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cemeteryspider · 11 months ago

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The Two of Cups

Remy Lebeau x Mutant! Reader

Summary: Your ability was an innate connection with the world around you which lead you to the Xavier Mansion. As well as a certain Louisiana man.

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You were an oddball in the mutant community and an outcast of society. Largely you found peace in knowing this due to your connection to the spiritual relam. You found solace in the trees and wind and comfort in the changing seasons. In the lush grass and flower petals that dried your tears when no person was around for you.

Your mind often drifts, allowing you to find new places, unseen by human (or mutant) eyes in thousands of years. Some caves drew you in and allowed you to commune with wandering spirits, other times on high mountains the water would guide you through and out of danger.

It was a mutual trust, that you would respect the natural or physical world and the spirit world would guide you. Sometimes this leads to crystal shops with experts in divination or sad girls who would have their cards read by you and give their lives new meaning and a more hopeful disposition.

So you followed the whispers of the wind and the pull towards new adventures until you came across a quite large estate called Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. You were no longer a "youngster" but still you padded on allowing the soft grass to show you the way to your next venture as you had done so many times before.

A man in an advanced looking wheelchair greeted you at the door, "Ah you are the one I saw in Cerebro. Definitely not what I was expecting."

He looked you up and down from the long thick skirts that gently brushed the ground to your hair you kept up and out of your face. His stare wasn't like any you felt before.

It wasn't the stare your friends gave when you first started reading the cards and could practically see through the girls you read. It wasn't the scared stare your parents gave you when they found you levitating in the air with the cards circling you in a protective manner. It certainly wasn't the stare of the people who yelled at you calling you a witch when walking the otherwise quiet streets of a small town. No, it was a state of awe and understanding.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Xavier, my name is Y/n and it seems as though something pulled me to this place. Something strong," You looked around and saw children running around in the yard and teenagers practicing fledgling powers under the canopy of trees.

"No, the pleasure is all mine. There have been mutterings of someone with a spiritual connection roaming New York for the past few weeks, and when I saw you on Cerebro I knew I simply had to meet you."

The side of your mouth quirked up and you reached out your hand, which he gladly accepted, "Show me."

He guided you through the main building showing off classrooms filled with students learning math and history. Rooms dedicated to combat and self-defense. There were bedrooms, some colorful, some minimalist, and some dark and gloomy. Each place radiated a different emotion, the classrooms were focused with hints of boredom. The training rooms had an air of confidence and a slight fear of failure. Bedrooms had remnants of comfort and happiness, sadness, rest, wakefulness, love, and pity. Rarely were places so difficult to pin down.

He spoke about the architecture and the school's mission. You listened thoughtfully. Running your fingers along hundred year old wood paneling, and studying repairs made to walls carefully done to match. The kitchen had a rustic charm to it despite the overwhelmingly grandiose spectacle that was the rest of the estate.

Lastly you were on an elevator toward the lower floors of the mansion which were the newest additions to the property if the shift of decor told you the right story. There were endless halls of silver and doors with identity verification and a big doorway at the end with an X over it.

For a moment it overwhelmed you, never once in your travels were you taken to a place so modern, maybe even futuristic. The old towns with stories of witchcraft embedded into their history or rustic cabins next to trees that were hundreds of years old. Even to cliff faces that had been carved into by ancient peoples whose art can only be vaguely understood.

Except now you were in a different atmosphere, but with what you assumed to be the same goal, to help these people find themselves and provide guidance.

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You entered a room whose ceiling was opened showing the sky and a winged jet landing in the room you were standing in. People descended the short flight of stairs to the floor and looked at Xavier and then to you.

"Is everything alright, professor?" A guy with what seemed to be a red visor covering his eyes. Despite his eyes being covered you could feel the concern radiating off of him. You almost scoffed at the thought that you would harm or threaten the man sitting next to you, but then you remembered how weary you were when you first started traveling the country and eventually the world.

After all, you were kicked out of the house with just what you could carry in your backpack. Even before that being cast aside by classmates who didn't understand you.

"Everything is perfectly fine, Scott. My X-Men I would like to introduce you to Y/n, the mutant I've been telling you about," He smiled and gestured toward you. It seemed as though that flipped a switch in the people before you.

They started to approach you starting with Scott, "I'm Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men," He left you with a firm handshake.

Then a red-head, "I'm Jean Grey, a telepath and telekinetic, part of the X-Men. I've felt your presence in the psychic plane long before we met. It's a pleasure to finally connect with you face-to-face," She gave you a gentle hug and indeed it felt as though you've known each other for a long time.

You met others as well like Ororo, Rogue, and Jubilee but one person in particular seemed to catch your eye, "Bonjour, ma chérie! The name's Gambit, but you can call me Remy if you like."

He extended his hand to you but instead of the handshake the men before had offered he flipped your hand over and kissed your knuckles. You could feel your cheeks heat up, and he walked away with a wink.

"Why does the Cajun get all the pretty ladies that come in?" a figure with grayish-white skin, white eyes, and indistinct features grumbled beside a short man with prominent sideburns.

"Finally, my time to introduce myself. I'm Morph, probably second or maybe third in the mansion's prettiest man competition," he laughed, giving you a friendly pat on the back. "See you around, Tarot."

Then the man with sideburns grumbled something nearly incomprehensible but you could catch the word Logan in the midst of the mumbles.

"Those were the X-Men, my own vision and step toward human and mutant coexistence. I hope that you will stay and perhaps guide the wandering souls that reside here."

For a moment you felt a reluctance, the hope for an adventurer's life still called, wandering the Earth helping as many people as you could handle. Spending as much time as possible in the woods and a life outside the public eye. Then you remembered the pull and how it has never lead you to a place you didn't enjoy or to people you didn't befriend.

So you stayed.

A month after that fateful day you had become an integral member of the Xavier Institute. Caring for hurt children by bandaging their wounds, acting as sort of a counselor for the teenagers who feel abandoned or children who are having a hard time transitioning, and most importantly restoring spiritual balance to the mansion.

Though not quite as spiritual, the Professor, as you had taken to calling him, allowed you to place spiritual protection around the house. Selenite in window sills to cleanse the area and promote positivity. Placed black tourmaline near the doors of the house to absorb negative energies that may come through. Amethyst near the bedrooms for calming energies.

You often could be seen walking around the house with a burning sage bundle in your hand waving it around doorways and windows and sometimes circling the crystals with it. To some of the X-Men it was odd to them, but then they saw the effects on the students.

Some of them were able to look at one of the crystals in any of the rooms in the house and take a deep breath grounding themselves, and then take another stab at what they were working on. Whether that be a math equation, a vocab word, or a new skill with their abilities. Sometimes they even went to you for advice and even asked you to read their cards, which you did every once in a while.

If someone were to peek into the office, that Charles Xavier graciously granted you when you brought it up one day, they would usually see the three card spread. Past, Present, and Future. You gave comfort to the children worried about their lives and if they'll survive their adolescence. Maybe the clarity spreads for teenagers who have a specific situation they want insight on, whether it be a lover, a friendship, or even their mutant abilities.

One day when you were shuffling your deck you heard a sharp knock on the door, "Come in."

None other than Remy Lebeau walked through the door. He looked a tad nervous around at your dimly lit office filled with candles and burning incense.

You had been getting to know him more recently. One on one sparring with him while the rest of the team had paired up. Or sat next to each other at briefings and meals. Sometimes he even sat in your office grabbing bandages or holding hands as you disinfected wounds.

"Hey, Cher... Gambit was wonderin'... maybe you could read my cards,'' He was sharply eyeing a specific crystal with uneasiness. You were aware that he didn't mess with the supernatural.

Your brows furrow and you sit up straighter, "There's no magic here Remy, just a connection to the spiritual, its connection to me, and my connection to the cards."

His eyes soften and he quickly sits in the comfy chair on the other side of your table, "Okay Cher, I trust you."

He came from New Orleans, a deeply spiritual place with strong links to history, slavery, and powerful spiritual figures. You had observed the thin veil between the physical and spiritual during a couple of your many adventures, but you never felt the need to stay. You knew exactly when your time in New Orleans was done as soon as it was, then usually by the next day you were off again.

"Okay, hon," You started shuffling the cards between your hands and between your fingers as you speak, "What are you looking to ask the spirits?"

"Well, I was wonderin', well there's this girl I really like, and I was wondering what I should do about it?" He was idly picking at his fingers, staring at the cards in your hands, or at the walls, really anywhere but your eyes.

You toyed with some ideas in your head for a moment before choosing a spread of your own creation, "This will be a three card spread, the first card is how you really feel about her, no rose tinted glasses no nothing, the second card is how she feels about you, and the third is whether you should act on this or not."

"Okay, petite, let's do this," You fan the cards out and allow him to choose the cards he is most drawn to. You saw him crack his knuckles and reach for the cards. As he touched them you felt a pull towards him, and once the last card was set on the table you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

You gesture him to flip the first card over, and the face of the card is revealed. Four tall pillars holding up greenery with two people and a castle in the background.

You smile at the card, "The Four of Wands."

Remy looked up at you patiently and waited for your words, "This woman is your idealistic love. The universe has gifted you with your perfect match."

A smile started to play on his lips and you nodded your head toward the second card on the table. A naked blonde woman collecting water under a sky brightly filled with stars.

"This is The Star. This is a romantic and spiritual connection, there is a force known or unknown drawing her to you and most likely vice versa," You glance over at Remy's growing smile, "Is this going as you had planned?"

He looked up at you with wide eyes, and shook it off quickly, "Chere, I'm... I'm not sure."

You place your hand on his, "Will you flip the last card, Chere?"

You placed your hand over the familiar card and gently flipped it over. The people facing each other holding chalices.

"This is The Two of Cups, a deep mutual understanding usually of a romantic nature. Looking at this spread I see two people being drawn together both by proximity and spiritual connection. The you should tell her how you feel as the cards seem to point to a potential romantic relationship forming," You look up at him waiting for him to say something.

"Well, Chere, I thought you would talk me out of doing this, but it seems that the stars have aligned," He took a deep breath before looking deeply into your eyes, "Ever since I first saw you, I've felt drawn to you. Moth to a flame and all that, but I wasn't sure about how to approach the topic. I guess I'll just go for it, would you like to go out with Gambit sometime."

You could see him nervously fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and his eyes darting across your face. All you could do was smile, "Yes, Remy I would love to go out with you."

An all out smile formed on his face from ear to ear, the crows feet at the edges of his eyes crinkled. It wasn't long before you were sitting in the kitchen late at night and enjoying Louisiana cuisine made by the Cajun himself.

Then it was a walk around the garden at dawn or training together that inevitably lead to making out against the walls of the Danger Room and quickly rezipping suits and pulling on garments seconds before the next set of people were scheduled to come in.

It had been a few months after you had made the relationship official and you were moving your collection of crystals, books, and other spiritual items into Remy's room with his help of course when you had realized you hadn't felt the pull to leave. You had finally found a place to call home, where you truly belonged and the spiritual world was letting you rest. After years of wondering and meeting and leaving you had found a place to stay.

The very next hour you had approached Charles Xavier and agreed to stay. You had been discussing teaching art and self-control classes with him for a little while, but now you were committed to staying as long as he would have you.

That came with a permanent place among the X-Men team which you happily accepted.

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elliesbabygirl · 11 days ago

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CHAPTER TWO: A DREAM WITH A BASEBALL PLAYER.

SERIES SYNOPSIS: Midterms were crushing you-and so was she.Maybe she was the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time. Either way, none of it mattered when she was next to you.

WARNINGS: 18+, alcohol + drug use, cheating, swearing, mentions of tattoos + body mods (piercings & tattoos), arguments, blood, partying, pining, sexual tension, eventual smut. slow burn with fluff and angst.

The story is told in a messed-up timeline with memory fragments, a gauge on the reader trying to pick at where it all went wrong with Ellie.

SUBMARINE; MASTERLIST.

It had been almost a month since that first, clumsy, perfect kiss on Ellie’s couch.

Thirty days of late-night texts turned into sleepovers, of movie marathons and half-finished sketchbook doodles, of Ellie tracing lines along your thigh absentmindedly while you scrolled on your phone, of her cat Shimmer slowly, begrudgingly tolerating your presence.

Things were easy—fun.

A honeymoon phase wrapped in oversized hoodies, inside jokes, and frequent takeout.

Nothing official, but it felt… real.

Like something you could grow into.

So when Ellie invited you to a basement party, you didn’t hesitate to accept.

The basement smelled like weed, sweat, and spilled beer—typical college party mix—but it somehow still felt bearable tucked away in a couch corner where the music wasn’t too loud.

You could hear the bass thumping above, rattling empty bottles on the nearby table, but it was distant enough to talk over.

Ellie plopped down first, spreading her legs a bit too wide and slouching back like she owned the place.

She tugged you down beside her with a casual arm wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing your side briefly before letting her hand rest comfortably.

Her hoodie smelled like the laundry detergent you’d started to recognize from her apartment—warm, a little woodsy.

“You ever been to one of these before?” she asked, leaning towards you with a grin. “Like, a real frat party?”

You gave her a look. “Does surviving a high school graduation party in someone’s backyard count?”

Ellie laughed, bumping her shoulder into yours. “Close enough.”

Before you could say anything else, two figures swooped in from the crowd, dodging a guy carrying an armful of cheap light beers.

“There she is,” Dina announced, grinning like she was about to start trouble. “Ellie Williams in the flesh, dragging the mysterious lover into public at last.”

Jesse followed behind her, sipping from a red cup. “Careful, Dina. You’re gonna scare her off before the night even starts.”

Ellie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Jesus, can't even sit down without getting roasted.”

Dina dropped into a lopsided armchair across from you both, legs slung over the side like she lived there.

Jesse perched on the edge of the couch’s armrest beside her, already reaching for a half-finished snack bowl on the end table.

“You know we only roast you because you never bring people to parties,” Jesse added with a teasing smirk.

“I bring people,” Ellie protested, reaching into her hoodie pocket. “I just don’t parade them around.”

Dina pointed her drink at you. “So what makes this one different, huh?”

You laughed nervously, caught in the spotlight, but Ellie waved a hand like she was batting away a fly. “Relax, we’ve just been hanging out.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow. “Right, ‘just hanging out’ for, what, three weeks now?”

“Almost four,” Ellie said offhandedly, pulling out a joint and patting her pockets for a lighter.

You leaned into her, grinning, still riding the high of her easy affection.

Without thinking, you tilted your head and went to kiss her cheek—something small, familiar between the two of you.

But Ellie shifted, just barely.

Your lips caught her hair instead, not quite her cheek, and definitely not intentional.

Ellie played it off smoothly, snorting as she sparked the lighter. “Whoa there, babe—at least let me get high first.”

She said it like a joke, threw you a smirk.

Like nothing was weird.

Like her dodge hadn’t just curled something small and tight in your chest.

But you smiled too, playing along. “Right, of course. Weed before romance.”

“Obviously,” Ellie said through a puff of smoke, passing the joint to Jesse. “Everyone knows the rules.”

Dina cracked up. “God, you two are disgusting, I love it already.”

You laughed with them, easing back into Ellie’s side, her arm still comfortably draped around you like nothing had shifted at all.

The couch sagged under the weight of the group, the kind of lazy sprawl only possible when the alcohol started to settle in and the music had faded into background noise.

Conversation flowed easy, drinks swapped hands, and the joint made its slow rotation, curling smoke into the dim party light.

Jesse leaned towards you, propping his elbow on his knee. “So, what are you into? Like… major, hobbies, weird obsessions? Tell me everything.”

You smiled, warming to his easy interest. “I’m a communications major, which means I have no idea what I’m doing, but I make great powerpoints.”

Jesse chuckled. “Honestly? Respect. The bar’s kinda low these days.”

“She made one with transitions that literally moved the audience,” Ellie chimed in, tone dry as she flicked ash into a nearby tray, not even looking up.

You glanced at her, expecting a grin. But Ellie wasn’t paying attention—eyes fixed on her phone, joint loosely balanced between her fingers, and lips pursed as she scrolled.

You brushed it off and turned back to Jesse. “I’m really into film, and music. And… weirdly specific wikipedia holes at 3 a.m.”

(Ellie’s been feeding you weird indie films ever since Night of The Undead Teenagers, you’re weirdly obsessed with all of them.)

Dina leaned forward, eyes lighting up. “Okay, but how did you manage to get Ellie to, like… stick around? That girl used to ghost by week two. You must’ve done something blackmail-worthy.”

Ellie’s head lifted slightly, eyes narrowing. “Dina…”

“What?” Dina laughed, completely unfazed. “C’mon, you know I’m right, els.”

You chuckled awkwardly, unsure how to answer.

Ellie beat you to it.

“Maybe you should shut up and smoke instead of projecting your commitment issues,” she said coolly, taking another drag off the joint.

“Ouch,” Dina muttered with a snort, raising her hands in mock surrender.

But it wasn’t just the bite in Ellie’s voice that threw you off—it was the way Ellie let her arm slide off from your shoulders, dropping her hand into her lap like she hadn’t even noticed.

The absence of her touch hit colder than the basement air.

She leaned back, phone in hand now, thumbs moving slowly across the screen as she scrolled through something—instagram maybe, or texts.

You weren’t sure.

You just sat a little straighter, trying not to overthink it.

Jesse, sensing the shift, kept the conversation moving. “You said you’re into film? Like directing or screenwriting or just watching a ton of weird indie shit?”

You latched onto Jesse’s question, grateful for it. “Mostly watching. I have a letterboxd account that is embarrassing. Like, way too many lists. I’ll send it to you if you wanna judge me properly.”

(Also Ellie's effect on you, she had you start a letterboxd account for all the films she’s made you watch these past few weeks.)

He laughed, and Dina joined in, throwing in a joke about Ellie’s inability to sit through anything without riffing on the plot, but you weren’t really listening to them anymore.

You were too busy watching Ellie.

How she didn’t lean back into you.

How she didn’t add to the banter.

How she smiled at something on her screen instead of looking at you.

Dina had kicked her boots off an hour ago, one foot resting on Jesse’s lap, the two of them nestled into a couch cushion warzone, mid-laugh and mid-drunk snack.

Ellie had finally loosened up again.

She sat beside you, a little melted into the couch now, her hoodie pushed up to her elbows, and her legs lazily spread with one knee bumping yours.

The second joint burned slow between her fingers, smoke curling lazily around her.

“I swear to god,” Jesse said, waving his half-empty cup like it was a prop, “I thought I could fit through the vending machine opening. The reese’s were stuck, it was a physics-based decision.”

“You got stuck,” Dina cackled, mouth half-full of stale pretzels. “For twenty minutes! They had to unscrew the machine.”

They didn’t have to,” Jesse defended, wiping his hand on his jeans. “That was a choice. I was almost free.”

Ellie let out a sharp wheeze of laughter, nearly doubling forward. “No, dude, your whole ass was hanging out. It looked like you were giving birth to yourself.”

You laughed with them, your face pressed lightly into Ellie’s shoulder, eyes damp from the absurdity. She was still giggling when she took another drag, her eyes glossy and soft as they drifted to you again

And just like that—like she couldn’t help herself—Ellie leaned in and kissed you.

It was slow and easy, lips warm from the joint, breath faintly tasting of weed and cherry cola. Not showy, not teasing.

Just real.

The kind of kiss you’d come to expect from Ellie when the noise around you faded and her walls slipped down without warning.

Then;

“Awwwww,” Dina cooed, loud and exaggerated, kicking Jesse’s leg.

“Look at the lovebirds!” Jesse chimed in like he couldn’t help himself, grinning ear to ear. “god, get a room.”

Ellie broke the kiss with a snort, her forehead pressing lightly to yours for a beat before she turned to glare at them playfully.

“Shut up,” she groaned, dragging out the syllables. “You’re just mad I didn’t kiss you, Jesse.”

“Maybe I am,” he fired back with a wink. “You never even ask how my day is anymore.”

The laughter died down again, simmering into a warm lull as the joint made another lazy round.

After the kiss—and the chorus of teasing from Dina and Jesse—Ellie didn’t pull away.

If anything, she seemed more grounded.

Ellie’s hand had found your wrist again, thumb grazing the small orange outline inked there, slow and rhythmic, like she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.

Her little habit had started somewhere around week two—whenever Ellie got quiet, or shy, or embarrassed, her fingers would find your tattoo, like tracing it helped her stay tethered to you.

And yet, the memory of earlier—the subtle dodge when you kissed her cheek in front of her friends—still clung to the back of your mind like lint.

Unwanted, but there.

You glanced at her now, the glow from the joint illuminating her face in soft amber.

She was laughing again, head tilted towards Dina, retelling something about Shimmer knocking over a full can of monster and not even flinching.

She looked like herself, like your Ellie.

Maybe you imagined it.

The distance, and the shift.

That flicker of cold when she moved her arm away from your shoulders, when she stared a little too long at her phone instead of at you.

She kissed you now.

She was here now.

She had her thumb on your wrist, like always.

So maybe it was nothing.

Maybe she was just weird about PDA with close friends.

Maybe she just needed a moment earlier.

Maybe she didn’t want to be that couple at the party.

Maybe—

“Hey,” Ellie murmured, catching your eye mid-thought, her smile turning softer. “You okay?”

You blinked out of it, and nodded quickly. “Yeah, just zoned out.”

She gave you a long look, then leaned in to bump her forehead gently to yours.

“Good,” she said, almost under her breath, like a secret only meant for you. Then, still half-laughing from before, she added, “god, Dina’s never gonna let me live tonight down.”

You laughed too, easing into the sound, leaning against her like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

Whatever that weird shift was earlier—it had passed.

You convinced yourself of it.

Because here she was now.

Her voice in your ear.

Her hand on your skin.

And her kiss still lingering on your lips.

The door to Ellie’s apartment shut behind you with a soft click, and the moment it did, the giggling started again—quiet, breathless, like you both needed a minute to come down from the night.

You were a little tipsy, a little high, and a little giddy from the secondhand buzz of a night well-spent.

“Okay,” Ellie said, tugging her hoodie off and tossing it onto the nearest chair. “Dina’s gonna give me shit for weeks. I hope you know that.”

You bent down to untie your shoes, laughing softly. “You’re the one who kissed me in front of them.”

“I was drunk,” she smirked.

You raised a brow, tossing your shoe near hers. “Sure. Drunk in love, maybe.”

Ellie snorted and shook her head, already walking backwards towards her bedroom. “Disgusting, Get in here.”

You followed her into the dim room, warm from the radiator, comfortingly messy in a way that felt lived-in.

As soon as the bedroom door clicked shut, she flopped back onto the bed, legs spread out like she belonged to the mattress.

You collapsed beside her, shoes kicked off haphazardly, and heads falling to the same pillow.

The two of you laid there for a moment, facing each other, the late-night quiet humming low around you.

Ellie’s hand drifted across the bed, settling lightly on your waist as her thumb rubbed small, lazy circles through your shirt.

Neither of you spoke at first, but then, her voice cracked the silence.

“I’m really glad you met them.”

You blinked, her tone catching you off guard—gentler, slower, not touched by the haze of weed or party high.

Just real.

They liked you,” she added, and her fingers tightened slightly at your waist. “Like, a lot. Dina texted me after we left, told me not to fuck it up.”

You smiled, but she wasn’t laughing.

Her eyes stayed on yours, steady, full of something you couldn’t look away from.

“I loved watching you with them,” she murmured. “How you didn’t fake anything. You didn’t try to be someone else. You just were, and they saw it. Just like I do.”

You shifted slightly, turning towards her more, the air between you heavier now, full of something that clung to the edges of your ribs.

“I mean it,” she whispered. “You’re perfect.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but she cut you off, her voice suddenly thick, quieter.

“No, listen. You’re perfect. Not in the fake, fairy tale way. In the way that matters. You’re patient with me, even when I pull away. Even when I shut down. You never ask me to be someone I’m not. You never rush me.”

Her hand slid up to the back of your neck, fingers curling there, grounding herself in the touch.

“You don’t care about fancy dates. You never need some Instagram moment. You just… wanna watch movies with me on my dumb little couch and fall asleep with my cat in your lap. You show up, and you..stay.”

Ellie’s voice broke slightly on that last word, a rough whisper that cracked somewhere low in her throat.

“No one’s ever stayed without asking me to change.”

Her forehead rested against yours, her eyes glossy now. Her thumb traced your jaw like she was memorizing the edges.

“I’m so fucking grateful for you,” she breathed. “I don’t even know how to say it right.”

You didn’t speak—you couldn’t.

Not with the way your chest ached and swelled all at once.

And then she kissed you.

Not soft, or careful.

It was a full-bodied kiss—mouth open, hands pulling you in, and her body leaning into yours like it was the only thing that made sense.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she didn’t stop. She kissed you like she needed it—needed you—to make it all real.

When she pulled back, her voice was a whisper against your mouth, full of that same ache, that desperate kind of gratitude that people only say when they mean it too much.

“I’m so lucky I met you.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“I don’t know how you deal with me.”

You kissed her again, just to shut her up—just to say I know, I see you, and I feel it too

The shop was quiet, just the soft shuffle of pen on paper and the distant buzz of someone vacuuming in the unit next door.

The sun spilled lazily through the front windows, catching on the framed flash art and dust specks drifting in the air.

It was slow—midweek lull slow—and Ellie had her sketchbook spread across the counter, focused on a sleeve piece she was roughing out for a random client next week.

You were sprawled on one of the tattoo chairs, half-asleep, scrolling through your phone with your legs dangling over the edge, one arm tossed over your eyes.

“This your way of helping?” Ellie called out without looking up, pen in hand, already smirking.

“I’m providing moral support,” you said through a yawn.

“Mhm, vital to the creative process.”

You grinned and peeked at her from under your arm. “Oh—speaking of moral support, Juni called you my girlfriend again the other day.”

That got her attention.

She paused mid-line, and glanced up at you with a raised brow. “Oh yeah?”

You laughed, rolling your head towards her. “I told her to stop calling you that unless you were gonna start paying rent.”

Ellie snorted, setting her pen down and leaning back in her rolling chair. “That’s fair, I'm pretty sure I’ve eaten like half of your groceries at this point.”

You shot her a look. “Exactly.”

Ellie smirked, then pushed off the floor with one foot, gliding over to your chair in a slow roll, like a cat on wheels.

She stopped right at your side, hands resting on the arms of the chair before she leaned in.

“Well,” Ellie said, voice low and teasing, “can you blame her? You’ve been officially tainted by yours truly.”

You barely got out a laugh before she kissed you—soft, quick, but warm, her lips pressed to yours with that easy familiarity that came with time.

Her nose brushed yours for a beat afterwards, her eyes still slightly crinkled with amusement.

“Guess I’m the property of Ellie Williams now,” you murmured, smiling against her mouth.

“Damn right you are,” she grinned, bumping your forehead with hers before pulling back, grabbing her pen again.

“She sees us one time eating fries out of the same basket and now it’s girlfriend this, relationship goals that…”

You shook your head, still grinning like an idiot, and watched her glide back across the floor to her sketchbook, spinning once in her chair before refocusing on her work.

Ellie was halfway through shading a thorny rose when you stretched your arms overhead with a dramatic groan, your phone flopping onto your chest.

“I need caffeine,” you announced, like it was a life-or-death situation. “Like, immediately.”

Ellie didn’t look up. “You’ve had caffeine.”

“Not enough caffeine.”

She smirked faintly, her pen still moving. “Let me guess, you want Thirsty Bitch.”

You grinned. “You know me so well.”

That got Ellie to glance up, one brow raised. “What happened to your ‘black milk tea or die’ policy?”

You shrugged with faux nonchalance. “Yeah, well… ever since you forced that swamp water matcha down my throat, I’ve kind of been craving it?”

Ellie chuckled, low and smug, leaning back in her chair again. “Knew Iwould convert you.”

“You didn’t convert me. You wore me down,” you said, already sliding off the tattoo chair and grabbing your jacket.

“Now I want the full sweet version, no regrets.”

“You’re such a sellout.”

You were halfway to the door when you turned around and held out your hand expectantly. “Wallet.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes at you but didn’t hesitate—she dug into her back pocket and pulled out her battered, sticker-covered wallet, tossing it to you with a soft thwap against your palm.

“Take it, buy your shame drink.”

You smirked. “And what would you like, oh matcha prophet?”

“Surprise me,” she muttered, spinning back to her sketch. “If it’s not matcha, I’m suing.”

You turned to leave, but paused at the door with a crooked smile. “Y’know, I think you’re just mad that I stole your taste.”

Ellie didn’t look up, but you heard the grin in her voice. “I’m mad that you make it look better than I do.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warming up anyway. “I’ll be back, loser.”

“Don’t forget the matcha, traitor.” she called after you.

(Your favorite version of her echoing in your mind—the one who loved you the loudest when she made it look like no big deal at all.)

The room smelled like skin and weed and citrus detergent, the kind Ellie only bought because you once said you liked how it made your shirts smell.

The sheets were kicked halfway off the bed, tangled around her ankles as she hovered over you, trying—very earnestly—not to lose her rhythm despite the quiet laugh that had just bubbled out of your throat.

“Okay, what?” Ellie asked, breathless, her forehead nearly bumping yours as she stilled inside you for a second.

Her brow furrowed like she was really worried, but her lips were trying not to smile. “Did I, like… elbow you? Is my hair doing the thing again?”

(The thing = Ellie’s hair sticking up in the middle of her head)

You blinked up at her, sweaty and flushed and way too in love. “No, no, I just—your face, babe.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes dramatically. “What’s wrong with my face?”

“Nothing! It’s just—” You giggled again, biting your lip. “You get this intense concentration look, like you’re trying to solve a fucking rubik’s cube or land a spaceship.”

Ellie groaned, burying her face in your neck, and muttered, “Oh my fucking god, way to destroy my fragile masculinity mid-thrust.”

You wheezed, clutching at her back. “What masculinity?”

She paused, looked up, her mouth opening like she was gonna say something clever—and then she shrugged, her expression totally deadpan.

“Fair. My masculinity’s just the strap. I rent it.”

You both cracked up, giggles rising and clashing together in the warm air, and Ellie collapsed half on top of you, face smushed into your collarbone.

Her body shook with laughter, her hips still snug against yours, the toy still buried halfway inside you, forgotten for a beat in the haze of the moment.

It was only your second time.

Second time with the lights mostly on, second time seeing each other like this—shirtless and soft and giggling into necks, not quite brave enough to hold eye contact for too long.

Ellie looked up again, her elbow planted beside your head, and her face was red, not just from exertion, but from shyness. “I seriously didn’t hurt you or anything though, right?”

You smiled, reaching up to tuck some of her messy hair behind her ear. “Ellie. No. You’re so careful it’s honestly insane. Like… if you were any gentler, you’d be a breeze.”

Her lips twitched. “A sexy, strap-wielding breeze?”

“That’s right.”

She ducked her head, grinning as she kissed your jaw, then your cheek, then paused at the corner of your mouth. “You wanna… keep going? I mean, like, obviously if you need a break or you’re tired or—god, fuck, I sound like I’m about to ask you to do taxes.”

You nudged her with your knee. “Els, I want you. Please keep going.”

Her eyes softened so much it was like her whole face melted.

“Yeah?” she murmured, pressing her hips forward just a little—just enough to remind you she was still there, still inside you.

You gasped, hips twitching, the movement making both of you shudder.

“Yeah,” you breathed, curling your arms around her neck.

Ellie bit her lip, cheeks glowing, and let out a slightly dorky little “Okay, cool,” like this was a first date and she wasn’t already halfway inside you, like you hadn’t come on her fingers the night before, whispering her name against her ear.

She started moving again—slow, careful, but a little more confident now, encouraged by the way your body responded, how you clenched around her and whimpered at the friction.

Her free hand laced through yours again, anchoring you, her thumb brushing over your knuckles like a nervous tick.

“You’re, um—fuck, you’re so warm,” Ellie said, biting her lip again, and then immediately scrunching her nose.

“Okay, that sounded weird, but I mean, like—god, you feel so fucking good around me.”

You laughed softly against her cheek, your breath hitching as she rocked deeper. “That’s not weird. That’s really hot, actually.”

“Yeah?” She looked down at you like she wasn’t sure if you were joking. “You think I’m hot?”

“You’re literally inside me, Ellie.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” She gave you a goofy smile, then tucked her face into your neck again, her next thrust deep and unhurried, more certain now. “Still feels surreal. Being here. You letting me do this.”

You kissed her temple, your legs wrapping around her hips like instinct. “It’s not letting. It’s you. I want you.”

Her breath hitched, hips stuttering for a moment before finding rhythm again.

The toy filled you just right, the curve brushing places that made your breath catch, the strap rubbing sweet and slow against your clit with every grind.

And even with all the sensation, even with your body tensing, slick noises rising from between you with every thrust, what got you the most was how she looked down at you between kisses—eyes wide, pupils blown, mouth parted in awe like she was still trying to believe this wasn’t a dream.

“You’re so pretty,” she whispered suddenly, like it fell out of her.

“Like, distractingly. You keep making these little sounds and I’m—I’m seriously trying not to come just from that, which is insane ‘cause I’m not even feeling it like you are.”

You let out a breathless laugh, your head tipping back into the pillow. “Ellie, please.”

Her hand slid down your side, gripping your thigh as she pushed deeper, slow and full and reverent. “Please what, baby?”

“Don’t stop.”

That flicker of bashful pride crossed her face again—she didn’t always know what to do with praise, but it made her glow anyway.

She leaned down, pressing soft, fluttering kisses to your neck, her thrusts deep and steady, the base of the strap nudging your clit just right.

Her breath was warm against your ear as she whispered, “Gonna make you come again, wanna feel you squeeze around me.”

You whimpered, your hips rocking up into hers, your fingers tightening in her hair. “Ellie, fuck—yeah—like that, don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”

“Got you, babe. Got you,” she murmured, her pace never faltering, eyes never leaving your face even as yours fluttered shut, lips parting on soft, broken moans—”nnnngh, fuck, Ellie, right there”—

When you came, your whole body arched beneath her, back bowed, mouth open in a breathless cry that cracked halfway through, like it was too much to hold.

Ellie held you through it, pressing kisses to your cheeks, her hips still moving gently as you trembled around her, legs locking tight around her waist.

And when you finally stilled, breath slowing, lashes damp with tears you hadn’t realized had fallen, she pulled out carefully, watching your face the entire time.

The toy made a quiet, slick sound as it slid free, and Ellie winced, blushing. “god, that noise always makes me feel like I should apologize.”

You giggled, pulling her down into your arms. “Don’t you dare.”

She melted into you, all limbs and warm skin and that stupid racing heartbeat you could feel pressed against your chest.

Her hand found yours again, and she laced your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And for a while, neither of you spoke. Just the sound of your breathing, the creak of the bed as Ellie shifted to rest her chin on your chest.

Then, in a small, sheepish voice, she mumbled, “Next time, I wanna try with the purple one.”

You blinked down at her. “The one that looks like a spaceship?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, grinning. “If I’m gonna concentrate that hard, I might as well commit to the bit.”

(Why couldn't she just commit to the girlfriend bit.)

Dina and Jesse’s apartment was humming with the low, comfortable noise of a familiar get-together.

Nothing wild—just music playing from Jesse’s half-dead speaker, the smell of frozen pizza reheating in the oven, and too many people trying to fit onto too few couches.

A little crowded, a little loud, but warm.

Familiar, you thought.

You were posted up beside Ellie, legs touching where you sat on the edge of the living room rug, sipping from a half-warm beer.

She had her arm looped behind your back, fingers lazily tapping a rhythm against the floor as she talked to Dina about a new apprentice Joel was thinking of bringing into the shop.

It was easy, it had been easy with Ellie lately.

Jesse came back into the living room from the kitchen with someone in tow—someone unfamiliar.

“Hey,” he called out to the group. “This is Cat, she’s in my visual storytelling seminar. She’s chill.”

Cat smiled, tucking a piece of black hair behind her ear as she gave you guys a casual wave. “Hey, cool place.”

She was pretty in that kind of effortless, I-don’t-care way. Sharp eyeliner, denim jacket, a quiet sort of confidence that didn’t try too hard.

You gave her a polite smile.

Jesse gestured towards you and Ellie. “Cat, this is Ellie—and that’s her partner in crime, caffeine, and sarcasm.”

You laughed softly and waved. “Hi.”

Cat glanced at you, and nodded once.

Then her eyes shifted to Ellie.

Something changed—subtle, small.

Just the way her gaze lingered a second too long.

How the smile she gave Ellie was fuller, more intentional.

Like something rehearsed without seeming to be.

Ellie returned it with a lazy lift of her hand, a soft “Hey,” under her breath.

Not overly interested, and not particularly invested.

Just… casual.

But something in the air shifted, barely noticeable.

A flicker.

You felt it before you could name it.

A drop in something you couldn’t see.

Cat’s eyes didn’t come back to you.

Just kept trailing after Ellie for a second longer before she turned and followed Jesse into the kitchen.

You didn’t say anything.

Neither did Ellie.

She took another sip of her drink, her arm still behind you, and made some offhand comment to Dina about the playlist being “offensively 2014.”

But Jesse glanced at you for half a second—just long enough to notice that small flicker in your expression, the pause.

The way your shoulders drew in just slightly.

It was nothing.

It felt like nothing.

Just a new face at a party.

(You would remember that exact smile. That exact shift in the air and regret not paying more attention to it.)

The diner was loud in a comfortable way—metal utensils clinking against plates, the occasional shout from the kitchen, and a classic rock song playing too quietly from a dusty speaker.

It wasn’t fancy, but it had booths big enough to cram six people in, and fries greasy enough to be worth sharing.

The group had taken over one of the bigger booths in the back. Ellie sat at the inner end, arm draped around your waist as you nestled next to her in the middle.

Juni was on your other side, sipping from her milkshake and occasionally jumping into a lively conversation with Dina across from her.

They were getting along, it made you smile.

Jesse was next to Dina, talking comics with Ellie, and Cat had slid into the spot beside him—casual, but a little too close.

Ellie was on one of her tangents again, something about paper textures and how digital art “killed the magic.”

You’d heard it before, but she was passionate about it, and Jesse kept pushing just enough to keep Ellie going.

“You’re telling me the scratchy lines are better?” Jesse asked, smirking.

“They live more,” Ellie shot back, gesturing with a fry. “Digital’s too clean, too safe.”

You smiled, leaning into her slightly as she got more animated.

Cat, seated across the table, tilted her head just a little. “That’s kind of hot. Like… being messy on purpose.”

Ellie let out a short laugh, not reading too much into it. “That’s the nicest way anyone’s ever insulted my entire process.”

But Juni noticed something.

She glanced up from her milkshake, eyes narrowing slightly—not dramatic, just… alert.

Watching the way Cat’s gaze lingered too long.

The way her smile was just a little too soft, too timed for Ellie’s jokes.

Juni didn’t say anything. Didn’t shift, and definitely didn't nudge you.

She just watched, quietly.

You were still smiling, caught in the warm bubble of Ellie beside you, her thumb brushing small circles on your right wrist through your hoodie, unaware of the way Cat hadn’t looked at you once since sitting down.

You were curled up on one end of the couch, blanket over your legs, half-watching, half-scrolling through your phone.

Juni was stretched out on the other side, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, her attention half on the TV screen and half on you.

You thought the night had gone well.

Juni had laughed with Dina, bonded with Jesse over hot sauce rankings, and didn’t completely shut down when Cat tried to talk about short films she’d “helped shoot.”

For once, everyone was in the same room, and it hadn’t felt awkward.

Not on the surface, anyway.

But Juni’s silence now was… different.

You glanced over. “Okay, what?”

She didn’t answer right away.

Her eyes stayed on the screen.

“Cat’s not as chill as she pretends to be.”

You blinked. “What?”

“She’s trying to get with Ellie,” Juni said flatly, like it wasn’t even up for debate. “Right in front of you, and everyone else.”

You let out a soft, disbelieving scoff. “Seriously?”

Juni looked at you now. “Yeah.”

You shifted, sitting up a little straighter. “She’s just trying to fit in. I mean, she barely knows any of us. She probably just… connects with Ellie through the art stuff.”

Juni didn’t flinch. “No, she lingers on Ellie. She talks to Ellie like she’s the only person in the room, and Ellie doesn’t shut it down.”

“She’s just being nice,” you argued, more defensively now.

“That’s how she is.”

Juni’s gaze didn’t budge. “It doesn’t bother you?”

You shrugged, a little too fast. “I trust Ellie.”

Juni exhaled slowly, like she didn’t want to push but couldn’t let it go either. “It’s just… weird. You two’ve been together for what—two months now? And you’re still not official?”

You froze for a second, then forced a small smile. “She’s figuring stuff out. Ellie said she would ask when she’s ready.”

Juni’s voice softened. “And how long are you gonna wait for that?”

You looked away, eyes fixed on the flickering screen. Someone on the show was sobbing into a confessional cam, mascara smudged.

You swallowed the knot rising in your throat.

“She’s worth the wait,” you said, quieter now.

Juni didn’t argue with that.

She didn’t need to.

She just went quiet again, the unspoken worry hanging between you like another presence in the room.

And the TV kept playing.

And you kept pretending it wasn’t bothering you.

Author's note: heyyy...how y'all doing. What did we think?? I know the timeline can feel a bit confusing but I am creating a timeline graph for each scene or event that happens in the fix. I will show it to you guys around chapter 4, where it'll come into play!

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rottenzombrainz · 8 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker; silly headcanons for each ghoul!

Just little silly traits for each ghoul. They're not meant to be good or bad, just silly!! :3

Frostheim

Jin Kamurai - Jin has a one-of-a-kind limited edition Hello Kitty lighter with a pink flame.

Tohma Ishibashi - Tohma's the type of guy to say "it's a quarter to one" "it's half past nine" "It's three eigths past six" etc.

Lucas Errant - Luca has absolutely no grasp on satire. Like, imagine Kaito showing him one of those "blink if you need help" videos and Luca is just like "Kaito?!? Why are you laughing?!? This person needs help!!"

Kaito Fuji - Kaito unironically likes "I'm 14 and this is deep" content.

Vagastorm

Alan Mido - Alan wears the same Halloween costume every year. Every single year. If it gets damaged or doesn't fit anymore, he just buys a new one that's the exact same.

Shohei Haizono - Sho would be really into collecting designer shoes. Bro probably has an entire wall of fancy basketball shoes.

Leo Kurosagi - Leo will just randomly say "*sucks teeth* Don't worry I'll edit it out in post" during normal conversation. You'll never know if he's actually recording or not

Jabberwock

Haru Sagara - This is already kinda canon, but Haru definitely falls for any and all scams. He probably buys things like dehydrated water and a treadmill even tho he's running around Jabberwock all fucking day.

Towa Otonashi - Towa loves gnarp gnarp alien cat videos. He loves them. immensely.

Ren Shiranami - I feel like Ren would have a really hard time pronouncing certain words like "anomalous" and "anemone" (just like me fr)

Sinostra

Taiga Hoshibami - Taiga would really easily fall down YouTube rabbit holes. Like he'd start off with watching a firearm review or something... and two hours later he's seventeen parts deep into SpongeBob conspiracy theories

Romeo Lucci - Romeo is deathly afraid of piss. human piss, animal piss, dirt ( he thinks it's all just worm poop...which it kinda is).

Ritsu Shinjo - Ritsu is one of those people who can't sleep if there is a single spec of light.

Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami - I feel like Subaru would have one mobile game on his phone that he's reached level 844 on or something. Something like a word puzzle or match three game.

Haku Kusanagi - Haku fucking loves cunty scene crunkcore music. S3R3L, Millionaires, 3OH!3. Inside, he's just a pretty rave girl.

Zenji Kotodama - Whenever he plays online games, Zenji would mistake NPCs for real people. I feel like he'd also say "thank you!!" to virtual assistants too.

Obscuary

Edward Hart - Ed would fucking love those Tiktok videos with the TV show clips and subway surfers gameplay at the bottom.

Rui Mizuki - Rui has an uncanny obsession with the Sims 4. He has all the dlcs, an entire hardrive of mods, hundreds of save files, and is a top creator on the Sims 4 Gallery

Lyca Colt - I think it'd be really funny if Lyca had a pollen allergy. Especially since Obscuary is full of plants.

Mortkranken

Yuri Isami - Yuri is incredibly bad at ice skating and roller skating. He always falls on his ass, bruises something, takes a bad fall, etc. Which is the real reason he hates going to Frostheim!!! /j

Jiro Kirisaki - I feel like Jiro has one thing that he just absolutely loves that isn't medicine. a special interest, one might say... And it's probably the most niche thing ever too. Like sea cucumbers. imagine - he just fucking loves sea cucumbers. You're getting your health checkup and you ask him "read any good books recently?" and he's like "Yeah, I read this book on sea cucumbers the other day" and then you just have to listen to him talk about sea cucumbers for the next 20 minutes.

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tdb #silly headcanons #headcannons #tokyo debunker headcanons #I'm very proud of my Jiro hc for this post #I'm gonna make it canon in any fics i write with him #sea cucumber loving Jiro hc gang wya?!?

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suppose-i-was-worm · 2 months ago

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Marzipan Boy part 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64048147/chapters/165131485

Danny sat in his favorite spot at Beanify, lounging in the perfect picture of indolence. He’d shown up early, and was nervously sipping at his coffee while watching the clock.

Sam and Tucker were sitting outside, enjoying the warm weather and ostensibly keeping an eye out for Tim Drake. They had insisted on coming along, deciding on their own that Danny couldn’t take care of himself.

Danny would remind them that he couldn’t die a second time, but then Sam would get the pinched look on her face and Tucker would start looking soulful.

“Hey sugar, you need another drink?”

Colleen, the sweet barista who clearly wanted to wrap Danny up in an inordinate number of blankets and make him sleep until he’d regained color, swung by with a smile.

“Not yet, Colleen, thanks.”

“Sure, honey. You waiting on someone? I saw Sam and Tucker come in earlier- did they abandon you?”

Danny smiled up at her.

“They’re outside, I didn’t want to third-wheel.”

She nodded and patted his arm as she headed back behind the counter.

“Let me know if you need anything!”

Taking another sip of his coffee, Danny chanced a peek out of the window, only to see his friends standing threateningly over Tim Drake, who looked like he’d been bullied into the patio chair.

Danny shot out of his chair, leaving his coffee on the small table in his mad rush out the door, almost colliding with another young man walking in.

“Hey! What are you two-“

Tucker waved his hand behind his back in a shooing motion.

“Go back inside, Danny, Sam’s threatening his manhood and hasn’t gotten to the good part yet.”

“His- Sam!”

Tim Drake looked surprisingly unbothered by having his manhood threatened- in fact, as soon as he made eye contact with Danny, he grinned.

Danny felt himself flush to the tips of his ears.

~~~

Tim was thrilled. More than- Danny Nightengale was sweet, funny, and hotter than Hades.

Danny was tall- probably about the same height as Jason, and he had a sturdy build- not burly, like Bruce or Jason- a little softer than that. He had dimples when he smiled his small, shy smile, and his blue eyes were almost- almost Kryptonian, with how blue they were.

The streamer’s two friends stayed outside when Tim and Danny went into the coffee shop, and Tim could almost feel their equally bright eyes burning into him the entire time he and Danny were talking.

And then Tim got Danny talking about astronomy, and the other teen literally lit up. Blue eyes became bluer, and the freckles on his soft-looking cheeks glittered like stars.

Definitely a meta, but who was Tim to complain? His best friend was half an alien. Well. A whole half-alien. Anyways.

Astronomy. Maybe Tim could take Danny to the Gotham Observatory for their next date- or, their next outing? Tim would definitely prefer it to be a date, but… Danny’s comfort was his top priority.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve been talking your ears off.”

Danny flushed to the tips of his ears, and Tim felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach.

“No worries, I’ve enjoyed learning new things.”

He smiled at Danny, and the other man flushed even deeper.

“If it makes you feel better, though, I’m happy to change the subject. I’m curious about the mods you use- you’ve mentioned them a few times. I’m interested in game modification myself.”

Danny lifted his left hand, and Tim watched as it trembled visibly.

“I’ve got- um- nerve damage. Tucker fixes the games so that they’re not as sensitive to movements on the controller for my left hand.”

Tim took in the severity of the tremors, as well as the lichtenburg figures lancing from Danny’s palm.

“That makes sense- electrical damage?”

“Yes- I don’t like to talk about it.”

Nodding, Tim took a sip of his coffee, and Danny let his hand fall- he looked uncomfortable, so Tim changed the subject yet again.

“If there was one video game you could play again for the first time, what would you choose?”

Danny lit back up, and the conversation flowed once more.

~~~

Duke squinted at the three individuals leaving the coffeeshop, leaving Tim behind looking smitten. He walked over to his adoptive brother and sat down heavily in the seat Danny Nightengale had vacated.

“They’re not human, any of them.”

Tim looked at him sharply.

“What do you mean?”

“The big one- he had the brightest aura of the three of them, but none of theirs looked human. Maybe they were human once, but not anymore.”

The rest of the gooey look faded from Tim’s face, and he slumped over the table with a groan.

“I thought they might be metas, but non-humans? Not that there’s a problem with them being non-human, but… Did they look like anyone you’ve seen before?”

With a grimace, Duke nodded. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell Tim who the other person was- Tim was clearly starstruck by the young streamer, and the comparison Duke had was… Not pleasant to hear.

“Lay it on me.”

“Danny Nightengale’s aura looked a lot like Phantasm, the new ghost hero with Robin’s team.”

“So they might be-“

Duke nodded again.

“Constantine said-“

“He did say. Tim, if those three are really ghosts, they’ve got to be extremely powerful, to look so convincingly human.”

Tim groaned again.

~~~

“Father, why are we having a ‘bring your family to work’ day?”

Robin frowned up at Batman, who was currently shepherding him and Red Robin through the halls of the Mount Justice.

“Phantasm suggested it, and, as previously discussed, we are interested in learning more about her. This is an essential information-gathering event.”

“But why am I bringing the two of you?”

“I’m working on a case involving beings much like Phantasm, and would like her input. Batman is just being protective.”

Batman grunted, and Robin had to concede. Red Robin presented a good point- even if Robin didn’t know what case the other was working on.

Damian wasn’t entirely sure what to expect of Phantasm’s family member. Phantasm herself looked quite- not normal for ghost standards, maybe, but for human standards. She almost reminded him of a cross between a human and Martian Manhunter. In any case, no matter their appearance, Robin would be professional and not treat them any differently because of their visage.

Batman, Robin, and Red Robin were always early. Phantasm and her companion were earlier- the three Gotham heroes entered the main hall, and Robin was greeted cheerfully by Phantasm from where she lounged.

“Hey Rob! You brought your dad and your brother? Cool! I only brought my dad.”

The young ghost made to hop up, but the much larger ghost she was lounging on wrapped a skeletal arm around her midsection, staring intently at the three from behind Phantasm’s white head.

The bigger ghost was startlingly different from Phantasm in all but coloring. Where his daughter was about the size of a human teenager, with wispy white hair that floated in an invisible wind, he was much larger, towering over the three of them even when seated on the floor.

He was also dissimilar in form- Phantasm looked airy, like the wind would take her away, but still a solid humanoid. Her father was all bones and ice, Phantasm tucked securely into the space between where his ribcage and where a pelvis might be. Where Phantasm had legs, the larger ghost coalesced into a large serpentine tail.

The menace in his gaze would give pause to a lesser being.

“Greetings, father of Phantasm. I am Robin, and this is my brother and father, Red Robin and Batman.”

Phantasm slapped the arm circling her, and it loosened, allowing her to slide out underneath it and land on the floor.

“You’ll scare them, dad!”

A disapproving look appeared briefly on the larger ghost’s sunken face, before the imposing figure sighed and then shrunk down to a less colossal size. He was still large, larger than father, but not quite as threatening.

“Greetings from the Frozen Citadel, Phantom, the Voice of the Crown, is before you.”

Phantom held out his left hand, first to Robin. Damian shook the proffered hand seriously, and then watched as Batman and Red Robin followed suit.

Phantasm beamed, flitting around her father to stand beside Damian.

“I think he likes you guys.”

#dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc #dp x batman #dpxdc #tim drake/danny fenton #well rounded danny truther #once that boy started eating good food #he started filling out #and i'll fight you on that

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aziraphales-library · 17 days ago

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Hi! Do you have any human au fics where Crowley was/is living off the streets? Maybe Aziraphale took him in? If not, a recommendation for a human au with cuddles if you don’t mind! Thx so much in advance!

Hey! We have some fics in which Crowley is poor and struggling in life here. Here are more fics where he is homeless and/or struggling and Aziraphale helps him...

Frostsmitten by cassieoh (T)

The winter is already shaping up to be the coldest in living memory when Crowley loses his job and has to find a way to survive a blizzard on the streets of Soho.

Copper and gold by Joseph_Amadeus (M)

Aziraphale doesn't pick up hitchhikers but he can't help himself when he sees Crowley getting steadily wetter in the rain one night.

parental advisory [explicit lyrics] by maybemoltenlava (NR)

crowley is a teen runaway who lives out of his honda accord. aziraphale is a privileged teen who lives in a big house in a gated community with his overbearing mother. they both go to the same high school and get along because they balance each other out perfectly. drama, drama, and drama both follow them around like stray dogs but they can get through it together, right? small problem: they both like each other, but can't accept it for the life of them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- falls along the lines of "he was a punk, she did ballet" (avril lavinge, sk8tr boy)

Dreaming of forever by The_boxhead (E)

Aziraphale finally wanted to meet his soulmate and was frustrated that it takes so long. Little did he know that his soulmate was living an incredibly hard life. Or: A soulmate AU where you experience sort of lucid dreams together with your soulmate ONLY when both are asleep at the same time

Blessed Art Thou by StompingPrince (E)

Aziraphale is a young priest at Westminster Cathedral who is charged with going to different locations to provide comfort and blessings to those in need. He is assigned to a homeless shelter, where he finds a disgruntled Crowley who wants nothing to do with the Church. The priest does his best to respect the redhead's wishes, but ends up getting something else entirely in return.

Under Pressure by CloseToSomethingReal (E)

Ezra Fell didn't know what he was expecting when he heard a crash down in his bookshop, after hours, but it certainly wasn't a young runaway with a troubled past, looking to wait out the storm. He most definitely didn't expect what came next.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #homeless crowley #poor crowley #mod d

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mmelete · 11 months ago

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Ranking LU Links based on their ability to tan:

Time: Ngl he seems like that one off-white crayon in those crayola boxes. He slept for seven years and lived in a fully shaded forest prior to the coma, this man tans like a rotisserie chicken in the oven. 3/10

Warriors: He can definitely tan. Beach boy vibes. And he'll brag about it too. Just don't bring up that one time he got a tanline from his scarf, that was embarrassing.... 7/10

Twilight: THE MOST HORRENDOUS FARMER'S TAN KNOWN TO MANKIND. Dude this guy never rolls up his sleeves, always in jeans and boots---his feet have never seen the light of day. 7/10

Sky: So, in-game and in LU, he's pretty pale. Which is ironic, since he LITERALLY LIVES. IN THE SKY. My man has been getting point-blank sun rays since 1 week old, he's never not tan. 8/10

Legend: Technically, he adventures a lot, especially outside, so you'd think he'd be decently tan. But I think it would be hilarious if he was just like Time. This little spunky guy gets annihilated by the sun daily, refuses to wear sunscreen, gets made fun of for looking like Pink Panther, gets burned again the next day (it's an endless cycle). 2/10

Hyrule: Has the best tan ever, zero sweat. He doesn't even realize how it happens. He'll be laying by the beach all day, wake up from a five-hour-long nap and glow. Picture perfect tan, zero effort, Warriors is jealous (but refuses to admit it). 10/10

Wind: He literally lives on an island, and despite how pale he is in-game, my man is rivaling Twilight with how ATROCIOUS his tan-lines are. Wind also absolutely has a disgusting sandal/flip-flop tanline. 6/10

Wild: My guy has run around naked way longer than he cares to admit. He's taking that secret to the grave. Full body tan, no notes needed. 9/10

Four: He is like a Discord mod but the blacksmith version. You know how Shadow burns in the sun or whatever? Four does too, and doesn't even have the excuse of being a shadow being. Sunscreen can't even help him. Getting burned by a furnace fire? Easy, no problem. Getting burned by the sun? Fatal blow, insta death game over. 1/10

#so uh yeah #loz #lu #linked universe #lu wild #lu wind #lu twilight #lu sky #lu time #lu four #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu headcannons #linkeduniverse #ramblings #tloz #link

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space-blue · 11 months ago

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Avatar 3 D23 musings and analysis

Images drop on some BIG screens at D23 seems like!

First off, great new looks and close ups of Varang!

First off it's super dope. Look at her fingers! Looks like she's wearing claws (bone? forbidden metal? body mods). The notches on her belly and legs also look like potential scarifications!

Stuff I want to scream about on a personal level: The tswins... I made my Txepiva (ash Na'vi) fan clan to be warrior like, living in more desertic areas, and cutting queues as part of warfare. I also recently made a sketch to illustrate an idea to a friend that they may wear these queues in a bandolier tied to shoulders and hips as a show-off.

My Txepiva also have bare tail tips, and Varangs fits this too in this art, though I'm sure it's just the light rendering technique. If not, then I should apply for a job on the brainstorming team lmao.

Though I appreciate the idea of warfare and tswin cutting, I want to point out it's also possible that she's not actually wearing the tswin of her enemies, or at least not in the "this is how we kill other Na'vi" way.

The others around her are in obscuring and impractical headdresses, and this looks like a ritual. IMO it's very possible that the tswin she wears are that of ancestors, or old leaders, great warriors, or even enemies, collected and rebraided to create this distinct look. I particularly think it'd make sense for it to be made of the hair of past leaders and worn as a sort of crown, as nobody else is rocking that look in the image.

Next we have her weird not-an-ikran.

Glorious beast with 10 winglets where ikran have 4. It also has mouth frills, jaw frills, and a spike over its head, making it closer to stingbats in that area. Here's a super obvious comparison with an enlarged stingbat picture:

So their mount probaby evolved independantly from ikran. Would be fun if they also have poison.

Another FUN detail : GUNS!! Does it look like guns? Could be recoms then, Lyle, Q , and some new red shirt recoms... or could be Omatikaya wil RDA guns...

But for real, there are only two types of Na'vi with guns: the Omatikaya clan and the recombinants. Given past images in leaks ((remember this?))

It's most likely that the people interacting with Varang are going to be recoms and not Jake's people. BUT who knows where the plot will go. If it's recoms, I'd looove to know if it's 3 moffos because Q+Lyle+Mansk, or if we're getting new recom red shirts or what.

Then we have views of air ships, so we're getting to see the promised Wind Traders, with Neytiri in the forefront, and the Man'o'war inspired floaters being pulled by sky manta ray...

Not much to say about those. I just hope we get some high definition version released online soon.

If this reignites your hype for Avatar, go vote in this poll!

There's 20h left to vote, and I think we could all benefit from an event around december 2024, to pass the time before fire and ash's big dropin 2025.

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teslasucks37 · 4 months ago

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CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), Jerkin it (imaginings of sex), afab!reader (they/them pronouns and referral to them being Non-Binary), alcohol usage, Streamer!Reader, OnlyFans!Reader, Dom!Charlie I suppose, Lengthy descriptions of edits based on real edits I’ve watched 100 times, Cringy use of a song in a fanfic with the lyrics actually typed out but to be cringe is to be free, Named!Reader (Functions more like a Charlie x OC but oh well), Desperate!Charlie, Horny!Charlie, DownBad!Charlie, Despite his horny I made him pretty chill cause he’s definitely chiller irl than his normal online persona

A/N: Part 1/2! This is the fic that began my obsession with the Slimer so to see it partially completed fills me with joy. Also the formatting for the texting lines may be fucked up on desktop cause I made this in Wattpad and I’m posting it on mobile. This is around like 7k words… I think the next one will be shorter hopefully…

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) 1/2

Charlie loved his life. Making art and hanging out with his friends was all he could ever ask for. Going out on weekends, planning events, participating in projects, everything was perfect. The single life was treating him well. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't interested in romance anymore, it just hadn't come up much, nor was he actively searching for anything. He wasn’t one to go searching for something like that.

So when Moonzy and Ranboo had sent him a link to an ongoing stream of someone he'd never seen before, he was intrigued to say the least.

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The Squad ☝️🤓

Ran

@Char dude someone's about to thirst over u on stream 😏

Char

Huh?

Who?

Ran

https://www.twitch.tv/dannyphantom

They're doing a try not to blush challenge and their chat keeps threatening to send in edits of u

Moonz

Omg Danny!

I know them!

We met at a creator thing one time

They're so kind and really funny

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Charlie stared at the link, his curiosity taking over and causing him to press it. He wasn't disappointed. A freckled feminine face framed with a pastel strawberry-blonde wolf cut and light brown eyes filled the screen. They wore chunky purple skull earrings, a dark red lip, and eyeliner that enhanced their natural eyes so well that he almost felt himself staring.

"Now, sexualizing real people is bad, chat. However, he has not said anything about explicitly disliking it, so I think as long as we're not too horned up on main, it's fine." They prefaced, spreading their arms wide as if to gloat. "So give me your best shot. I still have all three lives."

Charlie glanced at the viewers, noticing they had quite a few, not that it mattered to him much, he was just curious.

They were screen sharing their phone to the stream, opening TikToks that their mods were sending them.

The first one popped up, an old music stream on Ranboo's channel. "The magic of music is that- oh, you're so wet." Charlie's face in the video contorted into a cringe after speaking, before the edit swapped between different parts of the stream.

Danny was wide eyed with a dropped jaw as it finished. They glanced at the camera, before muttering. "Surely not." Replaying it, the shocked look on their face turned to a light grin, before bursting out into a laugh. "You can see the instant regret on his face after saying it too." The swapping of scenes replayed and Danny paused it after the last one. "Is this who you guys were talking about? I'm sorry Slimecicle I was unaware of your game."

Charlie grinned at the apology, watching as they opened another one, covering his mouth with his hand in slight embarrassment as they opened the one where he'd gone skiing with friends.

"I got two feelings, slow and fast. And there's one I like more than the other." The edit swapped to slowed images of him smiling in the gondola, where he'd been told that he looked like a model. The memory made him grin.

Danny leaned into the mic. "Which one tho?" They chuckle as the chat goes crazy, before they clear their throat and lick their dark lips, motioning to their mouth. "I can feel myself salivating as I watch these."

Charlie grinned harder at that, finding it funny that he was affecting them that much.

The next edit was just a recording of him dancing at a club he'd posted on his instagram story. "Aw this one's cute. That's such a vibe. And what a fit."

Charlie bit the inside of his cheek, hearing their approval of his outfit.

"Actually I think going out with him to a club would fix me. Or maybe just going to a club in general." They joked, before moving on.

They opened another, this one from his animal Olympics stream. "Chat, do you have any tips? Do you have any tips at all? I've got a tip..."

"Proof?" Danny leans into the camera, before laughing off the joke. "He must know. There's no way he can't." They rambled about the innuendo.

Charlie snorts, his lips thinning in an attempt to keep his smile contained.

The chat begins going crazy again, spamming to watch what happened after. Danny reads closer, before shouting. "HE SMIRKS AFTER THAT?" They open the next edit frantically, practically the same as the other one, except it shows a small smirk after him speaking. Looking up at the camera dramatically, eyes wide and jaw open once again, they whisper. "So you're a slut."

Charlie snickers, covering his mouth again almost as a way to hide a blush that he feels creeping up his neck.

They open another, this one being filmed during the QSMP awards. Charlie leaned down and licked at the cake on the table with just his mouth in slow motion, before swapping to portions of him speaking and of his mouth covered in cake. His lips and tongue grazed over the treat sensually, possibly imitating what he would look like when eating something else.

Danny's hand jumped up to cover their mouth, saying nothing as the edit ran once, before they had to pause it, slamming their phone down on the desk. Their hands covered their face, before a squeal emitted from behind them. They removed their hands, their face flushed and pink. "Okay chat, you got me... Fuck..." They mumble, picking up their phone again.

Charlie's brows furrowed in thought, almost not believing that his visage could affect someone as gorgeous as them, and considering that Moonzy knew them, it was likely that streaming was the most family friendly portion of their life on the internet.

"DUDE MOVE PLEASE!" Danny replayed the edit, shouting desperately at Quackity, who was in the way of Charlie's mouth for a portion of the clip. "His jaw movements? Fuck." They exclaimed, before pausing the edit on the image of his face covered in cake, his eyes sleepy and satisfied, absolutely fucked out. "That's what I look like after I'm done eating pussy. I wonder what..." They pause, turning to their camera. "Actually, I can't say that." They grin guiltily as chat goes crazy, absolutely catching them lacking.

Charlie pushed his hair back with a hand, suddenly feeling aware of how he looked, even though he was very much alone.

Danny opened the next one where he had been playing a horror game, listening to the story where a character states that their dog could be "one noisy little girl sometimes."

Charlie felt a heat creep up his face as he was very aware what it was about to say.

"R- Really?" Edit Charlie chuckled, stuttering slightly. "I love noisy, noisy girls..."

Danny screamed, before taking a deep breath. "God. One night with him would actually fix me I think."

Charlie nearly choked on his spit at their words, caught completely off guard. It certainly wasn't that he found them unattractive or anything, he was just surprised at their boldness. But he supposed he probably shouldn't be, considering what they were doing for entertainment on their stream.

The next edit was one he hadn't expected, his Duolingo advertisement where he'd drank multiple mysterious liquids. The edit switched between clips, before one specific one caught Danny's eye.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT?" They paused the edit where it was, turning to face the camera. "Chat, something is pulsing. FUCK!" Their face was actively turning red as they processed what they'd just said and analyzed the image.

Charlie licked his lip at the confession, having a mere fleeting thought of what that pulsing would feel like. He shook his head, waving the thought away guiltily as he took in the reason for their words.

He had been pouring the purple drink into his mouth, lines of the liquid streaming down his throat and catching on the collar of his white tshirt. "You can literally see the veins in his neck." Their hand covered their mouth in embarrassment, turning to the chat to berate them. "Yes, I know that's another one. Fuck..."

Others in chat encouraged each other to send more Slimecicle edits, as they had seemed to be working.

With a worried sigh, they opened up another. This one showed Charlie with shorter hair in an episode of Just Roll With It, in eyeliner and a foam bat, or as everyone had called him during that video, Villian. He held the bat out, throwing it over his shoulder and the clips jumped between him grinning evilly with dark eyes.

They grinned, singing along to the song. "P is for pussy, p, u ,s, s, y." The edit finished and they turned to their camera without a second thought. "He can see my p u s- NOPE CAN'T SAY THAT." They tightened their lips, attempting to hide their laughter.

Charlie was fully blushing now, his teeth nipping at his lip absentmindedly.

They opened another, this one an amalgamation of images from him in a suit, to him in swim trunks sitting on a rock, to him in a tank top. It then switched to clips on him from a stream he couldn't remember, one of which was him pushing his thumb against his lip in absent thought.

They stayed silent, rewatching it, then swallowing thickly. Turning to the camera, they spoke plainly. "Sheet gripping, toe curling, back arching-" Danny bursted out into laughter, shaking their head and fanning themself to keep their face a neutral shade, albeit, a struggle. "I can't even get through that bit. I am so sorry." They grinned, moving to open another one.

The edit was a black screen, with captions across the screen of one of Charlie's immersive horror videos. "Okay, good girl. Ah, I know. I know, baby."

Charlie's own words played back at him made him pinch the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.

They replayed it with a slack jaw. "Oh it's massive..." Danny mumbled with wide eyes, the chat going crazy and spamming emojis. "He definitely talks you through it..." They say, almost absentmindedly.

Charlie's pants suddenly tightened, something waking up at the mention of itself. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable again with the uninvited guest, but Danny's words rang in his head. Massive... Talking through it...

He couldn't believe he was hard just because of their phrasing. But maybe it wasn't just that.

They suddenly turned to the camera, their blush showing through as they processed their words. "I said that out loud." Slamming their hands into their face to cover it, they let out a squeal. "Dammit." They sigh, moving their hands and addressing the camera. "Well, I guess that's the end of the stream. I think I need to be put down."

Charlie closed out of the stream, chuckling to himself, before checking Twitter.

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Danny @dannyphantom

Today we learned on stream that I am actually incapable of being chill

Most relevant replies ^

Danny @dannyphantom

Wtf do u meant he was watching 😟

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Charlie grinned, liking their tweet reply. Little did he know, that one action would take his life to whole new heights.

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The Squad ☝️🤓

Char

How old is Danny?

Moonz

They're 23 I think

Ran

Wait why? 😏

Char

No reason

Moonz

Should we invite them to our thing this weekend 😁

Ran

Omg yes absolutely

What do you think Charlie? 😏

Char

Sure

Moonz

Kk I'll message them <3

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Knowing that Charlie was coming was eating them alive.

They were nervous to say the least.

The man that they had been caught thirsting over live on stream would be right next to them any minute.

The embarrassment they felt seeing that Charlie had, in fact, been watching during that small section near the end made them flush at the thought. Absolutely mortifying.

Ranboo was sat next to them in front of the vanity in Moonzy's room applying their makeup. They must have felt Danny's nervousness from beside them. "Are you excited to meet Charlie?"

Danny applied their highlighter onto their nose, scrunching it at the question in response. "Yeah, I guess." They downplayed their feelings. "I just don't want it to be awkward or uncomfortable for him."

Ranboo chuckled, shaking their head. "Don't worry, Charlie's really chill. I guarantee he wouldn't come if he was uncomfortable."

They nod silently, closing their highlighter pallet and uncapping their lipstick. That made them feel a little better. Danny tried not to flinch as the doorbell rang, finishing the application and recapping their lipstick.

"Charlie's here!" Moonzy cheered from the kitchen, fixing up the pregame drinks for them, racing to the front door.

Danny stood up with Ranboo to greet him, making sure their makeup was completely ready and everything was in place before seeing him.

Charlie smiled and greeted Moonzy, dropping his bag around the corner as he closed the door behind him.

"It's the sludge man!" Ranboo called out to him from another room, walking toward him with someone lingering in the doorway behind them.

Charlie's body froze, seeing the face of the person he'd binge watched over the span of a few days standing in the doorway in front of him.

His eyes raked down their body, gulping dryly.

Danny wore a light purple cocktail dress, sparkling and covered in mesh that hung just slightly longer at the hem than the base fabric beneath it. The dress was tight and the straps were thin, pressing lightly into the soft skin of their shoulders. It had a slight gathering of fabric in the chest area, making their tits look perky and supple.

The jewelry that decorated their neck and wrists and fingers was silver and beautiful. Their nails were painted black, just like his. That fact made his face feel hot for just a moment.

Their shoes were these light purple velvety platform heels, adorned with silvery chains and charms. He chewed the inside of his cheek, wondering how they could even walk in those. The heel was at least four inches, but it was also wide and blocky, probably making it easier for them.

He glanced back up at their face, spotting their glossy dark berry colored lips pulled slightly into their mouth with their teeth. Their face was powdered and blushed and preened. Glitter and stars and purple dusted their eyes, a dark purple wing elongating them beautifully.

He didn't think they could get anymore pretty.

Oh how wrong he was.

It took Ranboo slapping his shoulder in greeting to shake him from his staring. They were saying something that he didn't hear as they ushered him into the kitchen while Moonzy dipped into the room behind Danny and grabbed a makeup bag before grabbing their hand and pulling them into the kitchen as well.

The four shot glasses lined up on the counter, next to four empty chaser cups, made them grin.

Moonzy handed their makeup bag to Danny before moving to the drinks. "Can you do Charlie's makeup while Ran and I get your drinks ready?"

They nodded and sat at the table, turning to Charlie with an anxious smile.

He returned it with an awkward smile of his own and sat next to them, turning to face them.

Despite their best efforts to hide it, Danny was staring at Charlie just as hard as he had been earlier.

His blue-rimmed glasses were snug on his face, bringing out the blue in his eyes.

His hair was fluffed up, almost long enough to be a mullet, styled up at the ends in slight curls.

Jewelry embellished his fingers and neck, matching the simple stud earrings they hadn't noticed until that moment.

The shirt he wore was a dark green tank top, tight and sculpting to his form, covered by a black mesh tshirt that showed off his large biceps and vascular forearms.

He wore black jeans, cuffed and held up with a studded belt that cinched his waist.

His shoes were those same cute black converse that'd they'd seen him wear in so many videos. At least the amount of videos they were able to watch in a few days.

Danny carefully grabbed his glasses, setting them on the counter next to them. "So, how does it feel being the only binary one here?" They joked in an attempt to break the tension, opening up the bag and sifting through what was in it.

Charlie chuckled to himself. "Just don't spill any water on me, I might short circuit. You know, with being binary and all."

They thinned their lips at the pun to hold back a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a laugh.

"Not my best work." He shrugged with a pained smile. "I'll think of something better later."

Danny let their smile shine through, nodding in agreement.

"What do you guys want to drink?" Moonzy asked, pulling out different bottles of alcohol out of a cabinet while Ranboo grabbed a few bottles of juice.

"Vodka if you have it?" Danny grinned at the two of them.

"Pink Whitney okay?"

"Ugh..." Charlie cringed at the mention of the drink.

Danny gasped sarcastically. "You don't like Pink Whitney?"

He shook his head with a smile. "It tastes like a mix of rubbing alcohol and red 40."

They just shrugged, watching Moonzy pour a shot and slide it over to them before gulping it down with a grin. "More chemicals for me, then."

"Here, Char." Moonzy poured a shot of Bacardi for him and slid it over, then turned to Ranboo to fix them all another drink.

"Char?" Danny leaned in, giggling lightly at the nickname. It was cute, just like him.

He held back an embarrassed smile as he swallowed the shot, clearing his throat after.

They rummaged through "What do you want for makeup?"

He simply pursed his lips and shrugged. "Whatever you want."

Danny raised their brows, glancing at the two other people in the room who had similarly done up faces. "You sure?"

Charlie simply nodded, closing his eyes and submitting his face to you.

Danny grinned, hesitantly grabbing his chin with their fingers.

Charlie's heart leaped into his throat at their touch, knowing he couldn't open his eyes or he would blush at their closeness.

Danny applied eyeliner carefully, swiping across his lids with precision and care. "Do you want a wing?" They asked gently, swiping across his other eyelid.

He just shrugged.

They grinned, putting a small wing on each side.

Moonzy and Ranboo shared a look, before cheers-ing their pre-made glasses and drinking their shots with smug grins.

They all downed more shots, tipsy by the time the Uber showed up to the apartment. The ride was cramped and hazy, but before long the four of them were at their destination.

The club was packed, lights strobing across the ceiling in time with the music.

Danny immediately ran in, already pretty drunk, jumping and dancing and singing along to the music, a classic pop song from the early 2000s.

Charlie shoved through the crowd of people to reach them, the other two following behind him.

"This is so fun!" Danny shouted over the music to Charlie, a wild grin on their face.

Charlie chuckled and leaned closer, his mouth coming closer to their ear so he could shout back audibly. "What?"

They just shook their head with a laugh. "Never mind!"

Moonzy crashed into them, grabbing Danny's hands as the two of them jumped to the music.

Ranboo followed close behind, placing an arm around Charlie.

"They're so fucked." He chuckled, before watching Ranboo pull out a flask from their jacket.

"Doesn't mean we can't get more fucked!" They shouted from behind their mask, handing the flask to Charlie.

He smiled, taking a gulp, before cringing lightly and handing it back. "Is that just vodka?"

Ranboo nodded, lifting up their mask just enough to get to their bottom lip and took a sip as well.

Charlie's eyes drifted to the other two, dancing and whipping their hair around carelessly. He unconsciously thinned his lips in a small smile.

"So, how was meeting your internet crush?" Ranboo asked, causing Charlie's head to snap to them.

"What?" He asked incredulously, a flush coming over his face. "They're not... I don't..." Charlie couldn't seem to find the words in his buzz.

Did he?

"Uh huh, sure..." Ranboo grinned, taking another gulp of their flask. "They were worried that you might be uncomfortable. Cause of the stream."

Charlie turned to Ranboo, who was fully letting the alcohol guide their conversation. "Well... I'm not."

"You should probably act like it then." They joked with a smile, taking another swig and recapping it.

"They're just... It's hard to talk to them. They're so..." Charlie found himself at a loss for words again, glancing at Danny who was swaying their hips to the music. A thought flashed through his mind about what it would be like to be behind them as they ground their ass against his hips. "You know?"

Ranboo scoffed, grabbing Charlie's hand and dragging them over to the other two dancing.

"Charlie!" Danny cheered in a tipsy stupor at his presence, lifting their arms in excitement before wrapping both around his arm.

He grinned, trying not to let his face get red at the press of their half exposed tits around his bicep.

The four of them danced and drank and laughed the night away.

It was about 1 am when they all stumbled into a fairly packed bar, a karaoke bar specifically.

A long couch wrapped around the front of the stage and they practically fell into it.

"Ooh karaoke!" Danny shouted, climbing onto the stage and picking out a song.

Charlie chuckled between Ranboo and Moonzy as they all watched Danny dance to the introduction of the music. The harsh guitar riffs and drum beat echoed through the bar. He'd remembered this song while Ranboo and him had done a pole dancing lesson, enough to recognize it until the lyrics came on screen and they began to sing, surprisingly well for how inebriated they all were.

"We've been here to long, tryna get along, pretending that you're oh so shy~" They leaned into the wireless microphone, taking it off the stand and walking slowly toward the crowd, feeling the music. "I'm a natural man, doing all I can, my temperature is running high~" They swiped a hand down their hips, swiveling to the beat.

Moonzy cheered, the alcohol clearly showing in their volume.

"Cry at night, no one in sight, and we got so much to share~" Danny's hand slid up their waist with the lyrics, and Charlie could have sworn they locked eyes with him for just a moment. "Talkings fine, if you got the time, but I ain't got the time to spare, yeah~"

Apparently the rest of the bar was enjoying the song as much as him, due to their loud cheering at the chorus.

"Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch me there? Where?"

The bar shouted out "yeah"s in sync with the music.

"Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch me there? Where? There? Yeah~" Danny began to clap, encouraging the rest of the bar to clap along with them.

"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah~" Of course they did, but not because of their love for the song like Danny, most likely because there was a beautiful person singing for them about sex. Not that Charlie didn't also think they were beautiful, so he sung along too. "Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah~"

They must have seen him singing along, because as the song continued, Danny stalked toward the front of the stage where the other three in the group were sitting. Danny bent over the three of them, unaware of the massive amounts of cleavage they were revealing to everyone. "Every girl and boy, needs a little joy, all you do is sit and stare." They seemed to be looking right at him, Danny's pretty brown blown-out pupils practically raking down his body. And suddenly Danny got down on their knees in front of them, running a hand up their body. "Begging on my knees, baby won't you please, run your fingers through my hair~" They did just that for him, threading their own fingers through their hair before shaking it out.

Anyone could have easily mixed what they were doing as just enjoying the song, but Charlie's brain thought for just a second they were calling out to him, begging him to touch them, but a tightness in his pants brought him out of that thought. He looked up to them, but they turned to Moonzy, completely unbothered. Was he just imagining it?

"My my my, whiskey and rye, don't it make you feel so fine?" They sang, holding a hand out to Moonzy. They obviously took it, being hauled up onto the stage. "Right or wrong, don't it turn you on, can't you see we're waiting time? Yeah~"

They sang the chorus, the rest of the bar shouting out their "yeah"s.

"Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch me there? Where?" Danny spun around, back facing Moonzy as they felt them grab their hips. Danny grinned, bending over slightly against them as the bar erupted into cheers. "Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch? Do you wanna touch me there? Where? There? Yeah~"

Charlie glanced over at Ranboo, who was recording the whole thing with a hand over their mask to hide the noises of their drunken laughter, before returning his attention to Danny as they swung their hips back into Moonzy. He almost felt a hint of something in his chest, frustration, jealously? He ignored it and sang and clapped with the rest of the bar. "Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah~"

"Do ya? Do ya?" Danny let the tone of that lyric inflict up, singing almost like a moan, making Charlie shift in his seat.

"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah~"

Their hands slid down their thighs, past the hem of their dress, and back up again. "Do ya? Do ya?" A grin fell upon their lips, almost as if they knew exactly what they were doing, before slipping into the bridge of the song. The chorus of the rest of the bar's singing and clapping continued. "Do you wanna touch, do you wanna touch me there? Do you wanna touch, do you wanna touch me there? Yeah~ My my my, do you wanna touch me there?" They stood up with Moonzy, dancing around together for the rest of the bridge, head banging and laughing and smiling.

Charlie felt the fondness that had been growing into something bigger, that he simply couldn't fight anymore. Seeing how carefree they were, maybe due to the alcohol, but also just in general, made him want to be more like them. They inspired him to want to live, have fun, take risks.

"Touch me there, you know where, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah~" Finally, they joined with the rest of the bar in singing and clapping for the final lyric. "Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah~" The song ended in a slide out of the guitar. Danny practically dropped the mic, lifting their arms up and shouting in exhilaration. "Woo!"

The bar erupted in applause, older men hooting and hollering and whistling.

Moonzy placed their arm around Danny and walked back down to the couch together, practically collapsing onto it. They giggle, the alcohol finally beginning to slow its effects. Danny was pressed between Moonzy and Charlie.

"You good?" Charlie whispered to Danny.

They nodded wordlessly, eyes closed and content.

He turned to Ranboo, who was snickering as they replayed the footage of the performance on their phone. "Could you take Moonzy and get all of us some water?"

They nodded, reaching behind all of them and tapping Moonzy on the shoulder, before standing up with them and walking toward the bar.

Danny pouted, leaning their head on Charlie's shoulder. "Where are they going? I miss them..."

He turned to them on his shoulder, a corner of his lip twitching up at the pout that they were giving him. "They're getting some water, they'll be back."

Suddenly a man came out from behind the couch, rounding the corner to stand in front of Danny, utterly too close for Charlie's liking.

They lifted their head, addressing the man standing in front of them. "Hiiii~"

The man grinned, a sickly sweet smile. "Hi, sweetheart. Just wanted to come over and see if I could buy you a drink."

"We're good." Charlie spoke for them in their inebriated state, as politely as he could manage. He could tell he was attempting to get them more drunk than they were, which was already a lot.

The man glanced at him for a moment, as if to size him up, before turning back to his original target. "What, is he your boyfriend or something?"

"Pfft..." Danny giggled, glancing at Charlie bashfully, who was not smiling. "Nooo?"

Charlie rolls his eyes. "Look, man, just fuck off." He snaps, harsher than even he meant to say.

The man lifts his hands in defense, backing off. "All yours, bro."

Charlie scrunched his nose in disgust at the way the man spoke about Danny, like they were something to be passed around. He glared at him as he walked away until he was out of sight, turning back to the one sitting next to him. "Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" They ask, as if they hadn't even seen what happened.

"Okay, we should probably go." He mumbled, glancing around for Ranboo and Moonzy, who were on the way back from the bar with four water cups.

When they had all gotten back to Moonzy and Ranboo's apartment via an Uber, the two owners had promptly fallen asleep in their respective rooms. Charlie practically heaved Danny into the apartment, leading them to the couch.

Danny frowns absentmindedly, falling into a sitting position against the cushions as Charlie takes a seat on the floor in front of them.

Glancing up, he notices their frown. "What's wrong?" He mumbles, attempting to stay quiet and let the other people in the apartment sleep.

Danny frowns deeper, reaching down futilely to unbuckle their heels. "Nothing..."

"It's obviously something if it's bothering you." Charlie takes over, gingerly cupping the back of their heel and unbuckling the first shoe.

They straightened up again, before leaning back further into the cushion. "I had too much to drink. And now you have to take care of me."

Charlie just pursed his lips, taking the first shoe off and moving to unbuckle the other. "I don't mind. As long as you had fun." He smiles to himself, before looking back up at Danny. Their eyes were trained on him as he slipped off their other heel.

Danny's eyes were heavy with sleep, drunkness, and maybe something else. "Did you have fun?" They asked softly, as if his answer was life or death. Like it really did matter to them what his response would be, like it was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

Maybe it was just his own brain still buzzing from the alcohol, but he almost felt bashful at their question, like it was the first time all night he'd really felt observed by them, like how he'd shamelessly watched them all night. Like he was in the warm glow of a spotlight with butterflies in his stomach. He simply nodded, his hands folded in his lap.

Danny smiled, looking gorgeous above him, despite their disheveled hair and faded lipstick. Their hand lifted to cup his cheek, and Charlie felt himself almost melt into their touch, before their fingers pushed a stray piece of his hair behind his ear and then pulled away.

Charlie's neck nearly craned to chase their touch, but he refrained. His face felt suddenly softer, the feeling of their nails lightly trailing his skin for just a moment making his whole body radiate warmth.

"Good." Danny mumbled, kicking their feet up slowly onto the couch as Charlie took off his own shoes and attempted to regain his composure. They passed him the throw pillow near their feet and one of the blankets thrown over the back of the couch, before flattening the other throw pillow beneath their head. They pulled the other blanket to their chin as they watched Charlie set up his own makeshift bed. "I would feel bad... If it was awkward for you."

"Why would it be awkward?" He asked without thinking, before remembering.

"Because of the stream I did."

Charlie paused his movements in thought, before shaking his head and continuing. "I didn't mind, really. I thought it was..." He paused again, his breath bated and shy. "I thought you were cute..."

His heart pumped fast at the confession.

He couldn't believe he'd just said that.

But there was no response.

His mind went wild with the worst thoughts.

Did they think he was creepy? Did he go too far? He shouldn't have said anything.

Charlie turned to apologize and correct himself, but when he turned he saw Danny passed out on the couch.

Their mouth was open, a bit of drool beginning to form at the corner. Steady breaths inhaled, before light snores exhaled. They looked adorable.

Charlie bit back a smile at the sight.

Maybe they didn't hear.

Maybe his dignity was preserved.

He simply tucked himself in and followed into sleep.

But of course, cause god hates him, he couldn't stay asleep for long.

He was having a bit of a... Problem.

He stumbled to the bathroom, staring down in contempt at the bulge in his pants.

With a sigh, he leaned against the counter and took out his phone, simply waiting for it to go away.

He swiped on instagram, until an account popped up.

Danny.

Followed by Moonzy and Ranboo.

He smiled lightly, clicking the follow button.

Scrolling through their posts helped him feel better, maybe not less hard, but better. They'd posted slice of life photos when they were out with friends, cosplays, streaming announcements in their highlights, and oh god...

They had Only Fans teasers.

That did not help his boner at all.

They weren't too explicit, just pictures of Danny in slightly revealing clothes.

One had them in a grey sweater like material that was practically a turtleneck dress with a large cut out in the middle exposing their upper abdomen and the very bottoms of the curves of their tits. He swiped on the photo, the next showing how the back was also cut out, leaving only the material that dipped teasingly low. The curvy globes of their ass were barely covered by the fabric.

Charlie's breath deepened as his hips involuntarily shifted to try and be more comfortable, but he could only be so comfortable in jeans. He decided to unbutton them with his free hand, sighing at the restrictions around his crotch being loosened.

He swiped to a different post, just out of curiosity, and maybe a little bit of hunger, courtesy of the head he wasn't thinking with at the moment.

They were now clad in a cow print turtleneck dress, another soft material that he involuntarily imagined the texture of beneath his hands. Thigh highs with the same cow print covered the skin just inches beneath the hem on the dress. The photo was complete with little cow ears and horns on a headband, their tongue sticking out in an aggressive manner, their nosed scrunched cutely. He swiped with reckless abandon, fully accepting that he was looking just to look. The back was similar to the other picture, with that same tantalizing drop of fabric to their rear. Their thighs were pressed together, the meat of them just barely obscuring what was between.

He wanted to see what was between so bad.

"Fuck..." Charlie sighed quietly, reaching a hand into his boxer briefs and pulling out what had been bothering him for practically the whole night.

His cock was hard, really hard, leaking pre-cum out the pink and swollen tip. The lack of stimulation was clear from how it twitched, practically fucking begging to be touched.

Charlie couldn't stop himself, it was like a reflex. He grabbed the head of his cock, swiping the precum down and around the head, followed by a small jolt of relief. Not at the kind of intensity he needed, but it was something.

He swiped to another picture. They donned a beautiful red dress, the fabric looking almost velvety. Rhinestones sprinkled the front and back, Danny's arms were crossed with their palms on their waist, pressing their tits together slightly, practically spilling out of the straps around the sides and the skinny triangles covering the peaks of both. Gold chains draped between the mounds and around their waist, adorning the skin peeking through the hip windows built into the dress.

They looked so fucking gorgeous.

Charlie's head fell back lightly as he stroked himself once, then again.

He just couldn't help himself.

How could he when they were right there?

He'd barely managed to restrain himself from jacking off to clips of Danny's stream over the past few days, watching them make themself flush and spout out all kinds of naughty things at just the sight of him.

Thoughts of their stream rushed through his clouded mind. How they'd jokingly asked for proof of his tip, how they said they were pulsing for him, stating that he was massive, especially when they guessed that he would talk them through it.

God, he wanted to talk them through it, whisper in their ear while he touched them. If they'd let him Charlie would drop to his knees and get them off in an instant.

His cock twitched at the thought. Stroking faster, he opened another photo, this one of Danny in a black dress, the fabric beginning at their neck, around their torso, then splitting at their hips and flowing down their front and back in two separate sheets. They wore two black leather garter belts, one on each thigh, studded and connected to smaller ones right below them. His eyes locked onto the strings of some kind of black thong seated just below where the dress split off. He swiped, his heartbeat accelerating as they sat with spread legs out for the camera, the front sheet of fabric barely covering the apex of their thighs. And even more, the strings of the panties were gone. Danny was completely bare beneath the dress.

The thought drove him wild.

What he would give to lift the fabric up and slide his cock in, making them cum over and over and over again on it.

Making them scream his name while they shook uncontrollably and kissed him and praised him.

Charlie felt a familiar tightness in his groin, but images wouldn't stop cycling through his head from tonight.

Danny in that perfect little dress, the way they looked at him when he helped take their shoes off, the way their hips swayed to the music in the club, the way they looked at him when they sang that fucking song. They were begging for him to touch them, touch their perfect body in front of all of those people, everyone who wanted them, but couldn't have them.

Cause Danny wanted him.

His eyes fluttered shut as his cock spurted ropes of hot cum all over his hand, coating it proficiently.

Charlie panted, thanking gravity that none of it got on the floor or his clothes.

There would be no way to explain that mess.

He stood, washing his hand off with a grimace, the thick stickiness not receding until two rounds of scrubbing with soap.

Then the post-nut clarity began to hit.

Jesus Christ why did he do that?

He couldn't fucking believe himself. That was such an invasion of privacy. He was just like those weird gooner incels online. Well, maybe not just like them. They could never appreciate Danny like he did.

It's not like he went on their Only Fans or something.

Charlie paused.

They were probably naked on their Only Fans. His face felt hot, causing him to turn off his phone immediately.

Absolutely not, that would be an actual invasion of privacy.

But if he did pay for the service...

No.

He shouldn't even be thinking about them like that. It was downright disrespectful.

Maybe he was still a little drunk.

Maybe he just needed to go back to sleep to take his mind off it all.

And so he stumbled back out of the bathroom.

But nothing made the burning in his cheeks go away.

#smut #charlie slimesicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle smut #this took longer than it should have #but it will be worth it for the next chapter

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