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the-coffee-fandom · 1 year ago
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Coming Home To Peaceful Disaster
By: the-coffee-fandom
For: @newdog14
Damian hadn’t expected anything when he had come home that night. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do now was have a cup of his lovely girlfriend's famous hot chocolate and sleep.
He tapped his foot impatiently as the elevator slowly traveled up the floors, the red numbers flashing higher until they got to six. Finally, his floor. He had moved out of the manor quite a while ago. He had needed more space, in a mental sense from his family and responsibilities, and with his romantic side of it he saw getting his own apartment the perfect thing to do.
The manor was plenty big enough for them, sure. But he’s had his brothers walk in on far too many make out sessions and he was really getting annoyed at how they couldn’t respect his space. His art room was precious to him. It was his favorite spot in the house. He had made an effort to respect their space and their stuff and they hadn’t paid him the same respect, not completely at least.
So now he had his own room here where he had everything he could need organized exactly how he wanted it and it was completely respected. No one else would barge in unnoticed, no stealing of supplies without asking just because they need it, no one would accidentally mess up his pieces because they were where they shouldn’t be. If someone wanted to enter, they’d knock and make sure it was ok to be in there. Sometimes they’d silently join him just to keep him company while working on their own things. Damian found it refreshing and only made him love them more.
He slid the key into the keyhole, unlocking and opening the door of the apartment. A quiet creak groaned out, the hinges crying out. Damian frowned and made a mental note later to fix that. For now he slipped in, slipped his shoes off and left them near the hat rack, hung his jacket up on the coat rack near the door, and headed towards the kitchen in search of his roommate Marinette.
He was really happy when he found her just there. She hadn’t noticed that he had entered yet, too busy in her own world. She had headphones in and her head was bobbing to an unknown beat as she beat eggs in a bowl. Her black hair shimmered in the low kitchen light as it swirled around her as she spun. She came to a stop, and swayed her hips as she stood in place. Damian was mesmerized. He loved his girlfriend's little quirks; the way she could dance so freely as if no one was watching. Although, she only ever did it when she thought she was alone. She was filled to the brim with shyness and though he’d tried helping her ease out of it, there were just some things she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of.
So like a good boyfriend, rather than continue to enjoy this rare show, he cleared his throat loudly, louder than anyone would need to to ensure she had heard since she was wearing headphones and who knows how loud her music could be.
Her head shot up and blue met green. The blue ones widened comically causing an upturn of Damian’s lips. He couldn’t help it. Her face lit up in a blush as she looked down at her shoes to hide her face, her hair curtaining over it.
“How long have you been there?”
“I just got here. I’m sorry.”
It used to be hard for Damian to apologize. He used to never see the need to. Why apologize when he hadn’t done anything wrong? But he had grown a lot and realized that sometimes it wasn’t black and white. Sometimes he had to apologize for things he didn’t think were his fault, he considered the other side's feelings and realized that maybe they feel just as hurt as him and if he wants to mend something, he is able to take that step as well rather than expect everyone else to do so for him. With his loves, he was gentle and made sure that they felt comfortable. If he did something that made them uncomfortable like watching the beautiful little excited dancing Marinette would do when she baked, he’d be sure to apologize.
“That’s… a lot of chocolate don’t you think?” Damian changed the subject so Marinette’s mind wouldn’t linger on it and send her into a spiral. She really was far too nervous; sometimes she just couldn’t see her beauty the way everyone else could.
Marinette lifted her head and grinned sheepishly at him, “Yeah I got a little carried away.”
A little carried away consisted of every surface of their kitchen having some sort of chocolate dessert laid on it, freshly baked by the baker's daughter herself.
“Are we running a bakery now? A chocolate one that is?” He joked, making sure to emphasize to her that he was joking by smiling.
Marinette giggled and shook her head, “No I just had made a bigger batch then necessary and realized the flour needed to be used up soon so I thought maybe we could just give some to your brothers but then it kind of spiraled from there and there was more flour then I thought. Then I decided I wanted a variety and started making other treats and no one stopped me.”
Damian chuckled, “no one stopped you huh?”
Arms wrapped around his waist from behind and a nose nudged his neck, attempting to bury itself into the crook of his neck. Damian tilted his head slightly to give more room. He was rewarded with kisses that trailed up to behind his ear. A tongue darted out along his neck and made him shiver before a pleasant warmth was settled against his ear.
“I know I asked, but this isn’t what I meant. For chocolate that is. She was so excited when I agreed, I didn’t have the heart to stop her,” the person behind him breathed into his ear.
Damian took a moment to let his eyes flutter closed, going lax on the person behind him who gladly accepted holding his weight for him for a moment, hugging him close so their whole front was pressed snuggly to his whole back.
“I see. Wouldn’t want to ruin our little hearts fun.”
“Never. With how stressed she’s been lately? She needs it. Besides, it just means more treats for us,” they grinned against his neck.
“I am literally still here guys?” Marinette huffed indignantly.
“Oh we know,” the boy with dyed-blue hair winked over their boyfriend's shoulder.
“Be nice Luka,” Damian jokingly scolded his boyfriend.
Luka pouted at him but Damian just rolled his eyes and pulled out of his arm. Luka relinquished his hold and stepped over to the counter where treats were laid, immediately beelining for a chocolate croissant. Damian walked over to Mari and pressed a kiss to her forehead, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into the contact. He let his lips rest there for longer than needed, not that either of them minded. He just wanted to rest for a second against his tiny girlfriend. When he did pull away his eyes caught on something.
“Is that for me?”
Marinette turned to see what had captured her sweet Damian’s eyes only to find it was his favorite of her chocolate creations: Hot chocolate.
She beamed up at him and nodded enthusiastically, “I thought you could use some.”
Damian’s eyes softened as he looked down to his thoughtful girlfriend. He hooked a hand under her chin and generally pulled her head up so he could bend down and press a sweet kiss to her lips.
“Thank you my love.”
“Anything for you two.”
He walked over and poured himself a cup, already finding the marshmallows out of the cupboard. He pulled a big handful out and shucked it into his cup. He put a few more. Just in case some fall obviously. Or Luka might nick one or two of them when he passes. No other reason
He pops one in his mouth and surprises everyone including himself when a moan comes out. Marinette truly left no stone unturned. She had filled the marshmallows inside with chocolate.
Marinette giggled as she went to add the eggs to the rest of the ingredients she had prepared.
“You have him moaning already Marinette. You truly are a gift.”
Damian was glad he had nothing in his mouth at the moment. He shot a glare at Luka who was completely unaffected and only winked at him.
“You know what else would be a gift? If you did what I had asked you earlier,” Marinette shot a good natured glare at her blue haired lover.
“I did though, didn't I?”
“No you didn’t.”
“I did everything you asked though?”
“Taking out the trash, then?”
Luka’s eyes darted over to the overfilled trash can and remembered when Marinette had asked him hours ago to empty it for her. Which had completely slipped his mind because he was stealing the frosting she had been making and that had then turned into a make out session.
“I’ll see to it right away ma’am.”
“Good.”
Damian smiled softly as he watched the pure domesticated life he was somehow managing to have. His heart was filled with such warmth he felt that his previous, younger, anger led self might have thought he was sick and needed a hospital. It was something he had never felt before he had met these two. They completed his life in a way no other could.
Marinette slipped a last thing in the oven and handed Damian the bowl to clean for her, silently asking with her eyes. He dutifully complied and put it in the dishwasher. He poured two more cups of hot chocolate and came over, all three carefully in his hand and put gently on the coffee table, joining his lovers already snuggled up on the couch together. He sat on Marinette’s left while Luka sat on her right, pressing her snuggly in the middle.
They put on some mindless tv that kept them slightly entertained. But then Luka’s hand traveled to his thigh and squeezed, bringing his eyes up to his light blue ones. Luka leaned over Mari to press their lips together, stealing his breath.
When he pulled away out of breath, Marinette barely gave Damian time to collect his own before yanking him down by the collar and kissing him as if it was their last time. His head spun. His lovers had that talent. When she pulled away, Luka gently tug her into him so he could kiss her. Damian watched as his hand trailed up her side causing her to shiver before coming to caress lightly at the nape of her neck.
When they pulled apart both were breathing heavily. Luka met eyes with him before they flicked down then back up lightning quick.
“So, who’s your friend?” Luka joked with a seductive grin, “Why don’t you introduce us?”
They would truly be the death of him.
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repmet · 4 months ago
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@rwrbsource & @rwrbmovie’s rwrb appreciation month bingo: underrated moment
Alex getting recognised in public
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fagbearentertainment · 1 year ago
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Made a ship bingo to cater to my specific brand of incoherent ship thoughts
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ginpotts · 1 month ago
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@userdramas event 18: cool @userdramas get to know me bingo: character, actor or actress @userdramas creator bingo: font pairing (better vcr/zpix), camera raw, template (based off of one of the main 永夜星河 weibo posts)
yu shuxin in her incredibl(y cool and amazing) performance in love game in eastern fantasy (永夜星河) ✧ 2024
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i-hope-this-is-a-phase · 9 months ago
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New DTblr Bingo Has Dropped!
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Thank you to Dreblr Discord for helping me out with this one!
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animangalover-writes · 1 month ago
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I got bored.
For those occasions when the straights can't fathom why you ship The Gays™
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dustykneed · 11 months ago
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spock remembers the loneliness of his childhood in shades of red, like dust clinging to his skin under a green sky, brittle and hollow and far too vast.
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but now-- now, the loneliness is far away, a distant memory in this warm bed, because how could the world be too vast, when he has his whole universe in the warm bodies pressed up against him-- when he has everything he could ever have wished for in his arms.
he is not lonely, he thinks to himself, as leonard shifts against his chest and jim makes a soft, adoring sound, muffled in his hair. not anymore.
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prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "therapy" ^^ spock works through his childhood trauma in space by being gay. what an icon
4 down!!! hell yeah 🩵💙💛
side note if anyone was wondering. THIS is what my screen time looks like (casually spending nearly 13 hours drawing in the apple notes app per week when medibang paint is sitting pretty at just 2 hours total. The power of hypfix amirite)
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day-dreams22 · 7 days ago
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so...what happens now that they all broke the code?? (technically)
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blitzwhore · 8 months ago
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At last, the bingo trilogy is complete! Reblog with your answers if you want! I wanna see 👀
Find my other Helluva Boss bingos here!
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neurotonic · 6 months ago
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so what's going on in that brilliant mind of yours, doctor p?
If you've been wondering where I've been. I definitely should be drawing anything else right now but...I got dragged back into one of my old interests and I was more than happy to mash that and IEYTD together. It was fun designing all of them to resemble Prism in some way, ehehe.
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dengswei · 10 months ago
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@asiandramanet creator bingo — parallels
road to high&low (2016) koisenu futari (2022) episode 5 the blood of youth (2022) episode 14 eye love you (2024) episode 2
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laismoura-art · 3 months ago
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SPOILERS!🌺🐝
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I love how protective Harumi is of Cyrax in this ending!
She was the first to rush to Cyrax aid and is looking extremely disappointed at everyone's behaviour towards her!
She clearly appreciated being protected by Cyrax during the "Red Wedding" and now is repaying the kindness by staying close and looking after her! It's really sweet!🥹
Oh, and since Cyrax will be needing a new mentor now that Sektor is out of the picture, Harumi would make a great candidade!👀
I can imagine Harumi telling Kuai she will be "borrowing" Cyrax for a few weeks to aid her with some Tengu affairs and giving her some private classes!🤭
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nyasmodei · 8 months ago
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crimzon ruze single-handedly bringing new people into homestuck while giving old homestuckers war flashbacks whenever he brings it up is so fucking hilarious. not to mention every single clipper having to put him in 2× speed whenever he goes, “what's homestuck? I'm glad you asked.”
truly the least favourite idol of my heart <3
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machiavellli · 5 months ago
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by the way, Boccaccio is getting dragged by this Netflix show, yes. absolutely. I’m mad that one of the most important work of our literature has been reduced into an american “dolce vita” erotica dream.
but we have to remember how they treat their own literature, how they recently treated Shakespeare.
like okay. IT IS FUNNY TO INTERPRET THINGS yes, to joke on them, I’ve done the most out of pockets jokes here, so I’m guilty as charge, but I would also argue…to a certain extent (we don’t have to agree, so please don’t attack me). and also my silly memes on TUMBLR DOT COM cannot compare to multimillion hollywood’s productions.
just hear me out for a second, because I don’t think many people know this.
both the show "The Decameron" and the film starring Sidney Sweeney "Anyone But You" are described as LOOSELY INSPIRED by a literature work.
In fact, Sweeney’s film is based on the play “Much Ado About Nothing” written by William Shakespeare, who’s fame doesn’t need introductions.
now. The Decameron sort of sticks to the setting and it’s simply a 13-years-old-wattpad-fic version of the actual cornice (is not even the full work, not a novella is involved apparently). the real downside here is that they named the show after Boccaccio’s work. criminal. inoltre, la nostra letteratura è già più incline a cattive interpretazioni della loro (come eventi recenti dimostrano) e produzioni del genere non aiutano. La scelta del titolo è per me la cosa che aggrava maggiormente lo show.
but think about Shakespeare. what was that (I did see the film!). why. why. why. like it was so far form the actual thing that you couldn’t even tell. but at least the name wasn’t the exact same, which doesn’t immediately links the film and the literature work together. it already sets the film apart from “Much Ado About Nothing” and the difference between the two seems more justified.
they did Boccaccio dirty, but they have been doing the same with their writers.
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vinylfoxbooks · 3 months ago
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I miss my eldritch cryptids. I wish to write about them but I know not what to write about.
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jevilowo · 3 months ago
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COMIC BINGO COMIC BINGO
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I'm half convinced it'll come out in and around the tenth of October for the orange box anniversary and if I'm wrong I'll be DEVASTATED.
I'm also so convinced Charles Darling will be relevant somehow I've dedicated a free space to him. I'm also so wary of the possibility of the 4chan leaks being real I've dedicated the other free space to widespread hatred.
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