#you submitted two asks and one was on anon so i kept your identity a secret just in case

[cheekinpermission]

"Riddle dressed like Heather Chandler with signature croquet mallet from the cover picture." - idk which of my identities thought about it

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Selina’s Kitten (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Jason Todd X Fem!Reader

Universe: DC, Batman

Warnings: Mention of death of parents.

Request: idk if you're down for something like this, but maybe a thing where the reader is Selina's niece (parents are dead ofc this is DC) and something happens to Selina so bruce takes the reader in and she falls in love with one of the robins? preferably knighting or red hood? Thanks!!this is the anon who submitted the request for Selinas niece, but I was wondering if Selina could have trained the reader to be a vigilante too? named like… kitten or someting? thanks!!

“Kitten, what are you doing here? Where’s Selina?” Bruce asked when he saw you approach him in the alleyway he’d been beckoned to due to the sound of gunfire going off. He hadn’t found any blood, or anyone injured, and as he was investigating, you showed yourself. 

“I fired those shots.” You informed him immediately. “I needed to get you here as soon as possible.” You explained to him. Bruce tilted his head lightly, sensing something was wrong immediately. One, you holding yourself unsure, and two, you were alone. 

“What do you need?” He asked. 

“Selina went out last night and she didn’t come back. She said she’d be gone for 3 hours max. I know that usually means 7 hours but… she’s not answering her phone either, and… I’ve asked some goons around and they’ve not seen her either.” You explained to him. Bruce sighed. That wasn’t good. 

“Okay. Come on.” Bruce told you, and you followed behind him to the car, and he took you back to the cave. He wanted to go out and look for her immediately, having no doubt that she was in danger, but he knew he had to look out for you first, knowing full well if Selina found out he put her needs in front of yours, she’d never forgive him.

You were more than a sort of side kick to the Catwoman. You were her niece, and Selina had took you in after your parents had been killed. It was Gotham, unfortunately this was more common that anyone liked. Sure Selina wasn’t the best role model, having taught you had to pick locks, steal and to lie, but she was a damn good guardian. She made sure you attended school, and now university, had a plan for the future, and she for the most part kept you out of her ‘side job’, though you had helped her enough to have met the Batfamily, and of course know their real identities. You had gone to school with Jason and Dick. Talking of Jason...

“Is Jason gonna be there?” You asked him as he drove, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Ah, he knew about the… relationship between you and his second oldest. It had started the exact minute you two met for the first time. Jason was still Robin and Selina had took you out for some experience, and had been caught. When he was done telling off Selina and they finished their conversation, he finally noticed Jason and you had gone to a corner to talk, and when Selina called you back to her side, you’d stuck your tongue out at each other, before saying you’d see him later. Whenever you ran into Bruce since then, you always asked about Jason and if he was present, you and Jason went and did your own thing, usually causing mischief. When Jason died, you sort of fell of the radar, focussing on your studies and finishing school before continuing to higher education, and becoming very distant from Selina’s work. Bruce was proud of you for it, Selina even more. When Jason came back, despite you now being a hard working student with a bright future, and Jason being a vigilante who distanced himself from his family to work alone and to therefor kill, you two inevitable ended up back by each other’s side, this time with romantic feelings in the mix. Anything actually concrete had yet to be announced, but both Bruce and Selina, as well as all of Jason’s siblings knew it was inevitable.

“ I have no doubt that when we let him know he’ll be right over to make sure you’re alright.” Bruce lightly teased with you, hearing a soft giggle from you, making him smile, before you fell silent for a moment. “I will find her, Y/N. I promise.” 

“What if you can’t? What if…” 

“Then you have us.”

He got you to the batcave, and as soon as the others saw you, Tim was on the comms to tell Jason you were there, while Dick came up to ask what was wrong. Bruce gave a rundown, and Alfred got you something warm to drink, and it wasn’t long after that Jason arrived, stumbling off his bike to get to you quicker. “Hey, you okay?” He asked you, putting a hand on your shoulder and the other being used to examine your face. 

“Yeah… Selina’s missing though.” You told him. 

“I’m going out to find her. Jason I want you to stay with Y/N to make sure she doesn’t go off my herself.” Bruce told his son. Usually telling him to stay behind started an argument, but this time he only nodded and started walking you upstairs. 

“You sure it’s okay to leave those two lovebugs here alone?” Dick asked, getting a smirk from Damian. 

“Maybe they’ll finally admit they love each other.” Bruce simply answered, getting the equipment he needed and starting to head out again, the rest of his kids following after him to start the search for your aunt. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[beautifully-tuan]

1 - sorry not sorry

Jinyoung x musical criticRreader idolverse, smut, angst, eventual fluff Warning: reader is  a kpop hater and a got7 anti at the beginning lol

requested by anon :)

Masterlist

a/n: hello and welcome to a brand new story with Jinyoung! i really really hope you’ll enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed my story with Mark that you can find here if you haven’t read it yet. also this chapter is kind short cause it’s a little bit of an introduction and like placing the context. i hope you’re looking forward to reading the rest :) enjoy!

 Music and writing were what you loved the most, and your job was a perfect combination of the two. You were paid to go to different places across South Korea, discover new music and write about it afterwards. You honestly couldn’t have dreamed of a better job, or so you thought.

 You had always made it clear that you only liked working in the underground and independent music field, but your boss had other plans for you. When he announced that you would have to write a series of articles about GOT7, JYP Entertainment’s top boy group, you wanted to refuse. Of all things, you avoided the K-Pop industry, with its almighty companies and untouchable idols. You didn’t want to work with your hands tied behind your back. Unfortunately, you weren’t really in a good place to refuse and not do your job. You sucked it up, repeating yourself that this would, at least, pay rent and afford food. Hopefully it would only happen once then never again.

 You were integrated into GOT7’s lifestyle after signing a bunch of privacy contracts. When you started “hanging out” with them, you were nothing more than the girl with the notebook in the corner of the room, trying to make yourself as small as possible so that the boys would forget even your very presence. Things went smoothly for the first few days, a little bit too smoothly for your liking, actually. They were in mid-preparation of their comeback, so all you had to do was go with them to the studio and watch them record and work on the tracks with their producers. You were impressed at how good they were, but you weren’t too surprised about it. GOT7’s success must’ve come from somewhere, anyways. So, you spent most of your time finding out things you already knew, not having much to work with.

 That was until, one day, the boys had a meeting with JYP himself to discuss the promotional part of the comeback. The overly commercial side of the K-Pop industry was what annoyed you the most, but you were ready to put your biased opinion aside and be professional about it. The meeting started out normally: the boys and their head producer listened to each track from the album, to which JYP made a few remarks and suggestions. When the last track titled ‘PAGE’ started playing, you saw the boys’ faces light up with pride at Jaebeom, their leader’s good work. Even you had to admit that the song was very well-written, had a good message, and the melody was catchy. The song itself had a fresh vibe to it that you particularly liked. After the song ended, BamBam whistled in admiration and said:

 - “Wow, that’s gonna make an amazing title track.”

 You had indeed heard the boys talk about ‘PAGE’ being their title track, mentioning that JYP had already let them promote songs they had produced themselves in the past. They were so confident about it that you only found it normal for BamBam to talk about ‘PAGE’ as if it was already the title track of the album.

 - “Umm... I don’t agree with that.”

 Silence fell upon the room as the head producer continued speaking.

 - “It’s a really nice song, right? Really nice. JB, you did really well.” He scrunched his nose before continuing: “But I don’t think it fits as the title track. It doesn’t have that thing, that specific GOT7 color that people enjoy. It’s not what people are used to hearing from you guys. I think we should leave ‘PAGE’ as a b-side track and promote ‘Eclipse’ instead, what do you think?”

 From the tone of his voice, you felt he was implicitly giving them a command rather than asking for their opinion. But apparently, you were the only one who seemed to notice, because everyone agreed quite enthusiastically. In the span of three minutes, while you were still processing what had just happened, ‘Eclipse’, the song that JYP himself had written and produced with JB’s participation, was definitively chosen as the title track of the album.

 You were extremely disappointed. Music was supposed to be done for the music, not for the people. Why should there be some sort of market research around it? That was the exact thing you couldn’t stand about K-Pop. It was only ever exploited to make profit. The public’s opinion matters so much to the sales that idols renounce their own identity, only to fit the image that everyone is expecting them to give out. Their creativity was limited, their freedom was almost nonexistent, everything they did was managed by their company. And the worst part of it was that the boys did not even try and protest, simply accepting their fate being thrown into other people’s hands, as if that was the most normal thing on earth.

 The only person who seemed a little upset about this situation was probably Jinyoung. After JYP spoke, he kept rubbing the back of his head every other minute. Maybe he was frustrated, maybe he was just tired, you didn’t know, and you didn’t need to know. He didn’t say anything against the company’s decision either. He was just as much of a puppet as the other members.

 That night, you submitted your first article to your editor to put it on standby for publication. What you wrote was harsh, you conceded. But you only said the truth, the unbiased, too often silenced truth. Before submitting the article, youyour thoughts drifted to Jinyoung and you wondered, one last time, if he was really okay with his situation. Were any of the boys, actually? But Jinyoung in particular, since he was visibly having trouble hiding his discomfort during the meeting. Could it be that he found this industry just as unfair as you did? What would he think of your article if he read it?

 You quickly brushed those thoughts off. You were internally convinced that Jinyoung and the boys didn’t even care about what you had to write about them. They were probably used to seeing people like you coming and going all the time and always saying different things. Little did you know that, soon enough, Jinyoung would become a way bigger part of your life... But most importantly, that article you wrote would come and resurface to turn everything upside down.

Part Two

[marvel-lous-things]

First off:

Thank you all so much??

When I started using this blog like,,, 8 months ago,,, I thought I'd peak at 2k. But then y'all just had to go and prove me wrong huh?? ok.

I guess I'll just have to repay you in shitposts. Smh.

Anyway,

In all honesty, though, I've had so much fun with this blog and it's all cus of y'all?

I've met and made friends with some amazing (however slightly messed up sksjsks) and utterly lovable people, gotten over my self doubt to an extent that I posted fics without immediately deleting them, received so many nice anons, found a community of absolutely brilliant folks who share my skewed sense of humour,,,

Damn. This list could go on and on.

Welp. "Thank you" doesn't even begin to cover it but:

THANK YOU ALL!! SO MUCH!!! ILY!!! AAAA!!!

Second:

I'm doing two things for my follower milestone!!

1) I'm introducing a tag!!

From now on, I'll be tracking #marvellousthings (because I'm an uncreative binch) so if you tag any of your posts as the aforementioned, you can bet your socks that I'll see it, like it, maybe reblog it :D etc etc.

So,,, Go wild, frens.

2) a creative challenge!

Ok let's face it, the "trans Peter" tag deserves a lot more love than it's getting right now.

After Tumblr user transpeter was bullied off this website by terfs, the tag's been depressingly empty, ya know?

I miss the warm feeling I got from interacting with the happy community, and reading posts by people about how the headcanon made them feel validated!!

Unfortunately, now, it's only shitposts and the occasional ask (which is great, but I want so much more??)

And that's where it stands. Trans!peter is a cute lil headcanon that needs your creativity and imagination to be kept alive.

So, that's exactly what I'm aiming at.

I want you (yes, you!!) to:

➡️Write a fic

➡️Draw fanart

➡️Write headcanons

➡️Make photo/gif edits

➡️ make Moodboards

Etc

(basically, I just want to bring the tag back to life ya know)

Rules (for writing challenge):

Peter has to be trans (o dam didn't see that one coming)

But the fic doesn't have to revolve entirely around his identity

A paragraph or so acknowledging it would be mighty cool!!

Bonus points if he's written as Bi-derman and aggressively Gen Z

Actually no bonus points but I will love you forever ??

Reader insert fics are an underutilized source of creative expression and are therefore highly encouraged

Use appropriate tags and trigger warnings

Discussion of transphobia (internalised or otherwise) is a-okay, hell, even appreciated, but please be respectful ❤️

Use a "read more" link after the first 200-300 words, please!

(Similar rules apply to headcanons, minus the word limit and the read more rule)

Rules (for fanart/edits/mood boards)

Include the trans flag in your art!

Whether it's as a colour scheme, background, t-shirt, cap, badge, or anything else is entirely up to you

Don't post stolen art, please!!

Finally (and this applies to all of the above):

Don't write/draw/edit anything nsfw

Don't even try to submit anything that has anything to do with st*rker

Actually don't submit anything involving a relationship between Peter and an adult

Make sure you tag your posts as #marvellousthings so that I can see them

Oh yeah and you need to be following moi, of course

Deadline is Christmas! I hope that gives you guys enough time!

Make Extra sure you tag me in your posts too! (As in: @me)

It would be heckin nice of you to reblog this post 💗

That's all.

Have fun, don't set anything on fire, and raise this adorable headcanon from the dead, my dudes ✨

(I'm tagging a few mutuals, feel free to ignore though 💗)

@the-not-so-ketogenic-kid @marvel-or-not-to-marvel @asaelia @cosmic-disasters @avengvr @accurate-incorrect-marvel-quotes @windexnoises @are-you-shuris @its-ya-boi-demon @anxieteaandbiscuits @my-babies-are-ash @gumgamug @spiderboiii @demi-god-witch @nonbinari-goat @just-a-marvel-fan @mysteryavengers @lesbiansassemble @ironmanstan @underoosstark @gabrielthepisces @loki-the-pan-icon @loki-against-onision @rosiebrie @hopenichole @time-to-spleen @pietropeterimagines

PS: all challenge-related posts and asks will be tagged #transunderoos so feel free to blacklist!

[elsewhereuniversity]

ASKS - Names

Asks sent to my main, answered here. Themes - what’s a true name, exactly?

Anon said: So what happens with people who have officially changed their names? I'm thinking especially for trans students who change names to match their gender, but anybody who's gone through the process of legally changing names. Would their deadname still be their "true name" as far as the Gentry are concerned?

Anon said: how would the name thing work with deadnames? would the deadname be the "real name" or the name from birth?

Anon said: What if you legally changed your name? Would that still hold power or something or just your birth name?

Anon said: More for the name things: What about trans students? My name is Lucian but my birth name is completely different. Which one would count as my true name?

Anon said: In terms of trans folks at EU, would their birth name be the one that could control them? Or would it be their preferred name?

Anon said: About the name thing, how does that work for trans people? Do the fae go by birth certificate or what you believe as your name?

Anon said: What about preferred names? Like I don't feel any attachment to my birth/legal name and no one calls me by it. What would be considered dangerous to use?

orendork said: EU question: Would a trans person's real name be their birth name or their chosen name?? Like would it be safe to go by a chosen name?

lupus-lunarem submitted: At elsewhere University if you have a legal name change which name is then used against you? Your birth name or changed name?

Anon said: In response to the question of "true names", I wonder if the Fae could be tricked by the giving of a deadname. Perhaps a trans person/someone who changed their name for personal reasons might be able to give a member of the Folk their deadname as a part of a bargain & the faery would accept it as a part of the bargain, since more antiquated traditions might designate that as the "true name". However, since the person's deadname doesn't really have power over them, the bargain could be safe while remaining valid

zeromylesperhour said: I rly liked your idea of the trans kids playing games for simple things like voice changes. I've also always thought about how true names would work in that situation! Like a faerie might think it has power over a trans kid because it knows their "name" but it's their birth name and not their real name.

Especially in a place where belief holds such power as it does at Elsewhere University, your true name would be your preferred name - the one that means you, heart and soul. While on campus, you should keep it secret from all but those you trust with your life. Your deadname would have no power over you. The legal status of your true name doesn’t matter; it draws its power from the weight and identity you give it.

As far as the Gentry are concerned, in folklore one’s true name was often synonymous with one’s birth name, and I imagine that because of this, for a time after Elsewhere began to seep back into the world, they would ask a birth name as a price for a boon, and occasionally be very, very surprised when it was given without a fight and held no power at all. They have learned to be more careful for what they ask for since then, but not after several rather embarrassing deals, and every once in a while one of the more antiquated Fair Folk will make this mistake over again.

Anon said: So I have another question about names! For reasons, I've always been called by my middle name over my first name by people close to me. Would it count as not giving my name to the fae if I use my first name, which I don't feel as connected to?

Anon said: Didn't the tradition of giving middle names to children came from superstition about the power of true names. This got me thinking, are you ok in Elsewhere U if you have a middle name and you use your first- and last name freely, and do the school official papers keep record of the middle names of the students

theperidotshade said: On the subject of names at Elsewhere University, I'm curious about how it would work out for people like me who go by our middle names/double names. They're essentially nicknames, because we actively choose which of our names to go by, but they were still given to us, so...?

ambicolor said: Sorry if this has been asked before, but what about middle names? My cousin goes by his, but would that count as a true name?

automatomicatomaton said: On the bit about true names - how much power do middle names have?

For some people their identity is very much tied up in their full name and the sense of connection to family it provides, among other reasons; for these people it would be an extremely bad idea to give away any part of it, although full control would possibly be dependent on knowing the full name.

For others, who only feel a strong connection to a piece of their full name, the parts that don’t mean anything to you wouldn’t have any power. However, giving out any part your name that might be on record would be inadvisable. Even if your first or last name alone doesn’t carry any significance, it would make it easier for something to potentially dig up your full name and work out the piece that does mean something. The University takes great care with the official paperwork, and it’s generally considered secure between the custom iron file folders and the encrypted online systems, but, you know. Murphy’s Law.

Anon said: Okay, so on the topic of true names I have something that I've been wondering about. I have two names (English and Hebrew) both given to me by my parents. Which do you think would count as my true name, or is it just a situation of having more to hide from Them?

Anon said: ooo for true names - what about those of us who were born with two different names in two different languages, gifted at the same time? We're one in one country and a different name in another - which name would be our true name? The one used more often? The one which was technically written down first?

It depends what they mean to you – if one is significantly more fundamental to your sense of self than the other, that would be your true name; if they’re equally important they should both be hidden (although I think potentially with two True Names, one would need to know both in order to have full power over you. If you were given a command by someone who Named you with only one of your two names, the compulsion would be strong but you’d stand a chance of resisting).

Anon said: would there be a loophole around being controlled by your given name if They mispronounced it? Like, if you were to give Them your own name written down, and when They speak it They mispronounce it... ? Would that negate the control, while still being a fair trade on your part?

theperidotshade said: Also, what if someone pronounces their name differently than it's phonetically spelled, or typically pronounced? Could they use the typical pronunciation and be safe, or is it about more than just how the name is spoken?

A mispronounced name – a name spoken differently than the version you know to be yours -couldn’t control you. A spoken or signed (as in sign language, not signature) name holds power, and so it must be spoken correctly. A written name does not, in the sense that if someone who knew your true name slipped you a note with your name and a command, you would not be compelled to obey it. But honestly banking on mispronunciation would barely buy you time at all – they’d figure out how to say it sooner rather than later, if only by repeating it a hundred times with increasingly outlandish inflections.

Anon said: So let's say someone was trans and they hadn't come out yet but they had already picked a name out would that be the name they shouldn't give to the gentry?

Yeah, it would – it doesn’t matter how many other people know it (and the fewer the better among people on campus). What makes it a true name is that it’s who you consider yourself to be.

Anon said: Okay, what about a hypothetical scenario in which all of the logistical issues are handwaved away and a person has no "true name"? Like, hippie parents living off the grid (no birth certificates) who just wait, making no assumptions because they believe in self-determination, until their little tyke is old enough to choose a name?

If you’re in the unusual position of never having found a name that you feel a strong connection to, you would be invulnerable in this particular aspect of campus life.

curiousmindsinlurve said: About the names thing theoretically speaking if someone got married and took on their spouses' last name would their maiden name hold more power? Or is it vice versa?

Whichever holds the most significance – I imagine that it varies pretty wildly between people who are radiantly happy to share their loved one’s last name and people who have changed their name because it’s customary but still feel a strong connection to their maiden name and the family history that comes with it.

mithrils-hanger said: Elsewhere U musings, and i suspect that my RPG writer experience has given me a skewed perspective of what is important, but. can you imagine how intense the University's efforts at protecting their records must be? forget mundane identity theft issues, the Payroll, Registrar, and Records departments house untold numbers of true names in their files. every employee. every student. present and all those past. even something as simple as an attendance roster could spell the doom of a student.

nickystar said: A question about EU, if it hasn't been answered already: I assume that to enroll at the school, you'd legally have to apply using your real name, and those in charge of the school would keep these names on lists somewhere. But how do they keep the Fair Folk from finding them and using them for their gain, and who all would have access to the names?

Everything legally and unavoidably essential is kept locked in custom iron filing folders and behind several layers of encryption in the heavily guarded computer systems, in the heavily guarded offices that deal with these things. Students and professors are referred to from the first week on by their chosen names, and they’re kept track of with student ID numbers and photos. It’s not usual for the exhaustively screened staff in charge of all this to have nightmares about making a mistake.

oddloop said: I feel true names would still have power. Whether or not its chosen or given, it is your power and closer to your heart, so by giving that knowledge to someone else you share your power, give them the power over you that you have yourself

True names absolutely have power – it’s hooked into the fundamentals of who you know yourself to be. It can obviously be used for harm, to compel you against your will. But it can be used to save you - this is the flipside. If you’ve eaten the food underhill, if you are too enchanted or dazzled or lost to find your own way back to your own mind, someone who knows your true name can break the spell and call you home.

pretzel-log1c said: In certain tales, Nicknames can be just as powerful as True Names. Especially if they are given. Are their any students that get trapped into the mold of their nickname? Like say, if a student went by Mouse?

It’s happened before. With any luck you don’t choose a safename that has any huge significance to you, and you’re aware enough of your own emotions to tell if you’re getting too attached to it. But these are not guarantees.

Your nickname probably won’t change you. But the rules are bendy here.

tookmelongenough-right said: In regards to Elsewhere U and names, I remember a series where you could bargain to give away one name per boon, so someone could, if they were desperate enough, make up to three deals with the fae. Four, if you had two last names.

If your true name is your full name all together, if you name yourself with the entirety of it – then yes, you could sell it piece by piece. Each fragment would have some power, enough to buy something valuable, if they thought you’d be coming back to make another deal or three.

kikinickle said: Another question about True Names: If you've had a nickname as long as you've had your real name, given to you at birth (or even before birth) and used as often as your legal name (though by fewer people) throughout your life, does it count as much as your legally given name?

It depends on its relevance to who you consider yourself to be.

[artificialqueens]

Love Lingered On His Lips (Biadore) - Lemonade

AN: I’m sorry it’s been…close to a month since I last submitted something. My mental health and creative muse took a road trip to rock bottom and they didn’t come home until a few days ago lmao. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this!! Italics = thoughts. (also i’m sorry my author notes are a mess this is the #realme) (also x2 to the anon who asked about my abc fic like two weeks ago i am planning on continuing it!!! i have some of it written (along w/ four other unfinished fics bc i am trash)  i don’t know when exactly i’ll get it out but i 100% want to finish it)

It had been months since the pair last saw each other in person. Danny moved to Seattle and Roy always kept busy with work. They FaceTimed on occasion and spoke in their long standing group chat. It worked, but it wasn’t enough. They both found themselves missing the days they were traveling the world together. Touring took a huge tole on Danny’s all around health; Roy was his silver lining. He looked after Danny when he was too drunk and out of control, he wiped away his tears when he was physically exhausted and emotionally drained, he made him laugh, he played with his hair and kissed his fingertips: Roy made Danny fall in love with him.

Danny so desperately wanted to kick his lyft drivers seat and tell him to burn fucking rubber, he had someone important waiting for him. Instead he huffed in frustration, asking how long until they would arrive at his apartment. Twenty minutes was the answer.

Danny: Sorry, my driver’s a slow ass bitch. I don’t know if I’ll get there before you.

Roy was getting antsy. He was more than sure a kid pulling him in a little red wagon would get him to Danny’s apartment faster than this uber driver. He rolled his eyes in frustration, asking how long until they would arrive at their destination. Twenty minutes was the answer.

Roy: I don’t think they could be any slower than this idiot driving me. I’m pretty sure we’re still in L.A.!

Danny quietly chuckled at Roy’s text.

—-

Roy ended up beating Danny to his apartment, only by a few seconds apparently. As Roy unloaded his suitcases he heard a familiar voice– his favorite voice call his name. The man barely had time to turn around before Danny’s entire body was wrapped around his in a koala hug. Roy nearly fell over at the sudden impact of Danny crashing into him, but regained his balance, not wanting to drop the precious human in his arms.

Danny nuzzled his face into the crook of Roy’s neck. Roy finally had enough composure to squeeze Danny back tightly. “I’ve missed you.” Danny’s words were mumbled against Roy’s neck. Roy heard them perfectly. “I’ve missed you too.” He pressed a kiss to Danny’s head. “Now get off,” Roy could only be sappy for so long. “I’m too old for you to be jumping on me like that. Next time you might break my hip.” Danny cackled, but obeyed. “Shut the fuck up, you’re not even that old.” He pecked Roy’s cheek before taking a few of his bags.

—

“I thought you were only staying for a week, what’s with all the luggage?” Danny asked as he threw the suitcases haphazardly onto his living room floor. Roy chose to sit the bags he was carrying against the wall instead. “I also have a gig. It takes a lot to make this old bitch look good.” He was planning on staying at a hotel, but the minute Danny heard he would be in Seattle he insisted Roy not only stay with him, but come a week early so they could catch up. There was no resistance on Roy’s part.

“Sorry about the mess.” Danny kicked an empty beer can across the room. “I’ve been writing so much lately, living in filth helps me get inspired.” Danny plopped down on his couch and Roy followed.

“What about?” You, is what Danny wanted to say. “A bunch of shit.” He shrugged his shoulders. Roy brushed a piece of hair away from Danny’s face as he spoke and pushed it behind his ear. He’d been growing his hair out, Roy thought he looked like a goddess. Danny acted as if the slight touch didn’t faze him, the tinge of pink coloring his cheeks betrayed that semblance. “Well don’t hold out on me.” Roy could listen to Danny talk about his music, or anything he was particularly excited about for hours, so he did. Danny went on about his writing process, showed Roy songs and poems he had written (conveniently leaving the ones about Roy in his folder), and explained the meaning behind each and every one of them. He told Roy about his YouTube channel, all the ideas he had for its revival. He shared stories from the set of his recent photoshoot and explained to Roy how he had finally discovered, and came to terms with his gender identity. Roy loved it. Danny seemed happier than he had ever personally seen him. His eyes lit up, his hands flew around in the air the more his excitement grew, his smile–fuck his smile was so wide, and bright, and genuine. Roy wanted to grab his face and smash their lips together about a hundred different times as they spoke.

No one ever listened to Danny ramble the way Roy did. Sure, people heard him, or let him speak into the void in their presence, but Roy truly listened to him. He seemed genuinely interested in everything Danny said, got excited about something when Danny got excited. He felt like he could tell him anything and Roy would never dismiss him, or judge him, or make him feel stupid like others had.

Time had completely slipped from their grasp. It was late, far too late to do anything other than go to a bar. Danny was a regular at this point. He liked to write in bars, observe people, karaoke had become one of his favorite activities, but not tonight. He wanted Roy to himself tonight (and every other night of his life too).

—-

Danny slowly inhaled smoke into his lungs before passing the shared blunt to Roy. He was the only person who could get Roy to smoke with them. He smiled to himself at the memory of Jinkx and himself betting on it; Of course Danny won. When Jinkx asked how he managed it, Danny left out the fact that he bribed Roy with a blowjob. “What are you smiling at?” Roy’s words were strangled as he tried not to cough like he had a severe case of bronchitis. Danny absentmindedly rubbed his back to sooth him.

“Remember the first time we smoked together?”

“You mean when you sucked my dick? Yeah.” They both laughed.

“Well that’s what I was thinking about.”

“If you want to suck my dick again all you have to do is ask. No need to cum in your pants over a memory.” Danny slapped his arm, taking the blunt back from him. Roy’s eyes followed the blunt to Danny’s lips. His soft, full lips that Roy couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss, bite, or have them wrapped around his cock. His breath hitched at the possibility of any of those scenarios becoming a reality, quickly pushing the intrusive thoughts away. “That’s not what I meant.” Danny finally spoke after blowing smoke from his pull. “Jinkx and I had a bet: who could get you high first. They don’t know I won because of a blowjob.”

“I would have smoked with you regardless of whether you sucked me off or not.” I would do anything you asked me to without a second thought.

“I know.” I wanted to. I want to right now.

The blunt burned down to a roach, discarded on the balcony floor as Danny moved from his own seat to Roy’s lap. No protest was put up on Roy’s end. He snaked an arm around Danny’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder. They sat silently for a while, enjoying the stars, the cool night breeze, and most importantly each other. The moment felt so cozy Danny nearly blurted out an ‘I love you’. Love lingered on his lips so often around Roy it was a miracle he hadn’t confessed his undying devotion to this man a thousand times over.

Danny’s hair was tied up in a little bun, the lose pieces in front of his face blowing wildly with the direction of the wind made him look like some beautiful bad boy straight out of a shitty rom-com movie. Roy couldn’t stop staring. His heart felt so heavy with love for the person in his lap. Love, not lust. Roy had accepted the fact that he was in love with Danny ages ago. He did try to blame lust at first; Danny was sex personified, why wouldn’t he want to fuck him? It quickly became more than that. He wanted to take care of him, hold him, make him laugh every chance he had–love. If Roy could pour every ounce of affection he had into Danny he would.

Roy’s musing was interrupted by Danny’s lips softly, sweetly, and all too shortly pressing against his. It wasn’t abnormal for them to kiss each other’s lips swollen, but this, this was different. This felt delicate, and vulnerable, and innocent. Roy leaned up to meet Danny’s lips again in a kiss just as tender. He could feel Danny smile against him, which made him smile in return.

A look of complete serenity washed over Danny’s face as he pulled away from Roy’s lips. He tasted like weed and vanilla flavored Chapstick. Roy’s features softened at the sight of him. He reached his hand up to cup Danny’s face, the pad of his thumb caressing his cheek. “What was that for?” I love you. Danny just grinned down at him and shrugged, placing another kiss to his forehead.

He could blame it on the weed, or the exhaustion from traveling, or on Danny since he had initiated the first kiss…

Roy’s hand glided from Danny’s cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer before catching Danny’s lips with his own. The chaste nature of their previous shared kisses was far gone. Roy wasted no time plunging his tongue into Danny’s mouth. From the outside, they looked like they were trying to swallow each other whole. On the inside, this was the only way to express their overwhelming feelings for one another. Every unsaid word, every unexpressed emotion, every ‘what if’ was poured into that kiss.

Roy’s hand moved again, from holding Danny in place by his neck to his hair. Carefully, he let Danny’s hair lose from its bun, tangling his fingers in the loose tresses. Roy knew from experience how much Danny adored having his hair played with.

While Roy massaged his scalp, Danny moved between the two of them, his hand finding Roy’s cock as he palmed him through his jeans. Roy moaned into the kiss, his hand tugging on Danny’s hair in response. “Hold on to me.” Roy instructed, muttering the words into Danny’s mouth. He did as he was told, wrapping his arms around Roy’s neck, then his legs around his waist when Roy stood with him in his arms. The walk back to the bedroom was bumpy. Roy stumbled over the step connecting the apartment to the balcony, knocked into furniture, and accidentally took them inside of the bathroom at first. All because he couldn’t tear his lips away from Danny’s for five seconds.

When they finally made it, Roy sat at the edge of the bed with Danny in his lap. Both hands rested on Danny’s ass, squeezing occasionally as they made out. He could spend the next week just kissing Danny, really. His plump lips working against his, their tongues gliding against each other, Danny’s quiet moans whenever Roy bit down on his bottom lip, and his fingers grazing against his jaw felt like a taste of heaven Roy would never be ready to let go of.

Danny reveled in their fervent kissing. It wasn’t the first time, definitely wouldn’t be the last time, but something about it felt special. He drank in the last few moments before reluctantly breaking his lips away from Roy’s. He caught a look of disappointment etched on Roy’s face before reconnecting his lips with Roy’s skin. Danny kissed Roy’s neck, letting his tongue roll over the sensitive flesh as he did so. Roy’s eyes fluttered shut, his head lulling back as he became lost in the sensation. Danny introduced teeth, roughly sucking the skin after biting into it, ending with a soothing pass of his tongue and small kiss. The sinful sounds coming from Roy were all the encouragement he needed to continue his ministrations.

Danny smirked as he felt Roy grow hard against his own erection. He gave him one last throbbing love bite before trailing his lips up his neck, pressing a kiss right behind his ear. “Lay down.” Danny whispered to him, his voice husky and drunk with lust. Danny dismounted him so Roy could position himself properly on the bed. The anticipation was killing him. He wanted nothing more than to take Danny right away, but he knew that everything leading up to it would be well worth the wait. Danny crawled over him, forcing Roy to spread his legs to make room for him. The blown out pupils of his eyes nearly made Roy’s mouth go dry. God, he was delectable. Danny rekindled their searing kiss from earlier, Roy’s hand found it’s way back into Danny’s hair. He began to grind down against Roy, their clothed cocks lined up perfectly. Roy hadn’t expected the moved, his hips involuntarily bucked up to meet Danny’s. He giggled against his lover lips. “Someone’s eager.” Danny teased. “Shut up.” Roy warned through gritted teeth, which earned him a harsh bite to his bottom lip.

Danny sat up purposefully, pulling Roy’s shirt slowly over his head. He took a few minutes to admire Roy’s body, letting his hands run over the smooth skin of his torso, making a mental note of every place he touched that made Roy’s muscles twitch under his fingertips. Every place that did so was where his lips connected to next. Roy’s breath hitched in his throat at the contact. Danny trailed down his body until he reached the waist band of Roy’s jeans. He rested his hand on the leather belt. “Can I?” Roy looked down at him and nodded earnestly. “I told you all you have to do is ask.” Danny chuckled at the reference to their conversation earlier.

Now, with consent, Danny hurriedly undid Roy’s belt, buttons, and zipper. He pulled Roy’s pants and boxers off all at once. He was already leaking a great deal. Wasting no time, Danny immediately began pumping him, using his wrist for added motion. Roy let out a shaky moan as his head fell against the pillows. His back arched slightly off of the bed as Danny quickened his pace. Having this control over Roy, knowing how much pleasure he could provide him, made Danny feel something he couldn’t describe. Whatever it was, it was good, and made his heart feel oddly full. Danny kissed up Roy’s inner thigh, stopping to suck at the skin as Roy whimpered. “I love you’ lingered on Danny’s lips, he had enough restraint to hold it in.

Danny stopped all at once without warning, not giving Roy too long to complain before taking all of him into his mouth. Roy gasped at the sudden warmth and wetness surrounding him. His had flew to Danny’s hair, the other grabbed at the sheets as Danny hollowed out his cheeks and began bobbing his head. He cupped Roy’s balls, gently toying with them as he continued to suck him off. Roy squirmed beneath him, Danny inching him closer to the edge. When Roy looked down, he was met with Danny’s eyes staring right back at him. Fuck, didn’t he know what that did to him? Didn’t he know that those big doe eyes were the most adorable, yet sexist thing he had ever seen?

Roy tugged on his hair. “Come here.” He demanded. Danny let him go with a pop, crawling back up his body until his face was hovering over his. “Yes, daddy?” Danny smirked. Roy gulped. He knew exactly what he was doing. Roy crashed his lips against Danny’s. Holding him close to his body as his tongue made a new home out of his mouth. As they kissed Roy became more aware of the unfortunate fact that Danny still had clothes on. He flipped them over so he was on top, pressing Danny into the mattress. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, quickly pulling it over his head. “You’re fucking beautiful.” He huffed out, his hands running over Danny’s chest and sides. Danny had a crooked rib, which Roy thought was precious and unique to him. He had never heard of, let alone seen anyone with a wonky rib before. It caused a dent in his side, and poked out oddly depending on how he moved his body. Danny always hated it. Roy could remember Danny telling him if there was one thing about his body he would change, that would be it. Roy took his time, letting his fingers trace over the bone before leaning down to kiss across it. “I mean that.” He reassured him. If Danny’s cheeks weren’t already flushed pink, they were now.

Once he acquired permission, Roy was quick to discard of Danny’s pants and little black thong (now wet with precum). He kissed across his waist band, and up his stomach, to his chest and collar bone where he left small love bites. He showered his face with sweet kisses that made Danny giggle. Roy’s heart swelled at the sound. “You’ve got condoms and lube, right?” He asked as he peppered kisses to Danny’s cheek and jaw. “Mhm.” Danny hummed, enjoying the affection he was being given too much to answer properly. “Where are they?” Roy’s lips were now on Danny’s neck, his only answer being a sultry moan. Roy couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself. He sucked at the delicate flesh, marking Danny’s neck with a purple bruise the size of his mouth.

Roy removed his lips from Danny’s skin so he could answer properly. “Seriously, babe. Where are they?” Danny pointed to the nightstand. “Second drawer.” Roy was quick to retrieve what he needed, noticing that neither box had been opened prior to that moment. “Dry spell?” Roy inquired as he climbed back on the bed. Danny shook his head. “Vow of celibacy.” Danny snickered. “Which is clearly out the fucking window now. I just– I don’t know, wasn’t comfortable with people touching me, I guess.” He admitted. “You know we don’t have to do this, right?” Roy was quick to reassure him of that. He never wanted Danny to feel like he was obligated to have sex with him just because they’ve hooked up before.

“I want to. It’s different with you.”

“How so?”

“You appreciate me. You aren’t just looking at me as some sort of human blowup doll for your own pleasure. I’m not letting guys treat my body like that anymore.”

Roy beamed down at him with all the pride in the world. I’m proud of you. Danny spoke as if he finally realized all of the worth in himself that everyone else had been seeing for years. He leaned down to peck his cheek, letting the subject go with that. Danny smiled sweetly as he did so. Thank you.

“Turn around.” Roy instructed. He grabbed the pillows from the head of Danny’s bed as he moved off of them, placing them under his stomach. “That should be more comfortable.” Roy’s hands started at Danny’s shoulders, massaging them. They drifted downwards, massaging his lower back next. Danny couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t enjoying all of this attention. He felt worshiped, and taken care of; He always did with Roy.

Roy’s hands were now on Danny’s ass, squeezing and massaging his cheeks. His right hand came up, instantly crashing against his skin, pulling a guttural moan from Danny. “Fuck!” He called out. “Do that again, Please.” So Roy did. Once, twice, three times. By the fourth spank the hand print on Danny’s skin had became so red and raw Roy refused to do it again, no matter how much he begged for it. He blew a stream of cool air against the burning flesh to sooth it. Roy rubbed the area for extra comfort before moving on to part Danny’s cheeks. Teasingly, he traced Danny’s hole with the tip of his tongue. Danny hissed at the contact, needing more than what he was getting, but loving it anyway. Roy switched between lapping at his entrance, adding slight suction to his ministrations, and dipping his tongue inside of him. He brought his arm up to hold Danny down by his lower back as he squirmed beneath him. No matter how times they had sex, Roy never failed to surprise Danny with just how good he was at it. He didn’t know why, but he never expected it from him. The sounds emitting from Danny made it almost painful for Roy to remove his mouth from him.

Danny adjusted his position while Roy reached for the lube he had tossed on the bed beforehand. Roy squeezed a small amount onto his hand, warming it up between his fingers. The bottle was thrown back behind him for when they would need it again. Roy pressed a single digit against Danny’s entrance. “Ready?” Danny nodded. “Yes.” He slid inside of him, muffled whimpers leaving Danny’s lips as Roy prepared him. He added a second finger, scissoring inside of him. Then a third at Danny’s request. Roy had been kissing Danny’s freckled shoulder when Danny thought he had enough. “Roy, I’m ready.” Danny whined breathlessly. He carefully pulled his fingers from him, the loss disappointed Danny, but excited him for Roy.

Roy ripped the condom open with his teeth, quickly rolling it onto himself. He wondered if Danny knew he was just as desperate to be inside of him as Danny was to receive him. He spread the excess lube on his fingers over Danny’s hole, squirting more on to his hand to warm it up then lathering it on his cock. Roy lined himself up with Danny, teasing him with the tip, but not fully pushing inside of him yet. Danny threw his head back. “Roy, please.” Danny fidgeted impatiently underneath him. “Alright, alright.” Was the only warning Danny got before Roy was completely inside of him. They moaned in unison as Roy entered him. Roy did his best to hold off from fucking Danny’s brains out so he’d have time to adjust, Danny was having none of that. He slammed his ass against Roy and Roy took the hint. Grabbing his hips, he began to thrust inside of Danny. The string of moans and curses spilling from Danny’s lips served as encouragement for Roy to pick up his pace and hit deeper inside of him. When his grunts heightened in pitch, Roy knew he hit his prostate.

The way he threw his head back, his wild moaning as if these walls weren’t paper thin, his straining muscles, and the beads of sweat rolling down his back were a feast for Roy’s eyes. Danny had to be, without a doubt, the most stunning person Roy ever had the pleasure of sleeping with; Even from behind. It was a rule of his: do not face anyone during sex, unless they’re your boyfriend. He tried to keep that rule while with Danny as well, but he was too fucking beautiful, and as Danny said earlier, it was different between them. Danny wasn’t just some random trade that he’d regret fucking the minute he came. Roy leaned down against him, pounding into him slower, but deeper. Roy moaned right into his ear, which sent a shiver up Danny’s spine.

He bit down on the same ear he moaned into before whispering to him. “Turn around. I need to see you.” Roy pulled out so Danny could lay on his back, kicking the pillows that were supporting him out of the way. Roy kneeled between his legs, propping both up on his shoulder for the best access to him. He pushed back inside of Danny, the room filled with a mixture of their moans and the sound of Roy’s hips beating against him. Danny had the fleeting thought that his neighbors were going to be pissed the next time he saw them. “Look at me.” Roy grabbed Danny’s face, turning his gaze in his own direction. He pressed their foreheads together, their eyes locked as Roy put every ounce of feeling he had for Danny into their love making–this couldn’t be called fucking anymore. A dizzying feeling came over the both of them as they breathed in each other’s air, their mouths agape as they could barely contain the sounds escaping them. Danny’s eyes rolled back and Roy nearly came at the sight. “I love you!” Danny cried out.

Wait. Wait. That wasn’t in his head. That was out loud. He heard it. Roy heard it, he had stop thrusting. Danny was almost too scared to open his eyes again, so he didn’t. Roy looked at him astonished, though he wouldn’t know that since his eyes were still squeezed shut. Did he mean that? Was it just heat of the moment? Roy knew things could slip, especially the word love, at such an intimate time. “Danny…Do you mean that?” Danny opened one eye, still too embarrassed to open both and face the situation his was in. “Yes.” His tone was defeated, as if he had already made up his mind that there was no chance Roy would feel the same. “I love you too.” That got him to open his eyes. He swallowed down the metaphorical block in his throat.

“You do?”

“I do.”

Roy connected their lips again, tongues swirling around each other. He continued his thrusts with more intensity than before. Danny had already been close when he blurted out his three year long pent up ‘I love you’. They had slept together more than enough times for Roy to know what Danny writhing beneath him the way he was meant. “You gonna cum for me, baby?” He rasped out against Danny’s lips. “You first.” Danny stammered, his hands moving down to squeeze Roy’s ass. Roy chuckled. “Cute, but I doubt it.” Roy bit his bottom lip, knowing how absolutely crazy that drove him. He reached down between them to stroke Danny’s neglected, profusely leaking cock. “Not fair–” Danny’s back arched off of the bed. “I’m gonna cum!” He spilled over on Roy’s hand and his own stomach. Roy only needed the sight of Danny orgasming to reach his own climax.

Roy rode the both of them through their orgasm, pulling out and trashing the condom when they both gained more composure. “So you love me?” Roy cheekily teased. “Shut up!” Danny blushed. “You love me too.” He spat back almost shyly. “I do.” Roy kissed his forehead, pulling him into his arms. “Hey, in my book, screaming 'I love you’ during sex is a lot better than screaming 'not today satan.” Danny cracked up, his neighbors were sure to complain about not only about the moaning, but the cackling too.

“I still don’t believe that story, bitch.”

“Trust me, I wish I were making it up.” Roy intertwined his fingers with Danny’s. “I think this is a better one.”