfect, rich and smooth like dark chocolate, with just a little bass that made Tucker’s heart flutter. If that voice said his name Tucker was going to fucking die.

Tucker strangled most of the whimper in his throat because he was a fucking adult goddamn it. Jumped and almost smacked himself in the face when Tim called his name from right next to him.

Loudly.

Like he’d said it a couple times already.

And the World’s Hottest Man was looking at him too, the absolute cutest worried little frown marring his perfect brows, and oh ancients just the littlest pout on soft, full lips…

Yeah, no, someone get the headstone, Tucker would just bury himself out back.

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Note: I’m genuinely still turning over which name our dear Superboy Prime is going by as his regular name, since it’s… about 1000% going to depend on his relationship with Clark

I cannot fucking imagine anyone but Clark gave Kon El his Kryptonian name. Just. No fucking way. (Kara could but then we’re back to Too Many Characters and tbh she has more tact than that)

So their relationship has to be good enough that Clark offered this very personal piece of himself, and Connor’s accepted it

But Connor is the name his first friends gave him

And his civilian name, so it’s not like he can whole hog the switch

Atm the Bats call him Kon in uniform as the world’s shittiest cover but we’re getting his POV next chapter and I need to know what he calls himself, so… poll!

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If you are not at the end it will autocomplete what’s left and thus *gestures vaguely* happy WIP Wednesday

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starcurtain · 1 year

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Haikaveh Fanfics I Really Want to Read (Part 1)

Part 2. ->

1. A run-in with a cursed artifact on a research trip leaves Alhaitham intangible and invisible. He can't be seen, heard, or even open his precious books (which is the real tragedy here). Things go from bad to worse when it's discovered that the only person who can break the curse is someone who "knows Alhaitham by heart."

Problem is, nobody does. The only one who might even come close is Kaveh, and will he really be willing to go out of his way to research Alhaitham's deepest secrets just to bring his scathing roommate back?

Turns out the answer is yes, and Alhaitham is left invisibly watching over Kaveh's increasingly desperate attempts to learn more about the most private person in all of Sumeru.

Yeah... Alhaitham's probably doomed.

(Or: The Akademiya's erstwhile scribe has nothing better to do than stalk follow his roommate around unseen, gets a front row seat to Kaveh's tough life, undergoes the mortifying ordeal of being known, and realizes just how much his own cold nature has left him isolated from the world.)

Rest under the read more:

2. Another research trip gone wrong: While Kaveh's out of town on a job and without a shield this time, Alhaitham takes a nasty knock to the head during a fight. Although he wakes up all right, he doesn't have the faintest idea who or where he is. Quick-thinking nature intact, Alhaitham decides to fake his way through on context clues for a while. It's an interesting experiment, after all, to learn about his own life from an outsider's perspective.

Too bad a very silly series of coincidences occur (i.e. Kaveh took most of his work things with him for his trip, so his room is pretty bare; they wash their laundry together to save water; and everyone keeps asking Alhaitham why some mysterious "Kaveh" guy isn't with him), all of which lead Alhaitham to the absolutely incorrect assumption that this missing "Kaveh" person is his significant other. Imagine Kaveh's shock when he returns home to a very out-of-character greeting...

(But I mean, really, does Alhaitham need his memories back? This is kind of nice, you know...)

3. Requirements for a Desirable Life (According to Alhaitham):

1. Match your actions to your talents (read as: go with the flow) 2. Low stress, high paying job (read as: the balancing act between making oneself seem indispensable while underachieving as much as possible is a talent) 3. Nice home with a short commute (read as: at-home lunch hours every day) 4. Books (read as: soon as possible) 5. Kaveh (read as: the light of my life who I moved into my house through admittedly somewhat underhanded tactics just to keep him close to me, but what was I supposed to do--tell him I have actual feelings? Impossible, in the most literal of senses)

Or: Alhaitham pursues his plan for an ideal lifestyle in an utterly single-minded and undeterrable fashion... except when comes to his roommate, who--for someone so good at drawing up his own designs--also seems terribly good at ruining Alhaitham's.

Just fall in love with me already.

(Basically, I just want to see Alhaitham be the pining one for once. He is one checkmark away from his dream life, but he'd rather sell his soul to Lord Sangemah Bay than confess without knowing how Kaveh feels first.)

4. Alhaitham is preeminently capable. He's beyond a genius. His research could rewrite the laws of reality if he tried hard enough. But he's also... terrible with people. Actually, terrible is an understatement. If Alhaitham is murdered one day, it'll be because he finally committed one too many social faux pas and honestly the masses will probably say he had it coming. Thank the lesser lord that the Akademiya's scribe has someone as gregarious as Kaveh around to help him learn, right?

Or: Five times Kaveh tried to teach Alhaitham social skills, and the one time Alhaitham put all those lessons into practice... on Kaveh.

5. The very silly comedy one: If someone were to ask Kaveh what the very worst thing about living with Alhaitham is, he'd say--well, first he'd say "Who told you?!", but after that, he'd say something that might come as a surprise. The worst thing about living with Alhaitham isn't their constant snarking and diametrically-opposed mindsets. It isn't the tacky, asymmetrical furniture Alhaitham keeps bringing home because it was "practical and inexpensive." (Kaveh's skin is crawling.) It isn't even the fact that his so-called "landlord" reminds Kaveh all too often about his unpaid rent while never lifting a finger himself to do the dishes.

Nope. The worst thing about living with Alhaitham is the experiments.

"How many books can I leave on top of Kaveh's sketches before he yells at me?"

"How angry will Kaveh get if I drink the expensive wine he brought home last night?"

"How many days will it take Kaveh to notice I keep rearranging all the stuff on his shelves while he's out?"

"How many times can I suggest he add Aranara statues to his designs before he tries to strangle me?"

It's bullying, is what it is! There's no limits to Alhaitham's behavior when his curiosity is piqued--the only thing that matters to him is the answer to whatever outrageous new question he's thought up in that thick head of his. And of course, the louder Kaveh shouts, the more "experiments" Alhaitham seems to dream up...

Honestly, someone ought to give him a taste of his own medicine!

(Or: Alhaitham and Kaveh end up in an exponentially escalating social experiment competition, pushing as hard as they can to find the other's boundaries. One of them has to break and give up soon, right?! Too bad Alhaitham's the god of stubbornness, and Kaveh's eternal peace of mind is on the line--if he can just win this, Alhaitham will finally give it up and quit bothering him! He can't chicken out first!

Because they're both very Normal™, it turns out there's not a single boundary to be found.

Well, at least answering the question "How many times can I walk in on him in the shower before he kicks me out of the house?" might save them some money on the water bill?

By the way, Kaveh wins. It turns out the answer to "How many dog ears can I fold into the pages of Alhaitham's books before he tries to kill me?" is 0.)

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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Thinking about being

Bully!Eddie’s passenger princess

18+

(Bully!Eddie drives a black Camaro in my mind)

Eddie found you where he usually finds you after school. In the library. Books and papers spread all around you, pencil being chewed nervously in your mouth.

You feel a finger drape around your neck softly, pulling the curtain of your hair over your shoulder and exposing your ear for his lips to whisper into. “Don’t study too hard y/n.” You shiver at his warm breath against your ear. He knows that’s your weakness. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek with an exaggerated “muah!” for everyone to hear.

“Well thanks to you, I have to do extra credit in biology because my grades are slipping.” You say bitterly. “Thanks to me?” He asks, clearly flattered. “Because you just can’t focus when you’re near me huh?” He asks, sitting on the table in front of you, his lap directly in your face.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You smile back at him sarcastically. You hate that it’s true. You sigh deeply and close the textbook you’ve been reading, eyes too tired to keep studying the tiny print.

“Well if you’re done studying I wanna take you somewhere.” Eddie says abruptly. “Uh while that’s a tempting, extremely vague offer, I’ll have to pass.” “Oh come on my pretty little thing.” He pleads as he starts to put all your things in your backpack. “Come with me to run an errand and then I’ll drive you home. Promise.”

You’ve been driving for almost an hour when you pull into a high end community full of big houses. The whole ride was filled with playful flirting, Eddie even asking you some actual questions to get to know you more. He wouldn’t let you pick any music, saying your taste in music is “absolute shit.” but his metal rock was actually pretty good. He told you about his band, his uncle, his friends. He held your hand the whole way, bringing it to his lips to kiss your fingers occasionally, then letting it rest in your lap. His bulky rings are fun to spin around his thick fingers, you feeling the shapes and ridges in them, commiting them to memory. It was nice. Oh no, it was nice.

“If I’m here to help you commit a crime, I’m out, Eddie.” He laughs at you, fingers squeezing your cheeks together as he looks in your eyes, car slowing down at the end of the street. “What crime would I possibly be committing, sweet angel?” You shrug, lips smooshed together by his strong fingers. “Breaking and entering? Grand theft auto?” He lets go of your face to turn the wheel into a long driveway, stopping in front of one of the biggest houses on the block. “I have hot wired a few cars before but that’s not what we’re doing, don’t worry.” He winks at you.

Eddie puts the car in park and presses his back into his seat as he lifts his hips and spreads his thighs. He’s getting comfortable. “Now what?” You ask. “Patience, sweet thing. Rick will come out soon.”

You see a tall man in a button up shirt and khakis emerge from the front door. Down the winding driveway, holding a small black duffel bag. He wears sunglasses and his hair is a little disheveled but he’s not bad looking. Kinda handsome. Probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s.

Eddie reaches into the back seat and grabs an empty paper bag. Then his hand reaches across your lap, the pads of his fingertips brushing against your upper thighs purposefully. He unlatches the glovebox and pulls out a fat wad of cash. Your eyes go wide as he tries to fold it and put it into the bag.

He notices a little gasp that leaves your mouth. “You like that huh?” He asks. “Y’know… I can buy you things baby. Take you places. There’s a lot of world outside Hawkins.” His voice is low and husky, like the whispered promise of a devil. It makes your stomach clench. You’ve never seen that much money in person and Eddie was acting like this is a usual occurrence for him.

Rick taps on the tinted driver side window of Eddie’s Camaro. He smiles at you as he rolls down the window, “sup man?” “Eddiiiiiie my boy-” Rick’s cut off when his eyes land on you. He raises his brows and looks back at Eddie.

“She’s cool man. She’s with me.” He tell Rick. “Alright. What’s your name beautiful?” Your jaw hangs open but nothing comes out, too nervous too speak. Eddie laughs and pinches your chin in his hand with his thumb and first finger. “She’s a little shy.” He says over his shoulder to Rick. “You got that new stuff you were telling me about?” Eddie asks him, returning his attention back to Rick but keeping his hand firmly on your thigh. His fingers squeeze the plush flesh there and it makes your nerves fizzle away.

“Hell yeah man. Shit’s crazy strong. Flown in from Hawaii. Can you believe that?” “Shit man, Hawaii’s pretty cool.” Eddie says, voice flat and bored, wanting to get this exchange over with so he can be alone with you again.

He passes Rick the paper bag and takes the duffel in return. He places it gently on your lap, winking at you as he does. “Got the usual shit in there Eddie but I included some crazy powder that my guy got his hands on last time he was in Miami. I put a few small baggies in there. Do ‘em for $50 each.” Eddie nods, eyes peeking at you and the bag in your lap.

“But don’t you touch that stuff.” Rick says pointing to you with a laugh. “My girl’s taking bumps of the shit all the time. Costing me a fortune.” He says as he looks back at his mansion. “Alright well as always,” he reaches in to shake Eddie’s hand, “Always a pleasure doing business.” Eddie finishes. Rick says it was nice to meet you and heads back inside.

“You didn’t tell me you were taking me on a drug deal, Eddie!” You say as soon as his window is rolled up. “Of course I didn’t. Didn’t want you to overreact. Like you’re doing right now.” You scoff and push the bag off your lap onto the floor. “I don’t want to be an accomplice to your crimes.”

He laughs at that, hand coming back to slide into your lap. His fingers curl softly around yours, bringing them to his lips for a soft kiss before placing your hand in his lap to hold. “S’too late princess. You’re just as guilty as me now.” You scoff, heart starting to race at the thought of getting in trouble. “I know I said I’d take you home but I think I’d rather try some of this Hawaiian strain back at my place? That ok angel?” You sigh deeply, knowing coming home late will worry your parents. But when Eddie looks at you like he’d crumble into a million pieces if you say no, how can you turn him down?

“Okay.”

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tetsumie · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

pairing: kuroo x gen!neutral reader

genre: angst

a/n: slightly self indulgent :( but anyways this is my first fic on this blog and i'm trying to get back into writing again which feels really nice <3 also i miss my boy kuroo :(

god, how you wish you wouldn't have to do what you're about to do.

sitting on the bench in front of the lake, you fiddle with your fingers waiting for your boyfriend, kuroo, to show.

it wasn't a date or anything and he told you he was coming from a study group with some friends to meet you. the whole thing was an incredibly sporadic meetup.

"y/n!" you hear his voice and you turn your neck to see him slightly jogging towards you with his messy hair.

"hi tetsu," you reply with a small smile on his face.

he slows down his pace as he reaches you and his lips turn upwards into that smirk that you've grown to love in the months of your relationship with him.

his stupid little smirk.

"did i keep you waiting for too long?" he asks you.

you shook your head. "no no no! i was just looking at the lake for a bit and listening to some music. don't worry about it."

"sorry... study group kind of got carried away. organic chem is kicking our asses," he replies with a chuckle and you let out one as well.

"but... i did get you flowers!" he pulls out a bouquet of white carnations and your heart flutters but the feeling is immediately retracted when you remind yourself why you called him over.

"t-tetsu, you really didn't have to," you begin to stammer.

"sure i didn't have to but i wanted to," he kisses your cheek. "anything for my pretty."

he puts the bouquet in your hands and sits with you on the bench, viewing the lake with you. you're unusually quiet and kuroo feels something is off.

as he's about to ask you what's wrong, you intervene with, "tetsu can we walk for a bit?"

"y-yeah sure."

the both of you stand up and begin to walk around the sidewalk surrounding the lake. people of all kinds are here. some are walking their dogs, some with their kids, others out on a jog, some riding their skateboards, and more. even couples just like you and kuroo are present.

you still aren't saying anything and any topic kuroo brings up, you're giving curt responses and it's worrying him. what's going on?

"y/n," kuroo's upbeat voice turns to one with a bit of a more stern tone. "stop."

you stop moving and you turn to meet his honey golden brown eyes.

those honey golden brown eyes filled with love and affection just for you.

looking him in the eye was still intimidating to you even after all this time and you felt the goosebumps form on your arm.

"what's going on?" he tilts his head. "you haven't said much the entire time we've been here."

you break eye contact and you're looking everywhere else on his face other than his eyes now. you know the moment you look into his eyes, he's going to read you like an open book and you're going to burst into tears.

"my mom and dad want us to break up."

the world around kuroo silences. he can't hear the dogs barking anymore or the sound of the skateboard wheels riding along the cement or the laughter from the children walking around with their families. the only thing he can hear are your words.

"oh."

you can see the heartbreak take over his handsome facial features and you can't help but feel at fault for all of it. it's your fault now that he's upset.

"but why? i didn't do anything! i mean, we haven't formally met, but we've said hello and stuff on call! i don't think i was disrespectful? right, i wasn't disrespectful?" he begins to ramble.

"no, tetsu, you were never disrespectful to them." you reply in a low voice.

"then why do they want us to break up? it doesn't make sense.. we haven't done anything wrong?" he asks.

"they just... they think me in a relationship with you is all too soon. us being in such a committed relationship is too soon."

you bit your lip waiting for his response and his gaze refused to leave your face. "y/n, there must be something more to this. tell me the entirety of their reasoning."

goddammit, he would always be able to read you like an open book.

"they were talking about how... well.. they don't think you're good for me.." you mumble.

he doesn't say anything for a moment and you feel your heart drop. you look at him and now his face is unreadable. you can't seem to figure out what's going through his mind.

"i'll talk to them," determination laced with his voice. "i'll change their mind."

"tetsuro, please..." you grab his wrist and you refuse to look back up at him knowing if you do, the tears will unconventionally fall. "it's not... it's not worth it."

"our relationship is worth it to me!" he says, his voice growing louder. "your parents are trying to pull us apart and you're just letting them! don't you want to try?"

"don't you think i did?!" you reply.

"i told them you're different! i told them how much i love you and how much you care about me and how i'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you if you asked me to! i would do it in a heartbeat! i told them that you, you, are my first love."

he hears the pain in your voice as you begin to tell him.

"kuroo, i never wanted to hurt you but i... i'm in a tough spot where i don't want to hurt my parents but i don't want to hurt you either."

he feels the wet tear droplets on his wrist and he realizes you're crying. and it hits him.

"how long have you been keeping this in?"

"..."

"how long, y/n?"

"about a month now..."

you've known for so long and yet you couldn't tell him. were you that horrified to tell him about it? he sighs. he hates the fact that you're crying.

and a part of him feels responsible for your tears.

"so what now?" he asks. "what do you want to do?"

you begin to wipe your tears, still refusing to look him in the face. you can't bare to see the expression on his face after everything that's been said.

"i... i don't know."

silence fills the space between you too and neither one of you know what to say. you refuse to look at him and he won't stop looking at your figure in front of him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'll look up at him.

"y/n," he says with a strength that you weren't expecting from him. "look at me... please?"

it comes out as more of a request and you can't not look up at him. your heart breaks even more at the sight. there are tear stains on his face and his eyes are stained light red.

his eyes. his honey golden brown eyes. the ones that would hold a soft gaze reserved just for you have now turned erratic and empty altogether.

he looks so vulnerable right now and you feel that it's your fault that your relationship is crumbling so quickly.

"let's break up kuroo," you tell him before he can say anything to sway your heart and mind. "i've been thinking about this for too long and i need to accept my parents' wishes."

his heart chips even more when you call him by his last name. his body screams to stop you from making this decision. he wants to believe this is all some horrifying prank but with the way your eyes are looking at him, he knows it's not.

"okay," he says.

"okay," you reply back.

he bends down a little and takes your face in his palms and you resist the urge to rub your cheek along his familiar palm like you used to. he rubs his thumb along your cheek and you feel the hot tears forming in your eyes.

right as a tear slip pasts your eye, kuroo's lips meet your cheeks and he begins to kiss away every tear that seems to slip away from your eyes.

you're never going to be able to feel his touch on your face again.

you're never going to feel the warmth of his skin on yours again.

you're never going to be able to feel the way his calloused hand fits into yours.

you're never going to be able to feel him again.

his last kiss ends on your lips and you don't have it in you to kiss him back, scared of making a decision you would regret. as he pulls away from you, you open his palm and place the bouquet of flowers back in his hands.

"don't give this back to me; it's yours," he tells you.

"please take it back... i don't want them."

with much hesitation, he takes back the flowers he picked out for you and his arms drop to his sides.

"i love you, you know that right?" you begin to say. "i love you. so fucking much."

he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i love you, always," he speaks it into the air and places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

"i always will."

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tobiasdrake · 2 months

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One down, two to find. Let's see what else we can poke.

...that....

...that feels like an awfully big thing to ask of me. I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of a commitment.

...

I am so intimidated by this pretty flower right now. Um? UMMMM!?

HERE TEAM LEADER YOU ARE AN AWESOME TEAM LEADER PLEASE TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME AND DON'T READ ANYTHING INTO THIS.

I AM NOT QUALIFIED TO TAKE ON SUCH A HEAVY RESPONSIBILITY AS THIS.

GREAT. DO THAT. AND LET US NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN GOODBYE.

Felt tho.

This sign perfectly encapsulates my feelings for the intense Flower Mission I just had to undergo.

There they are. Hey there, Bon-bon, what's on your mind?

Whoa! Hostile. Guess you're not holding up so well, huh?

Yep, that explains the dourness.

Look, Bonnie, I'm not going to give you some platitudes about embracing Change even when it hurts or whatever. That's Mira's job. I think. I still don't fully understand the particular creeds of our religion.

What I am going to tell you is that you aren't wrong for feeling it. These feelings you're experiencing are entirely valid. I want you to open yourself up and let yourself process them.

Carry them with you. And then, tomorrow, I want you to take those feelings and turn them into violence. I'm not going to tell you that it will be okay. I'm going to tell you that the hurricane of violence we unleash tomorrow is how we make it okay.

This is a child terrified for an imperiled loved one. I don't know why I even asked. They obviously have only one thing on their mind right now.

Yep. Hostile. Okay, so my takeaway from this conversation is that Bonnie is going through a lot and seems nice enough to the people they like, but absolutely hates my guts for some reason.

Okay, one left. That just leaves the Favor Tree.

HEY THERE BIZZA-ZISS... Busy....

Hey Isa, how's your favor coming along?

If you can't think of a favor to ask, you could ask it for some kind of imprint of the tree itself that you can take with you. Then you'll always be able to remember how cool it is.

...

OOH OOH, I should ask the Favor Tree for little statuettes of my face that I can hand out to people. Same reason.

Oh. It doesn't grant wishes or anything? That's disappointing.

Hold on, let me jot this down in my Pocket Notes. "Followers of Change pray to large nearby flora instead of their deity." Got it. I am suddenly much less enthused about the Favor Tree.

Sure, that passes muster. Cool. Cool-cool-cool.

Honestly, I've heard worse superstitions. Even if it doesn't work, offering prayers to a nearby tree is pretty harmless. I'm not going to be mean about it.

Honestly, you should. Your whole aesthetic is working for you. I particularly like the way your earrings hang down low enough to reach the rise of your turtleneck collar to create the impression of a smooth continuation.

The matching nail polish helps, too. I realize we're very limited in our available color palettes but you've got just the right amount of contrast to bring the whole look together. I think you're going to go far.

Oh, we have a habit of doing this? Cool, that makes me feel much more comfortable with it. Don't know why Croc Lady made a fuss if Isa and I are already used to being bunkmates. Maybe she's weirded out by platonic male intimacy.

Hang on a second, let me jot that down on her Pocket Note.

"Possibly Toxic???"

There we go. All set.

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

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brekkie-e · 7 months

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Headcanons for Astarion/Tav:

I like the idea he never honestly gets past his aversion to touch, and remains somewhere on the ace spectrum for the rest of his days. I think he and Tav can still have a very fulfilling relationship with that included. So here are some headcanons I've developed with that assumption.

(I'm not 100% married to the idea they never touch AT ALL, or that sex never happens. But atleast for me, touch/sex are very low on the totem pole in his relationship, and I wanted to sit with ways he still gets butterflies for Tav without touch in the picture.)

Cute date things that make his heart race, proverbially, without ending in anything make me soft. Like Tav showing him all their favorite spots around the city and being cute. Being excited to share that with him. It's so normal, and they're smiling at him like he's normal. Like the two of them doing something like this could ever be normal. And suddenly he gets overwhelmed in the street and stops for a second while he tries to figure out what the hell he's doing because this is all so new, and he's not sure how to do this. The feeling of shame creeps up again, and he feels like he's going to mess this up somehow. Or he feels guilt for not being a "normal" partner, and holding Tav's hand or kissing them like he suspects he should since everything else is going so perfectly. But just as he begins to doubt himself, Tav appears in front of him beaming and offering him a bottle of scented oil they found at a vendor. He gets confused for a moment, and they ask if he thinks he can turn it into one of his perfumes. It takes him a second to come back to the conversation at hand, but as he looks down at the little bottle and processes Tav's words- all the insecurities fade back into the shadows. Their smile makes his chest burn, and he feels uneasily similar to a little boy without a clue how to talk to the pretty person standing in front of him as he takes their gift. He stumbles through saying thank you. He's positive he looks like an idiot.

Tav having an air of freedom around them that just sucks Astarion in and takes his breath away. The definition of "I do what I want, what are you gonna do about it." At first, Astarion was put off by some of the nice things Tav did. Thought they were stupid for sticking their neck out. But now he admires how they commit to whatever course of action they've chosen, and find a way to pull it off nearly every time. He finds it inspiring, even if he doesn't always agree with it. He's realizing that for all he has freedom now, he never knows what to do with it. Seeing Tav wield theirs like a weapon makes his chest ache.

Astarion wanting to communicate that they're an item and that Tav is his person, but not always being comfortable doing traditional couple things- especially in public. So he finds other ways to mark his territory. Like a cat scratching a couch. He embroiders EVERYTHING Tav owns. Tav is a walking bill board for Astarion's talent. It doesn't necessarily communicate Tav is "his" to a random passer by, but there's something about knowing that a part of him is always with them now. Plus he got a huge rush the first time he gave them an embroidered gift. The way they beamed and put it on immediately and strutted around like it was the nicest thing they'd ever owned had him a little addicted to getting that reaction out of them.

He does the same thing with making them custom perfumes with scents that have "the language of flowers" meanings he picks out just for them.

Intimacy with out intimacy. This works well for my Tav who went to prison and grew up an urchin, but idk how applicable it is universally. Astarion likely is used to having very little privacy. Between the barrack's at Cazador's and in his own words, his prostitution. A lot of people in these situations get to a point where naked bodies are just naked bodies. My Tav is also very used to no privacy for intimate stuff like changing or bathing or taking a shit cause of her experiences of homelessness and sharing a cell. So idk. Astarion taking baths with his partner at the same time but not necessarily together, and realizing that they're perfectly content to just get the job done and get out and aren't even batting an eyelash at being naked around eachother. It doesn't mean anything. They're not trying anything. Its just a body, and they want to get this done so they can eat some of Gale's stew and go to bed

Sitting quietly on a couch together while your character fiddles with their own hobby and he embroiders. He's never felt as safe as being able to enjoy the quiet comfort of someone's soothing presence. They don't even look at him, but they don't leave. They're here, sitting with him. Because sitting with him is enough. They're not here because they want to look at him. Because he's pretty and they want him. They're not here because they want him to touch them. They just want to sit with him. And that is enough.

#astarion ancunin #astarion headcanons #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion/tav #brekkie thoughts #yes i rush and have bad grammar im SORRY

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Poe love languages hcs <3 ough i love him so much....

-Not really a touchy person. He does like physical touch, but not in a typical way.

-Poe's touches are... Almost poetic, like everything about him. They're so purposeful that it brings a certain intensity to even small gestures- like every action is thought out. The tiniest brushes are suddenly heart-pounding.

-Doesn't really go out of his way to hold your hand, but he is the type to touch up your appearance when something is out of place.

-Gently pushing hair out of your eyes or smoothing down flyaways, swiping an eyelash or crumbs off your face with his thumb, tucking the tag of your shirt away if it's sticking out, fixing your make up if you wear any, smoothing wrinkles from your clothing...

-He doesn't make a big deal out of it either. Just quietly reaches over and fixes in the middle of a conversation. His pretty blue eyes leaving yours for only a moment before he hums and urges you to continue talking about your day.

-Can eye contact be a love language? Cause it is for Poe. Y'know the saying about the eyes being the windows to the soul? Well he believes it. Makes so much eye contact.

-If you're laying together, he doesn't go straight for cuddling. No, he ghosts his fingertips down the length of your arm- from your shoulder down to your wrist, then back up again. It's like every time he touches you, he's trying to commit the feeling to memory. Chances are he's writing in his head without even noticing.

-He won't really initiate a lot of contact, but he doesn't dislike it if you do. He's a pretty casual, go with the flow kind of guy, so he'll typically go along with whatever you want.

-Not the biggest fan of PDA, but doesn't mind it. He thinks it's a little funny, actually. Especially if you have an opposite aesthetic as him.

-Loves the idea of people staring in confusion watching a bright, sunny marshmallow like you holding hands with someone like him. If only because he loves to subvert expectations.

-Where Poe shines most is words of affirmation, of course. He's a poet, it's kind of his whole deal.

-You will get endless poems from him. Through text, on scraps of paper, sometimes thoughtfully written with a fountain pen on nice parchment. Sometimes they're fully written poems, while some are just small snippets- a line or two he thought you'd like.

-You're a bit like his editor at this point. His writing is something he keeps close to his heart most of the time, but, well... You are his heart. All Poe's writing gets screened by you before he turns it in to professors or enters it into contests/readings/ect. The highest praise you can get is the fact that he values your opinion.

-His poetry is decidedly more romantic after meeting you... He isn't sure how to feel about that.

-Poe is very aware that he's dour and gloomy, but he always has sweet words for you. He never wants you to doubt just how important you are to him.

-Even if you aren't a writer, Poe will treasure anything you write for him in return. Even if it's the worst poem he's ever read- if you wrote it, he loves it. He'll get it framed.

-Another sure sign that Poe loves you is how much time he spends with you. Quality time is important to him.

-Poe is an introvert, and he doesn't really have many friends. Before you meander into his life, he spends most of his time alone, and he's content with that.

-But now, he spends most of his time with you. He's fairly low energy, so you don't even have to be doing anything. Poe is a big fan of interesting conversations, you can just lay around and talk for hours and he'll be happy.

-If you actually go out for a date, he'll definitely want to lean towards the macabre... Exploring an abandoned building, taking a walk through a cemetery, visiting a haunted house... Although, just going to a cafe sometimes is nice too, even if he's a little disappointed by the lack of skeletons.

-Poe does still need his alone time, but he's good about communicating that with you.

-"I'll be locked in my room for the next 4 hours while I wait for inspiration to strike. Farewell, love, I'll see you on the other side."

-Not very materialistic, so he's not the biggest fan of gift giving.

-He values your time and affection a lot more than how much you're willing to spend on him.

-He appreciates anything you get him, of course, but he almost always follows it up with "You didn't need to get me anything..."

-Poe prefers practical gifts anyway. Things he's likely to actually use, like books or a nice writing pen.

-Although, if you want to get him something he's guaranteed to love, get him jewelry. Rings, necklaces, earrings- even if they're not his 'style', he'll love it. Will wear anything you get him proudly.

-He gives you little trinkets sometimes but they're usually cheap and simple- he doesn't really consider them gifts.

-Swears up and down that he's bad at giving gifts but then he'll turn around and give you something so sickeningly sweet like a hand-bound book of all the poems he's written for you.

-He likes acts of service too- especially doing things for you.

-He wants so badly to paint your nails and do your makeup if you'll let him. Wants to give you a full goth makeover SO BAD.

-If you decide to indulge him, Poe will do everything for you. Scratching an itch while your nails are wet, lacing up long boots for you, fetching something from another room if you're struggling to walk in the platforms he lends you. You'll barely have to move a muscle.

-He likes small tasks like that- little things most people would hardly notice. It makes him feel special, to be the one that gets to wait on you hand and foot. He'd do anything for you, but it's the small details that make butterflies flutter in his stomach.

#blush blush #blush blush poe #bb #blush blush game #poe blush blush #ozzy writing

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steves-strapcollection · 10 months

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MAKE ME WRITE: SNIPPET!!

So y'all chose the Strap Collection and sloppy seconds, and I multiplied the votes by 10 and aimed for word count rather than number of sentences, so like... here is 1150 words of pure smut, you're welcome. Somehow the fic is not even close to done like I thought I would actually finish this shit.

Anyway.

Very NSFT nonsense under the cut.

Eddie sobbed as Steve worked his hole, turning his face into the pillow to muffle himself.

“None of that, baby,” Steve scolded gently, reaching up with his other hand to grab his chin, pulling his face out of the pillow. “Let me hear you.”

“Steve,” Eddie whined, grabbing Steve’s wrist with both hands, not to pull his hand away from his jaw, but as if to ground himself. He was rocking his hips back against Steve’s hand, shifting his hips to get some stimulation on his prostate, but Steve deliberately avoided it.

“The only time I want you to come is with my cock buried as deep as you can take it,” Steve practically purred in Eddie’s ear, his hand sliding down from his chin to rest over his bobby Adam’s apple.

“Oh, fuck me, Steve, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” Eddie pleaded, straining his throat against Steve’s palm, as if begging him to squeeze.

That was definitely something Steve would revisit when they had a chance to actually discuss the finer details of their intimacy. Lowering his hand back to Eddie’s chest, Steve played with one of his nipples again, tugging the barbell until Eddie was crying out into the dark bedroom.

With a low sound, Steve rolled until he had Eddie pinned beneath him, still three fingers deep in his used hole. Eddie, the perfect angel he was, immediately spread his legs as wide as he could. When Steve sat up to look down at him, Eddie got his knees under him and arched his back, presenting his ass for Steve with a wanton sound.

“Should pump another load into you,” Steve mused, smirking at the babbled pleas that followed that statement. “You’d like that, huh? For me to fuck you’re pretty hole, breed it again, make you properly sloppy, huh?”

“Please, Stevie, please, want it so bad,” Eddie gasped when Steve spread his fingers, testing the tightness of his hole.

“Want what, Eddie?” Steve asked, watching Eddie rock his hips up, fucking himself on Steve’s fingers. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want your cock, any cock I don’t care, just wanna feel it,” Eddie gasped, looking over his shoulder with heated, wild eyes. “Wanna be fucked ‘til I can’t think, wanna be used and bred so bad, please.”

With a low groan, Steve withdrew his fingers and rolled Eddie onto his back, swallowing Eddie’s protest in a hungry kiss, muffling his pleas with his tongue. When he pulled away, Steve let his eyes travel over Eddie’s body, committing the image of him—blushing, spread out beneath him, all pale skin and dark tattoos—to memory.

“Stay put,” Steve said, stooping to kiss Eddie’s slack mouth one more time before he got up to grab a cock and his harness.

Since they had already fucked that night, and he wasn’t gentle the first time, Steve went with one of the cocks that almost looked like a tentacle. It was thinner than the one they used earlier, but it was longer and made of a softer material. It wasn’t small by any stretch of the word, but it also wasn’t huge. Eddie would definitely still feel it, nice and deep.

Making quick work of preparing the cum-tube, Steve stepped back into the bedroom to find Eddie on his knees again, a towel spread underneath him.

“I told you to stay put,” Steve scolded, smacking Eddie’s hip lightly. The man seemed to startle, looking up at Steve in confusion.

“I did,” he said, actually sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.

Steve shook his head and before Eddie could even open his mouth to question it, Steve manhandled him onto his back again. Kneeling between pale, tattooed thighs, Steve sighed happily as Eddie blinked up at him.

“Perfect,” Steve hummed, hooking his hands under Eddie’s knees to push his legs up and out, lifting his ass and exposing his slick, glistening hole. “Absolutely gorgeous,” Steve added breathlessly.

“Shut up,” Eddie gasped, his voice muffled, and when Steve looked up at his face again he frowned at the way Eddie was covering it with both hands.

“Hands on the headboard, Eddie,” Steve said firmly, and his stomach fluttered with the way Eddie immediately did as he was told. “No hiding that face from me, and if I call you gorgeous, or pretty, or perfect, you either say thank you or nothing at all, got it?”

At that, Eddie blinked up at him before nodding jerkily. “Okay, thank you, Stevie,” Eddie gasped breathlessly.

“Perfect, just like that. Do you think you need more lube—?” Steve started and Eddie frantically shook his head.

“No, just—please, Steve, need it now. Your cock, please,” Eddie gasped, and Steve looked down to see the way Eddie’s loose hole clenched around nothing.

“As you wish, baby,” Steve sighed, reaching down to position his cock before pushing, sliding inside to the hilt with one relentless thrust.

Eddie arched off the bed with a hiss, his eyes screwed shut as he whimpered. Steve watched him pant and writhe, his eyes taking in every movement hungrily, every new patch of skin Eddie’s blush crawled to.

“So beautiful like this, Eds,” Steve said thickly, shifting his hips back before thrusting back in.

“Like what?” Eddie asked around a whimper, his eyes rolling back at the shifting length inside him, and Steve tsked.

“What’d I say, Eddie?” he asked, and he smiled fondly down at the adorable furrow of Eddie’s brow. Speeding up his movements a bit, Steve asked, “What do you say when I say nice things about you?”

Eddie shuddered, almost grimacing, before he whispered, “Thank you, Steve.”

“That’s it, Eds,” Steve praised, relishing in the way Eddie shivered. “To answer your question, you’re especially beautiful when you’re like this; stuffed full of my cock and leaking precum all over yourself.”

Eddie shuddered and nodded. “Thank you, Steve,” he gasped out again, his fingers curling around the headboard tightly. “Fuck, it’s so deep,” Eddie sobbed when Steve bottomed out and just ground against him.

“Yeah it is, baby, you take it so nice, too, like you’re made for my cock,” Steve said, basking in the shudder that pulled from Eddie. “Can’t wait to fill you up again.”

Eddie sobbed, throwing his head back and meeting Steve’s thrusts. “Please,” Eddie begged, his cock untouched and weeping against his own stomach.

“Wanna pump you full of my cum and plug you up someday,” Steve sighed, speeding up his thrusts as Eddie’s eyes fluttered. Steve groaned, practically growled, “Keep you nice and loose, full and wet. Maybe I can come by your shop, bend you over one of your benches and fuck your sweet hole until you’re crying, huh?”

Tears were already gathering on Eddie’s lashes, his mouth hanging open with his panting, whimpering breaths. He was truly the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen, that much he knew with absolute certainty.

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#completely unedited btw #gerry wip #SloppySecondsFic #steddie #steddie wip

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If anyone needs a reason to vote for Joe Biden let me tell you why: He hires the best paper pushers and administrative staff to implement his programs. These people are god tier, and the president himself doesn't matter all that much to how the government runs.

Long version:

I work in policy, and part of my job is trying to make sure money for stopping climate change goes to union jobs, and that communities are included in decision-making and that low-income/marginalized communities get good investments as much as the rich communities, that there are strong worker and environmental justice protections. It's boring and often depressing and while my dad thinks I am ruining the world, I think I do good stuff, more or less.

And I am OLD and have worked in my field under Bush (cry), Obama, Tr*mp (cries harder) and Biden.

The Biden administration staff - from the lowest level intern people to the higher up political appointees - I have worked with have been the straight up best, most committed, most PASSIONATE about helping people of any administration listed. Also a lot of them are nice.

I think Obama's people were pretty solid, and they did care (memorable moment of having a protest with a bunch of people getting arrested outside the EPA and staff sneaking out and thanking them because they needed political cover to do their job) but maybe they never had the kind of ambitious programming to work with that Biden has.

Kind of what happened is that we passed two mega pieces of climate legislation (IRA and BIL if your nasty like that) and then a bunch of the people who worked on passing those bills got jobs in the Biden administration to help turn those fresh new baby laws into actual real policy and projects, which is really hard, guys, it's so hard. It's so many and so much and it never ends and we have this MOMENT.

So they are passionate. They have been dreaming for YEARS about what we could accomplish with some ambitious public money to fucking do stuff about climate change and workers rights. They are SO PRO BLUE COLLAR WORKERS. I love them. They get it. When they don't get it, they LISTEN.

I don't care if you vote for Biden, the man. Who even is he? I could care less. But vote for who ever is in charge of hiring for Biden. Vote for the staff at the Department of the Interior and the EPA and the Department of Energy and the people in charge of programming for flood preventing agricultural practices at the USDA and the people at the Department of Labor who want to bring people who've been caught up in the criminal justice system into special apprenticeship programs with wrap around care services so they can get a good job with dignity and wages to sustain a family.

They are fucking rock stars. And I am starting to really see some cool projects come out, for example, my region has seen a $30/hour an hour wage increase in environmental remediation jobs DIRECTLY DUE to Biden administration policies and the BIL. We have to be able to continue this work.

#US Politics #american politics #how to be a radical #but also really boring

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MDNI | 18+ : Soap x Reader AU: Euphoria x COD

TW-ments alcohol, arson, DV, sexual content and explicit language.

“Twisted Games”

What was the saying, new year, new me?

Well if only that shit were true...Neither of you would simply just let it go. In the beginning, you both appeared to be picture perfect.

The 'It' couple.

The two of you were inseparable, catering to each other's every little need and desire, wallowing in the epitome of love. Thriving off of people either wanting to be you or to fuck you. Slowly building an empire on envy and lust.

But, like every relationship, there were...cracks.

Some bigger than others.

It was a quarter until midnight and more bodies flood into the lavish airbnb that Gaz booked up. It was said this New Year's party was going to be one for the books. By the looks of it, they weren’t kidding either.

The LED lights hue a kaleidoscope of captivating colors as the bass of the music pulsates through the speakers and smoke wafts through the air.

Closing your eyes, you throw back another shot of vodka. The cool liquid goes down smoothly, your face begins to pucker, struggling with the burn that lingered. Your best friend of 3 years, Winnie, hands over the chaser you both shared and you swiftly extinguish the fire in your throat with Sprite.

"Bitch, you're going to black out before the new year even starts!" She chortled, sounding equally if not more, intoxicated.

"And? I want to black out this whole. Fucking. Year." You drawled each syllable in a slur. The rim of the red solo cup in your hand lightly taps at your bottom lip, getting ready to swallow what's left.

The second you make eye contact with her, the two of you are bursting out laughing. Winnie’s hand clamps down on your arm, holding for support as you mindlessly stumble into each other. After the laughter dies down, Winnie checks the time on her phone and you manage to gulp down another shot.

“We have about, 20 minutes until it’s the New Year and we both need to find someone worth a New Year’s Kiss.” Winnie mentions dryly as her eyes wander off into the sea of people. The smile on her face then evaporates, spotting trouble from a far. "Oh the fucking balls on this guy." She mutters.

Your brows knit together in confusion. “What? Who?”

As you turn to meet with her gaze, your chin tilts down, glaring through your eyebrows. All the fun you were having prior was immediately sucked out of the room.

The fucking audacity.

"Soap!" Gaz calls out as he bumped wrists with Johnny, who had his Herculean arm wrapped around some random skinny blonde. Gaz was never one to judge, but given who was at his party; he could already sense the looming tension. "What's goin' on, brother? Happy New Year's. Glad you could make it. So, uh...who's this?" He casually points, with an awkward smile.

"Of course. Happy New Year's. And uh…This is..." Johnny thinks for a moment, though, of course, he couldn't really find the fuck to give what her name was. Her job tonight was to smile pretty, wave a few times and end with his load on her, preferably on her perked up rack.

The blonde boobs for brain, frolickly rolls her eyes, extending her hand out to Gaz. "I'm Amber."

"Nice to meet you, Amber." Gaz says in a friendly tone as he shook her hand. His eyes flicker over to Johnny with worry eddying.

"So, you and y/n..?"

When your name was mentioned, Johnny shoots Gaz a quick look with resentment and ire ticking in his jaw. His free hand swipes over his face, fixing it and his hold on Amber.

"Fuck that crazy bitch." He denounces in a low voice.

Gaz doesn’t say anything, instead he simply nods as he took a sip from his drink. Technically, Johnny wasn't lying. It also didn't come as a shock either, but it was a touchy subject.

For the both of you.

"I swear to god, Winnie, if he fucks her tonight. I will commit arson." You hissed out your promise with liquid courage backing you up.

Winnie methodically takes your drink away, familiar with your temperament, setting it to the side. Her hand circles back, combing her fingers through your hair, smoothing out your fly aways and nerves.

"On the bright side. You are way prettier than her. She literally looks like someone he picked up last minute at the pub. Definitely a downgrade."

"Clearly, which is so disrespectful on Johnny’s end. At least if you're going to rebound publicly, make sure the girl is worth showing off."

Winnie nods in agreement. “Exactly.”

You squint as Johnny and his plus one walk away from Gaz, maneuvering their way through the cesspool of bodies to dance. When they find a spot of their choice, Amber casts her arms up and around Johnny's neck, swaying her hips to the beat of the music as his palms gently glide down her curves until they lounged on her waist.

Johnny's midwinter blue eyes came up to sweep the room, promptly linking with yours. The corners of his mouth curled into a smug smirk, fully aware you would be watching. He had purposefully made sure to flaunt the piece of ass that he snagged right in front of you.

And just like that, the war was on.

And of course, he was winning.

Drumming your acrylic nails against the porcelain countertop, your chest heaves as the blood in your veins pumps with a potent mixture of bitterness and spite. Johnny pulls Amber closer, cradling her as they grind their bodies together. Mindful that your eyes would follow, Johnny’s hands fall from Amber’s waist to grope her non-existent ass. His eyes darken to a deep glacial blue as they glance back at you, ensuring that you’re witnessing everything.

It was when Amber's lips instinctively find their way to the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, that finally pushed you off the edge.

"Oh yeah, asshole? Two can play at this game." You grumbled, bolting from the kitchen, in search for a relatively semi-decent looking guy at the party.

"What did you s— Wait y/n!" Winnie goes to protest, but it was too late.

You had made up your mind and set out on your mission.

Approaching the first guy that caught your eye, you were ticking every box. Taller than Johnny? Check. Burly built? Check. Chestnut brown hair and not stupid drunk, but most importantly; not ugly. Triple check.

At the moment, the guy was having a casual conversation with what you assumed were his friends, but was soon interrupted by the hasty sounds of your heels clicking against the tile floor, catching his attention before your question did.

“What’s your name?”

“Paul.” He answers with a sly smirk, giving you a swift once-over.

“Let’s go, Paul. We’re dancing.” You say with no excitement in your voice, giving him no room to object—not like he was going to anyways.

Paul lets you steal him away, holding his hand as you deliberately drag him to the middle of the dance floor and just a few feet away from your ex-boyfriend and his poor excuse for arm candy.

Feeling the beat of the music, you spin to turn your back towards Paul, allowing his hands to roam while you rock your hips against his body. Johnny huffs out a dry laugh, his eyes nearly black as you torment him, rolling your perfect ass into another man’s groin. Your bodies moved in sync as your hands glide up, accentuating your curves with your fingertips.

God, you were so sexy…

He hated that you were. It drove him crazy in the relationship and it was driving him crazy now. But, that was also his favorite thing about you. Especially when you were his and his alone.

The standoff between you and Johnny continues with the tension bound to break at any given time, unbeknownst to Paul and Amber.

Tipping your head back, you lean into Paul with your eyes closing shut, solely focused to the beat of song. Your heart picks up a pace when you felt his hand paw at your left breast. It was unwarranted and instinctively you pushed yourself off. Before you could open your mouth to say something, you’re then hauled away by Johnny, his grip bruising and secure while he ruthlessly shoves people out of his way.

“Get out my fuckin’ way!” Johnny roars out a path, startling you and those around. Looking back, you see Paul and Amber standing there, sharing the same dumbfounded expression and a victorious smile glosses over your lips.

Once you make it outside, Johnny doesn’t stop there. He leads you over to the side of the house, steering clear of listening ears. The music fades into a faint rhythmic boom contrasting with your drunken giggles.

“Oh, you’re laughin’ are ya?” He bites with a vicious edge in his tone, which you found more attractive than amusing.

“Yeah I really am, Johnny. Is there a problem?” You challenge, knowing what buttons to push.

When you both turn the corner, his hand releases your wrist and in a split second, the air in your throat is held captive by Johnny’s vice grip. The back of your head hits the graveled siding with a dull pain blooming from the impact and your nails dig into his arm, leaving streaks of carmine behind.

“Problem?” Johnny repeats in a deep growl as he leans in dangerously close. “Yeah, I got a fuckin’ problem. You’re dancin’ around with some limp dick fuckhead, actin’ like you like that shit.”

Although his hold on your neck was damning, you managed to slip out a chuckle. “And what if I do, huh? Yet, you can waltz in with some blonde bitch?” Your strained words were like gasoline to a fire pit as the anger in his bloodstream shooting up a couple of degrees and his grip tightens as a result.

“Keep talkin’ y/n…” He grits his warning through his teeth with the tip of his nose pecking your cheekbone.

The heat from Johnny’s breath wisps at your neck and derails down your spine. You bite your lip, aroused and bracing.

“Or what? Are you going to put me in my place?”

Despite the heavy load of jealousy and fury, his hand twitches as does his cock, steadily swelling in his blue jeans. Tilting his head down, Johnny’s eyes rake over you and the solid black, over the shoulder laced sequined dress you wore.

It hugged your curves almost too perfectly.

A mirthless smirk twisted his lips. It didn’t take a genius to know this dress was meant for easy access. You felt him press against you along with the telltale sign of his arousal.

“You would want that wouldn’t you?” Johnny implied, his tone husked with libido.

Even when the two of you were together, it was a constant battle for power and it only seemed to get worse when you two would be on ‘break.’

But, in some sick and unhinged way…

You both liked it.

His question was met with a pregnant pause while the both of you burned holes into each other just by glaring. Johnny shifts further into you, riding your dress up and you shudder as your clit brushes against his knee.

“I didn’t hear you, y/n. I suggest you use that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me.” He murmured, dropping his hand to the outer part of your thighs, sliding his fingers under the thin fabric of your dress, exposing the black thong, seizing a hold around your hips so you’re slowly grinding his leg.

“Go on, babe. Tell me.”

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heterophobicmaxanne · 9 months

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sending you an ask cause you've sent me some <3 when do you think royjamie get together do you think it's during the time of the show or?

awwww, thank you, that is sooo nice!

i think there are honestly a bunch of ways they could get/could have gotten together but i think i'm going to focus on the canon compliant ones - and i think it largely depends on roy and on when and how he stops repressing his feelings for jamie and how much angsting he does about his role as manager and the ethical implications of dating someone on the team

i'm going to put this under a cut because it's def going to get long

so sort of the most obvious/maybe healthiest one is roy does some therapy and with the help of dr. sharon realises that he deserves to be happy and that the way he's repressing his wants and needs because he's afraid of the pain that would come from not getting them met is not in fact at all healthy and directly tied to his anger issues. i think then he'd probably need a couple more sessions until he could actually recognise the affection he has for jamie as what it is, namely a big fat crush - i think the fact that he's low key miserable about not getting to do one-on-one 4 am training with jamie anymore because he's to busy as manager plays a pretty big role in that realisation, and the whole fight over keeley thing also plays into it, like he'd recognise that seeing jamie and keeley hug made him afraid that things were changing and because he's a repressed idiot he concluded it was about keeley when in truth it was about jamie - and then he'd probably need to like lie down for several weeks to recover from the shock and the horror agonize about how to handle the situation ethically for a while, call in the diamond dogs for help and make a plan with them that he then presents to rebecca. and only then would he talk to jamie about it, low key expecting jamie to laugh in his face or tell him to fuck off, and i think he'd be genuinely shocked when jamie is immediately like "yep this is happening i am now Roy Kent's boyfriend"

and that's sweet and healthy and good but it's a little too hinged for me, like as good and sweet as that is, it lacks that certain je-ne-sais-quoi that makes their relationship so fun and fascinating, which is why i prefer a bunch of other options!

one option that i see that is also canon compliant is that jamie does in fact go to see his father in rehab. it goes well for a while and then james tartt turns out to still be an abusive piece of shit because it was never the addiction that made him abusive, james tartt is just like that so he says something shitty and terrible to jamie, maybe something homophobic about colin who's post-match kiss with michael has gone viral or maybe something shitty about jamie becoming a midfielder and no longer dominating on the field. jamie stands up to his father but doesn't feel entirely good about it - he's supposed to be forgiving him, helping him become a better person, the way people have forgiven and helped jamie and what does it say about him that he can't do the same thing for his father? he spirals out about it in a way that's similar to the start of mom city, roy notices, finds out what's going on, including about ted's advice and is just Absolutely Enraged. Completely And Utterly Furious. Cannot Speak Will Commit Murder Livid. he gives jamie the best advice he can give him through the rage blinders he gets, and then he facetimes ted and almost murders him through the phone screen. and ted realises his mistake, apologizes to jamie for the advice and for just walking away after the man city richmond match in s1, and the next time ted talks to roy he makes a suggestive comment about roy's feelings vis-a-vis jamie, maybe something about how he never could've seen roy and jamie's relationship developing into that direction when he got to richmond, and waggles his eyebrows and that does not go over well with roy. not at all. but jamie's doing better and roy's absolutely delighted about it and he can't stop thinking about ted's comment and finally, considering how intensely angry and protective he was and how delighted he is to see jamie happy again, he realises it's true and probably needs to like lie down for several weeks to recover from the shock and the horror again does the same "figuring out how to make a move on jamie that's ethical enough for him to do it"-spiel as in the first option

(leslie higgins voice) another one: jamie gets hurt pretty badly towards the final minutes of a match and roy's brain just short-circuits and only barely reboots enough for him to force himself to make it through with some semblance of composure because he's the gaffer and he cannot fall apart about jamie getting carried of the pitch on a stretcher. the second the whistle blows, roy essentially barrels into the treatment room and pulls jamie into a hug that is so fucking tight that jamie has to essentially tap him on the shoulder at some point because he's about to black out from lack of oxygen. and that leads to jamie making a dumb joke about how he's not dying "jesus grandad get your crap together you're going to make the medics think you're in love with me" and roy's brain is still rebooting which means the repression mechanism hasn't fully come online yet so he can hear that sentence, put it into the context of all the other emotions he's been feeling and realise that yeah that is essentially why he is reacting the way that he is reacting and even say "what if i am" which leads to a very passionate kiss, a number of death threats if any of this gets out and some vaguely traumatized richmond team medics

i can also see roy just being absolutely fucking miserable about no longer getting to do one-on-one training with jamie because 1) he does not have the time anymore (now that he actually has to read the fucking scouting reports and all that other shit he lied about as assistant coach) and 2) it would be way more unethical and favouritism and so on than it was when he was an assistant coach. but he doesn't make the connection because why would he, he barely even likes jamie no matter what phoebe said and no matter the fact that he looks at the kunt shirt and smiles like the biggest fucking idiot until phoebe points out that he's managed to swear so much in just a week that he owes her what he usually owes her after like two months and asks whether it's because he's no longer seeing jamie every day? and roy wants to say no fuck off but because it's phoebe he can't and unfortunately that moment of hesitation he has while he tries to find a nicer way of phrasing it is enough for him to realise that yeah actually she's right and that's not normal why is that happening and it triggers a chain reaction that ends with him realising his feelings

and for the fourth canon compliant option, we have jamie getting a little too drunk at the post-match celebration because he's no longer in training so vanilla vodka here he comes and then drunkenly telling roy that actually it was a fucking dick move to invite him for a beer and to butter him up only to then bring up keeley and ask jamie to "step aside" especially considering the giant fucking torch jamie's carrying for roy and roy is like "the what" and jamie tells him again that yeah he has always had a pretty big fucking crush on roy and how did roy not notice despite the poster and him pulling roy through richmond on a leash and amsterdam? and jamie admits that yeah he did act a little like a dick about it, esp to keeley, but roy was being a much bigger dick not just to keeley but also to jamie and roy is like yeah you’re right i was a dick and i’m sorry but I did mean the proud of you stuff I said and jamie tells roy nice cool good and he'll see roy once they start 4am training again in the preseason and roy's like "wait why do you still want to train with me don't you think this is awkward as fuck" and jamie's like "nope this changes literally nothing" and then fucks off to brazil for a bit and again roy is miserable but once the preseason comes closer he gets more and more excited about the prospect of seeing jamie again and at some point he internally scolds himself for acting like a schoolgirl with a crush and that's when he realises that whoops yeah jamie is not the only one carrying a torch

but also i think there are a few moments in the show that open up fun little avenues for canon divergent royjamie, for example:

jamie does not come back into his childhood bedroom when he does in the show, keeley summarily rejects roy, roy wallows in it a little but realises it doesn't even hurt as much as he thought it would and there's even a part of him that's relieved which is weird why is he relieved and why is that relief so tied to nothing changing between him and jamie and whoops yeah there it is the realisation he has a Feeling

there's the slightly more angsty option where roy only realises he has feelings for jamie when jamie gets hurt during the match against man city (which i'm SUCH a sucker for!)

roy is in the room for the "everyone looks at jamie after beards comment about there being more people in this locker room who are gay"-moment and when jamie says i'm flattered roy feels something like excitment and maybe even hope and like why is he feeling that those feelings make no sense there unless he was interested in ja - whoops okay he is interested in jamie someone kill him now

and of course, amsterdam! i can imagine like a very deeply cute moment where after learning how to ride a bike roy just looks over at jamie and feels deeply content and comfortable and happy and realises wait that's how it felt with keeley why does it feel so similar with jamie is it because - yes it is jesus mary and fuckface joseph and then he falls of his bike and when jamie's standing over him laughing his ass off about it he just either pulls him down into a kiss or lets jamie pull him up and then uses the momentum to barrel into a hug with jamie and during that hug he pulls back a little and just gives jamie a look and jamie immediately fucking kisses roy

and then there's the option i'm playing around with in my fic, where roy and keeley break up way earlier than they do in the show, roy drunk-dials jamie on accident and then things develop from there

#jesus christ this got LONG #but i had SO MUCH fun #i meant to write other stuff but thinking about the different ways these two idiots could get together is just so fun #the royjamie brainrot has my tiny little brain tight in its hands #so thank you for asking this!#royjamie #ted lasso

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