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hardboiledleggs · 1 year

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You Looking at Me Looking at You ~ Steddie Week Day 6 @steddie-week

Acrid smoke belched from beneath the hood of his dingy van. Eddie sighed as he slammed his fists against the steering wheel and snatched his bag from the passenger’s seat with a groan. Just his luck.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled across the parking lot, eyes squinted against a bitter wind that was howling across the campus. This was the third time this month that the van had quit on him on his way to class, and he was fresh out of extra cash to pay for even a bus ticket, let alone a tow truck.

Eddie had just finished weighing the merits of walking home versus calling his Uncle Wayne, who lived in a trailer an hour away from campus, when he reached the squat building housing his favorite class, Intermediate Painting. He swung the door wide, breathing in the smell of canvas and turpentine, and stepped around the many easels scattered across the floor until he reached his favorite corner. Robin was already there, fiddling with her supplies, and her face broke into a toothy grin when she saw Eddie.

“Hiya, Munson! I was wondering if you were ever gonna get here. You’re usually so early, is something wrong?” she chirped as she busied herself with arranging her brushes.

Eddie flopped onto his stool with a huff. “It’s my stupid van. Fuckin’ blew another gasket or some shit. I thought it was gonna explode before I made it into the parking lot.”

She winced in sympathy. “That’s too bad, Eds. You can’t ask Wayne for any extra cash to maybe replace the engine or something?”

“No, no, I-I mean, I don’t want to bother him with something like this. He’s got a lot on his plate, and I’m an adult. I’m supposed to be figuring this stuff out on my own.”

“If you’re sure. Hey, you can always crash at my dorm tonight if you can figure out a way to sneak past Wheeler. She’s been taking her RA duties veeery seriously lately,” Robin rolled her eyes as she said this. “Apparently, Carol from 306 got busted when she went home for Thanksgiving. They went into her room for maintenance and it turns out she had snuck her boyfriend in and he was living there. Wheeler was pissed it happened under her nose.”

Eddie snorted. “Carol Perkins? From our English 101 class first semester? That doesn’t surprise me at all. Remember when she came in late for the exam covered in hickeys? She clearly doesn’t know how to be subtle.”

He grinned and began to sort through his own supplies as Robin cackled. Today was supposed to be a live model study, and he had been struggling with the assignments set to them regarding the human form so far. Eddie had been practicing sketching strangers in the park and at coffee shops, but Professor Bauman had insisted that he had yet to “capture the innate sexuality of the bare human form,” whatever that meant. He was determined to get it right today.

At that moment, Professor Bauman swept into the room, wearing a bright pink smock smattered with paint. He clapped his hands together, silencing the muted chatter in the room.

“Children, children! We have precious little time today for our artistry, so PLEASE let’s get started. I want you to focus on the proportions of your sketch today, making sure that we’re being as accurate as possible before any paint blesses the surface of your canvas.” He leveled a pointed look at Robin, who flushed and picked at a hole in the knee of her jeans. “If everyone is ready, I’ll go and grab our model for today.”

Eddie stuck his tongue out at Robin. “Eat it, Birdie. You aren’t the favorite anymore.”

“Oh, please. You know he lets me call him Murray during office hours.”

“Ask him to boost my grade next time you’re in there, will you? Make yourself useful for once.”

Their squabbling was cut short as Bauman’s office door swung open and out stepped Adonis. Okay, it wasn’t really Adonis, but to Eddie, the model may as well have been the stunning Grecian figure. He was stark naked, of course, which allowed Eddie to see the moles that dotted his gleaming skin like dark constellations. His bronze hair was swept artfully off his forehead, almost gravity-defying in its levity. He was toned, but not overly muscular, and his chest was covered in a dense thicket of hair that Eddie wanted to press his face against. Eddie desperately worked to keep his eyes level with the model’s collarbone and not stray any farther down.

“Hi, everyone, I’m Steve. I’m just going to be doing one pose today, so I’ll be taking quick breaks to stretch every 30 minutes or so.” Steve had a nice voice, calm and alluring. “Feel free to come closer if you need a more detailed look at anything for your sketch, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.”

He smiled at the class, showing off a row of even white teeth. Professor Bauman shook Steve’s hand firmly and waved him toward the low table in the center of the room.

“Remember, let your hands be your brushes. Let the colors move through you and allow them to direct your movements. You have two hours. Begin, please!”

At that moment, Robin elbowed Eddie sharply in the ribs, forcing a hacking cough from his lungs as he took his first breath in what felt like hours.

“Jesus, Munson. Subtlety isn’t your strong suit either,” she muttered from the corner of her mouth.

Eddie spared her a glance of disdain before watching Steve lower himself onto the table, folding his arms underneath his head and bending one leg so his knee pointed skyward in a pose that showed off just how muscular his thighs were. Shaking himself, Eddie sorted through his pencils with a shaking hand until he found one light enough to begin his sketch with.

The next half hour was torturous. Eddie really did try for professionalism, carefully outlining Steve’s frame and sketching out the proportions for his hands, but every time the model shifted to grab a drink of water or stretch out his limbs, Eddie’s eyes drifted downward and he became so flustered his pencil would slip and mar his careful marks.

At the hour mark, Professor Bauman began to walk around the room to begin his critiques. He had this way of leaning into his students’ space and artfully picking apart their work that was equal parts impressive and unnerving. At Robin’s canvas, he paused for about a minute before remarking “Don’t be afraid to get up close and give the appropriate detail to the more intimate parts of our friend Steve,” which made Robin blush.

His gaze slide to Eddie’s work, and he broke into a pleased smile.

“Yes, Munson! This is what I have been looking for from you! Do you see how you’ve used the light in the room to bring the focus of your sketch to his face? And his expression, my God, so simultaneously haunting and sensual! Excellent work, keep it up!”

Bauman swept away in a dramatic fashion, leaving Eddie to bury his face in his hands. The word ‘sensual’ echoed around his skull. He wondered if Steve had been listening to that particular bit of the professor’s speech and internally debated whether it would be more embarrassing to leave now or possibly be stuck walking to the parking lot at the same time as the model.

Robin snorted, catching Eddie’s eye and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as he glowered at her. Leave it to Buckley to revel in his extreme embarrassment.

The class continued to sketch silently, save for the shuffling of supplies or a muffled curse when someone smudged their careful pencil lines. Eddie had almost completed his initial portrait when he got to the hands and frowned. Hands had never been his strong suit; they were always proportioned differently on each person, and there were too many knuckles and creases to ever look natural.

Sighing, he gathered some scrap paper and a pencil and shoved his stool back from his easel. He shuffled into the center of the room to Steve’s side, trying and failing to keep his eyes on the more appropriate parts of the model. Steve’s eyes flitted to his own, and he grinned up at Eddie, though he kept his body completely still.

“Need to see anything specific?” he asked quietly.

Eddie flushed beet-red. “Uh, your hands?” he asked, cringing internally at his indecisive tone.

Steve lifted one hand and placed it in Eddie’s palm. “Do your worst, Munson,” he said with a wink. “That is your name, right?”

His fingers were warm and solid against Eddie’s, and each nail was painted a different color, though most of the paint was chipping. Up this close, Eddie could smell a faint hint of something floral: Steve’s shampoo, maybe? He clutched Steve’s fingers and sat on the small stool next to the table, searching for his usual confidence.

“That’s my name, feel free to wear it out.”

A hastily-stifled laugh shook Steve’s chest, and he glared at Eddie in mock anger as Eddie’s ego preened under the positive attention.

“I really need this paycheck, dude, don’t screw this up for me. I can’t go back to scooping ice cream at the mall,” he whined.

Eddie smiled as he held Steve’s hand up, carefully bending and straightening each knuckle as he sketched.

“Sorry, big boy. I can’t just turn off my irresistible charm all willy-nilly. What if a handsome man walks in here and starts flirting with me? I have to be prepared for every possibility.”

“I thought a handsome man was already flirting with you,” Steve shot back, a glint in his warm brown eyes.

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat, but he recovered quickly, glancing around the room in exaggerated confusion.

“Really? Where is he?”

Steve yanked his hand away, still grinning. “You wound me, Munson. I thought I had a sensual form? Maybe I’ll just take my talents elsewhere.”

Eddie finished his sketch with a flourish and stood, shrugging at the model still lying flat on the table in front of him.

“I suppose you can do that, but good luck finding another cute guy to flirt with in here,” he drawled.

“There’s always Professor Bauman,” Steve snarked, and Eddie snorted as he backed toward his easel.

As soon as he had flopped back into his seat and his face was hidden from Steve, Eddie spun to face Robin. She was already looking at him with a knowing expression on her face, one eyebrow lifted in an unspoken question.

“He’s so hot, Birdie. And funny. I’m going to die!” Eddie hissed at her, and she rolled her eyes at him fondly as she took in the panicked expression on his face.

“Just so you know, Mr. Hot-and-Funny watched your ass the entire walk back to your seat. Good thing you wore your tight jeans today,” Robin smirked.

Eddie flipped her off and schooled his face into a neutral expression. He refused to give her the satisfaction of flustering him.

When the professor told them to pack up for the day, Steve stretched languidly like a cat and loped into Bauman’s office. Eddie gazed after him dazedly, watching as his muscular thighs flexed and his ass bounced with every step. He would’ve been more embarrassed if there weren’t at least five other students doing the exact same thing.

Robin stood and sighed. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she tugged at a lock of Eddie’s hair.

“You sure you’ll be able to get home okay? I bet we could sneak you past Wheeler if we tried.” The genuine concern in her voice almost melted his resolve, but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about me, Buckley. I have enough duct tape to hold the old gal together for another few miles at least.” Her frown deepened, and he hastily added, “Besides, I don’t think Tammy likes me very much. The last time I was over I broke one of her mugs and she called me an ‘inbred hick’ or something charming like that. I still can’t believe you ever had a thing for her.”

Robin shook her head ruefully. “Alright, asshat. I’ll see you next week then. Call me when you get home so I know you lived.”

She left, barely catching the toe of her sneaker on the doorjamb and stumbling into the hall as she went. Eddie listened to her muffled curses as she tripped down the hall on the walk back to her dorm and grinned to himself.

He packed up his supplies carefully. This professional shit hadn’t been cheap, and he definitely couldn’t afford to replace his oil pencils if he ruined them. As he was stacking his canvas carefully in the back with the others, the door to the professor’s office opened and Steve stepped out, dressed now in simple blue jeans and a bright yellow sweater. He was frowning slightly and fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt, but he straightened up and his face brightened when he spotted Eddie still lingering in the classroom.

“Hey, Munson! I was hoping I could catch you before you left,” he called as he hurried to Eddie’s side. “How did your piece turn out?”

“Not bad,” Eddie smiled. “Helped that the subject was cute, you know. I do my best work when I’m staring at hot people.”

Steve threw his head back in a genuine laugh as they began the walk through campus. His strides were much longer than Eddie’s, despite their similar heights, and Eddie found himself rushing a bit to keep up.

“So, are you majoring in Art?” Steve asked, his casual tone at odds with the searching intensity in his eyes.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I want to do tattoos for a living like my mom, so… art degree! College isn’t really my thing but I knew my uncle would get a real kick out of raising a college grad. I used to, you know, deal in high school, so he just about explodes with pride whenever he can tell somebody I’m a sophomore in college.” Eddie grinned ruefully at Steve. “Of course, the dealing is what made it possible to pay for these first couple of years, but there’s a mutual understanding to ignore that part of our finances.”

That drew out another laugh from Steve. Eddie felt the laugh settle somewhere in his chest, warming him from the inside despite the biting wind.

“So, what do you usually get up to after class?” Steve questioned. He was still picking at the loose threads on the ends of his sleeves like he was nervous, although he seemed perfectly comfortable walking with Eddie.

“Well, today I will be begging my uncle to come up and drive me home, probably. My van quit on me again this morning,” Eddie sighed as he scuffed his shoe along the edge of the sidewalk. He knew Wayne wouldn’t mind, but he felt horrible for interrupting his uncle’s sleep schedule because he couldn’t take care of his own vehicle.

“Damn. If only there was a cute guy around who would definitely drive you home if you asked nicely.” Steve snapped his fingers in an ‘aw shucks’ motion and sighed. “If only he had a really nice car and absolutely nothing to do tonight and is desperately trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you.”

Eddie’s heart leaped into his throat. Blush saturated his cheeks, staining them with pink, and he turned to look Steve in the eye.

“You better not be fucking with me, okay? You’re fun and I like you, so if you drive me home, it better not be the last time I see you.”

Steve gave him a long and searching look before grabbing Eddie’s hand and looping their fingers together.

“Well I, for one, am excited to see your place,” he said softly.

Eddie grinned and allowed himself to be tugged toward the parking lot a little faster than his legs could carry him.

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hell-drabbles · 9 months

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So another ramble with Ra-On (aka WHB MC)

I always had problem with how the MC carry themselves throughout the game. I don't know if this was supposed to be a self insert or they already reserved an OC playing as protagonist, but the former seems preferred though. Ra-On (I think that's the MC name?) lack decency even from the start of the game, not only that but they- (and no I'm not gonna use 'she/her' on them, fight me) -seem to be giving off 'Gross, loser Gamer' type of vibe. They don't know how to take care of themselves and have minyheok (poor bb) do it for them instead. Not only that but they also come off as freeloader since they mostly stay in minyheok house. I'm betting my soul that Ra-On house/room probably look like the cockroach's base at this point. They don't seem to show nor mention of having any job/interest than fawning over a person or being horny 24/7, or either both 🤷.

Now don't get me wrong. There are times where i, too, let myself loosen up abit and thirst for someone/something, but to do it everyday? ALL THE TIME?? Mam where's your dignity and shame?? Were you gonna be a fleshlight forever??? What if you grown old??? You better be married to minyheok cause if not, I'm gonna go Gabriel 2.0.

Now that dignity is on the table, I also started to wonder if Ra-On are even a human? I'm not exaggerating when I say dignity, alongside morality, is what make us human in the firstplace. I'm not saying that Ra-On should be pure or holy since in this messed-up universe, that wouldn't work. But all I'm say is they should be in the middle.While helping the devils win the war is alright, that doesn't mean your 'actually' have to indulge within their sexual acts nor become one of them. Like it doesn't make sense??? Like, fine. Your a human in hell, but your 'NOT' a devil like them. Why should you change yourself just to blend and entertained them? Remember that your the descendant of solomon, meaning that you have an upper hand to them, not a random cheep-ass whore to be stuffed :(.

My theory about Ra-On not being a human is still standing. If your any normal person, you will 'hesitate' to accept a hand coming from satan, let alone helping the devils win the war, even if your best friend is in danger since in the bible, devils often see as mischievous and untrustworthy creature that will take your soul to the deepest of hell just to burn it . I'm not gonna say 'no' immediately since your being hunted down and don't have any choice, just maybe hesitation? For what? Idk your safety and soul?

But Ra-On? Fucker didn't think twice before jumping in dicks. 🤦

Am I slandering Ra-on? Absolutely. Do I care? No. Why am I doing this? Just because Ra-on is so fucking annoying and barely done anything that doesn't include decency

Bye 🤮

I get a whole lot of second hand embarrassment with this main character, honestly. And getting horny in the middle of a fucking war certainly isn't something that will have me endear to this character. Now, if this war wasn't treated as seriously as it does, and if this was just an everyday thing that these devils and angels do, then I can excuse the casualness the main character treats everything.

Honestly, I wouldn't have a problem with a character like the main character, if they weren't the main character at all. If they were just a side character getting dragged into bullshit situations and someone is there to keep them in line. That and it would be fun to dish out punishments towards that character. Too bad, we're stuck in their POV.

Kind of entertaining just having Ra-on being their own character, not a main character, just so the Reader can look at them and hiss "Ra-on what the fuck?" And knock their noggin around while they're both dragged into the mess that is this Hell and Heaven.

There is such a thing where, in response to stress and trauma, the body just gets unbearably horny, and it's usually not something wanted by the person experiencing it. A weird little disconnect of sorts. Unfortunately, the narrative is not going down that route. That is literally how the main character is, a horny mess 24/7.

So funny to me that the main character is both overly kind and also a piece of board in terms of emotional depths and personality.

#admin

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aprillikesthings · 6 months

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OKAY last one tonight

and it's a doozy

s5 ep5 Save the Cat

I always wonder if people get the joke in the episode title? There's a famous book about writing scripts called Save the Cat. I kind of assume at least one person in the writer's room for She-Ra has actually read it.

Also Daci got me Strawberry Oatly (vegan ice cream) hell yes

LET'S DO THIS

eek

she tells them she's alone??? hm

oh the others were clinging to the outside of the ship in space suits lol

roll intro

okay Entrapta and Bow are gonna fuck with the computers and Glimmer is gonna find Catra

god it must be weird for Glimmer to be on the ship again???

WHOOPS

okay so Adora tells Horde Prime: hey you're gonna let me leave with Catra okay?

"The Heart of Etheria. And if you don't do what I say, then I'll use it...and destroy you and your empire for good."

"You would never risk the safety of your Catra."

(Ever noticed he always says this? Your Adora. Your Catra.)

Adora: "You don't know me. And you don't know what I'm capable of." Horde Prime: "Oh...but I do." Horde Prime: "I am old, far older than you can imagine. My brothers lend me their life force, and when one vessel fails me, I simply elect another."

(Like a Time Lord but WAY creepier)

"There is something so...familiar about you, Adora."

"Not since I faced your ancestors, and crushed their once-mighty empire beneath my heel. You call them the First Ones. And you are one of them, are you not, Adora?"

AUGH

Meanwhile Entrapta thinks she's spotted her boyfriend

She's got the little chip she gave him ;_;

(maybe?)

not good!!!

ARROWED

BAHAHAH oh right that's how this guy starts. Anyway this poor clone is panicking because the jolt removed him from the hive mind

he starts SOBBING. "how will Horde Prime see my thoughts?? how will he know I am faithful???"

but then:

Entrapta: "Can you open this door?" He does Entrapta makes a happy little squeaky noise

Entrapta: "But we broke him! We're responsible for him now. Pluuuus, he can open doors!"

He says he'll take them to the server room, and Bow gives him his nickname of "Wrong Hordak" lolol

Glimmer went back to her old cell, and Catra's not there

And that's when Glimmer realizes their little earbud comms aren't working

Horde Prime: "I thought the First Ones were all gone, but clearly...some faction remains. That race of tyrants...abandoned you on a forgotten planet in a shadow dimension. They made you their weapon, their...She-Ra."

I mean, it sounds bad when you say it that way (because it is, actually)

Adora: "I don't fight for the First Ones. I fight for my home, for myself, and for my friends. Now for the last time, where is Catra?"

oh, god

augh

he's not...wrong

Horde Prime: "As she would've said, 'You are so very predictable.'"

eeughghg

AAAAAAAAAUGH

I knew this was coming, I knew it was this episode, and it still makes me want to crawl out of my own skin

SAME ADORA, SAME

NOOOOO

Horde Prime: "I have made her anew. I saw her mind...so ensnared in grief and rage and pain...and I brought her to the light."

(okay but if he saw into her mind did he see all the times Catra thought about kissing and/or having sex lol)

Adora's absolute horror here is so relatable

Adora: "Catra, you have to fight it!" Catra: "My place is with Horde Prime, Adora. I don't want to leave." Horde Prime: "Tell her what I've done for you." Catra: "Prime has given me peace. Something you could never do."

"But he has made it whole again."

"I'm happy here. You could be happy, too."

(It's genuinely hard to rewind this to get decent screenshots because hearing/seeing Catra act all weird with the chip is just SO UNCOMFORTABLE)

And there we see it--the first hint that Catra is actually being actively tortured and forced to say/do this shit like some kind of sentient puppet, having to experience her own body doing/saying these things without her permission. Her eyes even keep twitching.

Horde Prime: "I will give her to you, if...you want her... But first, you must do something for me. You...will give me She-Ra." Adora: "Never." Horde Prime: "Very well."

He snaps his fingers and everyones in-ear comms shriek with static and electricity

(okay I gotta stop just copy/pasting the script)

He squeezes poor Catra's neck and for a second her eyes go back to normal, she looks at Adora, and then they start glowing again. Adora notices!!

aaagh look at poor Catra

but yeah Adora can't bring out She-Ra on command right now (and he knew that)

UGGGH

OH SHIT THAT'S RIGHT oh god oh fuck

okay so Glimmer's in the trophy room thing and she kicks the ass of a couple of clones, that's cool

but also

"I know you're still in there. I'm not leaving without you."

Catra gets a good slice into Adora's leg

Adora: "I don't want to hurt you!"

AND I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT okay hold on

#april rewatches spop #save the cat

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faeriecourts · 2 months

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naruto university au part 2 (continuation of 1 | ao3)

“So let me get this straight.” Shikamaru will be the first to admit that he didn’t expect to become such good friends Namikaze’s son in a short amount of time, especially after seeing his Instagram. But whilst Naruto is perfectly capable of rock climbing for 3 hours, then setting up a tent in the woods, and then collect firewood to cook dinner, it turns out he’s also great company and perfectly content to lie on a bedroom floor and do absolutely nothing. And that, the Nara is grateful for.

“At the bar after Kiba’s party, you made out with some supposedly super hot guy in a bathroom, it’s your first kiss, he throws up afterwards, and then he’s rude as fuck about it?”

Naruto sighs behind Shikamaru, the top of their heads almost touching, throwing a ball up and down. “Yeah, that’s basically it.”

“Damn, I’m sorry to hear.”

Shikamaru’s comparing the view of clouds sifting outside Naruto’s window to his own in his room above, and the one in Kiba’s yard outside his room on the first floor, when there’s a click outside his bedroom, making Naruto immediately sit up.

Shikamaru turns, eyes narrowing. “I thought Sakura was already home.”

“She is.”

“Well, who the hell else has a key? Don’t tell me the RA is already abusing their privileges.”

Naruto throws his door open, eyes blowing wide.

Speak of the Devil and He shall appear, apparently, because there stands the exact asshole they were just talking about.

“You!”

He looks undeniably put together, hair purposely mussed, wearing Ralph Lauren polo shirt from the latest US Open. The hot asshole stranger is clearly shocked too, as is the man behind him for a very different reason, hair tied back in a single ponytail with strands framing the high cheekbones he shares with his brother.

“You’re-” he takes a step back, and then coughs, recovering. “Do I know you?”

Oh, that little shit. “Dude, are you seriously gonna act like that?” He’s clearly lying, and Naruto doesn’t know what pisses him off more.

“Hello,” the taller man behind him comments politely with a soft smile. “You must be my brother’s roommate. It’s nice to meet you.”

Well, at least someone’s got manners here.

“You’re a month late,” a voice strains behind Naruto, and Itachi moves his head slightly to see.

“Yeah, well, it’s just boring introductory classes anyways.” Sasuke scoffs.

“I’m Uchiha Itachi,” the polite man smiles again, trying to cut the tension. “This is Uchiha Sasuke.”

“Uzumaki Naruto,” Naruto nods at him as he responds, because he’s polite, unlike someone here. “Our other roommate is Sakura, and my friend over here,” he opens the door wider, “is Nara Shikamaru.”

Sasuke rolls his luggage into the last available room, right next to Naruto’s. He’s close enough that Naruto can smell his cologne as Sasuke arches his eyebrow.

“Oh, great, I’ve been paired up with two nobodies.”

And there goes any semblance of Naruto’s original feelings. He grips the frame of his door a little harder instead of responding, teeth gritting, and Shikamaru rolls his eyes.

“Nara, did you say?” Sasuke glances behind Naruto as he passes his door. “Consulting?”

“Yes.” Shikamaru responds tartly, and then turns his back to stare out the window, cutting the conversation off.

“Um,” Itachi smiles nervously again. “I’m just going to help my brother with his things.” He rolls another luggage in, bowing his head lightly as he passes by. “I hope that you’re all able to be friends with my brother. I’m sure he’s looking forward to spending time with you all.”

Itachi closes the door, and there’s distinct loud whispering of “Sasuke, don’t you at least want to try to talk to them?” “No, I couldn’t give less of a shit.” “Sasuke! It’s good to make friends at university.”

Naruto closes the door, leaning against it and sighing.

“That’s him, then?”

Naruto sighs again. “Yeah.”

#a ship is always safe ashore #asiasa #naruto #uchiha sasuke #sasuke uchiha #narusasu #sasunaru #sns #uzumaki naruto #naruto uzumaki #shikamaru nara #naruto shikamaru #shikamaru #itachi uchiha #itachi naruto

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 1 year

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Shower Sh*tshow.

[Half an hour later...]

*The sound of the steady shower stream fills the air, warm water washing over Kaede’s body.

You know, it’s a shame that you don’t have any clean clothes to change into once you get out. Not much point having a shower if you’re just gonna put sweaty dirty clothes back on.

My clothes are fine. They’ll last me for a long while yet...But yeah, maybe I should get some new clothes after I get out.

Maybe you could do with a wardrobe change?

What’s wrong with my current outfit?

Nothing in particular...It’s just that...if you’re going to be fighting, you might want to wear something more combat oriented.

I’m not about to make it a habit to go looking for fights Sora.

I know, I know...But we both know that so long as Shirogane resents you so much, they’re gonna keep coming to you.

...

*Kaede clothes are folded up comfortably on the sink counter, with her phone, and by extension Sora, sitting quietly on top of them. Kaede finishes up her shower and steps out of the booth, procuring a towel and starts to dry herself.

...!

...What?

Those are some nice abs you have girl~ I could do my laundry on them.

HUH!?

You’re more ripped than I thought! Hey, you should show a little tummy skin more. Everyone would go crazy.

Wh-What are you saying!? A-Are you trying to flirt with me!?

We’re both taken, plus you couldn’t handle me as a girlfriend for more than an hour.

Words kinda just popped in my mouth, that’s all.

“That’s all?” *sigh* Well, looking is free I guess, so knock yourself out.

You’re not very modest are you?

Now you’re complaining about it? You literally just used a dude’s pickup line on me.

Just saying...You’re the type of girl who if someone catches a glimpse of your panties, you’d be like “Ah well, they can’t UN-see it.”

Uh...yeah, actually, that’s actually happened to me.

Oh! Guess I’m pretty good at reading character then?

Just...let me get dressed.

*Kaede moves Sora off her clothes and starts to put them back on.

Actually...while we’re talking about it...

Kaede, can I ask you something? Why is it that Tsumugi Shirogane resents you in particular.

We figured out pretty quickly that this lockdown specifically happened to trap you. What...exactly did you do to her?

...I wish I could tell you...

The only thing I can think of is something that happened back during the Killing Game.

I do think I know bits and pieces of this story, but I’ve never heard it in full before...

Ok...Basically, the first motive for the V3 Killing Game was called the “First Blood Perk.” It had two conditions to it.

Firstly, if someone committed a murder, they’d be able to leave the school without a class trial if they came forward about it.

And two, if no one committed a murder, Monokuma would use these large robots called Exisals to tear us to pieces.

That seems...unfair.

Tell me about it...I’ve told you before about how I planned to expose and trap the Mastermind with the shotput ball? Well, Rantaro was also concocting his own plan.

The green haired guy who helped me get in here?

Yeah, that one. Once we were starting to run out of time for the First Blood Perk almost up, Tsumugi went to a hidden room in the library by making use of the hidden passageway in that bathroom. In the back of the cleaning supplies closet in the girls bathroom on the first floor was a hidden passageway that connected to the secret room in the library, the same secret room that Rantaro was attempting to gain access to, believing the Mastermind to be in there due to his Survivor Perk Monopad.

Thanks to the Nanokumas swarming all over the campus...

Uh, those are basically just tiny security cameras...

Tsumugi already knew of both mine and Rantaro's separate plans to end the Killing Game and watched from the hidden room to ensure everything went as planned.

She hoped that my plan to kill her would result in Rantaro's death instead, killing two birds with one stone. But my plan failed, and my shotput missed Rantaro.

After witnessing this, Tsumugi immediately left the hidden room and bludgeoned Rantaro in the back of the head with her own shot put while he was distracted by mine that just barely missed him She then proceeded to alter the evidence to make it look like the crime was caused by the shot put I rolled.

I was framed for a crime I didn’t commit...and then I was executed.

Huh...I’m not seeing much of a connection.

Sure, she would have eventually been exposed for this false execution, but I don’t see why she’s so resentful. If anything, having framed you for the crime, YOU’RE the one who has the right to be angry.

I’m definitely angry about it...But I’m more focused on everything else she’s done; how many innocent people she’s hurt.

And I’m not going to just lay down and die here. She’ll never get her way if I have anything to say about it.

Good girl!

???: Yeah, good girl!

!!!??

???: Oops...

*Kaede and Sora’s blood suddenly runs cold, as they hear a third voice join them in the shower.

Who’s there!?

???: GEHEHEHE! Why don’t you come find me...?

*All of a sudden, all the previously open doors to the shower all slam shut simultaneously.

Kaede...!

...!

*Kaede puts down her clothes for a second, then approaches the set of doors.

*CRASH!*

*She furiously kicks the first one open. She doesn’t see anyone or anything inside.

???: Gehehe...I’ve been waitin’ for this!

*SLAM!*

*She kicks open the second one.

???: You’re getting waaarmer~

Enough of this! Just come out! You’re creeping me out!

*WHAM!*

*A third door is kicked open.

???: That’s the plan! You’re hot as a pancake right now, Gehaha!

...!

*Kaede gulps as she approaches the fourth and final stall.

*SLAM!*

...!?

*She kicks it open, only to see that like all the others...no one is inside.

...?

*She narrows her eyes and looks around the stall for any sign of the voice...But then...

ABOVE YOU!!

HUH!?

REEEAAAGGH!

*SLASH!*

EEGH!?

*Monokid lunges downwards after clinging on the ceiling at Kaede! She moves in time with Sora’s shout, but his claw still nicks her shoulder.

Hrgh!

O...Oh...crap...

*She sticks out her arm to call her weapon when she suddenly realizes she isn’t wearing the glove it’s paired with, preventing her from using it. Monokid rolls on the floor and starts dancing around.

GEHAHAHA! EXTREME! I KNEW the plan would work!

Wait until the lil’ floozy’s disarmed and then STRIKE! This bear’s hungry and I’m gonna eat you up for-!

HAAAGH!

*KER-POW!*

GRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGH!!

*SMASH!*

*Monokid doesn’t finish his sentence, as Kaede rushes forward and kicks Monokid. The impact is so strong he flies to the other end of the shower room and smashes into the wall.

Ow OW OW! Oooh that hurt! OHOOHOGH!

*Kaede jumps on one leg, clutching her badly stubbed toe.

Well, what did you expect? You just kicked a hunk of metal and you’re not wearing shoes.

Not helpful Sora...

RAAWRR!

GRGH!

*Monokid recovers then jumps onto Kaede, who holds up her arms and grabs him by the face before he can bite into her flesh.

GNASH GNASH GNASH!

Huuugh!

*The two tangle for a while, with Monokid attempting to bite down on Kaede with his sharp gnashers, and Kaede using all her strength to keep him away.

BOOM-CHICKA-AH! BOOM-CHICKA-AH! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM-

What are you doing!?

I’m trying to amp you up!

Well, you’re distracting!

HIYAGH!

*POW!*

GAAHAGCK

OH SHIT MUTHAFUCKAAAAH!

*Monokid suddenly pushes himself off Kaede into the air, then smacks her backwards with his guitar. Kaede falls backwards and lands on her back.

Ah!?

ROOOAARR!

EEGH! NGH! DAGH! DAGH! DAGH!

OOGH! AAGH! EEE!

*Monokid wastes no time and pounces on top of Kaede once again, putting his guitar behind his back and instead lunging at her with a pair of sharp claws. Kaede catches his claws, and pushes his attacks to the side, using the brief opportunity to elbow and punch him in the face.

HIYAGH!

DOOUGH! HOYAYAYAYAYAYAYAGH!

Huh!? GUHUGH!

*CRASH!*

*Kaede coils into a ball position, then thrusts Monokid off him using her feet. As she pulls herself up into a sitting position however, Monokid bounces off the walls of the bathroom and tackles into her, knocking her through the shower doors and into one of the stalls! The impact sends the door swinging shut.

KAEDE!

YEAH! I GOT A ROCK-HARD RAAAAAGERRR!

COME ON! I know you ain’t done yet! Let’s go, round 2 babygirl!

...

Uh...Akamatsu...? I didn’t kill ya’ already, did I?

*When no sound comes from the stall Kaede got knocked into, Monokid cautiously approaches the door and opens it.

Helloooo?

*SUCK!*

MRRPGG! GRRRPHH!

*Against his expectations, Kaede bursts out of nowhere, armed with a plunger! She suctions Monokid’s face and lifts him up defenselessly into the air with it.

HRRPPH! HRRPPH! I CNGH BRRRVE!

Maybe THIS will shut you up! HIYAGH!

*CRASH!*

DOUGH!

*SLAM!* *SLAM!* *SLAM!* *SLAM!*

RAGH!

*SMAAASH!*

UHUGH!

*SUCK!* ERYAGH!

*SMASH!*

OOOPH!

*With Monokid at the plunger’s mercy, Kaede plunges him into the wall, smashing his body multiple times into it. She then wheels around and smashes him into one of the bathroom mirrors! The force dislodges Monokid from the plunger, but Kaede suctions him again, and smashes him into the sinks!

Wait...WAAIT!

HIYAAAAAAAAAAGGH!

*SMAASSH!* *SPLAATTEERR!* *CHUNK!*

!!!??

*As Monokid rises, he clutches onto the counter. Not giving him a second to recover, Kaede reels back and curbstomps him into the sink. The angle and impact is perfect, and the room explodes with pieces of metal and fake blood, as the edge of the sink severs Monokid’s jaw almost completely from his body!

...

HOLY SHIT, I KILLED HIM! HOLY SHIT, YOU KILLED HIM!

//Monokid...has died...

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #kaede akamatsu #sora #monokid #death #rise and shine arc

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dongfangxunfeng · 2 years

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Ok so sorry this is so long but it was literally insane. So this girl in my dorm has a rabbit right. It’s an illegal rabbit (not a registered ESA) her friends stage an intervention to be like girl you cannot be keeping a rabbit in your tiny dorm. She keeps the rabbit anyway

Midway through the semesters we start getting emails like once a week from our RA about a rabbit loose in the hallways asking whoever owns it to come collect their rabbit (very generous response from our RA considering that a. rabbits are not allowed as ESAs here b. everyone and their mom fucking knows who’s rabbit it is)

Suddenly this girl starts very publicly owning a kitten (practically neonatal) (definitely not old enough to be vaccinated). She lets the kitten loose in our communal bathroom, she brings it to the dining hall, she brings it to class, posts about it on social media (side note she’s decently tiktok famous so everyone sees her business)

Enough people start being concerned about the health of the kitten and also the fact that she’s keeping a rabbit and a tiny kitten in the same room that someone must have snitched. She gets word and starts attempting to get someone to take the rabbit*

*will come back to this later

I’m sitting at my job when I get an email from our housing authority informing me campus safety has found an abandoned domestic rabbit outside IN THE FREEZING RAIN in a cardboard box. WITH MY NAME ON IT. HUH???

Im so fucking freaked out i think I’m gonna lose my housing over someone else’s fucking illegal pet. I rush to explain its not mine, our RA Can point them to who actually owns it. They’re like chill, that backs up what we already know. I’m in the clear (never found out why she had a box with my name on it or why she used it)

Campus safety and housing goes to her room to ask her about the rabbit, my ex-roommate is in the hallway at the time and snoops. The girl dodges most of the questions about the rabbit. The questions quickly turn to the kitten, who is actively in her room SCREAMING. She claims she thought the kitten was an ESA.

Girl. Be real you’ve had the thing for like a week and it has no paperwork. Campus safety says due to her history with the rabbit they’re gonna have to take the kitten for its own safety. She throws a fit (side note she also had an illegal snake our first year that got loose at some point and was never found again so the kitten is actually her 3rd instance of irresponsible pet ownership not the second)

She goes on social media and tells her considerable following the college has taken her ESA because she is autistic and they are ableist and say her disability means she can’t take care of animals. She claims she’s “never been away from him for this long” (again. Girl you’ve had it for a week) she starts attempting to fundraise for legal fees to sue the college for discrimination. She does not mention the rabbit in her tiktoks

Fall break comes so she leaves campus and during break fucking posts a picture of her with A SECOND KITTEN asking people what she should name it. We immediately send this to the housing authority. I never learned what happened with the second kitten

*back to the trying to find a new owner for the rabbit. I later find out from a coworker that one of her friends had agreed to take the rabbit cuz she lives off campus on the condition that she couldn’t take it until after break bc she was going home and the rabbit wouldn’t have any supervision during that time. So if she had quietly held on to the rabbit for like a week longer, it would have been happily rehomed but NO she decides it’s easier to just dump a helpless starving animal in 40 degree thunderstorms.

Anyway I think she got told she has to leave campus permanently at the end of the semester and as far as I know she’s still scamming her followers for bs “legal fees” hope this entertained you

NO PLS DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING LONG LONG IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR this is so wild. oh my god. like my residence last year had rumours of some person w a cat but i think that person did register it. but that is just so insane...not 1 not 2 but 3 animals wait no 4 the snake in rez. and then to FRAME U????? WTF is going on there. holy shit . AND legal fees. 😭. 😭😭😭 the Lengths ppl will go to

#thank u for this. ohmy god #asks #animal abuse cw

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tragcdysewn · 2 years

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below the cut is a lil update for all my muses and how they’re doing with all this, which also doubles as a starter call! by default, i will be keeping all pre plot drop threads chill and taking any new starter requests as we’ll just do two threads, but if you want to transition anything feel free to dm me! i’m feeling feral so no caps, just tell me who you want the starters for and from!

abigail mckinnon

girl is Stressed™️ lmao. she’s working on finding a way out and is shooting off any spell she can think of. another random attack with her family involved? nope girl is throwing fists **open to injury/death/etc

adora

thank god she smuggled in the she-ra sword, bam bam we’re chopping heads and she’s having a bit of a fun time though she’s absolutely freaking out

ahsoka tano

she! is! tired! she wants to rest let her know PEACE lmao. she’s fighting and protecting anyone she can but she is not fucking happy about it **open to injury/death/etc

allana solo

allana is way too drunk to be dealing with this shit, they were already struggling with her dad being around and now this? fuck no

alphonse elric

look can he do alchemy without needing the circle? yes. is it his first instinct at this point? no not at all he’s been body slamming every problem for years give him a gun **open to injury/death/etc

ariana dumbledore

nope. absolutely not she is not a fighter she is doing the bare minimum to keep her ass alive and that is it

bela dimitrescu

umm.... she’s having fun. will probably eat some people alongside dracula this is literally her ideal night especially with both her sisters here now? perfect

bellatrix black

she’ll be protecting herself and voldemort and rhiannon and that’s about it why would she??? help the muggles??? hard pass lmao

beru lars

give her a gun!! she deserves it and will blow wolfman’s head off no hesitation!!! but until she gets one she is hiding

cassie lang

is absolutely in full hero mode doing what she can to help people, though this is so not what she’s used to so we’ll see how she does

darcy lewis

hiding under a table. she’s a normal person who does not bring weapons to formal events someone help her please

davina claire

fighting vampires and werewolves is p normal for her and magic makes it v easy she’s doing fine

elphaba thropp

she is not good at combat magic but will absolutely try to hit someone with a chair if she thinks it might manage to help **open to injury/death/etc

feng xin

...is a bow good against the fishman?? we’ll find out lmao i’m thinking he will be physically pulled from after his own ascension even if he doesn’t remember it but he doesn’t know all that so he’s just shooting

feyre archeron

this isn’t really that bad by her standards and she will be just looking for her kids and taking out anything that gets in her way lmao

hallie parker

should be hiding, is definitely filming all the insanity because she has negative levels of self preservation

howl jenkins pendragon

*insert ‘has anyone seen my son’ gif here* howl is full panic mode where the fuck are their wife and child????

james potter

man JUST got his memories back and wanted one nice night come on bro he deserves better than this shit but unfortunately will be protecting people because he’s incapable of not doing that

james witherdale

he is back to being fully aware so um good luck to anyone who runs into him and victoria tonight lol

jeyne westerling

she can throw a punch and that is about it she’s just gonna be helping get people into safe rooms and looking for a way out

jin zixuan

he definitely brought a bow man doesn’t trust anything to be cool and chill especially now he doesn’t have his sword? he is doing his best

korra

she’s not happy about this but she’s good at it so like she’ll do it ig?? would love one night where she doesn’t have to be the avatar thank you

lan wangji

...yeah he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, he’ll be protecting people and panicking wondering where the hell his family is at **open to injury/death/etc

lumine

when in doubt, blame childe. i’m kidding. maybe. she will be doing her best to keep people safe though

lyanna stark

like... she wants to be fighting but this is so out of her wheelhouse that she is going to leave it to people who know what they’re doing lmao

marinette dupain-cheng

she literally can not leave to transform so she’s fully stuck with no powers and i honestly do not know how she’ll deal with that

mj jones

when in doubt, start swinging at shit until you get somewhere safe. that is her whole plan got help her

mobei-jun

absolutely tried to portal out and ditch pretty much everyone but like... the demons and qinghua and was pissed when it didn’t work but like he’ll commit murders i guess

mya stone

nope. hard no she didn’t sign up for this she is hiding in the bathroom immediately

nie mingjue

...i don’t wanna say he’s happy about this but like... he’s kind of hype he gets to fight shit again to be totally honest **open to injury/death/etc

renesmee cullen

yikes this is not their speed at all! she’ll do what she can to get people to safety but they’re not going to be out here swooping in to save the day

rose weasley

might do a bit of fighting but she really just does not enjoy it and is not good at it as she should be to manage this kind of scenario

sheev palpatine

will be playing the part of good guy politician to a t, helping out where he can to get people to safety and reassure everyone that they’re figuring out a solution

shen qingqiu

this man is so so drunk please help him. he is armed. he will attempt to fight. he will absolutely not do well honestly he’s so lucky he’s got people protecting him he’d be so dead otherwise

thanatos

they canonically turn situations like this into a dumbass game so catch them floating around laughing as they kill shit

ty lee

will try to fight but realize very quickly she is out of her depth and just focus on getting people out

wanda maximoff

she figured something was gonna go wrong, it’s like half the reason she showed up and she will be in scarlet witch mode protecting anyone she can

wen qing

she has her sword, and can use it, but ultimately they are a doctor and this is not at all their area of expertise catch her swinging blindly **open to injury/death/etc

xiao lanhua

girl is RUNNING she is canonically terrible in a dangerous situation she will just be screaming and getting the hell out **open to injury/death/etc

yor forger

officially she is a mild mannered sweet little house wife but also um don’t threaten her husband and her kid thorn princess mode is on lmao

#hwevent14 #hw: plot call #hw: starter call

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writing-for-the-hell-of-it · 2 years

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his angel in disguise chapter 5

Come along see how y/n and Damian end up together In a bad place the doctor assassin y/n and killer assassin Vigilante Damian

"22 year old Damian stood all alone with the justice league tied up about the fight Slade Wilson as the battle gaged who is worried no one to back him up until she drops down she was there shadow he watched as spade jumped and she blocked as the entered a intense battle not knowing if they'd come out victorious"

See them grow and get through hard times watch him fall for her and her fall for him

character list

DISCLAIMER: I do not own dc or any other character In this unless started otherwise all dc character are from the Warner bros

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Blood cussing fighting some spicy seen no full on smut

infinity Island may 17th 4:00 am

y/ns pov

I woke up to a sudden stop on the boute i here talia scream “were here lets start unloading” i got up still groggy i grab my bag and and head off as some of the loyal assassins began to un loud once i got to the entrance i was greeted by Sensei and Cheshire The Sensei was an aged martial arts master from Hong Kong and the second-in-command of Ra's al Ghul's League of Assassins. He did his work from infinity island and Jade, tired of living a life that was reliant on failing adults, decided to abandon her family in pursuit of a better one. Somehow, through her journey alone, she made it to the League of Shadows and gave herself the agent name Cheshire she is a highly skilled assassin and is the daughter of Lawrence aka sports master and Paula Crock aka Huntress tho her mom is no longer active and her dad is a traeder but she has been loyal talia said its because she has a crush on me i think is because she hates her dad but who knows

“Welcom we are so sorry for all this but cheshire will show you to were you will be staying well me and talia talk about what comes next” sansei said and usually i would put up a fight but i was still tired and sad that damian was not here so i just nodded and followed

“So where's the next demon he usually attached to your hip when you come to talk business” i know that of i don't answer she wont stop bugging me and i don't need that

“He's with his dad”

“I didn't even know he knew his dad”

“He's getting to know him” as we reached the end of the hall the conversation ending

“So this is your room maybe i can help you get sette-”

“No i mean im ok im just gonna put my stuff down and just rest so if you could just let me be that would be nice” and before she could answer i slammed the door in her face ya i know its rude but god dammit she was right im so used to damian being with me at these things and i hate to say it but im sad i'm terrified i hate being in this beas in this life without him but i know i have to stay tis just so much but i can stick it out

With Damian may 17th 5:00 am

In his room

It's been two days since i hade to leave the base and four days since the death of my grandfather death in this time i convinced my father to let me take up the mantle of robin and found out i have 3 older brothers who are already pines in my ass dick is the oldest he's smiling all the time and seems to be kind to all jason is second oldest he clearly loves to piss off father i was aware of red hood from when grandfather had brought him back but this is my first time meeting him drake is a bitch who thinks he was the best robin and it seems like he never sleeps

Father seems cochise of me i don't believe he likes me all to much but why should i care this is temporary i will be back home with my mother and beloved soon

“Damian alfred says its breakfast now”

God todd

#damian al ghul x reader #damian wayen x reader #damian wayne x y/n #robin x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #robin #damian wayne imagine #robin imagine #damian wayne sires #robin sires #damian al ghul imagine

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catherinerabbit · 2 years

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locked myself out of my room

#and there r addrd layersnto why this is terrible :((#i was late for class this morning hc im so tired and forgot my key #my roommate just withdrew from the school so i cant just ask her to unlock it for me #its cold and rainy and the one day i ddint bring a sweatshirt with me #gonna see if the RA can let me into my own room but shes in classes rn and idk how to contact anyone else #i want blankets :((#cat rambles

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luminescentauthor · 3 years

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au where Jason stays with Talia and Damian after being resurrected because he’s gone slightly insane and wants to commit murder and Talia is having none of that, nope, gonna convince child to stay at my side until the Pit wears off, Ra’s be damned.

fast forward a few years, Jason has mostly chilled out, though is still down to murder criminals. He spends most of his time annoying the hell out of Ra’s and sometimes running missions behind Ra’s back for Talia. He’s basically Damian’s older brother. Probably goes by either Jay or Jace, but Damian at least is aware that his full name is Jason since he’s heard Talia use it. Jason has thought about letting the bats know he’s alive, but always backed out.

then Talia sends Damian to live with Bruce. Jason is often away on his own by this point, for missions or just because he wants to travel, and isn’t there when this happens.

now, Damian is an absolutely brat, and everyone immediately is like “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.” they’re going through the house and Damian is making snotty comments about everything when suddenly he freezes, surprising everyone. He squints at a portrait on the wall.

“...who’s that?” he asks slowly.

Bruce stiffens.

“Ah, that’s... Jason. Jason Todd. The second Robin. He... died, a while ago,” Dick explains with a sad, faraway smile.

“.....riiiiiiight,” Damian says slowly. Suddenly a whole lot of things make sense -- he knows Jay came back from the dead, but he doesn’t know how Jay and Mother knew each other. “If you’ll excuse me. I need to make a phone call.”

He sprints out of the room.

(Talia, for the record, definitely knew this was going to happen when she sent Damian to Bruce.)

Two weeks later Damian tows a reluctant young man with black hair into the Batcave, trailed by an astonished Alfred.

“Damian!” Bruce says, horrified. “You can’t just bring strangers into the Cave! It’s completely irresponsible, do you have any ideas what the consequences could be for us-”

There’s a crash, and they all turn to stare. Dick is staring at Damian and the newcomer, stunned, his chair lying sideways on the ground. “That’s impossible,” he murmurs, voice shaking. “You’re --”

Damian rolls his eyes. “Jace isn’t a stranger, Father. He’s my brother.”

“Brother-?” Bruce turns to look at the man, and promptly drops the files he’s holding.

Jason Todd smiles nervously at him. “Hey, old man. Long time no see.”

EDIT: I have more! Check out Way Too Many HCs I Have for this AU because it’s pure fluff and I’m living for it at the moment

EDIT 2: This au is now called “Remained”! All posts for to it can be found at the “remained au” tag.

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duckletranslations · 2 years

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Fantasy Fairy Tale Ch 1

Season: Summer

Tsukasa: “...That concludes Knights’ Performance for our princesses.”

Leo: “Thanks once again for coming to see our performance today…..☆”

Arashi: “Ufufu, seeing the intoxicated smiles on your cute faces, you must have fallen for my dancing figure, right?”

“Now, now, won’t you answer, who is the fairest of them all~? [1]

“Yes yes, thank you! So true, it’s indeed me…..♪”

Izumi: “Uh, Naru-kun, you just answered your own question. Your self-flattery’s kinda over the top?”

“‘Cuz the most beautiful person in the world is me, and you’re like, second place at best. Right, Kuma-kun?”

Ritsu: “Ehh~ ‘S not like I’m the magic mirror, don’t ask me~?”

(....?)

(That’s weird, Usually Secchan would read the room and not cut Naru-kun off like this.)

Arashi: “Ara, I hate that. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed much, Izumi-chan? I’m the most beautiful person in the world.”

“Isn’t your narcissism going way too far? You’re just upset because you’re jealous of my beauty, right? How petty.”

Izumi: “Whaaat? Me, jealous of Naru-kun? You’re joking, right?”

Arashi: “Well, whatever you say, I’ll never recognize any other person as the most beautiful over me!”

Ritsu: (What’s going on, Naru-chan’s consistency is gone, she immediately lost her temper against Secchan.)

(The coldness from the two of them has frozen the atmosphere of the scene. The fans have even started exchanging anxious whispers and glances amongst themselves.)

Tsukasa: ….

Ritsu: (whispering) Su-chan, you’ve noticed too right? Let’s just quickly say something so the live ends smoothly.

Tsukasa: Um…. actually, I’m somewhat bewildered right now. Our two senpais arguing over who is the most beautiful person in the world? It’s almost like the famous scene from Snow White.

Ritsu: (Uh, what, my intentions must have flown over Su-chan’s head, he’s completely missed the point?!)

Leo: “Wahaha! I’ve already completely laid down the burden of the ‘Ou-sama’. I just wanna become a wandering minstrel! I’m not gonna be involved in any sort of trial!”

Ritsu: (It seems that Tsukipi has no intention of stopping the fight either. It’ll be hard, but I guess I have to step in and stop the fight.)

“ —”

(Eh? I can’t make a sound right now?)

Izumi: "Hm. As neither Naru-kun nor I can persuade the other, let’s fight with the honor of the knight on the line!"

Arashi: "Good, I feel the same! The princesses who’ll support me—I wish for them to stand behind me!"

Ritsu: (And according to Su-chan’s orders, Nacchan and Secchan drew their swords and led their fans to their respective sides. In the blink of an eye, the entire venue was consumed in a whirlwind of frenziness.)

(...I understand now. It’s a nightmare that can’t exist in reality.)

(Otherwise, I wouldn’t be unable to open my mouth or move, and stand by and watch them fight as if in third person like so.)

(Ahh, it’s so agonizing….. I feel like I won’t be able to breathe)

(Anyone is fine, so please save me, please wake me up—)

???: ……Onii-chan, Ritsu-onii-chan!!

Ritsu: …….Ugh! Hoo, hoo…..!

Hajime: Ritsu-onii-chan, are you okay?

A bit ago your expression looked so agonized that I woke you up thinking you were having a nightmare….

Ritsu: Ah, so that sound was Ha~kun….thank god, I thought I’d never wake up from that sleep.

That was a seriously scary dream. But now all I can remember is that it was vaguely related to Snow White.

Hajime: Snow White….could that be because I read that fairy tale to you right before?

Previously, when Ra*bits read the story of Hansel and Gretel on a radio program, we got good reviews and were asked to appear again….

In order to build up my confidence, I wanted to hear about Ritsu-onii-chan’s feelings this time. But in the end, I accidentally made you have a bad dream. I’m so sorry….!

Ritsu: No no, you didn’t do anything wrong Ha~kun, rather, I just fell asleep without even realizing.

Your voice reading the story is as soft and pleasant to listen to as a lullaby, so I’ll give you 100 points once again ♪

Also I need to give you my thanks. Thank you for returning me to the warm world of reality from that hopeless dream, prince ♪

Hajime: Prince….?

Ritsu: But after waking up, my throat feels dry. I’d like to drink some delicious blood.

Hajime: Ri-Ritsu-onii-chan? Your hand is super cold—

Ritsu: My dear prince, why don’t you help me all the way until the end and allow me to drink your blood? ‘Cause then, I think I’ll be able to come to my senses for sure~♪

Hajime: Uwaa, please don’t do that! So you mean I actually woke up a dangerous vampire?!

If your throat is dry, I’ll brew you a cup of red tea. I can guarantee it’ll taste better than my blood. Ahahaha….

By the way, isn’t Eichi-onii-chan going to take part in a photoshoot for an OJS boy styled magazine? Won’t he have more of a “prince”ly feeling than me? [2]

Ritsu: You mean “Uncle Style” man? Sounds like it suits Ecchan well~♪ [3]

Eichi: Achoo! ….oh, someone’s been gossiping about me?

Hajime: Eichi-onii-chan! You’ve worked hard today~ Quickly, sit down and rest. The tea and sweets have all been prepared ♪

Ritsu: Oh? So Ecchan’s come. I thought for today’s tea party, Ha~kun and I would be able to have a good time together, just the two of us.

Eichi: Haha, this is a place where I can relax for even just a moment, so no matter how busy I am, I must make time for a cup of tea with you guys.

For instance, I just heard Hajime-kun say Eichi-onii-chan is indeed the “prince” of his imagination…. Ahh, even my heart is soothed ♪

Ritsu: Eh~ Is that not you hallucinating? The way I see it, Ecchan is just like an evil villain trying to steal my child.

Now, Ha~kun, run away with the vampire grandfather instead. Let’s escape from the clutches of the evil Emperor ♪

Eichi: Mm, sounds like a fun story. So starting now, after I close my eyes and count to ten, I’ll go catch you guys.

Run around to and fro as much as you’d like, hehehehe….♪

Hajime: Wait, what is this outcome?! Are we playing hide-and-seek?

Ritsu: Shh…. be quiet, Ha~kun.

The game’s already started, so let’s quickly find a safe spot and try not to get caught by the Emperor….♪

The Korean of this famous quote literally translates to “Who is the most beautiful person in the world,” without a separate word for “fair.” So when Arashi and Izumi go back and forth arguing over who is more beautiful, it serves as more of a continuous direct reference in the original Korean. I had Arashi say it only the first time to get the reference in, as it would have been silly to keep using “fair” in place of “beautiful” throughout the conversation.

I believe OJS is an abbreviation of Oujisama, which connotes “Prince Charming” type boy. The term was used in the White Lily gacha story, where Hiiro+some others had to learn the OJS concept to use in a photoshoot.

Ritsu calls Eichi an “ahjussi(KR)/ojisan(JP)” which connotes uncle/middle aged man. The joke is how Ojisan can be abbreviated to OJS, just like Oujisama, so the direct wordplay might be lost in translation.

#enstars translation #enstars tl #ritsu sakuma #hajime shino #arashi narukami #izumi sena #leo tsukinaga #tsukasa suou #eichi tenshouin

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the new year's eve party.

gif credit @/mitchmarner

A/N: Very happy to see the🌶spice🌶 was enjoyed last chapter. We're back for New Year's Eve with another one of Auston's infamous New Year's Eve parties (aka a spine-buster special).

CW: NSFW

After Christmas with her parents and the Bloom family and Boxing Day shopping with Bianca, Lusine didn’t know what day or time it was. She and Bianca sat around their apartment all day on their laptops, reading, or watching Netflix. When they weren’t doing that, they were having dance parties to One Direction or karaoke sessions pretending to be Celine Dion. It was nice to spend time together without the stress of university surrounding them, and they took full advantage of it. Even now, in Bianca’s bed with Lusine’s head rested on Bianca’s lap, they read silently together, the smell of Bianca’s balsam candle filling the room. They did this all the time when they were studying or doing homework – maybe one would be at the dining table, the other would be on the couch. Silent, but together. Silent, but present.

Silent, until the ring of Lusine’s phone broke the silence.

It broke Lusine’s concentration from reading You Have No Self Doubt by Geneviève Monette. “Who is it?” Bianca asked, flipping the page of her own book – Beautiful World, Where Are You by Sally Rooney.

Lusine pulled her phone out of the hoodie pocket. She furrowed her brows. “Unknown number.”

“Probably a telemarketer,” Bianca grumbled.

Lusine answered anyway. “Hello?” she asked cautiously into the phone.

“Lusine? It’s Auston.”

“…Auston Matthews?”

“Do you know another Auston?” he laughed on the other end.

Lusine shot up. Bianca dropped her book on the floor in shock. “Hey. Sorry—I—how’d you get my number?”

“Rasmus, obviously.”

She was such an idiot. But what the hell was Auston Matthews doing calling her? “Right. Obviously.”

“Listen, I’m having a New Year’s Eve party. Do you and your roommate want to come?”

Lusine’s face dropped. She whipped her head towards Bianca, who was as confused as ever. “Bianca can come?” she clarified. Bianca’s eyes went wide at the mention of her name.

“Of course,” he said. “According to Rasmus you guys are inseparable.”

“Yeah—yeah thanks, we’d love to come,” she said. Bianca mouthed “Where?!”

“The team’s gonna give us all rapid tests – I’m sure Ras will give them to you,” he said. “Just take it before the party and send a picture.”

“Okay, okay thanks. Thanks for inviting us.”

“Yeah, no problem. I mean, Ras doesn’t shut up about you. It’ll be nice to talk to you when you’re not trying to wipe out on the ice,” were Auston’s last words before he hung up.

Lusine let her phone fall into her lap as she turned her head to look at Bianca, who was still looking at her for answers. “Where are we going?” Bianca asked.

“Auston just invited us to his New Year’s Eve party.”

Bianca’s face dropped. “You mean to tell me we were invited to Auston Matthews’s New Year’s Eve party?”

“I…I guess so.”

“What has my life become?!” Bianca screamed.

***

Lusine made sure her red lipstick was perfect as she shared the bathroom mirror with Bianca who was still blending out her eyeshadow. There were still hot rollers in her hair, but Lusine was pretty much done – all she needed to do was take the rollers out, douse her head in hairspray, and put her heels on. Bianca’s long hair was pinned down at the sides with fancy bobby pins, and her sequined dress sparkled in the light of the bathroom.

“I think Rasmus saving you from that date was the most exciting thing that ever happened to our lives,” she said, her mouth slightly open as she swooshed her brush back and forth along her eyelid.

Lusine smiled. “Remember when you asked if he was a serial killer?”

Bianca snorted. “Oh how wrong I was. Little did I know we’d be going to a party thrown by Auston Matthews just a few months later.”

“You make it seem like such a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Bianca said. “Do you know how many of my – our – friends would kill us if they knew? I mean, really Lusine. Really think about it. This is Auston Matthews.”

Lusine had thought about it. She’d thought about how big of a deal it was that she was now hanging out with members of the Toronto Maple Leafs. She’d thought about the fact that she was essentially dating one. She’d thought out what that meant for her, what it meant for others. She thought about what that didn’t mean for others, and how it would affect them. She was naïve but she wasn’t stupid – she knew there were a lot of girls in the city desperately wanting to be in her position of being invited to a party by Auston Matthews. People her age, people older than her, people younger than her – she understood what position she was in now. Hell, the Gina situation proved it early on. If people could use her, they would. It was so clear. Nobody had ever thought twice about her until then.

But she didn’t want to say any of that out loud.

“Where do they think we are, anyway?” she asked instead.

“I’m back in Richmond Hill, you’re back in Coppin’s Corners,” Bianca shrugged. “One of the only benefits of being from the sticks and the burbs is that you can use them as an excuse.”

Bianca was so shrewd. So much more than she was. It was how and why Lusine always got out of shit unscathed. If she hadn’t met Bianca, God knows where she’d be now.

The girls finished getting ready, took their rapid tests, and were prompt when the taxi that Rasmus sent them picked them up for their apartment. Lusine was jittery as they drove through the streets, but it wasn’t long until they arrived at Auston’s condo. He lived ridiculously close to them. Now that she knew, maybe she’d UberEats him some Red Lobster after a game – that was apparently a thing between the team. She typed in his call number and was let in automatically.

They were taken up to the penthouse level by the elevator and found his apartment easily. Bianca knocked on the door, sighing nervously as she did so. “Be cool, be cool, be cool,” she whispered to herself. Lusine thought back to the first time she met Aberdeen at the hockey game. To see Bianca doing the same thing was…comforting. She knew she wasn’t the only one now.

Before Lusine could address it and tell Bianca she did the same thing, the door swung open. Auston was on the other side of the door, already with a smile on his face. “Ladies,” he greeted them.

“Hey Auston,” Lusine said as she and Bianca stepped in. “How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here,” he continued to smile.

Lusine gave him a look – almost as if to say ‘behave’. “Auston, this is Bianca. Bianca, Auston,” she introduced them.

Bianca stuck her hand out like a professional. Auston – probably with a drink or two in him already – outstretched his arms. “Get in here!” he said, hugging her warmly. Bianca thankfully hugged him back, giggling the entire time. Auston looked over to Lusine as he hugged Bianca. “Loverboy should be on his way any second.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, raising her hand and showing him the bottle of champagne they’d bought earlier that week – both girls knew never to show up somewhere empty handed. “Where can I put this?”

“Freezer, I guess.”

Before she could move further into his apartment, Rasmus came barrelling down the hall. “I just got your text. Sorry!”

“It’s fine!” Lusine said, unbuttoning and taking off her jacket to hang in the closet. As she slipped her coat off her shoulders, she could see Rasmus give her a complete up-down, and he had good reason to. She was wearing a black skin-tight jumpsuit with sheer sleeves, a sparkly belt to define her waist, and high heels. With her hair and makeup done, she looked hot. She even did a subtle pose, making sure her ass was sticking out, as she hung her jacket on a hanger and put it in the closet.

Rasmus blinked a few times, trying to take it all in. “You look—”

“Ras is gonna introduce Bianca to everyone,” Auston’s voice interrupted the moment. Lusine could have killed him. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Okay, maybe she wasn’t going to kill him. Rasmus snapped out of his trance of staring at her ass quickly, giving a quick nod to Auston as he took Bianca in. Auston waited until they were out of the hallway and far enough away to start. “Hey.”

“Hello.”

“Ras told me about what happened with Gina.”

Lusine gulped. “Oh, yeah. Right.”

“I meant to talk to you about it at the skate, but you were having so much fun and I didn’t want to make it, like, depressing or whatever,” he said. “I’m sorry that you had to go through that. I kind of feel responsible for it since she was going after me.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Lusine asked. “It wasn’t your fault that any of it happened. Gina was…Gina, and I was naïve.”

“Yeah, but it’s not exactly the best introduction to all…this,” he motioned around him, as if that explained everything.

“What’s this?”

“Just our little, like, bubble. Ras tells us you’re in university and I think that’s awesome. I just don’t want you to think everyone in or around the bubble is like her, because they’re not.”

“I know, Auston. The first people I met were Aberdeen and Bee. I think Rasmus wanted it that way.”

“Bee is a saint. She’s the fuckin’ best. Same with Aberdeen. Did you know she gave William blue balls for an entire year? You’ll have to get her to tell you the story,” he said. “Anyway, just wanted to say sorry again.”

“Well, I know better now,” Lusine shrugged, appreciating the gesture of him apologizing even though he didn’t have to. “Let’s just hope I never see any of them again, you know?”

Auston cracked a smile. “I’ll say,” he said. “I haven’t seen anyone in that group of girls since Fred started to date Aleida. And I haven’t missed them.”

At the mention of Aleida’s name again, Rasmus came barrelling back down the hallway. When Auston heard his loud footsteps, he rolled his eyes playfully and turned to face him. “There is no way you introduced Bianca to everybody already.”

“What can I say? I’m fast.”

“That’s not something to be proud of, buddy.”

Rasmus punched Auston in the stomach playfully, making him cower over in fake pain. “You’re an asshole,” Auston winced.

“Can you leave now?”

“It’s my house!”

“Go back to your party, then!”

Auston digressed, giving one last playful wink at Lusine before walking through the hall and returning to his party. Rasmus barely waited for Auston to disappear before he wrapped his arms around her. “You look unbelievable,” he whispered. “Does that lipstick transfer?”

“Nope.”

He leaned down to kiss her, and although he wanted to kiss her for longer, he knew that at any moment someone could walk through the hall to find them and disrupt their moment. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the lipstick transferred either; he’d wear it as a badge of honour because only he could kiss the most beautiful girl in the room. “I’m dead serious. How am I gonna keep my hands off of you all night?”

Lusine bit down on her bottom lip. “Don’t.”

Rasmus groaned at her teasing. It would be close to physically impossible to do so. He also knew that if he kept her here any longer, Bianca would probably kill him for leaving her alone out there. “Let’s go, you big tease,” he grabbed her hand to lead her.

When they got into the main living space of Auston’s apartment, Lusine was shocked at how big it was but also how full it was. Basically all of the single and/or unmarried Leafs were there with their girlfriends – Travis and Kat, Michael Bunting, Pierre Engvall, Jack and Ashley, David Kampf and Eliska, Ondrej and Katerina, Mitch and Steph, Ilya and Kristina, Willy and Aberdeen, Nick Ritchie, Justin and Audrey, Timothy Liljegren, Morgan and Bee, and Joseph Woll – which made for quite the fun and quite the good type of chaos. Lusine immediately found Bianca and then went to say hi to Aberdeen and Bee, who were with Morgan and William talking. The boys began talking and Morgan played bartender, making Bianca a vodka tonic while Lusine settled on a margarita.

“You look hot,” Bee whispered into Lusine’s ear, giggling like a little schoolgirl.

“It’s not too much, is it?”

Bee gave her a look. “Too much? Lusine, if I was nineteen again and had your body, I don’t think I’d be wearing clothes,” she commented. “You look like a model. Flaunt it while you’ve got it.”

“Great minds think alike, too,” Aberdeen added in. “We’re both wearing jumpsuits. William’s being a pissbaby about it because it means it’s gonna be longer to take off once we get home.”

“I don’t think Ras has noticed yet,” Lusine laughed.

“Noticed what?” Rasmus interrupted, handing Lusine her drink.

“That I haven’t taken a picture of you two yet,” Aberdeen covered quickly, taking out her phone. “Pose for a picture!” she yelled over the music.

Rasmus immediately wrapped his arms over Lusine – one over her shoulder, the other over her arm, clasping together his hands – and nestled his head into the crook of her neck. Lusine brought her hand up over his, smiling wide for Aberdeen.

“You guys are so fucking cute,” she mused, probably taking fifteen photos. “I’m dying over here. Lusine – oh my God – do you girls want to go take Instagram pics?! We can have a photoshoot!”

“Has she been drinking?” Lusine asked Bee wryly.

“That’s her third cucumber mule,” Bee giggled.

“Let’s goooooo!!!” Aberdeen screamed.

First it was couples’ photos at the bar area, filled with laughs and giggles. Aberdeen took photos of Rasmus and Lusine first, then Bee and Morgan, before Lusine indulged Aberdeen with her own photoshoot with William. Then the girls left the boys in Auston’s kitchen when Aberdeen dragged them outside to his balcony to do a photoshoot with the Toronto skyline lit up in the background. Thankfully it wasn’t too cold outside, so they were able to stay out long enough to take the perfect shots. Aberdeen even crouched down to get the perfect shots. After some in front of his Christmas tree, the girls moved on to his bathroom for some group selfies.

The night was an exceptionally good time. Lusine had conversations with so many of the guys and laughed and laughed and laughed, and Rasmus was seemingly living up to the expectations of not keeping his hands off of her the entire night. When they were standing and talking, his arm was around her or discreetly on her ass; when they were sitting, his hand was on her thigh. Lusine enjoyed every second of it, if she was being honest. There was something so…primal about his need for physical touch that it made Lusine feel like she was on fire. For her part, Bianca was striking up a conversation with none other than Auston Matthews. Lusine eyed them mischievously, keep track of every giggle, every laugh, and every touch between them. For someone who repeated to herself to ‘be cool’ before they got in, Bianca was definitely keeping cool in the face of speaking one-on-one with Auston Matthews.

About 15 minutes before the countdown, all the bottles of champagne were taken out of the freezer. Some champagne flutes were lined up, but realistically, there was so much champagne and so few flutes that Auston just started giving couples entire bottles. Rasmus grabbed the bottle for he and Lusine and led them over to the TV with just under five minutes to go.

“Lilla fågel,” Rasmus hummed in her ear. “You want to do the honours?”

Lusine shook her head. “I don’t think I’m strong enough,” she half-giggled. “It might go right into the TV if I do it.”

Rasmus smiled. He put his hands on her hips and turned her around so they were facing each other. “What do you want for 2022? Tell me. I’ll make it happen.”

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Lusine couldn’t stop what came out of her mouth. “I want to start it your girlfriend.”

“Aren’t you already?”

“Not officially,” she said. “You never asked me. And I don’t know what’s taking so long for you to ask me, but I want to be your girlfriend. Do you want to be my boyfriend? Is that something you want?”

Rasmus couldn’t help but giggle as he shook his head slightly. “You’ve always been my girlfriend, Lusine. Guess it was just a formality that we never made it official.”

“So are we making it official?”

“It was official for me a long time ago.”

“Good. Me too.”

“What else do you want in 2022?” he asked.

Lusine had to think. Truthfully, the things she truly wanted she could only get herself, because she needed to find them in herself. They weren’t something Rasmus could give her – they were something he could be there for, but not something he could give. “More independence. More smarts. More living,” she listed. “More cuddles. More kisses,” she said.

“That I can do,” Rasmus promised. From around them, people started counting down from twenty.

“What do you want for 2022? Tell me. I’ll make it happen,” Lusine copied him.

Rasmus smiled. “I’ve got everything I want right here.”

15!

14!

13!

“Come on! Be honest!”

“I am being honest! You’re everything I want, lilla fågel.”

Lusine felt the butterflies in her stomach. There were millions of them as Rasmus gave her one last smile before counting down with everyone else.

10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

“Haaaaaaaappy Neeewww Yeeeeeaaarrrrr!”

Everybody in the apartment screamed and whooped and clapped as the clock hit midnight. While some began popping the bottles of champagne, most of the couples kissed first. From the corner of her eye, Lusine could see Bee stand on her tippy-toes to kiss Morgan, and Aberdeen run her hand through William’s blonde hair before kissing him, too. Rasmus wrapped his arms around Lusine’s waist and she wrapped her arms around her shoulders and they kissed, hard, hard and long and as passionate as anything, basically making out in front of everyone to see.

“I love you, Rasmus,” Lusine whispered as they pulled away slightly.

Rasmus smiled from ear to ear. “I love you too, Lusine,” he said before kissing her again, so passionately her spine bent back.

They were kissing for so long they didn’t get to see so many things: Travis spilling champagne all over himself; Michael Bunting chugging almost an entire bottle of champagne…

…and Bianca getting her own New Year’s makeout session with Auston Matthews.

“See?” Morgan remarked to Bee. “You don’t make cupcakes for one year and Auston finds something – someone – to make out with instead. The man can’t be helped.”

***

Because Auston had convinced Bianca to stay over, Lusine and Rasmus had the apartment to themselves.

That meant they could do whatever they wanted.

“Can you unzip me?” Lusine asked in a quiet but sultry voice as they entered her bedroom. She was shivering with anticipation as she felt Rasmus’s body approach hers, his hands dancing along her shoulders and the skin at her neck before finally taking the zipper in his hands and pulling down slooooowly. “There’s a surprise,” she whispered.

He stopped unzipping briefly. “A surprise?

Lusine nodded slightly. “A surprise for you. That I thought you’d like.”

Okay, so maybe Rasmus didn’t have the patience to go slooooowly anymore. He unzipped down her back, and as he saw the material of her jumpsuit separate, he noticed something else: a nude-coloured strappy and lacey bra, with the matching panties just peeking out where the zipper stopped. His breath hitched in his throat. “What’s this?” he asked.

Lusine chose not to reply. Instead, she took a step away from him, wiggling out of the jumpsuit until it fell on the floor. She turned around to face him and stood in all her glory, presenting herself to him in a nude coloured bra and panties set. It was small, it was skimpy, and it didn’t cover any of her scars. She thought she would need to hold her breath, and a small part of her thought she’d need to do so for Rasmus’s reaction, but it was written all over his face. His jaw hit the floor. She could see his chest practically heaving at the sight of her. Truth be told, she never felt more confident.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbled.

“You like it?”

“Turn around for me.”

Well that settled it. She smiled, twirling slowly as she stuck her ass out before finally facing him again. His eyes were practically glazed over. “Just for you, Ras. All of me is yours.”

Those words set him off completely. In one swift movement he stepped towards her and stuck his tongue down her throat, his hands roaming all along her body desperate to feel her. He even picked her up – handfuls of thighs and ass cheeks in his hands – right before they collapsed onto her bed like they normally did. She tore his dress shirt and pants off of him, even going so far as to push him onto his back so she could climb on top of him and straddle him. He was loving what he was seeing. “You’re being bold, princess,” he huffed, grabbing onto her hips.

Lusine couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. “Princess, eh? I like princess.”

“Good,” he smiled back, pushing himself upright so he could kiss her quickly. “What were you thinking of doing up here, princess?”

Lusine blushed suddenly, biting down on her bottom lip. “Can I give you another blow job?”

Rasmus couldn’t help but giggle, leaning forward and peppering her with kisses – his version of a very enthusiastic, very emphatic yes. He shifted up the bed slightly so that when he lay down again, his would still be sitting up slightly, able to see her. He wiggled out of his boxers and helped her pull them down before she settled between his legs. “Were you planning this tonight?”

Lusine nodded her head, stroking him a few times. “I figured I’d get good at my blow job game since we’re not having sex yet.”

“C’mere,” he said, making a ‘come hither’ motion with his finger. She did and he gave her a quick kiss. “It doesn’t matter to me. Remember that.”

“I know. I never feel pressure from you. Don’t worry,” she whispered back, appreciative that he was saying it now since they were so hot and bothered. She only felt pressure from herself, that she put on herself, for having sex. But after the disaster that happened last time, she was having a mental fight about waiting versus just getting it over and done with. What would he first time look like? Would it be planned? Would it be spontaneous? ‘On Thursday I’ll be ready; let’s do it then.’ She had no clue, but for someone who sometimes made decisions on a whim, she knew she couldn’t harp too long on it.

He gave her one last kiss before she slid back down his body, putting her mouth over his cock and giving it a cheeky kiss before taking it into her mouth. “Oooooh fuck, I love the way your mouth feels on my cock,” Rasmus moaned.

Lusine moaned in response. “I love the way your cock feels in my mouth,” she said quickly before taking him in again, sucking and twirling her tongue around his head, driving him crazy.

His laboured breaths gave way to her taking him even deeper, and after a while, he made sure to gather her hair in his hand again so he could see her better – wanting to see everything. She looked up at him. He let out a staggered breath. “When you look at me like that you look so fucking hot, princess.”

Lusine smiled – giggled, even – as she maintained eye contact. “You can pull my hair, Rasmus.”

His pupils dilated. He did so, and he heard her moan loudly at it. “You like that, huh?”

She nodded her head with his cock still in her mouth. “More.”

He did it again, controlling how she bobbed up and down on his cock. He made sure to go slow, but the moans and mewls coming out of her were signals to him that everything was okay, that she was turned on by what he was doing. “You like that cock in your mouth, don’t you princess?” he huffed. She looked up at his with beady eyes again, nodding at his question. “You’re so good at sucking my cock.”

She pushed hard enough off his cock so she could speak. “I want you to come down my throat this time.”

Rasmus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Are you sure, Lusine?” he asked in a gentle voice.

“God yes,” she said, surprising him. “I want it, Rasmus.”

She took his cock in her mouth again and began sucking, and with the combination of the words said, what he was watching, and what he knew was coming up, Rasmus was sure he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Suck it just like that, princess,” he encouraged her. “I’m so close.”

He watched his cock disappear into her mouth, and with a few more bobs and flicks of her tongue, he felt himself come inside her mouth, hot spurts going down her throat as he made indescribable noises at the feeling. Lusine kept her mouth on his cock until the very end, sucking until the very last drop before finally letting it go. Rasmus was breathing heavily, trying to find his thoughts and conscience again as he watched Lusine swallow.

That simple act drove him absolutely insane. If he was trying to find his conscience just seconds ago, he’d found it now and knew exactly what he wanted to do as he pulled her up. “Let me taste you,” Rasmus mumbled in between fierce, passionate kisses that left Lusine feeling wild. “Fucking hell, I need to taste you so bad, princess.”

He flipped her onto her back, making sure to leave nips and bites at her neck and licks down her chest before he pushed the material of her bra down so he could leave kisses on her breasts and suck on her nipples. It caused her to arch her back and gasp out in shock at how good it felt, so sudden and unexpected but welcome nonetheless. “Ras—Ras—”

“Hmmm?”

“Ras I want you to do this, just go a bit slow, okay?” she breathed out.

“Of course, of course,” he whispered, moving back up to kiss her quickly before hooking his hands into the band of her underwear and sliding them off. She spread her legs willingly for him and he settled between them, kissing along her thighs and getting her even more hot and bothered. “Hey Lusine,” he said. “Same rules still apply. You tell me to stop and I’ll stop, okay?”

She nodded. Seeing him between her thighs so close to her hot core was something. She doubted she’d tell him to stop, but, well…last time was last time. “Okay.”

He kissed the insides of her thighs some more, and Lusine closed her eyes. When the first lick of his tongue came, her jaw immediately dropped, and her body shivered with excitement. It was short, but it felt good. And when he did it again, it felt good again. And again. And again. “Oh Jesus,” she sighed out.

“Y’okay?”

“Yes yes yes,” she nodded hastily. His tongue continued, and Lusine opened her eyes to see him lapping up her hot core – it was probably the best thing she’d seen in her life. Her eyes rolled back as he continued, and soon, any nerves she had disappeared because he was making her feel so good. She thought about how long she wanted something like this to happen to her, and how nobody but Rasmus could have made her feel this way.

Her little sighs and squirms and mewls, lit biting, and general swearing were enough to tell Rasmus she was enjoying herself very much. He was eating her out like she was his last meal on Earth (and, if he had his way, his only meal on earth), with long laps, sucks, quick flicks, and everything in between. Her moans got louder and louder each passing minute, and every time he noticed they did, he’d try to do something else to get her even louder (which he was sure she appreciated). She was insatiable, the taste of her the only thing he wanted to taste for the rest of his life. “You taste so good for me, princess,” he mumbled.

She couldn’t speak, and the light laugh that escaped him just added to the experience for her. When she could muster up something to say, the only thing that could come out of her was, “Fuck, Rasmus.”

“So sweet,” he continued, knowing it was turning her on. “So sweet for me. And all for me.”

“All of me,” she managed to get out, echoing her sentiments from earlier. “All of me is yours.”

He could feel her getting closer and closer by how often her hips bucked, or how often she squirmed as he lapped at her. Also, her moans, of course – louder and louder and louder, especially after he began moaning himself, the vibrations really setting her off and giving her an extra little something.

“I’m so close,” she breathed out, her voice strained. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, meeting his own eyes that were staring back up at her. She was so fucking turned on, and her body felt hotter than the sun. She closed her eyes again, only for her body to shiver again at the feeling of his tongue and lips. “Do—do that again,” she begged, right after Rasmus had done God knows what but made her feel like she was a delicacy and he was eating every last bit of her.

“Come on my face, princess,” he mumbled quickly against her lips. He did as he was told, over and over again, listening to her get louder with every lick and suck.

Within a few moments, Lusine was a crying, screaming mess. Her orgasm came over her – her entire body, for heaven’s sake – and she swore out in pleasure over and over again. On instinct her legs came together and squeezed Rasmus’s head between her thighs, but – God bless him – he didn’t seem to care as he kept his mouth on her pussy and lapped up every last bit of her. She could still feel his lips. She could still feel his tongue. It was almost as if he wasn’t done, or wanted more – unable to get enough. Her orgasm was powerful, and long – long because of Rasmus and his continued actions, no doubt – and she was sure it would have gone on longer, or into multiple orgasm territory, if she didn’t muster up the softest, lightest “Stop” she’d ever heard herself say.

Rasmus looked up, smiling, Lusine’s juices all over his lips, meeting her eyes. “I could get drunk on you, princess,” he whispered, kissing her inner thighs once more as he kissed his way up her body back to her, collapsing beside her and giving her a long kiss on her lips.

“You’re really good at that,” she mumbled with the last breath she had in her, causing them to both giggle as their bodies settled into each other’s. She kissed him once more before he pulled the covers over them, and Lusine took his hand and led it underneath the covers, placing it right on her still wet core. “Keep it there,” she whispered, her eyes already fluttering from fatigue of the day and the party. “I love you.”

Rasmus smiled, keeping his hand right where it was and giving her one last kiss. “I love you too, Lusine.”

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My Maribat Betrothal AU: Take Two

Okay so people like that post that is more of a train wreck produced by my sleep-deprived brain. I expanded on it and added some changes. Fair warning: Most of my ML and DC knowledge came from Maribat fics, a few episodes and the DCU movies like son of Batman. I have Mari's pov and background stuff written and it needs some editing. Anyways, enjoy <3

It is not a continuation but: @alysrose-starchild, @buginetye, @lookatthestars1, @blackroserelina, @macncheesemonster, @mochinek0

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PART 1

Damian groaned.

He was not having a good day.

First, Father decided to pair him with Todd, TODD of all people, for patrol.

Second, while doing a stake-out for the warehouse near the docks which might be used as storage for criminal activity and enduring Red Hood's annoying taunts, they both were knocked out by tranquilizers and his mother's face was the last thing he had remembered seeing.

"Don't worry, little one. You are just fulfilling your duties as heir to the Demon's Head. Then, all will be perfect." She had said, just before he fully lost consciousness.

Third, he woke up to being chained up with a major headache. Taking a bearing of his surroundings, the room he was imprisoned in had two exits, an iron door and a window that had the view of his childhood home. He was dressed in wedding ensembles of the League of Shadows. Red Hood was chained up next to him as well but unlike him, still had his suit and helmet on. Glancing to the other side, he saw a raven-haired girl, chained up and dressed in the black and gold robes of a bride. She had also retained consciousness and was staring at him.

Bluebell eyes met his piercing green.

His betrothal was petite with Asian features. She had freckles dotting her button nose and rosy cheeks.

She is fragile and will break easily, he thought. Why did his mother want him to marry such a weakling?

"Savez-vous où nous sommes? (Do you know where we are?)" Her voice was sweet and trembling with fear. Her eyes were wide and seemed filled with innocence yet carrying great sadness. She was an Angel, an ordinary girl, not fit for this harsh and unforgiving world she was forcefully going to get married to.

She opened her mouth to ask another question and suddenly, she went limp, appearing to be unconscious. Damian furrowed his brows in confusion. Why did she-

A moment later, he heard footsteps approaching and the iron door opened to reveal his mother.

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Jason woke up to the sight of the Bitch Talia and Demon Spawn, face to face, glaring at each other.

Talia broke the tense silence.

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Married? The Demon Spawn is getting married?!

Jason saw through his helmeted vision, a girl about Damian's age, chained up like them but not yet awake. He raised his hand and saw the shackles around his wrists. The chains were connected to the wall. He experimentally yanked the chains, drawing Talia’s attention.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Jason said vehemently.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Talia stood up and grabbed Ladybug’s(?) hair and yanked so that her eyes met the girl's. The girl, who unfortunately was going to be the Demon Spawn's bride, lets out a cry and starts to tear up. Jason felt anger at how she was being treated, seeing the girl as a little sister already.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Demon Spawn growled out. The girl starts babbling in French. From the little French Jason knows, she was begging for mercy.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.” Damian spat out.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection." Talia countered, letting go of the girl.

Miraculous? Guardian? What the hell?

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

The mother and son begin to bicker. Damian refusing to marry and Talia trying to change his mind.

“Yes, both have to be willing to be married but the curse placed on both of you will ensure that you will agree.”

The dark haired girl had stopped crying and started whispering in a strange language when the fight started, fiddling with the silver ring she wore. Jason saw a terrifying smile crossed the face of the girl across him that chilled him to the bones. Later, a black blur came out of her robes and went through the door. He wondered if he imagined that before he was a determined glint in her eyes.

He blinked.

Talia was choking on the chains that were previously chained to the wall and were now around her neck. Fortunately for them, Talia had closed the door after her entrance and the guards most likely to be stationed outside didn’t storm into the cell. The girl whispered something in Talia's ear, making the woman's eyes widen with what could be fear.

The experienced assassin struggled to get free and gain an upper hand on the girl but was unsuccessful, passing out from the lack of oxygen and strangely strong grip of the small girl.

What happened next was surprising. She breathed hard on her shackles which instantly disintegrated into flakes of rust.

Holy Shit! Demon Spawn's girl is magic. Jason knows his mouth was hanging open under his helmet at that realization. Damian seems to be in the same state.

Talia didn't have the keys to the locks. Being crafty like that. Bitch

"Call me Lady." she said in lightly accented English as she summoned black orbs at the tip of her hands. “Stay still.”

She then proceeds to place her hands on Jason’s shackles, turning them into nothing more than specks.

"I am Red Hood." said Jason, rubbing his wrists.

"The little shit here," as he kicked Damian's leg, " is-"

"Damian Al Ghul" she said the last name with venom. She moved on to Damian's bonds. "Son of that bitch over there, grandson of Ra's, demon heir, blah blah blah. Hold still, mon mignon. I am sure you don't want to lose a hand."

Damian stopped moving at that, due to the pet name or fear Jason couldn’t tell but by the red at the tips of his ear, it could be the former. And she used her powers to free him.

Lady somehow managed to use what remained of the chains to hog tie Talia up.

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“How do we get out?” Damian asked, inspecting the blade that he flinched from his mother.

“Hey, kit.” A nasally voice called out. “I checked out the place we are in. Like you asked. The way to the Throne room is heavily guarded and they seem to think old Ra’s the target. The Pits are guarded too but they are nothing you can’t handle.”

“What is that?” Jason shrieked.

“Thanks, Plagg, you will get that camembert danish when we get back. This is a kwami, a god of sorts and his thing is destruction so I wouldn’t insult him if I were you. He likes to go by Plagg”, answered Lady, which doesn’t clear up Jason’s confusion.

“So, Pigtails, what’s the plan?” The floating, black cat-shaped god(?) asked.

“I was thinking of destroying the Pits to give Al Ghul a middle finger and call Maman to use the Horse to get home.”

“We need Tikki to get rid of it..”

“I will just tell Maman to bring the earrings.”

Damian snorted, “That sounds like a foolish plan. You are insane and not strong enough to take on the League alone, despite having a ‘god’ of destruction at your side. This Tikki or magic earrings will destroy the Pits, many have tried. And sorry to disappoint but no horse can make it up the mountainside of Nanda Parbat.”

“Have to agree with Demon Spawn here and I rarely do that. Your plan sounds insane, Pixie. You are just one girl. Let us help, we know the League better than you. We can come up with a better one.” Jason was worried for the girl, she was crazy if she thought her plan would work.

Lady smirked, “It is a perfectly sound plan. I know what I am talking about. Despite the weak girl act, I am no Damsel in distress. After this is all over, we will split our ways and hopefully, never see each other again.”

“We can’t separate. My mother said there is a curse that will ‘make us fall in love.’” Damian said, using air quotes. “You need to come with us so we can get someone to break it.”

“Fine. But I need to do something before I am coming with you. Plagg, Claws out.”

Bright green light flashed around her and she was now dressed in a black bodysuit with green linings. It was armoured at the chest, knees and elbows. (Add whatever details you want, I can’t do it. Jacket, designs, use your imagination) Her gloves were claws-like, reminding them of Selina and there was a belt carrying some vials, pouches and throwing stars. Her hair was now longer and braided and seemed to move on its own. Cat ears were attached to her head. Her eyes were changed so the sclera were the same shade of blue as her iries and the pupils were slitted like a cat. A black domino mask framed her face. Two ten-inch daggers appeared out of thin air in her hands.

The transformed Lady did the inhuman feat of kicking the door open. The assassins stationed outside were immediately knocked out by Lady.

“Well, are you coming or not?” She called out, before running down the corridor. Jason patted his shocked brother’s shoulder, “You doing okay there, demon spawn?”

“Tch, Let’s go, Todd.” Damian replied, trying to get rid of that funny feeling in his chest.

#damian x marinette #maridami #mlb x dc #maribat #daminette #betrothal au: take 2

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