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Watch "15 minutes of Mickey Milkovich being an iconic King" on YouTube

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Random theory here but! What if Jeremiah had manic episodes where he channeled it into his designing and creating buildings? Plus, he could hyper-fixate on Jerome, thus offering 2 ways of channeling his mania.

To outsiders it would look like Jeremiah is a brilliant, but overly dedicated workaholic. Of course, the man has justified reasons to fear Jerome (based on the so-called horror stories he recounts about his brother).

Jerome recognizes it for what it is. He's just sick of Jeremiah pretending to be normal when in actuality he isn't. Far from it in fact.

Good thing Jerome loves Jeremiah so much. He'll set him free.

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…anyway

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The way Klaus and Sparrow!Ben were cuddling during the after party…. Then cut to the scene where they wake up hungover AF and partially nude. Immediately Sparrow!Ben is calling for Klaus, and seconds later Klaus is all handsy with Sparrow!Ben. “You opened your kimono to me~” are Klaus’s exact words (felt very flirty to me). I feel like Sparrow!Ben’s reaction meant he (probably) did something embarrassing and displays instant hostility towards Klaus — makes me think they did more then just cuddle. 

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baby’s first OC!

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Im pretty sure that happened right?!

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Eddie Munson Collectible

For @subeddieweek Day 4 | T | 1115 | transfem Steve, playing dress up, fluff, established relationship, Eddie in a dress :3 and I've included a lil doodle

"What are you doing?"

Eddie jumps a foot in the air at the sudden intrusion, grasping at his chest. 

"Fuck!" he yelps, eyes bulging at his girlfriend, who suddenly appeared at the doorframe, leaning casually against it and observing his antics. 

It's not like she was being stealthy, and his music wasn't turned up that loud either. He was just too preoccupied with whatever he was doing to notice her coming back home.

And that thing seemed to be trying on Stephanie's dresses. 

"You scared the shit out of me. Do you want me to die?" he wheezes. But she doesn't care about his heart right now. What she cares about are his hairy shins sticking out from her yellow summer dress. 

"Were you playing dress up without me?" she asks, raising her eyebrow. 

Eddie gulps, grabbing the flowy fabric absentmindedly. 

"Uh, yeah? I was kinda curious how it feels."

Stevie is silent for too long, but when he looks up, all he sees is her glowing smile. 

"Well, why didn't you say so?" she asks cheerfully.

She steps into their bedroom and opens their wardrobe wider. She hums and ahhs until she finds the thing she's looking for, pulling it from between the flowing fabric. 

"I got this one because it reminded me of you. It's not really my style, you know."

It wasn't and he thought as well when he first saw it but you don't question your girlfriend's wardrobe choices, especially when it took her so long to get comfortable in dresses. Stephanie preferred flowy, girly clothes with puffs, lace, and gathered fabric. This was a black, off-shoulder bodycon with flowy, Stevie Nicks-type sleeves.

"Well?"

Eddie looks in the mirror, where he's drowning in the sheer volume of Stevie's puffy sleeves, and the sunny yellow fabric clashes with his pale skin. He nods.

"Okay, let's do it."

Stevie's grin is so wide he's afraid for the well-being of her cheeks. (He'd kiss them better if needed, of course.) She hovers over him, impatiently helping him unzip the dress he has on so he can change. 

"You weren't so excited the first time we had sex," he murmurs under his breath, muffled by the fabric he's pulling over his head. She hears it though, and slaps his arm, almost making him lose his balance due to his immobilized state. 

"I've had sex before, but never saw the man I love wear something so pretty for me."

Eddie blushes instantly, reaching for the dress held up for him. They've said the L-word before but it overwhelmed him a little bit every time. He felt like he'd never be over the fact he was dating such a beautiful girl. So bitchy, sporty, and yet interested in his hobbies. 

He was the happiest man alive, so what was letting her play with him like he was a doll? She didn't have it in her childhood so Eddie would be happy to provide now.

The fabric has a lot of give, so he doesn't feel trapped in it despite what his reflection suggests. More like snugly wrapped. It's short, pulling up above his knees, and the line of his collarbones looks extra bony when displayed like that. His shoulders aren't very wide, but the contrast of his pale skin to the skin-tight blackness makes them pop out more. And the sleeves...

He can't contain his glee and starts flapping them before Stevie has the chance to fully zip him up. They are long and flowy and fun.

"It's like my ren faire shirt," he says, spreading his arms to see the full extent of the fabric. "Heh, I feel like a bat." He grins up at his girlfriend and finds her eyes sparkling with joy too.

"You look like a princess," she offers instead. He seems appalled at the comparison.

"But you're the princess," he points out with a pout. His arms never stop moving the fabric. 

"Nuh-uh." Stevie shakes her head. "I'm a queen."

Eddie huffs, putting his hands on his hips dramatically. 

"You know these are two different titles. It's not hierarchised."

Stevie rolls her eyes. 

"What's the rule, baby?" she asks, eyebrows raised. Eddie sighs.

"No nerd talk in the bedroom unless we're role-playing," he recites.

"Correct. Now be a good doll and spin," she instructs, making a circling motion with her finger. Eddie does so, the sleeves swooshing around him. "You look so hot," she says with a groan. 

Eddie stops to eye himself in the mirror. He should probably take off the socks he was still wearing, they weren't a fitting addition to a dress. 

"I should lose the socks," he says out loud, looking for confirmation. 

"Sit down," Stevie instructs immediately. He takes a couple of steps back to sit on the edge of the bed and she kneels in front of him to pull off his socks for him. She kisses his bony knees while she's there. "You're so pretty," she says, looking up at him. "And all mine to play with."

Eddie's heart thuds harder at the double meaning. He pushes her face away, groaning.

"Stooop!" 

She giggles, falling back to lean on her hands. Her loving gaze is still on him.

"Can I? Please."

Eddie huffs.

"Of course you can." What a silly question.

He'd never deny her anything. So he lets her sit behind him and brush his hair back, style it up to uncover his neck, and frame his face. Lets her swap his hoop earrings for a pair of dangling roses and put lipgloss on his lips. All the time he's facing the mirror, watching himself being pampered with care and love.

Once she's done, Stevie wraps her arms around him and leans over his shoulder to face the mirror as well.

"My pretty metal doll. Collector's edition."

Eddie snorts. 

"Don't laugh. This shit is priceless," she scolds.

"I should have never told you about collectible figurines," he sighs.

"Too late. Now I'm hooked."

She put her fingers under his chin to guide him into a kiss. It's a soft caress at first, but soon he gives in, leaning into her warm chest to get consumed. He sucks on her tongue like it's the only thing keeping him alive and sighs into her mouth when her hands wander, giving extra attention to his exposed collarbones and thighs. She leaves a trail of goosebumps on the insides of his thighs and he knows the tight dress will hide nothing.

Stevie squeezes his sides before parting, giving his lips one last lick, and finds him in a daze, eyes blown and under her spell. The prettiest doll to play with.

"How do you feel about wearing heels?"

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Jerome getting into his outfit before going to Bruce’s house

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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

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You're under my skin man, the fuck can I do?

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Bro I'm on a roll. Just started the fic today and 5 chapters in. There's something fun about writing non-sensical stuff. It's a not a serious fic, and doesn't require serious planning but yet I'm thoroughly enjoying myself (❁´◡`❁)

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Shameless Parallels 2x12 | 4x08

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gotham (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Jeremiah Valeska/Jerome Valeska Characters: Lila Valeska, Zachary Trumble, Original Characters, Penelope, Owen Lloyd, Curtis Lloyd, Ryan, Maggie, Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon Additional Tags: Incest, Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Okay maybe there's some plot, this is separate from Young Blood, Separate AU, Canon Divergence, valeskacest, Twincest, self indulgent piece to feed my valeskacest craving Summary:

Jerome and Jeremiah aren't normal, then again nothing was ever "normal" for them. Certainly not their mother's drinking, or the abuse, but at least they have each other. Or so, Jeremiah thought.

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Just rambling here but what if Jerome's ONLY partner was Jeremiah? Whereas Jeremiah, did experiment with other partners while attending school? He'd be the perfect jailbait. Smaller, younger, and far too intellectual for his age --- I could see a professor going for Jeremiah, or older classmates. And, Jeremiah being accustomed to the affection (maybe even craving it) allows these inappropriate relationships to blossom. But no matter how many men compliment his looks, it will never give him the same flutter in his chest when Jerome called him pretty.