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tw. MINORS DNI, afab/fem reader, just... filth 🤠 but ends with fluff tho, unprotected sex, needy jing yuan with his morning wood but even needier y/n hehe, creampie, soft jingyuan <33, not the first time for y/n n jingyuan, potential grammar errors
notes. i'm supposed to be doing assignments rn but this thought has been STUCK in my head for days n i ust gotta get it out
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I wager that Jing Yuan likes his mornings slow and peaceful, not loud and rushed. He enjoys taking his sweet time in getting ready no matter the time he wakes up at, and this proves to be true when you hear his hoarse whisper by your ear and the kisses he leaves by your neck, trailing from your ear to your shoulders.
Soft and sweet whispers exchanged in the dark of your room, it's barely 5 and you could feel the cold air brush across your entrance, leaving you to cling onto your pillows at the coldness while a leg remains clinging around the man's leg.
He moves the tip of his member slowly along the lines of your fold, quietly enjoying the sound of the wetness of it before slowly pushing himself into you. The sudden fullness leaves the both of you breathless, heaving as the general gently slides further into you, a hand grabbing your ass to spread you wider from the back.
His movements were slow and steady, each drag of his cock around your walls leaves you wanting more and more. With each slide he does, his hands start to roam around across your body, travelling from your waist to your hips and to your perked mounds. He groans each time you pulse around him, sucking and letting him go again and again. God it felt so good, it felt amazing to finally calm his morning ache. And perhaps he hopes that you'll feel good now that he places his fingers on your swollen bud, rubbing circles while he continues his long and slow strokes.
"Jing- Jing Yuan!" He scoffs at your gasp, finding your moans fueling his arousal again. You were close, and he knew, yet by the time you start to clench tighter around his thick length, he pauses, pulling his finger away to have them be buried in your warm mouth.
"Taste yourself." The general heaves out, himself twitching at the feel of your tongue swirling around his digits. "So needy, wanting more of my cock even in the morning."
"Says the one who's even needier than me, isn't that right- hmp! Mr. General?"
He chuckles. "Don't worry, after this, I'll give you more of me tonight, hm?" A smile plays on your lips as he pushes himself in further, deeper, before pulling out, then slamming into you. "Ugh- What do you say?" A yelp echoes into the dark of your room as he does it again. You nod pathetically as he begin moving your bodies, resulting in you now being higher. This time, Jing Yuan's gotten you laid above him, your naked body exposed to the cool air in your room.
"Oh... baby, 's so good- so cold." Your moans mixes in with his groans while you grind yourself on him, his hands moving around over your body to leave you more sensitive, more needy just like him. His member swirling and swirling around inside of your pussy leaves you wanting more, and it leaves you falling short of breath even more-
"Ah!"
Both of you exclaimed when his cock pops out of you, the sudden emptiness leaves you whining while he hisses as his length was now exposed to the cool air, now that your warmth no longer surrounds his cock anymore.
"Come."
He quietly commands, and now the two of you are laid by your sides, the position was the same as before, except that now the two of you are facing each other. You pull your leg over his hip as he lines himself against your core, his hands now rest themselves on your hips before pulling you in. Sighs and moans fall out from the two of you, as his movement stays all the same, slow, just to drag himself along the linings of your tight walls.
The more Jing Yuan slides himself in and out of you, you find yourself clinging on to him by his shoulders, your lips making their way to his panting ones, molding together from time to time. Soon, the focus wasn't even on your kiss and how you whine when he swirls his tongue around with yours. The knot in his stomach grew and he doesn't hesitate to speed up his thrusts, now slamming himself into you at a much quickened pace.
"Y/n," he groans, pursing his lips as he feels you swallowing him harder, tighter. The sound of skin slapping grows louder and louder, mixing into the entire room along with your moans and pants. "Think I'm- gonna come. Gonna fill you up, yeah? Gonna make you so full of my cum."
"Hm! Fill me up, okay? Fill me so full baby, make me feel so, so full!" You cried out into his neck, feeling yourself bounce at each thrust he gave into you. Jing Yuan pecks your cheek before pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapped around your head and waist as his thrusts were now becoming frantic and short, leaving little to no time for you to register each pump. All he felt was just how good you're clenching around him, how warm and tight you're sucking him in.
"Oh yeah... baby- more, more!" Your whines only tip him too close to the edge, until he gives one more thrust-
Your bodies come to a sudden, calm stop, only leaving the sound of soft "ah"s and "oh"s hanging in the air as he feels himself twitching inside of you, pumping out loads and loads of his seed into your hole as he thrusts into you once, then twice more.
Carefully, he rests you on your back while you watched as his body towers over you, your body twitching in response to each pump of his load that's still shooting out. He pulls out, eliciting sighs from the two of you before he hovers down, wrapping his arms around you in attempt to hug. Jing Yuan breathes in the scent of your hair, relaxing into the way your hand plays his long white locks. "Good morning. I love you."
Rolling your eyes, you huff out at the feel of his seed dripping out of you. "I love you too, honey. Y'know you could at least wish me good morning before we do it right?"
"... Maaaaaaybe!"
"Huh??"
He laughs on top of you, causing bubbles of laughter to erupt from you at his silliness. You're unsure of what to do with this general, which is one of the reasons why you've married him in the first place.
Once your laughter dies down, you sigh, cradling his face before planting a kiss on his lips. "Go. Go get ready, I'll join you later once I've finished boiling the water."
He buries his face further into your neck, planting kisses along your jawline. "No."
"You're gonna be late!"
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sonderance · 1 year
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Your life is all about the things that you experience. Your memories are your stories, and your dreams are your ideas patiently waiting to be brought to fruition.
You have your own morales, values, beliefs, understandings, perspectives, and opinions. The way you see the world and how you react to it is what makes you so unique; what you perceive, is what you believe. Your understanding of everything that you know begins with your perception, and what you ultimately believe is defined by your experience. You are an intellectual entity, and you have the power to formulate your own beliefs. You are capable of creating your own understanding of something you don't comprehend by utilizing your arsenal of past experiences and credence . You establish familiarity in something unknown by finding similarities between the knowledge you have, and the knowledge you seek. You are an extension of the universe, and you possess within you the same level of intricacy as the stars. The most complex creation in existence is your consciousness, and when you implement it's potential, you can create your own reality. You can interpret the world anyway you please to, and you don't have to conform to common beliefs. You are a free spirit, with zero obligations to accept things without questioning them. You must be extraordinary and curious. Curiosity is such a basic component of our cognition that we are nearly oblivious to its pervasiveness in our lives. You must paint your own picture in this life.
-My thoughts at 3:09AM on December 12th, 2022
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whatkindofnameisella · 3 months
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can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.
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anneapocalypse · 1 year
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So, just curious how many writers and creators will have to be forcibly outed by relentless harassment before we acknowledge that "This queer characters was written by a cishet person and that's why they're bad" is not good criticism.
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elodieunderglass · 3 months
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Horror isekai where Perceiving the Weird Eldritch Thing gets you catapulted into a nightmare labyrinth of puzzle-solving.
I.e Those Who Perceive The Hunt of the Goblin King Must Partake In The Labyrinth and Can Only Be Freed If They Complete It In One Day and One Night. By Fae Law. For Reasons.
But the definition of “perception” clearly needs to be updated because some normal guy simply films the Hunt of the Goblin King Behind Arby’s, and puts it on Facebook -
No, not instagram or TikTok, it’s important that it be Facebook -
Because the rules are pretty clear, “the rules are the rules” as is carved ominously in elvish runes above the grim gate, and the Contract is Sealed. and so therefore the guy and 25 of their most random real-life acquaintances must run the gauntlet together. It’s Some Guy, their immediate neighbors, their first partner’s mom, their friends from hobby Facebook groups (oh this poor guy and their hobbies; the elderly birdwatchers from Facebook and the young up-and-coming drag king community), their random teen kid niece, college friends, a dog who also watched the video, a couple consisting of a woman who is the guy’s Facebook friend and showed her husband the video, and the husband doesn’t even know Some Guy, so he’s in the labyrinth and absolutely furious about being forced to be involved, and they proceed to break up over the course of the puzzle.
It’s important that the narrative keeps trying to be a sexy dark horror isekai! but within this the comedic reality of Catherine, 52, the guy’s horse-riding instructor, being passionately involved in escape-room-style puzzle solving and grappling with minor goblins. They are in fact speedrunning the gauntlet.
The Goblin King finally has to say: all right, actually, I only really set all this up to fuck with one (1) guy at a time, thanks for your willingness to participate, but I think all 25 of you can consider the gauntlet fully run.
And the group would be quite hurt by that. The rules are the rules. We have a contract, actually. Let Catherine cook.
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chichikoi · 5 months
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jealousy, jealousy (?)
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synopsis: asking them for someone else's number. pairing: diluc, childe, al haitham, wriothesley x gn! reader fandom: genshin impact genre: fluff warnings: mentions of cheating, insecurity(?) a/n: my first smau :o definitely have something big planned, but this is me trying. hahehwehwjehjehe.
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bonus: kazuha !
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sorbeau · 1 month
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sketch i forgot to post from the latest ep
how bout them barons from the baronies huh
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aaaroace · 9 months
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aphobia is so funny to me. like. you’re mad just bc i refuse to have some bitches and just wanna do my thing?
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becca-e-barnes · 9 months
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
- 🍯
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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the machine.
a comic about being a 'creator' online.
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7ken3 · 1 month
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tw. MINORS DNI, fem/afab! reader, quite the buildup n plot, reader found out she has a thing for choking, bit of voyeurism, breast play, possibly ooc gallagher, oral (fem receiving), scratching, implied impact play, smut grows into fluff but with tiny bit of angst, protected sex, no proofreading cuz all done in one sitting teehee
notes. the things i want gallagher to do to me after that trailblazer quest... like the new update just made me go full on feral thoughts for him
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Gallagher reminds me of that neighbour that has been living beside you for years, that neighbour who he, kinda unfortunate for you, has seen everything, from your past lover storming out of your house, to your coos echoing in your house directed to your pet, to you walking out to pick up your order, and yada yada, you get it.
He has seen it all, heard it all.
And what he has heard from you ranges on a lot of contexts... let's say your laughter, your complaints, your cries, and also your cries — of pleasure.
What shocked you the most after living beside him, acknowledging each other's presence for more than half a decade, was the thought of him popping up in your mind while you were going at it. At first, you thought:
"Hey... this is... wrong! I shouldn't be thinking about my neighbour like that..."
But once he appears, then disappears, and when you thought that'd be final, there's the image again, but with him pressing you up against the wall, a hand carrying your leg while the other hand presses gently around your throat- Woah! Around... my throat?
It was all too good, all too... exciting, yet it's still bad.
Maybe just this once... it wouldn't hurt, right?
And just when Gallagher thought that this be the last time he'll hear your moans and begs through the wall separating your houses, your rooms, he finds himself in the same position again like the other night, his back leaning against the wall with a hand cupping his length as he strokes himself. He doesn't know why and not precisely when did he begin becoming aroused to the thought of you engulfed around his cock. Becoming so... accustomed to whatever this is.
He doesn't know when had he begin to start imagining your body bouncing on his member, or have you whine and cry as he pounds himself into you while having you spread open with your hands gripping the sheets above your head, telling him to don't stop.
He blames you that's for sure, and he blames himself too, mostly, for being attracted to you in the first place. At some point in time he wasn't sure if all this was just lust on your part, since this new stage where he finds your frequent moans and cries arousing was just a bonus point on his perspective.
Heck, it has come to a point where he has to double check in the morning when all strings of control broke loose from your offer one evening.
"You wanna try my dessert? It's my special and just... thought of sharing them with you!" You chimed, hands both clasping on the fence. It only takes for him to lean further in like he always does, for you to hitch a breath, for him to stare into those beautiful, glossy orbs of yours, and for two sentences to be exchanged:
"Why not, y/n? Bring them over later so we can enjoy them while we chat."
"Sure!"
God none of you knew that the moment after he opens the gates for you, closes the door behind him, and after you've placed your dessert on the counter, that it would be this... quiet.
The two of you stared at each other, being a meter apart at the moment feels... daunting enough for the both of you. What if he steps closer? Would he scare you off and ruin the vibe? Or what if you stepped closer and close the distance, just to go along with your fantasies and fulfil your subconscious longing that has grown over time for him.
Then your bodies clashed, as if both minds were on the same wavelength about the same thing, your hands fumbled across your clothes, the two of you not sure where to begin. He was yearning and you were craving for each other's touch.
The room now fills with pants, your hands slid up to his chest and to his stubbled jaw, his hands squeezes your waist before venturing down to grope your ass. You swear that the further your bodies press against each other it might soon become one.
"Gallag-" your hand cradles his neck, "-gher", as your right leg lifts up, your lips molding together with his before he hoists you up to wrap your legs around him. It was all too fast, all too fast that you're both in his bedroom, clothes messily and not even completely torn off each other. He gazes dreamily at you, admiring your body under the warm evening light, how the sunset orange hue washed over your body, eccentuating the curves and dents of your perked mounds.
Was this even reality?
Now that you're beneath him and how he has his clothed member pressed against your clothed sex. A moan slips off your lips as his calloused hands graze past your belly and up to grab your tits. He squeezes and jiggles them, playing and toying your bud until you're a squirming mess beow. Too much, this feeling you've thought of countless times begins to feel too much!
You arched your back in response, and he toys them further, rolling his thumbs on your buds before coming down to kiss you. He never thought he'll hear your moans this clearly in his ears, especially when he goes further down to suckle on your nipple while the other hand ventures further down, tracing patterns on your stomach before going lower and lower, until he decides to flick his tongue at your swollen bud due to how wet you've become. At this point he couldn't care how messily you're gripping his hair, he lowers his head down to the wet spot between your legs.
"How long have you been waiting for this?" He asks, chuckling at the sight.
You waste no time in replying to his question, "So long. So, so long, Gallagher."
"Ya know, y/n... I... nevermind." He whispers towards the end, not wanting to dwell on a possibility that might never happen.
What was he to you anyway? He was merely a neighbour, a friend, nothing more.
Even though the chemistry is strong, what type of chemistry is this? Based on lust? Based on cravings?
It isn't love, right?
"What is it?" Carefully, as if he might pull away, you try to move your hands to cup his face, only for him to press his face firmly onto your sex, your hands now carefully pinned by your sides. You buck your hips when you felt his wet, warm tongue pressing against your entrance. "Please- just- just-"
He retracts and hums before poking at your entrance again. The slight sensation leaves you whining before he releases your hands to hold onto your hip, the other pushing the fabric aside for him to swallow you whole in his mouth. He licks, sucks, nibble the side of your thighs. You taste even better than he had imagined, and he becomes more eager at each beg and cry he gets to pull out of your panting wet lips. He pauses for a moment, perhaps fearing he might go mindless into eating your wet pussy out.
"Tell me if you need me to stop," he pauses, hoping that he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable-"
"Gallagher." This time not caring to be gentle, you pull his face up, all he can do is to blink at you, wondering if he has ruined the mood, wondering the reason behind the firm tone of your voice. "I..."
Your pause only leaves him more nervous than he anticipated, he doesn't show it, yet his mind is running around the places right now. You? You what?
Watching as you grow hesitant, his voice now soft, asks out to you. "You...?"
"I want you."
His heart stops. I... want you?
"Y/n, really... Are you sure?"
"Yes, I want you. I need you."
Immediately he buries himself into the taste of your pussy, licking and sucking any liquid off your entrance. Your moans grow from begs and gasps to cries of gibberish, cries of how good he's making you feel.
The two of you went on and on, condom after condom, scratches after scratches. Hours went by, and rounds after rounds were done. By the time the two of you come for the umpteenth time, his bedsheets now become a mess as the both of you lay there, panting, heaving. The stings on your bodies now barely felt as a fog of satisfaction clouds your minds.
"I want you."
The words echo in his mind again, guess he might need to check again with you in the morning if you ever decide to stay over for the night tonight.
Though, he's now sure he doesn't have to when he realizes he has fallen all over again for you in the dark of his room tonight, turning his head at your call to find you gazing up at him, as if the stars were now a part of your irises. Your arms now loosely wrapped around his waist, your laid body snuggled much closer to his seated figure as a soft murmur slips out, now becoming a memento of tonight.
"Stay, Gallagher."
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asterwild · 3 months
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thevoidstaredback · 1 month
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Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant
Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.
So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.
Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.
Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.
At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.
Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.
Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.
The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.
The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)
Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!
Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!
"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.
Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."
"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."
"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."
"Excuse me?"
"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.
"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."
"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?
"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.
"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."
"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"
Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."
"Excuses."
"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."
"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."
"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."
"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."
"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."
Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.
The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.
Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."
Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."
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bitchthefuck1 · 1 year
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Something about how physically small Ellie looks in this episode just makes it all so much more intense. How little she is curled next to Joel, how big the rifle looks when she holds it, the way David is able to pick her up so easily. The contrast in the size of their hands when he's telling her that she, a 14-year-old, is his only equal, and how tiny hers look when she wraps her arms around Joel; the way his coat reaches her knees when he drapes it over her. Every second the camera spends on her is forcing you to look at how young she is and it just makes it all so much more awful.
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rosaacicularis · 3 months
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“you want a mending book, right?” scar asked, head peeking barely above the water, the gills on his neck still submerged in the water.
“if i were to want anything, it would be a mending book, yes.” grian cast his fishing rod back out into the water, his voice was careful and hesitant.
“what if i told you i had one?” scar swam closer to grian, still keeping his distance but grian could feel the water shift from the movement.
“you’re not a mermaid,” grian said, eyes closing into a squint at scar. “you’re a siren, aren’t you?”
“i’ve been called many things,” scar dodged the question. he brought his hand out of the water, brushing shapes into the surface with his fingers. “siren has been one of them.”
“you’re trying to lure me,” grian phrased it like a question, a rising intonation at the end. he reeled his fishing rod back in, another salmon.
“that depends,” scar smirked, his eyes followed the movement of grian unhooking the fish and throwing back into the sea. “is it working?”
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happy birthday to one of the greatest fics of all time <3 ( @bisexuallsokka , thank you for writing this masterpiece.)
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