#but...well...I have no pokerface

[yukinyaminyato]

i'm so good both at gossiping & keeping secrets, hihihi ❤️😌

[toytle]

my little sister asked me to draw “barry and hal and batman as friends when they were younger,” and who am i to deny a childhood friends au

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IMAGE 1: Fan comic of Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, and Hal Jordan in a childhood friends AU. Bruce has dark slicked back hair, bat-motif eyebrows, a grey button-down, dark slacks, and dark dress shoes. Barry has feathery blonde hair with strands behind his ears resembling wings, lightning motif eyebrows and blush, white short sleeved button-up, a blue vest and red bowtie, light blue jeans, and white winged sneakers. Hal has short fluffy brown hair, freckles and an off-center tooth gap, a pilot jacket over a green T-shirt, dark baggy jeans, and brown sneakers.

Bruce: [knee to ground, observing a feather through a magnifying glass]

Barry: [crouching, concentrated expression, nodding with finger to lip]

[vague word bubble behind them reading: *sleuth sleuth* *ramble ramble ramble* *science science* *blah blah blah*]

Hal: [head thrown back in exasperation, holding toy airplane] This is so BOOORRIIING.

IMAGE 2:

Hal: [bored frustrated expression, arms out] Can we play something else now?

Bruce [rolling eyes] and Barry [furrowed eyebrows]: [simultaneously] No.

IMAGE 3:

Hal: [shaking Barry by the shoulders] Barryyyy

Barry: [undisturbed, hands on hips still deep in concentration]

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Barry: [unchanged pose] Hal, I already said no. It’s not fun when you’re the only one with the plane.

Hal: [frowns]

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Hal: [forward facing unamused expression] Hrmm.

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Hal: [puts hand on Barry’s shoulder as if making a pitch] Well… who said it had to be airplanes again?

Barry: [eyes light up with curiosity] ?

IMAGE 4:

Hal: [on monkey bars, wearing a green rubber band as a ring] My power ring lets me fly, so good luck reaching me now!

Barry: [looking up at him with a pokerfaced pout]

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Barry: [viewed from above, awkward determined smile] Uh, well, I can run so fast that it creates a tornado that pulls you back down!

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Barry: [starts to run in a circle, tongue out of determination]

Hal: [holding on to monkey bar with one hand, pointing his “ring” at Barry with the other] Oh yeah? Then I’ll just stop you in your tracks before you can even take the next step!

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Barry: [stops, looks up at Hal in irritation, hair swooshed back from running] What? That’s cheating.

IMAGE 5:

Hal: [hopping down from monkey bars] How is that cheating? You literally just used time travel, like, a second ago!

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Barry: [counting off his fingers] But you can fly, AND use telekinesis, AND shield yourself, AND create anything, AND—

Hal: [throwing arms up in disbelief] Barry, you TIME TRAVEL.

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Hal and Barry: [blurry foreground bickering]

Bruce: [deadpan annoyed expression] <- Chose a superhero persona w/ no powers

IMAGE 6: Barry Allen narration boxes from The Flash (2016) #21: “Bruce Wayne. The Batman. The day I joined the Justice League was the first time in my life I felt like I had real friends I could relate to… But when I talked forensics… I could see in their eyes that I might as well have been speaking another language. Except Bruce. We could talk about evidence for hours.”

IMAGE 7: Hal Jordan narration boxes from Legends of the DC Universe #33: “Just seeing Barry lifts my spirits. He always had a knack for doing that. I don’t know if I was ever truly innocent… but handing out with the Flash sure made me feel that way. We were like a couple of kids—playing at being super-heroes. So I don’t think anyone’ll mind if we play again…”

[bbrissonn]

𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐭… - 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ synopsis: in which you're so hungry you could eat...

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ warnings: not proofread, couple of swear words

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ pairing: luke hughes x zegras!reader (lemon au)

you were currently sitting on the couch next to luke in his shared apartment in new jersey. the devils had been eliminated a couple of days ago, and you had just finished your senior year of university, so when you flew home, luke was the first person you wanted to you. quinn was also in town, having flown in a little before you to come support luke in playoff, something he sadly did not get to do.

jack and quinn had decided to go out for the day, leaving you and your boyfriend alone. your phone was on the coffee table, a couple of books hiding it from luke's eyes. one of his arms was thrown over your shoulder, your head laying on his chest and your legs over his lap.

"babe, i'm so hungry right now." you groaned after a while, luke's hand was in your hair, rubbing your head slightly.

"me too, baby, i could go for a snack right now." he always said this. every single time you said you were hungry, so was luke. although you were convinced at this point that he was just always hungry.

"no, like you don't understand, i'm so hungry right now." you exaggerated, making luke chuckle slightly.

"jeez, okay, it's a little early for dinner but we can order something right now, if you want."

"no, luke, like i'm so hungry. i'm so hungry i could quinn hughes right now." you said, trying your best to hold in your giggle. luke let out a gasp at your words, his brows furring as he pulled you away from his chest.

"what?!" he exclaimed, his jaw dropping.

"i'm so hungry i could quinn hughes, i think i could even eat jack hughes." you repeated, adding the last part. luke let out another gasp, covering his mouth with his hand.

"why... why would you do that?"

"'cause i'm literally so hungry, babe."

"i'm hungry too, my love, but i'm not going around saying i could trevor zegras. are you okay?" he asked, showing real concern at your words. you let out a loud laugh at his reaction, "why are you laughing!"

"it's a trend, babe!" you laughed, getting up from the couch and grabbing your phone. luke looked at you with wild eyes, shocked that something as stupid as this could become a trend. but after watching a couple of videos with you on tiktok, he eventually found the appeal in it. which is when you decided to pull the same prank on your brothers the next day.

the five of you had decided to go to dinner when you realized you would all be in town at the same time. trevor had been invited over to the apartment after, and it was starting to get packed. jack and quinn were sitting on one couch, while trevor sat next to you and luke. there was a game playing on the tv, but you didn't pay any attention as you looked around the room, deciding where the best place to put your phone was.

you eventually found a spot near the kitchen that would catch both couches and all their reactions. using the excuse of being thirsty, you went over to the kitchen and set up your phone. and when you came back with a glass of water, nodding slightly at luke, the two of you tried your best not to start laughing right away.

"bro, i'm so hungry right now." luke was the first to say, seeing as he was always saying these words anyway, the boys just rolled their eyes.

"of course you are." jack mumbled, making quinn chuckle.

"i'm hungry, too. like so hungry."

"we just ate." quinn stated with a confused look on his face.

"luke you're rubbing off on my sister too much." trevor joked.

"no, trev, i'm like actually so hunrgy right now i could eat cole caufield." you said, and your brother's head snapped towards you, his jaw dropped. quinn and jack reacted the same way, and you were trying your hardest to keep your pokerface up.

"well, i'm so hungry i could eat alex turcotte." all eyes were now on luke, his brothers showing concern in their facial expression.

"what the fuck is wrong with you two?" trevor said bluntly, making you and luke look at each other. you both shrugged before looking at the tv.

"we're just really hunrgy."

"so you wanna eat cole and turcs?" jack said confused, earning a nod from both of you.

"what the fuck..."

"why would you wanna eat cole? he's tiny." trevor reasoned, making you giggle out loud.

"trevor!" you said through your laugh, luke chuckling slightly besides you.

"what the fuck." quinn repeated. he felt like this was a weird dream. he should've gone to michigan.

[firelilyfox]

Some girls think it's cute

Thunderbolts: Bob x Female Reader

Summary: Bob has a HUGE crush on you and no talent in talking (shy king)

Warnings: none really. sfw. fluff overload. passionate kissing.

Words: 2k

Like always: leave a heart if you like or a comment or ideas :) all is welcome!

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The sun rises over the skyline bringing New York to life again. 

Bob is already standing in the kitchen making coffee to survive the upcoming challenges for today: don’t break anything while training with Bucky, staying awake through the boring lectures by Yelena and most importantly… not having a stroke as soon as he sees Y/N. 

Multiple times this week Bob had severe problems to even breathe when you would enter the room or - god help him - standing within an arm length away. Every time you laid eyes on his nervous face he was already looking at you and the way you smiled because of it … he felt his heart skipped a beat. Or five. 

Worst of all: the others noticed. 

„Mornin’ Bob“, Bucky grumbles from across the huge kitchen slash dining hall. 

Bob looked up and sighted in relief (or disappointment). „Good Morning.“ 

„I bet you wish I had lovely curves and longer hair. Don’t ya?“ He said mockingly. And the pale skin in Bobs face turned instantly red. Bucky barks out a laugh. 

„Jesus this is too easy.“ He grabs himself a cup with his metal hand and poured some coffee in it. „You seriously have to work on your pokerface if you plan to keep this a secret.“ 

„I don’t know what you’re talking about“, Bob mumbles ashamed. 

Before Bucky could say anything else the elevator makes a soft ping sound and Yelena stepped inside the kitchen. One step behind her … there where you. 

„Hey Boys what’s up!“, Yelena shouts with a big smile. „Ready for some training with your favorite sparringpartners?“ 

„C´mon Yelena give me at least five minutes to enjoy my coffee before I’m going to kick your ass off the mat“, Bucky mocks. 

Bob couldn’t even hear the half of the conversation the two soldiers were having because he was way to focused on you standing there right in front of him. And now he sucked up every move you body was making while coming over to him. 

„Good morning Bob“, you said with a little rasp in your voice wich made it obviously that Yelena had just pulled you out of bed. „I’m so tired. No clue how they have so much energy at this time of the day.“ 

Bob swallows hard. Your hand lays right next to his while resting on the kitchen counter. „I-I… Yeah no clue.“ He wants to sink into the ground. 

For a second you just look at him, trying to figure him out, then you hit him with a shy smile. „You look good this morning … I mean you uhm - you look well rested.“ 

Bob froze solid in place to stare at you. He wasn’t able to move at all but his powers were totally going nuts. Heat sizzled beneath his skin and without noticing he mirrored it to Buckys full cup of coffee. Wich was bubbling now. He put the cup down, smiling knowingly and gave Bob a brotherly pat on his shoulder. 

„We will be down in a minute. You girls go ahead and we will meet you at the sparring halls.“ With a meaningful look Bucky gives Yelena a sign to not ask anymore questions. She smirked and grabs Y/N by the elbow to drag her away from Bob. 

After the girls had left the room Bob blinks multiple times to make sure he didn’t just dreamed that. 

„Well, I know for sure that you didn’t cook my coffee because of Yelena so … yeah. Work on that pokerface or tell her that you like her.“ 

Bob runs his hand through his hair. No point in denying it any longer. „I tried but every time I- I just … i go tongue-tied.“ 

„Some girls think it’s cute.“ 

Bob sighs. „I don’t want her to think I’m cute.“ 

**Downstairs**

It was even harder for Bob to focus while he is being forced to sparr against you. The rule is to not use any powers (especially for him because … well he could blow this entire building up within a heartbeat) so his only chance not to completely collapse as soon as he blocks some of your kicks was pure self control. 

After hours of hard training Yelena and Bucky decided that it’s enough for one day and made their way up to the quarters again. You and Bob stayed. 

„You are getting better and better each day Bob. Hard for me to keep up.“ The amusement in your voice sends a warm feeling right in his heart and fills his stomach with butterflies. 

„I just copy what I see. You have … you are … uhm I mean“, Bob stutters. Cursing himself for sounding like a damn toddler not being able to form a whole damn sentence. „You are amazing.“ The words escaped is mouth before he could think twice. 

You give him a thankful smile. „That is very sweet of you to say.“ 

Bob doesn't know how to respond to that so he stays silent. Wrenching his fingers nervously, trying to make eye contact without starring at you. 

„I - uhm“, Y/N starts. „I should go up and take a shower. But would you like to watch a movie later?“ 

A wide smile appears on his face. „Yes! I mean uh yeah sure. The others wanted to watch this uhm historic drama I think … I dunno how its called … but yeah if you want we can sit there together. I mean …“ His tongue gets all tied up again while trying to sound not to exited. 

Y/N giggles. „No that’s not what I meant. I don’t want to watch this historic thingy with the others. I wanted to ask if you would like to watch a different movie with me.“ 

Maybe the coffee were never able to stop a stroke from happening. Did he really just hear what he think you said? You wanted to watch a movie with him … alone? 

„But … there is only one home theater?“ 

„Yeah. But we could watch it in my quarters … if you like to come over?“ Your voice gets a silent as if you weren’t sure if Bob would like the idea. 

He swallows. Blinks. Then swallows again. „Y-Yeah. I would like that.“ 

**Later that day**

He flexed both of his hands before he finds the strength to knock at your door. With one last quick look at the corner of his eye he sees the entire Thunderbolts standing at the end of the long hallway pointing their thumbs up and smiling. Bob gestures to make them go away but that’s when the door swung open and suddenly he forgets about the nosy roommates. 

You were wearing a oversized shirt of a band he never heard of and one of your shoulders was showing. Your legs were covered in a tight black leggings, wich does not leave much for the imagination. With your hair tied up in a wild bun you looked very comfy.

„You look stunning“, he said with a scratchy voice. Bob could see that Yelena clutches a hand over her mouth and Bucky modding in approval. Ava and Walker trying everything in their power to keep Alexei from making any sound and he wanted to disappear in thin air. It was like having you parents watch you talking to a girl for the first time. 

Basically its exactly what was happening right now. He was thankful that you couldn’t see them from your position. That would make this even more awkward. 

A soft pink appears on your cheeks. „Thank you. Come in.“ 

Bob follows you inside and scans the room with one long look. It felt cozy and warm. In every corner was a plant and books were lying around on the different surfaces. The Tv were the only source of light wich made it even more … private. 

He catches you looking at him. „I like it. It looks like you.“ 

„I look like a room?“, you ask in confusion. 

„Pretty.“ He says, surprised by his own confidence. Never had he felt so brave talking to you but standing here in the middle of the room, that belongs to the girl he adores … makes him feel safer than ever. 

The two of you decide to watch a movie about something funny. Then you choose to watch another movie about something with much action scenes and fast cars. After that you decide to watch another movie wich you totally forgot what it was about because while being all cuddled up on the bed, you are getting closer with each passing minute. By the time the third movie was playing, your legs were laying across his lap and Bob has managed to almost naturally lay his arm around your shoulder, touching the small of your back softly. 

„I think that you are pretty too“, you whisper so silent that he almost missed it. 

„What?“ 

You raise your head from his shoulder to look at him. „You called me pretty earlier. And I think you are pretty too.“ 

„You were thinking of this for the last couple of hours?“ Bob asks in disbelieve. 

You nod. „I think about you quiet often.“ Your eyes dart down to his lips when they part in surprise. Bob notices not sure what it means. 

„Why?“, he finally whispers. „Why would you do that?“ 

You look away while clearing your throat. „Oh uhm - I - ignore what I just said. Sometimes I just say weird stuff.“ A nervous chuckle escaping your mouth, trying to cover up the embarrassment. 

Bob wants to slap himself across the face. Why couldn’t he have said something more ... well something more intelligent maybe? For fucks sake he were lying in a bed with the girl he was into head over heals and she told him hat she thinks about him and all he had to say to that was; Why?!  

Work on your pokerface or tell her that you like her. Buckys voice ringing in his ears with what he said earlier that day. He had to choose between them. 

But Bob didn't choose, because there is only one right answer. 

And he never wanted to have a pokerface. 

He gathers all his courage and hooks one finger under your chin. Gently forcing you to look at him. „I think … about you too. Quiet often Y/N.“ 

His thumb brushes over the soft skin of your bottom lip. „You do?“ Your voice was nothing more than a whisper asking him that. And he nods. 

Painfully slow his palm cups your cheek, long fingers touching the spot right beneath your ear, pulling you closer. „I have trouble to think about anything else.“ His lips brushes yours soft like a feather as if he was asking for permission. You lean into the kiss to deepen it and all of the hesitation falls of Bobs shoulders. His hand on your back holding you close to him and the other on find its way to your throat. Not to squeeze it, but to worship the sensitive skin. His lips calming yours. Your hands wander over his chest into his hair. 

The kiss wasn’t wild. It felt soft and gentle and passionate. You felt like falling and flying all at the same time. And he felt like he could finally breath again without trouble. Like you were the air he needs to stay alive. 

A sudden crack interrupts the intimate kissing. The window to your left is now having a huge dark line wich stretches all from the bottom left to the top right corner. 

„Was that …?“, you ask a little breathless. Bobs head falls back and he closes his eyes shut out of embarrassment. This cannot be happening. „Robert Reynolds, did you just crack my window?“ The amusement in your voice was unmistakable. 

„I’m afraid so.“ He sighs. „I’m sorry.“ 

You shake your head. „I think its cute.“ 

His eyes fly open in disbelieve. „You think I’m cute?“ 

„It’s not a bad thing“, you say and kiss him again. „I think it’s cute that I can make you loose control a little bit.“ 

He never saw it this way. He thought that being seen as cute meant to be weak and that he would never had a chance to get out of the friend zone. But apparently being cute is not at all a bad thing. So if the girl in his arms - and out of his dreams- thinks he is cute… then he wants to be cute for her. 

[weebsinstash]

In your Cecil work, you mentioned how he’s seen reader naked with all monitors and stuff. But to be a little freaky/sinful, has he seen them also pleasuring themselves? I can only imagine the amount of murder he’d be willing to do for the unfortunates who decide to comment their enjoyment. If not if they have those Superman abilities, do you think they knew they were being spied on and took someone home to bone to mess with him.

You know how in the first season Cecil straight up tells Mark something along the lines of "the GDA knows everything about you, from your daily routine to the porn you jack off to". Well :)

Imagine in a "Nolan's child who hides their powers" scenario, or I guess just in general as a viltrumite/alien hybrid or someone who the government was always keeping tabs on for whatever reason, you suddenly develop your powers, but also, something more, and you can suddenly hear the buzzing and electrical hertz of the hidden cameras in your room. Like... what the fuck do you even do in response to that

God... god... remember in Death Note where Light predicted he was being watched by the police so he would do shit like read dirty magazines to maintain his cover of "behaving like a normal young man". Imagine you making the realization that like ... you had a daily or some real specific masturbation habit and you're like "oh fuck, I can't suddenly change what I'm doing or it might tip them off that I know something or make them suspicious"

Reader begrudgingly continuing to jack off like normal and you KNOW people are watching, for survival's sake. Reader having their first real conversation with Cecil as he's touring you through the GDA and you finally go "no bullshit" and hit him with the bluntness question possible, "so are you one of the men who watches the cameras in my bedroom or has it been someone else watching me masturbate" and it actually manages to make him stutter and stumble to answer

Cecil literally ordering everyone else out of the room whenever they're watching the footage and he knows you're about to jerk off, because, he's obsessed enough with you that not only does he see it as "protecting your modesty" but also he literally cannot stand knowing other people are seeing you in such an... intimate and vulnerable state. He's protecting you, obviously :) he's not a pervert, he promises--

Cecil having the utmost pokerface as he watches you pleasure yourself but his cheeks are still-- actually, he's technically covered in a synthetic skin so COULD HE even blush??? We're gonna pretend he does. Cecil trying to be all stonefaced but he can't stop his face from turning red and the way you manage to make him sweat

Ngl... I really like the idea of Reader who, upon unlocking their powers, basically becomes like, you took the fucking pill from Limitless and you become this, super memory unlocked brain capacity genius and you quickly pick up on how Cecil's heart rate increases whenever he talks to you and you compare it to, say, how he treats "equal threats" like Mark and Omniman and you quickly form the hypothesis he's got some weird crush on you. Maybe you test your theory out or try to trip him up by, say, hitting on another member of the Guardians or another superhero. Your superhearing picking up Cecil grinding his teeth from the other side of the room as you make some flirtatious inappropriate comment to a coworker or hero/alien you just met. I'd be out here giggling twirling a piece of hair around a finger, "so, is there a Mrs Battle Beast?" as Cecil then creates some diversion or reason to pull you away. "There's a mudslide in the Philippines and we need you to help the search and rescue efforts" "but you guys never ask me to help with shit like that?" "Just shut up and follow me"

Some... lose-lose scenario where you try to defy Cecil and the GDA and he won't let you and fabricates some justification for locking you away or putting some sort of method of control on or in you. You being completely restrained as Cecil tells you it's for your own good, for the planet's own good, until you "can calm down and see the light" and you can tell he's... suspiciously into it as he sees you completely at his mercy, even reaching out to touch your face, or even... other parts of you.

Donald just out here, "sir I brought you the documents you requested and-- sir do you have an erection watching the new recruit??? Are you peeping on their bedroom again??" "Shut up, Donald. Get your glasses fixed and do your damn job. I'm just watching them fight a giant alien monster"

You can't deny Cecil gets results, so everyone who has suspicions that he's being a lil... freaky... just has to put up with it or convince themselves they're imagining it, but... they're not :)

[ljubimaya]

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒 ꫂ ၴႅၴ ft. Baji Keisuke

Eros: romantic love, desire, the God of love

c/w: fluff, suggestive, fem! reader, nicknames (baby, doll, my woman), based on this silly post I made a while ago, heavily selfship coded, established relationship, he is a sap here, proposals/talks of marriage/having children (the latter is very subtle), would have posted earlier up docs didn't eat my draft + my writing capabilities took a nose dive.·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·., not proofread

W/C: 2.5k (this was supposed to be 500 words...)

Baji Keisuke was an impulsive man. From waking you up at odd hours just to drive around on his bike, to involving you in his pyromanic car demolitions, your year long friendship was filled with chaos - the good kind, you'd argue. There was never a dull moment with your then best friend, now boyfriend. Boyfriend, what an odd way to call the man you have secretly pined over for many years. Too many years, to be honest, yet you never found it in yourself to confront your beloved, thinking he would never reciprocate your feelings. How foolishly wrong you were to think your best friend who you'd watch take other people out on his bike would reciprocate your feelings - or so you thought.

There was no way of telling what was going on in his mind, as Baji seemed to have perfected his pokerface over the years of being just your friend. Truly, you didn't even think he would fall for you the way you did for him, until Keisuke confessed to you. It wasn't obvious to anyone, but Baji Keisuke was a lover boy at heart; though he concealed his yearning to hold your hand and taste your lips very well. So he continued to dance on the line between friendship and courtship, unwilling to risk your year-long friendship over something he wasn't entirely sure you wanted back. Sure, he was better at hiding his true feelings than you by a long shot - as evident by your refusal to hold his gaze at every tender moment he shared with you. These were the times the impulsive ravenette fought himself to not grab your face with his large hand and crash his lips against yours, keen on keeping the illusion of platonic love.

Alas, what is meant to happen will always find a way, and Keisuke confessed his feelings to you after many painful years of mutual pining.

Your relationship with the impulsive man progressed at bullet speed. Not even five months have passed since you started dating, yet you and Keisuke have already renovated and moved into a small apartment not too far away from your work place - which didn't seem so weird to you at all. How could it be weird for you to move in with the man you love when you kissed him on the day of officially dating and shared the bed with him on the second? You and the ravenette were deaf to the concerns of friends and family advising you to “slow down” and “take your time”, too high of each other's love to pull the brakes on the speeding car that was your relationship. Truthfully, you didn't care if you crashed and burned as long as it was with him, and he shared the same sentiment as you.

“My ride or die” Keisuke whispered lowly against your lips as he pinned you down on your shared bed. His hands roamed all over your body, leaving no inch untouched and unattended. Your lover's calloused fingers danced over your hot skin, fueling your endless hunger for more; more of his kisses, more of his touch, more of him. A shiver ran down your spine at the deep rasp of his voice “Yes, your ride or die” you whispered breathlessly as your hands fist at his shirt, pulling and tugging on it in hopes of him abandoning the annoying piece of fabric.

A dark chuckle left his lips upon hearing your immediate confirmation. Your eagerness amused him; the desperate and needy look on your face was perhaps his second favorite view: your half lidded eyes gazing up at him, lips swollen from the endless unslaught of his kisses and bites, your make up smudged and your hair messy. Yet, despite your clear need for him, you looked at him as if he hung the stars himself. One look into your eyes, and the ravenette saw nothing but pure adoration and love no matter what - when you wake up, when you fight, when you're mad at him, when you're screaming at him, the spark of love always remained in your eyes at all times and outshone any other emotions you were feeling.

“You know” Keisuke’s hand traveled to your face, cupping your cheek as his thumb softly glitter over your glistening lips “You bring out the sap in me” Your eyes crinkle as a smile grew on your lips “Yeah, I know that already” you cheekily replied, kissing his thumb. Your boyfriend let out a deep chuckle at your reply “Of course you know that. You know everything about me, dontcha?”

“It'd be a shame if I didn't know my boyfriend well” you hummed as you gazed up at him. He looked so good on top of you - a soft smirk playing on his lips, a light flush on his cheeks and his hair cascading down, almost like curtains down on his sides. Keisuke was by far the most handsome man you knew, both inside and out. You loved many things - if not everything - about your other half. From his undying loyalty to his nurturing care towards animals, he couldn't be any more perfect to you.

“Would be a damn shame, right baby?” he started, leaning down to give your forehead a chaste kiss “I can't believe I got the sweetest doll laying in my bed. I gotta be the luckiest bastard ever” His lips traveled from your forehead to your nose, planting small kisses on his wake before stopping right above your lips.

“I can't believe I have you all to myself “ he whispered roughly as his lips brushed against yours ever so slightly, controlling the urge to smash his mouth against yours “After all these years of pining, yearning, holding back, I can finally call you mine” he moves to kiss your cheek ever so tenderly, his lips leaving behind a hot trail of kisses on his journey to your neck.

“You know what I love most about you?” Keisuke queried, his husky voice muffled from the little kisses the ravenette lovingly placed on your neck. A whimper left your lips at the gentle touch of his lips. There was no denying that your boyfriend was a wild and rough man who found enjoyment in marking you up with his bite marks - after all the whole world should know you were already spoken for. The unusual tenderness from your boyfriend seemed to melt every possible thought or input you had; you were left speechless, enjoying the softer side Keisuke showed you.

Usually, he'd be smug about the effect he had on you, but not this time. Instead, he kept on kissing along your neck to your collar bones “I love that you love me with your whole being” He hoarsely whispered against your skin “You love me like it's the easiest damn thing in the world when I know that's not the case” he leaves open mouthed kisses on your hot body, his teeth graze your soft skin tantalizing slow, careful not to apply too much pressure “You always worry about me, take care of my wounds after fights and endure sleepless nights when I'm dragging you out for some midnight snacks. I'm stubborn and hot headed and hot headed and impulsive, I'm also not the sharpest tool on the shed, yet you love me despite my flaws”

“Kei-” you breathlessly whimpered as he slowly sunk his teeth into your sweet flesh. The ravenette nibbled on your collarbone, delirious from your taste and the sounds of pleasure you made “I'm not done, baby” he muttered gruffly before kissing the bite marks he left on with "I love that I love you so damn much. Being with you taught me that no argument, no problem, no illness, not a single soul could tear me away from you” a shudder ran down your spine at his declaration. Heat spread across your cheeks, burning with the intensity that was the wild inferno of your love for him as he plastered your neck with more delicate kisses.

“You complete me, you bring out the best of me. Every day I wake up next to you is a blessing to me - even when you're drooling all over the pillows and forgot to take off your makeup before going to sleep” A laugh rumbled through his chest as he heard your gasps and giggles.

“Oh, shut up! That was a one time thing!” You tried to defend yourself from his accusation, giggling as you came face to face with the man on top of you. He lifted his face from your neck, a teasing glint in his eyes as he furrowed his brows “My camera roll says otherwise” You could only roll your eyes at him, and smile still playing on your lips as you tried to counter with a witty remark “Taking pics of sleeping people is weird, don't you think?”

“Nah, I'm taking pics of my woman. That's a whole different story” he countered effortlessly and without thinking too long about it before the teasing glint died down, replaced by the look of a love struck man. Truly, if the God of love existed, you'd imagine the tender look on your boyfriend's face being the product of being shot by cupid's arrows - but this wasn't the work of a higher entity commanding the man's feelings, forcing love onto him arbitrarily. Keisuke chose to stay in love with you, and the faintest, but sweetest voice in the back of your mind told you that he'd love you in every lifetime if there was such a thing.

“You have a death grip on my heart, baby” the ravenette continued “You ain't ever gonna get rid of me. I'm in it for life”

“For life?” You chuckled as you put a strand of his long, thick hair behind his ear “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're proposing to me” you teasingly stated, not having thought through what your reply could trigger within your lover. Normally, you would expect a witty remark back from him, something smug and teasing to keep the playful banter up; instead, you were greeted with silence.

Mentally slapping yourself, you wanted to take your words back as you watched the corners of Keisuke’s mouth fall, the sweet grin turning into a thin line. All of a sudden, the atmosphere turned from tender to serious.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Panic shot through your body at the sudden change. Did I just ruin our moment? you half wondered half accused yourself as your heart hammered against your ribcage furiously. Despite your relationship with Keisuke progressing at a rapid speed, you haven't brought up marriage yet. Truthfully, there never seemed to be an occasion that would have opened the door for any discussions pertaining to marriage and possibly wanting to have children until now. While you knew a lot of your boyfriend's views and goals, you weren't sure if marriage was in the books for Keisuke.

Swallowing hard, you realized that perhaps this conversation was to be held on another day. You opened your mouth to say something that could soothe the situation, that would serve as damage control, but nothing came to your mind. Thankfully, you didn't need to say anything, as Keisuke took initiative to end the deafening silence between you and him.

“I am” his deep voice rumbled through his chest, dark brown eyes looking into yours with unmatched sincerity and devotion “I know what I want, and I want you for life. I want the good and bad, through sickness and health, through poor and rich, I want you by my side”

It was as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Your chest felt lighter and your legs weakened at your boyfriend's declaration of love. Thankfully, you were laying down on your shared bed instead of standing, or else you would have lost your balance and fallen to your knees. Heat spread out all over your body as his words finally fully sunk in - he was serious. He was proposing to you.

“Oh, Kei” you cupped his face ever so tenderly, thumb grazing against his warm cheek as you looked him deeply into his eyes. Your voice was unsteady and your vision got blurry, both from dizziness and the tears that welled up in your eyes. A strange mix of guilt and love fell over you. It was almost laughable how you misread him, because now that he has made his intentions clear, all doubts that lingered in your heart vanished at the snap of a finger. Of course he would want to spend the rest of his life with you, and you knew you wanted the same.

“What do you say, doll? Be my bride?” Keisuke whispered, his voice smooth as silk as the usual gruffness disappeared. The ravenette's voice might have been calm, but the subtle shaking of his body gave his nervousness away.

“Yes” you quietly replied in a shaky, breathy voice “Yes, I do” the answer left your lips a little too fast, almost eager - desperate even - to become fully his.

A grin spread across Keisuke's lips. He ducked his head down, his lips crashing with yours clumsily in a messy but passionate kiss. His lips molded perfectly against yours as if he was made for you to kiss; and you fit inside his arms as if you were made to be held by him. You weren't sure if there was a higher being dictating the fate of every human, but one thing you knew for sure: if you had a soulmate, it had to be Baji Keisuke.

“My little bride to be” he whispered against your lips between searing kisses “My little wifey”

“I'm not your wife yet” you countered, giggling at his eagerness. A deep chuckle escaped your fiancé's lips, a smug grin adorning his handsome face “You will be tomorrow” his thumb grazed across your cheek, wiping away your tears of joy “You know me, I'm not a patient man. You will get pretty tomorrow, and I will get us rings and an officiant”

“Oh? How are you going to do that?”

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Let that be my problem, yeah?” he hesitated for a moment as if thinking about something, before he continued “You're fine with this, right? You don't mind us having a wedding so spontaneously?”

“No!” You responded quickly “not at all. I don't care if we make grand plans or none at all, as long as I'll become your wife” upon hearing your reassurance, the ravenette's face softened. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours, his nose lightly grazing yours as he peers down on you “Then it's settled, doll. Tomorrow, you will be mine. Till death do us part”

You and your lover laid closely snug to one another throughout your last night as boyfriend and girlfriend, basking in the pure bliss that was your love and restlessly awaiting the next day. You didn't think about you having to rush and buy a cheap dress, or having no grand wedding cake, you didn't even think of how you would explain to your friends and family about your sudden elopement with Keisuke. None of that mattered to you when the man you loved most held you tight at night and promised to love you for eternity.

[alyakthedorklord]

Bat Poker Face Training

Dick, Steph, Cass, Tim, and Jason all crammed into someones room, with a kidnapped Duke sitting awkwardly with them, kinda scared.

Duke: “Uh… what’s going on?”

Steph, completely blank faced and standing ominously in the corner: “It has come to our attention that you require training.”

Duke: “Bruce is already teaching me really well-“

Jason, also blank faced: “That’s bat training. This is robin training.”

Cass, carefully but without a single emotion: “Sibling training.”

Dick, face just as blank as all his other siblings: “It’s much more fun.”

Duke, freaked out by the empty faces: “Am I being hazed?”

Jason: “Eh, maybe. Scared?

Tim, not giving Duke a second to reply: “Yes, he is. It’s written all over his face. And while its okay to be scared, sometimes hiding your true emotions in the field is a matter of life, death, and secret identities.”

Dick: “You’re going to be flustered. Humiliated. Terrified. Angry. Relieved. Your vigilante ID dragged through the mud in front of you as a civilian. Someone worried about your civilian ID and you need to keep them away.“

Tim: “Not just as a Bat, but a Wayne. Some dinosaur at a gala is going to say the most out of pocket thing you’ve ever heard in your life and you’ve just got to stand there.”

Duke: “So that’s the reason you’re doing the creepy thing?”

Steph: “Yes Duke. You need to have a poker face that Even Superman can’t break. That even a Fifth-dimensional Imp can’t crack! And that is the purpose of our training tonight!”

Duke, getting the program now: “Okay. I’m ready.”

Jason, allowing a creepy grin to slide over his face: “Don’t be so sure. Because what we are about to show you… it has broken Batman.”

Dick: “Damian is too innocent to see it, which is why he isn’t here.”

Steph: “If you can handle this, you can handle anything.”

Tim, tapping on his computer, chanting under his breath: “the horrors, the horrors, the horrors…”

Duke, terrified of what Tim is about to pull up, on the edge of his seat wondering what on earth can shake the Bat of Gotham, what the family considers too awful for thier arguably LEAST innocent member to see, what vile images he’s about to be shown…

Tap. The screen lights up white.

Duke: “No.”

Jason, grin widening: “We’ll be reading this aloud, for your entertainment.”

Duke, trembling and inching towards the door: “No.”

Steph, vice grip on Duke’s arm: “There’s no escaping it, Signal. This is your mission- to stay completely pokerfaced through Real Person Fanfiction of us- the Batfamily. And co, of course.”

Duke, sobbing: “Please, why… why would you do this to yourselves… oh god, is that… is that… is that Kate with Bruce? She’s a lesbian! And his cousin!”

Steph: “They don’t know that, Duke. They know nothing. And the depths of a human imagination is comparable to the depths of the ocean… there’s some weird shit down there.”

Tim, without a single emotion on his face, least of all mercy: “I had to sit through Young Justice fawning over Dick and Bruce. Do you know what they said? About my own father figure? Right in front of my salad? I was lucky I was wearing a mask. I cried, and I cried in silence. They knew NOTHING, because I showed nothing. This is what you must achieve.”

Jason: “I’ve had to listen to criminals talk about what they’d do to the ‘Prince of Gotham’ and not twitch. I’ve had to listen to both goons and civilians play fuck marry kill with our vigilante identities and not move a muscle. I know this feels like overkill, but trust me, it’s not.”

Dick: “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it mostly PG. Tim? Begin with the wildly out of character and aggressively heteronormative Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman love triangle. Then maybe we’ll work our way up to slash readers and…” shudders in horror, “…batcest.”

Duke: “NOOOOOOOO!!!”

[holdmytesseract]

🩷Salut mon amie🩷

I just can't let this perfect opportunity slip... What about a Daryl x f!reader post-outbreak song fic with “So High School“ by Taylor leading your wonderful mind??? 😊

Clandestine Meetings

Daryl Dixon x fem!Greene!Reader

Summary: You sneak out to meet Daryl in the watch tower - the first moment of privacy you share since months.

Warnings: 18+!!! Minors do not interact! veeery suggestive smut/'smut' (not very graphic, but it's there), fluff, we ignore the age, humour?

Set in Season 3!

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: Thank you for requesting, my friend! I don't know if it fits 'So High School', but that's what my mind came up with. Hope you like it! 🤍

Daryl Masterlist °☆• Masterlist °☆• Echoes of Hope Masterlist

The sun was about to set when you made your way out of the C-Block. Snuck was probably the more fitting word, though. You snuck your way out of the C-Block. To your luck was everybody else occupied with other things, so you had more or less free rein to get unnoticed to your destination... The watch tower. Once you reached the yard, you adjusted the rifle strapped around your shoulder; a victorious smile spreading on your lips.

You crowed too soon.

"Y/N?" A very familiar voice suddenly cut through the air and caused you to stop dead in your motion. "What are you doing out here? Where are you goin'? It's almost dark..." Maggie... Your sister.

"Damn..." You cursed under your breath; now seeing her approaching you, wearing some of the police gear. A bloody knife was in her hands.

You lifted your head to meet her eyes. "I could ask you the same, y'know," you retorted playfully; hoping that you'd somehow get out of this situation. Maggie frowned for a moment; stepping closer. "Been out with Glenn; fixing the fence and gettin' rid of some walkers." "Ah..." You nodded, "Ya sure do look like it." and giggled; still hoping to get away.

"Where are you goin'? We shouldn't walk 'round here alone. Especially at night. Even though the yard is cleared." "I'm not plannin' to walk around," you immediately said; lifting your hands in surrender. "Don't worry, sis." Your sister crossed her arms over her armoured chest; a stern expression on her face - and you knew immediately that she wasn't up for jokes anymore. She was being serious now. "Spit it out, Y/N - and it better be the truth." You sighed defeated; knowing that you had lost. Well, perhaps you were just really bad at lying and keeping a pokerface. "I wanted to go to the watch tower," you finally admitted; nodding towards the tall building at the foot of the prison. "The watch tower?" Maggie raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Since when are you on watch this late?" "I'm not." You shook your head. "But, uh, Daryl is."

Maggie looked at you surprised. "Daryl?" You nodded; biting your lip. "Uh.Huh. Thought I keep him company for a bit." "Keep him company?" "Mhm."

Your sister gave you a suspicious look, before crossing her arms over her chest. "Is there somethin' I should know about?" "No," you said, but the pink on your cheeks was betraying you. "Y/N..." Maggie pushed; your awkward behaviour rising only more suspicions. "Okay, fine!" You sighed once more. Yeah. you had lost. For real now. Maggie wouldn't let you go without telling her the whole truth. She took her sister role very seriously.

"I, uh, I really like Daryl. Have been since the farm and well, uh, we're kinda together?"

A big smile stretched over Maggie's face. "Honestly? I suspected that you two were a thing." You blinked; shocked and surprised. "W-Wha'? How?" Her smile widened as stepped closer; wrapping an arm around you. "The looks you give each other? Him always making sure you're safe? Especially when we were on the road? I noticed, sis. You two were being not quite subtle..." Your cheeks reddened even more at her words. "Hey, sweetie. No need to be embarrassed 'bout it. I'm happy for you, truly. Daryl is a good man - but if he hurts you, I'll still cut off his balls." You couldn't help but giggle; your nervosity finally melting away. "He won't, Maggie. He's a keeper." "I know. I'm just sayin'..." Your sister said and started to walk away. Halfway, though, she turned back to face you; a smug grin on her lips. "Hey, sis?" "Yeah?" "If you need some, Glenn and I can spare a few condoms," she hollered over; winking and causing you to blush once again. "Maggie!" "What?" She laughed. "Wrap it 'fore you tap it." You rolled your eyes and reached inside your pocket; fishing for something. Once you found the little foil package, you lifted it up for Maggie to see. "I know! I'm prepared!"

Your sister's smirk even widened, "See you in the morning then." and winked at you once more. Before she could walk away, you stopped her. "Maggie?" Again she faced you. "Don't tell daddy yet, okay?" Your sister nodded, "I won't. This is up to you." and truly walked away this time.

Your gaze lingered on her for a moment, before you made your way to the watch tower; silently closing the door behind you and walking up the steps to reach the top door. Cautiously, you stepped inside; finding Daryl gazing out of the window.

"Yer late," his deep, gruff voice urged to your ears as he turned with the tiniest smirk twitching on the corner of his lips. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I, uh, ran into my sister on the way." He shook his head, "'No need ta apologise, darlin'. Hell, 'm happy ya even came." and put his crossbow carefully down; leaning it against the wall beside you rifle.

You raised a playful eyebrow at him. "Why on earth shouldn't I? This is the first time we have some real privacy since the farm." Daryl shrugged his shoulders; chewing on his bottom lip. "Dunno. Coulda lost interest in me or somethin'." "Lose interest in you?" You asked almost in disbelief, "Daryl..." and stepped closer to the archer. You casually leaned against his broad body; hands playing with the buttons of his ruby coloured shirt. "I will never lose interest in you. I love you way too much for that - and the things you make me feel."

A small, smug smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "The things I make ya feel, huh? Tha' good?" You scoffed and playfully slapped his chest. "You know damn well it is."

The archer held your intense gaze for another moment, before he cupped your cheeks and without further ado connected your lips with his; dragging you into a fierce, passionate kiss. A kiss which was enough to light up the fire between you.

With his lips still hungrily moving against yours, Daryl's big hands went to grab your waist and swiftly turn you around in order to urge you forward. When the back of your thighs collided with the edge of a little desk, you knew what Daryl had in mind. Before you were even able to finish your thought, one of Daryl's strong arms engulfed your waist and effortlessly lifted you onto the desk. A soft squeak escaped your lips at his sudden movement, but it quickly faded into a moan as the archer started to latch on your neck; his arm still firmly wrapped around you.

"D..." You gasped and tried to somehow signal him that you were in desperate need of more; arms clinging to his broad upper body. But the man was so lost in you and your sweet scent, that he didn't notice. So, you had to take the steering wheel.

Wrapping your legs around his thighs, you urged him closer; hips colliding with yours. A deep, guttural grunt left Daryl's lips. He pulled back to look at you; pupils blown wide - swallowed by love and desire. Now he got the hint.

Wetting his lips, he made quick work to open your tech-wear pants. "Get rid of 'em, will ya?" He grunted with a nod; now undoing his own rugged jeans. You giggled at his sudden impatience; shedding your pants and underwear, before hopping back onto the desk.

Daryl stepped between your open legs; calloused fingers dancing over your bare thighs, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.

In a swift motion, he hooked his palms underneath the back of your knees and pulled you forwards; lips crashing against yours once again. Before your hazy brain was able to catch up, were Daryl's hips moving against yours. All you could do was moan into his kiss and hold onto the archer for dear life.

"D-Daryl..." You breathed; fingers clawing into his angel-winged vest. You could feel him shaking his head against your shoulder. "I-I know, s-sunshine," he grunted; biceps bulging at how tightly he grasped the edge of the wooden desk. You moaned; burying one hand in his hair, which had grown quite a lot in the past months.

Moments later, you fell into the sweet abyss of pleasure together.

The archer was panting hard against your neck; palms now resting on your thighs. "I love ya, too." You giggled and turned your head to press a lingering kiss against his scruff cheek.

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[floweryanarchy]

Something silly I thought of and I thought it might fit in with your Outlaw AU: The companions and how well they can maintain their poker faces during... poker.

Astarion: Pretty good, but if he gets two or more bad hands in a row he gets frustrated and loses his composure.

Gale: Thinks he does but the "Oooh ho ho!" when he gets a good hand is a dead giveaway.

Shadowheart: Yeah. Of course she has an amazing poker face.

Lae'zel: Nope. Gets angry with the dealer if they don't deal her the cards she wants.

Wyll: Pretty solid poker face. Not because he's actually trying to bluff the other players, he's just having a good time and has learned not to gamble with anything he doesn't want to lose.

Karlach: Surprisingly, yes. Always acts super jazzed no matter what card she gets as a bluff and when she shows her (bad) hand, she absolutely cackles that the others fell for it. Again.

Halsin (is he going to show up?): Stoic, solid, 10/10 pokerface.

Minthara: Kind of a cross between Karlach and Halsin. Grumbles at every card she's dealt but manages to keep her cool.

Unsure if you have anything planned for these two but I'm including them anyway

Jaheira: If she isn't the dealer then yes she has a great poker face. Mostly because she doesn't really care that much.

Minsc: Boo has to keep explaining all the different hands to him, Minsc gets confused because he thinks hands mean, like, actual hands. Still manages to win every night

Oh my gosh I love how much thought you put into this!!

Gale going “oohhh ho Ho!” Is so on point, I visualized that so accurately in my head as I read it.

AND KARLACH AHHHHH

Minsc is so me though, poker makes no sense.

[theworldsgreatestgambler]

READ BEFORE ASK/RP!

Heya! This blog is based on the Roblox game Forsaken, specifically the character Chance.

OPEN YOUR EYES 🪽 EVENT GUIDE

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW

This blog is run by a minor, no NSFW.

i also run @v01dst4rs & @fortunesofthedamned

This is a roleplay-type blog. Story driven. The AU im currently roleplaying is very centered on Chance specifically

I may respond in drawn pictures, it depends how im feeling!

I am not affiliated with the Forsaken team!!

If you ever want to chat my DMS are open! Im always happy to talk! I have a disc as well!

Q: Will there be more characters? A: maybe! In the far future perhaps....

Q: Can we use our own characters/ocs to ask? A: Absolutely!! Anyone can send an ask.

Q: Where can we get caught up with the story? A: I'll keep all the important events under the cut!

Q: can we rp characters from different media? A: yup! Any media relating to roblox!

WHAT YOU CAN & CAN'T DO

Absolutely NO NSFW // I dont do ships, sorry!!

Asking anonymously, in character, in rp, just a regular ask is all a-ok!! // feel free to suggest your headcannons or rp characters from other media as long as its roblox based!

Roleplaying lore // ABSOLUTELY GO FOR IT ask blog lore rps are the best

About Chance, my AU, lore, and tags under cut

ABOUT CHANCE

Pronouns : he/they

Personality: confident, positive, a bit cocky at times

Extra : he has a bunny named Spade!

Actions will look like this - [*He lifts his head, taken off guard by the sudden entry*]

Speech will look like this - "Well, hello! How can I help ya? That's quite the entrance."

ABOUT MY AU

This AU is centered on specifically Chance, he doesn't want to believe the reality of things, and often tends to try to hide from it in his imagination.

They pretend. Thats how they're so good at keeping a poker face.

The Spectre despises his ability to keep calm, and wants to break him down slowly.

Whats happening now? : #Hey! Hey Chance! / #act 1 / #the pawn

PERSONAL HEADCANNONS

Chance's glasses move with his emotions, I cant explain why I just feel like that gives him a more cartoony feel

Dyed hair tips, just feels like him.

Piercings!

Chance would rather die than let someone else get hurt in his place.

His luck has very comedic timing.

WHAT WE'VE DONE

ONGOING: EVENT ACT 1, #the pawn / #hey! hey chance! / #act 1

After Chance woke up, the spectre began to speak to him.. Ettore -> @/m4fios0 stopped by to check on him, and they informed him about the nagging voice as it only grew louder. . .

Ettore turned to leave, but before he did he heard it too. The two camped out in Chance's cabin. but by then... It was too late. Stalemate

It called to them, Chance followed its voice, entranced. It lead him into the woods and took him as its prey. What happened to you Chance?

INT TAGS

#Chance and John Doe / luckycode - The king of corruption interacts?? Wow im honored

#pokerpizza - Elliot interacts! His best friend :)

#playtime with sarah - his daughter interacts!

#fleshcoin - fleshcousin interacts!

#pokerdebt - Mafioso interacts!

OTHER

#Pokerface - ooc

#Lucky7 - in character

#Fullhouse - lore

#Badbeat - noncannon/ignore this (doesn't apply to actual lore)

#Jackpot - cannon (applies to actual lore)

chances opinions!

John Doe: He desperately wants to learn more about him.

Builderman: Cautious, but looks up to him

Elliot : His best friend, he gets very defensive about him.

Apollo : his child

Mafioso : His closest friend.

Ty for the dividers - ♠,♦

[tokiwarcube]

Whether reader is a fan or works with Dethklok in some way, if they were trying to keep a relationship a secret from the public and even the other band members (at least for a month or so) who do you think would be the best and worst member of Dethklok at sneaking around with reader? Like for secret makeout sessions and dates, or sneaking in and out of rooms at night and in the morning, etc; whose the one whose only gonna make it a couple hours cus they can't keep a pokerface with you in the same room as them vs the whole month, and everyone is actually shocked they never noticed?

This was such a blast to work on -- took this one with me to noodle at on my trip, and finished finally finished up back home! Enjoy!

+ Charles as well, because I said so <3

1.) Charles

Charles is such an obvious choice for the number one spot here — while his eyes do get notably soft around you, there are certain… benefits to working with five, easily distracted dumbasses. If you two already work together, then really, there isn’t much to worry about.

But if you don’t? Well, that becomes a little bit harder. If they get even the inkling that you two are something more — even if its as some offhanded joke — they’re never going to let it go. They probably won’t blabber about the two of you to the media, but that’s really only because they don’t do media.

But truly, Charles’ composure is like no other: you could be perched pretty on his lap in his office, and the second he hears footsteps you’ll be back in your own seat — and no matter how frazzled you are, his calm is always enough to sway curious minds.

10/10, no notes.

Pickles the Drummer

Pickles is a bit of a mixed bag, but overall, he’s pretty good at keeping your relationship under wraps! You two have such a good dynamic within your relationship, with such an even back and forth of playfulness that really, it’s hard for outsiders to actually distinguish it from his usual banter. He pokes so much fun at you, and vice versa, that it never really seems like you’re getting special treatment in front of the guys.

And believe me, he loves getting a bit handsy just as much as the next guy. Or… maybe a bit more. But he can keep it in his pants until you’re behind closed doors… and a casual hug here and there can easily be blamed on the alcohol. He’s pretty good at redirecting the guys when they start prodding a bit too much into what exactly you guys are to one another.

The biggest risk to y’all getting exposed, however, is his jealous streak. It doesn’t take too much to set him off, and the spiral he goes on is a bit too deep to be considered an entirely platonic reaction.

8/10, surprisingly good at the game, but falls apart quickly under certain circumstances.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

His ranking here might be controversial, but I think if you already work together, or are at least spend time together regularly, he’s capable of keeping your relationship a secret for a good while — and only partially because of his reputation.

You two were likely friends long before you entered a relationship, so from the guys’ point of view, its not unusual for him to perk up when you enter the room. And even before you started dating, he was a bit of a flirt. As such, he has a good bit of leeway in public, or even around the boys with that! I mean, he’s Skwisgaar Skwigelf — of course he’s eyefucking you at the dinner table. Of course he’s flirting with you, leaning into your space, and calling you all these pretty names. It’d be weirder if he stopped doing all of that, honestly. The biggest red flag is when he stops bringing people back, though. Now that really catches people’s attention, and makes them start second guessing what you guys really are to one another.

Being a fan complicates things a bit more, though. As I’ve said time and time again, relationships are exceedingly rare for Skwisgaar, and so having to keep the only real one he’s ever had a complete secret is really hard for him! Because as a fan, he can’t really bring you around all the time, or flirt too heavy in public without raising a few brows. This all becomes especially hard once he starts getting acclimated to your sweeter, more innocent touches. He just wants to be close to you, and he can’t really do that in public.

7/10, benefits from how slow-burn you were, but fumbles it with his newfound desire for emotional intimacy.

William Murderface

Honestly, I think he would take a bit of offense to keeping the relationship a secret. You’ve gotta have a pretty good reason for it to keep it from hurting his feelings.

Once you get him through that, he actually has quite a bit of fun with it! But… he is painfully obvious in his affections, contrary to what he thinks. He has a lot of trouble spewing his average level of vitriol at you once he comes to terms with the depth of his affections, and there’s not a single person on earth who couldn’t pick up on that change. When you’ve built your career — and really, your life — on being a dick, even the smallest bit of softness stands out like a flare in the night. It might take people a little bit to pick apart his actual affection for you from the intermittent flattery he throws at people, but once it’s pinpointed, it’s pretty damn hard to miss.

He also lacks some situational awareness… by which I mean when you’re making out, his entire world narrows onto you. So if there’s even a microscopic chance that you could be walked in on, it’s up to you to be the aware one.

And while he can sneak you in and out of his room decently… he isn’t exactly subtle the morning after. He might as well lean back with a smoke in his hand, at this rate… no, wait— that’s exactly what he does. Like Toki, his primary saving grace falls back onto how the band and media just… refuse to take him seriously. Poor man.

5/10, but through little effort of his own.

Toki Wartooth

Listen, Toki is about as subtle as a brick through the window. He doesn’t really get your reasoning behind the secrecy in the first place, but to his credit, he will try for your sake… however, its still painfully obvious that you’re not exactly platonic. He’s liable to let some sweet pet-names slip, and while he’s fairly touchy with friends, he absolutely clings to you more than most.

He is, however, alarmingly good at sneaking around with you. And he’s gotten damn-good at stealing kisses in the microcosm of time where you aren’t being watched — if anything, this becomes his own game to see how much he can get away with before you two get caught.

His one saving grace is that his bandmates (and the media) don’t really take him seriously. He could be planning your wedding on live TV, complete with finances and documents, and a single refutation on your end could dispel every single accusation lobbied at the two of you.

4/10, but only through sheer luck.

Nathan Explosion

Listen: Nathan thinks he’s fantastic at hiding a relationship… but Nathan in love is a completely different person. It’s painfully obvious that he’s got something for you, and frankly, the guys were already suspicious when he was still in the crushing stage. He’s softer around you, he actually listens to your opinions and what you have to say… and once you start dating, you’ll notice how his hands trail after you a bit when you leave the room, too. He’ll deny the accusations when his bandmates start prodding, but of course, they see through him pretty damn fast. He’s down abysmal for you.

Not to mention, it’s also borderline impossible to miss him in a hallway, Mr. Frankenfeet, so sneaking in and out of his room always has to be a solo endeavor.

And well, he doesn’t really think before speaking… or punching, for that matter — so if one person starts talking shit about you, the cat will be pretty much out of the bag.

2/10, for effort.

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 17 - "I never said it would be easy."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: I saw a post with a comment that Dan chronological wise is ten years old according to a wiki, I haven't seen it myself but I decided to run with it for this anyway.

It was supposed to be a normal morning but that got quickly interrupted by a long drawn out shout of 'Bruce' and a white and black blur suddenly flying though their ceiling right at Bruce. Two out of four present bat-kids instantly sprang up from their chairs into defense positions and with drawn weapons. The other two only arched an eyebrow before turning their attention back to their breakfast with a suppressed laugh, they had seen that black and white blur often enough during their times as Robin.

Damian glared at his older brothers as he stood with drawn throwing knives while Tim after a second of realization sighed, righten his chair from the ground and sat only slightly embarrassed at how Dick and Jason laughed.

Hovering above their breakfast table with his hands on Bruce's shoulder was now Phantom also known as Danny Nightingale, looking completely frazzled. The source of the yell as well as white and black blur from seconds ago.

"Bruce! I need your help! Please! I can't ask Jazz because she is busy and I sure as hell won't ask Trenchcoat. I don't think Supes can handle them and you're like the only one else I could think of to ask! Bruce, please!"

None of the bat kids really knew how long exactly Bruce had known Phantom. The man had only recently admitted to personally knowing the Ghost Hero when Nightwing had caught Phantom collapsing onto Batman and de-transforming and Batman handling it like that hadn't been the first time. They only knew that he had been an unofficial member of Justice League Dark and was the one that helped Jason with his Pit Madness as well as came to visit every now and then as Danny. What they had learned additionally from Alfred was that Phantom was the adopted son of Alfred's old friend and that when Bruce had been younger, he often came to visit or to hang out with them to escape his own family drama.

The bat-kids had figured out that way that Bruce and Danny were probably something akin to childhood friends that both also worked in the hero buisness.

Either way no one was in danger and so they watched on with curiosity as to what Phantom wanted. So far the Ghost Hero was still rambling on and on about something he couldn't entrust to anyone other than Bruce, while their father was leisurely taking a sip from his coffee completely pokerfaced like he was used to the other man rambling at him like that.

"Danny." Bruce finally cut in as the other was about to restart his entire plea for help. "World ending or personal."

The white haired man blinked as he finally floated to the side and let his reformed feet touch the ground. "Both? Sort of?"

Bruce grunted, the universal sigh for the other man to elaborate and the children payed attention interested on what was going on.

"I have a diplomatic meeting with the Tempest Dimension. One of their Demon Lords discovered that interdimensional travel is actually possible by having created a portal when he tried to teleport somewhere in their Dimension. I can't take Dani and Dan with me for this, the last time I allowed them to accompany me they nearly caused a dimensional war. Clockwork doesn't want to watch them, Jazz is to busy trying her newest psychological tortur- I mean therapy on Joker and I can't make the fruitloop watch them since both Dan and Dani swore they would wreck havoc if I leave them with him during football season."

Bruce arched an eyebrow and Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yea I know, but last time Trenchcoat watched them he nearly sold his soul again to never ever babysit them again. And Clark is too nice to watch them, they will use it against him."

Bruce hummed. "How old are they now?"

"Five and ten body wise since the assimilation process with their bodies finished a couple years ago. They should start normal aging soon."

The bat-kids exchanged confused, disturbed and partially horrified looks at what the two men were talking about. There were so many questions they had. They were wondering if they could make Bruce talk about his childhood and get some information about Phantom that way. Tim had attempted researching him once and barely found anything besides some disturbing information about a haunted tourist town called Amity Park that was Phantom's territory.

"Bruce! Please! They have a dragon with a human body in that dimension! I just know that Dan or Dani will attempt to fight him!" Suddenly an idea popped in Dicks head and exchanged a glance with his siblings, checking if they had similar thoughts.

"We could watch them!" Dick then piped up, this was their chance to find out more about Phantom and his relationship with their dad.

Wide green eyes blinked at Dick and for a moment he felt like he had made a grave mistake, especially as he noticed Jason was sneaking away now like he decided he did not want to be part of any of this. Which is fair but come on, this was their chance.

"Are you sure?" Phantom questioned him carefully, side eyeing Bruce who was still calmly sipping his coffee and gave phantom a slight nod.

"You said five and ten, right? How bad can it be watching kids their age! They can even hang out with me and Dami!"

"Do not involve me-" Damian's complaint was shushed by Tim stuffing a pancake in the others mouth, earning him a death glare from their youngest but it was good to know that at least one of them was on his side with this plan.

This time Danny exchanged a full on look with their father, it appeared like they were silently talking. Something Dick doesn't really remember Bruce doing with anyone in the way he saw it right now.

"Well if you say so…" Phantom slowly agreed before reaching with his hand into a green portal pulling out a heavy looking bag. "This is the medicine box. If either of them look the slightest bit melty use the syringes in here. That's ecto-dejecto and basically ghost medicine for them. Though for emergencies there is a portal amulet that leads right to Frostbite."

The bat-kids looked stunned at what Danny was holding up before putting it back into the medical box and pulling out a silver green thermos front he bag. "If Dan misbehaves in any way or form use this to put him in time out. Just point the open Thermos in his direction and press the button down here. Pressing the button again will release him, but if he misbehaves to the point of having to use the thermos you can leave him in there until I pick them up again."

They knew that Phantom wasn't completely human but was that normal parenting? Hadn't they seen him use that thermos on enemies of the JLD before? And he was using it to discipline his kids?

"They know better than to overshadow anyone to get their will but in case one of them does, these bracelets should keep you safe from it. Otherwise call Bruce, he is one of the four and a half adults they listen to too."

"Is all of that really necessary? I am just babysitting them right?" Dick asked, still a bit stunned as Phantom handed him the bag.

"Yes. I never said it would be easy." The man only answered before opening another portal and sticking his head through for a brief moment.

A little girl of five hopped out of it a second later looking like a perfect copy of Danny Nightingale's human form, though what was more shocking was the hulk of a man with flaming hair coming through the portal growling and snarling at them as the grown man stood behind the girl with crossed arms. From the corner of his eyes Dick saw Phantom pinching the bridge of his nose. Before he floated over to the tall man and quite frankly pinched and pulled on that man's ear.

"Dan. Human-form now."

The man continued to growl and snarl for a moment with blazing red eyes before two white circles formed around his middle. A transformation they had seen a couple of times before from Phantom after Bruce had admitted to knowing him personally and introduced him as Danny.

Instead of the hulking beast of a man there was now a ten years old boy that looked surprisingly similar to Damian just lighter skinned and blue eyed. The boy still growled at them with his arms crossed while the little girl giggled. Damian was looking at the two with narrowed eyes before he turned his stare on Bruce.

"This is Dani and Dan." Danny introduced the two kids and Dick heard Tim mutter something about unoriginality when it came to naming. But before anyone else could comment on anything or even greet the kids an eyeball appeared out of thin air. The ghost hero and his kids looked at it for a moment before the man sighed dismissing it with a wave of his hand.

"I have to go now! Dani, Dan behave and play nice. If anything goes wrong Bruce has my emergency summoning pendant!" A second later Phantom disappeared through the portal the kids had come in, the little girl, Dani, gleefully shouting a quick "Bye mom!" Before the portal closed.

There was a moment of silence before Damian decided to break it. "Father, I believe there is something you have failed to inform us about."

"And that would be?"

"The existence of blood related siblings you have sired with Phantom."

[lullabyes22-blog]

Snippet - A Cake in the Sky - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Meanwhile, in Timebomb land...

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

"It's..." she stops, "...complicated."

"Big word."

"Uh-huh. Lots of corners to catch yourself on."

"Or paint yourself into."

Jinx smiles. His sense of humor's still the easygoing kind you fall backwards into. "I'm good at climbing outta corners. No fingerprints. No tracks. Not a hair outta place."

"So: a crime-scene?"

"Not yet."

Her cheek's still cradled his chest. She feels his heartbeat quicken. His breath, held in. Then he lets it go, and encircles an arm around her waist.

"We're already a crime scene," he says matter-of-factly. "Question is: do we have an alibi ready, if they find us?"

"We do."

"Yeah?"

"A bulletproof one." Jinx's smile sneaks wider. "See, I'm not really here."

"Where are you then? Safe in bed with six dozen bombshells, catching your beauty sleep?"

"Nope. In a ship docked at the harbor. Celebrating my Big Nineteeth by getting frisky with two smugglers from Bilgewater."

"Simultaneously?"

"Yep." She stretches languorously. Her patented style: flirtation, with talons bared. "They're both major hotties. One's a redhead with a wicked right hook and a gift for knifeplay. The other's a slickster with raven locks and a thing for corsets and rope. I'll have 'em both at gunpoint—that is, until they turn the tables on me. Then we'll see who gets tied down."

"Sounds..." Ekko clears his throat, "...raunchy."

"The best cover stories always are."

From under her bangs, Jinx dares a peek. Starlight dapples Ekko's profile. His stare is both half-lidded and slow-burning. This isn't a game, but he's a pro at keeping a pokerface. For her sake, she sometimes thinks. So he doesn't have to lament the hand they've both been dealt.

Jinx laments for him: a hundred regrets condensed into a single sigh.

"I wish it were true," she says.

"What? Getting railed by a couple of pirates?"

"Not that." Well, maybe a little. "Being somewhere else. Someone else. Doing anything. Or everything. The whole world under my wingspan, and nothing holding me back."

"I think we both know nothing could stop you," Ekko says. "You'd blow a hole through the sky just to keep going."

"Yeah." A dreamy smile. "It'd be such a big hole, too. Like a blue moon. Or a big ol’ cake. I'd take a big bite out of it. Pick the crumbs of Enlightenment outta my teeth. Though I doubt it'd taste better than The Sugarplum Fairy's newfangled cannoli-olee-ohs."

"Cannoli-olee-ohs?"

"You haven’t tried ‘em? They’re neat-o! All whipped cream and powdered sugar. Kinda like an éclair, but crunchy. Though if you eat too many, you'll get the runs. Also: coconut-flavored burps. Which is weird, 'cuz coconut's not listed in the ingredients. Guess the chef just couldn't resist the ol' exotic twist."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Trust me—I’m a connoisseur." She tips a wink. "That's East Demacian for cake slut."

"And how'd you get so, uh, experienced?"

"That's classified." Jinx sucks her cheeks in; mock-zips her mouth shut. "But I'll give ya a hint. Pre-Siege, Topside's local constabulary were confounded by a string of disappearances involving high-end patisseries. Always, at the stroke of midnight, their kitchens would be broken into. All the morning's stock—apricot turnovers, strawberry mille-feuilles, triple-layer buttercream sponge—gone without a trace. Well, nearly without a trace. Mostly crumbs scattered round the sidewalk. And a suspicious amount of melted ganache."

"Wack." The corners of Ekko’s eyes crinkle. "Was it a baker's cult?"

"It was me breaking curfew."

"Midnight munchies?"

"Better." Jinx grins, dimples biting into her cheekbones. "My quest to track down the bundtest bundt cake in Runeterra. Had a three-page list of contenders. Started small: backdoor bakers, cinnabon stalls, doughnut shops. Worked my way up to upscale eateries. Word spread. Rumormongers dubbed me The Sugarplum Fairy."

"After your favorite pastry shop?"

"The shop's name came after. Totally coincidentally! But yeah. Seems the owner was a fan of yours truly's handiwork." A lazy shrug. "Now I pop in at least once a week. For the cannoli-olee-ohs, naturally. But also 'cuz the gals there cut me the sweetest deals. Next time I'm in their neck of the woods, I'll snag ya a boxful, gratis."

A chuckle vibrates through Ekko's ribs. Jinx feels each note: mellowness unbottled. She wants to drink it down to the last chord.

"The notorious Jinx," he says. "Thief of pastries."

"Meh. I prefer confection connoisseur."

"Why'd you quit?"

"Folks started putting out saucers of milk. Like I was a real fey, and a dumb one to boot! Dumb enough to trade lava cake for lactose. One guy left out a shotglass with a swizzle-stick in it. And a note: 'You can steal my creme horns, so long as I can cream you.' Along with his address. In red ink." She huffs, bangs wisping off her forehead. "Perv, much?"

"And what became of him?"

"Got what was coming: a nice box of guano right on his doorstep. Pudding in the mailbox, too."

"And by pudding you mean...?"

"Pureed crow shit. Hand-squeezed."

A grimace crimps Ekko's grin. "Did you wash your hands after?"

"Duh. Didn't wanna ruin my manicure." Sighing, Jinx nibbles on a hangnail. "The whole thing took the wind outta my sails, though. Not to mention: Topside began suspecting it was Fissurefolk doing it. They already blamed us for everything from burned porridge to smashed windowpanes to dead cats. Didn't take long for Enforcers to start dragging anyone with candy in their pockets to the pokey."

"So you dropped the act."

"Uh-huh."

"For the good of the masses."

"Something like that." Jinx's sigh, this time, comes loaded. "Being an icon's not all it's cracked up to be."

Silence spreads, an echo-chamber reverberating with a lifetime of unfinished fights. Chief among them: their differing definition of Icon. To Ekko, it's a girl who turned herself into a lightning rod for every flavor of vice Piltover could sling the Undercity's way—mischief-maker; murderess; harbinger.

But to Jinx?

It is her own identity stripped to the studs of its contradictions. Her end eked out as slowly and surely as Zaun's emancipation: step-by-step, layer-by-layer. From freedom fighter to funhouse mirror to firebrand, until she holds no shape beyond the perceptions of others. No room to carve her niche; no space to break free of the rubble her birth-city's buried her under. Only more boxes waiting to be filled; more scripts needing filling-in.

And on and on, ad infinitum, until perfection wrings her mortal coil dry. Until fate and choice unite in one indivisible line, as inescapable as the bullet.

Until she is erased for good.

An ache blooms in Jinx's sternum. Grows branches between her ribs, where the cicatrix from Silco's knife remains. Once she'd loved the touch; taken pleasure in the proof of possession. Now the mark's as suffocating as steel bars, and the only key's the secret shape burnt into her shoulderblades, where wings beg to erupt.

It's a moment before Ekko breaks the quiet.

"So," he says, "a big cake in the sky. That's what you want for your Name Day?"

Jinx cracks a laugh. It's not a pretty sound: all jagged melody and rough-cut lyrics. But that's only the first wave. Her funny-bone, rusty from disuse, getting a tune-up. The second wave's sweeter. The ghost of the little girl she'd been. The one who'd believed in anything, and everything.

Everything except herself.

Ekko's embrace tightens. Always, he braces himself against the first sharp edge. Then it melts, and so does he: into a moment that's as near to harmony as either has known.

"Yeah," Jinx says, as the mirth subsides. "A cake in the sky. That's it."

[transformers-spike]

https://www.tumblr.com/transformers-spike/776218036612022272/swindles-pet-reader-getting-yoinked-by-the

Oooo! Cuddly reunion sex! He was saving this new attachment for something special but what’s more special then his pretty pet proving their loyalty and affection to him? He expects to keep his composure because you know, he’s certainly been around the block—he’s salesman, everythings on the table y’know!—but primus, the heat, the softness, and all the little sounds. This is probably the last nail in the coffin for the thought of ever letting you go. You’re off the market. You’re Swindle’s now, period.

And of course that feeling is cemented more when you insist on checking on him too, you’re very adamant on knowing if he was injured and helping if you can. And then, of course, you surprise him a little with the fact you want to treat him, focus on him for a bit. He’s got a good pokerface so he tamps that surprise down with a charming smile but on the inside? Oh primus. Yeah he’ll let you focus on him, whether its spike or valve or both.

It's a nice night of cuddly back-and-forth that definitely ends with you both satiated and curled up on his chassis while he scrolls on data pads. Likely coming up with new ways to make sure no other bots get their grubby servos on you.

—He’s also definitely thinking but also definitely not thinking about feelings. Taking you off the market and calling you his is already such a big target on his and your back…but what would happen if you bring up the big L word? He’s thinking about all your affectionate gestures, the kisses to his digits and his face, the cuddling, nicknames, and falling asleep. And now, there’s that soft kiss you planted on his mouth tonight after you made him overload hard enough that his legs *shook*. He’s going to have to think about this, but not right now, he wants to enjoy this moment.

This was just supposed to be a fun time - but this rocked his world and now he's contemplating his life choices. He's not coming to terms with being a human-fucker, no, he's coming to terms with being a human-lover

The reader most definitely masturbated while thinking of his - and it turned out even sweeter than expected. I think his human has a pretty high libido, and well, he doesn't mind quenching their need for spike (especially because they need his spike in particular). Dude actively hates the thought of anyone else getting his pet going this way. I'm now imagining the Autobots having to grapple with the possibility that Swindle fucks his human. The Decepticons, even if they didn't see everything, are looking at him suspiciously - but none of them care enough to make their suspicions known

[emelinstriker]

Soundwave & Shockwave ♡ Be More Expressive

Second X Reader one-shot to be dropped. And guess who's just been told that her wisdom teeth need to be extracted. Fuck. :D

[TL;DR] You have stickers and art supplies. And two lovely victims.

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

"There is nothing logical about what you are doing."

"Shush'up, Shocky- I'll have you know I'm great at drawing!" You sassily stated as you continued working on a little doodle on his shoulder pad. You drew it right in your science lover's field of view so he would also remember you were there. However, your body was in front of the drawing to make it a bit of a surprise. So for the last few minutes Shockwave was only able to stare at your butt. Not bad of a sight in his point of view (literally), but he was still curious.

"That's not what I was referring to."

"I know, I know... But then you'll have something that reminds you of our relationship! No worries, it's easy to wash off if you don't like the drawing in the end." The cyclops ex-vented, deeming your response as logical enough to please him.

"And... tadaaa! What do you think?" You moved aside so Shockwave could have a proper look at what you did to his shoulder pad.

You drew an adorable little piece of his and Soundwave's helms, as well as your head surrounded by a heart. Shockwave actually felt a little flattered by your artwork, and yet he decided to play off what he actually felt.

"It looks logical", he commented. You pouted at his response. Again, he found your human way of expressing yourself interesting.

"Be more expressive, damn'it!" Suddenly your gaze locked onto your little bag filled with your art supplies... including stickers and sticky notes. You had a grin on your face as you pulled out a package of stickers and took out a few. Once you had a few sticking to your hand, you turned to give your Conjunx a bright smile before leaning down and lightly slapping random colorful stickers all over his chassis. If Shockwave had a faceplate instead of one optic, he probably would've given you a confused pokerface mixed with internal screaming. But here he was, simply observing your actions out of curiosity.

"What are you doing?"

"Sticking sticky stickers, duh. Here," you started as you grabbed a sticky note and wrote something on it before aggressively sticking the note just above his optic. "You deserve a DUM sticker for that question, mister!" You pouted at him before slapping his frame with more stickers. You finally decided to stop when you emptied one whole sticker package, finishing by putting a little unicorn sticker on your own cheek for a little partner look. Leaning back to have a better overview of your newest masterpiece, you hummed in satisfaction. The scientist was covered in stickers that looked definitely odd on him, accompanied by a DUM sticker over his optic. Good thing the note was so much smaller than his optic because otherwise giving him a little kiss on it would've made it a bit harder. "I love you."

After giving him the little kiss as appreciation for his tolerance, a certain Intelligence Officer came into the lab, much to Shockwave's relief and your happiness. You frantically waved one arm around up high, leaning back against Shockwave's helm. "Hiya, Sounders!"

As he walked over to the two of you, his visor held the image of a smile until he was standing in front of you and the bigger mech. The ex-gladiator raised his servo up next to you and gently rubbed your cheek with a digit. A pixel heart appeared on his visor as he did so. You giggled at his affection, leaning into his digit's touch. "Aw, I love you too."

You glanced at Shockwave's sticker-covered frame and smirked mischivously, turning back to face your other Conjunx' visor. The heart instantly faded and got replace with a raised eyebrow emoticon. He didn't like that look on your face and decided to leave while he still could. So, he slowly pulled his digit away from you and took one step backwards.

"Hey Shocky," you started as you pulled out another package of stickers. "Wanna see me make Sounders suffer as well?" His ear fins perked up in delight. He was definitely amused by your suggestion.

"Equality only seems logical, sweetspark."

Shockwave approached the shorter mech, already armed with you in his servo. You were smirking, menacingly. The scientist held you out towards the TIC's chassis. And before said mech could escape by moving further back, there was already a unicorn sticker slapped onto him. Surprised by your swiftness, he looked down at his chassis. You caught him off-guard once more when he saw you had already drawn a little red heart on Laserbeak's left wing.

That's when he heard rather evil giggling coming from his right.

Oh scrap. You were now on his shoulder pad, doodling away with a line of stickers already trailing up from his chassis to the side of his helm.

You and Shockwave weren't exactly the sneakiest duo, so this greatly surprised him. Then again, he must've been in some form of trance in that moment. However, there wasn't much he could do to stop you now that you already marked him with your stickers and drawings. Well, more like he didn't have the spark to stop you. You have managed to basically capture him and he was being a good sport about it.

The scientist had already resumed working on the project you had interrupted earlier, calm relief visible in his posture. His sticker-covered frame turned to you one last time. "They are your artistic problem now, Soundwave. Do not bring them back until all their stickers and art supplies are gone from their possession." His right ear fin flicked upwards by a little, as if he was smirking at your other lover.

You laughed at his words while the masked mech showed a smiley on his visor as he nodded. Then he decided to walk out of the room with you still present on his shoulder, having your fun with your supplies.

Bonus:

Shockwave approached Megatron's location, ready to report his progress, when the warlord suddenly let out a chuckle. He couldn't even look the cyclops properly in the optic. The DUM sticker was too much of a funny distraction.

"I see. Soundwave wasn't the only victim affected by this... sticky situation."

His ear fins drooped at his master's discovery, unamused by the joke. That's when he looked behind the grey mech and noticed Soundwave completely covered in stickers and lovely drawings. He had more stickers on him than Shockwave, and yet still held a pixel heart on his visor as he used one digit to pat their shared organic Conjunx, who was still on his shoulder pad, on the head.

[ Masterlist ]

[theobservatory]

｡⁠☆Control Freak｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 

☆Cw: no pronouns, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as daughter, one F bomb

You are the daughter of Tony Stark, adopted, sure, but his daughter all the same. Between him and Pepper if there's anything you've picked up, it's how to hide how you feel. You pride yourself on how put together you look, how your hair is always neat, how your smile is always charming, how nobody ever really knows what you're thinking.

Then in comes Peter Parker to mess it all up for you.

The first time you met him was by complete accident. He'd only ever heard about you in passing, despite having been interning with your father for some amount of months by that point. To this day he still claims he didn't know the room was yours.

If you think you were surprised watching a bleeding vigilante rip off his mask and practically collapse on your floor, imagine his when you started screaming for your dad. How were you supposed to know this was spiderman? You'd never even seen a picture of him before then.

Your father wasted no time escorting him to the medbay, a funny little shrug to his shoulders and a casual, what're you gonna do, look on his face. You proceed to casually shrug back, and ignore the way your heart is still racing from the scare.

You meet Peter again a few weeks later, once again unexpected. He's so remorseful, he looks like a kicked puppy as he apologizes for scaring you.

You are still frozen. It's 3am, you came out of your room for a snack not expecting anyone to be in the kitchen this late. Your PJs are rumpled, and your hair is sticking up like you've been electrocuted, somehow the guy even managed to catch you mid chew.

Still, you are no one if not your father's daughter. You swallow what's in your mouth, paying no mind to the pain of the half chewed food in your throat, and you pretend that you look ready to go to an annoying board meeting with your mother. Nevermind your heart racing, both from how cute the boy in front of you is, and how you're still reeling from being startled.

"Sorry, we haven't met. What's your name?"

And there was your mistake. Just one sentence opened the door for Peter Parker to enter your life.

From then on all he ever does is catch you off guard. He always seems to know how you feel or what you need. It tilts your world so off kilter that you don't know what to do at first.

"Hey, I brought leftovers, I thought you'd want some." Your stomach hasn't even growled yet. How did he know?

"I can make them leave if you want?" Your pokerface can rival your dad's. How did he know?

"Oh, you like dogs too?" You didn't even smile at the puppy. How did he know?

"The spider isn't going to hurt you, you don't have to be afraid of it." You hadn't even jumped. How. Did. He. Know?

You are completely lost around Peter. All of that careful control you've built up over the years is rendered completely minute. You feel like you've been thrown into the deep end and told to swim.

You don't like it.

Well, you don't like it in the beginning, at least.

You nag, tease, annoy, really any harmless slightly irritating thing, you do to Peter. Through it all, he just teases right back, like he knows you don't mean it.

So you get meaner, and he gets mean right back. Until somehow, he makes you laugh. He makes you laugh so hard it hurts your stomach and grips your chest. You don't know how he does it, but you want to learn, more than anything.

You learn that he likes starwars, and is overall a huge nerd that can only be matched by his best friend. You learn to get along with MJ to tag team Peter in verbal sparing, you learn all about crime rates, and chemicals you can't ever remember the names of, his favorite foods, what makes him angry, or sad.

You learn that he likes you, like- like-likes you. It leaves you floundering all over again, and maybe you like him like that too. You can't tell, and he seems to know that, like he always does.

You grumble on your first date, something about Peter and his stupidly cute fucking face. He laughs and returns the compliment, nervous in a way you can only see in his fiddling fingers.

The date goes amazingly well, too. At the end of the night, when he has to say goodbye, he's all anxious stutters and flushed cheeks. God, he's so sweet you think your teeth are gonna rot, and he really is no help with the way he flushes darker under your stare.

"Shut up, Peter." You say, before your heart explodes, and kiss him smack on the mouth.

His stuttering only gets worse after the kiss. There's a brief pause after you disconnect your lips from his where his fingers gently graze where they had just been, but then he explodes into various different sentences all being cut off by one another.

You find that you quite like catching him off guard like that, and after so many months of knowing each other? Yeah, it's time for payback.

Peter doesn't even catch your plotting grin, still too busy trying to calm his own heartbeat.

He doesn't get a clue how lovingly insufferable you're going to be for the rest of your lives.

You are excited the scales have been tipped in your favor.

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This came to me in a dream... A nightmare actually, but that's fine (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) it turned out cute didn't it ?

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