Okay. Kitchen. Snack. Water. Washroom. Ten minutes. Back to project before the delicate (oh my God so delicate) lining collapses. He can do this. He just has to go go go —
Lance’s giggles make him backtrack from where he just speedwalked by the common room. The man is sitting sideways on an overstuffed chair, legs swinging over the armrest, making goo-goo eyes at his phone. Hunk rolls his eyes fondly. Lance has been glued to that phone since the second Keith’s pod blipped out of sight. It’s cute, Keith and Lance, in the way that makes Hunk to vomit a little.
(Nah, not really. He’s happy for them, but you know. Can’t let that kinda cheese slide. He’s gotta tease, at least a little.)
“I miss you,” comes Lance’s sigh. Hunk huffs a laugh, as quietly as he can. Miss him? Keith’s only been gone three days!
Lance has his headphones on, so Hunk can’t hear Keith’s response. It must have been a pretty good joke, though, because Lance bursts into laughter, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. The sound makes Hunk quirk up a smile, and it’s several moments before his mirth dies down a bit, leaving behind a sappy smile and heart-eyes like Hunk’s never seen.
“God, I love you, Sam. I feel like I haven’t seen you in months.”
Lance continues on with his conversation, telling a silly story from training this morning, but Hunk can’t hear him over the blood rushing in his ear. His heart drops to the floor, and he rips himself away from the doorway, eyes wide and horrified, barely shoving down a sharp gasp.
Sam?!
Who the fuck is Sam? Why is Lance — Lance, who cries every time Keith leaves on a mission, who always has a hand on Keith when he’s around, who mentions Keith in every conversation, who brags about Keith to random people — telling some other man he loves him? Telling him he misses him in the months they’ve been apart? Keith only left a few days ago. It’s —
Hunk swallows roughly, gripping his hands together tightly. Lance is his best friend. His closest friend, his oldest friend. He’s known Lance since before they could walk, and loved him that long, as well. Lance is good and kind, smart and brave, and up until now — well. Hunk thought he was loyal, too.
Lance, a cheater. It doesn’t seem real. It seems like a dream, like a waking nightmare. How could Lance be so cruel? How could he be entrusted to deeply with Keith’s heart, how could he know that Keith has trouble with trust, and still do this to him? How could he betray Keith in the worst possible way?
Hunk rushes back to his workshop, heart heavy and brain whirring. He can’t — Lance is his best friend.
But Keith is his friend, too.
———
The situation plagues him nonstop in the days it takes for Keith to finish his Blade mission, and everyone can tell. He completely loses his appetite, except for in the late nights, hours spent overthinking in the dark making him stress-eat.
Lance is the first to voice his concern, of course. Cornering him in the hallway, brown eyes narrow in concern.
“What’s wrong, Hunk?” he asks, soft. He places a gentle hand on Hunk’s bicep.
Before, the gesture would have comforted him. He would have sagged forward immediately, into his best friend’s embrace, spilling everything.
But now… he can’t now, obviously.
He laughs, nervously, shaking Lance’s hand off him and pretending he can’t see the hurt in his eyes.
“I’m good. No worries. Just a difficult project. Nothing you need to stress about.”
He does his best to twist his face into a smile, holding his breath. Lance holds his gaze for several moments, scrutinizing, before he sighs and steps back.
“If you’re sure.”
Hunk nods, not even bothering to make an excuse before scurrying away.
Shiro is the next to approach him, two mugs of tea and a comforting smile, but Hunk makes an excuse and rushes off before Shiro can even convince him to sit down — if Lance’s sad eyes make him squirm, Shiro’s gentle concern will make him crack for real.
One by one, the rest of the team approaches him, all in their own way. Hunk evades and makes excuses. He knows they’re all worried, and he feels bad, but he’s in between a rock and a hard place and it fucking sucks. Obviously, he doesn’t want to betray Lance. He didn’t even mean to find out. But, and he knows this in his heart, what Lance is doing is unforgivable. And he won’t let it slide. He can’t.
———
Finally, five days after Hunk hears the phone call that ruined his life, Keith returns. To say Hunk is relieved would be a gross understatement. He waits until everyone has greeted him. He tries to calm the churning in his stomach as he watches Lance run up to Keith, who catches him deftly, supporting hands on his thighs as Lance wraps his legs around Keith’s waist and leans down to kiss him deeply.
They look so happy. So in love.
How could Lance decide that’s not enough?
Regardless of the pain in his chest and the upset in his belly, Hunk pulls Keith to the side after dinner.
“What’s up, man?” Keith asks, strong eyebrows knit together in concern. “You look nervous. Everything okay?”
Hunk wrings his hands together.
He has to do this.
“No, it’s not,” he whispers. He forces himself to meet Keith’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Keith, I wish I didn’t have to tell you, I wish it didn’t happen, really, God, this feels miserable, I’m so, so sorry, Keith —”
“Breathe, dude,” Keith interrupts. “Holy shit. Take a breath. Just tell me.”
Hunk follows Keith’s advice, inhaling deeply until some of the stirring in his chest settles.
“It was five days ago,” Hunk starts. “I was doing something, I walked by the common room, Lance was in there on his phone —”
Keith face drops immediately, panic clouding his eyes.
“Is Lance — he seemed fine, this morning, is he —”
“He’s fine,” Hunk rushes to assure. “He’s fine, sorry. It’s just —” he closes his eyes. He can’t look at Keith, watch the pain crumple his face. “Lance was talking to some guy named Sam. Told him he loved him. He’s cheating on you, Keith. I’m so sorry.”
Hunk’s expecting a lot of things. He’s expecting yelling. He’s expecting betrayal. He’s expecting Keith’s face to go hard, his walls to slam up. Even for him to quit.
He is not expecting to hear Keith’s laughter. His eyes fly open, as does his mouth, and he takes in the sight of the Black Paladin, bent at the waist, laughing so hard tears form in his eyes.
Maybe… he’s in shock?
“Keith?”
“S — sorry, Hunk, I just —” he breaks down again, and this time Hunk can see the mirth in his eyes.
So… not in shock, then?
“I’m so confused,” Hunk breathes. “I, personally, would be way more upset if I found out my longtime partner was cheating on me, but that’s just me, I guess.”
“No, it’s —” Keith takes a deep breath, fighting down a smile. “That was me, that Lance was talking to. Lance only really calls me Keith when I’m pissing him off. Or, well.” He smirks a little. “When he’s passionate for… other reasons —”
“Gross,” Hunk comments.
“—but usually he has an amalgamation of nicknames for me. ‘Samurai’ is his favourite, but it’s long, so sometimes he just calls me Sam.” Keith’s eyes go soft, the mischief leaving his expression. “He’s not cheating on me, Hunk. I promise. He’s way too loyal for that.”
Hunk feels like a million weights have lifted off his shoulders.
“Oh, thank God.”
Keith grins at him, clapping him heartily on the shoulder. “Thanks for the concern, though, man. Seriously. I appreciate it.”
Hunk musters the strength to smile back. A genuine one this time, even though he’s so drained all he wants to do is collapse in bed for the next century.
“‘Course, man. You’re family. I wouldn’t keep that from you.”
Keith blinks in surprise, looking at Hunk with something like awe. Another smile flashes on his face; smaller, this time. A little crooked, eyes crinkled and kind.
(For the first time in a while, Hunk can maybe see why Lance is so whipped for this man. Suddenly he understands why he was so shocked to hear Lance sighing another man’s name.)
“You’re family too, Hunk,” Keith says. “I’m happy to have a brother like you.”
———
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DP x DC: Clown Car
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Danny, having gotten really into circus and clown history, culture, and craft, has decided to mess with the Joker. Not just because he’s a villain, but because he’s a shitty clown. And Danny is willing to out clown him to prove his point.
The Clown Car incident
No one knew what to expect when a small car drove up to the Joker in the middle of his dramatic villainous speech. By the look on the Joker’s face, he didn’t know what to expect either.
The mysterious clown had been harassing him for a few weeks now. A foiled heist here, a botched plan there. So it wasn’t entirely unexpected for the clown to climb out of the car. What was unexpected was when another clown came out of the car talking to goofing with the first. Then another, and another. Soon a flood of clowns came pouring out, all in different costumes and slightly different shapes but with the same makeup. Some even had “construction” equipment, large rubber mallets, a wooden board carried between two, a bucket of whitewash. One after the other they came, until the Joker was lost amongst a sea of clowns, shouting and fuming, trying to be heard over the honking and shenanigans.
Joker was pissed, but kept getting caught up in the various bits the clowns engaged in. He got wacked with the board, and managed to get flipped over it, the bucket of whitewash landed on his head. He kept getting tripped and moved about as if he was simply a part of the act.
In the crowd, Tim Drake recorded the whole thing. A few minutes after it had started, the clowns had packed up and left in their tiny car with a disoriented and confused Joker facing Batman.
Tim sent the video to Dick and Jason, and the mystery clown gained two new fans that day
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Danny used intangibility and duplication to pull of the clown car solo after spending two weeks making enough unique costumes for each duplicate.
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Okay hear me out Gaz with a darling who's a nursing student, but they got their CNA(certified nursing assistant) certification in highschool through you're high school trade school program, got your LPN(license practical nurse), and is currently working on get your RN(registered nurse) with your final goal of getting their LNP(licensed nurse practitioner). You could meet in the ER because he worked himself too hard didn't sleep forgot to drink and eat and just thump Price and Soap rushed the poor man to the hospital. All he remembers is he hit the ground and he wakes up to quite the pretty nurse tending to him.
He finds out later that his nurse is still a student and is actually in a couple of his classes and starts seeing you everywhere in classes, at the library, student events, parties that Soap throws, finds out you're even in the band program. How the hell did he not notice such a pretty little thing for so long?
-Hot mess rambler
P.s. I'm sorry (not) for giving you an idea for price's darling
OK. OK OK OK OK I have a thought, and also multiple "people going to the hospital" stories from college. I do love love love Gaz fainting, but I also love this one story I have and I need you to tell me which one sounds more fun.
Gaz has noticed you. He sees you in band, sees you in the library, walking to classes, he spots you at student events. You're hard not to notice, you're gorgeous, radiant, you laugh a little too loud and he loves you for it. He's got no time to take you out though. That's the problem. He would've talked to you by now but his schedule is insane and he has no time to date, and you deserve to be wooed. You deserve to date someone who has time for you. He's working on it, working with Price to figure out his schedule for next semester so he can have time for you. GOD you don't even know he exists but he is making time for you.
He's out with Soap having a dart at some shitty college bar when he hears from someone inside that you're seeing someone. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the upset that he didn't get to you first, but Gaz punches a dumpster. No half measures, he hits the cool metal hard and he feels his knuckles crunch as much as he hears them. Soap stares at him and calls Price for a ride to the hospital while Gaz spits and swears. "Yeah, no, Gaz punched a dumpster," Soap crouching to inspect it, "There is a dent, aye good on ya Gaz."
And of course who should he see when he gets settled in the ER, who's bandaging his hand? You of course. Working an ER shift between classes and just as radiant as always even in scrubs. No, especially in scrubs. He thought you were a student, then again he doesn't really know anything about you except that you're gorgeous and taken. You ask Soap what happened because Gaz is too busy staring at you to be conversational. You laugh, just a little too loud, when he tells you that Gaz punched a dumpster. "Alcohol will do that," you smile at him, and Gaz feels like he's staring at the sun.
And maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the painkiller you gave him, maybe it's the way you smile at him like you could stop the world with a glance, but he can't stop his mouth from moving. "I'd be good to ya, break up wi' your boyfriend," he slurs. Soap wheezes, leans over to clutch his stomach he laughs so hard. You give him a look of utter confusion.
"I don't have a boyfriend," you tell him, "hardly have time to sleep between this and classes." You lean over Gaz and he sits up a bit to sniff you, just enough to smell hospital soap and the last dredge of your perfume. "Is he always like this?" You ask Soap.
"Nah 'e's fuckin' trollied," Soap manages between giggles, "sober 'im up an' he's class."
"Right," you smile again, God you should smile all the time Gaz never wants you to stop smiling. You look at him and he must look like a fool the way Soap sputters and laughs. "Why don't you ask me out when you sober up," You grin, like it's a private joke between the two of you. It is most certainly not a joke to Gaz.
"I will," He tells you, deathly serious. Your smile softens a little and you grab a pen from your pocket. You hold Gaz's arm still and carefully write down your name and phone number, making sure it's legible before you let him take a look at it. "Bet," He grins.
"This'll be a great story for your kids," Soap says, leaning to inspect your penmanship.
"Gotta get a ring now," Gaz agrees. You laugh and leave them to their plotting, sure you won't hear from your patient in the morning.
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Your Yan Idia and his magical onahole is so amazing its so gooddd!!! But what if the magical onahole but with Azul and the tweels???
Zuzu using it as a comfort toy and fucking its precious hole with his rather big but tentacle-like octopus cock. Trying to sit still when mysterious phantom suckers are sucking on their puffy slit. trying not to cum when long slender fingers work your hole open, rubbing up and down so gently
OR OR!! Tweels know that its connected to their darling and fuck the onahole's holes so roughly. They do it when the reader is asleep and jolting them awake once two large mercocks were shoved into their pretty tight holes, in class when they're in a middle of a lesson or in random places.
Azul definitely uses it as a comfort toy, but he also uses it for practice! He does everything to the onahole that he wishes to do to you. He fucks into it in his octo-mer form just to work on being more confident in that form so that when (and if) he does get to fuck you with his tentacles he won't feel so insecure. He also wants to be perfectly skilled when he eats you out or scissors you open; he dreads looking so foolishly inexperienced when he actually gets to sleep with you, so he'll practice quite often. And of course he always, always cums lots inside. <3 he could go many rounds if he's particularly pent-up (he hate-fucks the onahole a lot because he's a jealous tako), so if he chooses to use it on a day or night when you're with friends... good luck. :)
Slimy eels... >:( they know exactly what they're doing when they fit both of their cocks inside just to see how much of them you can take at once. They definitely fight over the onahole sometimes, wrestling each other for first use with mean scowls and snapping jaws. Floyd doesn't want to fuck Jade's cum back inside you. He wants his chance to fill you up first, not settle for sloppy seconds!! And Jade doesn't want to share at this moment because he found a particularly phallic-shaped mushroom and wants to see how well you'll take it (which is an immediate no-go for Floyd; he is not fucking an onahole that's been fucked with a mushroom). Sometimes Jade just wants to drag things out and tease you so slowly, but Floyd is impatient and he wants to be inside you the minute he's freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. And there's only one onahole, so they're forced to either compromise and share or fight over it like starved eels.
The twins work together very well when they aren't actively strangling the other near death for use of the onahole. When they're functioning on the same horny brain cell, they actually plan some very devious schemes. Jade likes to talk with you, whether over tea or in the botanical gardens or even during a walk through campus, while Floyd's off with the onahole, slamming it onto his cock just so Jade can watch the breath get knocked out of your little lungs. He loves to see you squirm and if you let him (you will; peer pressure is so fun and Jade does it best) he'll have you bent over so he can see how your hole gapes and clenches around an invisible force (Floyd's dick). He'll force his way inside and the two of them fuck you sore and dumb.
Jade likes to use the onahole when you're spending time with a friend or if you're on a date. He may not seem it, but he has a nasty jealous streak. He's only willing to share you with Floyd, so the fact that his dearest darling would even think to spend time with others when he and Floyd are the best fits for you... You really like to hurt his poor heart. :( it's only fair he absolutely ruins your chances with anyone else, teasing you all throughout your date before finally, finally bottoming out just when you think anything special might happen on your date. After all, why settle for someone who is better off becoming fish food? Obviously Jade and Floyd are the ones meant for you; the way you squeeze Jade's dick so tightly indicates that you agree, even if not yet verbally.
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