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Let me take you out
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| Who says that you can’t find love and affection in the multiverse? Whether it’s a blind date, planned date, or you’ve been going out for a while, you can’t stayed cooped up in your room when the world has so much to offer. So, grab your favorite fuck-buddy, or the most darling person to you, and go out to have some fun. The many dimensions have to let you off the hook with their incessant aphrodisiacs to let you enjoy your day, right? Right?? RULES:
1.) Drinks at the Bar – An old classic. You’ve gotten dressed in your favorite heels or your most suave ensemble, and are determined to make some memories over a few glasses of your favorite poison. But be careful you’re not staring into your date’s eyes too much to ignore how much you’re really drinking. If you get too drunk, you might not make it back to your place. 2.) Picnic – Some sandwiches, a decadent dessert, and a bottle of your favorite wine, all placed in a wicker basket and sitting beside you and your date on a gingham blanket. And in the middle of spring, no doubt. The flowers are begging to be picked and woven into someone’s hair, and the crisp, clean lake might provide a chance to skinny-dip. Or, maybe you did something naughty and snuck some extra aphrodisiacs into the potato salad. Make this picnic the best you can. 3.) Cooking for Your Love – There are many fine eateries for you to enjoy. However, you know your cooking skills make the chefs in those restaurants look like they can’t even cook a peanut butter sandwich. Hellbent on making the dinner perfect, you pull out all the stops, and maybe wish to serve it in a cute little maid outfit… or perhaps off your own body. And need I say more when I mention ‘naked aprons’? 4.) Dinner Out – Fondue, buffets, and more. Nothing beats an expensive dinner out, especially with how swanky you’re looking. But… is your date really this content with spending so much money on a third dessert for you, or are they purposely trying to get you fat? Hope force-feeding is your game! 5.) Out to the Movies – Maybe you caught a lucky break and your date agreed to see that romantic comedy you’ve been craving to see. Or maybe you needed a good excuse to binge on soda and popcorn. Your hand is closing in to grasp your date’s, but because you were an idiot who was too busy caught up in Michael Bay explosions, you get a handful of something else. Then again, not always the worst thing, if you don’t make it awkward and just go with it. 6.) Game Night – Twister, strip-poker, or even a sexy version of Clue. It’s time to break out the cards and board games for some friendly competition. Just try not to make bets that you’re not entirely sure you’ll win! 7.) Concert – A guitar solo is blasting in your ears, and the mosh pit got you a bit more pumped up than you had bargained on. Nothing grittier than doing it in an alleyway outside the venue, or in the bathroom. 8.) Under the Stars – Possibly the most romantic thing you’ve done in your life. You and your beloved, lying under the stars, lying on a blanket or the cool grass. If you’re looking to confess your feelings, buddy, now might be the perfect moment. 9.) Lingerie Shopping – Granny panties are out and bustiers and thongs are in! However, you’re going to need a shopping trip to restock your wardrobe. Why not bring a date? 10.) Live-Action Roleplay? – Admit it. You wouldn’t mind it if your special someone dressed up in black spandex like Catwoman, or if your man hid behind a mask. Hey, it doesn’t have to be Halloween to dress up. Just clean up after yourselves in the dressing room once you’re done. Cosplay fans, this is for you. 11.) Body Painting – You don’t need a canvas to have a little fun with some paint. Or maybe you do have canvases lining the floors and walls, and your bodies are the brush. Plenty of naked fun here, even if it is a little slippery. 12.) Take-Home Spa – You have to be one of the sweetest dates ever. Instead of taking your date to the spa, you decide to set one up in your own room! Trade places giving massages, take them next door to the pool room where the sauna and jacuzzi await, or maybe pay some due worship to your partner’s hands and feet. All you need to do is make sure your partner is fully relaxed, and all of the knots are worked out. 13.) Snowstorm – You expected a few inches, and maybe some gentle trickling of snow while you build forts and snowmen, but now you have a full-on blizzard. To make matters worse, now even the heating system is down. Looks like some hot chocolate, a few blankets, and a fireplace will have to do. 14.) Toy Store! – Need to add some spice to the bedroom? Well, try out a few new devices before taking them home. Now the real question is whether to go with the bondage swing, or the ball gag. Maybe both! 15.) In Bed With a Book – Nothing like cuddling in bed for storytime. This is a bit different though. Whatever book you’re reading, it’s nothing for the faint of heart, and definitely not safe for work. Perhaps it’s even embarrassing your significant other. Maybe you want to play out a scene in the book, and have everything you need to make it come to life. Or maybe, you want to see how long your partner can read before you tease them into sweet oblivion. 16.) Blanket Fort! – One of the cutesier options! Every chair, blanket, couch, and surface in your room has been transformed into a fluffy fortress. Just be careful that holding down the fort doesn’t result in tearing it down. 17.) Bubble Bath – First you got down and dirty, and now it’s time to get squeaky clean. Too bad your partner’s too busy playing with that rubber ducky to see you go for the showerhead. 18.) Prom/Dance Date – Semiformals, masquerades, and proms! You’re going to need a dance partner, and the music is getting slower and softer. Or maybe you’re not a fan of ballads and choose to turn the night of dancing into a game of ‘how much can we get away with with my skirt hiked up.’ 19.) Wild Card - We’ve covered quite a few date ideas, but perhaps you want to go for something completely out there, or even extra romantic. Go ahead and weave your own web! originally from TLH's ooc community |
Jack Napier | Batman ‘89
at last the curse is broken
There's already a table reserved for them when he arrives to the gallery several minutes early. That isn't surprising either — according to the secretary, Vicki had already taken care of that. It's the kind of thing you hear that makes you go huh and maybe quirk an eyebrow, but again, nothing too out of the ordinary. Vicki strikes him as the type of woman who takes charge quietly and efficiently. That's not weird.
The little box that's delivered to his table with a card that looks like it was written by a disturbed five year old is, though.
The hissing he hears from the vents behind him, more-so.
The normal reaction to seeing people dropping dead around you from poisonous gas would probably be one of abject terror, but Bruce doesn't see it that way at all. He's trying to help before he's made sure that the offensively-colored neon mask from the box is fully secured, but to the credit of whoever gave it to him, it does its job by keeping the poisonous fumes out of his lungs as he jumps out of his chair to go to the side of the waiter who passes by his table only to promptly faceplant on the one behind him where an older couple is seated, who also lose consciousness. He grabs one of the fancy dinner napkins from the table, tries to hold it to the man's mouth to give him a pocket of clean air to breathe through, tries to feel for a pulse with his free hand, but there's nothing and it doesn't last. There's too many people and he can't save them all, and just as quickly as it happened, the hissing stops and Bruce finds himself alone in a now empty gallery-cafe surrounded by corpses.
This is the part where things are about to get a whole lot worse before they get better, he thinks. And as if on cue, there's a bang from downstairs as the gallery's heavy steel doors are thrown open followed by a mechanical click and something— Wait.
Wait.
Is that Prince.]
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Everyone in town knew the name, of course. Very few people knew the man. Jack hadn’t up until yesterday, not until he saw photos that Bob had snapped during yesterday’s chaos. A brooding, enigmatic man in shades was certainly a tad bit out-of-place at such an event, and it had piqued his curiosity quite a bit. Upon learning it was that Bruce Wayne, his interest in the matter rose considerably. Tall, dark, and rich to boot! An ideal man, really, and the very image of class and style he strove to emulate. Indeed, he would have to arrange a get-together with the man himself.
It wasn’t hard to figure out who he was running with at the moment, nor was it difficult to pinpoint a date spot. Sure, the art gallery wasn’t exactly romantic, but it seemed to be a place Bruce gravitated towards. After all, his appearances here at charity dinners and the like had been well-documented. Better to surprise the man in such a place he was obviously keen for.
Never mind the fact that art and the improvement of such was one of his own talents. Have to impress him, after all.
Jack enters the restaurant all made up for the occasion, flanked by an array of goons, as Partyman begins to play. His confidence is sky-high right now, and he dances through the museum, vandalizing everything he touches - save for a painting of The Cheetahman. He kinda likes that one.
At last, he makes his way up to the cafe section of the gallery, laying his eyes on his prize. With a wave of his fingers, he has the henchman carrying the boombox switch it over to something a touch more romantic. Careless Whisper begins to play softly, as Jack sits down at the table, leaning forward and taking a good look at Bruce.]
I’m glad you’re getting some use out of my little present. I so hoped you would like it.
[He motions to the neon mask, his face spread into a smirk. From some compartment within his excessively long coat, he removed a blowtorch, lighting the candles on the table.]
After all, mom always said I had a keen eye for picking out gifts for people.
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While Napier continues to destroy priceless artifacts and murder a top ten hit, Bruce starts taking action. He pages Alfred, hastily punching in a three digit number — their code for SOS. Alfred knows exactly where he's at and what to do once he sees that number, so now it becomes a matter of stalling for time until his...supplies arrive. Fortunately, he's in a restaurant, surrounded by a number of sharp objects. That's more luck than most people would have on their side right now.
Muffled Partyman intensifies up the stairs, and by the time Napier and his entourage arrive, the glint of dull metal Bruce has grabbed off his table has already disappeared up his sleeve. For the sake of playing the part he's been given, he tries to look startled, even afraid.
But then Napier opens his mouth and, yeah, that doesn't really work out.]
...It did what it was supposed to. I think.
[It's a little hard to manage frightened when there is a cornucopia of what-the-fuckery transpiring before his very eyes. Oddly the blowtorch is the most normal thing around here.]
Let me guess: hostage. [The way he speaks is almost conversational, but there's a very quiet intensity in his eyes that could be mistaken for shock. But we know better, don't we?] You didn't have to kill them to get to me. I would have gone quietly.
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Hostage? Charming petname, Brucie, but it's a little inaccurate. Just a bit airheaded, too.
[He puts his feet up on the table, crossing his arms with the demeanor of a bored schoolchild.]
Then again, I suppose you don't gotta think much with that fortune of your's, sugardaddy.
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[one: did he just hear what he thinks he heard; two: yes he did; three: what can this possibly mean except something he's not emotionally or psychologically prepared to deal with; and four: is this hell? Because he's pretty sure this is what you hear and see when you go to hell.]
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[He shrugs, even with that creepy grin returning.]
It's a date, handsome.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXFSK0ogeg4 your face when you see this tag a year later
[Bruce's reply is like his gaze: flat and dull. If it wasn't for the faint surprise he still affects across his face, you might get the feeling that he's unimpressed. Needless to say, it works better when he's wearing a cowl.
The tip of the knife gently jabs the underside of his arm as he holds with handle in the heel of his palm, concealing it up his sleeve.]
Not interested.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5TeTsR7pyg
[ He lets out an unrestrained cackle at his own joke. It's not clownish, after all, he's still got that skin-colored shit caked on his face. It's still creepy.
He takes his feet off the table, quirking an eyebrow as he settles back into the chair. ]
And why not? Sure, this might not be the most proper courtship, but, ah, I think we've got something of a spark between us. After all, two of us? We're both fashionable men about town, ain't we?
[ Jack leans in, eyelashes practically fluttering, unmoving rictus grin beaming as he looks Bruce right in that razor-sharp gaze.]
Artists.
Sandalphon. | Granblue Fantasy. ( m/m )
Dino Brewster | Need for Speed | OTA
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So she had quietly pulled a few strings with her friend and hometown hero Graham Rahal to set something up. Texting her fiancee to tell him to meet her back at the track, instead of at the hotel, because something had come up - and to wear something nice.
He'd find her waiting on the grassy hill outside of Turn 3, dressed up in something nice, with a whole picnic laid out for them. She was going to bring candles, but didn't want to light the grass on fire.
"Hi," she said with a little wave.
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"Hey. You look absolutely gorgeous, baby." He grinned at her, greeting her with a kiss. The location couldn't have been more perfect. Shelby had clearly pulled some strings for this.
"This is a nice surprise."
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But he'd know that this was going out of her way, because Shelby usually did not focus on anything other than a race during a race weekend. So she hoped it also spoke volumes about how much she cared about him, that she would be focused on his well-being as her priority.
"Come on, get comfortable," she said as she settled down on the blanket with the couple of portable lights she'd brought set around. "I was going to bring candles but I didn't want to light the lawn on fire, so forgive me for that."
But she did have a bottle of wine and a completely catered dinner from an excellent Italian place that had been recommended.
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Dino laughed softly, taking a seat next to her and looking around the place. This felt perfect after a rough first day back at the track. He was not happy with himself with the position he grabbed.
"It smells delicious here, and I don't mean just your perfume."
Charming switch on.
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So once she'd gotten the food unpacked and opened the bottle of wine, she slipped behind him, settling her hands on his shoulders and rubbing gently.
"Something I want to tell you," she said. "I know you're not happy with today, and I know it's going to be an uphill battle from here. But whenever you doubt yourself and everything you've been through, you should know that if things hadn't turned out exactly the way they have? I don't think we'd be here."
She exhaled slowly, saying the words she'd never said before.
"If that crash hadn't happened...I never would have told you how I felt. Once you told me you and Anita were engaged, I didn't want to ruin that for you. I would have let you marry her and I don't know what I would have done. So just remember, whenever you think it's all gone wrong, that wrong is what led us to being right for each other."
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What she said next made him go speechless for a moment, realising just how right she was. If none of that had happened, he wouldn't have had the courage to face his true feelings for her. Sitting in that burning car all he could think about was how much he loves her.
"I don't know what I'd do if we weren't together. I'd be stuck with my feelings, living in regret."
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She nodded slightly, reaching one of her hands down to cover one of his and letting her head rest on his shoulder. This was getting a lot off her chest, too.
"I thought you were happy. And I promised you that the most important thing to me was your happiness. It broke my heart knowing you'd be with her and I thought I'd lose you completely...but I thought I was doing what was best for you."
That spoke volumes about her feelings for him. She was willing to make herself miserable so that he could be happy. Never mind that she had feared once he was married, he'd start a new life that didn't have her in it. If it was what he wanted, she would give it to him.
"So don't forget that. Everything you think you've done wrong, it gave you everything you have now."
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He appreciated hearing her say all those things and being open about what she really felt.
"I'm glad you stayed patient with me. My heart was always yours, Shelby."
He linked their fingers together and turned his head to look at her. This was happiness at its best.
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She said that sincerely. She may now be one of the best drivers in the world but she had never forgotten him or thought he was beneath her. She just had a career ahead of her.
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He ran his thumb along her cheek before leaning in to kiss her. Despite her fame and all those trophies on her shelf, she never let it get to her head. She stayed true to who she really is, and that in itself was incredibly attractive.
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He whispered the words between kisses. The food was still waiting to be eaten and the wine to be drank, but for now Dino wanted to focus on kissing his fiancée. The moment was beyond perfect.
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She was happy to kiss him back and appreciate a quiet moment between them. Win or lose he was part of her world now in every way possible.
"Just enjoy this. You earned it."
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Dino was grateful to her for arranging all of this. He was mentally beating himself up over the bad first race. He didn't think he'd finish that low on the ranks.
"Should we eat before the food gets cold?"
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Shelby reassured him, pulling back to hand him a plate. This was their time to relax and just be together.
"And you are driving with the best. Present company included."
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He filled his plate with food, indulging in the delicious smell of it for a short moment before eating.
"You picked a good place, baby. This is so good."
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She ate for a moment just watching him. She liked seeing him relaxed and happy and back where he belonged. As successful as the company was, she knew he'd never be entirely happy until he got to race again. She just hoped this worked out for them both.
"Remember this is just the beginning," she continued. "Just the first race. You're still getting comfortable and the level of competition here is tougher than any other league in the world. So don't beat yourself up if you don't win right away. Just be here, and enjoy the experience and do the best you can."
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Dino glanced at his fiancée while eating, thinking back to everything that had happened. The good and the hard times. He wouldn't have changed anything now that he knew where all that lead them.
"Yeah.. It's too easy beating yourself up for a bad finish, right? We both know that too well. Tomorrow's a new day, a new race."
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She would never stop encouraging him. She had her mentor and she would be his. He needed to learn the ropes of IndyCar and learn to contend with these drivers, and she'd do what she could to make it an easy transition. But a lot of it had to be done on his own.
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Dino felt lucky to have her support in all this. She gave him that extra push he needed to do well.
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