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nightcolorz · 3 years ago

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Poorly describing my versions of the Gotham rogues:

Joker: “yolo” in its most dangerous form, def is writing a slow burn enemies to loves fic about him and Batman. Gay and homophobic 💯 The other rogues don’t invite him to pride celebrations anymore cause he’ll keep calling people slurs “as a joke”. Him and Edward have longterm beef, like schoolgirl levels of petty drama.

Harley Quinn: would describe herself as a “girlboss” unironically while committing heinous crimes. tweeted “clowns aren’t funny” after breaking up with Joker (ended up causing a huge scandal). The OG “I can fix him” girl. Is sort of the rogues free underground therapist (god knows they need it) cause they can’t get professional help without being sent to Arkham.

Poison Ivy: Breaking News: Cottagecore lesbian commits mass murder cause her plant wilted. She’s what republicans think environmentalists are. Would get in a fist fight with that vegan teacher cause “plants have feelings too”. Has beef with most of the male rogues, supports ‘kill all men’ without realizing it’s a joke (she prefers ‘kill all humans’ but figured she had to downgrade because the Gotham city sirens are humans technically).

Cat Woman: “OH NO! It appears I’ve gotten stuck backwards in the bank vault step-Bat 😏😏😏😏😏😏, looks like I’m not stealing any more diamonds today 😰😩”. Mad respect for Selina, she just wants diamonds and bat dick, no tragic backstory or complex motivations needed. I personally like to headcanon her as wearing a straight up cat costume (ears and a tail like a true furry) cause it’s way funnier to imagine a sophisticated rich woman dressing up as a cat to steal shit than whatever bullshit DCs up to these days. Trans catgirl supremacy 💎👍

Scarecrow: That one guy who gets angry at people because “Halloween costumes are meant to be scary 🤬😡😑😒”. Doesn’t even attempt to express emotions, is the human embodiement of this emoji: 😐. His presence is more jarring than threatening, his intimidation levels are somehow underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. The other rogues have collectively decided that he’s asexual under no assumption other than that they don’t want to imagine Jonathan having sex. Overtime Jonathan has become basically fearless (he smokes his own fear gas like vape just to feel something). Jonathan and Harley became good friends when they both worked in Arkham, their dynamic is surprisingly wholesome.

The Riddler: Didn’t get hugged enough as a child and is now making it everyone’s problem. Would hold a bank hostage to show Batman his third grade spelling bee medal. Is the only autistic rogue that gets accommodations in Arkham because he won’t stop bugging the guards. FTM trans ofc (his names Edward Nygma for Christ's sake). He ran away from home at seventeen and faked his own death (his deadname is legally dead lmao). Uses the terms “alpha, beta, and omega male” unironically.

Two Face: “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t wanna blow up the orphanage either, but Y’know the coin said-” The other rogues talk to Harvey as if he’s constantly at his breaking point, which is half true. Harv is a stone cold mf, he’s the rock that’s holding Two Face together tbh. Edward calls Harvey and Harv Jekyll and Hyde cause he’s that original. All the rogues have at least a sneaking suspicion that Bruce Wayne is batman and use Harvey as their little primary source (being ex besties and everything), until they find out Selina and Bruce are a thing of course. No matter how much evidence he’s faced with Harvey will never accept Bruce Wayne is batmam, he’s not ready to consider that one of the only positive people in his life has been duking it out with him this whole time.

Penguin: He’s the rest of the rogues chill gay gangster uncle I don’t make the rules. The iceberg lounge is like the Batman villain equivalent of The Central Perk from friends (aka: its their default place to hangout). Oswald always makes a fuss about them not making reservations ahead of them but at this point it’s just performative. Everyone’s 99% sure Oswald and Edward fucked at some point (Edward always makes a show of flustering Oswald when he needs a loan). Ossie always takes care of the others belongings when they’re in Arkham (he has a special place in his heart for Jonathan‘s crows).

The Mad Hatter: I love Jervis lmao he just really likes Alice in Wonderland and that’s a valid ass villain motivation 👍. One of the smartest rogues but doesn’t get enough credit because of how childish he is. He dresses in kids clothes, not just because he wants to but because he’s small af and can’t fit in shit. In public while the rogues are undercover Jervis usually wears a beanie or a baseball cap (he’d get spotted instantly if he wore his usual, but on bad days Jervis can’t bear to be without a hat). Jonathan and Jervis play chess a lot together in Arkham, and frequently engage in intellectual discussion, Edward tends to be a piss baby when Jon encourages him to do the same, he’s not ready to accept the reality that Jervis can match his intelligence.

Killer Croc: Waylon has a surprising amount in common with Jonathan, they share southern solidarity. He doesn’t travel out of the sewer often so the rogues will occasionally come to visit Waylon there (Edward always makes sure to complain loudly about the smell). Will show immense affection and loyalty to anyone who treats him as human (poor guy just needs a friend ☹️).

Mr Freeze: Literally just dead inside, someone give this poor bastard a hug. Victor stands as the most awkward rogue, he‘s sorta like the odd one out. The other rogues don’t interact with him that often because he’s sort of a party pooper. He’s the straight friend on thin ice, haha get it. Mr Freeze is my sisters favorite Batman villain because she thought the ice puns were funny in Batman in Robin, little does she know I’m embarrassing myself on tumblr in her glory.

Music Meister: So many of the Gotham rogues have horrible childhood trauma and Music Meister is just like “people bullied me for being a theater kid 😩😭💔😔”. In all honesty he’s iconic, in my au universe thingy I have him join the dork squad latter on and he sticks out like a sore thumb for a bit. I feel like him and Jervis would really hit it off though (mind control buddies, ha), although Jervis would always get him to sing Alice in Wonderland songs. In Arkham they have him wear a dog collar thingy and zap him when he sings, he gets bullied for that lol. anyways I’m sure I could make more of these, but it’s 2:20 am and my mind went blank. If y’all liked this I could always put more au headcanons out (I have A LOT)

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mariahthelioness29 · 4 years ago

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Send the Addy

Pairing: SamBucky x Black! Reader

WC: 4,279 ( I am theirs, they inspire me)

Warning: It is absolute filth, my peeps, barely a plot, SMUT, Sugar relationship, D/s dynamics, Double Penetration ( anal & vaginal), oral ( male & female receiving), daddy and sir naming , spitting, edging, rough sex, praise and degradation, blindfold and light bondage... that’s all.

A/N: This for @blackmissfrizzle and her Frizzle’s 2K Follower Celebration & Bad Bitch Challenge. I had the song Send the Addy by Flo Milli.

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After an excruciating week full of all-nighters, tidying final projects and exams. You and your girls are dancing, drinking some strong booze, forgetting the hell you all went through.

Send the addy, starting playing and you stand up from the chair and start dancing

“Better watch where you steppin', this Gucci is pricey (Hello)

Like a snake on the loose, they gon' bite me

Put it on him, now he callin' me wifey (Ooh)

He tryna cuff but it's hard to indict me

He say he like when I call him daddy (Haha)

Tell him "Pull up" then I send the addy (Ooh)

She keep muggin' me down, she a maddy (Ew, bye)

I got three bitches wit' me, they catty (Ho)”, You sing along.

You move your hips to the beat going down till you're squatting near the floor and start throwing your ass back. Your ass shaking going up and down on repeat.

“Ayeee, show’em what you got, baby”! ,your friend Bry hyping you up while recording.

You stand up running to your friend, laughing somehow feeling a little shy but still feeling yourself.

“Damn, what’s gotten into you ?, you out here showing out, feeling yourself, but I can not complain I am enjoying it a lot”.Bry inquires, looking you up and down, smirking at you.

“Just happy that for once I was ahead of the curve, did not procrastinate and did all the work like for once I am confident, the finals will be great”.

You smile at her, both of you sitting close to each other wrapping your arms around each other. You and Bry have been friends since freshman but sometimes you indulge in each other. When there is booze or stress involved, you seek each other's refuge.

Some heavy twerking to 19, Birthday Cake and WAP, drinking and some heavy making out sessions with Bry and Draya recording it . You send all the videos to two particular men in your contacts. You are all snickering and smiling to your phone. You know you're in for one hell of a night with your daddies.

“y/n, when are you going to tell us the truth? ”,Draya disrupted you from your phone.

“Tell, you what”. You feign, cocking your head to the side.

“ So you think we blind and stupid, you definitely have a sugar daddy or an Only Fans”.

“That is the same thing, I have been trying to find out”, Bry expressed with faux annoyance rolling her eyes.

“Your skin is glowing, The lace you got, Lace where?, you are not whining about your car problems, the clothes, the jewelry, the nails, like everyone can confuse you with some NBA player’s wife, if they don’t know you.” Draya continued.

“The rent is paid and everything paid plus a new phone, new laptop. Oh, She gets some Fenty x Savage and Agent Provocateur on the side ”, Bry pipes in.

“Nosey bitch”, you shove Bry and she laughs.

“ Is he some NBA ,NFL, Major League player, CEO, Rapper, Doctor, Real estate mogul, Politician?”, Bry asked.

“Nope”, you said while stifling a smile and you took your shot of D’usse.

Draya slouched more on the chair and sighs. “ Well if she won’t tell Bry, then she is taking that secret to the grave”.

“Guys, I wish I could tell you but I can’t, I have signed an NDA, I don’t have money or lawyers to fight an NDA breaching just cause my girls want me to kiss and tell”.

They all rolled their eyes. “Well, if he has friends that want a sugar baby tell’em to send the addy, I am here for the taking ” Bry responded while twirling around and posing.

You all cackled.

Little did they know that you were Captain America and the Winter Soldier’s sugar baby. You have to keep it a secret. This can mess up your future career and theirs.

You start reminiscing, while your friends are having fun.

You can see what they were seeing. A year and half ago, you were quiet, always tired and not as vibrant. Balancing the little you had, some internships to build your resume and classes, were taking a toll on you. You had the biggest internship. An internship at the Avengers headquarters, with no other than Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Helen Cho. If you aced this, you were pretty much settled. The chance of getting a nice job will be high. The internship pay was nice. It gave you some comfort but the hours were outrageous. The internship has some other perks. Seeing Sam Wilson, Captain America and Bucky Barnes, ex Winter-Soldier pass by.

You seem them pass by hand in hand. They wave at you. You smile and wave back. You hate to see them go but love to watch them leave. They have some nice ass thighs and Sam’s ass in that Cap uniform. You are sure that if you ever had the chance to go to bed with him. You will be groping it all night. It looks so good. You feel a sort of remorse for thinking that .You can see Sam and Bucky love each other so much and here you are being horny because of Sam’s ass in his uniform.

They were always trying to find ways to be in the lab with you, but you always denied that they were here for you.

You became friendly with both of them. You can see there were always lingering eyes or a hug longer than usual but you always thought it is your infatuation playing with your mind.

That was until the Stark Benefit Gala happened. You were having fun until the party ended and your car decided to die on you. You were standing there, bummed in a beautiful dress. The dress was a courtesy of Dr. Cho.

They saw you groaning and rolling your eyes in your car. They came to your help. Sam was drunk. It was late, so Bucky offered you a ride to your humble abode.

Against your better judgement you decided to ask if Bucky wants to get in your home. He went in. You were sitting drinking some water. You went to your room to get out of the dress and change to some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt. You were talking about T.V shows and he mentioned he was watching the Witcher but has never had time to catch up so you turned on the T.V watch the Witcher with him to explain to him what he has been missing.

Suddenly you guys were making out. You on top of him, t-shirt disregarded.

You stop him, “ We cannot do this to Sam”, you said, your lips ghosting over his.

“What if I tell you, Sammy is okay, with this. He grabs your ass cheeks hard. He breathes you in and suckles the pulse point of your neck.

You throw your head back and start grinding on him.

“What if I tell you he wants you, just as much as I do”. His voice raspy laced with desire. With that he kisses you with such a passion, all the oxygen in your lungs disappeared, he kisses your cheek in a chaste way, kisses your hand, pulls you off his lap, stands in front of you, and tells you goodnight. Leaving you hanging, confused, hot and bothered.

Your phone beeped and a message with a weird number appeared

Meet us tonight at the Cove at 21:00 sharp , The Uber is already paid and will pick you up. S&B”

Another message in with the directions to the Cove. The Cove was a nice restaurant wine bar a little outside the city.

At the Cove, Sam was there to confirm what Bucky told you.

The waiter greets you and takes you orders. Chardonnay and tapas to go with it.

“ Thank you for being here, y/n”, Sam started. “Buck told me what happened”.

“Sam, I am so sorry, please I stay away from you. I don’t want this to cause any problems. I am so sorry”, you apologize to him.

Sam looks at you soft. “Hey, calm down, I would’ve loved to see that, you and Buck”. You are in shock. It is true what Bucky told you. “Buck told me you feel good,y/n and I want to find out:, he whispers. His eyes darkened while taking you in. It sends a shiver to your spine.

“ See, y/n, Buck and I, we love each other very much”. You see Bucky looking at Sam like he hung the moon and Sam takes Bucky's metal hand to his lips and kisses it. “But we are both missing what is like to be with a woman”. Bucky answered. “Someone we can both trust and confide in” Sam pipes in. “ We both have a kind of a dominant air and we want someone that can be ours” Bucky continues. “ I see the way you look at us, you invited me to your apartment”. "We made out" “ You check Sam’s ass a lot, I know you can’t help it, It's so good”. You see Sam biting his lip at that.

You want to stay and jolt the hell out of there. You want to say something but you can't, the words won’t come out.

Sam lift his hand

“ Before you ask, what’s in it for you”, Let me tell you”. Sam led the conversation.

“ You are an amazing intern. Nothing but good things; cunning, smart, hard working. Banner and Helen have seen how hard you work. School and bills take a toll on you. “We see your car, that poor thing. “ You are quiet , you sigh a lot”. “We want to relieve that burden for you”.

You take a good gulp of the wine so that it can give you courage. “ This is not some cruel prank, right?, You ask with doubt. Taking a strand of hair behind your ears. You are shaking like a leaf.

Sam and Bucky smile at you. They’re smiles are comforting.

“ It is not. In fact, I have something for you”. Sam takes a stack of papers from his suitcase and puts it on the table.

“ It is a Non Disclosure Agreement and some ground rules, This could be scandalous, we are aware of that so we have to keep this a secret much to my disdain.” Sam huffs.

Bucky takes your hand in his. “ Just give it a thought and think how good this can be for you”. “If you are not on board with this. It’s okay, we understand. Burn those papers and we continue like nothing happened, please just think about it and let us know what you want”. Bucky looks at you with his ocean eyes pleading.

The days followed. NDA signing. Medical exams all of you did. After that you had the most amazing experience you ever had in your life. It was everything. So erotic, you on your back Sam driving into you with madness. Bucky beside you alternating between kissing Sam and playing with your clit. Bucky spitting in your mouth, saying you are theirs and no one else's. So filthy, your back against Bucky’s chest he was in your ass while Sam was in front of you balls deep in you and they were both fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuckkk, they groaned in unison”

Bucky was kissing the back of your neck giving you long but hard strokes. “Babyy, so tiight, so goood”, he said in between strangled moans.

You could barely breathe. They are pushing buttons, you did not know they existed.

Sam was rough, giving you fast strong strokes, hitting that spot repeatedly. “He was moaning, grunting, breathing heavy too. Eyes closed head back. “Fuck baby, you’re gripping me hard, I’m not going to last long, if you keep doing that. Naughty girl you like that, huh?, “having two men at the same time”. Sam said with his breath short, driving his dick deeper in you.

You nod. You cannot form a coherent sentence

Bucky wrapped his vibranium fingers tight around your throat, making you face Sam. “Answer him”, he orders you, whispering in your ear.

“Yes, sir, I love being stuffed by you both.” You answered him with a strangled whisper while your eyes were fluttering. It was too much but it was what your body was craving ever since Dr.Banner introduced you to them.

After a few more strokes you came with a shout and your legs shaking . Sam came hard , then Bucky after fucking your ass with no abandon. The night went on like that, Sam and Bucky using you the way they saw fit.

You were stuffed with their cum and seeing galaxies at the end of the night.

They took care of you after that. Bathing you, cleaning you up, giving you snacks, even brushing your teeth, and putting you to sleep.

You were biting your lip, pressing your thighs together. You were hoping you could get some of that tonight.

Seems like your wish is granted because your cell phone vibrates. Two messages in

Bad girl, making out with your friend, that mouth, that pussy belongs to us. Only us.

I see you’re having fun, but you can have more fun with us, baby girl. Say goodbye to your friends and you come to this hotel this instant.

They sent you the address to the hotel . You see the address is not that far. Your pussy throbs in anticipation.

“ Well, bitches, I got to go”, you say picking your Birkin bag and taking one last shot.

“ Daddy Anonymous called you, huh”, Bry said looking you up and down.

“ Yes he did and I am going to get some dick tonight”. You all laughed.

Kissing and hugging your girls goodbye. You get in the car and connect the phone to the speakers and play send the addy again.

Reaching to the hotel. You text the numbers back with:

I am here, sir.

I am here, daddy.

They reply back with the room number.

You arrived at the room you knocked on the door , just how they thought you.

It was them. Bucky was dressed in a black shirt and the sleeves rolled up. Sam was wearing a burgundy shirt also with the sleeves rolled up. Tight jeans and two very noticeable hard ons. Your mouth waters at the sight.

Bucky grabs you close to him and slaps your face. You gasped. The slap is not hard enough to leave a mark but to tingle. Sam watches amused rubbing his erection through his pants.

“Bad, girl, behaving like a slut, making out with Bry, letting her touch you like that”, he said, wrapping his vibranium fingers around your neck with force. “You just can’t get enough, do you baby ?”

“Daddy Buck, may not like it but I love it baby. You are so fucking sexy, especially when you make out with Bry”. Sam replied.

Why did you do it, baby girl ?, Sam asked while unbuckling his belt and sitting on a chair in the corner.

Bucky makes you face Sam.

“ I like pussy too, sir and her lips are nice, both sets of lips,sir”. You whisper with Bucky’s hand tight around your throat.

Bucky grabs you by the forearm, makes you walk to the bed with him. He sits at the edge of the bed.

“ Lay across my lap”, he demanded.

You do as you're told and lay across his lap.

“Daddy is very disappointed, and you know what happens when daddy is disappointed”. You brace yourself for what is about to come. Spanking with the vibranium hand.

“ You are going to count, Ok”.

A slap to your ass and it is heard. “One”. You exhale the breath you were holding in. Two slaps quickly after another. “Two, three”, you whisper and then hiss. He massages your ass cheek. And slaps it again “Four”, you scream. “Such a good girl, taking your spanking so well”, Sam encourages you while stroking his dick slowly.

“Don’t get any ideas, he might like what you do but you are still a dirty slut”. With that he spanks you three times quick after another. “Five, six, seven”, you scream and a tear is rolling down your face.

“Aw, baby you look so cute when you cry, don’t worry, honey, it is going to end soon, Sam walks to you and wipes the tear away from your face. He cups your face in his hand.

Bucky laughs. “Whores pulling stunts and can’t handle the consequences”. “Should've known better” He spanks your ass three times one after the other. “Eight, nine, ten” you sob.

You stand up from Bucky’s lap. Your ass stinging. You know that you will not sit comfortably for a week. You hiccup a sob.

“Sh, sh,sh, that's my girl, taking what we give so well”. Sam console you. He cups our face and then hugs you tight. He smells so good. Sandalwood and cocoa butter. His skin is smooth

“ Lay on the bed, baby girl, I'm going to give you a treat”. You lay at the edge of the bed, with your legs open.

Sam lick his lips, you are dripping wet.

"So wet, so pretty" Sam whispers, touching your pussy. You moaned at that,moving your hips looking for more sensation but he stops touching you.

"Tell us, are you wet for Bry or for us?",Bucky questioned

"You only you"

"Good answer, pretty baby".Sam says breathing you in.

“ What do good girls say to that, y/n?”, Sam asked

“ Thank you, sir”, you answer him, all breathy

With that he licks along your slit and then starts devouring your lips. Sucking on your clit and then shoving his tongue in you. He keeps that pattern until you are squirming and moaning loud but Bucky puts his arm around your middle, keeping you down. Sam keeps eating you out like you are his last meal.

“You are such a dumb baby, you cannot take my spanking or his tongue, don’t worry baby. "Bucky whispers to your ear.

“He spoils you but I will set you straight.” He bites your nipple to the point it is painful. You moaned loudly the pain and the pleasure mixing in. You grab his hair hard and he grunts. He soothes the bite, licking and flicking his tongue on your nipple.

Bucky grips Sam’s head and brings Sam to him and they kiss slowly all tongue. Both of them sharing your juices. It is such a sight.

“Do you trust us, baby?”, Sam ask with his lips shining of your essence and Bucky’s spit.

“Yes, sir, My safe word is fly”.

“ Good girl”, Sam responds and then hovers over you to peck your lips.

He goes to the night table and takes a pink silk scarf and pink rope out of the drawer.

He makes you sit on the bed and ties the silk scarf around your eyes and he kisses your cheek.

“My pretty baby”

“ I don’t know why you keep putting her on a pedestal, she is a whore”, Bucky tells Sam.

“ A whore that needs to be put in her place”. Bucky continues

“ C’mon, ass up ,face down”. Bucky orders and there is no room for ifs.

You assume the position. “Hands behind your back”, Bucky demands.

You put your hands behind your back and you feel the rope tightening on your wrists.

You gasp when you feel a dick inside you in one thrust and you know is Bucky. He is like that though, demanding. He starts ramming into you. The shaking of your ass against his hips, your pussy creaming on his shaft . That spurs him on.

“ He might say nice things to you, but we both know what you like, getting fucked without mercy”, He groans at the feeling of you spasming around him. “That is what you like”.

He pulls on your hair. “Say it”, he growled.

“He might say nice things but I like getting fucked without mercy”. You answer him breathless.

You are moaning non-stop, your breathing ragged. His dick drives in and out at a fast pace. You feel yourself tightening around his cock.

He stops and pulls out of you. You whine

“Stop whining”, Bucky reprimands you, spanking your ass a little. A warning.

You cry out when you feel another dick inside you, a different kind of stretch. Inch by inch he enters you, he is hissing. “Aaahh fuuuck”.

You know it is Sam. He takes his sweet time entering you most of the time.

He starts going at a slow pace, pulling out almost and slams back in. Then he pulls almost out, he grips your hips and drives your ass against his hips unhurried. Every time he does that, you feel the air leave the room.

He keeps doing that until you are almost there, you can feel it then he stops and pulls out of you.

You are left there clenching around nothing.

You hear them kissing. Humming and moaning into the kiss. You start hearing Sam moaning and slurping and gagging sounds, moans from Bucky too.

You hear whispering but you cannot understand what is said.

Bucky was on his knees sucking Sam off, taking Sam's shaft to the back of his throat, savoring all of you from Sam's dick. He pulls Sam out his mouth with a pop.

He stands up and whispers to Sam's ear: "She tastes so good on your dick, sweetheart, mmhmm so good."

You whine:" pleeeaseee"

Sam returns to you, entering you at a snail's pace till he is full inside. His moans, hisses mixing with your moans and cries.

"Can't stay without dick for long, Can you baby ?". Bucky asks you. He chuckles. "Such a needy slut".

You nod. You mewl: "Yes, daddy".

Sam kisses your shoulders. “ You are such a sight, baby girl, you are my good girl, I love you so much”, He says with his deep and raspy voice.

“ I love you so much, sir”. You reply with tears in your eyes. You don't know, who is worse, Bucky with his unforgiving pace or Sam's slow pace. They are doing this for what seems an eternity. When they feel you are about to cum, they switch places or leave you hanging.

Sam praised you and Bucky degraded you.

You can’t take it anymore. You are so pent up. Release is the only thing in your mind.

You were now on your back still blindfolded and your wrist tied on top of your head.

“Please, daddy, please, sir, please can I cum ?”. You sob

Bucky was slamming into you. Faster than ever, groaning and moaning

“ Cum, let go”, he moans. He was so close too.

You came with your legs shaking and a silent scream.

More thrusts and Bucky was coming

“Shiiiitttt”,fuck, fuck”, Bucky cried out on repeat. With a long moan, he emptied inside you. He dropped next to you on the bed, spent and satisfied.

Right after, Sam entered you in one thrust and started pumping you fast. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head. You feel your whole nerves convulse. It was so much but your body needed his release.

“Sir, please, give me your cum”, you babble

“ Don’t have to ask me twice, baby girl, He grunted.

Thrusting into you with his eyes closed, head back and his lips parted.

"Fuuuckkk, you got some good pussy on you, babyyy, y/n. He sped up, chanting your name.

He came within you, with a loud groan. He dropped on top of you

You love his weight on you. When he catches his breaths. He stands up and takes your blindfold off. Bucky tuned in the light so that your eyes don’t hurt, when Sam takes the blindfold. Sam takes the rope off your wrists and kisses your wrists.

Bucky appears with glasses of water for the both of you. He gives Sam the glass and they kiss.

You cannot believe your luck. Both of your men, naked. Sam thick arms and thighs and that ass. Bucky with those thighs, those abs carved like some Greek god and the contrast of his arm, flesh and metal, hair all disheveled.

Bucky kneels in front of you and gives you a glass of water.

Bucky kisses you. “You know that it is all role play, baby. I love you and I appreciate you so much”. You nod. You drink the water and put the glass on the nightstand. You grab his face.

“ I know, daddy” and you place a kiss on his forehead.

He looks at you, like you are everything in his world.

He stands up. He kisses Sam again then Sam bents and kisses you.

“ You are so beautiful, you know that”, Sam expresses taking your features in.

“ Thank you, sir. You are so pretty too”. He laughs at that.

Bucky finds some sweatpants and puts them on.

“I am going to order something to eat”. Bucky picks the phone to call room service.

"Blueberry waffles,pleaseee".You look at him with puppy eyes. Sam sits next to you. "I want some blueberry waffles too, baby boy". Sam asks with that smile that makes Bucky melt.

He chuckles shaking his head.

You, two are too much for his heart to handle.

"Well, when you both ask like that, how can I say no"

He calls room service.

You are there, feeling light and satisfied with two men that care so much. Every day you are falling a little bit more in love with them.

You don’t know what the future holds for all of you but for now you will always go to them when they send the addy.

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thebestofoneshots · 5 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: Bucky needs your help after a girl won’t stop unwantedly flirting with him.

Warnings: None, there’s a bit of Drunk!reader but nothing too crazy.

“Please, please, Please PLEASE!!” begged Peter as you tried to ignore him. “Just this once!” He repeated pleading with his big brown eyes. He wanted you to introduce him to Mary, the read headed technician Girl, which you wouldn’t have a problem with, but, she was Bruce’s niece, and if anything didn’t go as planned, you and that little spider kid would have a big green problem.

“I don’t know Pete, it might be a terrible idea.”

“Believe me, I will be the biggest gentleman to ever exist, I’d behave better than Cap, I promise,”

I rolled my eyes. “You better, or else, I will be the one to use you as bait with the Hulk, and he can beat up Gods,”

He nodded rapidly a bunch of times, swallowing hard but attempting to hide it.

“Fine, now get out, I’m gonna change so we can go,”

“Affirmative captain,” he said before doing a military salute and leaving the room.

“This kid,” you denied with your head and walked to your closet picking a dress and putting it on. Your makeup was done, in fact, Peter was there because he helped you with the eyeliner that you were shitty at no matter what, and he surprisingly had a great pulse for wings. It was another of Tony’s galas and everyone with money or contacts got invited.

You walked outside and Peter offered you his arm, to escort you, you laughed and rolled your eyes before grabbing it and walking side by side with him towards the elevator.

You were thinking of how funny a 17-year-old boy would look next to a 26-year-old woman when the door opened and you entered the party lobby, some people were leaving their coats but as you had arrived from just a few floors bellow neither of you had taken yours. Which you regretted as the ambient was rather chilly.

“There she is!” You heard the boy whisper at you.

“Relax, you’re gonna look desperate,”

He rolled his eyes as you practically dragged him to the bar and ordered two cocktails before remembering he was underage and cancelling the second one.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

You raised your brows towards him and he nodded like a little kid, which he was to everyone on the team.

After a while, you saw Wanda talking to Mary and you smiled to yourself pulling Peter towards both girls, you went and greeted Wanda and after a few seconds Mary.

“Mary Jane Watson, this is Peter Parker, Peter this is Mary,” you said with a smile and gave Wanda a look which she immediately understood.

“(Y/N)! Remember about that girl I said I would introduce you too, I think she’s here. Come with me,” she said pulling you with her and leaving the two kids together.

“Did you just play cupid with those two?” She asked when you were far enough.

“He asked me, I just never told him they were secretly my ship,”

You both laughed and then Vision arrived and left taking Wanda with him, you were left sitting on the bar alone, you ordered another cocktail and then found the person that had been trying to make you notice him for at least 10 minutes now.

You turned to the soldier confused as he kept giving you looks and signs that you barely understood.

He motioned you to look at your phone.

You rolled your eyes but did as asked “Please help me, she won’t get off of me, even if I’ve told her it makes me uncomfortable,” as you read it you laughed and looked at him, who was pleading with his eyes as a girl with a really short dress rubbed her boobs to his arm, on purpose, you laughed at the sight, if only she knew the winter soldier wasn’t really into that kind of stuff, still stuck in the ’40s.

You asked for two drinks and walked towards him. This was gonna be fun.

“Honey, I’m sorry I took so long, Tony stopped me and he wanted a bunch of pictures with the girls. You know how he is,” You said handing him one of the glasses in your hand.

“He’s been alone all the time at the party,” the girl spilled with sass.

“Oh, I know, he came first to get seats, seems though like you’ve taken mine,” you said as they were on a two-person couch “but don’t worry, we’ll figure this out,” you observed right before sitting on one of Bucky’s tights and crossing your arm in his neck, still looking at the girl. Bucky used his left hand to hold you in place. You felt your heart rush a little from the closeness with him but you blamed it on the martini and the excitement of putting the girl in her place, even if you weren’t sure why it was so exciting. She rolled her eyes and crossed her leg facing Bucky, showing even more skin. Was she really going to continue this up?

“Babe, remember that time my hair got stuck in your arm after a mission,” you asked, to which he nodded.

“Of curse doll, how would I forget?”

You smiled brightly to avoid the mild blush being evident. “I was just thinking that I’m gonna have to tie my hair tonight if the plan is still on, to avoid any other incidents,” you articulated with a wicked smile. He gulped when he understood what you were implying, then you got close to his ear and whispered “now act as I told you something really dirty” although you didn’t mean for it to come out in a dirty voice. He squeezed you tight in response to it, you weren’t sure if it was acting or your voice had an actual effect on him. The girl rolled her eyes and left.

You started laughing and ended up giggling in the crock of his neck as you tried to calm down.

“Thanks for that,” he said after a little while.

“That’s what friends are for,” you cleared and then stood up to sit on the couch next to him. But right at that moment, Peter pulled your arm for you to turn towards him.

“She wants to go somewhere more private,” he said with a worried face.

“Why aren’t you there with her?” You asked confused.

“I have no idea what to do,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes in a friendly way “What did you even tell her?”

“That I’m in the bathroom.”

You laughed “Ok, 2456, that’s the code, tell FRIDAY that I let you, it’s for Tony’s private terrace, it has the best view in town.”

“But What do I DO?” He asked again, desperate.

“Well, you talk, and if things go well enough, you give her a kiss and ask for her phone.”

“How do I know if things are going well?”

You rolled your eyes while you thought of a way of explaining to him. Then you got an idea. You pulled Bucky up and next to you.

“You’re Parker, I’m Watson,” you explained to him and then looked at his eyes with the sweetest face you could pull up. You batted your eyelashes and smiled. You laid your head on his shoulder looking at nowhere in particular and then at him again, this time with the biggest heart eyes you had ever made to anyone.

That’s when Bucky did something you were not expecting, he located his hand on the back of your neck, the heat from his palm almost made you shiver, but it all was so quick, he pulled your head towards his and planted a kiss on your lips. It didn’t last much and when it was finished you were left blinking in confusion for a few seconds before turning to Peter with a smile “See, that’s what you have to do,” you told him and he smiled.

“Thanks for that, both of you,” he said right before running off.

Bucky sat back on the couch and pulled you next to him.

That’s when you spotted the same girl now torturing another poor man. “Looks like she moved to different prey,” you nodded towards her and he laughed when he saw what you meant.

“Poor guy,” he said before turning to you and noticing your fast rubbing hands over your legs, you were evidently cold.

“Why didn’t you say you were cold?” He asked.

“I wasn’t, not while I was on your lap at least,” you explained. He smiled and swiftly pulled you over him again, using part of the suit he was wearing to warm you. “How are you so hot?” You asked.

“I was born with the blessing of good looks,” he answered to which you softly hit his arm.

“You know I don’t mean it that way,” you laughed, Bucky was quiet most of the time although sometimes he acted so open and confident and funny it amused you, you had been told how he was a ladies man back in the ’40s. Maybe that’s how he was before they turned him into the Winter Soldier.

“You think the insect boy is going to make it?” He asked then.

“He has a name.”

“You do too but I call you doll anyway,” he shrugged.

“Well, MJ has definitely a slight crush on the kid, at least that’s what Wanda told me, and he’s trying hard.”

“I’m kinda happy we helped. The kid kinda reminds me of Steve before becoming Captain America, he wants to help and everyone thinks he’s too small for the job.”

“I wouldn’t be as happy, she’s Banner’s niece.”

“Wait, for real?” he said worryingly, Bucky hadn’t seen the hulk in action but he knew enough. Getting trouble with the big guy was terrible weekend plans.

“I hope Nat helps us in case shit happens,” was your only answer.

“Like what?” Asked Bruce who sat on the couch next to you yours, he was holding a small whiskey glass.

That took you completely by surprise “Ah... you know... world-destroying stuff,” you replied, you weren’t sure if’d sound like a question more than an answer, you hopped it hadn’t but you felt like it had.

“Hm,” was his unconvinced reply “Either way... have you seen Mary Jane? I’ve been looking for her for a while, can’t seem to spot her.”

“I... uh...”

“No, we’ve been together pretty much all night, we haven’t seen anyone,” Bucky Answered for you.

“Shame...” he said before taking a small sip from his drink “I was hoping to introduce her to Peter, she always complains about the lack of people her age in these parties.”

After that you relaxed a bit, at least you weren’t going to he smashed soon “Maybe they’ve already met? This isn’t such a big venue.”

“Maybe...” he shrugged still searching around the area, to see if he spotted either of the kids “why are you sitting in Buchanan’s Lap?” Was his next question, which was pretty fair since there was a perfectly empty space next to the two of you.

“Eh...” You started but stopped yourself mid-sentence to think about it for a second “Well, it’s a long story, but basically... cold.”

He seemed to be about to say something but by then Nat stood in front of you with her hands full “it’s time for the fun!” She interrupted handing each of you a shot.

“Thanks, Nat? What is it?”

“Vodka, for must of us, the one for James has some of Thor’s more potent stuff.”

“Sweet!” You heard him from behind. Sadly, there had been a mishap somewhere in the path from Nat having them served and them getting to you. You took the liquid in one gulp. “Woah, that ehm... You sure it was vodka?”

“Definitely,” she shrugged.

“Ok,” was your only answer. By then, Wanda had come and sat beside you an James with a bottle of wine. A server brought some glasses and she started serving one for everyone.

“I uh... I don’t think I should drink much more...” you said as she handed you a glass.

“Don’t be silly (Y/N), you’ve only had one shot,” she said taking a sip of her own glass.

You grabbed the glass and took a very small sip before leaving it in the table again. You knew you’d only taken one shot but you were starting to feel as if it had been 4, or more.

Thor arrived you your little gathering sometime after and sat alongside all of you, by then people had already started to leave the party.

“Hey, Thor, your stuff wasn’t as hard this time,” said Buck as he took a sip of wine.

“What are you talking about? The Captain had to stop drinking after his first glass, he said it was harder than normal.”

“I’m not quite feeling it, felt like regular alcohol.”

That’s when Nat noticed how off you were acting, too quiet, almost as if trying not to move, like a drunk person trying to play sober. “O der’mo,” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s wrong?” Asked Bruce who sat next to her.

“It’s just that, I might have given (Y/N) the mead and Bucky the vodka.”

By then you had already grabbed the empty bottle of wine, “Hey, look Bucky,” you said calling for his attention and pointing at the tag “It says you can’t drink if you’re pregnant, and also if you’re a car,” you giggled at your own joke, wondering if it would have been as funny if you had been sober.

“You definitely did,” whispered Bruce after seeing that exchange.

Meanwhile, you were determined in not showing that you were drunk, not after just one shot, and attempted to stand up, in an attempt to go for some water and perhaps eat something that would help sober you up enough to act decently, but as you tried to get up you feel right back on Bucky’s lap. “Sorry,” you mumbled, “must have tripped with the rug.”

Nat decided to speak up then “I think I know what happened,” by then the talk had already drifted to a different subject, so she realized she’d have to explain again “yeah, regarding the mead, I think (Y/N) might have accidentally drank it, instead of Barnes.”

“So That’s! Why I’m so happy,” you exclaimed in a very childish manner. Which just served as a way to confirm Nat’s hypothesis. “I should really go to bed.” You mumbled after, trying to get up again, Bucky was fast this time around and he helped you steady with his hands.

“I’d better take her.”

Everyone waved goodbye at the two of you and he walked to the elevator with you, once the door closed you were the first one to speak, “Hey Buck, did you really kiss me earlier or was I hallucinating?”

He was taken by surprise, he’d never seen you drunk before but he wasn’t expecting that “It wasn’t a hallucination.”

“Ufff... that’s great, I thought my crush on you was already making me crazy,” you replied causally.

“Your what?” He asked then, a pinch of hope in his heart.

“Well you know, that my brain had already gone cou-cou from liking you for so long.”

He smiled, he would have never thought he’d be thankful that you’d accidentally got drunk, he only wondered if you’d remember your love declaration the next day.

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littlekinng · 4 years ago

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i’d love to see your thoughts on all of these but maybe 🤍, 🟥, 🟦?

(anon i assume u meant all of these for the Revengers?? that’s totally fine i just want to make sure i’m delivering okay lmao. also i tend to ramble so i’m gonna post these three separately, if that’s okay!)

🤍 cute headcanon:

Val -- Val loves games, and spends a lot of time trying to coerce the other Revengers into engaging in a card or puzzle game (or, after they settle in on Midgard and Bruce introduces them to board games, that) with her. she’s super clever and has a keen eye for counting and gambling, and is therefore a formidable opponent. however, she’s also wickedly competitive, which is; a) somewhat exasperating for Bruce, or b) sets off Thor and Loki’s own competitive natures, which often ends in a shouting match (Thor) or an attempted stabbing (Loki). however, nobody seems to mind the outcome, and therefore Val is almost always successful in finding an opponent (or group of opponents) for a game, and doesn’t do a very good job at hiding her glee at the fact that she actually has someone (or a group of someones) to actually play against, now

Bruce -- Bruce really loves kids and, unsurprisingly, is really great with them. he has a naturally soothing nature, when his temper is docile, and isn’t easily frustrated by childhood antics. not a week into the time on the Statesman, Bruce could be found with at least one Asgardian child trailing after him and pestering him with questions. a month, and he’d have at least three young visitors a day at his makeshift “lab”, watching him work with wide eyes and a look of adoration. by the second month, Bruce somehow finds himself the instigator of a sort of informal story circle in the makeshift throne room, a number of young Asgardian’s scattered around him as he sits and regales a variety of stories (mainly, he simply selects a Midgardian movie to run through the plot of), to everyone’s delight.

(unsurprisingly, when Thor can spare the time, he can be found leaning against a nearby wall listening to the tale, a small grin on his face as he watches the proceedings with a feeling of warm contentment spreading through his chest at the sight).

Thor -- Thor loves to sing. he’s not great at it (read: pretty terrible), but that doesn’t stop him from doing so often. if he’s in a good mood, Thor can be found whistling or humming his way through the day. during feasts or parties, and following a few tankards of ale, Thor will break out into full song with a large grin on his face and a healthy flush on his cheeks. Val rolls her eyes at the antics, but, after a few drinks of her own, she can often be found joining in enthusiastically on a few of the more traditional Asgardian drinking songs. typically, Bruce grimaces at the sound, and Loki rolls his eyes with a force that rivals Val’s own, though neither make an effort to stop them.

(it would be a bit hypocritical, after all, for Loki to complain, as he cannot deny the sort of warm comfort and familiarity he feels at the sound of Thor’s poor attempt at carrying a tune). (a fact that, largely in part, is the result of Thor crooning soft lullabies to Loki, in order to soothe his more severe nightmares on the Statesman. not that Loki would ever bring it up, after -- especially given the fact that he has never been successful in finding anything that comforts him similarly to Thor’s low voice, humming or whispering the long forgotten lyrics of the lullabies Frigga used to sing to them on Asgard).

Loki -- Loki has a significant talent for gardening, and enjoys the activity immensely. when he was a young child on Asgard, he could often be found toddling after Frigga into her gardens and watching her tend to the plants and flowers with wide eyes, his gaze absolutely enraptured. it wasn’t long, however, until Loki began to be teased about the hobby, and he was quick to halt his trips into the gardens altogether, unless it was long after nightfall when he was certain that Thor’s friends would not be there to see and mock him. in his young adulthood, Loki would often break away from a feast or party in order to visit the gardens and simply breathe in the silence, for a while. if the feast were celebrate the triumph of another battle, Loki would find that being around the plants would soothe his battle jangled nerves, and he more often than not would end up tending to a few of the trees or flowers with his seidr.

(while posing as Odin, Loki had attempted to walk Frigga’s gardens, just once, and found that he could not remain longer than a few minutes without feeling a myriad of emotions bubbling within his chest and threatening to overwhelm him. he did not attempt to return, though the gardens were one of the first things he thought of and mourned, following the destruction of Asgard itself). (it isn’t until they settle into New Asgard that Loki attempts gardening again, though he is somewhat surprised when both Val and Thor encourage him to assist in the construction of the gardens in the village. however, after a few months, Loki finds himself thoroughly enraptured by the upkeep of the gardens, and spends at least an hour a day tending to the plants, or simply sitting amidst the trees and allowing himself to breathe deeply for the first time in what feels like years).

(send me a headcanon prompt!)

#this was supposed to be cute but got kinda angsty i am so sorry !!#thank u anon !#i reply #anonymous #long post #i'll post the other two separately !#the revengers #character meme #headcanon

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miss-choco-chips · 5 years ago

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Good influence, bad influence.

Tim is one of those, and he gets the other one. Guess which is which. Ft a murder kitten, two oblivious birds, a divorce-preventing baby and a murderous mother.

(Thanks to @the-quiet-carrotcake who helped me think this through on chat and gave me ideas (THANKS BABE), and tagging @animemangasoul because they understand my need to ALWAYS include Kon when writting about Tim.

This sat on my wips for so long now, so I’m not even proofreading it. Just take it away, please)

-----.-----

-Are you sure I can’t just stab her?

-Really sure.

-How much?

-Like, 100% sure.

-You told me once it’s impossible to ever/

-...be 100% sure of something, I know. Which is how you know I mean it now.

Damian puffed his cheeks. Tim was sure that, in his mind’s eye, he looked dignifiedly annoyed. In reality, it was adorable. But since Damian currently held his right hand hostage, and was probably holding onto his dagger inside his pocket with the other one, he didn’t want to risk pointing it out. He just tugged him away, swimming through the masses, as Damian had called them upon entering the ballroom.

-But why not?

It was as close to a whine a sound as the kid could make, which upped his adorable factor another notch.

-You’d get blood on your suit, for one. And then, my mom would kill you.

A little shudder at the mention of Janet Drake, though the kid composed himself quickly- I wouldn’t let a single drop fall on me, cousin. I’m not an amateur.

Since Damian would have used another, more offensive word not so long ago, Tim ignored the pointed look he got when he said ‘amateur’. Also, the use of modern slang was something he was painstakingly drilling into him, so he was quiet proud when it bore fruits.

-Also, you’d draw attention to ourselves. And that woman didn’t even do anything worthy of such a reaction.

-She dared touch me! Treated me like, like… like a kid!

Pointing out that he, in fact, was one wouldn’t go well, so Tim’s mind offered an alternative route.

-You don’t know? -he blurted out, feigning surprise. Damian looked up at him, eyes squinting suspiciously, and there, very well hidden (but not enough he didn’t notice) a little hesitancy.

-Know what?

Tim let go of the little, calloused hand, and placed both of his on the slimmer shoulders, bending down a bit to be face to face with his charge for the night. The blond wig and round glasses weren’t enough to hide Damian’s almost aristocratic features, but they sure managed to misdirect someone about his bloodline. No one would be able to tell he was Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul’s son, which was kinda the idea.

It had been a chore, to put the disguise in the proud boy, but Tim had been the one to achieve it when he dressed it as a training exercise: they had to make it through the party without its host, Mr Wayne, recognizing him.

Easy peasy, or so he had told mother when he assured her she could go make business with aunt Nicole and leave them be. He hadn’t calculated… well, other people.

-About Mrs Stingdom’s homeland.

Damian was too dignified to look over his shoulder at the lady in question, but Tim could see he wanted to.

-She’s a gothamite -he pointed out, because as Tim had suggested, he did his homework about who was attending to the party. A bit, at least. The story of so many boring socialites was too much to bear.

-She married a gothamite -he explained, doing his best to look stern about Damian’s apparent misinformation-. She’s actually from another land, which is why she pinched your checks. In her culture, it’s a sign of utmost respect towards people under ten years old who are still considered to be superiors, despite their age.

It sounded far fetched, even to his own ears, but he was playing into Damian’s social incompetency and his arrogance at believing himself above all others, which is why the kid nodded slowly after a few seconds, eating the whole lie in one bite.

His bespectacled eyes bore into his, brows furrowed. His hands went to Tim’s, still on his shoulders, a little unsure.

-Should I expect more of this… cultural difference? So I won’t be underprepared, should anyone else wish to pay me their respects in a new manner?

Sensing a chance to prevent a future stabbing, Tim was quick to nod. Mom was going to be so proud!

----.----

A little later that night, a new issue arose. Since Tim was pretty busy handling the seven year old, he had to forgo his usual Wayne-party routine, which was basically to find one of the sons and hide with them for the rest of the night.

Of course, neurotic bastards like them wouldn’t take a change in routine go like that. Because Bruce has instilled paranoia and curiosity on them like Alfred did with manners, and sadly, the last one’s teachings rarely showed up.

-Timmy! Here you are. I was worried, since you never approached us. Aww, who’s this kid? You made a friend?

He groaned internally. Dick, and behind him he could spot Jason, eyebrow arched at the novelty of Tim not looking for them immediately. He wanted to, thrived in the chance to spend even a few minutes with his idols, but duty calls, and his mind didn’t like the possibles outcomes would Damian and the Waynes meet.

-Hey, Dick… Jay. Good evening -he smiled politely, hand clutching tighter Damian’s. Don’t notice, don’t notice, please don’t notice.

To his immense relief, none of them seemed to find anything noteworthy in Damian’s face, which… was also kinda disappointing, despite him wishing for it. Like, yeah, the wig and glasses were good misdirect, but really? He would have noticed the similarities with Bruce despite them, and those two were supposedly detectives…

-Stop being so formal, kid -grumbled Jason, big hand making a mess of Tim’s styled hair. He would have complained, but… Jason’s voice and hand, okay? He was a weak teenager. Don’t judge him- Know ya since y’were half that heigh, and lighter than my jacket.

Tim’s hormones ignored the comment on him being small, and focused on the mental image of the mentioned jacket, most likely leather and well worn.

…This was so not the time for fantasizing.

A tiny, calloused hand slapped Jason’s away, which promptly changed the mood.

-Don’t touch my cousin, you/

But Tim had prepared for this outcome, so his own hand rose just as quickly to cover Damian’s mouth.

At the word ‘cousin’, both heroes looked very interested. Tim was under no delusions, well aware Bruce and each of his adopted children had made their own background checks on him and his entire family, so they would know Damian’s claim to familiarity to be a lie, but they also couldn't really call them out on it without making it obvious they investigated him.

His head was already hurting for all the social maneuvering he had to do to keep out of trouble, and now, adding two concerned birds and one murderous kitten, it was even worse.

This was going to be a very, very long night. But both mom and Nicole had asked him, so he wouldn’t try to get out of being a (as) good (as possible) role model.

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Tim winced, muscles locking in a poor attempt at not showing it. From the look Conner gave him, at the other side of the room where he was being chewed out by Lex, he failed miserably at hiding his pain; which, in turn, enraged his mom even more.

-What. Did. You. DO?!

The hand not currently held by his mother went to his ear, protecting it from the almost demonic screech. He could see Auntie Nicole doing the same, sitting with Damian on the couch, sharing tea and cookies as they watched the whole show. The nine year old showed a surprising amount of sympathy towards Tim’s injuries, for someone who had been harshly trained since birth and had recently begun a career as vigilante (not that Tim was supposed to know about it, though). Or was it pity because of mom’s rage?

-You told me no tights and spandex! Never said anything about a mask and a hoodie, and Conner and the guys really needed my help with strategizing -he defended himself, because even if he shouldn't know about the waynes being heroes, he had been Conner’s friend since he found and subsequently freed him from Lex’s secret lab, which in turn warranted mom’s rule against heroing that he had just broke-. And don’t yell at me, I can hear you perfectly fine.

-I’M NOT YELLING! -she lied, tightening the bandage, scowl growing in power-, AND MASKS WERE IMPLIED AS A NO! Also, what are those if not thighs?

-Skinny jeans!

-They are indecent, that’s what they are!

On the other side of the room, Kon seemed to be having a less exhausting time than Tim. Lucky bastard, Luthor had less experience in parenthood, hadn’t yet reached the Scolding Mastery level.

-Hey! Auntie Nicole dresses like that -he points to the woman, who raises an eyebrow- and you don’t tell her anything! Look at her cleavage, you can almost see her bellybutton!

-Leave me out of this -asked the woman, taking the teapot to refill Damian’s cup; he, in turn, handed her the cookies platter.

Ignoring her best friend, Janet snapped again- NICOLE ISN’T MY STUPID FOURTEEN YEAR OLD SON, WHO IS NEVER SEEING THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!

-What light of day? This is Gotham, we don’t have sunlight anyway. And I’m not stupid, my IQ is higher than everyone’s in this room.

-IT SURELY LOOKS LIKE YOU ARE FROM WHERE I’M STANDING, HERE, RE-BANDAGING YOUR ARM!

Tim sighed, locking eyes with Conner in solidarity; or he wanted to, but the smug bastard’s scolding was over and he and Luthor had joined the Al Ghuls in their tea party.

-Come on, mom. This’ but a scratch.

-YOU GOT SEVEN STITCHES!!!! I can’t believe this.

She barely got her son out of vigilantism by monitoring his Wayne-Interaction and threats of boarding school and then he went and befriended a group of teen heroes and threw all her hard work straight to the trash. No, he skipped that part, he went directly to the dumpster and burried her good intentions under a pile of shit.

But really, she couldn’t very well make him entirely responsible of this, not when he got carried away by Conner’s ‘do the right thing’ speech. And Conner had came into their lives because of…

In blind rage, she finished her patch job on her son’s arm and turned in a flash to face Lex, whose face went quickly from amused to scared.

-WHY DID YOU THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE A KID WITH SUPERMAN?

Sensing she was done with him, Tim went to sit by Kon, who moved a bit on his individual couch so they could share it, though it was a very tight fit.

-Clone -he corrected helpfully, TTK bringing Tim his coffee cup closer.

-Did I stutter? And I wasn’t talking to you, was I?

Nicole seemed like she was having the time of her life right now- So hey, listen, between you and LITERAL SUPERMAN, who was the one on the receiving end when you pictured yourself having a kid with him? Like, who was getting it? Because, pal, odds aren’t in your favor, you know.

-Don’t be stupid, dear -huffed Janet, looking at her friend’s green eyes and calming don infinitesimally- If he was actually getting it, he wouldn't have resorted to having his kid to get his attention.

-IT’S A CLONE, AND I ABSOLUTELY DIDN’T MAKE HIM TO GET THAT ALIEN’S ATTENTION! He’s my enemy, not my lover, what is wrong with you people.

-Am I a divorce-preventing baby? -asked Kon to Tim, raising an eyebrow. The other kid just shrugged.

-Looks like it. Not like Uncle Lex had any other way to keep Superman from leaving him…

-I’m right here.

-I know, Uncle Lex. I love you, but you need to rethink your choices. If the man wants to go, let him go. Kon doesn’t need any brothers. I can’t deal with more of him, one is more than enough.

#Janet Drake au #janet drake is a good mom #Tim Drake #janet drake #Nicole Al Ghul (oc)#Damian Wayne #conner kent #lex luthor #dick grayson #Jason Todd #Janet is close to having a panic attack #or yknow #murdering lex for making this happen #lex just wanted a weapon against superman NOT a divorce-preventive baby #pre Janet/nicole #tim isn't a hero but he's friends with a few so sometiems he helps #THEY ARE STUPID MOM THEY'D DIE WITHOUT MY HELP I 'HAD' TO HELP THEM

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bodyswapmischief · 5 years ago

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Tales of the Sculptor II: A Hero’s Call

Like, I said before. I never wanted to be special. I was okay being average. It was safe, in the middle. So, after Bruce, I didn't use my powers again, for along time. Although it ended well for Bruce, I felt it was wrong to interfere with someone else's life. In addition, the personality change I witnessed on Bruce scared me. It seemed unpredictable. If the wrong aspect of a person's personality changed, it could be dangerous. And, all these were factors for why I didn't even consider using my powers on myself.

I know it sounds strange to have these powers, and not even use them. Especially to try and better my own life. But, the truth is I didn't want to. I liked being average. I liked being normal. So, it was easy to bury these powers deep inside me. I reached a points where I didn't even know if I had them anymore, and I didn't care. The incident with Bruce, became just that. A one time fluke of the laws of physics.

And, I continued to live my life. After taking a whole year to work, I realized I was going to be stuck living a life I hated. So going to college was my next step. I still didn't know what I wanted in life, but I was hoping that the college atmosphere could give me some perspective. Luckily, I got in to my top pick. It was far from home and offered freedom to find myself. It is also where I met Brandon.

I remember my parents leaving after helping me get settled in to my dorm. They stayed for most of the day, but it started getting late. So, I sat there all alone and confused, the bed next to me was empty. (Wasn't I supposed to have a roommate)

The next morning, I woke up and decided to explore around school. I partook in some welcoming events and looked at some clubs that set up tables. It was some time in the afternoon, when I decided I should go back to my dorm. I was surprised to see the door slightly opened and even more surprised to see a shirtless man.

And, boy what a man he was. I would later find out he was a year younger than me, but his body screamed maturity with his packed on muscles and physically powerful development. I walked in as his toned back was facing me. He was busy unpacking things onto his bed. I closed the door and the sound it made caught his attention. "Oh, shit you scared me." He said with a friendly tone. I just stood there. I began to notice he was wet. His hair was soaked and his body glistened as light hit the beads of water on his body. He had wash board abs, strong pecs, and powerful arms. He came closer to me. His moist body making this moment even more erotic.

"So ... you must be my roommate." He said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it in response " Yeah, I guess I am." I awkwardly replied. He recoils his hand and dries it on his pants. "Sorry, I just got back from the shower ... I was in the middle of drying off and getting dressed. Luckily you didn't see me bare ass naked." He laughed. I sympathetically laughed. ( I wish I did see you naked.) I thought.

He put on a shirt and it hugged his muscular body, as our conversation continued. I learned he arrived a day late, because of car trouble. He had an old hand-me-down car. He came from a poor family and had to drive himself up here, by himself, because his parents couldn't afford to take time off from work. Although it was painfully obvious, I also learned he was a jock at his high school.

I became worried, because my past experience with jocks wasn't so great. But, the more we talked; the more I saw how different he was. He wasn't an asshole like jocks I met before. He was a good, kind, and humble guy. Although he was a jock in high school, Brandon knew that sports wouldn't be his future. Instead he went to college for a business. The more we talked; the more we realized we clicked with each other. And, our conversation moved to more personal matters.

I talked about how I was bullied. He told me stories about how he protected people from being bullied. It stemmed from being bullied about being poor, at young age. As he aged, he was blessed with good looks and a strong body. He used what he got to join his football team, freshman year, and from there he gained popularity and respect from his peers. But, he never forgot about the little guy, and stood up for those in need.

At our college, he quickly became Mr. Popular. He got invited to parties and always invited me. I got to see him in action. He liked including everyone, no matter who they were or how they looked. He stood up to assholes at the parties. People loved him and respected him. In my eyes he was my ideal version of a super hero. I was developing a bad crush on him. What made it worst was that he was straight and quickly got a girlfriend, in his first year at college.

Our first year of college went by and it was great. Thanks to Brandon, my life was more social. I made friends and started coming out of my shell. For Brandon, it was going great. He was still the top man on campus and his grades were great. But, he was hit hard by the freshman 15, or more like the freshman 30, in his case. The partying, studying, beer and jockish eating habits started adding fat on his body. His belly started sticking out. His muscle became less defined. Don't get me wrong he was still hot. He had an average beefy frat bro build going on. He was still the life of the party. His relationship with his girlfriend was going strong. But, his stomach didn’t stop expanding.

Moving into our third year of college, nothing changed. Nothing, except ... Brandon's weight. By this point he stopped working out and all his muscle was gone. Only fat remained. Brandon didn't come from a wealthy family, so he couldn't just afford a new wardrobe. So, he just bought a few bigger pairs of pants. Now without his muscles, his chest and arms were smaller. This allowed his shirts to still fit comfortably on his expanding body. He quickly got the nickname "keg" because of how big he was getting and how much he could drink. He was starting to lose the respect of those around him. Before no one would dare make fun of him, but now fat jokes were becoming a common occurrence for him. But, he played and laughed along.

It was our last year off college and Brandon was completely unrecognizable. I learned he gained 130 pounds, since the start of college. And it showed. His new size 46 pants barely were able to button. His old size 2xl shirts were now skin tight. They hugged his ball belly and perfectly outlined his pair of fat tits. You could tell he should had moved to 3xl shirts by now, as his shirts constantly rode up his stomach. In order to help prevent this he started tucking in his shirts, which made his already hard to miss stomach even more noticeable. He was too stubborn to buy new clothes. He had the mind set that if it still fit he would wear it. He also always said he was planning on losing weight, so buying bigger clothes would just be a waste.

Now he was the main attraction at parties. People would always come to him and dare him to eat or drink something. People liked bringing up how fit and hot he used to be. They'd make fun of how out of shape he was. They'd warn each other to watch out or they would get as fat as the Hog, which was Brandon's new nick name. Everyone loved teasing him by slapping his belly, scoping his boobs and watching his rolls jiggle. A lot of guys would even stuff beach balls in their shirt and pretend to be him. You could tell Brandon was becoming bothered by all the jokes. But, now there was no stopping it.

One day, I hear him yell "Fuck!" I rushed to see what's up. Brandon was stuffed into a too small suit. The buttons on his dress shirt were straining. His dress pants weren't even close to getting over his thick thighs. He turned to face me and the buttons on his shirt popped off. Releasing his caged stomach in a tidal wave of jiggling flesh. His checks turn red. "I was hoping to wear this for my 3 year anniversary with Becca. This fit me last year for that business internship."

"Why don't you ask Tom for some clothes to borrow." I said trying to help. Tom was a 5th year college student. He lived in the same dorm complex, as us. He was the fattest guy we knew and had always been that way. He was nerdy and hung out with a different crowd, and he always seemed nice. "No, I can't just ask Tom, that's weird. And his clothes are probably to big. I don't want to look baggy and sloppy on this important night." Alex complained"Well it doesn't hurt to try." I said.

Brandon sighed and agreed. He got dressed and we went to see Tom. We explained the situation and he agreed. Tom pulled out a suit and Brandon put it on. To both mine and Brandon's surprise, it was a struggle to get it on. It fit, but was still tight. "Do you have anything bigger maybe something newer." Brandon asked. "No ... sorry. I just bought that yesterday for my new job." He explained. I could see Brandon's face, as his heart sank.

"Oh ... okay. Well this will have to do." Brandon said quickly. Tom nodded allowing us to take the suit and we left. On the way back Brandon said "What the fuck! I'm fatter than Tom. Have I been that blind to how big I have gotten." He let out, as I remained silent. He was to busy battling his thoughts to care. I know, I'm not one to talk, but it was true. (Brandon got really fat) I thought to myself. (It probably hasn't been since sophomore year since I have found him attractive.) Once we got back, I quickly left, because time was getting close for Becca to arrive.

I spent my time at a party and decided to head back at 2 am. I walked back to our apartment and saw Brandon shirtless, on the couch, looking at T.V. His boobs out in full display and his fat belly extended to it's full size. It took me some time to realize he was wearing some underwear. He was also surrounded by empty boxes of pizza, beer cans, and a melting tubs of ice cream. He turned to me. His eyes were red with beer and tears.

"She broke up with me, man. She said I was getting too fat. I am not attractive to her anymore. Apparently we haven't been having sex, because my fat ass was crushing her. I told her I would change. I told her I would lose weight. I kept begging her. That's when she told me she been fucking Mike. She has been cheating on me with that asshole. Why him out of anyone?" He let out in burst of rage, sadness and desperation.

Mike was the person who picked on Brandon the most. He gave Brandon the nickname Hog. And, liked making sure Brandon knew how fat and disgusting he was. He also like rubbing his fit athletic body in Brandon's face, trying to remind Brandon about how hot he use to be and how much he let himself go. I moved closer to sit next to Brandon.

"I'm a fat fucking hog. I'm fucking bigger than fat-ass John. I'm the laughing stock of my friends. They probably all knew Mike was fuckin’ my girl. I can't run, anymore. I struggle getting my shoes on. I get out of breathe just by walking out of this building, let alone going up and down the stairs. Apparently, I been crushing my girlfriend trying to get my deeply buried penis in her, to have sex." He yelled and tossed empty pizza boxes across the room."I didn't know you felt like this ... you never said anything thing. You seemed happy." I let out.

"Yeah, I was ... Or maybe I was lying to myself. Maybe I always knew what I know now ... I was such a fool. But, being with Becca helped blind me to the truth. But now that's gone. My life is over. I damaged my body beyond repair. People will always see this before getting to know me." He said pick up his big belly and shaking it. Sending waves of fat throughout his.body. " I will always be the fat disgusting joke. The fat slob that did this to himself. And, I did. I did it to myself. Your lucky. You have stayed the same throughout these years. I would literally kill if it meant I could be skinny like you."

Everything he was saying was hitting me right in the heart. I felt sad for him. The hot jock I once knew sat defeated, now in a body he saw as a prison of fat. When we met I was the fat one and now he called me skinny. He was always good to me and others. Before he was the butt of the joke, he would help the voiceless. But, nobody was there to help him when he was getting mocked. Hesitantly I said, "I have something that could help."

"What are you talking about?" Brandon asked. I was worried because I never tried it again after the first experience."I can make you skinny, right now." I said "Fuck you" he said, "I opened up to you and now you are making fun of me. I never thought you would be like the rest. I'm fat not a fucking idiot." "No ... I'm serious. I can help. But you have to agree. I want you to be okay with it" I pleaded

He looked at me with drunk eyes and sighed "okay ..okay I got nothing to lose. Either you actually do it or I find out your an asshole like the rest.""Okay but before I do it ... I should tell you..." I try to explain. "No just stop and do it. I don't care. If you can make me fit again, I can deal with the consequences. I DON'T want to hear it." He said aggressively and with a little hope starting to form in his voice.

We both became quite. And I just examined his body. Trying to get the feel for my powers again. Trying to find a good place to start. I moved my hand to his fat filled boobs. He shook a little. I started messaging them. I could tell he felt awkward. His face started to become red in embarrassment. Tears formed in his eyes as he felt betrayed. But, he doesn't stop me.

I started to feel bad for putting him in this situation. (He must think I’m an asshole/creep for putting him into this situation. Maybe I didn’t have my powers anymore.) I could feel him starting to pull away, from me. In that moment I wanted nothing more but to help him and apologize. And, with that, my hands started to warm-up. I could feel energy rushing out of my body and he started to moan. His breast felt like clay in my hands. His moans become more intense, as the fat started dissolving. I kept rubbing his chest down. Once his breast got small enough, I began to form them into pecs. They started becoming rock hard, as if chiseled by a Greek god. I worked on rubbing the rest of his body. Each new body part filled Brandon with Ecstasy. I shrunk his belly and give him rock hard abs. I pumped up his arms and legs with muscle. I gave him a nice juicy ass and tone back. Like a sculpture, I begin to chisel fine details into his body. Getting as close to the first time I met him.

I saw his body pulsating and growing more muscular by the second. He continued to moan in pleasure, as he reaches for my hand. He slowly guided it over his muscular chest and rock hard abs. Finally he stopped at his crotch. And, I could feel what he wanted me to see. His fat pad was still there, drowning his dick in lard. I was hesitant to remove his underwear. But, between the moans and flexing he nodded. I removed his underwear and pushed his fat-pad back. Shrinking it, I revealed his hard 6 inch dick. I start messaging his dick and start stretching it. Slowly I extended it to 7 ... 8 ... stopping at 9 inches. I also rubbed his balls making sure they stayed proportionate to his now larger dick. Finally everything stopped changing as Brandon let loose in one big orgasm, Jizz fountain-ed out of his dick and on to his body, bed, and my hands. With that I was finished, and began to worry what changed inside Brandon's mind.

He reclined on the bed and put his arms behind his head. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Damn your good." He said. "Fuck I can't believe you did it. This fucking got me in the mood for some action." "Well the party might still be going on ... get some chicks ... show off your body." I replied. Still concerned. Did I turn him into a sex addict or is this a normal response?

"Why would I want to fuck a chick. Your the one that gave me this body. And, since I like guys ... I thought you'd deserve the first test drive." He said flirtatiously. My heart raced fast "Oh no! I turned you gay." I let out. Brandon laughed "what's wrong with that. I know you always wanted some of this. Since the first day, I met you, I knew you were gay and had a crush on me. I’m actually surprised you never came out to me. I want to pay you back for what you just did. I mean this will be a one time thing, because we are friends and I don't want to ruin that. But, come on and get it while the offer still stands"

I stood there motionless, as he began making out with me. He didn't seem disturbed by turning gay. And, he is happy. So, I let up and started feeling his rock hard body. He started pushing my head lower. I licked his neck. Then his chest. I made my way through his abs. He stopped at his dick and I began sucking. We fell onto the bed as he moaned. I started rubbing my own cock and I sucked his. He turned me over and shoved his 9 inch cock into me. I scream out in pain. But, it quickly turned into pleasure, as he skillfully moved his now larger cock inside my ass. As I braced myself on the bed, Brandon moved his hand along my body. He reached for my cock and started to jack me off, as he pumped my ass with his seed.

We both released, as his cum shot-up my ass. And my cum shot onto the bed. We both collapse on the bed, breathing heavy. "Damn, it's actually been a couple months since I had sex." Brandon said in between breaths. "Well this was my second time having sex, and first time as a bottom." I replied. And we both laughed.

The rest of our college lives were fun, but afterwards we naturally went our own ways. I heard he did started up a successful business and began helping his family. But he did teach me a lesson. I had these powers for a reason. Just like Brandon, I was a hero. I could help those who were struggling and give them a chance at a better life. I have heard my Hero’s Call and decided to answer my destiny. So, after getting somethings together, I left my old life. I cut ties to my parents and friends. If I was going to do this, I had to be completely free. i never stayed anywhere to long.and left soon after helping someone. I never asked for award, but some of these people donated to the cause. I never took more than what I needed.

My first few years were great, but eventually I would learn how magical and complicated the world really was.

#male #body #swap #mischief #transformation #tf #stories #weight #gain #muscle #loss #growth #TotS-Series #One Life Series

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bigskydreaming · 5 years ago

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Imagine that Dick and Jason liiiiiive to synchronize their Let’s Be Shits schedules just in time for any posh gala the Wayne children are expected to attend.

Some Douchebag is like “So, Richard. What is it you do, these days?”

And Dick just plasters on the most vacuous smile in existence, like the kind that could only be engineered in a lab by combining Brucie with a Colgate commercial for sparkling teeth, special effects included.

And he’s like, “Oh, I’m an instagram model and social influencer.”

And then Jason appears out of nowhere, swaying on his feet and throwing an arm around Dick’s shoulder as if to support himself, hiccuping a little and splashing some of his wine over the edge of his glass (its apple juice, of course).

“So am I,” he says, punctuating with another hiccup. “But only like. Ironically.”

Dick leans in towards the Douchebag as if to confide a secret, as the latter tries to lean away whilst still figuring out what expression his face wants to produce.

“He keeps saying that like it means something, but I’m not sure it does. I think he saw it on a youtube video and just started copying it. That’s not copyright infringement right? Bruce’ll probably be pissed if he has to pay out another lawsuit for copyright stuff after I just got in trouble for trying to sell tickets to my band’s show without getting permission to use all the songs we did. Like, how was I supposed to know you needed permission to sing songs? Isn’t this, like. America?”

The Douchebag starts stammering and attempting to edge gracefully away - hell, he’ll settle for not gracefully, he really was never even looking for an answer in the first place, just a soundbite he could reenact for his snobby friends later. This was more than he was actually prepared for.

Jason meanwhile surges forward and grabs a hold of Douchebag’s suited arm, acting like he still needs the support.

“Hey. It does so mean something, and I came up with it on my own, I didn’t steal shit. If I was going to steal stuff, I’d go for the silver, not words, how dumb do you think I am? He’s always doing this,” he complains to the Douchebag.

“Just because I didn’t start school until the sixth grade and had to bribe our little brother to take all my tests for me, he acts like I don’t even know what words mean. But he’s the one who only passed his senior year of high school by getting Playgirl to do a photoshoot of him when he turned eighteen just before finals, and then most of his teachers just made sure he passed so they wouldn’t feel pervy because they’d gone gaga over his photos and then he got held back a year and they had to see him every day and feel sketchy.”

Dick spreads his arms wide as if an extremely self-explanatory point has just been made.

“Hello? Is that, or is that not, a display of genius?”

“Really, I do have to be going, I think I see my old business partner waving at me from over there - “ the Douchebag says somewhat desperately.

“Dammit Jay, look what you did.” Dick wails dramatically. He even stomps a foot for good measure. Jason’s struggling not to laugh. “You’re embarrassing us in front of one of Bruce’s guests. Now he thinks we’re low class and its going to be all over the news and this is gonna be the last straw and Bruce’ll get fed up and say we can never go to these things again and its going to be all your fault and none of this would ever happen if you weren’t always like. Ugh. What’s the word.”

The Douchebag is hastily assuring them he doesn’t think they’re embarrassing or low class and he’s not going to tell anyone otherwise, while still trying to pry his jacket sleeve loose from Jason’s iron grip. Jason meanwhile appears oblivious to anything the Douchebag says or does, as he fixates on his brother and starts waving his own arms around dramatically....which sends Douchebag stumbling in the process, all without either brother seeming to notice.

“Well I’m sure I can’t help you, since I don’t know words so good,” Jason hisses equally dramatically. “I’m just a fucking dumbass from the Narrows, isn’t that right. I’m not some fancy circus boy like you were, all I had to practice reading on as a kid was my rap sheet.”

He moves to fling his arms over his head in exasperation, and tears the Douchebag’s suit sleeve with a resounding ripping noise in the process. Douchebag stares at the remains of the jacket that cost several thousand dollars that he doesn’t have, because he’s a pompous jackass who lives beyond his means in an attempt to fund his social ladder climbing expeditions.

“Now look what you did,” Dick cries, flinging his head back as if in total despair, the black locks of his hair flying from side to side in theatrical disarray. “Do you even know how much that poor man’s suit must have cost him? Probably more than my parents’ trailer, I’ll bet you that much.”

“Really, its quite alright,” the Douchebag tries to insist through clenched teeth. It wasn’t, in his eyes, not by a long shot, but he forced himself to remember that for whatever reasons, these two...peasants were still Bruce Wayne’s chosen wards....or well, worse yet...adopted sons. God, but that man’s abyssmal IQ was an absolute plague on Gotham’s high society. “It could have happened to anyone.”

“No, please, don’t try and cover for him, he’ll never learn that way. You must let us pay for the damage, Bruce will just take it out of his allowance, it’ll be fine,” Dick says, patting at the man’s arm feverishly as if he can smooth out the gaping hole left by the flap now hanging limply down the man’s sleeve.

“Oh, I’ll never learn? How about you, destroying Bruce’s grandmother’s antique china at the birthday party you tried to throw for Damian after Bruce specifically asked you not to try and play host anymore?” Jason gets in his brother’s face, liquid sloshing over the side of his erratically swinging glass and in the process splashing all over the back of the Douchebag’s neck.

“I was trying to actually do something nice for someone else, not that you’d know anything about that,” Dick hisses obnoxiously loudly. “How was I supposed to know you weren’t supposed to use steak knives to cut up food on china? Its not like plates come with instruction manuals!”

“Not like you’d know how to read them if they did!”

“Have you never heard of Youtube tutorials?”

“Have you never heard of shut the fuck up, you absolute dillhole?”

“Would both of you stop it? You’re causing a scene!” The two’s younger brother Timothy arrived on the scene, smoothly sliding between them and the ecstatically grateful Douchebag, who backpeddles out of the way at the first available opportunity. Tim throws him an apologetic glance, but the Douchebag barely notes it as he furiously makes for the side entrance as fast as he can, with the less people seeing his disheveled state the better.

So much for the networking he had planned on doing the rest of the night. He firmly vowed to steer far clear of the eldest two Wayne buffoons at all future events Brucie insisted on inflicting the oafs on the rest of them.

All of which of course means he completely missed the way the brothers’ dramatics hushed into heated whispers upon Tim’s arrival, or the high five Dick and Jason slipped each other discreetly.

“Let’s see Brucie top that,” Jason says smugly.

“Oh god. You’ve finally done it. You’ve turned a charity event into a war games scenario.”

“Oh please. All of that money goes straight into the board of directors’ pockets,” Dick says dismissively. “The only actual money being raised for charity tonight is from the jewelry Selina’s liberating from the guests. And Damian and Cass already called dibs on helping her with that, and Duke’s already doing the scorekeeping for when that inevitably turns into a competition, so we were bored. And left alone to our own devices. So really if anyone’s to blame its everyone but us.”

“Sides, this is a time honored tradition for us,” Jason adds with a smirk. “We call it guerilla class warfare. We’re sleeper agents for the working class, see.”

“You’re the reason the Valentinos never show up to any Wayne Enterprise hosted events anymore, aren’t you?” Tim realizes.

“Some of our best work,” Dick reminisces fondly. Their little brother sighs.

“Please at least tell me you never actually posed for Playgirl.”

Dick shrugs. “Oh, they offered, but even when Bruce and I were at our worst, its not like I ever actually wanted to give him a stroke.”

“Continuity error,” Jason points out smugly. “Total amateur move.”

Dick merely arches a brow. “Not when I can simply claim Bruce must have paid to cover it up for the sake of the family image, and was absolutely furious at my besmirching of the good Wayne family name. And wait a second, weren’t you the one who introduced that into the scene in the first place? I just yes and-ed according to the rules of improv, like the professional that I am.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound right,” Jason says, completely unperturbed. Not an ounce of perturbed in sight. He continues on smoothly. “And if Sir Douchely of Douchington actually digs a little deeper and yet can’t seem to find anyone who recalls ever actually seeing this oh so salacious spread?”

Dick’s shit remains unphased.

“I’ll simply flip the script and release the hounds aka Steph, Harper, Cullen and all three dozen of their twitter handles, wondering all over the Gotham social media highways just why someone of his standing is so intent on tracking down the homoerotic depravities of the eldest Wayne heir, given that despite his unjust leapfrogging up the social ladder, he is still ultimately a....commoner.”

“Ah yes,” Jason nods sagely. “And as all Gothamites know well, if you prick us, we doth not bleed blue. Just a terribly pedestrian red.”

“Oh the humanity,” Dick sighs. He joins his younger brother in nodding the slow, steady head-bob of the intellectually validated, their seeming rivalry melting into sibling synchronicity.

Tim eyes them and shakes his head side to side instead.

“You two disturb me.”

Jason shrugs. “Well, that does make sense. Don’t get me wrong, you’re our little brother and we’re terribly fond of you now, Timmers. But when the revolution comes, we will have to turn on you as well.”

“Fair is fair,” Dick hums in agreement. “We can’t play favorites. That’s how you get an upper class in the first place.”

“Yeah I don’t know what to do with this,” Tim sighs and heads off in search of Steph.

“Just FYI, your girlfriend’s Team Proletariat too. She’s got the T-shirt and everything,” Jason calls after him.

Tim swerves in mid-step and redirects himself towards Kate. At least their cousin slash-aunt-slash-nobody’s-bothered-to-parse-the-actual-relation-there could be counted on to be somewhat normal. Her idea of making a scene was to simply start a brawl, and Tim had overheard Bruce specifically elicit a promise from her earlier in the evening that she would throw no punches or kicks or headbutts or judo throws, nor any manner of actual or improvised weaponry.

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ironstrange-is-the-endgame · 6 years ago

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Tony Stark’s secret husband

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It’s not like they wanted to keep the secret, because they didn’t. They never spoke about going public with their wedding, and nobody but for tabloids ever asked either Stark or Stephen about their romantic lives so, again, Tony wouldn’t blame either himself or Stephen for keeping it between the two of them.

It all started shortly after the battle of New York when Tony invited Bruce in Malibu to work on the data they took from the scepter and that they managed to save. “Is it that the Pollock Christie’s sold for ass-million dollars the last week?” Bruce asked him, because, of course, the man noticed the painting in the huge living room. Tony left it momentarily against Stephen’s piano because he still had to look for a place where to hang it, so he didn’t expect for Bruce or anyone who crossed his door not to notice it. “I didn’t know you were into action painting.” “I’m into everything, Brucie,” Tony said, smiling at him while on his way down to the workshop. “And while I prefer Boccioni, I really like Pollock and that’s a present.” Bruce jogged the few stairs that divided him from Tony. “And who is this from?” The man had never been too much curious about his life, so Tony suspected his intent was to make some conversation before going back to work. “Husband.” He just said, summoning a holographic project, and enjoying Bruce’s surprised expression for a while. “Husb… I didn’t know you were married,” Bruce’s surprise was honest, and Tony flashed him a sort of apologetic smile. “Yeah, I'd been in the last couple of years, by now. We preferred keeping it silent, though,” And, actually, they both were still surprised they managed to. Not that he was going to complain anytime soon. The truth was that Tony really loved Stephen and didn’t want the press between them, or paparazzi, or whatever.

—

Tony was trying to pay attention to whatever the holographic projection of the Secretary of State was saying, when his PA’s voice filled his office, bringing Nat to roll her eyes at the ceiling. He had no idea why the spy was there, she entered and smiled at him while he was halfway into the meeting, and when he silenced the Secretary’s boring voice to ask her why she was there, Nat turned the audio on again. Now, the Black Widow was looking at her mobile phone pretending not to pay attention to what they were saying. Tony envied her for not having a webcam on her while he pushed the

Interphone button. “Boss, there’s someone for you in the lobby.”

Stark nodded, even if he wasn’t sure about who might show up in the middle of a meeting. The first name that came in his mind was Rhodey’s, but he knew about that meeting and was the person who convinced his best friend to take part to it. “Who’s there?” He asked, reminding a moment later of what day that was. “Don’t answer, I think I know. Jarvis, did I forget my anniversary again?” “I wouldn’t say to forget, boss, I reserved a table in the restaurant where you had your first date, and the jet is ready,” The AI answered, and a part of Tony knew he pleaded him to do so the year before when he, indeed, spent the whole day in his workshop, forgetting entirely about his amazing husband. That, anyway, seemed enough for Nat to going back with her full attention to Tony, a questioning glance in her jade eyes.

“Speaking with you all is terribly funny, but I have to go. Agent Romanoff will update me tomorrow,” He said, to the men he was pretending to listen to, and he could feel goosebumps against his skin thank you so much to Nat’s murderous glances. Her fault for being around the anniversary of the day he married Stephen.

—

Tony looked at Bruce and Nat flirting nearby the bar while the music was blasting in the main room of his Penthouse. He smiled seeing Bruce checks turning a darker shade before going back speaking with Thor.His eyes were looking for someone else in the crowd even if Stephen texted him that he couldn’t make for the party because someone asked for his consultancy at the hospital.

“So, will we meet this famous husband of yours, tonight?” Thor asked him, smashing his huge hand against Tony’s shoulder and fuck, the man really needed to understand that humans were made of bones which weren’t made to bear the strength of a god.

He shook his head and brought the flute from which he was drinking again at his lips. All of the Avengers knew about Tony’s mysterious husband, by now, but none of them ever met him, which turned a god, a super soldier, two assassins and a man with poor angry control into a mass of curious teenagers. They also started to try to picture how Stephen could possibly look like which was the funniest thing ever to speak with both the doctor and Rhodey.

“I don’t think, he wanted to come, but he had an emergency at work,” Thor nodded, and then Tony decided to ask him about his girlfriend, just to change the subject and not give too many details about Stephen to the Asgardian.

It was funny, see the five of them trying to understand what kind of man could keep up with Tony Stark and listen to their hypothesis from time to time. What everyone agreed on, was that Tony’s spouse was rich and busy as fuck, which, according to Nat, that meant, he was probably some random billionaire which whom Stark co-worked. In the end, she gave up looking through that list. All of them were either too old, their marriages were public or both.

Clint tried to steal his mobile phone to track Stephen’s number, but he didn’t get further than unlock the thing. Anyway, Tony appreciated the effort.

The party was almost over when the doors of the elevator opened revealing Stephen and Christine. Both of them looked like they went through a tough night shift and Tony knew that it was possibly what happened to them. With a smile, he went straight to gather them. He could feel the, by now, almost empty room go silent for an instant and smirked the moment he heard Rhodey’s voice trying to keep everyone’s attention away from Tony and the newcomers.

Stark flashed both with a smile and pretended they both were just friends. Stephen winked at him. It was a sort of game between them: see how long it would have taken to the Avengers to, at least, suspect about Stephen being Tony’s husband.

“Guys,” Tony said, reaching his friends seated around Thor’s hammer. “Doctor Christine Palmer and Doctor Stephen Strange. I think you know them all, but just in case, the one with the drumsticks is Hawkeye.”

Clint’s middle finger rose along with everyone else’s laughs. A moment later, both Christine and Stephen were speaking with Bruce — not that Tony expected nothing different in the first place, they all were nerds — before someone suggested to try if Thor was the only one worthy to lift Mjöllnir.

And yes, maybe Tony took his good time to look at Stephen’s ass when Rhodey, that fucking traitor, said that all of them had to try. Maybe Strange wasn’t worthy to lift the hammer, but he was giving a hell worth show while trying.

—

The last place in the world where Tony wanted to be, right now, was one of the conference rooms of the US embassy in Berlin, trying to put some reason his Steve Rogers’s mind. He should have been by his husband’s side, trying to be there for Stephen, trying to save him from the verge of alcoholism and bankruptcy.

He knew Christine was with him but the woman tended to be too soft with her best friend while she could actually roast everyone she wished to. She told him to go and save the world, and Tony was really grateful to have her in their lives. But this didn’t change the fact that speaking with Rogers was the last thing he wanted to do, even more knowing that he kept his secret about Aunt Peggy’s death. Tony understood it was just because Steve was suffering too much, but, right now, it felt as if the super soldier tried to deny Tony his time to mourn.

It was possibly stupid but Peggy’s death and almost losing Stephen in that car crash made his mind wander in places where it didn’t allow his mind to go in the last times. At least since he synthesized the element which allowed him to survive.

He could feel Steve’s cerulean eyes on him, and the last thing Tony wanted was to argue with the man. He didn’t care either, while he was still sure that the only way to get the army out of the picture was for them to sign that goddamned accords. They weren’t perfect but allowed them to have a word in the decisional process, and Tony was sure that he or Nat could push some buttons and have more freedom, with the time. Rogers didn’t want to hear anything about that.

“What’s wrong, Tony?” Steve asked him, seating at the other side of the table. Tony knew they should speak about the Accords, but he wasn’t so eager to do that, and it seemed like Steve understood that.

He ran a hand between his hair and shook his head. “I just want to finish this shit and go back in the US.”

Steve nodded his eyes on Tony’s finger ring. “I’m sorry, about Peggy. I didn’t know you were close. I just really loved her, and I couldn’t think straight.”

Tony rose from the chair. Thinking about Peggy was too painful, at that moment. He clenched his hand while the other was on his eyes. “Just sign the Accords, Steve.”

He indicated to the pen case on the table and saw the moment Steve gave up and took one of the pens, a moment later, though, he asked him about Wanda. And, frankly, the girl who messed with his mind was the last person he wanted to speak about. He knew he couldn’t lie to Steve about that, but he also knew that the truth would have forced Tony not to leave German anytime soon.

He walked out of the room trying to suppress the urge to punch Steve and thanked his mobile which started to buzz in his pocket. Once he closed the call, though, he just wanted to destroy the thing: Christine and Stephen argued and he left, she tried to track him down but there was no news of him since he left New York and his mobile went offline. Tony knew he failed him. He promised Stephen he would have been at his side until his very last day and he left him when the doctor needed him the most. All of that for that stupid Accords and because of politics.

He tried to call Stephen again and simply pushed his head back against the wall at his backs. Nat found him there half an hour later.

“Tony? Are you fine?” She asked, receiving a shake of his head in return. He didn’t trust Natasha; he considered her as a friend but, at the same time, she was still a spy, and he couldn’t completely trust her. He needed to tell someone about Stephen, but he also knew he was better in keeping everything for himself, not to show the world what kind of shitty husband he was. He flashed Nat a smile which didn’t light his whiskey brown eyes and walked away. He had to speak with Ross and told him that Steve didn’t sign. He didn’t want to, but they both knew it was what Tony had to do.

—

Walking around the Penthouse was too painful because of all the memories of Stephen and him that Tony had of the place, so he moved at the Compound which was still too empty, but, at least, was a place were Stephen never spent his time.

Rhodey moved in as well, and even if Vision never had his own place, he was living there, and that was enough for Stark. Having people around him, to walk him out of the workshop or away from any screen on which he was trying to find where Stephen could have been.

Most of the times, that person was Vision, though that day was Rhodey.

“Tony, can you listen to me for a moment?” He asked him, the moment he walked inside the workshop. Stark had to keep himself from asking Friday why she let the man enter the room, but he also knew he was the one who gave his best friend the authorisation for that wing of the Compound.

He rose his eyes from the map of Stephen’s credit card latest movements and looked at Rhodes. “He is in New York,” He said, a hopeless whisper. “What if he had been there all this time? He’s avoiding me because I left when he needed me the most.”

“I think you should see this,” He answered, instead. Tony looked at the folder Jim was handling to him. He recognized Christine’s handwriting, and while he never blamed the woman for Stephen’s disappearing, it was the first time he hard of her in a long, long time. He opened the folder and took some pictures out of it, there were also papers written by the woman.

A glance to the words was enough for him to say that those were Stephen’s. Stephen who was asking for forgiveness, Stephen explaining to him what happened after the accident, Stephen telling him he loved him from the bottom of his heart.

And each of those words was piercing through his heart and remembering him how much he loved Stephen.

“Mr Stark, Mr Rhodes,” The voice reached him through every memory of Stephen kissed and words, while Peter entered the workshop which was starting to be too crowded. “Mr Stark, what’s wrong?”

He was too happy to lie to him. “My husband.” He just answered.

“Wow, he looks like a wizard,” Peter said, and Tony didn’t even pay attention to the pictures, too focused on Stephen’s words written in those letters. Now, looking at them without being mesmerized by his face, he could see that the kid was right: Stephen was dressed as a more fashionable Dumbledore.

—

Thanos was defeated, the Mad Titan, in the end, died, killed by the Avengers, all together, this time, and while Tony knew some things would have never gone back to normality between them all, they managed to win and to undo the Snap.

Bruce was at Tony’s side, helping him stand while his head felt so damned light, and the only thing Stark could do was waiting and see what would have happened after that he took Thanos’s glove which was now destroyed, burning his left hand.

The Stones were at his feet, and while he knew they must be secured sooner or later he couldn’t bear himself to do that right now, while everything in front of his dark eyes was blurred. Bruce’s holding tightened around his right arm. All of them were having a hard time to stay on their feet, but when Bucky’s silhouette appeared in front of them, Steve rushed to hug his friend. A moment later, also Sam, T’Challa, Wanda and a weird tree were standing in the middle of Times Square, along with a lot of people and aliens that the Snap made disappear into dust.

Tony’s eyes were flashing back and forth from Bruce’s face and then the people who were coming back until he felt a pair of arms around his waist. He didn’t need to look at the kid’s face to know who he was.

“Kid,” He said, and despite everything, despite the pain, despite his injuries and the tiredness of his entire body, despite the burning in his left arm, he felt alive for the first time in the past year or so. “You are here, you are fine!” He repeated. He wasn’t saying those words to Peter or, better, he was but was also aware of the fact that he was the one who needed them.

“I knew you could make it,” Someone else replied, and when Tony turned to meet the owner of that voice he knew he was smiling, despite everything. Stephen was there, in front of him, beautiful as the day of their wedding.

“Steph…” Tony said. He didn’t want their last conversation to be that sort of argument they had on the doughnut spaceship, and he would never forgive himself if those were the last words he shared with his husband, that and what he said a moment before the sorcerer tuned into dust.

Stephen nodded, steel blue eyes on Tony’s lips, and then he moved a step forward, closing the distance between them and kissing his husband madly.

“Oh, he must be the husband,” Clint said, receiving a small punch from Nat.

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stay--satan · 7 years ago

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What I Want - Dick Grayson x Reader

Alright, since I got these two requests with the same number at the same time, I'll go with Grayson because there's too much Jason in this blog (as if it's a bad thing) AND mixed with another request.

Can I have 20 w/ Dick Grayson? ♡ Can you do the prompt 20 where the reader(fem) is about to get married but Jason comes and interferes the ending up to you #19 I can’t buy you things like him w/ Dick Grayson one shit please 💛 I’m also new to your blog and I’m excited to read some of your work 😃

20. “Please don’t be with someone like her/him. I wouldn’t be able to handle it” 19. I can’t buy you nice things like him.

Fluff and a little heat

"You're what?" "I'm engaged... To Freddie." Your voice came out in a low tone "You don't even have a ring, that's ridiculous Y/N" Dick said a little louder as frustrated he was "Can you not make a scandalous about this?" You frown your eyebrowns berating him "I do have a ring, I just came to talk to you before he makes an announcement." You look back to the living room that was fill with your friends and people you consider as family "I thought... I thought it would be better if I did" "Better for who? You're gonna married with this stupid suit and tie dude?" Dick's voice didn't calm down at all as he gets more red "I love him!" "Don't lie straight to my face. You never even like weddings before" He recalls the one time when the two of you had this conversation. Oh yes, Dick Grayson was your ex boyfriend. It started in the early days of Nightwing and he really needed his own "Alfred" to his missions, so he hired you. A ex intern from Wayne Tech who had discover Bruce's identity before he ever did, you were brilliant. Eventually you became this is huge hacker and lived on your own until he knocked on your window. Of course you two fallen in love. With his flirts during the mission talking to you in his microphone, the Wayne Gala's that he made you go so you could "complete a mission on the ground" and the late nights chat turned into something you couldn't even imagine.

But unfortunaly, two years and half later you were tired of watching him almost die every night and left him with a broken heart. You two reunited not quite longer after that and discover that couldn't live without each other, so you made a deal for not look so miserable: You would continue to kiss, the flirting and have sex but without the whole comprimise stuff. Of course that not that deep down you two were so in love, but it could ruin everything again. After another year doing that, you met Fred. He went to you looking for discover his girlfriend stealing his money, and after the job was done, he offered you a date. You broke up with Dick soon after date, he accepted hoping that would end soon, but there you were, eight months later telling him the news.

And honestly, Dick was right. You never cared about getting married or stuff. You hated everything that could draw attention to you, specially a whole party about you and another person.

"I was thinking about something" you said on top of Dick as he was close to you kissing your neck and your head were brushing through his hair "If it isn't about us then why bother?" you felted him grim on you as you let out a chuckle "The whole Selina and Bruce drama" he let out a groan saying that you cut off the entire mood "I'm serious!" you smiled as held his face "I don't get it, they are literally the cat and mouse. Why on earth this will work? I'm just worried that will end soon and he'll get all.. you know?" she makes a stupid scary face that made Dick smile so hard "Well, they always loved each other. They're willing to put all the selfishness aside and put this in the works" "But do they need a stupid party and a signed paper to do that?" "You don't believe in marriage?" he says closing his face a bit. He wasn't angry, he was just really surprised. All of his exes were obsessed about marriage. God he almost got married himself when he wasn't even old enough to drink. "I just don't get it. It's kinda of pointless to have to prove to other people that you wanna be with that person. Why can't you just... be?" she finishes looking so peaceful. God, he loved that woman and how little you think about other people and how comfortable you expressed your opinions. "Because baby, stubborn heads will always be stubborn heads" he smiles again to her as you cupped his face again "I want to be with you forever." you say looking deep into his beautiful eyes as that was the most deep thing you ever said. He puts the most melt face you ever seen it and he pulls you into a deep kiss and laying you on the bed like a precious crystal.

Now back into the present you were with your back in the wall facing a really mad Richard. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say" "Just... Don't." he walks away going back to some alone counter and you see Wally running to him. You let out a deep sighed and look to your own feet feeling the sadness overhelm you.

"Excuse me everyone?" Frank stands up as he leans his hands to you so you could join him "I have some exciting news" You look over the room and find your friends faces in curiosity, there were a few friends from his company too. Frank was the son of a very wealthy man from Bruce's competitor's company. He heir his company and was such a good man, you were really proud of him even after finding out how shitty his father was. You definitly feels something with him, something that you can't have with Dick. Safety. Plus your friends seem to like him, he gave almost the entirely equipament for the titans knewing that you worked with them a few times and personally he was really nice to everyone even offering a job to Jaime so he could complete his extra hours on the school and help his family. They also joked about the "Y/N's Rich Boyfriend" saying that she didn't had to handle with someones bullshit "But why pay for your cellphone company when you can just own it" Wally used to say whenever she complains about expensive bills.

You do your best to avoid Dick's eyes and look just to your fiancée, you honestly didn't even hear him saying the words, you just hear everyone's clapping and cheering. Artemis and Wally are the first ones to hug you and give you the congrats, as a little line start to form behind them with people congratulating you. You look to the corner and you see Jason talking to a altered Richard as he pushes Tim out of the way and storms out his way out.

You sit down at the swing from the outside of the manor with a wine in your hand. Thinking about how did you ended up there? "Careful with that ring, girl. You could blind someone" you hear a voice as Tim sits down in the next swing. You let out a soft chuckle "If you're not sure about this you have to tell him" "No.. I can't." "You can't be with someone for the rest of your life because you don't wanna face desisions Y/N" Tim now looked a little more serious "I just.." your voice dies as you look down your feet "He was so happy you know? It was out of nowhere and when I realised there was this" she looks at her hand where the huge ring was "Plus, he treats me like a princess. I don't think I'll find much better, I'm lucky" "Y/N you're unhappy. Sure you may like him, but you love the idea that he pass to you." he says turning back to you with the swing "You can't just expect that this will be enough for 80 years" "And you expect me to do what? Break up with him and run back to a man that couldn't decide what he wanted for his life? A on-going thing until the day he doesn't come back?" Now it was Tim's turn to look back down "He's going to be a mess from now on" he talks in a low tone to her. Taking a deep exhale, you get up from the swing putting your head high "Well, it's not my problem anymore."

For the next two months you try to keep away from the Titans boys as much as you can. Of course with Artemis being your maid of honor maked difficult, seeing Wally picking her up from your house not looking in your eyes anymore was disapointing. You knew it was because of him, you talked to Bruce after a few days and he said that he hasn't spoke to him since the annoucement, that can't be good. It mad you so mad that everyone's seems to be upset with you when he was the poor boy. What they did expect? You lay around forever? Ugh, you shake your head as Frank made his way out of the bathroom into your bed kissing you deeply. But not as Dick Grayson once did.

"That has got be the most breath taking dress I ever seen" Stephanie says behind you as the other girls, Barbara, Cass and Artemis agrees. "I'm feeling a little stuck with him" you say laying your hand on your stomach like it was suffocating you "No, no no no" Cass pulls your head behind your ears looking to you in the mirror "You look so pretty, and everything is gonna be fine" "I can't believe I'm gonna be on a actual fairy tale wedding" Barbara says dreamy behind her and you give her a warm smile.

Not believing that you actually got away with her bachelor party you made your way through the streets in peace. All you did was wait until the girls were on their fifth shot and made her way out without noticing dueing their exciment over the loud music.

The wedding was in the next day and Freddie was in some party of himself with a few friends. That would be your last moments of peace. Of course with the strong shots you had, you weren't in your right mind to walk alone, so you asked for a cab giving him the address and rested your head on the window closing your eyes. The cab called out for your indicating that you had arrived in destiny. You look outside of the window with arching your brow "Are you sure this was the address I gave you?" "I'm not a telepathic kid, this was the one"

"Coming" Richard finally said after the his bell ringed for the fifth time finally giving up his I-hope-they-think-I-died-and-eventually-go-away mood. He has some difficults going his way to the door stepping in a few bottles of whatever he was drinking early that night and putting the tv on mute. "If it is you Jason, I swear to God that I'll learn how to shoot especially for-You?" he looks wide opened to the door not believing in his wildest dreams You couldn't believe that you really didn't walk for a few miles get a new taxi to bring you home, instead there you were at his door wearing this really tight black dress and a trench cloat. You both say hi so low that was almost impossible to hear. You noticed that he grew a beard that it suits him, had lost a few pounds and grew a little of dark circles under eye. But he insisted to answer the door shirtless and you lightly bite your lip over this He notices that you let your hair grow, your eyes had become a little less lifely as you gave him a half smile. Dick recomposes himself holding the door as you held yourself tighly to your coat. He can't help but noticing your damn long legs uncover under this cold Bludhaven weather and the dress that you were wearing didn't help a lot too. You fell a bit from your heels as standing up for too long "Are you drunk?" he says arching his brow over your "I don't know?" You loosely says and you both let a soft laugh between the two of you "You didn't RVSP" he can notice the sadness in your tone "Are you serious?" he stands closer to you, but knowing that a fight would not help right now "No, I didn't" "I wanted you there. I can't do anything without you ya know?" "You seem pretty fine. I've been watching in the news the wedding of the year coming up" "Yeah but..." You sounded a bit more angry and frustrated and start walking in circles in his doorstep complaining "But I don't wanna this!" you hit your fits in the air like a child. Dick cross his arms around his chest as he watch "It's like Y/N it'll be worth it. Y/N you look beautiful. Y/N I wish that my wedding was like this. But nobody cares of what I want" "And what do you want" That was all that took for you to look deep in his eyes and pull him over for a kiss. It's a rough kiss, the type she never had with Frank. Dick let himself blame on the alcohool in the next morning. You pull his hair letting his hands go all over your body under your coat moaning a bit when his warm hands met your cold legs, it was the sign to Dick lead you into inside the house. Slamming the door behind you, he takes your coat in a super speed and pulls your hair aside so he could kiss the neck that he missed so much. You go over his body with your sharpen nails as he left deep breaths under your skin making you closing your eyes in pleasure. As he removes your dress and finally looking at you with your exposed body, you cup his hands in his face the way he loves to and you both smile larger than you did over the last year.

Falling down in the top of Richard's body, you both try to catch your breath as he puts his arms around you kissing your head. Staying like this for a while, you don't know what to say by only hearing his raced heart beat and staring the window you once did a long time ago in a room that it was a few times smaller of the one you were used to now.

"Please don’t be with someone like him. I wouldn’t be able to handle it" Dick's voice came out raspy near your ear as he slightly stroke your hair. You though about this moment for so long that now you don't know what to say. You get off his top and sit down on the bed starring at his naked breathless body. "Dick..." "Please, Y/N hear me out.." he says standing up his torso to get close to you "Do you honestly think that you'll have what we just and always had?" you look down trying not to meet his eyes as he looked deeply to your face "I can't get you nice thinks like he does, but I can give you endless love." "I'm not looking for his money, Grayson" You say serious finally meeting his gaze "I don't wanna live with the feeling that I might not be able to see you when I get home. Or worst, be the first one see you dead somewhere. You say that you wouldn't handle see me with him, but what about me? The endless nights that I spent crying while you were blackout on the floor and I just had to wait? When I had to make excuses for you not being in there because you were to wounded to show up in public?" "Then I'll be better" he says holding the side of your head with sweetness "Goddamnitt I'll stop-" "Don't." knowing what would come next you interrupt him "The whole question here is that I don't wanna make you choose" "But I'll always choose you, Y/N. If I have to I'll burn my uniform right now" he says gripping the other hand on your hip pulling you closer "You say it and I'll. Tell me that you're gonna stay and I will burn the entire armory down" now he met his nose with yours with his eyes shut.

If this had only happen early. You let a tear come down as you remembered what Freddie told you this morning. His entire family coming from England and the excitment in his voice preparing this whole thing. You couldn't do this to him, not right now. Maybe in a few years when he realises that you're not in love and leave you. Maybe, but you couldn't put Dick to wait for this. He kisses your tears away, which made extra heart to open your eyes and touch his face for the last time "I love you Dick Grayson. I always will for the rest of my life." "I'll wait for you" "I don't want you to." you lie knowing that is for the best. You noticed that a few tears had started to falling down from his face. You clean them away with your thumb kissing his lips and his head for the longest time.

The next day you find yourself in front of a huge mirror again while the stylist was making the last details on your dress. You see Artemis coming next to you smiling "Someone left this on your doorstep" she gives to her a wrapped box and the woman in her dress leave them alone. The gift was with a note 'Your Something Blue." She frowns removing carefully the note as she opens the tiny box. It was a stupid blue bird pin. You feel your heart stops for a huge second taking carefully out of box. Artemis is by your side giving an encouraged smile removing the pin from your fingers and carefully placing in your dress on a spot that only you could see it.

You feel your mouth drying a bit as you made your way to the altar. Surrounded by the 200 faces which mostly you've never seen it you find Freddie's gaze on you. You smile noticing that he did what you asked that was no photographers around or cameras. You stand next to him and starts to panicking noticing that you can meet his eyes so close "Are you okay?" he whispers as the priest starts talking. You only nodds trying to focus on the words.

You could felt that the cerimony was taking 3 days to get over. Your feets hurt, it's too cold for a open sky wedding, and the cold metal of that pin over your body was bothering you way more than it should. "So before we made the actual blessing, I need to say: Is there someone here who may be against this event?" You close your eyes ready for his next words as you hear everyone gasps behind you. Freddie turns over frowing his brows and you slowly turns to see.

Richard Grayson, dressed as a homeless boy between that fancy people with flannels and jeans with that huge ass beard, walked in your direction.

You were sure that your eyes had come out of your face. Everything around you was a blur. You had seen this scene several times in movies, thinking how embarrassing that was, now it was happening to you. You were pretty sure that you head Wally's laugh on the background, but it wasn't that important. Making sure you weren't the only one seeing this, you hear Freddie's voice "But what on earth is this?" You try to come up with words turning your head to him but not being able to turn your eyes too. Dick still stood there in silent finally realising what he was doing he puts his hands on his jeans pockets embarrassed. You feel a little grin coming in the corner of your mouth "Y/N, explain!" Freddie sounded again in her eyes. You finally give Freddie's entire attention "I can't do this. I never could" Fred eyes met yours with a certain desperation "Fred I could give you my full I do but I could never give you the life you want and deserves. And I'm sorry that I've waited so long to do this, I'll never forgive myself. But this time I have to get what I want" she smiles empathic to him as she pushs her dress up.

Dick Grayson could honestly die in a horrible way right now that he didn't care. When he sees you running to him he recomposes as he hugs you so tightly you could break. He hears yours and his stupid friends cheering up in the backgroud as he held your hand outside of the garden. You wait until you're in his car to dare to say anything "Why-What just happened?" you say breathless as you had runned a marathon "I can't let anyone think that they'll spend his life with him while I stand" he smiles to her letting the adrenaline run off. He holds your face and kiss you desperatly finally having on his arms and his arms only.

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holmesoverture · 7 years ago

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Eileen’s Official Nigel Bruce Defense Post

Weeks after first mentioning the possibility of writing this post in my Sink or Ship entry for the Rathbone/Bruce films, allow me to welcome you to my official and way the heck too long Nigel Bruce Defense Post.

I don’t think I need to convince anyone that the reputation of Bruce’s Watson has suffered in the years since he played Sherlock Holmes’ faithful Boswell. Virtually every time someone wants to praise a Watson, they feel the need to disparage Bruce to do it (“This Watson is great because he’s not a bumbler unlike some people I could mention, ahem, ahem”). James Mason only agreed to play Watson in Murder by Decree if they didn’t write him as an idiot. Edward Hardwicke was more polite about it, but he seems to have felt similarly about Bruce’s Watson’s capabilities. More recently, of course, Kate Beeton did her famous “Stupid Watson” comic, launching a nickname that seems to have caught on with some people around the interwebs.

And, in fairness, not all of the ire directed at Nigel Bruce is unwarranted. The Rathbone films do have a tendency to go way overboard with the comedy relief, and not even the fact that it was made for World War II audiences who were probably in desperate need of a laugh makes me feel better about it. This aspect of the movies hasn’t aged well. I admit that willingly.

But it’s important to note that the comedy relief really is just one aspect of Bruce’s Watson. For some reason, it’s the only aspect that people seem to remember when really he’s surprisingly multifaceted. To reduce Nigel Bruce’s interpretation of Watson to a demeaning nickname is unfair in the extreme, and since no one else seems to be willing to waste their time in refuting these gross overgeneralizations, I will heroically step in to fill this void that no one wanted filled.

And if you decide you still don’t like Bruce’s Watson after reading this post, that’s fine. My goal in writing this is not to push people into liking something that’s not to their tastes. All I want is to point out some inconsistencies in the Bumbling Oaf trope and maybe make you think about how you feel and why. (I also want to vent a little—it is the internet, after all.)

Open your minds and join me on this journey, mis amigos. It’s kind of long, but hopefully my witty insights and that one goofy picture of Batman I included will make it worth it.

Let’s start at the start: 1939’s The Hound of the Baskervilles. As I’m sure most of you are aware, this story hardly features Holmes at all. Watson is the one who heads out to Baskerville Hall alone to investigate, which requires him to be at least somewhat decent at investigative work, and he certainly is that. It’s only when Holmes shows up that he becomes the comedy relief. Later that year, in The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Holmes again sends Watson to investigate alone, and while I wouldn’t say it goes well, it doesn’t go noticeably worse than in any other version. Plus, a couple of the major humorous moments feature Watson on the winning side of the joke for once.

That’s about all the time I’ll spend on Bruce’s first two outings as Dr. Watson, since they are noticeably different from the B movies which followed. (The most striking changes, for those who haven’t seen them, are that the stories now take place in the 1940s rather than the Victorian era and also they now have the budget of an office Christmas party.) It’s here that the quality of the movies starts to waver, and I believe they are what most people are referring to when they complain about Nigel Bruce. The comedy relief bits are really ramped up here, but just because Watson became more of a punching bag doesn’t mean he necessarily became less intelligent or less interesting.

Before we continue, there’s one point Hardwicke made in that interview I linked to above that I’d like to address. He basically said that Watson’s training as a doctor means that he couldn’t be stupid.

First of all, Ben Carson. Second, the entire point of this post is to demonstrate that Watson wasn’t as stupid as everyone thinks, and we’ll get to that in just a second. Third, these movies do remember that Watson is a doctor and give him a few opportunities to show off his medical chops. In Terror By Night, Watson’s the one who announces the victim died of heart failure. It’s also him who notices a small pinprick in the dead guy’s neck that suggests said heart failure was induced. Granted, he didn’t mention the mark right away because he dismissed it as insignificant, but given that Holmes also had a look at the body and didn’t notice the mark at all, I think Watson deserves some props here.

Now I’m not even going to try to defend the rest of Terror By Night because it’s pretty much the epitome of everything people dislike about Bruce’s Watson. But it does go to show that, even when the Baker Street Dozen was at its silliest, Watson still had his moments.

If we want a really solid example of Watson being competent, however, we must go elsewhere. Let’s start with The Secret Weapon. It starts out as one would expect, with Watson being charged with guarding a scientist recently escaped from mainland Europe, only to fall asleep and allow the guy to wander off (YOU HAD ONE JOB). But later on, the film adapts bits of The Dancing Men, and when Holmes and Watson first encounter the code, it’s Watson who explains its significance to the lady whose missing boyfriend wrote it. He even sits down to decode it, but it’s been slightly altered since their last encounter with it, so it comes out wrong.

Naturally it’s Watson who makes this error while Holmes discovers what the alteration was. So now Watson looks like a knucklehead even though, again, he apparently learned the Dancing Men code so well that he could use it at a moment’s notice despite not seeing it for years.

But wait, what’s this? There’s another coded message, this one even more fiendishly difficult than the first? What to do now? Holmes and Watson spend the next few hours poring over the code, trying every combination and trick they can think of in their attempts to decode the message. Oh wait, did I say Holmes and Watson? I meant Watson by himself while Holmes sulks and makes rude comments.

Not bad for a bumbling oaf.

In the end, it’s an off-hand remark from Watson that flicks on the lightbulb over Holmes’ head, enabling Holmes to swoop in and steal the limelight from poor Watson. Our detective makes his brilliant game-changing deduction thanks to his conductor of light, who’s been doing the thankless drudge work this whole time. (This kind of happens a lot, actually—twice in Dressed to Kill alone, a casual remark from Watson enables Holmes to save the day.)

The real problem here isn’t that Watson is stupid; it’s the way the scene is framed. The movie is so busy focusing on Holmes’ deductions and accomplishments that Watson’s contributions mostly go unacknowledged. It’s clear from the fact that Watson was deeply involved in the decoding process that he’s perfectly intelligent and that Holmes trusts him to help with even the more difficult aspects of crime-solving.

Something similar occurs in The Woman in Green, which features Moriarty hypnotizing people into committing suicide for reasons that escape me at the moment. (This isn’t the high point of the Rathbone/Bruce collaborations okay) Again we have a comedy relief bit, with Watson being hypnotized into taking his shoes off or some nonsense immediately after declaring that hypnotism is BS. It’s the kind of thing you’d see on a ‘60s sitcom.

The movie ends with Watson arriving almost too late to save Holmes from Moriarty because he got stopped by a police officer for speeding. Yes, haha, silly Watson, can’t do anything right and almost ruined everything. But let’s reframe this scene for a second. Think about it from Watson’s perspective. He’s given a task to do by Holmes, who is going to be in mortal danger the entire time. He’s terrified for his friend and knows that his life is in his hands. Of course he’s going to break every damn speed law in the country to try to protect him. Just imagine how he felt when he got pulled over, when he had to waste all that time trying to explain the situation to the officer, knowing that every second spent arguing could mean Holmes’ life.

If this were a scene in one of the newer, edgier Sherlock Holmes adaptations, we probably would get to see it from Watson’s perspective, and depending on the version, I’m betting Watson would have just floored it when the police sirens started going. And even if Watson did stop, he very well might have lost patience halfway through the proceedings and punched out the cop to get to Holmes.

And by “he,” I mean Panin specifically.

Obviously, Bruce’s version could not do that because of the pearl-clutching moral censors. Or rather, he couldn’t do that on-screen. It’s never stated how Watson’s interaction with the police ended. How do we know he didn’t punch the guy? Because if you think Nigel Bruce’s Watson wasn’t willing and able to kick some ass, allow me to direct your attention to The Spider Woman, in which Holmes fakes his death, then comes back disguised as a postman and makes disparaging remarks about that fakey detective Sherlock Holmes, because Holmes is a dick like that. Bruce, being one of the more patient Watsons, tolerates it for a while before knocking Mailman Holmes right into a chair.

Again, this scene is played for laughs, but from Watson’s perspective, it’s about as unfunny as you can get. The man was unable to stop the death of his closest and dearest friend. He’s just had a hard day of packing up Holmes’ things for a museum, then some asshole postman shows up and starts insulting his recently deceased best friend for no reason. It’s little surprise that he snapped. So yeah, Bruce’s Watson was 100% down with decking people when placed under sufficient emotional strain, which he may well have been in The Woman in Green.

I think I’ve gotten away from my point here, but it basically boils down to the fact that Watson was not an idiot at the end of The Woman in Green; the way the scene is framed just makes him look like one.

There are also times when Bruce’s Watson doesn’t seem to do much of anything, which may be misconstrued as stupidity. Let’s look at Dressed to Kill. Now towards the end, Watson does get A Scandal in Bohemia-ed pretty bad, but that comes right after Holmes walks right into the bad guy’s trap like a knucklehead, so they’re roughly even on that front. The only real difference is that Holmes solves his problem on his own, while Watson needs Holmes to figure out the solution to his dilemma for him.

But aside from that and a couple of minor silly incidents, all Watson really does is act as a sounding board for Holmes. Some people may interpret this as his being useless, but this is what Holmes used to want in a partner. Quoth Sherlock Holmes in The Blanched Soldier, “A confederate who foresees your conclusions and course of action is always dangerous, but one to whom each development comes as a perpetual surprise, and to whom the future is always a closed book, is indeed an ideal helpmate.”

This line demonstrates two things: one, wow, Holmes, gush some more why don’t you. Two, however the characters have evolved in recent years, the original Holmes didn’t want someone like Liu, who ends up becoming proficient enough to start her own detective agency. He wanted someone more like Bruce, who didn’t have nearly the same capacity for deductive reasoning but who had the curiosity and inquisitiveness to make, according to Canon Holmes, “an ideal helpmate.”

There are plenty of the original stories in which Watson does little more than narrate—in The Beryl Coronet, for example, I’m pretty sure that the only thing Watson really does is point out their future client in the street. I think we’ve gotten so used to Watson being an action hero or a detective in his (or her) own right that we forget his original primary role was as the storyteller. (That is literally where the nickname Boswell comes from.) Being most definitively a sidekick doesn’t make Nigel Bruce useless or stupid; it means he’s fulfilling the role originally set out for his character.

The comedy relief business is, of course, largely an invention of the Rathbone/Bruce films. But honestly, I think the problem with Bruce’s Watson isn’t so much him as it is the filmmakers’ obsession with building up Holmes to be inhumanly perfect. The Spider Woman has a perfect example of this: there’s one scene that adapts that bit from The Devil’s Foot where Holmes and Watson are almost killed by poisonous gas and Watson has to save them both. Here, however, it’s Holmes who does the rescuing, because of course he does. Can’t have Watson grabbing any glory, now can we?

In fact, basically everyone who isn’t Holmes—and arguably Moriarty, though he sure did fall hard for the Brer Rabbit routine in The Secret Weapon, to say nothing of his ignoble demise in The Woman in Green—is depicted as a little lacking in the brain department. Lestrade and company are dim enough that Watson frequently calls them out for being boneheads. Holmes’ clients almost inevitably doubt Holmes’ abilities despite his great reputation, and Watson just loves rubbing their noses in how smart Holmes really is.

(That’s another thing people seem to dislike about Nigel Bruce for some reason. I’ve heard complaints about how he’s a suck-up who mindlessly admires Holmes despite how rude Holmes is to him. Again, this is an oversimplification. I already covered this in Sink or Ship, so I won’t belabor the point here, but I view Watson’s admiring comments less like sucking up and more like pride in his friend and his work. Not only that, Watson doesn’t always passively accept impoliteness. He flat out tells Holmes to stop being cranky in The Secret Weapon, and he gets quite huffy when he thinks Holmes is trying to make a fool of him in Terror by Night. Plus, Bruce is not even the only Watson to have stars in his eyes every time he looks at Holmes—Burke in particular puts up with quite a lot [see The Solitary Cyclist for a great example], and he starts looking murdery whenever someone fails to recognize his brilliant detective buddy.)

It’s fashionable nowadays to make Watson almost as smart as Holmes, which only amplifies the perceived stupidity of Nigel Bruce’s Watson. But in the original stories, Watson isn’t a deducing genius. That’s the whole point. He is basically the reader stand-in, the average Joe thrust into Holmes’ world and continually dazzled by it (and him). Now if you prefer the more current trends, that’s one thing. But to condemn Bruce for not magically predicting and following said trends is about as fair as criticizing Adam West’s Batman for not being serious enough, completely ignoring the fact that at the time Batman was less “I Am The Night” and more “Robin got temporary amnesia and super-strength from a bolt of lightning and now wants to fight Batman because a white guy pretending to be a native told him to.”

Would I lie to you about a thing like that?

And it’s not as though Bruce is the only Watson who bungles things. During Solomin’s tenure as the good doctor, he got whacked in the head when trying to sleuth on his own, got his dirty footprints all over Charles Augustus Milverton’s house (which Holmes then forced him to clean up), and completely and hilariously failed to disguise himself as a priest. That’s saying nothing of the first half of the pilot, where Watson assumes Holmes is a criminal mastermind and conducts his own wildly misguided, eminently goofy investigation that culminates in Holmes knocking him out during a boxing match. And yet no one ever accuses Solomin of being a bumbler (not that they should). I’m not sure why people are willing to excuse him and not Bruce. Is it because Solomin is young and cute?

Maybe it’s because his dumbassery led to the infamous Cuddling in the Carriage scene.

Or maybe everyone’s problem is not just Bruce himself, but the fact that his performance had such a major influence on Watsons everywhere for literal decades. In the 1950s Sherlock Holmes TV show, Marion-Crawford’s Watson clearly borrows a lot from Bruce in terms of turning the comedy relief aspect up to eleven. (I would argue Marion-Crawford is actually worse in this regard.) Dr. Dawson in The Great Mouse Detective physically resembles Bruce, as does Ric Spiegal in those Wishbone episodes, even though both of them were supposed to be adapting books and shouldn’t have had anything to do with the Rathbone/Bruce films. I guess some folks got resentful that Bruce Watson was overshadowing Canon Watson?

But it’s important to remember here that Nigel Bruce was one of the first film Watsons with any discernible personality traits. If you’ve seen any of the Sherlock Holmes silent films, you know what I mean. If not, you haven’t heard of any of their Watsons for good reason.

To start with, Watson doesn’t even appear in 1900’s Sherlock Holmes Baffled (which is only a minute long) or in 1912’s The Copper Beeches (which is so ridiculous that I may have to give it its own post). Then came Hubert Willis in the Eille Norwood series of early ‘20s shorts. They’re rather hyper-focused on the casework here, so no one gets any characterization (at least not in the two I’ve seen). And Roland Young in 1922’s Sherlock Holmes was onscreen for maybe 10 minutes and did almost nothing. I didn’t even remember he was in the dang movie until I recently rewatched it for Sink or Ship.

This is his only conversation with Holmes in like the whole movie. So much for being intimate companions.

And I’m sure there are other examples. So even if you don’t necessarily like what Bruce did (and/or was told to do) with the character, he some deserves respect for effort and originality. I also think it’s a little unfair that people keep dinging him for not being A+ perfect at doing something no one else (with the possible exception of Ian Fleming in the Wontner films) had ever tried before, i.e. making Screen Watson interesting. Dude didn’t become The Watson for no reason, after all.

To conclude this post, we can return to my Batman analogy. I feel like modern public attitude towards Nigel Bruce is comparable to how some people get all upset about Adam West because that’s not the real Batman! The real Batman is grim and gritty and for ADULTS, not some Batusi-dancing weirdo! No joke: the first time I went to a comic book shop, the guy who worked there said that Adam West—my first Batman, the guy who got me into superheroes and therefore the main reason I was in that shop in the first place—wasn’t a real Batman.

Needless to say, I have little use for snobbery in any fandom. So I am going to say now about Nigel Bruce what I should have said then about Adam West: if you don’t like the goofy version, don’t watch the goofy version. There are literally hundreds of versions of this character out there; not every single one is going to cater to your tastes, nor should they. This fact should not detract from your enjoyment of the versions you do like, and it doesn’t make the versions you dislike less legit. The old has at least as much basis in canon as the new, and even if it’s parts of canon you’d rather ignore, other people feel differently, so don’t be a jerkweed about it.

But before you make up your mind about Nigel Bruce, maybe take a sec and give him another chance. “Stupid Watson” is a reductive label that focuses only on the worst the Rathbone films had to offer and does not give due credit to a genuinely groundbreaking character with more depth than I’ve ever seen anyone acknowledge. Do some of the movies portray him better than others? Sure, but you can say that of every episodic Sherlock Holmes adaptation. For the most part, it’s not nearly as bad as people seem to think. And even when it is that bad, it’s still a combination of canon compliance and original character development that was entirely unique at the time and that deserves to be looked upon with, if nothing else, gratitude for paving the way for interesting Watsons everywhere.

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ellana-ravenwood · 8 years ago

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"You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar” 1/3- Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : You have been married to Bruce for quite some years now, and you both knew it was inevitable that you’d get in danger one day...but you really never expected the Joker to start to be obsessed with you. CHAPTER 1/3.

Warnings : mentions of sex, also, Bruce is “old” if that bothers you in any way...If your like me and have a thing for older guys, then carry on please.

FINISHED SERIES : PART 2, PART 3

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Looking at yourself in the mirror of your bathroom, you groaned and turned around to glare at your husband that was taking a shower. He immediately felt that you were staring, but to his disappointment, it wasn’t for the reason he hoped for...

-Is something wrong dear ?

-Yes Bruce, something’s wrong. How old are you ?

-...What ?

-Just answer my question honey.

-...Hum, 46 ?

-Yes. 46. You’re 46 years old.

At the way you were looking at him, mad as Hell, standing in the frame of the shower door that you just violently swung open, billionaire ex-playboy superhero Bruce Wayne got kinda worried. He was trying to figure out what he did that could have pissed you off that much, as you were really difficult to annoy, almost never getting angry...But boy when you were angry, it was scary. Apparently now though, you were more annoyed than mad. So he was trying to remember what he could have done.

He knew it didn’t had anything to do with his nightly activities, as in over 10 years of marriage, you never told him anything about it (even though when he or your children came back hurt, it was some of the worst moment of your life...). On the contrary, you were very supportive and even helped most of the nights, monitoring the bat computer while he and your batkids were out. Gotham was your hometown, and you loved it, you knew it needed the Bat. So this didn’t have anything to do with him aging and having to stop being the Batman...So...What the Hell did he do that was related to his age ? He was staring stupidly at you, under the warm water running from the shower head, his hair sticking around his face.

-46 years old, and still acting like a goddamn teenager ! Look at that Bruce !

You were showing him the countless love bites he left on your neck and collar bones the night before...and he couldn’t help but smile. So that’s what it was about.

-It’s not funny ! You know you do that every time, and I scold you about it every time. Because then, I have to find dresses that cover the marks, so that I don’t pass for a teenage girl having her first experience with stupid boys who think love bites are hot. You know your charity thingies and others balls are full of judgemental pricks and yet...Erf, you’re so annoying.

-You didn’t complain when I made them...

-Well obviously old man, because my judgement is definitely clouded when you pound into me like you did.

He smiled even more, and you soften a bit. He smiled like this only to you, and you couldn’t get mad when he was looking at you that way. But still, damn him and his love bites.

-For real though, I don’t mind them on my stomach, on my thighs...wherever really as long as they’re not in view !

He extended his arm to you, and you took his hand, entering the shower as well. He immediately buried his face in your neck, but you pushed him away because you noticed something else...

-Oh my God look at that Bruce, I don’t even remember you making some on my fucking calf ! It goes all the way up to my knees !

-I do remember. That’s when your legs were on my shoulders...

He had his infuriating trademark “batsmirk” on his face, and it annoyed you so much that you decided to skip the traditional morning erotic shower, you pulled away from him, and he groaned at the loss of your warmth.

-I don’t need more markings, if you know what I mean.

-I can just suck on the place that already have some...

You just glared some more at him, and went to your make-up cabinet. You could probably just try to make all of those damn love bites disappear with a bit of concealer...you felt his presence before feeling his hands slowly settling on your waist.

-Sorry love. Really. I just can’t help myself, your skin always calls to me...

You turned around and raised your eyes, as the man was quite taller than you. You gave me a look, with raised eye brows, that meant : “really ?” and he just smiled some more. He took the highest voice he could, and, putting his head behind your shoulder, imitated your skin’s “voice”.

-Suck on me Bruce, devour me, make me yours...also, you’re the most handsome and intelligent man I ever met.

You looked at him and couldn’t stop the incredulous laugh that escaped your lips. He loved your laugh, amongst other thing. He smiled back at you, thinking about that special effect you always had on him. When you were around, he was just a bit more carefree and silly. You made him feel like he could almost be a normal man, and though he still had his moments of sadness and darkness even when he was just with you...you just made things easier. He lived for your soothing hands gently going threw his hair, as his head rested on your chest...You pecked his lips and bring him back from his daydreams.

-You know, if anyone could see you right now, the entire Batman’s reputation would be ruined...

-Aren’t I’m glad that you’re the only one here then ?

You shook your head, and added, simply to provoke him a little :

-Besides, the most handsome man I ever met is Clark, but I guess you can have the most intelligent one.

As you reached for your clothes, he stopped you, grabbing your wrist in his hands, and raising them a bit above your head, pinning you against the bathroom wall. He had another kind of smile on his face now, a smile that was also only directed to you...You recognized it and tried to push him away. Your comment about Clark definitely set him on the mood, and his sly and mischievous look made you melt a little.

-I’m still mad at you honey...

-Then let me make it up to you my love. And show you that Superman got nothing on me...

And as his hand started to roam your body, your judgement got clouded again. It got clouded very hard.

Bruce kept his promise as he didn’t make new marks on your body, sucking, biting and kissing where he did last night.

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Trying to hide the few love bites that you couldn’t conceal right with your make-up, you shifted awkwardly in the middle of a huge ball room, waiting for Bruce to return with the glasses of Champagne he went to get.

People knew you as more than his wife, as over the years, you became an important part of Gotham. You were very involved with what happened in the city, helping Bruce run Wayne inc. So as you waited for your husband, a wave of people swarmed you to just talk with the famous Mrs Wayne. People were always...kinda fascinated by you. After all, no one would have ever expected a poor girl from the Narrows like you to get hitch to Bruce freaking Wayne. And yet...You were just someone that intrigued a lot of persons. Men and women were attracted to you, not that you were the most beautiful, but you had such charms. They just wanted to be your friends, to be liked by you and to be like you. Bruce often said that it was impressive that you didn’t make anyone jealous or envious, that they just liked you...You always answered him that you’d rather be hated, as you were an introvert and those balls and such always exhausted you mentally. You’d dream to be on your own right now, your anxiety rushing threw your veins. Or at least just with your family.

Speaking of which, out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Jason, Tim and Damian starting to fight, and you gave them a menacing look. They instantly stopped, under the gaze of a very amused Dick and Duke, and a smirking Stephanie and Cassandra. You mouthed the word “Behave” and they understood that if they didn’t, they’d get in so much trouble. For some reasons, they were more afraid of you than your husband...Granted, you rarely got mad, but when you really were, you were scary as Hell.

You saw Bruce finally making his way threw the crowd with two glasses of champagne, and you gave a sigh of relief when he snaked his arm around your waist. You weren’t alone anymore, you could totally face what was coming.

Turned out, you actually couldn’t. Because what was coming wasn’t really expected. People and their questions about you, Bruce or your children ? You could handle it. A psycho suddenly barging to crash the party ? Not so much. Well, it happened before, but you somehow always avoided to be in danger...until today.

You and Bruce were casually talking with some acquaintances when it happened. You felt something cold on the small of your back, just above your husband’s hand, and you immediately recognize what it was.

A gun.

As he felt you stiffen, Bruce turned to you, and the smile on his face faltered. Slowly turning his head around, his jaw clenched so hard you could hear his teeth cracking.

The Joker.

It didn’t really surprised him. Of course, the man was suppose to be in Arkham Asylum, but it wasn’t his first escape. The thought of how he did it this time didn’t stay long in Bruce’s mind, as he was more concerned that one of his most fervent enemy was slowly taking you away from him, his filthy hand on one of your arm, as the other held a gun to your spine.

He knew that one day or another, something like this would happen, and threw the years, he did everything possible to keep you from harm. He succeeded all this time, over ten years...And here you were, in the Joker’s arms, and Bruce couldn’t help but take a step forward as he saw that monster bend down and whisper something in your ear.

-I’ve seen you on TV Mrs Wayne -he whispered, and then louder :-...And don’t come closer mister I’m-the-most-loved-son-of-Gotham, or I’ll perform right here and now my most famous magic trick and turn you into a widower.

You stayed silent, not loosing Bruce’s eye contact. You could see the fear in his eyes, and it made your heart stumble. He couldn’t loose you, it’d kill him. But being at the center of attention as he was, he also couldn’t discreetly sneak out to put his suit on. Same for your children, who were just staring at you, shocked and scared. Frozen, not able to react at all. You were the center of the family, this couldn’t happen to you, without you nothing would work...

And before they could realize anything, before any of them could try to do something...You and the Joker were gone. Bruce ran after you but you just simply disappeared. He swore and, followed by his children, rushed to the bat cave.

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You lost consciousness as soon as you exited that ball room. Now, coming back to your senses, you were a bit lost...until the memory of what just happened came back rushing at you.

At first, you panicked. But you soon regained a semblance of calmness, as your mind was working 100 miles per hour with ideas to try and escape.

You weren’t tied up, laying on a nice king size bed in an elegant room. You were wearing a beautiful old school (favorite color) night gown, and couldn’t help but shiver in disgust at the thought of the Joker changing your clothes. Touching you.

You sat up, and looked around. It felt like you were back in your own house, in Wayne mansion, the room looking almost exactly like it...and another shiver went down your spine as you realized the Joker knew how your bedroom was, meaning he already went there. The only details that told you you weren’t home were the walls...Hard and cold concrete walls.

Without a sign of hesitation, you started to explore the room, looking for a possible exit.

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In the Bat cave, Bruce was frantically looking threw files and files of possible intel on the Joker’s whereabouts on the bat computer. Tim was helping him.

Jason, Damian, Stephanie, Cassandra, Duke and Dick were roaming the city, interrogating potential Joker’s associate, trying to stay calm. But that night, more than one low life criminal ended up in the hospital after an encounter with one of the batkid.

Alfred was trying to stay hopeful, ignoring his fear of something bad happening to you...He loved you like a daughter, and hated the Joker with a passion. That damn clown already hurt the Wayne family so much...He fixed cups of coffee for Tim and Bruce, and as he approached the latter, he could hear him muttering to himself.

-Blaming yourself won’t help her right now, Master Wayne.

-You don’t understand Alfred, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t try anything. I just stared at her like an idiot. If she dies, her blood’s on my hand...

His voice faltered at the end of the sentence, and both Alfred and Tim knew what your death would do to him...They weren’t sure he’d ever be able to come back from whatever deep and dark well he’d fall into. Tim spoke, his gentle voice resonating in the cave.

-We all did nothing Bru...Dad. It’s not just your fault ok ? Know this at least...just in case...Just in case. Because we’re gonna find her. Alive. No questions about it.

Alfred shook his head sadly.

-And what could you have done my boys ? Reveal to the World who you really were, and making Joker’s day by doing so ? Do you think he would have let you do anything anyway, and not just shoot Lady (Y/N) ?

They didn’t answer; but they knew he was right. Alfred was always right...

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No exit. Of course there was no exit. There wasn’t even any door...Panic started to swarm you again, but you shut it down. No. You weren’t going to be scared of him. You were gonna fight. Bruce trained you for years in case something like that was to ever happen.

With rage, you destroyed a wooden chair and tried to sharpen it as best you could, making a stake out of it. You’d at least get a weapon. As you were about to start looking around again for a possible escape, a voice you immediately recognize started to play in speakers that were attached to the corner of the room.

-Don’t tire yourself little one, there’s no way out.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel, more commonly known as Harley Quinn, the Joker’s most fervent partner. Another shiver ran down your spine, she always gave you the creep, even before she went all crazy. You hated shrinks.

-What do you want from me ?

You refrained yourself from adding a “bitch”, thinking it probably wasn’t the best idea to provoke such a woman.

-Me ? Nothing. Actually, if it was only up to me you’d be long dead doll. Loonnnnng deaaaaad.

-Then why am I not ?

Silence answered you. For a few minutes, nothing happened, and you thought she left. But her voice came back, a bit weaker than before.

-Because, Mrs Wayney...Well...You see...

A few minutes past again.

-What ?!

Harley Quinn’s voice came resonating in the room again, almost just a whisper. What she said made you more scared than you ever been before...

-Because, you’re Mister J’s new obsession, Sugar.

TO BE CONTINUED ;) (this is a three part story, thought I’d try my hand at a little serie :D).

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rocknrollsalad-moved · 8 years ago

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Prompt: Duality

I don’t want to talk down my writing but I think I bit off an idea bigger than i could chew here. I had this grand plan about going back and forth between Bruce and Tony slowly making it obvious they were together. Like a camera focusing on a fine detail and pulling back to the bigger picture. Not sure I accomplished that but I do like what I DID accomplish.

“ I opened doors for little old ladies, I helped the blind to see… “

Plain white ear buds blast the music not just into Tony’s ears but deep into his bones. Music wasn’t meant to be quiet. It’s fast, it’s loud. Break the speakers, crank it up until the sound distorts and the neighbors complain. Come on feel the noise.

It’s rebellion and excess. Glam and glitz. Loud and in your face. It’s everything Tony has created for himself. Something he’d latched on to young and never left. Coming from a time when rock produced gods.

Now the skies did. Rained down actual gods and Tony’s life couldn’t be further from throwing a tv into a hotel pool or maybe, just once, draining that can of Aqua-Net into his hair to better look the part. Rhodey still brings it up after a few too many drinks.

For all the flaming guitar solos and high-pitched war cries, this is a reminder of a simpler time. When life was easier. Not great but easier. College was a laugh, parents were alive (not that he wanted anything to do with that whole scene), his heart was safe, and alcohol tolerance was high.

Tony partied as hard as the legends that came with the men whose voices kept any space from feeling empty. Except his stories were real. Not that it was his claim to fame anymore but life wasn’t that simple, either.

Rather than be the reason the bar off Main Street put a barrier in front of the jumbotron they had for whatever sporting event was happening, Tony was the name of a company. Not his but it still bore his name. He was the scapegoat for his own band of rebels and rule breakers.

Some things never change, though. Blast the loud music, build speakers that don’t distort, make walls that don’t shake. Soundproof your lab, buy the rights to your favorite albums so the good times can go with you.

Shoot to Thrill, shake them all night long, and you might as well jump. Make sure you can’t hear anyone when they come in search of signatures on the always important documents or when they want to talk to you about eating something. Turn a ‘deaf’ ear on those wanting to know the state of every aspect of your life.

Drown out the thoughts of where you failed, when you could have been better and who you’ve wronged. Rock your way past the scrolling list of lives lost. If you can’t hear the thoughts of disappointment, rejection, or any of your numerous mistakes, then they aren’t there.

So, as he sat around ‘relaxing’ for the night with some light paperwork Tony blasted the music into those cheap earbuds until they couldn’t handle it. Stark Industries was effectively buying a smaller company in order to fund them. They were going to do great things but it meant mountains of paperwork. Since it was his pet project and because after all this time he was still trying to get back in her good graces, Tony took the job from Pepper’s workload.

Which brought up all those feelings, the very feelings he was trying to drown in classic rock. It wasn’t easy, it took some searching, but with the perfect album queued to play all night long Tony could tackle the boring aspects of his job.

~~~

Noise canceling, over the ear, solid black headphones took up half of Bruce’s head. They were a luxury to him, something he wasn’t used to not something he couldn’t live without. Of course, he had also gone out and bought the most expensive pair he could.

The City was loud, it was constant screaming, constant sirens (though he knew some were rescue vehicles they still tripped an alert in his mind), gunshots, loud crashes, and car wrecks. It was a nonstop cacophony that made it hard to relax.

The jungle, deep in some forest, or better yet, the arctic, things were quiet and serene. Your days were filled with leaves rustling, water dripping, and bird calls. Everything felt muted. As much as Bruce could claim peace, that was it.

A small, self-built shack with none of life’s luxuries and owls to play you off to sleep. It sounds like a cliche, like one of those kids movies where the animals are alive, but that’s only if you paint it a certain way. The exact way Bruce liked to paint it because why remember the rest?

The constant and crippling paranoia, the setting of traps, not eating because you’ve convinced yourself that your hunger is a trap. It wasn’t as picturesque as Bruce liked to remember. Never once did the birds come and help with chores.

Your mind does that, though. It saves you and Bruce’s mind is an absolute expert at this. He’s lived his life replacing all the bad with that one kernel of good. In another life, Bruce would have made a great fantasy writer but he never seen it like that. In fact, he didn’t see it as anything because he wasn’t aware he was doing it.

Filling his mind with safeguards thanks to a life of constant trauma. If you were to think of it as a building, every floor was a vault with locks that would put anything known to man to shame. Behind them all rest the memories Bruce wasn’t equipped to deal with.

Things like time spent in Russia thinking the trees were incoming soldiers. Having locked those memories away in a vault, refusing to deal with them. It left Bruce without the memory of how peaceful it was to watch the snow fall, how all the animals went silent and it was you and the nothingness. That was the dream; hearing nothingness.

On the other hand, New York was sensory overload. It never stopped and Bruce longed for the quiet peace of the Amazon after a storm. As with everything, he got used to it but noise canceling headphones were essential.

He didn’t even bother with music half the time. Just put them on and let them block (almost) everything out. Usually, he’s playing white noise. Something to listen to because silence isn’t good for a mind like his. Others get a little too loud when there’s no distraction.

Tonight was one of the good nights. Bruce didn’t need to distract his mind or shut off certain parts of it. He was sitting around being lazy. Another new luxury afforded to him with this city life. The headphones were to prevent others from approaching and to allow for some calming quiet time.

A stack of research journals sat beside him, as much as he could carry. Saying there was so much to catch up on made it sound like Bruce had been gone for decades but he’d not been chipped out of ice here. Somewhere between absent-minded ‘I’ll read that when I’m done here’ and never making it back to the paper and ultra focus on his work, Bruce was never caught up on news.

This had nothing to do with the Other Guy. it was just Bruce. However, it led to nights like this. A pack of crackers, some fruit juice, a warm blanket, and the discoveries of his peers to read about. Though his heart was a little faster these days, its beats per minute were as low as they could be. This was calm.

The soft fabric of the blanket made the papers slip easier but it collected crumbs well since that was a complaint people had. Few, though, complained about a content Bruce.

~~~

“ I got no friends ‘cuz they read the papers. They can’t be seen with me… “ Bed was the last place you should take your work. There was stacks of research that spoke about keeping stressful activities out of a place meant for relaxing. Which was laughable because Tony could sleep anywhere and had done plenty of strenuous activities in the bedroom..as well as anywhere.

In fact, that bedroom was nothing more than another room. It was the room he wanted to be in right now. Some place easy, maybe he needed a little happy and something relaxing. The comfort of the mattress that gave just enough under his weight. The low lights and lack of distractions. It wasn’t so bad.

Signing your name to fifty different lines on the same sheet was bad. Perhaps it was time to adopt a mononym. His level of fame was high enough, might as well. (Even better, it’d be an excuse to ditch the Stark name once and for all).

Until that time, Tony was stuck signing his entire name to these papers that detailed out his latest venture. Tapping his foot to the beat, unaware of the action. The hand in his moved over enough for a clear smack to his thigh and brought a smile to Tony’s face.

Giving no acknowledgment to the request, instead stopping the movement as he carried on about his work. Tony thought about why he was really here. He could claim ambiance all he wanted. He could, and would, talk for days about the extreme comfort of the mattress he had imported and how it was like sleeping on a cloud but that wasn’t why he was here.

There was one reason paperwork was being done in bed when Tony could name at least fifteen things without thought that would be more fun. Starting with Netflix marathons. It was who he was in bed with. Not the location, the who. The same ‘who’ who wasn’t in Tony’s office.

He’d dragged files of paper that weighed as much as what Tony assumed a small child did up here because he wanted to be near someone. Because he’d been away for too long. Emotional attachment was the worst.

Like everything else, Tony didn’t want to think about that. The realization had put him a little further at ease but thinking too much on the point brought up too many emotions. Which would then ruin the relaxation. Making a poor decision counted if it was on his own behalf because of relaxation, right?

Accept it. More than that, enjoy it!

Tony listened to his own advice. He was the smartest person he knew, after all. Let the music do its job, block all this nonsense out and enjoy something. It’d been a long time since Tony had enjoyed anything. Even if it was whilst doing some of the most boring work known to man.

Putting the pen down and replacing it with a phone, Tony text Rhodey about the idea of a single name so they could brainstorm ideas. It was nothing more than an excuse to talk to his best friend. Something Tony thought was slick and covert. He was the only one who thought so.

Taking the time to check on a few other things as he waited for the vibration in his hand to alert him to a new message, thinking about everything around him. Knowing the message he’d receive would be one of annoyance and likely contain the words ‘ridiculous idea’. Tony would expect nothing less.

The weight of someone else in his bed pulled his attention, nothing more than shifting to get comfortable. Blocking out the noise in his ears, the guitar solo pumping through his veins. Tony grinned and checked his phone again. Typing a message he couldn’t remember ever sending to Rhodey.

I think I’m actually happy. Or as close as a guy like me gets.

It’d been awhile since anyone had taken up that side of the bed and Tony would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. The way the bed almost seemed to even out from the other body. Making everything feel less empty. Less alone.

Tony squeezes his hand, he gets the same in return. Rhodey tells him that making comparisons between himself a Jesus is suicide the likes of which he may never recover causing Tony to have to bite back a laugh. He does use the word ridiculous, at least five times. The other message goes ignored. Tony appreciates that.

Replying with a message to say he thinks he can pull it off, Tony changes apps on his phone and stops the music. Where his thoughts are now, he doesn’t mind listening to them.

Enjoy this.

~~~

Bruce wasn’t the kind of guy to share his space. The closest he’d come was sharing a lab with people, which he hated most of the time. People dropped things, they messed with your work, they talked and often nonstop. Never were they helpful to getting work done.

There had been Betty, Bruce would have shared space with her forever. He was often jealous of the quaint house she shared with Leonard. Her relationship status and Bruce being....himself got in the way. Then the incident put distance between them in more ways than one.

Cohabitating wasn’t something Bruce was looking for, it was something that happened. For a man who liked the rational and explainable, accidents and happenstance seemed to be controlling everything in his life lately.

Learning to roll with it would have been the best plan. Not one Bruce was going to adopt anytime soon. Now more than ever he lacked control of what he did, it wasn’t time to start leaving things up to chance.

Yet here he sat. Not just in a lab with someone but in a bedroom. An intimate place, not a room you let anyone into but the bedroom. Sitting on the same bed as someone who’s company he actually enjoys. This wasn’t something he deserved.

As the bed moved, giving a reminder of someone else beside him, Bruce was no longer stuck on how comfortable the mattress was. They could have pulled a mattress out of the dumpster and Bruce would have felt like his was sleeping in a palace but this bed was brand new. It enveloped you. Softness surrounded your body but it didn’t lack support, so no aches and pains when you woke up.

Forever ruined on all other sleep surfaces, Bruce enjoyed this one while it was his to enjoy. The same bed was on the level of Stark Tower they'd allowed, no encouraged, to claim as his own. This one was better, though. Better because someone else was here.

Lounging around in his pajamas, hair sticking out in a few directions as he hadn’t bothered to brush it after his shower, curled up with reading material and snacks Bruce felt something he hadn’t in a long time. He didn’t want to assign the word to it but he knew.

He knew it was happiness.

~~~

Plucking the ear buds out one at a time, Tony looks over the man next to him. He can’t help the soppy smile. It’s not like him, he thinks, to look so love sick but anyone who knew Tony would say his face so often gave him away. If you cared enough to pay attention.

This look goes unnoticed and Tony pulls his hand free. Stacking the papers not-so-neatly in their folders. Piling the folders on each other before dropping the stack off the side of the bed. Rendering all the organizing pointless.

Taking the cord from his phone, balling them up and tossing the earbuds on the night stand but not wanting to give up the phone, Tony shuffles on the bed. It’s enough to earn him a look of question from the other but nothing more.

Soon Tony’s laying down but not to sleep. He doesn’t want to give this up. Instead, he worms his way against the body beside him until his head is resting above the stomach. Phone held tight in the hand that’s tossed over, Tony makes himself comfortable.

Bruce doesn’t stir, he doesn’t even lift his eyes from the page. In too many ways he and Tony are too alike. Bruce is afraid if he calls attention to this, Tony will pull back. Tony is afraid to ask for this for fear of rejection. Instead, they both sit there in silence, happier than they’ll express but terrified it’ll be gone in a flash.

It takes some more work for Tony to get comfortable. Bruce waits it out, reading his science journal and listening to his white noise. After a few minutes of little to no movement, Bruce starts to rub his fingers back and forth in the short hairs on Tony’s head. Now Tony’s eyes are closing, it’s involuntary.

He stops checking the phone as often and curls a leg up to tangle in with Bruce’s. Everything is quiet, Bruce’s heartbeat sounds slow though still faster than his own. They lay like that until Tony falls asleep. He hadn’t planned on it but being there with Bruce, the calm scratching of his hair, and the lack of expectations have him drifting anyways.

The last thing he remembers is Rhodes calling him a few more names and knowing he doesn’t have it in him to verbally spar they way they do. His phone rests on the bed and it’s the erratic heartbeat in Bruce’s chest and pages turning faster than they should be that lulls him to sleep. A far cry from glam metal drowning out thoughts.

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