#and richard is a stinky little shit

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Something something Richard Grace using his father’s treatment of him to excuse his own behavior vs Helen Grace using her mother’s treatment of her as motivation to be a better parent.

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Dick Grayson x Male reader - Dirty Water

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: nudity, bathing together, sleeping naked.

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Blüdhaven was rather silent tonight, that was until the window of the apartment moved slightly as a figure made his way into the bedroom. Y/N grumbled faintly under his breath as he felt the bed dip, the mattress shifting slightly under the weight of his boyfriend. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know who it was—there was no mistaking the quiet movements, the familiar warmth that always followed. Still, he couldn’t fight the urge to say something, even if his voice came out more a tired mumble than an actual scolding.

“Baby,” Y/N muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow under his cheek, “you’re late. Again.” He shifted slightly, one hand instinctively brushing over the arm that had just wrapped loosely around his waist. “Do I need to grab the first aid kit? Or are we past that? And—you stink. You didn’t even shower, did you?”

He heard the faintest chuckle in response, a soft exhale against the back of his neck. It was warm, grounding. Still, Y/N sighed, though it was more resigned than frustrated. He didn’t really have it in him to be mad, not when he felt Dick press his forehead gently into his back the messy sweaty strands of his hair sticking to Y/n's skin. Dick breathing in his scent like he’d been gone forever, he'd always liked how his boyfriend smelt.

“I’m fine, sweet-cheeks” Dick said softly, his voice low and rough from exhaustion. It didn’t exactly inspire confidence in Y/n but he didn't sound hurt which was a plus for once, at least not badly. “Just tired. Wanted to cuddle” 

Y/N let out another small sigh, his eyes still closed as he leaned back slightly into his boyfriend’s chest. “That’s what you always say, I don't believe half the shit you say at this time of night” he muttered, though it lacked any real heat. “ You act like you didn’t just spend the night throwing yourself off rooftops, getting shot at and getting into fist fights with rogues.”

Dick chuckled again, his arms tightening slightly around Y/N, pulling him just a little closer. “You worry too much,” he teased lightly, though there was a softness there, an unspoken appreciation for the concern. “It’s cute.” “Don’t push your luck, Grayson,” Y/N shot back, his body relaxing against Dick’s. He felt a hand move lazily along his side, a calming motion, and despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel his annoyance ebb away.

“I missed you,” Dick murmured after a moment, the words quiet, almost shy. Y/N’s chest tightened slightly at the admission, and he opened his eyes just barely, staring into the darkness of their room. “You’re a sap, Richard ” he whispered back, though the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

“Maybe,” Dick admitted, his voice laced with a faint grin of his own. Y/N sighed again, but this time it was softer, fonder. letting his eyes close again as he felt Dick’s steady heartbeat against his back. For a while, neither of them said anything more. The only sounds were their quiet breaths, the subtle rustling of sheets as they settled into each other. the long night and the faint smell of sweat and city grime clinging to Dick’s skin, was starting to annoy his boyfriend. 

Y/N sighed heavily, reluctantly pulling himself from the comforting warmth of the bed and away from Dick’s clinging arms. “Come on, get up stinky, you need a bath so I can see what kind of damage you’ve done to yourself this time,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “I’m running a bath, and you better be in the bathroom soon.” Dick mumbled something unintelligible in response, his face still buried in the pillow where Y/N had been laying, inhaling the scent of the pillow as he rubs his face into it. 

Y/n stretched briefly before padding out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, flipping on the light. He turned the knob to fill the tub, letting the water run warm while pouring a generous amount of bubble bath into the swirling water. Y/N crouched down beside the tub, dipping his hand into the water to test the temperature, shooting a look over his shoulder out the door to see if Dick had moved at all. 

He let out a soft sigh as he strips off his sleeping shorts and sinks into the bath himself, leaning back as the warm water immediately begins to ease the tension in his muscles. The bubbles surrounded him, and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the calm. But he wasn’t alone for long. The shuffling of footsteps followed by the faint sound of a zipper and fabric being undone pulled Y/N’s attention. He cracked open one eye to see Dick standing in the doorway, his Nightwing suit hanging loosely around his waist, the top half tied off to reveal his toned chest and arms. His hair was a mess, bits of dirt and grime smudged across his skin, but he still managed to look effortlessly charming, even in his disheveled state.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with both fondness and exasperation. “Strip. I want to see how bad you look.” Dick smirked, his lips quirking up into that familiar, teasing grin that Y/N both hated and loved. “You just want an excuse to get me naked,” he quipped, but there was no hesitation as he peeled the rest of the suit from his body slowly showing off in the process, leaving himself completely bare. 

Y/N couldn’t help but let his eyes wander for a moment, taking in the lean, muscular frame of his boyfriend, the scars that littered his skin telling countless stories of Gotham’s crime life and the monsters that hid in the shadows. His gaze lingered lower, and he had to bite back the faintest smile as Dick caught him staring. “Like what you see?” Dick teased, stretching slightly before sauntering over to the tub, his confidence unshaken despite the clear exhaustion tugging at his features. “You know, you could just tell me.”

“Don’t push your luck, Grayson,” Y/N retorted, though his tone was softer than usual, betraying the affection he felt. “Get in.” Dick complied, slipping into the water with practiced ease. He settled himself between Y/N’s legs, his back resting against his chest as he let out a contented sigh. “This is nice,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly to nuzzle Y/N’s jaw. Y/N rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. reaching for the sponge he dips it in the water and begins tracing it over Dick's jawline. “ hold still, you’re a mess.”

He continues dipping the sponge into the water, squeezing it gently before running it over Dick’s shoulders and down his back. The grime from the night’s patrols slowly washed away, leaving clean, sun kissed tan skin in its place. Y/N worked methodically, his hands steady as he scrubbed away the remnants of the city’s filth, taking care to be gentle. Dick let out a soft hum of contentment, leaning further into Y/N’s chest as his boyfriend works on cleaning his chest. “You’re too good to me,” he said, his tone teasing but with a genuine undercurrent of gratitude. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re right, you don’t, you come home a mess more times than i can count, dirty my clean sheets, you're doing laundry tomorrow” Y/N shot back, though there was no malice in his voice, just tired contentment. He moved the sponge to Dick’s arms, carefully cleaning every inch of skin. Dick laughed softly, the sound low and warm, and Y/N felt his chest tighten slightly at how much he loved it. Even when he was bone-tired, even when he was covered in sweat and dirt and too much cocky charm for his own good, Dick had a way of making Y/N’s heart ache in the best way possible.

As Y/N worked his way down Dick’s chest and stomach, Dick tilted his head back, resting it against Y/N’s shoulder. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and playful, “if you keep pampering me like this, I might start expecting it every night.”

“Don’t get used to it, Birdie you owe me the next round of pampering, might have to make you pull the money bags move and take me out somewhere nice” Y/N replied, a love struck smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to the side of dicks cheek. He finished cleaning him, setting the sponge aside before wrapping his arms loosely around Dick’s waist, letting them both relax in the warm water.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The only sounds were the faint sloshing of water and the quiet hum of the bathroom fan. Y/N rested his chin on Dick’s shoulder, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the steady rise and fall of his boyfriend’s breathing. “I love you, you know,” Dick said softly, breaking the silence. There was no teasing this time, just quiet sincerity. Y/N smiled faintly, his voice equally soft as he replied. “Yeah. I know.”

Dick couldn’t help but grin as the words hung in the air between them, the corners of his lips tugging up into that familiar, playful smirk. Even when he was tired, he couldn’t resist teasing Y/N. “You know,” he murmured, turning his head slightly to glance at his boyfriend, “that was very Han Solo of you. ‘I love you, I know.’ You’re really leaning into the Star Wars vibe tonight, huh? Should I start calling you—”

Before he could finish, Y/N cut him off with a soft kiss, his lips meeting Dick’s in a way that was both firm and tender, silencing whatever witty remark was about to come next. Dick melted into the kiss almost immediately, his body relaxing further into Y/N’s hold.

Y/N’s free hand came up, sliding through Dick’s damp hair, his fingers threading gently through the strands. The kiss lingered for a few moments—just enough to convey the affection behind it. Y/N pulled back slowly, his fingers still tangled in Dick’s hair as he guided his boyfriend’s head back to rest on his shoulder.

Dick blinked up at him, his grin softer now, his eyes half-lidded and filled with warmth. “You’re good at that, you know,” he said, his voice quieter this time, a little less teasing and a little more sincere. “Good at what?” Y/N asked with a raised eyebrow, he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Dick. 

Dick smiled, closing his eyes as he leaned further into Y/N’s embrace. “Shutting me up,” he murmured, his tone light but affectionate. “It’s impressive, really. Not many people can do that.” Y/N chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Dick’s head. “Yeah, well, I’ve had plenty of practice,” he replied, his voice low and teasing. “And besides, you talk too much.”

“Hey…” Dick protested weakly, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. He let out a contented sigh, his body sinking against Y/N’s as the warm water and soft touches finally coaxed the last of his tension away. “You love it.”

Y/N hummed in response, neither confirming nor denying the statement. As the warmth of the bathwater slowly began to fade, the once pristine bubbles had turned murky with dirt, grime, and faint streaks of blood that had washed off Dick's skin. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, though. His attention had shifted to one of Dick’s hands, which he held gently in his own as they lay in the tub, Dick still leaning heavily against his chest.

Y/N’s fingers traced along the lines of Dick’s palm, his touch light and thoughtful. He could feel the faint calluses from years of climbing, fighting, and training. Y/N’s thumb grazed over a particularly rough spot near the base of Dick’s wrist before he began to gently massage the muscles in his hand, working out tension that Dick probably hadn’t even noticed.

Dick let out a soft hum of approval, his head still resting on Y/N’s shoulder as his body melted further into the touch. “Mmm, if you keep this up, I might never leave,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with exhaustion but still carrying that familiar teasing lilt.

“Good,” Y/N replied simply, his tone quiet but firm. His fingers moved to knead the base of Dick’s fingers, coaxing the stiffness from his joints. Y/N let out a soft sigh, “Come on, handsome,” he murmured, his voice low but affectionate. “The water’s horrid, and I actually want some sleep tonight. You’re not falling asleep here.”

Dick let out a small, tired groan, shifting slightly but making no real effort to move. “Mmm, you’re too comfortable,” he mumbled, leaning back even more into Y/N’s chest like a stubborn cat refusing to leave a warm spot. “Five more minutes…” Y/N rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth tugged up in a faint smile. “You’re going to turn into a prune if you stay in here any longer,” he teased, giving Dick’s thigh a pat. “Up. Now.”

Grumbling under his breath, Dick finally forced himself to sit up, the movement slow and reluctant. “You’re bossy when you’re sleepy,” he muttered, He pushed himself out of the tub with a groan, water dripping from his toned frame as he stood and stretched, his muscles shifting under his skin. Y/N stood as well, water cascading off his own body as he reached for one of the towels. Wrapping it snugly around his waist, he glanced over his shoulder to see Dick still standing there, looking half-asleep but somehow still managing to flash him a lazy grin. 

“You gonna stand there posing all night, or are you actually going to dry off?” Y/N quipped, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed another towel and tossed it toward Dick’s face. Dick caught the towel with a dramatic flair, wiping it over his hair with one hand while the other rested on his hip. “What? You don’t want to admire the view a little longer?” he asked, his voice teasing despite how tired he sounded.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he stepped out of the tub and onto the mat. “I can admire you tomorrow,” he replied, his tone light but carrying just enough of a hint of affection to make Dick’s grin widen. finally wrapping the towel around his waist as he followed Y/N into the bedroom. The bathroom light behind them cast a soft glow into the hallway before Y/N reached back to flick it off, plunging the apartment into a much calmer, darker quiet.

As Dick flopped onto the mattress discarding the towel with his usual dramatic flair, Y/N couldn’t resist the temptation. With a quick, playful motion, he reached out and slapped Dick’s bare ass, the sound sharp and echoing faintly in the quiet room. “Hey!” Dick yelped, twisting around to look at Y/N with wide, mock-offended eyes, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him. “Rude! I’m a delicate flower, you know.”

Y/N snorted, shaking his head as he climbed into bed beside him. “You’re about as delicate as a brick wall,” he retorted, tugging the blanket over both of them as he settled in. “Now stop whining and get some sleep, flower boy.” Dick huffed in mock indignation, but he didn’t argue, instead pulling Y/N close as they both sank into the mattress. His arms wrapped securely around Y/N’s waist, his skin warm against Y/N’s as their bodies pressed together. He let out a contented sigh, his lips brushing lightly against Y/N’s forehead as he whispered, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or I’d be plotting my revenge.”

Y/N chuckled softly, curling up against his boyfriend’s chest, his head resting just under Dick’s chin. “Oh, I’m terrified,” he murmured, his tone dripping with sarcasm as his fingers idly traced patterns along Dick’s ribs. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, troublemaker,” Dick replied, his voice softer now, tinged with sleepiness as he held Y/N a little tighter. And as the quiet settled over the room, the two of them drifted off together, tangled up in each other with nothing but the steady rhythm of their breathing filling the space. 

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I know I said I'd do a poll but uuuuhhh I don't wanna wait long enough to get more options and I have ✨Ideas and opinions✨

C!Thomas: Honestly (DC's) Captain Marvel was a stroke of genius on my part. However if I wanna go for something strictly Thomas with no sides influences uuuuuhhhhh I have nothing. Spider-man kinda sorta fits but if Peter's anything he's NOT a man of theater.

Logan: Batman and Bruce Banner are both great options imo I don't know much about Banner, but a man of science with anger issues, overlooked and underestimated by people? Yeah. Batman's got the smarts, the mental health that applies to everyone but himself, he's autistic, he's ocd, he's angry. He is, however , ultimately also a ditsy father of 8. So. Iron man was suggested, but I don't think he fits as much. He's a genius, yes. And he's arrogant and self centered. But he's also a showman first and foremost. Not in the same way Roman and Thomas are, but in the same way Brucie Wayne is. He's messy and unorganized. I think the emotional suppression is an important part of Logan, and I don't really see it as a theme in Iron Man. I also do not like Iron Man, but hey I don't like Batman either so it's not that I'm biased 🤣 if we want to go with other marvel scientists Reed Richards is there but he also sucks and I don't want to touch that with a ten foot pole. I also thought about Prodigy but I'd have to look into that one more closely.

Roman: I had ✨options✨ because I feel like it's easy to go "oh well he's stereotypical superhero!" And assign him characters that are popular. But I think I struck gold with Human Torch there for a bit. I got a more in dept look at Johnny's characterization in my bkdk spideypool post and the insecurity? The search for love? The commitment? The jealousy? The playboy persona because that's what everyone expects of him? The family of geniuses that he feels alienated in? Thor was suggested also. And I'm not mad about this one. I can understand it wholeheartedly. Thor's got a bit more seriousness in him, Roman is a little sillier, but I think there's a lot about Thor, especially his backstory and familial drama, that would resonate with Roman. It does help that he's also the prince of Asgard (there was also a Spidey ask I want to get into but that's gonna be LONG so it's gonna be its own post where I answer that). I was also thinking Scarlet Which but that would be entirely aesthetic based. And also because comic books Quicksilver is... Truly something alright!

Remus: Deadpool is the basic-est choice for him. He's crass and disgusting and childish. He's abrasive and obnoxious and so purposefully indignant. Plays the role of the bad guy because he does it well, people expect it from him, and he doesn't want people better than him to have to take a step into his direction. I think this fits. Loki was suggested, which would make sense for the Roman Thor thing, but Loki is more... Clever? He's the Yakko to Remus's Wakko. He's the clever puns and trickery, to Remus' physical gags and stinky jokes. So I don't really see it other than the green. OH god I'm either gonna have to draw a yellow Loki or a green Janus and I don't know which unsettled me more.

Janus: Loki. I don't know how I didn't fucking see it. But Loki. It does put Roman and Janus in a weird position where the family tree in this AU is a fucking mess. But alas. I'm talking specifically Teenage!Loki of the West coast Avengers. Regular Loki isn't a hero. He's not even really morally gray. He's pissed, he's bored, but he's not doing shit out of the goodness of his heart. He's doing it because he's Chaotic Neutral. He's a trickster, he's mischievous, he's causing trouble on purpose and hurting everyone in the process because it's funny. Teen!Loki however comes to care. About the people of Midgard, about his brother, about himself. And he makes a decision: to play the part everyone has forced onto him. The villain. That's what's expected of him, so that is the part he'll play. And he'll play you like the cheap kazoo you are because before you know it he's using your preconceived notions of him to twist the outcome to his favour, which is ultimately to the greater good. And sure he might've ruined his relationship with his friends and Thor might not ever trust him again but... they're alive and well now. So that's all that matters. I did also briefly think Magneto but that was purely based on sense of justice and righteous anger. Mystique might also fit but that's a hard character to make into someone else without it just being her shapeshifting y'know. Anyway can you tell that Janus is my favorite?

Virgil: this one has me stumped. He will come up in the Roman Spider-man post. So won't be talking Spider-man here. However. I have proposed 3 main options myself. Rogue, the girl who kills everything she touches. Makes her anxious, scared of interacting with other people. She thinks of herself as a villain because with abilities like hers how can she be anything but? Hawkeye, because Clint Barton is a mess of a man. Lives off coffee in an apartment building he accidentally bought from the Bulgarian/Russian mafia. Has a troubled past of murder, trickery, and circus acts. He struggles but has a great support system which kind of mostly includes women he's slept with and the girl he took under his wing (even though she's leagues more well adjusted than him). Intimidating like only a spy can be, but if you've seen him trip on his dog and spill coffee on both he dog and himself well... He kinda looses some of the intimidation factor don't he? And lastly Bucky Barnes. This one is purely because Bucky is the angst baby (alongside Jason Todd) of comic books c'mon. I did also say Gambit but again that's kinda mostly because of the purple lol.

Patton: the one I struggle with the most. Tempted to go with Nightwing but... There just isn't anything I feel fits well! Sue Storm maybe? Parentification is what I'm leaning towards here. Sue also does have children. Cheerful front because they've got people to take care of, used to have all the answers and questions self worth now that they don't anymore, strong moral compass that gets tested everyday and gets bent a little sometimes which makes them feel dirty. Idk. I'm so fucking stuck with Patton. I'm gonna have to look into her more but The Unbeatable Squirrel girl is a good option. She's not a mom but she does have an army of pet squirrels. She defeats people by essentially befriending them. She's bubbly. I can see it.

The heroes don't have to be men btw. I can and will "Hawkeye Project" this shit.

I need to make a Sanders Sides as superheroes drawing

But not like... Roman if he were a superhero. I mean which DC/Marvel hero would they be "variants" of.

I need opinions. Send me options. I'll make polls after I get a few.

Expect Remus. He's Deadpool. That one's easy.

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Eddie, The Patient Chapter 3     (A Reddie Fanfiction)

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“It’s an improv line ‘cause the first time I ever used ‘I forgot the joke’ well, you see, I actually forgot the joke and to save myself I said that I was kidding and kept going with my routine! Some audience members gave me a hard time, but it turns out that I fooled them and then they actually wrote to me apologizing!”

“That’s a funny story, Mr. Tozier,” the host laughed with him. Then she turned and looked into the camera. “We’re going to take a break now, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll be back with a Day in the Life of Comedians.”

Standing up, and taking a breath, Richie stepped away from the set. No matter what, all those studio lights felt like a thousand degrees! Richie shook hands with his contender, Jack. Tonight they’d be battling off left and right with jokes. And this show interview they were filming would air in a week or so.

“Great job, Rich!” His manager, Steve gave him a pat on the back. “Except, I thought we were talking about not bringing that story up.”

Richie rolled his eyes. “So, what’s it gonna do? I’m just trying to show the real me!”

“Yes, and I agree, but I’m afraid that sharing the ‘I forgot the joke’ story could mean that you stumble your routines. You want big audiences out there don’t you, Rich?”

“Steve, just let me handle things, please? Remember what I said? And writing some of my own material has been working!” Richie walked off in a huff. Grabbing a glass of water that a stagehand offered to him, Richie walked outside for some needed air, and to wipe to the sweat off.

Ever since he told his boss that he was going to start writing his own material for shows, he felt as if his career was going in a better direction than it ever was. Eddie was right. He just needed that extra ounce of confidence that he lost. 

Thinking ahead to tonight, the crowd was still building up. Not only was he doing the comedy show with Jack, but another comedian who has been all around the world with her act. And she even called out Richie once! Oh, time for some good old revenge burn.

Feeling his phone buzzing in his pocket, Richie could only guess that it was Steve calling him back to rehearsal. Couldn’t he get a moment’s peace?

But it wasn’t Steve.

No name. Just numbers. But it was coming from right here in L.A.

Gulping, Richie flashed back to the moment where he got the call from Mike Hanlon. The call that changed his life making him step back into the nightmare from his childhood. Then again, he had to admit, that the battle changed everything for the better. 

Feeling his heart pounding, and his stomach nervously grumbled from his nerves, Richie took a deep breath. This always happened to him when a wrong number called. If it was a wrong number. 

Taking a deep breath, Richie answered the call. “H-Hello?”

“Hello, is this Mr. Richard Tozier?” A woman asked him. 

What was this, a prank call? Nobody ever called him by his full name. “Uh, yeah, Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier at your service!” Richie went with his usual intro to break some of his lingering nerves.

“Yes, hello, this is Ruth Alliston, the principal of Hathaway Middle School,” the woman’s voice said. “I’m calling to inform you that your husband is sick and I was wondering if you could come and take him home. I tried calling a couple of your mutual friends, but I couldn’t get a hold of them.”

His heart throbbing, Richie grasped the railing holding himself up. He accidentally knocked the glass of water off the railing, sending it smashing to the ground. Not once since Eddie started his teaching job did they ever call him for something like this. Did he just hear her right? Eddie. His Eddie? Sick? 

“Wait, wait, hold on! What do you mean you called other mutuals? You’re supposed to call me first, damn it!” Richie snapped at her, clutching at his phone.

The woman sighed, obviously sounding frazzled. “I’m sorry, Mr. Tozier, but Eddie gave my specific instruction not to call you. Once I couldn’t get a hold of um,” she paused, turning pages. “Mr. and Mrs. Denbrough I knew that I had no choice but to call you. Oh, he’s very sick with a fever of over one hundred and needs to be taken home.”

Clawing at his hair, Richie mumbled to himself pacing the fire escape. Why was he always out here when got news like this? Of course. Of course, Eddie had to act like he was fine. You should have said something, man! “Um, yeah, you got it. I’ll be there.”

“Oh, wonderful, thank you, sir.” Mrs. Alliston sounded relieved. “Not to worry, he’s asleep right now. The worst seems to have passed.”

The worst? “Thanks, see you later,” Richie said as smoothly as he could. Hanging up the phone, Richie hurried back inside. Goddamn it, Eddie! Of course, you had to act like you were fine! You should have said something, man!

“Rich, where have you been? We’re going to start up again in five minutes!” Steve chewed him out, placing a hand on his shoulder, as he tried to keep up with Richie’s fast pace.

“Steve, I have to go!” Richie protested, hurriedly walking to the elevator.

“Go? Go where? We’re in the middle of taping an interview!” Steve argued with him, gesturing to the set. Jack overheard the situation and turned and looked at them in worry.

“It’s an emergency!” Richie said, pressing the elevator button furiously. 

“Can you tell me? Are we going to have to reschedule everything?” Steve prodded him.

Richie nodded feverishly, watching the floor numbers change. Why were elevators so slow when you needed them? “Yeah, let’s do that. I need to get over to Hathaway Middle School now! Eddie is sick!”

For a moment, Steve didn’t say anything. He noticed that Steve wasn’t that fond of Eddie whenever he was around. Still, he did his best to make polite conversation. “Right. How are you going to get over there? Barry is not available for the rest of the morning.”

Shit! How else was he supposed to get over to the school? It would take at least an hour on foot. And he had to figure out a way to get Eddie home without making him sicker. 

“Can I call you a taxi?” Steve suggested.

Of course! He felt so out of it that he couldn’t think straight. That was when the elevator door opened. “Yeah, thanks!” Richie smiled, despite himself, as he entered the crowded elevator. Ugh, somebody had stinky pits today.

“Rich, call me with an update! You should be back here by 5:00 tonight!” Steve called out to him just as the elevator doors closed. 

Waiting out by the curb and listening to the busy traffic, Richie took a moment to breathe and get his thoughts together. How could he let something like this happen? Besides the distraction with the car, did he really let the excitement of work get in the way? That was so stupid of him! Eddie was way more important! 

He knew something wasn’t right about Eddie’s behavior, but what did he do? Drive off. How could he ever ignore him like that? How could he... forget to think about Eddie? No wonder Eddie was acting so strangely. The uneaten bowl of cereal, barely saying a word and struggling to do a simple task like walking.

Smiling, Richie couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. Eddie had always been an extreme germaphobe. Back when they were students, Eddie washed down every desk before sitting in them during the flu season.

Richie even reminded him about kids getting sick easily when he was studying to become a teacher. Eddie rubbed it off like it was nothing, saying that he was full of bologna. After the first three weeks of teaching, Eddie was complaining about the number of students who were sick with colds. It was funny. But, not now.

He was just hoping that this wasn’t too serious. Whenever Eddie was sick, or he himself, they’d snuggle together. Eddie was always so doting, dropping everything to take care of him. That was the best. He could only guess how much of a helicopter husband he must have been when Eddie had the slightest cold. It was out of love anyway.

In that instant, Richie felt a sting in his gut, realizing how little time they’d spent together as of recently. When was the last time they took a walk around the neighborhood? Or went out for a drink? Or even just stayed inside watching TV? It felt like the only time they ever spent together was cuddling up when they went to bed at night. Only they were asleep. 

Whenever he had nights off, they went to the movies. Sometimes they were the loudest in the theater because they loved to laugh and argue over their own commentary of the film.

And to think we used to spend a few times a week making love... when was the last time we did that?!

It was tough working around his schedule. He worked at night while Eddie worked during the day. Even weekends didn’t supply them with enough time together. Now, he felt lucky that he wasn’t away on a trip. Then what would have happened? 

Richie slid a hand over his face, looking up towards the peaceful sky. To think it wasn’t even noon. Oh well, there was no used dwelling over it all now. Eddie needed him.

Finally, the taxi pulled up and Richie got into the back seat in a hurry.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” The cab driver roared with a smile. His little mustache creased along his upper lip whenever he smiled. “I never thought I’d be hauling Richie Tozier in the back of my taxi! I have to get a picture and frame it!”

“Yeah, later, man! I need to get over to Hathaway Middle school, now!” Richie ordered, waving him off.

“Sure, do the kids want your autograph?” The driver pulled out into the road. Traffic was bad already. Cars honking. The light turning red at the wrong moment. It was never like this. 

Richie nervously sat forward, thumping his hand on the seat, unable to relax. “I wish! It’s my h-husband, Eddie. He’s sick. And guess whose car decided to that it didn’t wanna work properly today? Did you guess me? Good for you, you won a ride with me!” Richie joked, pointing at himself.

Of course, he had to stumble over that word. He still wasn’t used to being out to the public, having ignored and feared to be gay for decades. His announcement had some negative feedback, but he felt happier than he ever did before. Especially with Eddie.

“Oh man, poor guy. The flu is terrible at this time of year. You’re a good husband, you know that?” The cab driver complimented turning back to look at him. “I remember when I showed up to work sick once, I worked in an auto place, and then my wife showed up telling me, ‘I told you so!’”

Richie laughed along, half embarrassed. He took a deep breath through his nose. “Yeah, I’m the man, what can I say?”

The cab driver laughed heartily. “I’ll have you over to the school as soon as I can.”

While making small conversation and jokes with the cab driver, whose name was Harry, the ride felt long. Too long.  Why were there so many red lights today? And did people forget how to cross the street? Richie wanted to beep the horn to get this guy who was staring at his cell phone to pay attention.

Guilt hammered itself into Richie’s heart. Looking out at the passing city, Richie tried to take his mind off everything, to no avail. Don’t worry, Eds, I’m on my way.

And finally, the cab showed up at the school. Before the car even stopped, Richie threw open the door, running out. “Hey, thanks, sorry for being impatient. I wish I could give you that picture, but I don’t have time!”

“Do you want me to wait for you?” The cab driver asked him.

Richie blinked, turning back in his tracks. “Uh... I could be a while.”

“I’m used to waiting,” he said sincerely. “Don’t you think it’ll be tough trying to get another taxi? It’ll be the lunch run in a bit.”

That’s right! Guess he never turned his brain on this morning. “If that’s alright with you, I’ll be right back!” Richie said as he flung up the staircase to the school like a rabbit.

Entering the school, Richie hadn’t roamed school hallways since he graduated from high school. Richie cringed at the thought of being back in another middle school. If it weren’t for his friends, he would never have gotten through school. He bet his dad that he could get a career out of being a comedian without going to college. Richie was still swimming in that money.

Finding the office, the instant the secretary noticed him, she almost fell out of her seat, adjusting her eyeglasses. “Richie Tozier! I was not expecting you today! My son is a big fan!” she chirped as her cheeks grew red. 

Richie smirked, winking at her, obviously enjoying the attention. Still, he had to stay focused. “Wish I could be here for better circumstances. I need to take Eddie home.”

The secretary’s face immediately softened, cracking into a heartbreaking sad frown. “Oh, the poor guy. He looked as pale as a ghost when Mrs. Alliston brought him back here. I sure hope he is going to be okay. He is a sweetheart.”

Although his heart cracked at the awful thought of Eddie’s condition, Richie leaned against the counter trying to make the secretary smiled. “You got that right! Except when he’s cranky. Some mornings he is a real joy to wake up to because he tells me that I snore!”

Laughing, the secretary paged the principal. “Okay, I’ll send him back. Go on, Ruth is waiting for you,” she said getting up from her seat and opening the door to the main office.

Richie went on his way, winking at her again. “Thanks. Oh, and I own you an autograph!”

Walking into the back office, Richie met the principal, who stepped out from her office with a wide grin happily shaking his hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Tozier. Eddie has talked a lot about you.”

“Oh yeah, I hope it’s all good things!” Richie teased.

“Don’t worry. He loves talking about you. Don’t tell him I said this but sometimes the way he talks about you makes me think of him like a school girl! It’s quite amusing!”

Crossing his fingers, Richie was just seconds away from bursting into laughter. Definitely worth a save for teasing which was basically all they did. “So, where is he anyway?”

Her face turned back to worry, leading Richie down a small corridor of the office. “He’s asleep in the nurse’s office. The poor thing, when I went to put his belongings on a chair next to the bed he didn’t even stir.”

Guilt-ridden, Richie almost stumbled into a wall. “Jeez...”

“He’s in here,” she said indicating to a room with the lights out. “His belongings are on a chair next to the bed. If I’m right, the poor dear is still asleep. You’re going to have to wake him up.”

Richie waved it off like it was nothing. “Even if I tiptoe it wakes him up and he lectures me!” He snickered.

Mrs. Alliston laughed as she walked away. “Eddie is right. You are a card!”

“A real comedian, I am!” Richie joked as his hand fell on the door. He gingerly turned the knob and slowly opened the door. The room was dark, with the only source of light protruding from the covered windows. Once his eyes adjusted, it took a moment to find the bed. Once he did, Richie came across the small, thin form of his husband sleeping soundly on the nurse’s bed in the corner of the room, with a trash can pulled up near the bed. 

Feeling his heart drop into his stomach, his legs shaking, Richie exhaled and came into the room, closing the door just a smidge. Sure enough, Eddie was fast asleep, hardly making a noise. If it weren’t for the minute rise and fall from his chest, Eddie would have looked...

No... he couldn’t think that.

Richie quietly walked into the room, and slowly sat down on the bad. Eddie hardly stirred, sleeping peacefully. For a little bit, Richie sat there, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, letting him sleep a few more minutes. That gave him the time to study how sick he was. Even in this dim lighting, he could tell how sickly pale Eddie was.

For a moment he thought that he was back in the hospital, holding Eddie’s frail hand when the doctors notified them how they weren’t sure if Eddie would make it through the night. But, Eddie showed who was stronger.

Thinking back to the call, the realization that Eddie was sick and the fact that he didn’t even want to call him first Richie’s grip tightened. Richie couldn’t blame him. Eddie felt himself like he was a burden due to the years of being berated about every little thing he did. 

Oh, course he wouldn’t tell me. He thinks that vain in my head would pop!

Leaning down, Richie kissed his forehead, tasting the sweat rolling down his warm pale face. The worry and guilt set in even further, causing his grip to tighten. He had to get Eddie home now.

“And you thought I wouldn’t come help you, huh? Man, you’re crazy!” he whispered in a loud voice to his sleeping husband as he prepared to wake him up.

[simptasia]

hc questions 5, 6, 7, 26, 44 & 47 for any or all of the science team members if you want? :)

oh bless!! thank you!! i’ll go with My Beloved Three, as usual, the sci trio

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

my hcs on this have wobbled over time but overall i imagine dan, char and miles are all like, fairly, neat. tho they all have a tendency to leave papers around

and miles doesn’t make the bed as much. cuz imagining miles napping in rumpled quilts is a very cute mental image. hair disheveled

i think a good term for whats going on with dan and char is Organized Chaos. they’re both scientists (and a musician) for heck’s sake. it doesn’t look like they know what they’re doing but they do. but ur not gonna walk into their house(s) and be like “ugh gross what the fuck”. it’s nice. dan tends to make the bed

and i imagine dan keeps The Rat Room (yes, you heard me) immaculate because you reeeeeeally want that area to be well cared for

as for personal, lets get this out of the way, none of them are yucky. but dan is showering the least, just due to absent mindedness and hyperfixation. like ya really get into a project and then suddenly oh fuck i need a shower. but thats relative. he’s not a stinky gross boy. i imagine miles washes the most because like, he has body piercings and those GOTTA be cleaned every day, especially the downstairs one. miles values his dick, he don’t want an infection

also its amazing how much more you shower/bathe when you have a partner. or in this case, two partners. in general and for sexy purposes. hell yeah

well thats enough of me picturing these three showering, moving on

Eating habits and sample daily menu

its odd how often i’ve pictured these people eating together

dan: eats the least (and for once that isn’t a skinny joke, he could eat cake every day and he’d still be like that) because for the most part he doesn’t have much of an appetite. he eats what he needs, with random bursts of being really hungry (it’s a neurodivergent thing). i imagine he has a extra fondness for pasta and can put a surprising amount of it away when he wants to. tho typically for ease, he’ll stick to noodles. he takes his coffee mild and decaf. i hc him as a vegetarian due to not being able to process meat. his body also cannot handle alcohol and the one time he tried it he needed to be hospitalized. his ice cream preference is vanilla with chocolate sprinkles. or honeycomb. favourite vegetable is capsicum (which he’d call a bell pepper because he’s american), favourite fruit is pineapple. on that note he likes pineapple pizza. overall he eats simple but isn’t against trying new things. he has a very neutral disposition towards food

char: of the trio, i define charlotte as the Loud Passionate One so obviously being a big eater goes with that, likes a big breakfast (eggs, sausages, sometimes french toast!), sometimes skips lunch when she’s working at the museum due to focus, has a ravenous sweet tooth (i haven’t been subtle that i’ve made her ADORE chocolate but in general i see her liking sweet things), she can handle eating less tho because she’s gone on plenty of expeditions and such. so i think she eats a lot under normal circumstances because, like, she can. i don’t think i need to tell you what her ice cream or starbucks preferences are, do i? takes her coffee with three sugars, two coffees and creamy. likes mochas and hot chocolates too. with marshmallows. naturally, her fave kind of chocolate is galaxy because she is an English Woman. another fave of hers is cadbury’s creme eggs. but lest you think Good Lord Sapphire This Woman’s Entire Body Is A Sugar Molecule, don’t worry she does eat well. like veggies, fruits, meats, she’s fine. of meats, she has a fondness for fish (i have no further information, im terrible with fish. but she’s a pom, so...). favourite fruit is pear, favourite vegetable is peas. likes a bacardi, or rum and coke

miles: he eats a “normal” amount but he’s a grazer. which means, not so much Set Meal eating than eating/snacking thru out the day. he takes his coffee black, no surprise, but with sugar! see, its a metaphor. for him. likes fried eggs and hash browns. his fave food is very cheap mac and cheese. i think in general he really likes cheese. he doesn’t have complicated tastes, like, he grew up poor. he likes seafood (in particular fish tacos) but not lobster as he discovered when he got cashed up. he likes salty food but likes sweets too, in particular i can imagine him snacking on m&ms, skittles, gummi bears. little things. doesn’t have a fave vegetable because he doesn’t care enough, to him veggies are things to eat so you won’t die. doesn’t hate him but isn’t excited to eat ‘em. fave ice cream is mint choc. he’ll drink whatever (except for vodka) but is used to beer. thinks pineapple on pizza is an abomination, espech since he really likes pizza otherwise. i consider him a food opportunist, like, oh theres food here? yoink. or like, oh hey, if everybody else is eating, i’ll have whatever’s going on

....i feel like whenever i write hcs about these guys my brain takes on their tone. like, that was a lot of short, eh whatever, sentences for miles there

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

dan:

- reading (really depends on how you define Wasting Time). also he composes music and when he was alive, that was considered wasting time (ugh)

- sometimes even just doing hobbies or work or whatever, even then, he tends to have this feeling of never doing enough due to his Perfectly Healthy And Supportive Upbringing [seethes] so uhhhh basically, anxiety? like this was a dude raised to think anything other than his work was a waste of time. it didn’t exactly work but a decent amount of that Pressure has to still sit with him

char:

- watching tv, espech star trek

- not a waste of time if you’re enjoying yourself

miles:

- card and board games (weren’t expecting that, were ya? i’m not saying that's his Fave Thing To Do, but he considers that a good chill out thing to do. something to do when ur bored but you don’t feel like watching tv or having sex)

- “it’s something to do”

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

dan:

for original lifetime dan, it was Do Science, Make Mom Proud (tiny voice: and maybe spend the rest of my life with charlotte. if i’m lucky. maybe. please? love?) cuz i imagine dan, although very focussed on the future, actually doesn’t think/care about HIS future. i just don’t think he cares about himself enough

limbo dan is like Make Music, Love Charlotte. which is fair. and then Love Miles on top of that. so yeah, just wants to be a good musician and husband. and one day, father. with char actually in his life in this world, thats def on his mind. he won’t bring it up tho, he’ll wait for her to mention it :3

(dan’s canon contingency plan for things not working out is hydrogen bomb)

char:

alive char, like, ADVENTURE! ISLAND! SOLVE MYSTERIES! that makes it sound like she’s a fucking scooby doo character. i mean, her Goal was to find the island and find out what the fucky duck is going on. she did that. and overall his goals seem like adventure/career orientated. i hc that this version of char never intended on getting married or having kids. she wasn’t Against the ideas and she’s certainly had romances but she was more thinking of other things. (that and i think deep down char thought nobody would ever wanna marry her)

in limboverse There Is No Mystery but she still has her great job(s), that is she works at a museum and i think she goes on expeditions sometimes. so theres that, she’s got the great career. really, her Plan for the future in this world is live the live she couldn’t before. she (and dan!) died young so they’re gonna like, actively adore each other and get married and have kids. and also miles is there. ha, that sounded so rude. she loves miles too. (besties/fuck buddies turned Hey You Wanna Join Me And Dan’s Relationship and miles like... yeah sure)

miles:

step one: get money to fill gaping hole of sadness in chest

step two: ????

step three: die

and even my limbo miles whomst i’ve put with dan and char doesn’t have any plans for the future, besides like, do his job and maybe become a dad again (context: i hc that miles had two kids with richard when he was alive). so he’s still chilling but without the depressing ache of loneliness and bitterness

so basically long story short for all of them (in limboverse): Love & Family

Superstitions or views on the occult?

ohooo i like this one

dan: didn’t grow up believing in magic and such (which is super ironic because his mother is a fucking other) but he has a very open mind. i think he’ll believe it if he’s thrust into the situation. it’s interesting really, dan is known as the science guy and that's great but he’s super fucking accepting of not science shit. tho of course, he’s not seeing the island time travel as magic but science. but more importantly, he regards miles’ powers with zero doubt or questioning. he doesn’t even seem confused, he is absolutely on board with miles being able to talk to dead people. this all implies miles told him off screen and dan believes him

so basically he’ll accept whatever is presented to him as true

which honestly, is what a good scientist is like. the trope of the scientist character who is ultra non believing of the supernatural, even when they’re seeing it before their eyes, is annoying. like, you know the ones? the ones who get angry about it. the overly skeptical scientist. hate that. dan is not that

and his character arc includes embracing free will over destiny so there's that

char: she’s not superstitious and doesn’t believe in magic or the supernatural at all. tho thrown into bizarre situations she’s like ???? but has to accept it. and she KNOWS something is up with the island. she knows its different. i just mean, under normal circumstances she’d regard magic stuff as funny nonsense. i hc that char, in living life, doesn’t believe miles can speak to the dead. really fucking weird this isn’t addressed in the show but hahaaaa they wasted char! anyways and like, if presented with the concept that dan’s brain damage is being healed by the island, she’d look confused, say thats impossible but she’d think on it

what i’m saying is she’ll rule out magic concepts at first, on reflex. but would grow to accept them, especially with stuff she knows/has repressed

she doesn’t believe in ghosts, psychics, visions, magic healing and all those exist in her world, so it’s all a matter of experience

miles: WELL WHADDYA THINK

actually it’s funny. miles has magic powers but he’s 0% superstitious and i imagine outside of his own powers, he really doesn’t believe in the occult. i hc that until he personally proved otherwise, he grew up thinking he was mentally ill. and once he realised it was true, thought he was some kind of freak

and he’s incredulous when he finds out hurley has powers too. tho miles, being miles, does roll with the punches a lot in the show, he’s skeptical when it comes to hurley's power. and i find that interesting. also i fucking love how when hurley describes his power, miles says “thats not how it works”, like ???? babe???

but overall his attitude on the island is like “well. this is happening”

i do think thru his life, despite his power, he doesn’t believe in All Magic or occult or whatever. i also hc that he attracted those kind of people who are REALLY into astrology and auras and stuff like that and he found them exasperating. (i think he’d be a lot more okay with it if it was claire who was talking about astrology and palm reading with him. he’d be endeared when its her)

and i think he thinks other psychics he’s met or seen on tv are straight up bullshit. he can believe he has it but he’s skeptical of other people. just assumes they’re scammers. hell, he was a scammer. who just happened to have the power. he was like “well i have this, i may as well get some use outta it”

oh and in limboverse, they all kinda have to accept their situation. and they take it with ease due to appreciating getting happier lives

How do they express love?

a dan who loves you will pet your face and look at you like ur his entire reason to live. a char who loves you will squeak at your jokes and will never once let you feel bad about yourself. a miles who loves you is sorry he isn’t better at this stuff but he really is trying... sure we can cuddle if you wanna, that’s cool v///v

the dan and char we saw in the show was them holding back and i find that very amusing because they were HEART EYES AS FUCK for each other and so affectionate and so soft hearted, like oh my gosh. canon show dan/char is them when they’re pining... when they’re not even a couple (yet, damn it)

imagine them at full power

i figured it out, dan/char couldn’t be an Official Couple because then jeremy davies and rebecca mader would have destroyed us all, especially me

anyways. they’re both very protective of each other. they... they touch each other a lot. like a lot for people who aren’t dating and whomst don’t think the other one loves them. like char is surprised when dan says he loves her. that fucking astonishes me. HE’S NOT SUBTLE. char are you okay???

dan is more open about the love than char, seeing as he said it. and double downed on it. char i feel was holding back for different reasons than dan. dan was holding back (fucking barely) because of eloise’s Love Will Only Bring Pain upbringing, which’d give somebody a serious complex. so he was adverse to actually pursuing a relationship AND i figure he thought “she wouldn’t wanna be with me anyways”. but char i imagine, a deep seated insecurity and need to be defensive, but also! dan was like REALLY mentally unwell before the island. and that's the dan that char knows (and loves) but she’d feel guilty if she pursued anything with him. like she’s taking advantage of a brain damaged person

ah fuck i went on a big thing about why they didn’t become a couple instead of like.... the question. how do they express love? like they did in the show. smiles, touches, longing gazes, protectiveness. they would die for each other

as for miles, how does he express love? Not Well. at first

whoever is the first person he fell in love with (i imagine richard), he was not good at... being open about that. i don’t think miles is good with love. lived his life pretty detached/bitter about the concept, which i imagine is due to having cynicism about life and death. everybody you love is gonna die, so why bother? (his mom dying hit him pretty hard) so uhhh its gonna be... baby steps

slowly becoming more open about liking somebody, becoming more affectionate, more... uh, couple-y (and later throuple-y). it’d take time and he will always be miles, but hey, he gets there. he’ll still always have his snark but he won’t be a Genuine Asshole to people he loves. heck, i imagine he’ll be downright soft in the right situation. and he can be gentle and kind. he’s a salty boy not a cunt

but i digress. basically he’s a little “yeah, yeah, i love you too, shut up” about it but he does have that soft gooey center. basically those who know him, and love him, know his true heart. it’s just a part of being miles “defensive walls” straume

feels love (and even that takes him a while to realise, cuz he hasn’t been a romantic relationship kinda guy, most of his life his relationships have been a Just Sex thing), not Great at like... Doing Love, you know what i mean? but like once he’s used to it, he can be quite a tender little pudding cup, actually

[bluerene]

Small Request if you are available for it: DickKory morning fluff as Kory is awake but her husband is still asleep. Go all out with whatever they do for fun with each other.

Adhdidjkd this is such a cute prompt, I’m so sorry it’s taken me such a long time to get to this!

seeing sights & pillow fights

She roused every morning before dawn, intent on catching sunlight as soon as it tore through the darkness, but lately, Kory couldn’t seem to drag herself out of bed.

It might’ve had something to do with the snoring body that was curled around her - a view she vastly preferred to sunrise. Her husband’s arms encircled her waist protectively, his wedding band glinting against his pale skin. He liked to rest his head against her back, often waking her with kisses along her spine if she happened to sleep in. He kept her body pressed firmly to his, their legs tangled beneath them. She was convinced he did this on purpose, to trap her in the sanctuary of their room for a few moments more. Also, she felt something poking her lower back nearly every morning, and she figured it was his way of hinting they take care of it. Which they always did. 

She loved watching him like this. She liked to turn in his arms and memorize the lines of his face again and again, lying so close their noses nearly touched. On good nights, when she didn’t have nightmares, and he didn’t stay up working to avoid falling asleep, he almost looked like the boy he was when they first met. Kory liked to close her eyes and feel him, running her fingers along the muscles of his chest and the curve of his arm, the sharp plane of his jaw and the bridge of his nose. He’d kiss her fingers through his haze of sleepiness when she touched his lips, quietly worshipping her while she learned his body. 

On mornings like this, the breaks of peace they’d earned after years of battle, Richard Grayson was the best sight she could see. 

The first taste of sunlight was Kory’s favorite. But these days, it just wasn’t enough.

She’d been feeling a bit melancholy as of late. They’d been married for almost two years and had been trying for a baby since his birthday passed. It was almost December and they’d had no luck, despite the many, many rounds of sex they’d enjoyed endured. Richard didn’t seem too concerned. Kory didn’t know what to think.

“Mmmph, wife,” he mumbled, squeezing her waist, “go back to sleep.”

Kory laughed quietly, butting his chin gently with the top of her head.

“You first, beloved,” she whispered, “how long have you been awake?”

“Since you stopped letting me spoon you so you could perv out on my face an’ stuff,” Richard said, yawning, “I could hear you thinking too. What’s wrong, Star?”

“Nothing is wrong,” she said reassuringly, stroking her husband’s hair, “I was merely thinking of you.”

“Nuhhh, come on, talk to me.”

“Richard, it is nothing.”

He poked open an eye, watching her critically before sighing.

“C’mon, it’s clearly not nothing.”

“I wish to discuss it later. Please, Richard,” Kory said, leaning over to kiss the corner of his mouth.

His lips twitched, his eye closing resolutely.

“You have morning breath. Yuck.”

“I would never!” His wife replied indignantly, pushing him onto his back with her palm at his shoulder. She slung her legs over his hips and straightened her back, “do the taking of that comment back.”

“Nope.”

Her eyes narrowed, her gloomy mood vanishing almost instantly. 

“Are you disobeying your loving and forgiving Starfire, Richard?” She asked, crossing her arms. 

His hands crept up her thighs, his eyes still shut tight. 

“I’m just being an honest husband with my stunningly perfect and stinky-breathed wife.”

“Your stinky-breathed half-naked wife,” she corrected, quickly raising the hem of her nightshirt and tossing it aside. 

Richard opened his eyes immediately, grinning with delight at the sight of his wife’s -

“You do not get to enjoy me or my breath of mornings,” Kory announced, leaning forward to snatch Richard’s pillow out from underneath him. 

“Hey! Wha- oomph!” he cried out, laughing while she clobbered him with the pillow, “Star, cut that out!”

“I am sorry, I cannot hear you over the badness of my breath,” she shrieked, giggling madly when his fingers slid to her sides in an effort to tickle his way free. 

“That’s my line,” he growled, stealing the pillow from her grasp and throwing it to the other side of the room. Richard gripped her wrists and flipped them over, leaning down to swiftly plant a kiss on her cheek.

“Gotcha!” He said triumphantly, “now, talk to me, okay? What’s wrong, Star?”

Kory sighed, smiling sadly when she looked into his eyes.

“Am I enough, Richard? It is times like these where I feel as if I have failed you. We…you have always wanted a large family, and instead, you are stuck with me.”

His grin vanished instantly, replaced with a look of worry. 

“Oh, Kory, beautiful, sit up for a sec -” Richard sat back, intertwining their fingers, “don’t ever say shit like that. Listen to me, I want to be with you. If we have five kids, great. If we don’t have any, that’s totally fine too. We’ve only been trying for a little while. And who knows, maybe we’ll try other options in the future. I just don’t want you to feel pressured about something you can’t even control.”

“But I -”

“Kids don’t make a family, Kor. You’re my family. Raven, Gar, Vic, Sarah, they’re my family. Al and Bruce and my brothers are my family.”

Kory hiccuped and threw her arms around his neck, climbing into his lap.

“I love you, Richard,” she breathed, kissing his jaw, “more than anything.”

“I love you too, Star,” he replied, burying his hands in her hair, “you’re the best thing to wake up to. 

It didn’t matter that Kory had been missing the sunrise for the last few weeks. There were much better sights to see.

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

maxsaturdayhatesnarwhals replied to your post “y’all got any weird vegetables or fruits I’ve never heard of?”

Durian

‘Your breath will smell as if you'd been French-kissing your dead grandmother’

‘Travel writer Richard Sterling gets a little more hyperbolic, describing its odor as “pig-shit, turpentine, and onions, garnished with a gym sock.”’

‘Taking Mother Nature up on her sharp, stinky dare’

‘It’s been conveniently overlooked in favor of foods less reminiscent of rotting garbage’

‘We could ignore the garbagefruit no longer’

‘We also couldn’t ignore the fact that it would be exceptionally poor form to crack open this biological stinkbomb in the middle of a crowded office’

‘Once outdoors and exhumed from its Styrofoam chamber, the demonfruit effectively quadrupled its stink-power’

‘Based on its looks, smell, and feel, durian wants us to leave it alone. We should probably give it what it wants.’

i’m crying the stinkyfruit is banned in places for the stench alone 

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