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#DAD CHARACTERS ARE MY KRYPTONITE

stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Danny Phantom meets Superman. More accurately I should say that Danny Fenton meets Clark Kent.

Let me make this clear cause people seem to forget this: superman is smart. Clark kent is a very intelligent guy. Hes an INVESTIGATIVE journalist. He works with Lois Lane whos a multiple Pultizer prize winner and you know damn well that Lois wouldn’t work with anyone that cant keep up with her in both wits and smarts. He’s good at his job and in some comics he gets Pulitzer Prizes from some of his articles as well. Dude is dumb but he’s smart if you get what I’m saying. High Int. Low Wis.

With that in mind, During an assignment by Perry White, Lois and Clark meet the Fentons in their Amnesty residence to get some quotes on an article that discusses “Everything we thought didn’t exist is now real. Superheroes, Aliens, even Vampires, so why do we not Believe in Ghosts?”

Clark Kent spots Danny and notices instantly that MANY things are wrong with this child. His shoulders are hunched in a way that is intentional and tensed. Like he doesn’t know if he should fight or flee. His eyes are darting around and constantly taking in their surroundings like he’s waiting for something to barge in. His heart is beating far slower than it should. The kid intentionally makes his chest rise and fall but he’s not breathing in any oxygen. All of those are concerning but they can happen in metas. The thing that isn’t normal is that Clark can’t hear any of Danny’s other organs working. Like the kid is a revitalized corpse and his body only thought to bring back half of its needed functions.

So Clark does some digging. He doesn’t want to tell any of the Justice League because this isn’t a Superman job, this is a job for Clark Kent. He gets some help from Oracle and with her word that she won’t say anything to batman, He agrees to update her regularly about the kids situation.

Oracle sends over some VERY concerning documents from an organization called “The Ghost Investigation Ward”. Oracle tells Clark that she’s working on tipping off the Bats and Birds so they can help dismantle the organization.

While sifting through the documents Clark comes across a profile of a “Danny Phantom”. As I said, Clark isn’t stupid. There is definitely a profile of Danny Fenton as well since he’s the son of two world renown ghost hunters. He puts the two and two together and uncovers just the horrible treatment that Phantom has been receiving from his parents, the government, and his peers. Clark is outraged and can’t just stand aside and let this kid suffer. So he makes another trip to the Fenton residence under the guise of needing another quote and sits Danny and Jazz down and tells him that he knows of the terrible lab safety, the immoral experiments his parents do on the regular, the neglect of the kids in pursuit of scientific discovery. He knows and he wants to help. Clark tells Danny and Jazz that there is an apartment available right nextdoor from his and that he can help them get to a safer location and apply for emancipation.

The Fenton kids are shocked at this guy and his immensely kind heart. Danny knows something is up though. Something is up with Clark Kent. He looks like all his life would be spent in the gym when he isn’t at work and yet Danny can’t find a thing on Clarks interest in working out. His baggy clothes somewhat cover up his muscles but his frame is far too wide to be hidden. Clarks heartbeat is slightly faster than the average persons. No human eyes could be that startlingly sky blue. And Danny knows that he has seen Clarks face somewhere but he cant put a pin on it.

The Fenton kids agree and they get brought to metropolis and the emancipation case is no problem with the evidence Clark managed to collect. The kids get the apartment next to Clarks and Clark helps them grow and get better mentally and situationally. Clark knows that in a way he’s trying to make up for his neglect on Connor but he still knows that helping these kids is the right decision.

After a month or so, Clark and the Fenton kids have a rhythm of meeting at each others apartments, getting doted over to make sure that the fentons are well fed and have everything they need and are getting settled into their new life.

Clark hasn’t told the league. Oracle keeps her promise to keep the Fentons out of Batman and the Justice League’s radar. Clark knows that he will have to tell them soon eventually. He knows that things like this wont last. He tries his best to keep these kids happy and support them how an actual caring parent should act.

A few months into the Fentons stay in Metropolis on a cool autumn afternoon, Danny is sitting on a beanbag chair reading a ratty old book that Clark lent him as Clark is typing away on his computer writing up an article for the Daily Planet when Danny looks over to Clark and says,

“I’m Phantom.”

Clark pauses typing and shoots a small smile towards danny, “I know.”

Danny nods in relieved acceptance as Clark straightens up from his hunced over position on his computer.

He pulls back his shirt collar slightly to show the blue suit and red cape. “I’m Superman.”

Danny looks at him and smiles, “I know.”

They both just sit and continue reading and writing with soft smiles on their faces. Comforted at the exchange and that it’s finally out there and eachother knew.

After a while Danny’s obsession gets to be too much. He tells Clark about it and that he has to find a way to sate his obsession of protecting and Clark accepts that it was only a matter of time and invites him to meet the League.

When Superman brings Danny to the Watchtower, saying that the rest of his fellow superheroes were shocked would be an understatement. The Man of Steel and this ghost kid are talking like a father and son.

To say that Batman was pissed that he wasn’t informed of this child is also an understatement. But there is also some amusement and respect under that frustration. Superman managed to keep this kid under wraps and didn’t even alert Batman. Superman smirking and saying under his breath to him “Looks like the World's Greatest Detective isn’t so great huh?” Makes Batman respect the man even more.

In the Watchtower, Danny meets up with Teen Titans/The Team/Whatever They’re Called Now, and meets Conner. Conner is understandably pissed and spiteful that Danny got to have Superman as a father figure.

Conner knows that Superman treating Danny this way is definitely a way of him trying to make up for the faults and breaks he had with his parental relationship with Conner. he agrees with himself that he shouldn’t hate Danny for having Superman as a Dad and the two get along like tinder and matches. Connor still has a grudge against Superman don’t get me wrong, just not as much as before.

Sometimes while the League is in battle, Superman likes to just look for Danny and watch him hold his own against world ending threats. Danny is now truly confident and it’s no longer a facade. He’s no longer hunching into himself to look smaller. He laughs more often now and seems to be genuinely happy. Superman fondly looks at his son as his kids eyes flicker with green fire as he says a shitty ice pun and freezes Metallo in his tracks with ghostly ice.

#dp x dc #prompt #writing prompt #who am I kidding this is basically an outline of a fic not a prompt #eh might as well put the tag there #Danny phantom #dc comics #Superman #Batman #I just want happy dad Clark Kent do you understand?#I want this static ass character of a man have the writers give him some character growth so I’ll do it my self the only way I know how #writing a concept for a fic crossover that would no way in hell happen in cannon #Lois Lane gets along super well with Jazz. they’re both super smart ladies and would make an unstoppable force against nature #I like to think Danny has similar unbreakable skin besides ghost weapons like Superman and Kryptonite #so imagine Clark Kent being really happy that he can finally hug someone with his full strength and not kill them #think on that one for a second

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gffa · 11 months

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I am ready to make my BATFAMILY problem everyone else’s problem again, I have just woken up and I am choosing violence. And by violence, I mean that a whole bunch of these fics made me laugh or wriggle around in pure love for these chaos gremlins or just straight up cried my way through like 30k+ of fic in one night and I want everyone else to experience that same gamut of emotion. Especially because I have a Dick Grayson Problem and I’m going to make you all deal with that, but in return, you all get to make me deal with your Jason Problem, your Tim Problem, your Damian Problem, etc., because now those problems are my problems, too. So you may have to scroll a bit to find what you’re looking for, but I hope there will be some fun stuff for almost every Bat character here, and I’m tearing my way through as much fic as I can as fast as I can, but if you want to make more fic my problem in return, please feel free. What else is fandom for, if not for trying to make each other cry four times in a 10k fic? BATFAM FIC RECS - BABY DICK IS THE CUTEST FERAL ROBIN I’M NOT HEARING ANY ARGUMENTS: ✦ terrible sting, terrible storm by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce & harvey, 3.2k Bruce takes in a five-year-old Dick Grayson, and Harvey offers his two cents. ✦ Telescopes and Ladders by RenaRoo, dick & bruce, 5.3k Alfred leaves for England on business and leaves the Manor to Bruce and a young Dick for a week. Bruce realizes he doesn’t know how to Adult for a child on his own. ✦ When the Bough Breaks by SKH, dick & bruce & alfred, 6.2k Dick’s first year at Wayne Manor ✦ Training Wheels by kuonji, dick & bruce & alfred, 2.6k Alfred finds himself in turns bemused, horrified, and exasperated, as their temporary houseguest to Wayne Manor becomes so much more. ✦ Cling-On by Bjurnberg, dick & bruce & justice league, 1.8k Robin is clinging onto Batman’s leg, refusing to let go - and Batman is hiding him under the cape during a Justice League meeting. ✦ Beam Me Up (I don’t want to be alone anymore) by laydowntoearth, dick & bruce & justice league, 3.9k Dick didn’t like this silence. Not at all. But Bruce was at a meeting at the Watchtower. And he couldn’t just break into the Watchtower. Right? ✦ sunshowers by emavee, dick & bruce, 3.7k Bruce learns how to show physical affection to the kid in his care. There’s a bit of a learning curve, but he and Dick are in it together. ✦ Without a Mask by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce, 2.3k In which Dick is kidnapped for the very first time and Bruce swears he’s going to have a heart attack. ✦ Hello Fadduh by lurkinglurkerwholurks, dick & bruce, 2.2k Camp had seemed like a good idea at the time. So maybe sleepaway hadn’t been a part of Bruce’s childhood, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be part of Dick’s. ✦ A Close One by blizzard, dick & bruce & alfred, 3.2k Twenty-three year old Bruce is new at being a dad and is learning how to balance parenting and being a billionaire philanthropist playboy. He ends up taking his six year old to a cocktail party despite Alfred’s protests, and runs into some trouble. Naturally. ✦ night terrors by glassofwater, dick & bruce & alfred, 3.5k Bruce doesn’t know what to do. How do you help someone when you haven’t helped yourself? More to the point, how can he even begin to think of helping someone so small? BATFAM FIC RECS - ADULT BATSON AND BATDAD ARE MY KRYPTONITE, I FOLD LIKE WET CARDBOARD FOR THEM: ✦ Chirp by SpaceWall, dick & bruce & batfam, 3.2k When Dick’s siblings learn he was never actually adopted by Bruce they attempt the most logical option. A parent sibling trap. ✦ The Game by myrina-lux, dick & bruce & cast, 17.3k wip After a long night patrolling, Dick returns home to find an unwelcome message. The young hero decides to view it as a challenge, however, and begins a sly game with his mentor. ✦ Trade Your Heroes for Ghosts by CaramelMachete, dick & bruce, 1k The day after Nightwing’s shooting, Batman sits by his bedside and waits. ✦ Plan B by Fleur_de_Violette, dick & bruce & cast, 2.9k Dick was sure no part of the perfect plan Batman and Red Robin had set involved Nightwing clinging to a raft in the middle of an angry Gotham sea. But, well. Things didn’t always go according to the plan did they? ✦ like brothers on a hotel bed by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce, 7.9k Dick and Bruce have been on shaky terms for a while, but they realize that none of that matters when they’re both captured on an impromptu team-up. To make matters worse, one of their captors has a grudge against Dick, who already isn’t at the top of his game due to injuries. Separated, Bruce can only watch and hope that someone finds them before it’s too late. ✦ Smile by glassofwater, dick & bruce, ~1k Sometimes, Bruce can’t help but miss his son’s old smiles. ✦ cut down by Squishychickies, dick & bruce & jason & alfred & damian, 4.1k Maybe I am sad, he thinks, if only because it’s smart to go down that avenue before discounting it entirely. Scientists are open to all possible conclusions. Perhaps Dick is, in fact, sad. Dick is depressed. He has Bruce’s support. ✦ After the Wake by nighhtwing (divineauthor), dick & bruce & alfred & jason & cast, 1.6k Fathers should not bury their children. Or: When Jason dies, Dick comes home, and Bruce muses on being a parent. BATFAM FIC RECS - EVERYBODY LOVES DICK: ✦ When Destiny Doesn’t Care by withthekeyisking, dick & bruce & damian & jason & cast, read the tags, 9.9k Breeches are opening all across the world, admitting people randomly from other Earths. One such person is Dick Grayson. Or, as he’s better known on Earth-2950, Deathstroke. ✦ When it Rains by sElkieNight60, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & cassandra, 7.7k “What about yourself, Richard?” asks the reporter, widening her own insincere smile to match as she turns her torso half an inch towards him. “As the eldest I am sure you are simply overjoyed to have your brother back but, might I ask: why is it, do you think, that you are the only one of Mister Wayne’s children that he hasn’t formally adopted?” ✦ I broke free on a Saturday morning by daringyounggrayson, dick & roy & bruce & cast, 10k Spring break is coming up, but between a canceled family vacation and an ongoing fight with Bruce, Dick’s not exactly looking forward to it. He decides that the only way to get through the two-week break with his sanity intact is by taking an unauthorized road trip to California. He convinces Roy to come with him, conveniently leaving out the fact that Dick doesn’t have permission from Bruce to go. Everything goes well up until it doesn’t. ✦ One More Day by EagleInFlight, dick & damian & john/mary & jason & tim & alfred, 12.6k Damian saves a dog—who was a goddess of the dead in disguise. She offers him a gift: the chance to spend a week with a deceased loved one. Damian decides to give his gift to someone else. /OR/ Dick Grayson reunites with his parents. ✦ Skating is something you don’t do in Gotham by glassofwater, dick & bruce & damian & cast, 4.6k Winter in Gotham isn’t always pleasant, and trying to wait out a drug deal in below freezing temperatures makes it all the more unbearable. It would have been tolerable, at least somewhat, if he had seen the ice. ✦ starlight raining over me by charcoal_moon, dick & hal & wally & barry & jinx & cast, 23.6k The Flying Graysons fall in Coast City instead of Gotham, and Dick Grayson’s path to heroism involves a hell of a lot more faith, trust, and alien tech than anyone ever expected. ✦ i want to wake up (i hate this dream) by CamsthiSky, dick & alfred, 2.3k Sometimes, Dick feels like a zombie. Like he’s the walking dead. Like nothing will ever be good again. Sometimes, he takes too much weight onto his shoulders, and he never puts it down. There’s a point where he crumbles to dust underneath all that weight, and there’s nothing for him to do but ride the breakdown and wait until he can bear the weight and start the whole process over again. ✦ if you just call me by BeatriceEagle, dick & donna & cast, 9.1k Dick and Donna, after the action, through the years. BATFAM FIC RECS - JASON TODD IS AN ASSHOLE CAT, I’M GONNA THROW HIM AT DICK BECAUSE IT’S FUNNY (AND MAYBE SOME OF HIS OTHER SIBLINGS TOO): ✦ Where Dick and Jason Argue Because They Love Each Other by CamsthiSky, dick & jason, 2k Dick gets hurt and both him and Jason make “Your Face” jokes, because sometimes you gotta distract yourself from dying with dumb sibling bickering. ✦ hot wheels by envysparkler, dick & jason & bruce, 4.1k Jason tries his luck stealing tires in Bludhaven. It doesn’t go any better. BATFAM FIC RECS - DICK AND DAMIAN WERE THE BEST BATMAN & ROBIN, I’M NOT HEARING ARGUMENTS ABOUT THAT EITHER: ✦ Tidied by BrickSheep, dick & damian & bruce, 1.1k Damian doesn’t complain when Dick fusses over his clothing. Bruce doesn’t know what to think of it. It’s nothing like the uncompliant son he knew. ✦ When You’re The One Who’s Loved by fishfingersandjellybabies, dick & damian & tim, 1.9k Damian doesn’t understand why Dick is so upset. Tim does, though. ✦ bedtime passed by renecdote, dick & damian, 1.2k Dick returns from patrol and finds his Robin waiting up for him. He carries Dami to bed and things get fluffy. ✦ Wheel and Blade by Kieron_ODuibhir, dick & damian, 2.4k Damian was waiting in the penthouse when Dick got there, all expectant expression and confrontational stance. Dick closed the door behind him and let himself be confronted. “You didn’t get expelled,” he announced. This was, unsurprisingly, not greeted with relief. (In our house there are many legacies.) ✦ what life without you’s like by dizarys, dick & damian & alfred & bruce, 1.3k Dick threw the door open, leaping over the hood of the Batmobile and wrenching open the passenger door. His cowl was already down, letting Alfred see the undiluted fear on his face as he reached into the car. “He only stopped screaming a few minutes ago. I think he made himself pass out.” Alfred’s gut twisted when Dick straightened, Robin cradled in his arms. ✦ Just a Little TLC by fishfingersandjellybabies, dick & damian, 1.7k Dick was not sick. Really. He was fine. Fine! ✦ When Dick Met Dick by pupeez4eva, dick & damian, time travel, 1k Rebellious, teenage, Nightwing!Dick travels to the future and meets doting, overprotective, Batman!Dick. Time-travel fic. BATFAM FIC RECS - BATKIDS ALL HAVE MANY SIBLINGS AND THEY’RE ALL PETTY ASSHOLES AND/OR WONDERFUL BABIES AND I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE BEING: ✦ The Return by silverwhittlingknife, dick & tim & cast, 10.8k “Tim? Can you open your eyes for me?“ It takes a bit, but Tim must be at least sort of coherent, because he blinks obediently. Dark, dark eyes, dilated. Concussion, almost for sure. Both pupils are equally large, so they’ve avoided a worse injury. But his eyes aren’t tracking or focusing, lost in space. “Tim, do you know where you are?” Tim’s forehead is all tense, like he’s thinking hard. “I,” he hazards after a long moment, “I fell?” Red Robin 11 and 12, from Dick’s POV. Tim comes home. ✦ you are somebody’s baby; some mother held you near by nosecoffee, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cast, 11.9k “Oh my god,” Nightwing whispers, echoing through their comms like a twig snapping underfoot when you’re trying to be silent. He and Batgirl go stiff and silent, barely daring to breathe. “B, oh my god. How many…?” The tone in his voice — he sounds like he’s about to cry. There were six kids on our radar, Jason thinks, erratically. Six. “I don’t know, Nightwing.” ✦ and the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light by popsunner, tim & damian (& dick), 5.4k Damian is around a lot more since Dick died, hovering like he’s looking for something that isn’t here anymore. It’s alright. Tim is used to playing the part of ghosts. Or: Dick is dead. Things change ✦ utter my love by dizarys, tim & bruce & dick & jason & damian & tim/bernard, 5.6k “Dick!” Bernard greeted him with a smile. A heartbeat later, it melted away. Bernard’s knuckles went white around the edge of the door. “What happened?” Dick didn’t know what he’d done to give it away but there was no point in beating around the bush. “Tim’s been shot.” The aftermath of Tim’s injury in Batman #125 ✦ long distance by unchosenone, dick & tim, 1.6k Six months—months—radio silence, and Tim is calling him. Dick doesn’t even know where Tim is. He scrambles for the phone. ✦ A Smile Safecrackers Understand by chapstickaddict, clark/bruce/diana & dick & jason & tim & duke & cast, 44.6k wip Seven times a Justice League member helped out a BatFam kid, making a reluctant friend for life in Bruce Wayne. And one time he thanked them for it. ✦ We’ve Taken Different Paths, Traveled Different Roads by Sohotthateveryonedied, dick & tim, 2.2k Dick is suddenly very awake. He bolts upright, staring at the dimly lit figure. “Tim?” “Hi, Dick,” Tim whispers. He isn’t in uniform for once, instead wearing a pair of sweats and a shirt that Dick recognizes as one of Bruce’s. Dick was wondering where that went. “Jesus, kid,” Dick exhales, an uncertain mixture of disbelief and bafflement. “What are you doing here?” Tim and Dick are still in a fight of sorts, or are they? Have they made up yet, or is the terrain still cracked? Dick wants so badly to ask, but just having Tim in the same room as him is already more than Dick could have hoped he’d get. ✦ Subject Hostile, Proceed with Caution by emiv, bruce/selina & dick & jason & tim, 1.1k Bruce preps the boys for an upcoming mission. (Post-TLYS) ✦ Shock the Monkey by TheResurrectionist, hal & jason & damian & batkids & background clark/bruce, 5.9k Hal Jordan babysits the Batfamily for a day. It goes about as well as expected. BATFAM FIC RECS - I WILL DIE ON THE HILL THAT TIM DRAKE’S TRUE LOVE INTEREST IS CONNER KENT AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME, NOT EVEN GOD: ✦ Your Horoscope For Today by anthologia, tim/kon, NSFW, ~1k Kon develops the ability to heal people with his dick. No, really. ✦ Non-Public Displays of Affection by irrelevant, tim/kon, NSFW, 4.7k It’s all about the shirt. No, really. ✦ To Touch and Be Touched by Merelymine, tim/kon, NSFW, 2.5k He has to—he needs to get away, and it would be funny if he wasn’t so turned on. ✦ Under Pressure by orphan_account, tim/kon, NSFW, fuck or die, 5.4k Tim is poisoned by aliens who want to see see how humans mate. Kon is the only one in the cell with him and they both struggle with their emotions as they try to work out what to do. ✦ A Night In by Musafir, tim/kon & bruce & dick & jason & damian, 5.9k In which Tim attends a remote meeting with the BatClan and inadvertently learns that they have all given his husband the Bat version of The Talk. ✦ time flies by by Laroyena, tim/kon & clark & lex & jon, 6.5k Jon Kent is Superboy. Tim’s gut instinct tells him that’s wrong. (Timkon fix-it where reboot!Tim misses Kon like a phantom limb. And then he gets him back.) ✦ good for you by Anonymous, tim/kon, NSFW, 3k Tim can sometimes be a little shit, but Kon has gotten pretty good at reading his moods. Besides, they both kind of like it. ✦ Boss Me Around by egg_thief, tim/kon, NSFW, transmasc!tim, dom/sub elements, 2k Tim suddenly pulls away. “I didn’t tell you to move,” he muses, his voice dangerously low. “I need you to be a good boy, ok?” Kon swallows, his mouth having gone dry at Tim’s words. When and where did he learn all of-? Never mind. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the way that his words make Kon’s dick jump, his heart quickening in pace. ✦ Top Shelf Goods by JpegDotJpeg, tim/kon & cassie & bart, 4k Or, Tim pretends to be Conner’s boyfriend, just to help him avoid unwanted attention. Because that’s what friends do. Pretend to be romantically involved even though they are definitely not interested in each other in that way and it would totally never happen. Definitely. ✦ Take My Word for It by rotasha, tim/kon, NSFW, 8.6k Tim has been hiding his mental health problems from Kon. Kon can tell something is wrong when it starts affecting their relationship. He may be out of his depth, but he’ll do whatever he can to make his boyfriend happy. BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR: ✦ Spill of the War by 2012bookworm, dick & jason & tim & cast, read the tags at the end of the fic, 64.2k It takes a second, but the realization Jason comes to is horrifying. “You dosed yourself. With Joker venom.” Tim nods, still smiling, still shivering. At least the laughter has tapered off, not that that really makes this better, not that anything could make this better. ✦ the primacy of personal conscience by birdsofthesoul, dick & jason & tim & damian & bruce & cast, 26.5k Or: Dick, his family, and the moral morass of a wishing well. ✦ The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & cass & alfred & cast, 52.5k What the comics neglected to cover after Bruce returns from being lost in time. ✦ Whumptober 2021 by dizarys, bruce & dick & jason & tim & damian & barbara & cass & steph & alfred, 42k Jason tried to tighten his hold but blood made Dick’s gauntlet too slick. His hand slipped free. A wordless, desperate sound clawed its way out of Jason’s throat as Dick tumbled towards the murky water. Without hesitation Jason let go, plummeting after him. ✦ When it Rains by vellaphoria, dick & tim & cass, read the tags, 5.7k After Cass and Tim return from Paris, something seems… wrong. Dick tries to find out what it is.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #conner kent #donna troy #alfred pennyworth #timkon #fic recs #batman fic recs #long post

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lemmetreatya · 2 years

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💜 MASTERLIST 💜

💙 - Request

❤️‍🔥 - Contains Smut/Mature

💞 PAST EVENTS 💞

Val’s “Got Dat Love Inem” Valentine’s Event

JJK

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

teasing during sex (gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, nanami) ❤️‍🔥

Gojo Satoru

Party Pooper (Gojo x fem reader)

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

Expensive Gifts (Gojo x fem reader) 💙

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Geto Suguru

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Toji Fushiguro

home and away (coworker!toji x fem!reader) ❤️‍🔥

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Nanami Kento

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

AOT

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Eren Jaeger

Gentleman’s Kryptonite (Eren x fem reader)❤️‍🔥

Eren’s Insta spam (Eren x black!fem reader)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3 💙

Deliveryman!eren x reader

In Memory of Me (Eren x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Using your products 💙

Reiner Braun

Play Housewife for A Bit (Old money!Reiner x fem reader)

PURE/HONEY (Reiner x fem reader) ❤️‍🔥

The Guy at The Till (Reiner x fem reader)

Part 1 ❤️‍🔥

Part 2 ❤️‍🔥

Band drummer!Reiner x fem reader

Reiner’s Insta spam (Reiner x black!fem reader)

Husband!Reiner x fem black!reader

The Landlord’s Son (Christmas special: Tumblr Exclusive) ❤️‍🔥

Home for New Years — Husband!Reiner x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

KU LO SA — Reiner x reader

It’s Everyone’s Game — Southern!Reiner x Fem!reader 💙

farmer!Reiner x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Waking up next to him

Dom!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

Sub!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Teacher!Reiner x reader

Jean Kirstein

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Levi Ackerman

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Onyankopon

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

For a Time Such as This — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

What’s Mine is Mine — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Postcard for the Road — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙

In Words I struggle to Express — Bassist!Onyankopon x Singer!fem Reader

No Self-Control — Pilot!Onyankopon x Air Hostess fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Triple N — Onyankopon x Fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

We Really Shouldn’t…But — Onyankopon x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Feet kink — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader PT 2 💙❤️‍🔥

dilf!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙

Zeke Jaeger

Rent-A-Boyfriend — Zeke x fem!reader

It Was An Accident!!! — Zeke x Eren x Jean x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

JJBA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Jotaro Kujo

The Girl Who Works at The Diner (Jotaro x fem reader) 💙

Jotaro x Goth!fem reader 💙

soft!jotaro x accidental pregnancy!fem reader

single!father jotaro x fem reader

6789998212 (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

ARSENIC (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

My Protector (jotaro x reader) 💙

New Years and A Hint of Blue Magic - Jotaro x black!fem reader 💙

New Muse (Jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙

Size kink + bulging prompt (jotaro x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

When Life Gives you Pastries (single dad!Jotaro x baker!reader) 💙

Fear is for the (supposed) weak! (jotaro x reader) 💙

Stay (so i have you with me) — fwb!jotaro x black fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Mornings with jotaro (christmas edition)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Everything, Everything for You My Dear (Polnareff x gn reader) 💙

Josuke Higashikata (Part 4)

Ready Player One (josuke x black!fem reader) 💙

Giorno Giovanna

Never Would Have Thought (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

New Dawnings (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio x Goth!fem reader 💙

Team Bucciarati

Honey (Team Bucciarati x reader) 💙

MHA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Keigo Takami

Just Say It — Hawks x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Daddy’s Home — BD!Hawks x fem!reader

MARVEL

Miguel O’Hara

Maybe it’s Foreboding (Or Not) — Miguel x fem!reader

Change and Her Consorts — Miguel x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

#jotaro x reader #eren x reader #reiner x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x geto #geto x reader #attack on titan #jojos bizarre adventure #jujutsu kaisen #jotaro x black reader #eren x black reader #reiner x black reader #gojo x black reader #jotaro smut #eren smut #reiner smut #gojo smut #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black reader

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meowmeowmeowmeow4x · 4 months

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based on this prompt and the amazing fanfic "Wait I'm a Cartoon Over Here?!"

Ahem Damian flopped onto his bed, exhausted after having had to clean the bat litter once more, as per Alfred's instruction. However, that exhaustion was punctuated by an underlying satisfaction. Despite everything, he and Richard had succeeded. They made contact with Team Phantom (part of him felt dizzy and giddy at the notion, but he'd impale anyone who'd suggest it) and managed to keep Father and the others from combusting at the notion of their existence. Phantom had sworn up and down to never expose their identities, knowing just how important they are. ("You were my hero since I was 7, I'd rather eat Dash's underwear again than betray your trust!") If only he knew...

Speaking of whom, Damian clamped his hands of his ears as the girlish squealing in this room entered a fever pitch. He was starting to regret allowing Kent to enter the Manor while team Phantom were visiting.

"DANNY DANNY DANNY DANNY DANNY I'M SUCH A HUGE FAN OF YOU CAN YOU PLEASE SIGN THIS AND THIS AND THIS AND-" Damian could've sworn that's the spiel Jonathan had opened with about twenty minutes ago. Fenton, for his part, was doing his best to withstand the onslaught of super-powered pre-teen fandom.

He'd never be caught dead doing something so... debased. So petty and pointless as to gawk at a fictional character. He, the blood son of the Bat and his future successor.

"Come on Damian, aren't you excited too?" His heart rate spiked. Blast. How quickly could he break into Father's kryptonite vault...

"You sure you wanna mess him with right now? He really looks like he could kill you, and I read the issue where he tried to murder Tim."

Damian prickled, even felt a hint of shame knowing that Fenton knew just as much about him as he did, how shameful. No not shameful at all, why would he care about someone who probably wasn't even real. Damian moved to sit up and shot Jonathan the deadliest glare he could muster, an expression copy-pasted right off his Father's Batglare.

Jonathan, for his part, cowered behind Fenton. "You'd do well to keep remain silent, Kent, before I remind you that your life is as fragile as a dying rat." He all but spat out. However, instead of cowering further, Jonathan's lips curled into a devious expression.

Fenton's head bounced between the two. "Maybe this personal arc hasn't been published yet..." He muttered.

"Hey Danny..." Jonathan began, hesitantly. This could not be happening. Damian grabbed the nearest katana and lunged. However, his efforts were made fruitless as he passed through the duo like they weren't there. Dammit! "I know this is kind of embarassing, but we put in a lot of work and you're like my number two inspiration after my dad and we don't know how long you'll be here so., but you gotta keep this a total secret, like a total secret, you can't tell anyone."

Jonathan reached into his backpack. Damian swung his sword again. Anything, anything to prevent the inevitable. If this were allowed to happen, his life would be forfeit. Curse his hero this hero for being so overpowered. Where was the lipstick laser when you needed it? Or the fenton thermos? or the anti-creep stick, or anything?!

However, just as Jonathan was about to retrieve the forbidden contraband, a fist flew out and blew him away. "Woah what is this?" Exclaimed one Danielle Phantom. It was at that moment that Damian knew, there was nothing more that could be done.

~~~~~

Danielle rifled through the pages of the comic book that Jon was about to pull out (which, btw, was amazing! Danny might be into Nightwing and Martian Manhunter, but she could not count the number of nights she'd dreamt of flying with the Super Sons. Basically she was never gonna wash that fist again anyway) and was shocked to find the contents. "Yo Danny, have you seen this??"

Her template/brother/cousin/dad (his status is in a weird gray area at the moment) leaned over, eyes widening too.

For within her hands was the latest issue of the celebrated fancomic, the Secret Adventures of Danny Phantom, which circulated around this universe's social media forums and the schoolyards of Metropolis and Gotham. Danielle flipped through pages upon pages of lovingly hand-drawn panels.

"I didn't know we were a comic, too! I've never looked that cool before." Danny said, nothing the cover art.

"I dont think this is official, i mean, whatever official canon means these days. Look, there's no logo from the channel our cartoon's on."

"I can't believe I have fans who know enough about me to make a fancomic." Danny groaned.

"Oh shut up, Danny. you don't see me getting any fanart." Dani teased, until she reached the beautiful two-page spread of her, Robin and Superboy swooping in to save Danny from the GiW. Special attention was placed by the artist on her hair, and the unnatural glow of her ghostly eyes. Overall it was a very flattering picture. the real Dani's jaw dropped.

Danny turned to the gaping Jon, and the limp Damian, both of whose faces were drained of colour, looking even more dead than himself on a cold day. Realisation dawned inside of him. "Wait, did you guys make this?"

His interoogation could not continue furhter before Dani squealed with excitement. She phased out of the bedroom door in an instant before anyone could react, yelling in excitement about this amazing fancomic that Damian and Jon had made, like it was fate... Her voice was followed by one Dick Grayon's comment on Damian's evolving artstyle, before more joined the chorus. As for Damian? He rolled for 60d6 psychic damage, took 300, and lost the wlil to live. Jon was not far behind.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #based on another prompt #each universe exists in the other as a fictional series #How do i tag others???#im new to tumblr plz hepl

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pedropascalsx · 2 years

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An Unexpected Confession {Marcus Pike x F! Reader}

Summary: Marcus Pike is dreading returning home for the holidays. Dreading the inevitable questions about his non-existent and frankly sad love life. But an unexpected confession from his best friends little sister changes things.

Info: Reader has no physical descriptions other than having hair please note that she as referred to Bunny - her childhood nickname - multiple times throughout the story.

Warnings: Legal age gap, fluff, Oral (Fem receiving), Some flirty texting, Phone sex, Masturbation (M&F), Unprotected sex, Creampie, Mentions of food, Eating, Little bit of controlling parentage, Mentions of terrible Hallmark movies and a VERY cheesy ending.

Word Count: 10,000+ (Yeah this one got away from me a little).

A/N: Marcus Pike might be my kryptonite. I absolutely struggled with this one. I love this character, I love canon Marcus and Fanfic Marcus and trying to do him justice and failing absolutely terrified me. This is the first time I've successfully finished writing a Marcus Pike fic and I really hope you all enjoy it.

Thank you to my gorgeous beta @wheresarizona for beta’ing and being so wonderfully supportive.

Thank you to @whataperfectwasteoftime @honestly-shite @theewokingdead and @ezrasbirdie for being so lovely and supportive and keeping me motivated.

He sat for a few minutes, rubbing his palms against his jean-clad thighs. The sound of his fellow passengers scrambling to get off the plane made him roll his eyes. Four days. Just four days at home. He could do this.

Before he knew it, he’d be back on the plane and ready to return to DC, he just needed to get Thanksgiving at home over and done with.

He stood slowly and pulled his backpack from the overhead compartment before swiftly exiting the plane and making his way into the airport and down to collect his rental car.

Four days at home with his parents and siblings, their partners, and their kids. It would be nice, he reasoned with himself, he hadn’t met his youngest brother's new baby yet, and it would be lovely to spend time with his newest niece.

He’d barely gotten into his rental when his phone began to ring, and he grinned at the name flashing up on his phone.

“You keeping tabs on me?” he chuckled into the phone as his best friend Mike instructed him to meet him at a bar instead of going straight to his parent's house.

“A beer sounds great,” Marcus says as he buckled his seatbelt, “Text me the address, and I’ll come straight over.”

The bar was new, sleek, and modern. It was situated in the same spot where Marcus’ parents took him shoe shopping for years as a child. It seemed that every time he returned home, more and more had changed and became even more unrecognizable.

“Pike!” He heard from the corner of the bar, and he couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across his face, “Get your ass over here.”

He quickly pulled his friend in for a hug and greeted a few others he hadn’t seen or spoken to in a while. Marcus took the time to catch up and chat quietly with each of them, and before he knew it, one beer had turned into several.

After a while, they had been joined by Mike's dad, who was thrilled to see Marcus again, and he’d suggested they take it back to his house for a few more beers and some takeout pizza. An idea that went down very well with all the guys.

It was dark by the time they made it back to the Anderson household. All cars were left in the bar parking lot as they scrambled into the back of a few cabs after coming to the sensible conclusion that they were all too drunk to drive.

Snuggled up in your bed, you heard the commotion downstairs and rolled your eyes. With your container of Chinese food comfortably nestled in your lap, and an oversized glass of wine in your hand, you giggled at what would most definitely be a messy evening downstairs and resumed your Netflix marathon.

Blissfully unaware that the man you’d harboured a massive crush on for years was having the time of his life in your kitchen - the man that had no clue that you were madly in love with him and still referred to you as your childhood nickname, Bunny.

The next morning rolled around quickly, you’d slept better than you had in weeks, and you quickly dove back into the same routine you’d lived for years.

The first few weeks were tougher than you’d imagined they’d be, returning home after graduating college. You’d studied Criminology and Criminal Justice at A&M University, and the only job offers you’d had so far were out of state, and your parents weren’t happy about you leaving Texas. You missed the freedom you had living in your own apartment and being able to come and go as you pleased.

But you knew you had the next few hours to yourself, the rest of the house still sleeping soundly, you climbed out of bed and made your way downstairs. Stomach rumbling with excitement for the pancakes you were about to indulge in.

Slipping into the kitchen, you switch the radio on before turning your attention to preparing the batter. Grabbing it all out of the pantry and placing it on the countertop. You took a large handful of chocolate chips and start to pop them into your mouth whilst beginning to measure out the ingredients.

The soft humming of the music pulls him from his slumber, his head pounding as a consequence of the countless beers he’d consumed the night before.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he pulls himself upright, still dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He stands up and follows the music in his search for a much-needed glass of water.

He stumbles, almost choking on the air at what greets him in the kitchen.

You’re still leaning over the counter, measuring out some milk as he enters, the music drowning out his footsteps. He’s greeted by the sight of your barely covered ass, wiggling along to the music as your too-tight t-shirt continues to rise up over your hips.

His cock throbs in his pants at the sight of you, feeling himself growing harder and harder and having to pull at the front of his jeans to readjust himself. Guilt rises from the pit of his stomach as he realizes that he’s growing hard over his best friend's sister.

His best friend’s not-so- little sister.

You took a step back, and he clears his throat to announce his presence, the gasp that left your throat was much louder than you could have expected as you spun around to see Marcus standing awkwardly in the doorframe.

Your cheeks heat with embarrassment as you start apologizing profusely.

“Hey,” he soothed, putting his hands up in a placating gesture, “I should have said something sooner. I just didn’t want to startle you.”

“I didn’t know you were here,” you say a little too quickly back.

“Yeah. I uh-” he scratched at the back of his neck, “Met your brother and your dad for a few drinks, and they turned into a few more.”

“Oh,” you reply, pulling at the threadbare t-shirt you’re wearing and immediately realizing just how exposed you are, “Shit. I didn’t..”

“It’s okay,” he says with a slight chuckle, “I didn’t know either. I’ll let you finish up.”

“Do you want some?” You ask as he turns on his heel.

He raises an eyebrow, and you push again, “Some pancakes? Chocolate chip?” You ask as you force down a giggle.

“I love chocolate chip,” he says with a grin. “Sounds great.”

“Cool.”

You pop down to the guest bathroom and pull on the robe hanging from the back of the door before bouncing back into the kitchen, and you see Marcus setting the table. Pouring out two glasses of orange juice as you start frying up the pancake batter.

You place the large stack on a plate and grab the maple syrup from the pantry and butter from the fridge before taking a seat in front of him.

“Help yourself,” you say with a shy smile before bouncing back up and out of your chair. “I almost forgot.”

You rifle through one of the drawers and pull out a small bottle of Advil and place it in front of him, seeing him blush pink before offering you a smile of gratitude.

“So how’s college, bunny?” He asks with a wink after taking two pills, and you groan in response.

“Bunny? Really?” You ask, and he laughs back at you.

“It suits you. Always has. Always bouncing around like a little bunny, it’s cute.”

“It’s childish,” you say before shoving a forkful of pancakes in your mouth and swallowing quickly. “You know I’m not a child anymore?”

He swallows at your admission and fights back the urge to tell you he knows. Instead, he just takes a few more bites of his pancakes and sips his orange juice.

“I graduated,” you say before taking a small sip of your own drink, “Got a few job offers. One in California, was offered something in Montana, and uh, I've been invited to interview for a position in DC.” You say with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

“Shit! That’s fantastic,” he says before reaching over and giving your hand a squeeze, “DC is incredible. Are you going to do it?”

“I’m not sure. My parents are not keen on me leaving the state,” you say with a sad smile, “But I’d like to. I mean, I doubt I’d get it but starting off my career in DC would be kind of perfect.”

“You gotta think about what’s best for you, bunny. Think about what you want.”

You nod in agreement, and you both sit in silence for a few minutes, occasionally sharing a soft smile and a fleeting glance before he breaks the silence.

“What do you want, bunny?” He asks as his eyes meet yours. Those gorgeous brown orbs burning into yours as his question floats in the air.

You , is your first thought, and you blush at the thought of accidentally letting that escape from your throat - the thoughts flashing up in your head making your panties dampen.

“Freedom,” you whisper quietly, “Being able to do what I want to do without fear that I’m letting everyone down. Being able to go wherever is best for me and not for everyone else.”

“Agree to the interview,” he says before wiping his mouth and hands on the napkins he laid out. “Even if it’s not for you, you’ll get to see how beautiful DC is.”

He stands up and takes his plate and glass to the sink, washing them up and popping them in the rack to dry.

“I better be getting home, and I've got to pick my rental up from the bar.”

“Do you need a ride?” You ask as you take your dirty dishes to the sink, dumping them in but deciding they can wait until later, “I need to pop to Target anyway.”

“You sure?” He asks before scratching the back of his neck, looking unsure.

“Positive,” you say with a smile, “Just need to get dressed. Give me ten minutes?”

“Perfect.“

The drive to the bar is quicker than you anticipated, you’d both engaged in a little small talk, and he teased you about the first time he saw you drive a car, making you want to melt with embarrassment.

“Don’t know how you didn’t see that mailbox, bunny,” he needles with a loud roar of laughter, and before you had a second to register the words falling out of your mouth, they did.

“I was distracted by you.”

An awkward giggle forces its way out of your throat as you attempt to change the subject, a look of pure confusion painted across Marcus’ face as you do so.

“We’re here,” you say, looking down at you the steering wheel, “Have a—”

“You were distracted?” He asks quietly. “By me?”

“Marcus, I-I,” you sigh loudly before a small fit of giggles starts to fall out from between your lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanksgiving at the Pike’s, right?”

He hums in response, eyes still fixated on you as he unbuckles his seat belt and starts to climb out of your car. “You bringing that world-famous apple pie cheesecake thing?” he asks as he steps out onto the sidewalk.

“Of course,” you say, looking up at him with a small smile. “See you tomorrow, Marcus.”

“See you tomorrow, bunny.”

You’re not sure how long you sat in the parking lot outside the Target for, rerunning that day over and over in your head.

It was many years previous, and you’d barely had your driver's license a month, seeing your brother standing on your drive talking loudly to someone out of your eyesight, and you’re not sure how you did it, but the sight of Marcus Pike walking out of your house and towards your brother made your breath hitch, and you somehow took out your family’s mailbox.

The sound of your brother's laughter still rung in your ears when you think about it now, Marcus looking across at you with those big brown eyes filled with worry as you climbed out of your car, drowning in embarrassment, the embarrassment being pushed away by ugly jealousy when you looked back over at him and saw his new bride (now ex-wife) wrapping her arms around his waist, all of them giggling at your predicament.

“Ugh,” you growl before stepping out of your car to head into the store, “Baking supplies and other shit that Target tells me I need to buy,” you grumble to yourself.

The rest of the day flies by in a blur. You stocked your car with the sodas and beers ready for the next morning, prepared a few of the side dishes, and wrapped the gift your mother had asked you to pick up as a thank you for Mrs. Pike.

You barely had time to fret over your little admission earlier that day and the look of shock etched across his stupid gorgeous face as he asked you if you’d really been distracted by him. How could you not have been? You think to yourself as you climb the stairs to your room, ready to settle in for the night.

Your phone had been charging the entire time you were downstairs, sitting idly on your windowsill and forgotten about. You pick it up to set an alarm, and a text from an unknown number lights up on your screen from almost an hour ago.

Thank you for the ride earlier, bunny, and for breakfast. Not sure if this is still your number - Mom had it scribbled down in her address book. See you tomorrow - MARCUS PIKE.

You giggle at the way he typed his whole name at the end of the message, and a smile creeps across your face as you punch out a reply.

You’re welcome, Marcus. Hope you didn’t get in too much trouble for not making it back home yesterday. Will see you tomorrow, getting up extra early to ensure you have plenty of pie. Goodnight 💕

Looking forward to diving into your pie. Goodnight - MARCUS PIKE.

You giggle again at his clearly unintentional innuendo before punching out your last text and setting your alarm.

You don’t need to type your whole name at the end of every text, Marcus. See you tomorrow.

Oh, good to know. See you. - Marcus ;-)

“Dork,” you whisper out loud before putting your phone down and climbing into bed, “Oh, I’m so fucked.”

You stood quietly at the door, standing behind your parents, your brother, and his wife clutching three of the pie/cheesecake hybrid you'd created out of curiosity a few years back in your hand. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves.

Of course, it has to be Marcus who whips open the front door, standing there with that gorgeous adorable smile, dressed in a tight grey t-shirt and comfortable jeans, scolding yourself internally for the way your breath hitches upon seeing him.

“Come on in,” he says as he stands back. “Everyone has been banished to the living room. No one enters the kitchen without my Mom’s written consent,” he says with a loud chuckle.

“Hello, Marcus Pike,” you say with a little grin as you stand in front of him.

“Hello, Bunny,” he replies with a smile that matches yours before gesturing at your hands “Pie?”

“Two for today, one for you to take home or eat whenever,” you shrug.

You’re not sure what to expect, but you certainly weren't expecting his next movement. Without another word, he bent down and placed a kiss that slightly lingered on your cheek before pulling away and giving you a small thank you. Leaving you standing alone in the hallway as he whisked the pies out of your hands and took them down into the kitchen.

After a few moments, you slip off your shoes and made your way into the living room. Both families are engaging in general chit-chat whilst the kids are mesmerized by the Disney movie playing on the tv.

“Are you cold?” Marcus asks as he walks up from behind you and gently grabs at the sleeve of your coat.

“Oh, no. It’s lovely in here, I-uh-I just forgot to take it off,” you say, skin heating a little as he stands in front of you, unknowingly taunting you with a flash of dimple, “I'll go take it off.” You murmur before heading back towards the hallway as Marcus goes to chat with your brother.

You hang it up in the closet before stepping into the guest bathroom to take a quick look at yourself, admiring the dress you’d ordered after one too many glasses of wine. It was pretty. It was gorgeous, in fact. White with pink roses, a ruffled necklace, and a split that shows off a smidge of thigh. Innocent but with a hint of sexy. You’d worn it with one person in mind, and you take a deep breath before stepping out and wondering if he’ll even notice you in it.

He was pretty sure everyone in the room heard him gasp - the sight of you walking back into the room, wearing a dress that seemed tailor-made for you, and just about took his breath away.

“Look at you,” Mrs. Pike gushed as you blushed in the doorway, “You get more and more beautiful every time I see you.”

Marcus could tell you were a little embarrassed and noted the shiver of anxiety that seemingly ran through you as you stood there, fingers interlocking whilst staring down at the ground.

“So, who needs a beer?” He asked after clearing his throat and stepping towards you, giving you a small wink as he did so. “Think you can help me, Bunny?”

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he leaned into the refrigerator, seeing the muscles in his back and shoulders stretch under the material of his shirt. You hate yourself for being unable to look away, and it wasn’t until he turns back around to you and starts popping the beer bottles down on the countertop that you’re able to look away from him.

“Bottle opener is in the top drawer,” he says before grabbing a few bottles of juice for the kids.

“I know,” you say with a grin, “I’ve been here before.”

You start to pop open the bottles, dropping the caps in the little glass container on the counter that Marcus’ dad kept there for recycling.

“You-uh, you look really nice,” he stutters as he scratches the back of his neck, “I mean, you always look nice, but yeah, you uh- you look beautiful. Really beautiful.”

You giggle at the bashful look on his face as you feel embarrassment heat up in yours, “Thank you, Marcus Pike.”

“You don’t have to use my full name, you know?” He teases back, both of you mirroring your conversation from last night.

“Oh, good to know,” you quip back with a wink.

You spent the next few hours chatting and catching up with the rest of Pike’s, stealing occasional glances at Marcus. Eventually, Mrs. Pike makes the announcement for dinner, and you just about skip into the dining room with excitement.

The table is set beautifully, and each dish is ready to be plated, making you just about drool in anticipation for the meal you’re about to feast on.

“You’re next to Marcus, dear,” Mrs. Pike announces as you look around the room.

He’s engaged in conversation with your father, who’s sat to his left as you sit down next to him. Mr. Pike takes charge of cutting the turkey and makes everyone say one thing they’re thankful for, hearing the usual, family, friendship, good health, and so on until it gets to you.

“What are you thankful for, bunny?” Mr. Pike asks with a charming grin, and it’s not hard to see where Marcus gets his from.

“Family,” you murmur, “Friends…” and just as he’s about to move on, you surprise yourself, “The chance to interview for a position within the FBI in DC.”

Half the table responds with their congratulations, the other half with surprise, and some with obvious disapproval.

“DC?” Your mother splutters. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t interview for a position in DC.”

“I haven’t responded to the invitation,” you squeak back, “Just thought it was nice that they’re thinking about me.” You shrug lightly and turn to Marcus, who’s next to answer the big question, and he immediately steps in to take the heat off of you.

“A new start, new beginnings, and the chance to see a wonderful new city,” he says before reaching down and giving your knee a reassuring squeeze.

Rest of the confessions over, you all dig into the seemingly endless supply of delicious food and chat amongst yourself. Purposely working hard to avoid your mother's glare as you eat your dinner.

“Can I be excused?” You ask as everyone finishes their meal, “I would like to finish preparing dessert if everyone’s ready for it.”

After a loud smattering of yeses and people cooing over your much anticipated dessert, you slip into the kitchen and finish the last bit of decoration.

Making sure to pop the store-bought and freshly reheated pumpkin pies on the tray for those who want them.

Just as you’re reaching into the fridge to grab the whipped cream, you hear footsteps behind you.

“Need any help?” Marcus’ voice calls out from the other side of the kitchen, “Thought you’d gotten lost in here.”

“Avoiding the daggers my mom is shooting from across the table,” you say with a giggle as you get the ice cream from the freezer, “I think I’ve gotten just about everything needed for dessert… Do you know of any strong, handsome men that would consider carrying in one of the trays for me?”

“I don’t know about handsome,” he blushes, “But I think I've got the strong part handled.”

“Eh, I think you’re doing pretty well in both departments,” you say with a giggle, “Let’s go eat.”

“Holy shit, bunny, it gets more delicious every time,” Marcus whispers into your ear after he demolishes his third piece of apple pie cheesecake.

You hate the way your thighs automatically clench together at his choice of words, completely innocent but somehow laced with some filthy unspoken desire that you couldn’t help but wish to hear in a completely different circumstance.

“Thank you, Marcus,” you glance over at him. “Hopefully, the one in the refrigerator will be just as delicious.”

“I have no doubts I'll be licking the pan clean,” he winks.

After dessert and football, your mom announces it’s time to leave the Pike’s in peace. You had spent the majority of the football game clearing up with your mom, listening to her rant about how interviewing in DC would be a silly mistake and how you’ll be crushed when they pick someone more experienced over you. Despite you informing her multiple times that it was entry-level.

The drive home is completely silent, you curse yourself for not taking your own car and making an excuse to go somewhere and wait in a line for some Black Friday shopping you didn’t want to do.

You practically skip upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you and changing into a comfortable t-shirt and foregoing pajama pants.

You switch on some shitty holiday movie and get cozy in bed, trying to avoid thinking about the headache your mom is going to give you tomorrow when she inevitably grills you more and more about the interview.

The buzz from your phone makes you jump, and you groan as you roll over to pick it up.

Marcus Pike (1) new photo message.

A photo of the empty pie tray makes you giggle as you type out your reply.

Y: Wow! Someone was a hungry boy.

Marcus: Can never get enough of your pie. Would eat it every day. So good.

Y: You are aware of how filthy that sounds, right?

Marcus: Shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t. I am so sorry.

Y: Marcus, I’m playing with you. You’re adorable. No apologies needed.

Marcus: Meany. Thank you again, though. It was truly delicious, as always.

Y: You're welcome. Glad to see you’ve learned how to text a little better… No more signing your name?

Marcus: Oh, sorry ;-) - Marcus

Y: Ha ha. Thank you for your help today. Appreciated it.

Marcus: Anytime, bunny.

Y: Marcus, you do not need to keep calling me bunny.

Marcus: I like it.

Y: Ugh, I don’t. I’m not a little girl anymore, Pike.

Marcus: I’ve noticed.

You swallow the lump that forms in your throat, taking a large gulp of wine, and punch out your reply.

Y: Yeah? What have you noticed?

Marcus: You.

Marcus gulps as he types out the last text. You. He had noticed you. For the past 24 hours, he hasn’t been able to think of anything but how much he had been noticing you.

Y: Anything specific?

Marcus: Bunny…

Y: Marcus…

Marcus: You. I’ve noticed you. Everything about you. You’re different than before, still shy… but a little more confident. Looked gorgeous in that dress today too.

Y: You really think so?

Marcus: Yes, you’re gorgeous, bunny.

Y: You're gorgeous too. I’ve always thought so.

Marcus: Sweet girl.

Y: You think I'm sweet?

Marcus: I know you are… thinking about how sweet you are right now.

Y: You wanna find out?

Marcus: Bunny… this is a dangerous road for us to be going down.

You can’t ignore the disappointing feeling that starts to rise in your tummy.

Y: You don’t want me?

Marcus: I didn't say that. You’re a lot younger than me… you’re my best friend's little sister, and I just don’t want you to do something you might regret.

Y: I could never regret you.

Marcus: Sweet girl.

Y: You touched my knee earlier, and I thought I was going to melt, Marcus.

Marcus: Yeah? Fuck. Did I really affect you that much?

Y: Yes. You drive me insane. You have for years… Marcus, you don’t even know… you called me sweetheart at Christmas, and you have no idea what that did to me… what I did afterwards.

Marcus: Tell me.

He watches the text bubble pop up and disappear over and over again, and after the seventh or eighth time of watching the bubble disappear, he decides that he needs to check you’re okay. His finger hovers above the call button for a few seconds because pressing on it and slowly dragging it to his ear.

INCOMING CALL: MARCUS PIKE

“Fuck,” you groan as his name flashes up on your screen. With a tentative push of the button, you bring the phone to your ear and breathe out a breathy hello.

“Are you okay?” He blurts down the phone, “I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” The worry clearly dripping from each and every word and makes your whole chest clench.

“I’m fine,” you whisper back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you. You could never make me uncomfortable, Marcus.”

“Good. You-uh- you had me panicking there for a moment, sweetheart.”

He must have heard the shaky breath you exhaled the second the word left his lips, a silence lingering between the both of you for a few moments.

“Sorry,” he says barely above an audible whisper, “I didn’t think.”

“Please stop apologizing, Marcus. It’s fine, I’m just… I… I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for ages, and I just… I don’t want you to think of me as Mike’s silly little sister with a stupid little crush when it’s not just a cr—” you cut yourself off with a sigh, and much to your surprise, he responds with a small chuckle.

“I think we’ve both established you’re not little anymore,” he says, and you can almost hear the grin that’s splashed across his face.

“Yeah,” you purr back, “Good.”

“I’m not going to pretend you don’t have me intrigued as to what you did, though, sweet girl, but I won’t press you for an answer.”

You giggle down the phone, and it’s like music to his ears.

“I don’t think your mom would ever let me in her house again if she ever found out.”

“Can't say I was planning on sharing, sweetheart.”

“You’re doing that on purpose now, aren’t you?” You say with an exaggerated sigh.

“Mhmm, maybe…”

“Marcus…”

“Yes, Sweetheart.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Oh.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you.”

“Bunny, do you not want to tell me?”

“I do. But I think you’ve already guessed.”

“I have an idea, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

“What do you think I did?”

He lightly scoffs, and it’s almost like you can hear his thoughts churning in his head; you’re certain he goes to speak a few times but stops himself each time.

“I think… fuck .”

“Do you think I snuck off and made myself cum to the thought of you calling me sweetheart?”

His voice drops lower than you’ve ever heard it, and you feel like you might just explode as he replies the deepest, “ Yes ” you’ve ever heard.

“That’s what I did.” You feel heat rise in your cheeks as you admit to it, a new bravery sweeping through you as you admit to the man that’s managed to unknowingly invade every thought you’d had for the past few years that you fucked your fingers in his parent's house whilst thinking of him.

“I bet you looked so fucking pretty,” he breathes out in response, voice still low, and somehow every word seems to be going straight to your pulsating core.

“Marcus,” you rasp out as you fight the urge to do something about the arousal creeping through your veins.

“Do you want to do it right now?” he asks, and a needy moan escapes through your lips, “Do you want to play with that pretty pussy, while I stroke my cock thinking about you? Thinking about how good you looked bent over the counter the other morning?”

“Yes,” you moan out as your fingers twist the bed sheets beneath you, “I want to hear you.”

“ Fuck ,” he grunts, and the sound of his phone dropping to his chest and his pants being kicked off floods through the speaker, “I’m so fucking hard for you, sweetheart. Can't stop thinking about how fucking pretty you are, how soft and so fucking sweet.”

The sound of him spitting into his hand makes your pussy clench as you reach into your panties and gasp at the amount of slick that’s coating your pussy. You smear a little across your little bundle of nerves and breathe out a moan of relief as you finally give your clit the attention it’s been screaming for - pulsating steadily under your hand as you rub perfect circles into it.

“Fuck,” Marcus grunts, “Feel good, baby?”

Another moan slips through your lips at the new endearment, and you want to beg for him to call you it over and over, “So fucking good, Marcus… Wi-wish it was you.”

“Yeah?” he growls as the sound of skin slapping against skin grows louder. “You want to feel my fingers in that tight little pussy?”

“Oh fuck , yes, yes,” you moan as your orgasm steadily draws closer, and you increase the pressure on your clit, rubbing harder and faster. The combined sounds of your moans and his groans coming together like the filthiest symphony ever created.

“Marcus, I’m gonna, I’m gonna come,” you gasp.

“Do it, baby, let me hear, fuck, I bet you look so pretty right now,” he rambles as he continues stroking his cock, wishing it was your warm heat clamped around him, bouncing up and down as he fucks up into you.

You come hard and fast with a moan of his name, and he quickly follows suit, the sounds of his grunts and groans being ripped through his throat with every pump and squeeze of his throbbing shaft, his bare stomach laced with ropes of his pearlescent spend.

“Holy shit,” he mutters as he reaches over to grab some tissues from his nightstand, “You okay over there?”

You giggle at his immediate concern for you as you slowly come out of your pleasure-filled haze.

“I’m good, really good. Are you okay?” you ask, and you shudder at the nervousness that had seeped in at the end of your question.

“Yeah, I’m good. That was uh— that was fucking incredible, baby.”

“It was… Holy shit, Marcus,” you blurt out as you fall into a fit of giggles, “That might have been my favourite Thanksgiving yet.”

“Yeah, I, I can’t say I was thrilled to be coming back,” he says before clearing his throat, “But you’ve certainly made it a nice homecoming.”

“Good, I'm glad I made the trip a little better… We should probably get some sleep,” you say after glancing at the time on your watch, “Speak tomorrow?”

“Shit, it’s late. I didn’t realize. Yeah, I’ll text you in the morning. Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Marcus Pike.”

That night you dream of him. Remembering pieces that you can’t quite fit together the next morning but enough to make your heart flutter with anticipation.

The house is eerily quiet as you make your way down into the kitchen, robe wrapped around you as the autumn chill makes itself known in every corner of your childhood home.

Your phone perched comfortably inside the pocket, waiting for a text from Marcus to light it up.

It doesn’t take long, you’re pouring the milk into your cheerios as it quietly vibrates against your hip.

Are you free for lunch today?

You abandon the task at hand and hastily type out a yes and wait impatiently for his next message to buzz through.

Pick you up by the playground at 12:30?

Your chest starts to pound with excitement as you type out your reply.

Sounds perfect. See you then, Marcus Pike.

His reply comes seconds later.

See you soon, sweetheart - Marcus Pike ;-)

The morning flies by in a tizzy, anxiety, and excitement bubbling up in your belly as you purposely avoid your Mom and her inevitable amount of questions about whether you want to interview in DC or not.

You ate your breakfast in a comfortable silence, but left the dishes in the sink as you heard her and your father make their way downstairs. Just narrowly missing them as you sprinted upstairs and immediately jumped into a slightly too hot shower. You style your hair as you usually would and put on minimal makeup before pulling out a sundress that’s definitely a little too short for the chilly weather.

You take the stairs two at a time after noticing your clock displaying 12:22, and just as you finish buttoning up your coat you hear your Mom call you into the next room.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” She asks with a raised eyebrow, “I didn’t know you were going out. You never said anything?”

“Seeing a friend for lunch, last minute plans. Won’t be more than a few hours.” You say with a halfhearted shrug.

“Who?”

“What?”

“Which friend?”

“Mom…,” you say with a slightly petulant eye roll, “Claudia. She’s home for thanksgiving. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Don’t go letting her fill your head with ideas about following suit and abandoning your hometown,” she calls out after you as you slam the front door just a fraction too hard.

He’s already waiting as you jog down towards the playground, the chill in the air making you curse yourself for not bringing a scarf. As you approach his car, the butterflies in your tummy seem to explode into three dozen more, but it doesn’t stop you from reaching out for the door handle the second it’s in reach and pulling it open.

“Hey,” he offers gently as you slide into his rental.

“Hey, yourself,” you offer back with a smile.

“Options are a leftovers sandwich made by yours truly at my house, everyone is out until the evening, so it’ll be pretty relaxed or if you’d prefer, we could find somewhere that’s open and eat out.”

You tap the bottom of your chin as if you’re really thinking about it before biting down on your bottom lip and slowly letting it roll out through your teeth, “Mhm. Rosa’s bakery is open until one. I vote for the first choice as long as we can swing by and grab a fresh loaf of her sourdough.”

“Sounds perfect,” he quips back before making his way toward the small town.

With a fresh loaf tucked up under your arm and two cream cakes nestled in a box under his, you follow him into the kitchen.

Few words had been spoken on the drive, the radio providing a comforting soundtrack to the already comfortable silence between you both.

“I’ll heat up the leftovers if you slice up the bread?” he asks whilst handing you a glass of wine.

“Sounds like a plan,” you murmur as you take a sip before setting it down on the counter.

“Thick or thin?” you ask as you pull out the chopping board and reach over to grab the bread knife from the block.

“Thick.”

Sandwiches made, wine glasses topped up, and a random Hallmark movie blaring out on the screen you’re both comfortably nestled in front of.

“So, we should probably talk about last night?” Marcus finally slips out as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

“Do you regret it?” You ask a little bit too quickly.

“No, of course not. No. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

He hums a content mhmm before diving into the rest of his sandwich. You both eat in silence and watch the shitty movie playing out in front of you.

It’s like it happens in slow motion, plates gone and forgotten about, the part of the movie where the girl realizes the boy was right there in front of her the entire time; Marcus’s hand slowly reaching around the back of the sofa and resting on your shoulder.

You turn to look at him, and he’s already staring at you, neither of you really sure who made the first move, but before you can register it’s really happening, his mouth is pressed against yours, breathing you in and silently begging you entry, his tongue licking your bottom lip like a silent prayer that promises salvation at the altar that would only exist when the two of you finally slot yourselves together.

It doesn’t take long until you’re straddling him, mouth wrestling with his as your tongues fight for dominance. His hands trail down the expanse of your body as yours tangle up in his hair.

He forces his lips off of yours and whispers, “Are you sure you want this?”

And after a rather enthusiastic ‘yes,’ you’re being led up to his bedroom, your fingers interlocked with his.

He walks you into his room and sits down on the edge of his bed, pulling you onto his lap, “We don’t have to do this. We can just talk or watch a movie, sweetheart.”

“Marcus, I'm in your room. I'm pretty sure I've ruined these panties, and I'm saying yes.”

“Fuck,” he grunts as he pulls you in for another kiss before laying you down on his bed, his hands slowly rubbing up your thighs before suddenly stopping and pulling away from you, “Sweetheart, you’re fucking soaked.”

You can feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment as his hands swipe back up and through the slick that had slowly been dripping from the moment he first picked you up, “I’m sor-” you attempt to choke out, but he silences you with a quick kiss.

“Don’t apologise. It’s fucking sexy,” he murmurs as he pulls your panties down your legs and throws them to the side, “Can I taste you?” He grunts out as you feel him press his clothed rock-hard cock into the meat of the thighs.

A little anxiety rises in your stomach as you play back his question, “Oh, you don’t have to! I know men don’t actually like doing that…”

His laugh throws you, and you swallow the lump that forms in your throat, “Boys maybe, but men, men fucking love eating pussy… Do you not enjoy it?” He asks as he tucks a finger under your chin and pulls your face up level with his.

“I-uh-I, I don’t actually know,” you admit quietly.

“Sweetheart, have you ever…? Had?”

“I’ve had sex,” you say bluntly, “With my college boyfriend, but he never wanted to do that. He said it’s just for porn.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he says with a flash of annoyance, “He never got you ready before he fucked you?”

You shake your head as he peppers a gentle kiss on your thigh.

“Can I?” He asks again, “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop immediately.”

You nod your head in agreement and gently brush his cheek with your thumb, and he reaches up to grab your hand, “Baby, I'm going to need to hear you say it.”

Unconsciously you nod again before giving him the verbal confirmation he was asking for.

You can’t believe the gasp that escapes your lips as he slowly drags a finger through your folds, opening you up and praising your ‘pretty, pretty pussy’ and licking a stripe up from your entrance to your clit. He hums in approval at the taste of you, his tongue working magic on your clit as you adjust to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure being pulled from you with every flick of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Marcus,” you whimper as your hands move into his hair, your hips beginning to roll on their own accord, chasing his tongue and your forthcoming orgasm, “Don’t stop,” you blurt out as you feel it threaten to rip through you.

The sound of you begging drives him insane as he continues devouring your pussy, salivating at the taste and smell of you, whilst trying to ignore the way his cock is straining hard against his zipper.

He can’t believe it. Never in his wildest dreams could he imagine that you could have been wanting him this badly. He tries to ignore the way he can feel warmth rise in his chest every time you moan his name. His mind is running one hundred miles a second as you reach your crest, and he wants nothing more than to pull you close to him and keep you there for as long as he can, but he knows he can’t make the same mistakes as before.

He doesn’t know what this is, you don’t know what this is, but what he does know is he wants to show you how you deserve to be treated, to be touched, to be fucked .

He groans in delight as you soak his face with your arousal, breathing out the most delicious moans and whimpers he’s ever heard as he continues to lick at suck at your clit throughout your high.

Your chest heaves up and down as your vision starts to become less blurry, the high of your orgasm slowly starts coming down, and you have to gently push his face away from your pussy to stop him from continuing the little kitten licks to your overstimulated bud.

He brings his face up to yours, and you bite your lip, the sight of your arousal coating his mouth and chin makes you clench around nothing, and he makes no effort to clean it off as he brings you in for another kiss. Refusing to hold back, he kisses your mouth like he’s been deprived of your lips for years, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and gently dragging his teeth over it. He swallows each of your moans as they stream effortlessly into his mouth. Your hands run down his back, grabbing at the tight muscles and slowly running your fingertip down it until you’re reaching the hem of his shirt. You slowly pull it up, and he begrudgingly breaks the kiss to let you rip it off of him.

The heat of his body is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before as he envelopes you in his warmth, peppering the gentlest yet hungriest kisses down your neck whilst rolling the strap of your dress down and off your shoulders. He moves back off you, and a silent command is given to continue taking off your dress. You unbutton the few buttons on the front and roll the dress off of your body, and he rips off his belt and frees himself from his jeans.

Your breath hitches when you see the little spot of wetness on his boxers from where he’s been steadily leaking precum.

“I want to taste you,” you blurt out as he frees himself from his boxers, his thick cock swinging heavily between his legs - the tip almost purple with need, “Can I suck your cock?”

“Oh, baby,” he grunts as he slots himself back between your legs and reaches around to unclasp your bra, “I’d fucking love to feel your lips around me, but I don’t think I’m going to last very long as it is. I’d really like to fuck you if that’s okay?”

“Please,” you beg in response, “Please fuck me.”

“I’ve got some condoms in my drawer,” he says before giving your lips a fleeting kiss.

“I’m on birth control,” you answer back, “And I’m clean. Was checked at my last physical, and I’ve not had sex since… I’d really like to feel you.”

“I’m clean too. Got a physical when I started in DC, and I've used condoms on the two occasions I-uh- hooked up.”

You nod at him and bite down on your lip with the sweetest expression etched upon your delicate face, and it just about drives him insane. He gently runs a finger through your folds and slowly pushes it into your entrance just to check you’re ready.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he lines himself up with you, kissing you once more before gently pushing the tip in, “Tell me if you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

He grunts as you clamp down around him. He’s barely inside, but the way you reacted to him calling you sweetheart was nearly enough for him to blow his load immediately. “Relax for me, honey,” he coos as you take a deep breath. He’s thick, much thicker than your ex and you can’t help but whimper at the pinch of him. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” He immediately asks as your face contorts beneath him.

“No, baby, please, don’t stop,” you beg, and he has to internally tell himself not to tell you how much he liked hearing you call him baby, “Keep going.”

He inches himself into you, slowly letting you adjust as he’s completely sheaths inside of you, little grunts channeling out of his mouth as your walls flutter around the girth of him. The warmth and tightness of you is almost overwhelming, almost enough to milk him of his spend without him having to move.

His left hand moves up to your breast and gently rolls your puckered nipple between his finger and his thumb, bringing his mouth down to, sucking it gently for a few seconds before repeating his actions on the other one.

It’s only when you start begging him to move that he grinds his hips, his lips engulfing yours as he kisses your mouth with fervor, slowly, he begins dragging his cock in and out of your heat, pushing hard enough to reach that spot that has you seeing stars. Never before has penetrative sex ever felt so good for you; the only clitoral stimulation is the coarse patch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing your bundle of nerves. “Faster,” you beg, and he grunts in response, his hips moving faster and faster, and eventually, your own start to move quick enough to meet his. The feeling of him buried deep inside of you sends you over the edge, and you just about scream his name as you clamp down around him hard, your arousal gushing and flooding his cock and thighs. White hot pleasure courses throughout your body, and you swear you can feel him everywhere.

“Good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises over and over until he can’t take it anymore, and he’s filling you up - covering your fluttering walls with his cum, the heat of him making you moan in delight.

He collapses on top of you, making sure his arms bear the weight of him, his head buried into your neck, both of your chests heaving up and down as you try to regain your composure.

“Wow,” you eventually breathe out, “That was so much better than I’ve ever imagined.”

He chuckles into the soft skin of your neck and slowly brings his face up to yours, “How often have you imagined it?”

“Shut up, Marcus Pike,” you giggle as you pull him in for a kiss.

He pulls away and sits back on his haunches, looking down at you, hair tousled, skin glistening with a shimmering layer of sweat, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know? You are gorgeous, bunny.”

You bite your lip as he gets up and makes his way into the en-suite bag to grab a damp cloth to clean you up, biting down the urge to compliment how cute his butt is as he does so.

The gentle way he cleans you up makes your chest fill with warmth. He took extra care whilst dragging it, wiping it against your clit, and then he climbed into bed behind you and held you as you both drifted off to sleep.

He held you tighter than you’d ever been held, and you slept more comfortably than you have in a long time.

“Shit,” you hiss at the sight of his alarm clock reading 4:28 pm. “Marcus, baby,” you murmur as you shuffle around in his arms to face him, covering his face in little kisses to wake him up, “Baby, your parents will be back soon, and I’ve gotta get home.”

He groans before pulling you closer to him, and you giggle at his softness. “Could keep you snuggled up in my bed forever,” he says, kissing you between every word.

You hum back, “And when you go back to DC tomorrow evening, and your parents find me in your bed, how do I explain that?”

“Well, I’d just have to take you back with me,” he says with a wink.

You both dress in silence, stealing the occasional glance before continuing to straighten yourselves out.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks whilst reaching his hand out for you to take.

“Are you calling me sweetheart to get me back into your bed, Agent Pike?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “Call me that again, and I drop to my knees right here, sweetheart.”

“Mhm, good to know what gets you going, Agent,” you wink.

The radio hums quietly on the drive back, he’d agreed to drop you off at the playground again but said he wouldn’t move until you texted him once you’re back inside your house, and you rolled your eyes but agreed.

His hand rests comfortably on your thigh, squeezing gently every now and then. It isn’t until he pulls up to the spot he’d picked you up at that he begins to speak.

“I don’t want you to think I’m saying this for selfish reasons or because of what happened between us, but I really think you should consider interviewing in DC,” he says before interlocking his fingers in yours. “You shouldn’t miss opportunities because the people you love are guilt-tripping you into staying close. But you also shouldn’t do things because other people are telling you to. I just think you should really think about it. Think about where’s best for you and for your career.” He brings your hand up to his lips, softly kissing the back of it.

You offer him a wide smile in response and nod a few times before giving him one last kiss, “Will I see you before you leave?”

“I was really hoping so,” he answers with a grin, “Breakfast?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Text me the second you’re inside?”

“I promise,” you reply with another eye roll, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

You skip back towards the house, only turning to give him a little wave once, and the second you’re inside and kicking off your shoes, you send him the text you’d promised.

“Finally,” your mom calls out from the kitchen, “It’s after five.”

“You know I’m well into my twenties, Mom,” you shoot back as she gives you the once over, “I don’t need to be coddled.”

“No one is coddling you, bunny, you just need to be more mindful about coming and going while you’re staying in our house.”

You scoff at her words, anger boiling in your stomach as her insistence that you move back home after you graduate replays in your mind.

“I moved back because you practically gave me no other choice,” you say as you start to walk back out of the kitchen, resisting the urge to groan as you hear her footsteps right behind you, “I’m not going to argue with you, mama, but I’m also not going to let you dictate my life. I said no to California and Montana because of you, but I’m not going to miss the opportunity to work in DC.”

“He’s 12 years older than you, bunny,” she says with a raised eyebrow, “Let's not pretend that the job is the real reason you’re considering DC.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can see the playground from the kitchen window, I saw you get out of his car.”

You scoff and turn on your heels as you march up to your bedroom.

You pace around for a few moments, not sure what you want to do, and then you’re doing it.

Dialing the number that you’ve had written down on a post-it and pressed against your mirror for almost a week.

“Hello, can I speak with Eleanor Smith?” You ask with a shaky breath.

Within two minutes, you have settled on a date to interview, the following Monday at 10 am sharp at FBI headquarters in DC.

No matter what happens, no matter whether you get offered the position or not, you’re standing your ground and taking charge of your own career - without anyone else in mind.

Marcus texts you a few times throughout the evening, his family occupying all his time and dragging him out for dinner on his last night before flying back to DC.

You decide you’ll inform him that you’re interviewing at breakfast.

You meet him in the same spot he dropped you off, sliding into the passenger seat and greeting him with a kiss.

“Hey,” you murmur against his lips.

“Hi, baby.”

He drives you to a breakfast diner, and you settle into the booth in front of him.

“Excited to get home?” You ask as he skims through the menu.

“Excited to sleep in my own bed, I guess,” he says with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“Mhmm,” you hum as sadness fills out across your chest, “Do you ever miss it here?”

He clicks his tongue before looking up at you, “Sure, I do. I mean, I miss the people, the familiarity and stuff… But sometimes, it’s nice to be away from it all. There is shit here that haunts me every time I come back, but there is also a lot of stuff that I'm really fucking happy to see as well. I know in my head and my heart that right now, DC is where I need to be.”

You nod your head a few times before glancing down at the menu despite having already decided on blueberry pancakes.

“Did you think about it at all?” He asks as he scans the menu again.

“Yes,” you answer, unsure of whether you’re ready to tell him about the interview.

He talks to you about his job, his apartment, and about his partner at work. You hang off every word, asking questions, him countering with his own every time you hit him with a new one.

Before you know it, you’ve been there for over two hours, and he’s becoming more and more cautious of the time and that he needs to pack his stuff ready for his flight and pop around to his siblings and see his nieces and nephews before he goes home.

He insists on paying for breakfast and refuses your offer of leaving the tip. He holds your hand as you make your way back to his car, and he walks around to the passenger side and opens your door for you, stealing a long and passionate kiss before you climb in and closes the door for you.

An air of awkwardness haunts the ride back to your house, his hand rests on your thigh as it had done the last few trips in his car, and he gives you those reassuring squeezes every time he senses you need it, but it feels different.

“I-uh-” you start to say as he pulls up to the bottom of your drive. He foregoes dropping you off down the block a little, and you lose your nerves and instead wish him a safe flight and hope to see him again at Christmas if he makes the trip back.

“I’m going to miss you, bunny,” he admits with a slight smile, “Can't believe I've been so in the dark over all of this.”

You shrug your shoulders and lean over to kiss him, “Well, at least you know now. You can always give me a call on those lonely nights.”

“What about the nights when I just need to hear your voice?”

Your heart stutters in your chest, you didn’t expect that, and you bite down on your lip to suppress the words threatening to spill out.

“You can call me anytime.”

He kisses you again, neither of you caring about the fact that you’re right outside of your house.

“See you, Marcus Pike.”

“See you, sweetheart.”

Those scenes from those terrible Hallmark movies where the guy or girl runs through the airport play on a loop in your mind.

It’s not quite like that.

Instead, it’s your dad speaking up for you as your mom scoffs and tuts at you for taking your future into your own hands. Booking a last-minute trip that you barely had time to pack for and your Dad driving just a little over the speed limit to ensure you don’t miss your flight.

It’s looking around the departure lounge for a sight of him that you never catch and spending the short time in the airport trying to work out if you’re even on the same flight as him.

He told you that he turns his phone onto airplane mod the second he steps into the airport, being self-conscious that he’ll forget to once he boards his plane, so you aren’t surprised when all of your calls go straight to voicemail.

You board the plane almost last, scanning the aisles for him and breathing out a disappointed sigh as you reach your seat, and you’ve still not spotted him.

Anxiety rises in the pit of your stomach as the plane takes off, and you realize that you’ve yet to book a hotel and or a rental car in DC.

It eases about an hour and forty-five minutes in - once the seatbelt signs have been switched off and a movie you’re not really paying attention to officially bores you to the point of no return.

He’s stalking down the aisle, staring down at the floor as he makes his way to his seat, which is four rows in front of your own.

You sit for about twenty-five minutes trying to work out what to say, and eventually, you give up, just unbuckling your seatbelt and taking a few tentative steps until you’re standing at the end of his aisle.

He glances up, clearly thinking you're a stewardess, and he gets ready to politely wave you away before he does a double take and rips out his earbuds.

“I-uh, I have a big interview for this incredible opportunity on Monday, and I completely forgot to book a hotel and a rental car… Any chance you could help me out?”

Butterflies take flight in your tummy as that gorgeous dimple makes an appearance, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he nods, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

#marcus pike #pedro pascal #marcus pike smut #Marcus pike fic #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike x oc #the mentalist fanfiction #the mentalist #my fanfiction #my fanfic #pedro pascal characters

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nepenthean-sleep · 23 days

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Hey hey! For the character meme Gideon!

hello thanks for the ask :)

favorite thing about them i love how she speaks. someone said once that everything she says is like the wrong option in a video game dialogue choice list. all of tamsyn's characters have incredible dialogue but gideon is so goddamn funny especially. like it wraps around from being cringe to being funny again. her narration is excellent.

least favorite thing about them i'm gonna say what i said for harrow, everything about her makes sense for her character and her role in the story.

favorite line given the first answer here you can imagine this is extremely difficult for me. however. i'm going to go with a decidedly unfunny one from chapter 25 of ntn because it makes me feel insane.

Nona had never seen anyone so sad in her whole short life. It made her nearly afraid to die. “Nobody locks me up anywhere,” said Kiriona.

she says!!! while locked in her corpse by her dad!! after being locked in harrow's brain for a year by harrow!! after being locked in drearburh for 18 years by the ninth!! ohhhhhhh my god

brOTP sorry i'm going with gideon and ianthe because they hate each other and i just find that endlessly amusing

OTP griddlehark sweep

nOTP don't really have one, just don't like when she's shipped with men

random headcanon after she goes to canaan house she starts getting freckles because it's her first time in sunlight

unpopular opinion idk i don't really see people talking about this much but like she's an asshole. she has a mean-spirited streak. and like yeah i guess if your opponent in the cartoonishly evil contest is harrow it's gonna make gideon look like a much better person but like. idk everyone was shocked by her being a dick in ntn but it's not really that different from how she was before?

also i really really hate the fandom himboification of her turning her into a one-dimensional horny fuckboi vehicle for harrow to have 36 orgasms or whatever. or the opposite where they make her a loyal idiot golden retriever. butches often have personalities that are not either of these things, actually!

song i associate with them it is 100% absolutely from hell with love and sweet true lies, both by beast in black. not only do they sound like songs i think gideon would listen to, like, the lyrics are so.

Killed my light To serve your delight Now see me ripped apart Ripped apart

Another voiceless cry Another hopeless try I wish you'd open your wings and take me inside From hell with love I write Confess my passion crime Cause to my heart, soul and mind, you are kryptonite Oh babe

like cmon.

Baby, baby tell me more of your lies Say you want me for a lifetime I believe you even when I know it's a lie Love's so blind Sweet true lies

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! thank you @oceanwrath for introducing me to these songs with your tlt art.

favorite picture of them again i can't choose just one there's so much good art in this fandom but my favorites are this FUCKING STUNNING kiriona piece by @nil-elk and this amazing one by @battletailors and this incredible piece by @notedchampagne and this one by @may12324 and this one by oceanwrath and listen ok i just really really like gideon nav 😭

thanks for the ask!

#gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #ask games #neph.txt

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sofia-not-sophie · 24 days

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In honor of Jason's death day I am posting a bit of a wip that will eventually turn into a Red Hood Bruce AU. (Yes there is only half an hour left today shhhh). Let me know if anyone would be interested in reading more of this kind of thing!! (Character Death tw for the whole of the text coming up, also minor panic attack of a non pov character)

Presenting:

Crossing That Line

Dick frantically punched his security code and the code for the watchtower into the zeta. Batman had sent multiple distress signals using his justice league and batcave beacon in the last ten seconds. Then all of his biometrics trackers went offline and new distress beacons stopped coming in. Bruce had been dealing with a justice league level threat for the past few days, so Dick had been taking the opportunity of a Bruce-less manor to spend time with Jason. He wasn’t looking forward to staying to babysit an injured Bruce, but at the same time Bruce was his sort of not really dad, right?

Dick wasn’t sure how long he had frozen once he saw the biometrics readings stop, but his training kicked in eventually and he was now on his way to see what he could do to help. Even if that was just standing by while someone else handled Bruce’s injuries.

He reached the watchtower and ran to the medical wing. The Justice League were all inside. Superman was sitting in a chair with yellow sunlamps trained on him, a bloody set of tears marring his suit, clearly his own blood, as Dick could see the injuries on his skin slowly healing themselves under the sunlight. He looked quite literally green around the gills, kryptonite then.

The others were around in various states of injured, but none of them were as severe as Superman’s injuries. Flash was helping Green lantern wrap a wound that probably had already been stitched up, but everyone else looked fine.

Then Dick noticed that Diana was standing at the end of a bed that had a sheet over it. There was clearly a body underneath. And Batman was the only person unaccounted for.

“Dick.” Clark said, his voice breaking.

Dick couldn’t say anything, he wordlessly moved over to the bed and pulled back the sheet. The cowl was still over Bruce’s face but it was severely damaged. Burns and scrapes and soot covered what parts of his face were visible. Dick put his ear by where Bruce’s heart should be and listened for a heartbeat.

Nothing.

Dick checked Bruce’s pulse.

Nothing.

“What happened?” Dick asked, becasue if he didn’t he might just get lost in his own thoughts and memories.

“Lex and the Joker.” Clark said, “They were making some sort of space laser together. I’m not sure to what end. I went to confront them while the others handled the guards. B, he went to dismantle the weapon. But there was a failsafe bomb. We couldn’t— We weren’t able to get to him. Not until after.”

A beep sounded someone arriving at the zeta station. A few seconds later Jason burst in in his full Robin outfit. Wait, Dick was still in his sweatpants. Not even a mask. What would Bruce say?

Dick wished he could hear Bruce tell him off for being in civilian clothes in the watchtower.

“I saw the distress record and your zeta logs.” Jason said, “What happened?”

“Jason.” Dick started and stopped, trying to put himself in between Bruce’s body and Jason.

“Can I at least see B? He’s my dad too you know.”

“Jason something really bad happened.” Dick felt the words spill out.

“What’s wrong? Where’s B?”

“He’s gone, Little Wing.” Dick bent down slightly to meet Jason’s eyes, or rather the white lenses of his mask, at level.

“No! He can’t be. He’s Batman.” Jason then seemed to notice Bruce’s still uncovered face on the bed. Jason ran the same tests that Dick had, adding in checking for breath fog on the edge of a batarang for good measure.

Jason finally pulled the sheet back over Bruce’s head and turned from the bed, he looked about three shades paler than normal. His breathing was racing and Dick noticed Clark looking at Jason with concern.

Shit. What did Bruce normally do to help with the panic attacks?

Dick silently tugged Jason to sit on the floor with his back against a wall. “Breathe, Jay. It’s gonna be alright.”

“Where am I going to go?” Jason whispered, still in a panic. It seemed to be more to himself than to Dick but Dick answered anyway.

“Breathe. You’re not going anywhere. You stay at the manor, I’ll move back in. You’re not going to get kicked out. Can you take a deep breath with me?”

Dick guided Jason’s hand to the front seam of the Robin costume so he could feel his own diaphragm move. Dick counted as he breathed in and out and slowly Jason’s breaths started to match his own.

“He’s gone.” Jason whispered.

Dick didn’t know what to say.

“How do we tell Alfred?”

Dick hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“I can tell him.” Clark said, “You kids shouldn’t have to worry about that.”

Dick nodded. Where was his voice? Part of him wanted to say that he should deliver it, he’s family, or maybe that he wasn’t a kid anymore.

“What do we do then?” Jason asked.

“Let’s go home and get you into some pajamas.” Clark said.

“I don’t want to leave him.” Dick said, looking at the sheet covering Bruce. “Alfred should have codes for the zeta to use in case of this specific issue. Have him bring the contingency files for a code dark night.”

Clark nodded and stood up. He still looked uneasy on his feet, but he got Jason to the zeta point. The rest of the League took the hint and made themselves scarce, leaving Dick alone with Bruce.

The sense of deja vu was sickening. It brought him back to the first minutes after his parents’ fall. Dick was the first one to get to them and for what felt like hours it was just him and his parents’ bodies in the middle of the ring. It hadn’t actually been that long until there were police and someone else in the circus, Dick couldn’t even remember who, was pulling him away and trying to comfort him. And then there was Bruce. Who Dick had talked to briefly that day, back then he had just been a random stranger offering condolences. Now…

Dick looked back at the sheet.

Bruce was dead.

What the hell was Dick supposed to do now?

#this is still wip so it's a bit messy still #but I wanted to share something since it's been forever since I've posted writing on here #Crossing that line au #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #jason todd #robin #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #dc comics #dc #appie is a writer!

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 5 months

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spinning q!quackity around in my head. like a leaf in the wind

As a person who loves descents into the underworld and journeys through character's psyches, this current series of q!Quackity's Tormentous Nightmare streams are my kryptonite. So, here's one pattern I've noticed about them:

In the first episode, qQ was confronted by a vision of Tilín about how he failed him. This isn't how Tilín really acts- during the dia de los muertos event, she forgave her actual killer. She would never tell her dad that he didn't deserve heaven, but that's what qQ's dream of his kid said to him.

In the second episode, qQ was confronted by a vision of Richarlyson. His adoptive son that he fought tooth and nail to get even a percentage of custody of, the kid that held onto his love for him through custody arguments and evil clones and stolen memories. qQuackity always cared about Richarlyson, but he was never able to be there for him like his other dads (mostly due to circumstances out of his control, like getting fucking kidnapped). During the episode, he fails to pay attention to his son, and destroys a statue of him. This damns him further.

And in tonight's episode, qQ saw a vision of Tallulah. More specifically, he saw a full illusion of a world where he was Tallulah's dad. Oscurucho told him to destroy that illusion in order to leave Hell. He couldn't do it.

Some people have taken this as a sign of his goodness- he wouldn't hurt Tallulah. He couldn't do it. Which is a fair way to think about it. But I kind of see it differently?

qQuackity has always had this deal where he idealizes things that never were, and tears himself apart over the things that really happened. See: the way he imagines his actual parenting of Tilín and Richarlyson in the worst light, but he places Wilbur Soot (a guy he's had a few mostly positive interactions with) at the top of his list of important people and pictures himself being a perfect father to Tallulah. So, on the one hand, his refusal to destroy the mimicry of his could-have-been daughter shows a level of care for her. On the other hand, it's also another failure- If he got rid of the imaginary Tallulah who was his daughter, let that false future go, he'd (allegedly) get to return to earth and see the real Tallulah. But he couldn't go through with that. He just pleaded with Oscurucho, let me be happy.

In every single episode so far, qQuackity has been set up to lose. He follows Oscurucho's instructions and breaks the Richarlyson statue? Hell awaits. He rebels against Oscurucho's instructions and refuses to destroy illusionary Tallulah? Hell awaits. At every turn, his failures are thrown in his face. Proving that he couldn't be a good father. Proving he has to stay in Hell longer.

and if we take this as an Oscurucho-influenced coma dream.

The core thesis of this man's nightmares are that he deserves damnation.

What the fuck?? What the fuck? Who the fuck hurt you, qQuackity?? Besides the federation and your evil clone and that one time you were shot point blank with a gun and

#qsmp #love getting to see the inside of a character's mind and it's just. damn you live like this??#qquackity #q!quackity #quackity #this got long ASJSJS #i'm just buzzing with thoughts. a small hive of bees has been shoved in my brain and they only say “what the fuck is qquackity's deal”

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lurkingshan · 11 months

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10 Things I Love About Go Ahead

This is all @ginnymoonbeam’s fault. I was just minding my business, clowning around, and she whispers in my ear: There’s this great cdrama I got into. It’s about a found family formed from broken families. There are adorable motherless children. There are loving dads. They’re going deep on intergenerational trauma and they’re doing it right. I can’t stop watching it. I have a problem and it’s time for it to be your problem, too. (I’m pretty sure she said all that).

And because this kind of epic family drama is my emotional kryptonite, I absolutely could not resist. And thus, I spent the last two weeks weeping and wailing and rending my garments over one of the best family dramas I have ever seen. In my entire life. And I have watched a lot of them, folks, not even counting the western ones!

So I’m here to pay tribute to this absolutely beautiful show, and hopefully drag a few more folks into the absolute agony and ecstasy of this watch experience. Tagging @waitmyturtles and @neuroticbookworm in particular, who I’ve already bullied into watching this once their current drama projects end, @midnight-sun16 my fellow cdrama enjoyer, @troubled-mind my R88 bud, and @wen-kexing-apologist and @emotionallychargedtowel because I know they love a good intergenerational trauma yarn. So here we go: 10 (spoiler free!) things I love about Go Ahead.

These precious babies

Left to right, that’s He Ziqiu, Li Jianjian, and Ling Xiao. They met as tiny children and are siblings by choice, not blood. They are fiercely protective of one another and their chosen family unit. And they love each other so much it absolutely will cause you to burst into tears at random intervals.

My two dads

There are two biological fathers in the mix in our little family: Li Haichao and Ling Heping, aka Li Dad and Ling Dad. They’re not a couple, but rather two single dads who have decided to raise their kids together as one family unit. They love all their children equally regardless of blood ties, and while they show up for them in very different ways, they are both excellent fathers who never let them down when it counts.

A keen understanding of intergenerational family dynamics and how we pass our trauma on

This show is deeply interested in exploring the old maxim that hurt people hurt people, particularly in the context of intergenerational families and parent-child relationships. I don't want to say a lot more because you should get to see the various plotlines that dig into this theme unfold organically. But you can trust me that this show takes it seriously and knows exactly what it's doing with these stories.

The absolute respect for chosen family

I lost count of how many times this show explicitly affirmed the legitimacy of chosen families. The first (of many) times I burst into tears watching was in just such a scene. Our characters are often met with skepticism and confusion over their family unit, and they are not having it. It's really lovely how committed they are to loving and choosing each other despite societal norms and outside judgment.

Excellent side characters treated with dignity

This gif here is of my best girl Mingyue, who is one of many excellent side characters in this drama. In this show, everyone matters and everyone has a story, and the show treats even the antagonist characters with dignity and empathy. Often the sides get their own plots that are in fact quite important to the themes - no wasted time here (which is really saying something for a 40 ep cdrama).

Female friendship for the win!

Adult Jianjian lives with her longtime best friends Qi Mingyue and Tang Can, and the show delves into their friendship dynamics and the complicated twists and turns that spring up as they get older, begin careers, and start crushing on the same boys. I love the way they look out for one another, I love the way they fight, I love the way they give each other shit, I love the way they support each other. They feel very real as longtime besties who have become family.

Nuanced exploration of difficult mothers

I'm gonna let you find out who this is on your own, but I'll say this: the show has three distinct plot lines that explore mother-child relationships, and every single one is a banger. These mothers are difficult, their choices are suspect, their motives are complex, their behavior is frustrating as hell. Where you come down on how redeemable each of them is will really be up to you, but the show gives you plenty to chew on and invites you to look upon them if not with understanding, at least with as much empathy as you can muster. I'm gonna be thinking about these moms for weeks.

Sibling dynamics done right

The way these three interact, I tell you. They've grown up together, and so they have the bond of lifetime familiarity, but they also have no actual blood ties, so they must choose over and over again to be each others' family. And they always do, even when life makes it really hard for them to protect their closeness. Watching them find their way to each other and sink into their comfortable family dynamics is always a delight. There are also some key differences in the relationship dynamics between each pair of them, which the show explores extensively. Which brings me to...

A sweet and cozy romance

This is not a spoiler - the show tells you it's coming in the opening credits. And so instead of playing a Reply 1988 style game of who's it gonna be you know from the start who it's gonna be and the fun part is taking the journey to get there (though you can amuse yourself trying to figure out which of the child actors is going to grow into this tall drink of water). Let me be clear, though - this show is not a romance. The romance plot line is very well done, but it is mostly there as another means to explore the family dynamics and how they are affected by this major change in one of the core relationships.

Emotionally intelligent writing that never falters

If you've been following me for any length of time, you know how much I care about quality writing in my dramas. And this drama has some of the best writing I've seen in a family show, particularly in the emotional intelligence behind all the character interactions. The show will surprise you sometimes, but never because the characters act in ways you don't expect or that feel wrong. The writing is assured and the show never loses its grip on who each of these characters is at their core. You can sit back, trust that you are in good hands, and enjoy the emotional roller coaster all the way to the end.

#go ahead #intergenerational trauma challenge #WATCH IT FAM #cdrama #10 things #shan shouts into the void

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suzukiblu · 9 months

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Yes these options are basically all based off canon-smashes of various continuities, most of them are either Kon-centric or heavily involve him, and no I am not sorry. I will never, ever be sorry. ❤

Other included characters: Tim Drake, Match, Jon Kent and Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Ma and Pa Kent, Billy Batson, Bernard Dowd, Bart Allen and Cassie Sandsmark, Kara Zor-El, Hope Taya and Mercy Graves, Lois goddamn Lane, and natch Lex "I'm not calling my own damn son Superboy" Luthor.

Oh and, you know, Clark too.

Also like, this list runs the gamut from soulmate AUs to preteen adoptive-dad Billy Batson to weird alien biology to sexuality/gender crisises to Tim Drake's total lack of chill, so like, something for everyone here! And also a couple of takes on people ride-or-die committing to raising the clone kid they did not intentionally sign up for right, of course, including Ma and Pa Kent, Lex Luthor, and Hope and Mercy.

(Billy signed up intentionally, though. Billy is all in on this shit. Billy's got Justice League child support and a reasonably pure heart and no shame whatsoever about lying through his teeth to every legal adult who might think a magical twelve year-old orphan maaaaaybe shouldn't have legal custody of an angsty teenage Superman clone.)

And Clark, again. Also Clark again. It's fine, Lois will be on deck to back him up when he inevitably panic-kidnaps both his teenage clones.

#rintalk #rinpoll #why yes this IS what I'm doing instead of having a birthday party #no shame no regrets lol

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invisible-pink-toast · 10 days

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k so why did the advertising in the flash movie heavily focus on kara when she was barely in the movie only to die??

i was bombarded with advertisements for the flash when it was coming out - and it was almost all barry running and kara showing up in her suit and using her heat vision. i can't even remember if the other timeline barry or batman show up in the ads (either batman version).

i had no desire to watch the movie, but thought it was great that supergirl was back on the big screen in such a major movie. and having her be so different to previous version was so cool - she's latino! she's more masc looking!

anyway it was my dad's birthday and he wanted to watch the flash but i cannot believe how disappointed i was with kara's treatment?

not kara herself - sasha did an amazing job (especially considering), sad but interesting backstory, intriguing character, she's badass and conflicted and has a cool suit.

but she only shows up like over an hour and a half into the movie!? she has what, maybe 15 lines? if i'm being generous. in her first fight she decimates her captors despite being seriously depleted - in her second (and last) fight she's kicking zod's ass only to have him Suddenly Win. for plot reasons. and brutally murder her on screen.

zod stabs kara with some deus ex machina weapon that he's apparently saved until now and it just makes her completely helpless. and then she's stabbed again by some experimental tech and has her blood drained. and then she dies.

despite being... kryptonian. like was it a kryptonite weapon? that wasn't made clear. she survived decades in captivity surrounded by kryptonite but This Weapon is what gets her. despite the sun. idk.

And if that wasn't insulting enough - she dies again. and again. and again. because barry 2.0 can't accept her death and keeps going back in time to change it. there's a montage of kara dying. in different ways. sometimes not even with the stabbing thing? she's just suddenly outmatched?? barry gets stabbed by the kryptonian weapons and just keeps going.

og batman dies twice - being blown up and then dying in the arms of his friend. he gets his moment, he gets his last lines. kara never gets that. kara always dies alone, her body lying on the ground in display of barry's "failure".

and then she's not mentioned again?? because the movie doesn't think she matters at all! only in relation to barry's story!

it's such a textbook example of the 'women in refrigerators' trope and it's so fucking annoying that this trope is still used, especially in superhero media! so incredibly sexist and ridiculous - poor writing and poor character treatment.

i have very little faith that the dc movies could do any justice to kara after this, but saying that they Are going to make a supergirl movie and not even telling sasha if she's going to be cast in it or not like how dirty can you do this poor actor who quite frankly was already the best part of your basic movie?

#ffff the more i think about it the madder i get #supergirl #kara zor el #sasha calle #anti the flash movie #dc #women in refrigerators #death mention #my meta #my post

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I really enjoy your fics. What kind of fics do you enjoy in the fandom? Do you have any fic recs?

aww thank you so much. 🥰

i've been a big slacker keeping up with fics lately because work's been crazy for me BUT i tend to pretty much only read loustat because i'm... boring? i guess? lol. i love an AU setting and i do like to read a bit of angst because i'm never going to write it so it's a nice departure from my candy-coated fics. 🤣 however i am a slut for a happy ending for the most part.

ooh! recs! yes! (this will be long and it's not even going to do justice to how many INCREDIBLE fics are out there)

"I try to be the chill girl, but honestly, I'm not." by pocketsun loustat trying to be friends with benefits. i am a simple woman with simple romcom tastes. i love this trope and i loved this fic. 10/10 (cannot recommend pocketsun's present day fics enough)

"Days Of Beauty" by lesfleursrouges i will always sit my ass down for a 5 +1 fic. this is the only loustat one i've come across so far. and it's perfect. hot, sexy, sweet, devastating.

"cord of communion" by themasterletters listen this fic updated DAILY and i would just refresh ao3 by the hour when i got home from work waiting for the next chapter. dopamine hit every time. there's a reason this fic is so popular. superb writing.

"The Saint" by dirtygoldensoul is cheating okay? no. is cheating okay when louis and lestat do it? yes! no but in all seriousness, this fic is just such a great, engaging story. the build up in this is A+.

"Part of Your World" by weathermood i went a little cuckoo bananas (affectionate) with every chapter of this fic. like, gasping and giggling with every turn. i NEVER thought i would ever read a fantasy AU like this (and yes, i recognize that they are normally vampires lol) simply because i had not dabbled in it in the past, but i'm so glad i did. WOOO BOY it's hot.

"Wishful Desires" by DolphinSpirit deeply obsessed with single dad louis in this-- it's like my kryptonite. this fic is fun, it's soothing, it's so bingeable. there's definitely angst, but this feels like a big hug.

"blood of my blood, bone of my bone" by deadcryptid i've never gotten into outlander, but this AU was so wonderfully written. i love an "oh no we HAVE to get married" situation.

"do wrong right" by sightetsound a little missing scene, if you will. a missing scene we all wanted to see. this is the best fan service. short and sexy. read it! read it now! "Backslide" by emofujoshi (WIP) this fic is insane and i mean that in the best way possible. i'm like a rabid dog whenever it updates. loustat is just so in character in this AU. incredible.

"reformation" by verseau (WIP) the dialogue in this is SO FUCKING GOOD...PHEW. this fic is dark, painful, sexy, fun, wild, etc. the smut has me....clutching my metaphorical pearls.

#ask #anon #long answer oops sorry lol #loustat fics #fic recs #iwtv fic recs #sorry i wish i could rec everything #there really are so many great fics in the iwtv tags

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nkatr84 · 9 months

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My Adventures with Superman : Season 1 thoughts

So if you’ve been following me, you’ve might have noticed that I have chimed in now and again with a few jokey observations about the show My Adventures with Superman. But now that the show has wrapped season 1, I wanted to give my overall thoughts on the show.

Now I haven’t watched any DCAU movies or shows since the 90s Batman the Animated Series and Superman the Animated Series. From what I’ve gathered it’s mainly been offshoots of those original shows anyway. This show however has its own take on Superman’s origins. And what I’m about to state may be a controversial stance in the DC fandom.

I think this is probably the best adaptation of Superman since Christopher Reeves and Richard Donner brought the character to life. And the way they have written this Superman is possibly better than the Reeves/Donner version.

Let me explain. The way they wrote and the way Reeves played Superman is almost flawless. But this show has made me realize that most adaptations of Superman fall into the trap of treating Superman and Clark Kent as two different characters. Usually where Superman is his real personality but Clark is an act. Like Reeves plays Clark so goofy and comical (he was best friends with Robin Williams, no surprise) so that Superman seems like a different person to make it make sense why no one especially Lois would figure out the truth.

What makes this show stand out is that Superman is the hero he is because he’s Clark Kent. This show analyzes Clark as a person who just has to help. He has to be kind. He feels guilty if he doesn’t because he’s been given these powers and clearly the Kents have raised him to be kind and helpful to others because that’s what farming communities do when times are tough. They help each other.

He even exhausts himself when he develops super hearing because he can’t ignore a plea for help. (I had to save the cat!) He’s so honest that he’s actually bad at keeping secrets. Jimmy figured it out when they met but because he got to know who Clark was as a good person he waited until Clark was ready to tell him. (Jimmy rocks BTW. He deserves that $5 million and I hope he invests wisely.) This Lois figured out his secret faster than any of the League of Lois did. But the truth only frees Clark to be even more himself and allow Lois and Jimmy to get close after a childhood where he was afraid of getting close to anyone for fear of hurting them.

Speaking of the way his powers developed over time and how the writers have kept his origin a mystery to Clark himself is perfection. Jor-El’s consciousness in the hologram not speaking the same language only adds to the mystery. Like a DC fan is screaming at Clark in the finale going, “no! He’s your Dad! He sent you to Earth to save you!” (Me. I’m that fan.) But the language barrier has made Clark think he was born to be a weapon. A thought that terrifies him. But like the Kryptonite, Clark is going to take what should weaken him and turn it into a strength by resolving to use his powers to protect the Earth. He’s choosing to be Earth’s champion not because the ghost of his birth Father is telling him he should, but because it’s who he is.

My only criticism of the show is the pace. Like everything is fast forward in the show because I’m sure the creators were like, “okay we know we might get two seasons but we’re only getting ten episodes a season. So if we want to tell the story we need to tell, we have to skip the usual story beats.” Because current studio executives (especially Warner Brothers) hate animated shows for some reason.

But the fact that this show not only understands Superman perfectly but the main trio is adorable and the show is funny and charming and beautifully animated. To a point where my main criticism boils down to I want more means that they are doing something right.

#tv thoughts #my adventures with superman #maws spoilers #maws #maws clark kent #maws jimmy olsen #maws lois lane #maws superman

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sometimesanalice · 4 months

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🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Jordan, you without a doubt already know my kryptonite!

I get so incredibly soft about anything involving Bradly being deployed during all those years before he found his Dagger family.

Or when he's deployed for long stretches after he's found his person.

Or when I think about him on his own after his mom died and his dad (that's his dad that's his dad that's his dad) "betrayed" him and pulled his papers.

Or when I think about him having a family of his own when he thought he'd never get the chance.

Or (a bonus combo) when I think about him being deployed during Sweet Girl's first pregnancy (a love he never expected, a life he never expected, and then after them trying and hoping and waiting, he doesn't get to be there for every second of it the way he wants to be? brb crying)

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#ask game answers #fic ask game #ask game

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