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Dead on main au where
1. Danny wears a 1/2 face mask as a ghost to make sure his parents don’t find out who he is
2. The decision to start wearing the mask was a spontaneous thing that happened at school and he stole the mask from his high school’s theater department
3. Danny moves to Gotham as soon as he turns 18 on a scholarship but it doesn’t include dorm fees.
4. Danny hides out in an abandoned theater (the attic is surprisingly well insulated!!!!) and spends most of his time there as a ghost because he can’t anywhere else in Gotham.
5. An injured Red hood limps his way into one of his favorite old hideouts (the theater obviously), and promptly passes out from blood loss with the hazy image of a masked glowing spector as the last thing he sees.
6. He wakes up enough to hear soft reassurances of safety and feel cool hands carry him with no noticeable strain.
7. Jason comes to in a giant nest of blankets with his wound neatly stitched up, a killer headache, and a sticky note wishing him well/ promising the writer didn’t leak under the helmet (a fact Jason is well aware of considering his head is very much unexploded)
8. Jason tries to leave but he passes out again and is honestly too tired to try again when he comes back around. So he just…falls asleep.
9. Jason wakes up again to warm food on an old silver tray and an empty room, not knowing Danny is watching him from the corner to make sure he doesn’t fall again. Not that Danny wouldn’t catch him again, but he’d prefer it didn’t happen at all.
In short, Danny plays elusive nurse to the dangerous red hood while Jason sees a literal ghost that lives in an abandoned theater wearing a phantom of the opera mask and decides he’s found a keeper. Clearly he appreciates the drama.
@adharafirenze this is a callout
I caved and bought the first season on Amazon and watched it all in two days :) and I don’t have money for the rest of it :) but I love it and I laughed so hard so I’m gonna get the rest of it eventually, somehow :)
And thank you to everyone who replied!! I really appreciate it, and the only reason I haven't taken all of your suggestions yet is because I’m a paranoid bitch and need to investigate every website thoroughly before trying to access it on my laptop or phone
y’alls… is there anywhere or anyway i can watch macgyver for free?? i am, as many are, broke, but it looks like a good show and i’ve wanted to watch it for a while. i’ve tried some websites with no success and i can’t do a subscription or anything. pls help i need a new obsession
WHO LOVES WHO ??? (1.5k)
— fushiguro megumi x reader
synopsis: don’t trust your thoughts after 10pm because now you’re convinced he doesn’t love you back
warnings: super fluffy, aged up, mentions of sex, megumi wees (in a toilet not sexually chill LOL), erm self insert… maybe ?
a/n: my first time writing megumi and if it’s ooc i don’t care lol i love the guy. inspired off that one girlfriends scene with joan n her boyf i’ve been watching a lot of girlfriends :)
fushiguro megumi doesn’t love you.
this is the conclusion you have come to, sitting fully clothed on the edge of your bath with your head in your hands.
after being together for three months, the words have yet to be uttered past his lips. aside from all the… more than friendly activities you’ve been doing; the sweet sex where he stuffs his head into your neck to hide his pitiful groans, how he softly kisses your ankle whilst gazing down into your eyes before he starts between your legs and the way he always crawls into your chest after he cleans you up… you’re not sure there’s been anything else to show he loves you back.
yes, you are in love with fushiguro megumi.
rubbing your fists against your tired eyes, you honestly found it hard to think of all the reasons why you didn’t love the man. the way with one scan over your body, he knows what you’re thinking or what you want. often disappearing in a room full of people to appear by your side to hand you a drink or sliding into a seat beside you to patiently help you with your assignments. his calculating intelligence, how he seemed to know everything or if he didn’t, after a minute he’d have worked it all out. able to explain something to you easily and only you… often ignoring if anybody else wanted help because he always had a second sense to if someone had bad intentions.
you love fushiguro megumi because he makes you feel like a good person. which you guess is an odd thing to say, but it’s true. you’ve often thought you weren’t always the nicest, occasionally impatient, sometimes stubborn. and although those traits are still in you, megumi makes you accept yourself. you know it’s due to the fact he’s seen the worst in people, met others that murder and lie to get what they want so relative to him you’re close to a goddess. the way he listens when you ramble about something petty, rant about somebody that’s been pissing you off, through your most annoying moments, megumi makes you feel loveable.
your thoughts slam to a halt as the man himself strolls into your bathroom. scratching at his dark locks and opening his mouth in a massive yawn. his top half is bare, a few scars from his work as a sorcerer littered about whilst his other half is in a pair of plaid navy pyjama bottoms. he eyes you, still fully clothed on the edge of the bath, for about three seconds. pretty thick eyelashes batting against his cheeks as he ponders over the reasons you’re sitting there. but it’s also four am and he doesn’t work well this early.
you try to give him a tiny smile, to not look as suspicious as you feel when he asks, “why’re you sitting there?”
coated in sleep and a little grunt, he then pads over to the toilet and pulls down his pyjama bottoms far enough to take his dick out. you don’t have time to admire his cute pale ass because fushiguro megumi is acting so very out of character.
“‘gumi!” you cover your eyes and face away from him, the tinkle against the porcelain sounding in the room. “don’t piss in-front of me!”
you try to rationalise it’s probably because he’s half asleep right now and honestly, it’s nothing you’ve never seen before. but since when have you both got to the point of being so bare with each other?
“hmm?” he mumbles, feeling his body lighten at the action. why are you so loud at four in the morning? “babe, when two people are in love, this isn’t a big deal.”
babe. two people. wait… love?
the strangest most strangled sound leaves your throat, as you whip your head to the back of the man you loved.
“megumi, what? who loves who?”
you just needed to be sure. he could be sleepwalking right now for all you know.
but he also definitely wasn’t with how he turned his head to stare you down like you just offended him. “i love you and you love me? why are you looking like that?”
then he turns back around to finish his business, about to do the classic shake before you ram yourself into his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tightly. he places a hand flat on the wall before him to steady both of your bodies so he doesn’t go falling into the toilet.
“wait, let me clean up. we can cuddle in bed.”
but he’s not saying anything you care about, “‘gumi, you love me? since when?!” you squeal.
he scoffs, sleepy half-lidded eyes as he shakes and tucks himself back into his bottoms. “erm… since i met you? the first time we kissed? forever? why are you so shocked?”
he awkwardly shuffles to your bathroom sink, you still clinging to his back like a koala with a massive smile on your face like you’ve just won the lottery. it feels like you have.
you peep behind his back at the mirror before you both. megumi pumps soap onto his hands, lathering his slender fingers with the stuff and then hovering his hands under the tap to wash it off. you ignored all of that, staring at your lover's reflection as you feel your heart physically swell.
fushiguro megumi loves you back.
between that all, he glances up at you again, your cheeks high and your eyes bright like you just took a ginger shot, hyped up and ready to run a marathon.
“don’t you love me back?” the dark-haired man asks you, so quiet and tender you almost cooed aloud.
“of course i love you, i was just sitting there thinking you didn’t love me! you’ve never told me you have!”
megumi frowns, lips slightly pouted and staring at you through the mirror. his voice is a dull unimpressed monotone, “i don’t remember you ever telling me.”
now it’s your turn to pout, squeezing your arms around him in defiance but he doesn’t mind your touch. you’re making him all warm and toasty.
“well, i didn’t want to be the one to say it and be rejected. but if you said it i would have said it back.”
“babe,” he blanks and his face is telling you that you’re being silly but the impatient, almost rough rasp of the babe has you almost buckling your knees. “imagine i said it and you rejected me. i would have laid flat on the train tracks.”
“‘gumi!” you slap his arm playfully, kissing his bare bicep as his eyes twinkle at your laugh.
quickly he dries his hands on a random towel before spinning around to face you, his hands finding home on your waist.
and as fushiguro megumi stares down at you with his shiny albeit lethargic denim blue eyes, your smile grow bigger. so big he wasn’t aware a face could mimic the sun that had yet to rise outside. he should have been telling you he loves you daily if this is what he gets. a tiny chuckle breathes past his lips, your finger tracing up his spine making him feel a little drowsy.
“i love you. should’ve told you before,” megumi whispers almost apologetic, tipping your chin up to press a soft kiss to your lips. you can’t help but smile into that too with a pleasant hum and soon enough megumi is smiling too. a tiny one with makes your teeth clink together.
once you peck his cheek on your tiptoes, you wrap your arms around his neck. then his palms reach down to tap your ass, a signal to jump. as you do, your legs lock around his bare waist, “i love you too, ‘gumi. love when you call me babe too.”
the sight of the man still sleepy, muscles tensed to hold you up, you almost sigh lovingly. “really?” he mumbles, walking back into your bedroom and laying you down on your bed. “how about baby?” a kiss on your cheek. “honey?” you giggle as another lands on your jaw, “how about princess?” you’re now fully squealing at the tickle of his lips, especially as megumi, controlled by sleep lays all his body weight on top of you, only resting on his forearms to lay his attacks on you.
“yes, ‘gumi! yes!” and you feel the rumble of megumi’s laugh through his chest into yours. you throw the quilt over you both, now safe and warm with love.
once you both quiet down, megumi shuffles to get comfortable, tucking his head in the crook of your neck to go to sleep.
“love you ‘gumi.”
“love you too babe.”
𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞
𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭
tons of people have asked for a pearl/lapis fusion and I couldnt think of a design for a really long time… till now this is Larimar
Can I also ask for Primo and „whispering in-between kisses“? You know what types of kisses 👀
I know the exact kind of kisses you want. It's time to worship that old man.
What You See I Primo x gn!reader
~ Primo needs you to tell him what you see when you look at him ~
(1800 words, fluff, angst, body worship, some spice, nsfw, 18+ only, not beta read)
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“Amore, what do you see when you look at me?”
You set your brush down onto your vanity and turned sideways in the chair to look at Primo.
“I see someone that was supposed to be dressed ten minutes ago.”
Usually Primo enjoyed your teasing and he often teased you back. It was an easy banter between two people that had known each other for many years. Looking at Primo right now though it was clear he was not in a teasing mood. He sat down heavily on the side of your bed, a long sigh exhaling out of him.
“That is not what I mean.” There was a tone to his voice you didn’t normally hear and it made you get up to head his way. You held your bathrobe together and quietly padded over to stand before him. Primo was staring down at his hands in his lap, wringing them together nervously, so you dropped to your knees and slipped your hands into his to stop the movement. “Tell me the truth.”
You pulled his hands towards you and placed kisses into each of his palms before looking up at him. He met your gaze now, his eyes searching yours for an answer.
“I see the man I’ve admired for many years and loved for many more.” Primo snorted and pulled his hands away with enough force you fell back on your butt. “Hey, what’s going on with you?”
“That is not what I asked.” He stood up and then reached down to you, gently grasping your elbows and pulling you to your feet. You let out another ‘hey’ when he tugged you over to the windows that overlooked his garden. Primo squeezed your hands and then let go of one to grasp your chin. “Now, look at me and tell me what you see.”
You pulled away from his hands and then placed yours on his shoulders. With a firm shove you got him to fall into the chair behind him and climbed after him. You straddled him, your knees on either side of his legs. He wouldn’t meet your eyes so you used his own move on him and took a hold of his chin.
“I see someone that is tired from all of his years of working hard for this church.” His mismatched gaze met yours then and your heart clenched at the look in his eyes. You leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before moving down to kiss the soft, puffy skin under each eye. “You never get enough sleep because you’re up too late worrying about your brothers.”
The only answer you got was a soft nod and you smiled at him before kissing the tip of his nose. Your lips trailed from there to where the skin next to his mouth where he had wrinkles from smiling and then further down to where it had begun to sag.
“My Papa is getting older and his face shows it. His body shows it.” You kissed along his chin and then made your way down his neck, whispering into the wrinkled skin there when you stopped again. “Can I keep going, Papa? Can I show you what else I see?”
You felt him nod above you so you slipped your hands into his robe and pushed it off his shoulders. He was bare underneath and you took a moment to admire the body you had been intimately familiar with for many years now. When you started kissing him again you made your way from his neck across to his shoulder.
“Your skin has seen too much sun, Papa. Look at all these freckles.” To illustrate the amount he had you made sure to kiss each one you saw. You made a mental note to be more forceful with sunscreen next time he went out in his garden. Down his arm you went, finally holding his hand up between you so you could both look at the rough skin on the back. A few of his knuckles were misshapen, arthritis having begun to set into his joints many years ago. “I can tell that these hands have done so much.”
“Like what?”
Primo’s voice was quiet and shaking slightly. You were afraid to look into his eyes because if you saw tears there you would end up crying too. He needed you to be strong right now and you refused to let him down.
“Your hands have held onto so many others here, guiding them onto their path within the church…leading them in prayer…pulling them from the lake during their unholy baptism.” A thought crossed your mind and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I’ve seen this hand slap Secondo on the back of the head when he misbehaved as a child.”
“Or as a grown man.”
It was good to hear Primo laugh and you chanced a look at his face. His eyes shone with unshed tears and he sniffed when he saw the same in your eyes. He brought his free hand over and caught one when it started to trail down your cheek.
“I remember you holding Terzo’s hand when his mother passed away, how you carried him around the garden so he could pick flowers to take to her grave each week.” You grabbed his other hand when he tried to wipe your tears away again. “And I remember when you stormed up to Nihil and took Copia from his arms.”
“That old fool wasn’t cut out to be a father.”
“No he wasn’t, but you were.” You placed his hands on the arms of his chair and leaned forward to place a kiss on his chest over his heart. His chest hair was more white than blonde now, much like the hair on his head before he had begun to shave it, but it was still soft to the touch. For a moment you rested your ear against him, listening to his strong heartbeat. “You’ve been there for all of your brothers and helped them to become the men they are today.”
He took a deep breath under your ear and you could tell he was trying very hard to control his emotions. You weren’t done though, because deep down you knew what his biggest worry was when he started this conversation. Very slowly you turned your head so that your lips were against his skin and you kissed a trail to his nipple. You flicked your tongue against it before pulling it between your lips and nipping at it softly with your teeth.
“Amore…”
“Hush Papa, I’m not done.” You moved to his other nipple and gave it the same amount of attention before going lower to where his skin had started to pull down with age. The wrinkles here were larger, the skin soft and warm against your lips. Primo jumped when your tongue left a wet trail across his chest. “When I look at you Primo, when I touch you, I see a man that has aged beautifully.”
Your mouth moved to the center of his chest and you slid off his lap to rest on your knees before him. The robe was easy to pull off his lap and now he was completely bare before you. His cock was still soft, but that didn’t surprise you. It didn’t bother you either. You placed your hands on his knees and then slid them up his thighs, resting where they met his waist. Primo abruptly dropped his hands to cover yours and gave them a squeeze.
“Not tonight, I don’t think, amore. Too much going on in this old head.”
You smiled and moved closer to him, shouldering his legs further apart.
“It doesn’t make a difference to me either way. Do you know why?” Primo shook his head, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp as you leaned forward and started to mouth along his soft cock. “Because I still see the man I love no matter what is happening here.”
Even soft his cock was long and you took it as deep as you could, the tip reaching well into your mouth. You tongued the underside, pulling back so you could press it against his slit. His thighs had begun to shake under your hands and you heard him groan above you. As you bobbed up and down a few times you let out a little moan when you felt him finally twitch in your mouth. With a smile you pulled off, a string of saliva lingering from your lips to the tip as you moved away. Primo pulled a hand out from under yours and rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip, smearing your saliva around.
“Shall I keep going Papa?” He gave you a quick nod, taking a deep breath as you mouthed along the side of his cock. It twitched again, slowly filling out as you gave it attention. You licked the drop of precum that started to leak at the tip and then looked up to see him watching you. “Will you tell me now? Will you tell me what you see when you look at me?”
He brought his hands up to cup your face, smiling softly as he pulled you close enough to slip his cock into your mouth once more.
“I see someone that is more beautiful than any flower in my garden.” Primo grunted as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth, his cock nearly fully hard. “Someone that has never left my side, that ah! Cazzo. Someone that…someone that I love more than anything.”
His moans started to mix with your whimpers as he moved faster, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust now. There was so much more you wanted to say. So much more that he needed to hear but you didn’t want to stop him. You wanted him to fill your mouth with his cum, you wanted to swallow everything he gave you.
Primo’s fingers began to dig harder in your hair as his cock started to kick in your mouth. It wasn’t long before he nearly doubled-over as he came. Your mouth filled with his release and you did your best to swallow it all, lapping at his cock to clean off what you could. When he pulled out you kept your lips wrapped around him until you pulled off with a soft pop. He was looking at you like you were the only other person in his world and you found your eyes filling with tears again when he spoke softly to you.
“In you, amore, I see someone that I will worship until my final days. If you’ll let me.”
“Forever, Papa.”
He chuckled, wiping the mixture of saliva and his release off your chin before leaning in to press his forehead against yours.
“Forever.”
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