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[robinav1tch-arch]

@drbrat texted: this is flirting right?

[sms: Frank] Ohh, you are asking the wrong guy

[sms: Frank] I am famously bad over text

[gothcumz]

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

sore muscles and healing cuts be damned — he needed him. it was merely a month apart ( the batman was needed for intergalactic matters, though he left the intergalactic part out when he first told frank he was needed for a length of time. ) teeth nearly crash together as rosy lips meet, their tongues intertwined and hot breaths exchanged. their clothes lay strewn about the place; scrub smock on the kitchen counter, matching bottoms and boxers hanging on the edge of a dining chair; sweatpants and oversized band shirt in a wadded up pile atop the coffee table.

furniture is pushed haphazardly to make room for the couple as they attempted to navigate into the bedroom only for bruce to be bent over the touch, the warmth between his thighs slick and his cock ripe and sensitive. he can feel frank’s fingers grip his hips possessively causing a stinging hiss to release between his teeth. he pushes his ass against his lover’s member insisting on being entered. " i missed you, frank.. i want to feel you inside, please, " bruce cranes his neck so that he can look up at frank with eyes full of desperation and lust, " please. "

[w4rfared]

he's not stupid, he knows he's giving into exactly what frank wants. santos had told them once that he was the world's most easily rage-baited man, whatever the fuck that means. all he knows is he's an absolute sucker for frank, especially when he's dressed like this. how easily he folds for a few well placed kisses is horrible for his reputation.

marco feels the other's legs lock around his back and he breathes out a sigh. a streak of irritation spikes through him, at his own inability to be strong in the face of temptation ( god damn it, marco, there's dinner on the stove! ) but that train of thought screeches to an abrupt halt as franks lips close around their thumb. a low rumbling sound greets them in return from the depths of marco's chest, heavy lidded eyes watching her every move.

" you little shit. " he murmurs as he slowly retracts his thumb and drags it down frank's lip, trailing with it a wine-dark smear down their chin. he leans in, lips ghosting over hers, hand still roughly holding their chin in place. " pretty as a picture, bella. " he presses a soft, almost chaste kiss to their lips, " bellissima. " [ @drbrat from here! ]

[bykacie]

i'm fine. don't worry about me. i don't like it. ( for jud )

@drbrat

“No worrying from me.” Jud says, putting his hands up as if he’s been caught. And though he does say this, he knows that it is technically a lie. It’s just a part of who he is to worry about people, but he can mention it in a confessional later.

“Though, I must say, a church isn’t the great place to come if you don’t want at least someone to worry about you.” The someone in question is God.

[adglaciem]

@drbrat liked this for a geten starter!

Another one. All Geten wants to do is lick his wounds in peace-- and return to Re-Destro-- but the emergency room seemed insistent on holding him hostage. He had been brought here against his will (some well-intentioned citizen had called an ambulance when they found him barely conscious and crawling along the side of the road) and after regaining his senses in the course of treatment, he had pressed himself into a corner and refused to let any of the medical professionals close. And this stalemate was a bit troublesome for a couple of reasons:

a) The boy was too injured to not immediately begin treating (the fact he had regained consciousness enough to fight them was a miracle) upon his admission to the ER, as often is the case.

b) The boy is clearly a minor, unaccompanied, and so cannot be discharged AMA by law without consent of a guardian.

c) The boy has no form of legal identification and refuses to give his name or any other identifying information.

d) He is making it a massive pain in the ass to try and treat him.

They can't kick him out, but he's giving them nobody to call: hell, the only possessions with him at the time were the clothes on his back and the debris that dug into his skin. Not helping the situation is that his wounds were consistent with a violent struggle-- it was all around deeply suspicious.

He watches Frank through narrowed eyes, body tensing in preparation to strike, should it be deemed necessary.

"Are you finally going to let me out?"

[cehcelia]

i leave quite an impression.

she's  just  dropped  evie  off  at  daycare,  evie  who  saw  frank  passing  down  the  hallway  and  reached  out  either  simply  because  he  was  a  person  and  she  was  reaching  that  phase  where  she  wanted  to  touch,  see  and  reach  out  for  everything  and  everyone  ..  which  had  certainly  made  things  at  home  fun  ..  or  because  her  eyes  had  caught  the  bracelet  at  his  wrist  either  way  it  had  taken  a  little  while  to  calm  her  daughter  from  the  excitement  and  get  her  settled  into  daycare  ..  something  which  frank  was  obviously  amused  with, 

“  sure  you  do,  ”  cecelia  half-teased,  a  smile  on  tired  features  as  they  walked  down  the  hallway,  “  just  so  you  know  she's  also  just  as  fascinated  with  cheerios  and  the  bird  on  my  coffee  cup,  langdon.  " 

[frthestars]

Frank tells Yolanda, "I don't owe you any explanation."

Yolanda rolls her eyes, uncaring if it makes her appear childish. It's fitting for this conversation, at least, Frank grating on her nerves as a young, annoying child would.

"Of course you don't," she says with a careless shrug, pulling her lunch tray closer to herself and picking up a fork. The cafeteria isn't her favorite place to sit, less so when it's busy, but occasionally she needs a change of scenery. And most importantly, a place to sit.

"But," Yolanda points her fork at him. "You sat down here. You started babbling - so obviously, you must want something. What is it, Franky, validation you're looking for?" // @drbrat

[teddaby]

@drbrat said : you're a bit grumpy, huh? ( for carmen! )

          "  i bet you'd be grumpy too if you were given this -  "   in your hands you wave a bunch of shitty pamphlets given to you by some nurse :  some self - help mental health thing ,  but the one you're most upset about is the pamphlet about addiction .  how to tell the signs of alcoholism ,  how to quit drinking ...  you know you have a problem ,  but you don't want the help ,  biting the inside of your cheek and ripping up the sheets of paper ,  letting the pieces fall to the floor .  if you wanted to get better ,  you would .   "  i end up in hospital a few times and suddenly everyone thinks they know everything ?  if i wanted help i'd ask !  "