#and I couldn't make out which one is true

[salty-autistic-writer]

Buck sits on a hospital bed and looks down at his bandaged hands. Mild burns. They add to the considerable amount of smoke inhalation that makes his throat feel as dry as sandpaper. At least his coughing already got better. Buck's doctor assured him he would be able to leave soon. Too bad there's no home he can return to. 

He stares at his hands and feels … numb. It happened so fast. So fast, it almost seems like a dream. But it’s real. And everything still smells like smoke.

His loft. It’s gone.

In the middle of the night, flames consumed the walls in that scary astonishing speed he’s so well familiar with. And he couldn't stop it.

So many memories. Burnt down to ash. Buried underneath rubble. Gone.

A light knock at the doorframe makes him perk up. Buck expects to see Maddie who left to get some water and a snack. Or Chimney. Or Hen. Or Bobby. But it’s neither one of them.

“Tommy?” Buck looks up, too surprised to prepare himself for the pain he feels when he actually sees Tommy. For the first time in weeks. “What … what are you doing here?”

“I … Howie called me,” Tommy says, avoiding direct eye contact.

“Of course he did,” Buck mutters, looking back down at his hands, picking at a loose thread. Chimney. The ever-hopeful matchmaker.

Tommy clears his throat. “Are you okay?”

Buck flinches. The soft tone with which those words are spoken feels like a punch to his gut.

Are you okay? 

Okay. 

Anger wells up inside Buck’s tight chest like dark ice water, rising to the surface of his mind and fading out all the sadness. Buck glares up at Tommy. “Seriously? That’s what you’re asking about? After weeks of silence. Of nothing. You dare to show up here just like that and ask if I’m okay?!”

It’s Tommy’s turn to wince, his eyes widening slightly. “I’m sorry.”

Somehow, that only makes Buck even angrier. He knows it’s true. Honest. He knows that Tommy cares. And he kind of wishes Tommy wouldn’t. But here they are. Still care about each other way too much.

Tiredness creeps into the murky combination of anger and sadness.

“It burnt,” Buck says quietly.

“What?” Tommy asks.

“My scrapbook. It burnt. All the pictures too. The pictures I put on the fridge. And now I have nothing left.” Buck can feel the tears coming. He doesn’t want them. Doesn’t want to cry in front of Tommy. “All the memories I started to collect. They’re gone.”

I used to look at them. I used to remember the time when I thought I was finally on my way to happiness.  

“It’s all gone,” Buck breathes. And then he really cries.

An ugly sob that escapes his lips. And he hates it. Hates it so much. But he has no energy left to hide.

“Evan,” Tommy says, barely audible. And even though the sadness is suffocating him, Buck has the space for a relieved sigh. Not Buck. Still Even. And it still sounds so right … How does it sound so right after all the wrong directions their path took?

The bed dips as Tommy sits down beside Buck, hesitantly putting a hand on his heaving back. “It’s not all gone,” Tommy says.

Buck wipes at his burning eyes. “It’s not?” He asks, doubtfully.

“No. I … I’ve been collecting memories too. I can share them with you. If you want them,” Tommy says.

“That would be great,” Buck admits, trying to take a deep breath through his stuffed nose with a grimace. “Because … Because they really make me happy. The memories.”

“They do?” Tommy asks, his hand still on Buck’s back, but apparently not daring to move. “Don’t they make you … angry?”

“Not really. Sometimes they make me a little sad. Because I start to think of what could have been,” Buck says. “I start to picture all the happy memories the future might have given me.”

“But you don’t know if those memories would have been happy. What if … What if that future turns out to be so painful that you end up wishing you wouldn’t have lived through it in the first place?” Tommy asks, his voice strained. “Aren’t you scared of what you can’t know?”

Buck shakes his head. “No. I can’t live like that. The future isn’t set in stone. And as long as I think the memories I want to make are worth fighting for … Things will be alright.”

We would have been alright.  

Tommy’s hand is burning him. But when it retreats, Buck almost tells him to put it back. Maybe that’s pathetic. But he can’t find the energy to care.

Tommy is silent for a long moment. He seems lost in his own thoughts, his fingers rubbing over his jean-cladded knees in rhythmic movements.

Buck glances at him. Through a blur of his lingering tears, he suddenly realizes that Tommy looks … rough. 

His edges are sharper. The lines on his face seem deeper. There are shadows under his eyes and he’s close to growing a beard. 

And maybe that’s pathetic too, but Buck suddenly wants to hope that Tommy is feeling that same ache Buck has been feeling for such a long time now. The ache that forces him to bake. To keep his hands busy and his mind empty.

He wonders. What is Tommy doing to soothe his ache?

Buck almost asks.

But before he can, Tommy gets up. He clears his throat. “Are you staying with Maddie and Howie?”

“Yeah,” Buck says quietly. “For now. I guess.”

Tommy nods. He’s chewing on his lower lip. Lingers. Seems like there’s something else he wants to say.

And the silence stretches like a rubber band. The tension is almost palpable in the room.

Finally, Tommy says, “If I would text you in a few days. Would you read it? Would you read it all?”

“I would,” Buck says, remembering the bubbles. “I promise,” he adds.

Tommy exhales shakily. “Okay. Alright. I’m truly sorry, Evan. For the loft. And for what you lost. I can't change what happened. I can’t give the past back to you. But whatever happens, whatever you do after you read what I am going to write, I will give you everything I have. So that you can start a new collection.”

“Thank you,” Buck says, his throat tightening.

Tommy nods. He starts to walk out of the room with slow heavy steps.

Before he can disappear, Buck works up the courage to say, “Tommy. Wait.”

Tommy stops, glancing back at Buck.

“Are … are you okay?” Buck asks.

Tommy’s brows furrow with surprise, but then his eyes soften. “Honestly? No. And I haven’t been in a long time. But I am finding ways to keep the hope alive,” he says. “Goodbye, Evan. Rest well.”

And then he really leaves.

Buck stares into the void and the ache is back. But the pain has a note of hope in its bite. Maybe it’s the same kind of hope Tommy was talking about. And maybe he shouldn’t allow himself to feel it. But he can’t help it.

Apparently, his heart, even though covered in the ash the night left behind, is still convinced that the future he pictured is worth fighting for.

(AO3 Link)

[v6quewrlds]

Okay okay dad!Joe content: Joe and baby girl at family day and she has dad and all her uncles wrapped around her little finger 🥰

joe followed closely behind amara as she bounced from player to coach to staff member, her little arms flailing as she giggled and pointed. you watched with a smile that never left your face, your heart swelling with pride and joy. you knew joe was feeling it too, despite his stoic facade.

the bengals' locker room had transformed into a whirlwind of laughter and chatter as the families of the players and staff mingled. the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant murmur of the stadium speakers filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the chaos of family day.

amara's eyes lit up as she spotted ja'marr's familiar face, her favorite player after her daddy, of course. she squealed at the sight of him, barreling towards him. he scooped her up, spinning her around as she shrieked with delight. you couldn't help but laugh as you saw joe roll his eyes playfully at the sight of his daughter's unbridled affection for his teammates.

"look who's got a fan club," you teased, walking over to join them. joe slipped an arm around your waist, his eyes sparkling with pride as he watched amara tug on ja'marr's beard, the wide receiver wincing slightly through his rapid-fire questions which were answered in earnest.

"looks like i've got some competition, actually," joe replied, his voice warm with affection.

"you can't be #1 all the time," you hummed, leaning into joe's side, your voice light and playful.

ja'marr chuckled, gently pinched amara's cheek, earning a giggle in return. "it's tough, joe, but you've got to admit she's got taste."

"hey, i taught her everything she knows," joe said, feigning indignation, which only made you laugh harder. "and she's definitely got my moves."

"daddy, up!" amara demanded, reaching for joe after deciding she was tired of ja'marr and his questions. he grinned and swung her into the air. she giggled as he spun her around, her chubby cheeks flushing with excitement.

"alright, pumpkin," joe said, setting her down with a gentle bump. "let's go find some snacks—"

before he could get the words out, amara had already dashed off again, her little legs carrying her toward sam hubbard and trey hendrickson. the two defensive ends looked up from their conversation and sam immediately dropped to one knee, his arms wide open.

"there's the people's princess!" he boomed, catching her in a bear hug.

trey chuckled, shaking his head at the sight. "you're going to have to start training her to tackle, joe," he said, tickling the toddler's side.

"already on it," joe replied with a laugh. "she practices on me every night." you subtly elbowed him, and joe shot you a sarcastic smile. "what? it's true."

your little family made your way to the snack table, where a spread of treats and drinks lay in wait. amara's eyes widened at the sight of cupcakes topped with miniature footballs. she pointed eagerly, and you picked one up, handing it to her.

"just one," you warned with a knowing smile, but amara was already digging in, her tiny fingers covered in frosting.

as you munched on various salty and sweet snacks, the team's head coach, zac, approached, his expression was soft as he watched the children play. "your little one sure knows how to work a room," he exclaimed to the two of you.

you couldn't help but agree. "she's got more charm than the two of us combined," you murmured, wiping a smudge of chocolate from amara's cheek. she rested in joe's arms, giggling as he pretended to take a bite out of her cupcake.

zac chuckled. "it's a good thing she takes after her mother's extroversion," he continued, giving joe a playful nudge. the quarterback rolled his eyes while you snickered. "keeps you on your toes, huh?"

joe nodded, brushing away a stray chocolate curl from amara's face as she squirmed in his arms, spotting orlando making faces from across the room. "every minute of every day," he said, a hint of affection in his voice.

[lemotmo]

🙃 but also 😂😂

Q. Do you agree that Oliver has behaved unprofessionally throughout this entire process?

A. Absolutely not. Oliver is the one that maintained his professionalism. He refused to pretend that a plot device was more than a plot device. That was the professional approach. He refused to play along with nonsense and grandstanding. That was the professional approach. He has been a main part of this show for 8 years and he has always conducted himself appropriately. Period. Lou's shameful, downright embarrassingly unprofessional behavior is not Oliver's fault. He was cast as a plot device. He was well aware of this. He even acknowledged it in his first few interviews last season. He admitted Tommy was a 'starter' relationship. He said Tommy was there to allow Buck to work out the kinks before Eddie. He fucking said those words. He was under no illusion his part was anything more. He got paid by delusional, racist fans to pretend he was something more than what he was, and he talked himself into believing he was the shit he told them he was. Oliver and the show are doing him a favor by ignoring his behavior and the appalling behavior he's encouraging all 340 of his fans to engage in. Oliver could come out and say that he was the most unprofessional, talentless, narcissistic, racist, homophobic piece of shit he ever had the misfortune of having to share space with. The fact that he hasn't said those things publicly, because they're all true statements, is the epitome of professionalism. He got cast as a temporary love interest. He got cast as a minimal plot point. He got cast as the definition of a plot device. He had to be talked through their first kissing scene. They then only had one more before he went to Tim and said he wouldn't do anymore intimate scenes 'because they're unnecessary and don't add any value'. Which was code for I'm not comfortable doing any of those things with a man. They did not get along. It was obvious. They had less than zero chemistry. It worked on no level other than the one Lou manufactured. End of story. Oliver was never the problem. Ryan was never the problem. Oliver is allowed his opinions on Buck's storylines. Other than Tim, Oliver's opinion is the only one that matters. Lou gets zero opinion. He's a z-list nepo baby that they clearly couldn't wait to get off their set. Oliver treated him with more respect and professional courtesy than the man ever came close to deserving.

Thank you Nonny!

Over the last couple of days I've seen an increasing amount of Tommies turning on Oliver, accusing him of all sorts of things, while excusing Lou's behaviour and even praising him as some kind of perfect man who can do no wrong.😠

It's insane behaviour that needs and deserves to be called out.

Lou has a past of racist and sexist behaviour as evidenced by those awful posts he made on social media (Twitter and Instagram). But apparently all is forgiven and forgotten because he kissed another man on a TV-show. 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Make it make sense.

The man pushed his fanbase to relentlessly harass other fans, cast and crew, by making them all believe that his part in a show was so much more than it actually was. It was so bad at a certain point that some of the cast and crew had to block these people and Tim actually publicly called out his fans for bringing along so much new toxicity.

I won't even get back into the horrible shit (death threats and all) they dropped in my ask box and those false accusations they made at my (and some other Buddie fans) address, complete with elaborately fabricated false evidence.

It all comes down to this: the man was hired as a plot device. A way to have Buck come out as bisexual. He was okay with that in the beginning, but soon realised he could make money of this opportunity by scamming his own fanbase. He made these crazy cameos talking nonsense and headcanons, telling his fans what they wanted to hear, telling them lies for money.

He took the gift of a part in the top TV-show of the moment and instead of being grateful for this gift, he used it to manipulate and lie. He abused the trust of the people who gave him this chance in the first place.

He's still doing this to this day by the way, egging these people on to mass-harass the official 911onABC account on Instagram by having them post insane hashtags. As if Tim will ever allow that man to set foot again on the 911 set.🤣

Lou made sure to burn the final bridge by giving his last and frankly unhinged interview. This interview ensured that he is NEVER coming back. Good riddance. 😏

Ultimately, the story of season 7 was about Buck coming out and getting more comfortable in his own skin. It was about him having all of these big feelings, but being unsure who they were for and why he was having them. It was about his own bisexuality. Nothing more, nothing less.

Oliver knew this and respected the storyline, knowing how important it was (and still is) for so many bisexual people. He never made it about a love interest. He only briefly mentioned Tommy once or twice, but never said anything else about the relationship, because he knew that the man wasn't going to stick around and he didn't want to lead the fans on. Which is admirable.

He was the one who was always professional, even when he was forced to work together with a man who had never heard of the word 'professionalism'. Having that man play his love interest must have been difficult, but instead of complaining or whining (like Lou did and still does) Oliver has never once uttered an unkind word about him. Which tells me enough about the strength of his character.

I'm disgusted by people 'calling out' Oliver as unprofessional when all he has ever done was be as professional as he could be. These people need to go back and watch some of Lou's cameos. They'll quickly be confronted by the very definition of 'unprofessionalism'.

'nough said. Sorry for the rant, but the way these people are talking trash about Oliver right now? It just pisses me off so much! And I don't get pissed off so easily. But this makes my blood boil!

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[inbabylontheywept]

Hi there! I just read through a few of your long form posts -- the one about the boss and the glue traps and the lizards, the one about the friend and the radishes and the cop, and the one about the breakup and the car and the neighbor's car and your dad -- and I'm just really blown away by your writing. And I'm just curious, are they actual experiences or are they fiction? They read like actual experiences, and the writing is so naturalistic and...idk, low key sweet, stream of consciousness without the major sidetracking that often happens in stream of consciousness writing and also more...more poetical in a way, I guess. I don't know. Are you published or wanting to? I mean I couldn't help with that or anything but if you've got a book out I'd love to read it.

Patrick McManus was kind of THE legendary writer to my family. When my dad was a kid, he'd sit on the porch the door that the monthly copy of Outdoor Life was going to arrive, and as soon as he got it, he'd run in with it and take it to his dad, who would gather all his kids around and read the stories out loud.

My dad loved it because his dad would make a whole performance out of the readings: He'd do voices, pantomimes, dramatic sound effects, the works. The stories are amazing, but the out-of-character behavior from his dad was half the selling point. Grandpa Hank was, to his core, a good man. But he was gruff, and socially, pretty stiff, and he didn't often show emotion. I think my dad said he saw him tear up one time growing up, and it was when he got dropped off at the MTC. My mom was married to my dad for three years before Grandpa Hank was comfortable enough to sit down in their house, and he liked her. That's just how he was.

(You just praised me for not getting sidetracked, but I'm letting myself wander down those memories a bit. He died last year. I miss him terribly.)

Anyway: Those stories were how I first started learning how to spin a yarn. I got older and I got more influence than just cowboys and Westerns, but the soul of my style is still just The American Tall Tale.

Which is to say that they're not outright fabrications. When I say that I cut all the worms up in my backyard and had a panic attack and hid in a tree until my mom got me, that happened. But I only remember the vaguest outlines of the words that were said. When there's a line in that story about my mom telling me that she's sure the worms will forgive me because they got six hearts to love and no bones to pick, that's not how she talks. That's how I talk.

Other stories, they're far less fuzzy than that, but I can still point out things I don't know. Wrestling story was from middle school, and a lot of those "crisp details" are just me painting by vibe. I've had some people that did wrestling through highschool point out things like refs not actually counting to three, or how double-legs are not actually super effective for tall wrestlers. I don't actually know how much the woman I wrestled weighed, nor do I remember how much I weighed, except that I was more than two weight classes smaller than her. Car incident, I got broke up with, went to her parents door, waited on the lawn, and was given some olives to go with a wireless phone. But exact wording of a lot of the people involved fails me. As a rule, the weirder an event is, the more likely I am to be distinctly remembering it and not just filling in the background. Except for dialogue, which often turns out weird because when I have to make up things for other characters to say, it carries too much of my own speaking style in it, and that's always been weird.

There are even points where things do come right off the rails. In the stories about J post, J himself became a sort of mythic figure after he moved, and lot of the stories about him, I don't even know I'm remembering them first hand or second hand from a story someone else shared with me.

I know it would be easier to just go, yeah, they're true, or no, they're not, but I did a weird thing and mixed them up and now even I'm a little confused.

Regarding publishing: I'm not published, and the thought of trying to get published scares the shit out of me. I

I don't know. If anyone has advice, I'd be interested.

[mental69er]

bottom!victoria neuman who we absolutely destroy with our strap

Made this into a little holiday type ficlet

content: thanksgiving, the turkey is not the only thing getting stuffed, bottom victoria, fem reader with a strap, nsfw

The groan that Victoria let out as you fully sunk into her was heavenly. A true feast to your ears, better than the one that awaited your stomach once the turkey was done cooking.

Given how busy her schedule was, having the day off for Thanksgiving was a blessing. It meant the two of you could spend time together cooking, eating, relaxing, and fucking.

And oh, how you've missed her. Missed her moans, the way her hips would cant up into you as she begged for more of your strap but there was no more length to go.

"Easy," you told her, peppering the side of her face with kisses. You had her pinned under you, using the muscles you had spent hours shaping up, knowing how much it turned her on to be under you like this.

"Please," she gasped out, trying to move her hips into yours to start you up. You did not let her, taking your time to run your nose down the side of her neck, to nip and suckle at the skin there, enjoying the way her pulse thudded under your ministrations.

"I've been waiting so long," she told you, looking over her shoulder, those brown eyes of her pleading with you. "Don't I deserve it?"

"You do," you assured her, leaning in to kiss her lips. You wouldn't tease her for too long. You couldn't afford any of the food to get burned. Relenting, you leaned off of her, hands on her hips, bringing her up a bit.

She grabbed the blankets under her, already ready to be fucked thoroughly. You did not disappoint.

You pulled out quickly, leaving only the tip of the toy inside, before slamming back in. Quickly, harshly, with all the might you had, rocking her forwards slightly. There would be no mercy.

Like a well oiled machine, you pumped into her, hitting all the spots inside her you knew drove her crazy. She was very vocal, unable to contain her sounds as she writhed under you. Your grip on her hips kept her steady, using your thumbs to spread her lower lips apart and allow you to open her up a bit more for your strap. 10 inches of girthy and ribbed plastic that glistened with strands of arousal.

She moaned over and over, eyes closing shut, losing herself to this. Forgetting aboout work and other stressors, when all she could feel was the harsh thud of your strap against her insides, making her back arch up with pleasure.

"Such a good girl for me. Taking me so well," you praised her and she groaned happily, thrusting her hips back in time. Her thighs were shaking, and wetness leaked out between her lower lips, pattering onto the blanket with each back and forth of your toy. You could feel her insides gripping tightly, tugging you in, making it hard to move without stutter. She was so needy for you.

It only made you thrust even harder, breathing hard through your nose as focused solely on getting her off.

"So desperate for my cock, so needy," you told her.

"Yes," she whined.

"I bet you'd want it inside you 24/7, fucking you."

She whimpered at this, clinging onto the blankets harder.

"You look good like this, bent over, ass up," you puffed out, the speed at which you were going starting to take its toll on you. You could feel her clenching around your toy.

"Getting utterly stuffed," you told her, your own arousal climbing as you saw the way her lips were utterly stretched around the strap, turning red from friction. Wet squelching noises accompanied your actions as she only got wetter and wetter.

She was going to cum soon and it had been barely ten minutes. She really must need this. You would be sure to give her all the orgasms she needed today. To show her how thankful and grateful you were for her.

"Only by you," she breathed out, chest heaving, mouth parting in silent want. "Only ever you."

The sweet but possessive nature of that made your chest glow warm.

"I want to see your face as you cum," you told her, briefly pulling out. She groaned in disappointment at you stopping right before she hit the crest, but the groan turned into a gasp as you turned her around, speared her back on the plastic cock and pulled her into your lap.

You pressed a soft kiss to her lips, gently gyrating the strap into her, encouraging her to ride. She crossed her arms behind your head and your hands on her hips helped with leverage. She wasted no time in riding you to completion, needing three sharp drops into your lap, bottoming out on the strap each time before her wetness gushed over your lap.

It was hot and sticky and her head lolled back, nails digging into your neck as her body was rocked with small tremors. She was always so beautiful like this and you smiled into her neck, wanting her between your thighs.

That, would have to wait.

Confused, you turned your head in the direction of the kitchen.

"Do I smell burning?"

Victoria's eyes shot wide open. "Oh shit, the turkey!"

[aziraphales-library]

Hey there! Do you have any refs for fics involving a road trip (extra points if its aziracrow as Angel/demon and not an au altho aus are lovely too!!)

Hi! We have some road trip fics here, and I've got more now...

leave you faithless by midnightbotany (T)

As Aziraphale struggles with the demands of his new role as Supreme Archangel, a heartbroken Crowley embarks on a journey around the world hoping to stop Armageddon. Again.

Where The Furniture Used To Be by Magpie_BKK (T)

The Bentley has mysteriously brought Crowley back to central London, just as an old friend turns up at the bookshop. But not everything is as it appears, and Crowley finds himself on the run with an amnesiac angel, trying to unlock his memories along the way.

The Lost Apostle by miraworos (G)

After a long hiatus, Crowley badgers Aziraphale to go on a road trip with him. But it's more a quest than a road trip, and both Crowley and Aziraphale may be getting into more than they bargained for. Bentley POV.

Waterfall by duustbunny (E)

Two years after Aziraphale accepts the Metatron’s offer, Crowley is captured as he attempts to infiltrate Heaven and Aziraphale is tasked with executing public punishment. Instead, he lets the demon lead him on a quest to recover a lost item that can help them stop the end of the world once more. Because Heaven is not the boss of him anymore, and preventing the Apocalypse will never stop being his and Crowley’s job.

The Journey by ElderlySardine (M)

“Anthony J Crowley… Mayfair, London… Next of kin: Mr A Z Fell…” Crowley nodded. It wasn’t as if he had anyone else. “Emergency contact: also Mr Fell…” Crowley had almost stopped listening. “Relationship to applicant: husband…” “Husband?!” Crowley and Mrs Lowry spoke together as one, for the first and almost certainly the last time in their lives. “Husband.” Crowley recovered first, and fixed Mrs Lowry with a hard stare into which he infused just a little bit of demonic energy. “Is that a problem?” It was a problem. It was Aziraphale's harebrained plan, and it was clearly doomed to failure, as well as embarrassment and ignominy. But since when had Crowley been able to say no to the angel? It was only two weeks, and 3,850 miles. It couldn't be that hard, could it?

hurry back, please bring it back home to me by Percyjacksonfan3 (T)

“Why should I?” The demon interrupts cuttingly. “You’ve made it perfectly clear where your priorities lie and anything I say won’t make a bit of difference.” “That’s not true at all.” Aziraphale replies after a long hurt moment. “And you know it. Besides, you’re being stubborn. You’ll help me eventually.” Rage flashes over Crowley’s face. “You think so, do you?” Aziraphale juts his chin up stubbornly, ignoring the unpleasant feelings Crowley’s expression stirs in him. “Yes.” Aziraphale needs Crowley's help in saving humanity from the Second Coming and despite what happened between them he's determined to get it. After all, it's not only that he needs Crowley, but his plan also includes their car. As for the other matters between the two of them... well there's no reason those can't be sorted out along the way as well, is there? Or, a possible take on Series 3 that includes the Bentley, a resurrected Jesus Christ set on bringing about the End of Days, and an angel and a demon who are stupidly in love with each other but are both suffering from a lack of experience on how to actually deal with said emotions. Emphasis on the stupidly.

- Mod D

[gyusimp]

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It had been a couple of hours since Ken came home, he greeted you as usual and then went down to the basement to take care of Emi for a moment although without much enthusiasm. Today he felt tired, more emotionally than physically but still he had to be a father, mother? Responsible for the little kaiju and after spending the whole day locked up in her containment unit it was only fair that he let her spend at least some time with him. However, you noticed he looked a little down when he greeted you. His smile was gone and his eyes looked dull and his mood only confirmed his frustrated state when he went back up to you.

"Mina, mute all notifications," he asked her assistant, his voice slightly irritated, to which the robot complied.

Ken walked over to his wide bed and dropped onto his back, his dark locks moving against the bump on the mattress.You stopped what you were doing and went to peek through the door, finding him in bed with one arm on the mattress and the other covering his face.

"Are you okay Ken?" You asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind you as you walked in his direction.

"I'm fine" he replied through gritted teeth, still lying down.

You frowned, you knew it wasn't true and in a way it still bothered you that he tried to be strong with you. He was in a safe place now, why couldn't he just tell you how he felt? Whatever was wrong with him, you always ended up listening to him. You sighed regretfully and sat down on the bed before laying down next to him and gently hugging him to your chest.

"Why are you doing this?"

"What?" You didn't understand where he was going with his question.

"You tend to be around me always...even if I seem irritable" he replied, letting his arm fall around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Sure, because I'm your girlfriend, silly" you said jokingly "What is it that's bothering you, my love? Do you want to talk about it?" Your voice was softer now, conveying confidence and reminding him that he could always rely on you.

He let out a sigh, tightening his arm around you and burying his face a little deeper into your neck as he turned on the bed to face you. Ken took a few deep breaths before answering.

"I'm... tired, I guess." It was noticeable in his voice.

"I see... because of baseball or Ultraman?"

"Both...even though it's been a while, sometimes I still feel like I can't handle everything, including Emi....I feel exhausted all the time"

"Aawww my love" you said, cradling his face against your neck and kissing his cheek "I know how you feel, it's not easy to carry so much at once...but you're doing an excellent job with everything. For today just rest...relax, the day is over and I'm sure tomorrow will be better for you honey...we're together now okay?" You spoke sweetly, trying to comfort him, feeling him settle into your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

He simply let out a small snort of laughter and snuggled up to you. He already felt a little better, just being in your presence was enough. Although, that didn't mean he wasn't still exhausted...

"Is there something you want me to do for you my love? To make you feel better?" You asked, carefully running your fingers through his hair. “I can make you something to eat or run you a bath.”

“Stay here with me,” he murmured into your neck, pulling you a little closer to him, making you smile.

“You sure? You don’t want anything?” Ken hesitated for a moment longer, considering the question.

"Well, maybe I like the idea of a bath," he said, standing up slightly so he could see your face and smile at you with a tired air.

"You want to join?" He asked, smiling.You couldn't refuse when he asked you so sweetly. You kissed his cheek and smiled against his skin.

"I guess that sounds good. I'll go get everything ready, okay?" you said, kissing his forehead and getting out of bed.

Ken stayed in bed, still looking at the ceiling while resting one hand on his chest and the other next to his head on the mattress. His eyelids were starting to get slightly heavier as he heard faint sounds of you walking in the distance in the bathroom next to his room. He didn't know how much time passed when he started to slowly squint.

"Ready," you said, accidentally waking him up when you peeked through the door of his room and came back, while he stretched and settled on the edge of the bed.

Ken stood up and walked into the bathroom where he saw you arranging some things in the bathroom space where his tub was, which looked more like a jacuzzi of sorts.

"Come here baby, I'll take care of it," you told him, starting to take off his shirt as he let himself be carried in your hands, feeling immersed in the warm environment watching as a thin layer of steam formed on the glass that surrounded the shower area.

You unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs until they reached his feet as well as his underwear. He felt a little embarrassed by the fact that you were still fully dressed while he stood in front of you, completely naked. He kept his gaze on your face, watching your reaction to seeing him like that.

"What's wrong?" You said as you felt his gaze on you. He remained silent and a little embarrassed for a moment, simply watching you as you stood in front of him. After a few moments, Ken finally spoke.

"I'm, uh... just a little embarrassed, I guess," he admitted, his face a little red. "You're the only person I've ever really shown my body to," he added.You smiled tenderly at him, hearing his words and seeing him so still.

"Don't be embarrassed, you're beautiful. Besides, it's not the first time we've seen each other naked," you joked, trying to make him relax.Ken couldn't help but crack a small smile at that, embarrassed but amused. He raised a hand and scratched the back of his neck, still watching you.

"I know, it's just different when I'm completely naked while you're still dressed" he replied in a more confident but still slightly embarrassed tone from afar.

"Oh don't worry" You finished stacking his clothes and arranged them on a small piece of furniture next to you before starting to get rid of your own. You took off your shirt, jeans followed by your underwear and let your hair down, leaving you as naked as he was.

"Well, I'm less embarrassed now" he admitted quietly, a small smile appearing on his face.

You laughed with him as you both walked to the spacious tub, slowly feeling the warmth of the water hugging your legs until you both sat at the base. Ken leaned back, leaving his arms resting on the edge while you stayed next to him, giving him some space in case he needed it. You noticed his frustrated expression leave his face and his eyes slowly close as he let out a tired but now relieved sigh.

"This... feels good..." he murmured, closing his eyes as he sank a little deeper.

"I know... I needed this too" you said, lying down on the other end next to him, closing your eyes and sighing.

The atmosphere was perfect, no doubt this only helped him feel better, forgetting for a moment all his problems, responsibilities and frustrations. Spending moments like this with you made him feel so safe. It was ironic how being the most famous and greatest superhero in Tokyo, you were the one who always ended up saving him.

Your soft voice while talking to you was his greatest relaxation now, seeing your smile made him laugh too and wish that time would stop somehow.

"Hey, why are you there? Come closer," he asked, being the one who was more eager to close the distance between you two as much as possible.

"Sure," you agreed happily, moving through the water to get closer to him and position yourself between his legs, resting your head against his chest.Kenji's arms wrapped around your waist and his chin gently rested on your head.

"Better like this?"

"Much better," he admitted with a smile."We should do this more often."

Kenji was totally on board, but after a few minutes of conversation, he immediately noticed how you began to cross your arms and cover yourself nervously, still sitting behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder. His eyes moved over your body again, before leaning a little closer.

One of his hands gently placed itself on your side, under your crossed arm, simply holding you.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Why do you say that?" you asked calmly.

He kept his hand on your side, sliding it lightly up and down. "You're covering yourself up," he replied in a whisper almost against your skin, leaving his hand on your waist instead.

"No, it's not true," you tried to deny it but you felt trapped. It wasn't a lie that this wasn't the first time that Kenji and you were naked and so close together, however, this time you felt intimidated by the lights and how the lighting revealed small things that probably only you noticed but making you feel insecure being next to him, preventing him from observing you completely.

He raised his head slightly so he could see your face better, his hand still on your waist and the other holding your crossed arm. He raised an eyebrow slightly at your weak attempt to resist.

"Come on, don't cover yourself up. I know you're nervous, but there's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. You always look great."

You felt your face heat up slightly. "Ken... I just... don't like it, and you know it, I mean... I don't like the way I look and I'm embarrassed..." you admitted to him.

He let go of your arm and brought that hand to the back of your neck, gently caressing it. He continued to rest his head close to your ear, his breath against your neck as he spoke to you in a soft voice.

"My beautiful girl... you have nothing to be ashamed of. But I know you like to keep the lights off and not let me see you. It's so obvious," he murmured, his hand caressing your neck softly.

"Yeah... I know it won't be like that but... I don't like the way I look and, I think that if you see me well then you won't like me either" you admitted, with a slightly lower voice, hugging yourself to hide your chest.

"Honey, listen to me. I know I can't change the way you look, but I know you're beautiful. And I've never felt less attracted to you. You're beautiful and sexy to me, no matter how much you insist otherwise" he pointed out sweetly, his voice serious but soft.

"Okay..." you said, letting yourself go and slowly moving your arms over your chest, letting only the thin layer of water at the beginning of your body cover you in the middle of it.

"That's better"

He held you tightly against him, with one arm around your waist, while he lightly caressed the lower part of your torso. His eyes were still on your bust, clearly appreciating the view. Kenji gently leaned closer to your neck, pressing a small kiss just below your ear, you were blushing heavily and avoided turning your face to look at him.

"I don't like the way I look, I've always thought they're too... small" you admitted, a little annoyed.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss just above your shoulder. "I think they're perfect" he added. You were about to say something back but his impulse was faster, making you swallow your words and startle when you felt both of his hands holding your breasts under the water, one in each hand. "Relax" he murmured against your jaw, gently tightening his grip as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

"What are you up to?" His hands cupped your bust delicately, feeling his fingers on your wet skin warmed every part of you, physically and in every way. "This isn't anything strange for us, darling," he whispered, pressing a small kiss just below your cheek.

You looked at his hands and hesitated but eventually gave in, relaxing your back and leaning back against his chest as his hands continued to touch your bust softly. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. Everything about you is perfect, including this."

"Y-you really... like them?" you asked blushing.

Kenji let out a small snort, a small smile on his face as his hands continued to caress and squeeze your breasts in the water. "Of course, they're perfect for me. I love them. I want you to like them too" he replied, leaving another small kiss on your neck again.

"If I like them it doesn't matter... I want you to think I'm pretty... Please, keep going..." it was starting to feel so good that you asked him to keep going, leaning back on him and closing your eyes trying to ignore the growing sensation between your legs with each touch of his fingers.

"Of course... Anything you want" he whispered, leaving another small kiss.

Kenji continued to hold your breasts in his hands under the water, leaving small, tender kisses on your neck while his fingers lightly caressed and massaged your nipples.You couldn't help but let out a small, tender moan after feeling his fingers run over the tips of your breasts, making you jump and half open your eyes to see his hands.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" he whispered in a soft voice, while continuing to work your nipples with his fingers. "I love hearing that, honey. I want to know how I make you feel," he replied, still in a soft voice.

His fingers fit perfectly over every inch of you, the touch of his fingers making you half-close your eyes and lean your head back on his shoulder and bare chest while his hands continued on you, caressing you without any hurry, amidst small sounds in the water that surrounded them. His other hand slid lightly from your chest to your stomach, gently caressing your belly with his thumb. Instinctively, you moved your legs through the water of the tub to open them. You then noticed your actions and were slightly embarrassed wondering if Kenji had noticed, you acted without thinking when you noticed that one of his hands had moved down your body as if it was screaming at him where you needed more attention.

"What are you doing?" He whispered in a soft and amused voice, leaving a perfect silence for you to excuse yourself with a short "nothing" as you felt trapped."Trying to pretend that you didn't open up a little" Kenji took his hand from your nipple and placed it lightly on your thigh, sliding it down and across your leg, passing over your knee as he did so.

"I was just getting settled"

"Really?" he replied, still amused, with a small hint of disbelief in his voice. You took his hands and brought them over your breasts again "Are you going to keep going?" you asked blushing.

His fingers started moving again, carefully squeezing your nipples and caressing them again. You closed your eyes trying to relax as small muffled moans sounded in your throat trying to ignore your desires but then you whimpered slightly desperate, calling Kenji's attention, it was impossible not to want him so much and more in the middle of the situation you were now in.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" he added, gently caressing your cheek and placing himself close to your ear again.

"I give up okay?" you said, lying back against his chest as he watched you take both legs out of the water and arrange them in the tub, to keep them open, more than they were before.

Kenji loved how you didn't even need words to let each other know what you wanted and right now he knew he was all you needed, stirring a surge of love and turmoil inside your chest at once.

"This isn't giving up, baby" he replied, his voice soft but playful. "Just keep giving me all your cute little moans. I love knowing that you love what I do"

"Okay... " you moaned lightly "but only if you keep touching me..." you hesitated a little before saying where.

"Oh no problem sweetie, where do you want me to touch you?" he added, a small trace of teasing in his voice. You looked at him annoyed and very flushed

"Please Ken, you know perfectly well where" He let out another small laugh as his eyes locked on yours for a second.

One of his hands made its way down your body until it reached your thighs and caressed them before having his fingers where he urged you. His fingers still gently caressing down through that sensitive area between your legs, passing through your folds and reaching your entrance with his middle finger.

"Wow... you're so wet" Kenji murmured.

"How do you know? We're in the water" you replied with slight annoyance and a big blush.

He let out another small laugh, still gently caressing your entrance with his fingers. "It can feel... it's different, I know you very well."

"And I guess that makes you feel too cocky, doesn't it?"

"Of course it does" Kenji replied, sliding his finger down, caressing your folds with teasing movements and without warning, he slid inside your entrance. He let out another small huff, a smile still on his face and still close to your neck as he slid his index finger even further inside you, his thumb began to press slightly upwards, gently moving against your clit repeatedly. You almost stood up, arching your back and clinging to his thighs on either side of you with both arms, squeezing your eyes shut and frowning, making him laugh shamelessly at your explicit reactions to the feeling.

Your head rested on his shoulder as you gripped his thighs with your fingers as you felt his index finger move even deeper inside you. "I love making you feel like this, baby," he continued, moving his thumb in small circles against your clit causing a burning sensation from so much pleasure building up around the area.

You brought your hand to your mouth and bit your knuckles trying to keep your composure under his touch despite feeling like he was stretching you out. He left a small kiss on your neck, still with your head resting against him and your fingers clinging to his thighs, but he could feel you tensing against his hand. "Don't hold back princess...I want to hear you" he added, sliding a second finger into your entrance, pushing them in and stretching you even more than before making you moan more intensely than before.

It wasn’t even a big deal what Kenji had done to you yet and you were already a mess. Your hips moved against his hand as you felt his long, slender fingers curl inside of you along with his thumb poking and caressing that sweet spot over and over again. His name escaped your lips in the dirtiest way possible, as if it was the only word you knew how to say while your hands tightly gripped his thighs, squeezing them every time he advanced further inside you until he made you see stars. His smile showed how proud he felt to see you like this and to know that no one else could see you in such a vulnerable and intimate way, you awakened a selfish feeling in him and it filled his chest to know that you would writhe like this just for him.

He knew every part of you very well as you knew him so touching all those places where even you couldn’t reach and observing your different reactions was priceless. This man adores you, needs you and wants you, you are his woman and he will do whatever it takes to keep his woman satisfied. His.

His fingers moved with agility faster and faster making you open your legs more and more, feel a couple more touches of his fingers were missing to make you cum when suddenly everything fell apart; like a pyramid of cards under a breeze outside. Your expression of frustration and irritation was present when you felt completely empty from one moment to the next when Kenji completely removed his fingers from you. You turned to see him and he noticed your annoyance immediately.

"Damn it Ken, what are you doing?" You gasped in frustration, feeling the needy throbbing in your center.

"Shut up, you're ready. Now turn around" He demanded, with the same need in his voice.

You were so focused on what his fingers were doing to you that everything around you blurred, including the bulge between his legs that you sat on. Kenji grabbed you by the waist and helped you turn around to straddle his lap, causing small waves between both of your bodies until you were facing him directly with both hands on his shoulders. His other hand slid down your back, caressing your skin to your thigh, pressing his fingers lightly against your leg through the water, and lifting it up, placing it around his hip.

His hand around your waist kept you close against him as he slid inside you, still caressing your back with his other hand that was under the water. He sighed against your neck with his head against your shoulder as he gradually entered deeper and deeper inside you, caressing your walls with his tip not being able to stop you from moaning for a single second. The small moan that escaped you when you felt him enter made his lips curve into a smile against your neck. “Does it feel good?” he murmured against your neck, gently caressing your thigh under the water with his other hand.

“Good? ...fuck, I feel like I'm in heaven, baby.” You could barely speak without panting.

Kenji moved more firmly and a little roughly to make you bounce on him repeatedly, getting what he wanted. A loud moan escaped your mouth almost involuntarily, making you blush for sounding so dirty.

“Ah, ah... that's the noise I wanted to hear, baby. I want to hear more of that,” he purred against your neck, his voice soft and slightly breathy.

"Then give me reasons."You held onto his shoulders tightly as you felt his hands on your hips to increase the intensity of his thrusts, looking at him blushing deeply, unable to stop moaning and whimpering his name for more, letting your wet bangs fall over your face as well as his, looking at him through your wet, long eyelashes.

His hand around your hip pressed you even tighter against him, still having your body pressed close to his, with his lips still pressed against your neck as he felt your body still arch against him. "That's it baby. I wanna hear you moan my name... I wanna hear you scream my name" he panted softly against your neck, bringing his hands down to your ass to grab you tightly so he could fill you up better.

"K-Kenjii!" you moaned louder "more... I want more of you" you begged, almost in the middle of a tantrum. "Fuck Ken, you're perfect"

"No... not perfect. I just wanna make you feel good..." he murmured, softly against your ear, his voice soft and still holding you tight against him in the water.

Well you're perfect for me you said grabbing him by the nape of the neck and pulling him closer to you to kiss his lips, feeling the speed of his movements increase. He opened his mouth even more so your tongue could enter his mouth, still having your body even tighter against him, still moving inside you firmly and needily.

You continued kissing him with need and desperation, biting his lip and taking his tongue in your mouth letting the saliva of both of you mix in your mouths. "Mmmhhh... damn, I love the way you kiss me" Kenji panted against your mouth, his voice soft and breathy while still moving you against him.

"And I love the way you fuck me" you told him in the middle of the kiss.

His hands went to your hair, still pressed against your head, still with your tongues tangling in the middle of the kiss. He still moved inside you, having your legs around his hips and your body close against him, keeping your back arched.

"But I enjoy the way you squeeze me, babe" he panted in the middle of the kiss.

You continued the kiss until he felt your moans increase and get caught in the middle while you frowned and your moans stayed between your mouths, you let him take you by the hair with a little more pressure and without stopping kissing him, you began to move more on top of him, riding him urgently and quickly, bouncing on him repeatedly. "Mmm... baby, you're eager, aren't you..." he panted into the kiss, gripping your hair.

You moaned in response, still moving harder and harder until he felt you tighten around him and knew why. His hand still gripped your hair even tighter, as your body moved in circles on him, pressing at a slightly different angle.

"Mmm... baby... you're tighter," he panted against your ear, his voice soft and a little breathy.

"And do you know why that is?"

"Tell me," he panted against your ear, keeping a hard grip on your hair.

"How about I show you instead?" You asked, moving faster on him.

You didn't stop moving on him for a second, slamming your hips against his crotch until a couple of minutes later you clung to his strong shoulders, almost digging your nails in as you felt your hands slide over his silky wet skin, arching your back and letting yourself go without a care, cumming on top of him completely pleased by each of his thrusts, feeling your release seep in even under the water giving you a different and warm sensation. Kenji gasped in your ear as he felt you cling to his shoulders and arch your back slightly as you cum on his lap, holding you close to help keep you stable on top of him.

"Mmm... good girl..." he murmured.

You were breathless, letting yourself fall on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you felt him continue to move in you on his own, seeking his own release, you barely moaned as you felt him move and you were very overstimulated, Kenji was almost using you so he could cum himself.

His moans against your neck grew slightly louder and more erratic as he continued to thrust into you, still holding your hips with one hand and your hair with the other. His breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel his body tense slightly.

“You feel too good, gurl…” he panted into your ear, his voice soft but muffled, still pressing you lightly against him through his thrusts. “Shit… you still feel… so tight…”

“Kenji…” you moaned, wrapping both arms around him and resting your face on his shoulder, tired and hypersensitive with each thrust, “are you almost there?”

After a few minutes, Kenji was finally on the edge and after a few more thrusts he called your name loudly as he eased you down on top of him, squeezing your hips as he finished, sending thick ropes through you. Kenji dropped into the tub, both arms on the edges as he tried to normalize his breathing, and you lay down on his chest with increasing tiredness.

You stayed like that for a few minutes as he caught his breath, holding you close with his arms, gently caressing your hair and your back with his hand, having your body relaxed against him. After a while, still with a soft voice, he broke the silence slightly.

"That was... pretty intense..." he said, still with his breathing ragged.

"I know... I bet I'll wake up sore tomorrow." After a few minutes when your body wasn't shaking as much anymore, you noticed that you were both still wet in the now dirty water with the release of both of you making you blush.

"Don't you think we should take a shower?" He let out a soft laugh and shook his head slightly, still with his chin resting on your shoulder.

After a moment, he responded slightly in a mocking tone."I guess so, I think we've already made the water dirty enough."

You held onto his shoulders and slowly moved up so he could get out of you and both of you stood up, letting the used water go down the drain. Kenji got out first and then helped you out of the tub by taking your hand and walking together to the shower where he turned on the faucet and both of you got wet under it.

He washed his hair and then helped you with yours, treating you with ironic care after having taken you as hard as he pleased and when you were about to clean your body of the remains of him, he told you considerably, that he wanted to take care of it himself.

"Let me take care of it..."

"Are you sure?""Believe me, I want to."

He let out a soft laugh again when you gave in and let him touch you and take over. His hands began to move softly and carefully over your body, soaping the soft skin and wetting it even more with the warm water.

You watched as Kenji bent down a little to gently bring his hand between your legs and clean you off of him, as you blushed and gently rested a hand on his shoulder to support you. His touch was gentle and careful, as he lightly ran his hands along your thighs and into your folds, continuing in the same manner for a few minutes with the water still falling gently over the two of you and with his hand still resting on your hip.

After a moment, he slightly looked up and looked at you lightly with a smile on his face.

“Are you still blushing sweetie?” you simply smiled sweetly at him, as he finished and stood back up to clean himself off. “You’re adorable when you blush…”

“Thanks…” you said a little shyly. This time with Kenji was so private and cute so you couldn’t help but go up to him and hug him under the shower. He hugged you back, and wrapped his arms around you gently, still with the water falling over both of you.

"You're very sticky today, huh?" He teased softly against your neck. You closed your eyes feeling his warmth and the water all over your body as you tenderly kissed his collarbone and shoulder.

"I love every part of you." His arms tightened slightly around your body in response, as his hand lightly caressed your back and hair, you leaned your face on his shoulder and wrapped both arms around his back tightly.

"You're so affectionate... I love it.." You smirked

"I'm always so cold... consider yourself lucky."

"Oh, I can assure you, I consider myself very lucky... as long as I'm the one who gets this adorable and loving version of you."

"Of course, always just for you." He held you even closer to him, his arms wrapping around your small figure and the water gently passing over both of you as he still gently caressed your back and hair. "I promise it will be like this my love" you said taking his cheek and kissing his face. Kenji leaned forward slightly and kissed you softly on the lips with softness and warmth, still with his arms wrapped around your figure and his hand gently running through your hair.

After a while more of hugging and cuddling under the shower, you both got out and dried yourselves with towels before going back up to his room. You both started to get dressed again, while relaxed silence reigned between the two of you.

"Can I ask you something?" Kenji broke the silence, catching your attention. "Why are you always so cold to everyone?"

You weren't expecting that question so you looked at him trying to explain "I...I don't know" you laughed "It's just...it's not easy for me to express what I feel I guess. Even with my family who are people I really love, but with you..." you smiled more and looked at him "The 'I love you's' come to me in droves for some reason"

He kept looking at you for a moment, watching as you tried to give him an explanation while you laughed softly, and he adjusted his shirt. After a moment, you looked at him and answered, with the smile growing on your face and with your eyes slightly shining.

"I guess that's something that's very much just me, huh?" he joked softly in a low voice, with a smile on his face at your confession. "Well, it's nice to know that I'm the only one who sees this version of you... it really is very, very cute."

"Thanks...I didn't even know how affectionate i could be" you joked "I guess...you bring out the best in me" you said with some nostalgia.

You both climbed into bed, settling down between the sheets after getting fully dressed, leaning against the headboard as Kenji checked a few messages in his team group about training and baseball stuff. He took his phone in his hand to focus his sight on some messages left a couple of hours ago, raising his arm to his forehead to rub it lightly while he still had the phone in his other hand.

He continued to read the few messages on his phone, when suddenly he felt a gaze on him. Kenji turned his face slightly to his side and found you looking at him with a smile on your face, with your hand under your head, while you were still lying next to him. He slightly raised an eyebrow at the smile, slightly amused, and put the phone back down.

"What's wrong?" He replied as he looked at you for a moment, a small smile on his face

"You're just so beautiful." Your voice was like you were looking at the most unique piece of art hanging on the walls of a museum.

"Thanks love..." he said softly laughing, running a hand through his hair and feeling slightly embarrassed by the compliment on his appearance "You're gorgeous too..."

"Thank you" you said laughing and wrinkling your nose in embarrassment "but you more so, Mr. "Best alive player"

"Eh, you don't have to remind me... although I admit it's true..."

"You should have said the most precious alive player" He gave a small smile as he answered with the soft and gently mocking tone.

"Well, if it were up to me, that's what I would have said... "the most precious player alive" would sound better... but the reporters aren't ready for that truth..."

You laughed next to him and got closer to him, gently taking his face in your hands and looking into his eyes making him completely forget about his cell phone "But look at that cute little face" you said sweetly

"Are you telling me I'm adorable?"

"Maybe... more than that you are "Perfect," you said softly, tracing the entire profile of his nose with your index finger and caressing his cheeks.

"Perfect, huh? Where does all this come from?"

"What do you mean, where? Every time I see you..." He continued to look into your eyes, slightly curious, as he listened to how you responded to your feelings towards him.

Kenji kept his head still, slightly relaxed with your caress and soft voice, with slight traces of curiosity in his eyes."Isn't what you're saying a little exaggerated..?"

"Not at all, it's what I feel, what I think... it's the truth." You said hugging him, resting your face on his shoulder and after a silence you spoke "I really think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me... maybe the only good thing in my life. I always felt so alone, hurt, misunderstood... having to be strong in order to move forward and not let anyone know me well enough to hurt me" you said in a low voice "always so distant, so distrustful, expecting the worst from others, but with you... none of that exists... all those walls fall when I'm with you... and you can see who I really am... I'm not afraid or distrustful of anything when we're together"

He immediately responded to your hug, resting his head on yours and wrapping his arms around you protectively. After a moment, he heard you speak quietly, your voice still low, and he felt the hug around him relax slightly. He kept his hug around you, listening to you intently. As he listened to your words, he felt his own heart relax and break at the same time as he saw how vulnerable and fragile you felt at that moment.

"I'm honored that you trust me so much... I don't want you to be alone anymore... I always want to be by your side..."

"I love you Kenji Sato... I fall more and more in love with you every day that passes."

"I love you even more every day, my love... I love you more than I can describe..."

He gently pulled away from your arms and continued to lightly caress your cheek with one hand, gently running a thumb along the skin of your cheek, and watched you for a moment with a tender smile on his lips, seeing the smile on your face. After a moment, he gently moved forward with the smile on his lips and softly replied.

"Can I kiss you now, darling?" You laughed at him being a little shy and seeing him blush.

“Of course.” You said and grabbed his face to kiss him.

He smiled lightly again as he listened to your laugh and your small affirmation, relaxing into the soft grip of your hand against his cheek. After a moment, he let himself go with your movements, allowing you to pull him forward towards you so he could kiss you. His lips pressed softly against yours, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

After a moment, he brought a hand to your neck, holding your head firmly close to him as his lips pressed even more firmly against yours, gently caressing your neck with his thumbs as he did so, gently running his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. After a few more moments, he finally pulled away from you slightly, lips still dangerously close to yours with his eyes slightly lidded. He took your hip in his hands and moved you slightly so that you were on top of him under the sheets as he relaxed on the bed and held you close.

Kenji let you kiss his chest lightly, relaxing even more beneath you. “I love you… with every fiber of my being…” His tone had never sounded so sincere.

You smiled, hugging him and settling on top of him “I love you too my love…”

He responded to your smile by relaxing even more, and wrapped his arms around you even tighter, making sure you were as close to him as possible under the sheets.

After a moment, he stopped holding you and relaxed even more, placing a hand against your cheek and responding softly, with a small laugh.“It’s late… we should sleep…”

“You’re right" you said, kissing his chest. "Good night honey"

"Sleep well, darling… "

I'm so sorry for the delay! T~T university is killing me! But after Dec 14th i'll have more free time. Hope you enjoyed pookies, love u so much! 💖

[rmbunnie]

I'm reading A Lonely Place of Dying and Alfred latching immediately onto Tim is NASTY work. Tim shows up and is like "I never aimed to be Robin! I mean I did karate my whole life to emulate Robin and just so happen to have sought you out and grabbed this costume in my size out from that case and really you should be calling me Robin just for now and let me come with you as Robin but I never dreamed it would specifically be ME being Robin. You have a lovely house and home btw :) Now go back to being 10." And Dick's understandably like "No I am a grown man now who are you" and Bruce is not here for this one, but later on is like "You aren't Robin, you're some kid dressed up like my dead son." But Alfred?

IMMEDIATELY Alfred is implying Dick was trying to subtly ask Tim to be Robin (simply not true in in NTT 61, when the implication is made, although he changes his mind in Batman 442) and that Bruce should be grateful for this young man's profound bravery and immense natural skill and maybe show him a few pointers or something idk we'll see :) Like let's be clear, the idea that Tim didn't want to be Robin is simply not part of this story outside of like two lines of dialogue where he's like "oh I didn't consider it could be me!" after which he immediately goes "Wow so you ARE gonna let me be Robin right?" the second he sees the opportunity. The guy essentially makes himself Robin once Dick makes it clear he isn't gonna be. Dick tells Tim nobody should be at first (until he changes his mind) but is ignored because Tim doesn't get why and goes with what he understands, his own stance.

I'm of the opinion that the whole "Tim understands that being Robin is an arduous task full of suffering from the start and chooses to bravely yet sadly martyr himself for the cause" thing I see sometimes is strongly disproven, at least in the beginning of his Robin career, by his "Batman NEEDS a Robin (to love and care for and to watch out for him in return :) )" line of reasoning, his subsequent willingness for Anybody to be Robin whether or not it was him (unless he was consciously okay with other children suffering for his benefit which I find really hard to believe,) and his active glee at anything involving being Robin and persistent smiling pursuit of Doing So against Batman's strong disapproval, because he hasn't officially said no (he did several times, but you can't blame a kid for being excited.) Like, I think he said he never dreamed of being Robin just because having a kid come in begging to replace Batman's dead son because it was a personal aspiration would be extraordinarily rude and arrogant and they wanted people to like this one. He was NOT in any way adverse they just couldn't make him THAT presumptuous, and he is by nature of what he's doing already moderately so.

But say it was true, that Tim was actively opposed to being Robin? Alfred would be pushing this shit HARD onto this thirteen year old kid like what the fuck bro. And "From what Master Richard said, he follows your orders." is HEINOUS but let's not get into that.

[hotvintagepoll]

Donald O'Connor (Singin' in the Rain, Francis, Call Me Madam)— LOOK AT HIM. Those giant blue peepers. Those tappy tappy little feet that don't quit. The ears that stick out like little wings, ready to lift him up to goofy heaven. The way his face contorts into the strangest yet most endearing expressions. His ability to sing and dance alongside the hunk that is Gene Kelly and yet pull all attention away with his big-eyed buffoonery. The way his energy is unmatched in songs like "Make 'em laugh" - bouncing off the walls and tumbling through the air straight into my cold cold heart. Who else but a true scrungly lil guy would sit upon the witness stand and defend a talking mule with all the love and affection in the world - staring out into the court room with his bright wide eyes and eternally mouse-like expression, openly admitting that the mule is his best friend?!??! I see him and I want to pull him from the screen into my hand and just squiiiiiiiiiiiiish with all my might. I want to pinch his cheeks and have him bat those eyes at me. He just makes me go "eeehehehehehe" every time I see him and his silly little self. He is pure chaotic, ridiculous, scrungly perfection!

Rene Auberjonois (Brewster McCloud)—I feel like anyone who was in a Robert Altman movie should count as scrungly, and this guy was in many a Robert Altman movie.

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here. Reminder this is a poll about old films, not TV, and no TV based propaganda will be accepted.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Donald O'Connor:

My silliest little guy. My funnyman. My horsie. I have watched many a bad movie for this man. The scrungliest fact I know about him is that he was supposed to star as Danny Kaye's role in the iconic White Christmas (1954), as he had known Bing Crosby since he was a child, but couldn't because he caught a mule disease while working on those Francis the Talking Mule films Universal endlessly made him do. I wouldn't exactly recommend those movies, but Don's character getting psychologically tormented by a sardonic mule does make for quite a good movie night, if you know what you're getting into. Are You With It? is another one I don't exactly recommend, but it does open with Donald as a math genius actuary who is about to kill himself over a displaced decimal point before getting taken in by a traveling carny instead. His more well-known and beloved roles have plenty of scrungliness too, in my opinion. This man slapsticked so hard he wound up bedridden for his physical exertion! Rather than submitting Make 'Em Laugh, which the electorate has likely already seen (I hope), I'm submitting an underrated dance number of his, where he explains maths through tap dance. That movie is Not good, but god do I love him in that role.

I think it's arguably very scrungly to seemingly be a real life cartoon character made out of rubber, as proven by how slapsticky the list of scrunglies is so far. In which case, Donald O'Connor? He scrungles supremely. He even played Buster Keaton in a movie (that apparently can't be recommended, but still).

Rene Auberjonois:

[manic-sapphic]

catra season 4 - moments she couldn't fake it

and choosing to step out from behind the rubble after they were teleported onto prime's ship just in time to save glimmer's life. and buy time for the rest of etheria, too. i love that she walks over and stands beside glimmer, facing prime, who keeps his hand on glimmer's face the whole time catra's talking. you can tell she already knows this guy is reeeal bad news and is tryna think on her feet to convince him to back off for as long as she can.

i definitely think the whole move she made there was one of very intentional protection - at the time, i'd guess it was mostly cause glimmer was one of adora's best friends - and let's be real, she'd been regretting how much she hurt adora throughout most of season 4 and hating herself for it but tryna mask it and convince herself she'd feel better if she could just finally win.

but then when they were, she was still miserable. so, after feeling sick and tired of hurting adora for so long, she puts a pause on prime murdering glimmer right then and there, then likely turning to etheria to do what she later watches him doing on another planet through one of the windows of his flagship - blasting the whole place to bits until it would be left an uninhabited wasteland.

i don't think she had all her shit figured out yet, not even close, but she invited glimmer to end her life when she found her in the fright zone, her ability to deceive herself completely shattered and the reality of just how horribly she'd ruined her own life - the ripple effects of which hurt so many others as well, particularly adora, who DT just forced some painful truths about out from the depths of catra's mind, where she'd done her best to bury them.

she hadn't even had the time to fully process all of that before accidentally ending up aboard prime's ship w glimmer. she's not quite there yet, but you can tell her mind is on its way. she ends up bonding w glimmer cause that's her true nature, one she just doesn't have the willpower to keep suppressing anymore. even prime calls her out for having pity for her, but eventually i think she even grows to enjoy visiting her and sees why she and adora are friends, probably racked w guilt and regret thinking that if only she'd gone w adora, she could've been one of those friends too.

but knowing where she is and all the various circumstances of their situation, that chance is lost to her forever. but she realizes that doesn't mean it has to be lost for everybody else. so she saves glimmer, and by extension, not just everyone who's on their way to try and rescue her, but hopefully all of etheria and even the universe by keeping adora and the others away so they'll have the chance to try and take prime down.

she sacrifices herself saying it's just for adora, but i get the feeling she was also doing it for anyone and everyone who it might hopefully save, so desperate to do anything she could possibly manage, wanting so badly to do whatever she could to make up for trying to destroy everything with the portal and all the other harm she'd caused etheria. cause that was never really her or what she wanted, but she could never go back and change what she'd done or have what she wants, and she didn't feel like she deserved to anyway. so she chose to make her final act hers. what she really wanted for everyone. and yeah, especially adora.

[overnightheartbeats]

His smirk was distracting her in all the best ways, even more so when he bit on his bottom lip. He had to know the effect it has on her. "Hm, that is tempting.Do I get a hint of what the sneak peek is?" Just playing along, because she knew he had mentioned being tired. Chances were, they'd both be passed out within minutes. "You're right, she'll have time to adjust to having another baby in the house. Otherwise, she might not want to share her dad with another sibling. Juju and I were just saying that! I was sure she was going to have a boy, but baby girl surprised us. She's going to be the first girl in the family, and first grandchild for them too. They can't wait to meet her, it's a really exciting time for the Contreras family. I'm just really happy for Juju, to be surrounded by all that love." Laurel made a show out of listening to him, her head tilted to the side and nodding encouragingly as he spoke. As if she's never heard these things before. It amused her that he thought her introductions at work were sexy. "Borrowing, yes exactly. You gotta admit babe, I do rock your sweatshirts. They all live cozily in my closet, safe and sound."

"It'd be much appreciated, it would give me a chance to block the door. Though, then you'd be late for work, so maybe not." she added to his joke before planting a kiss to his cheek. "Hm, the most serious federal crime. Absolutely no touching."

At the mention of Juju's latest show, Laurel could only laugh before nodding in agreement. "Oh my goodness, you're right. I was thinking more baby number one and baby number two, like the characters from The Cat in the Hat. But, ten nameless babies does sound more like the Umbrella Academy. Let's not get ideas from there." But, now she was picturing mini red sweaters from the cat in the hat. Thing one and Thing two, adorable. "I think so too, next time we'll break our record for naming our baby. Even sleep deprived, you are insanely smart babe. Coming up with Rosebud was a genius moment."

Her hand rested on her stomach, his proud smile making her emotional beyond understanding. "Our tiniest cheerleader. Time is moving so fast, I'm ready...and yet, I'm not," she admitted. The thought of all the Phillips under one roof was intriguing to her. She had spent limited time with all of them in one place, but she hadn't had the chance to see Eli enjoy his family. That was enough to convince her that this was the right idea. "Is this how you're convincing me, with them taking the night shift? Because I'm in. I'll work extra hard to convince them to join us here," she teased with a wide smile. Her smile growing when he brought up the cabin in Chicago. "Wait, yes. Well, not this year for sure, but soon, we'll take her. Spending the holidays there with our girl sounds like a dream. Is the festival back already? But, yes, I'd love that. Maybe we get a headstart on our Christmas shopping." Not really, but there were always plenty of trinkets that she couldn't resist. She squeezed his hand, cozily leaning against his shoulder as they walked through the crowd. "True, but if your sisters can't get him to smile, then nothing will."

Isaac spotted his brother and Laurel walking towards them, and he just waved in their direction. Inez and Emma couldn't help their smiles upon seeing them, remnants of the fun they had earlier. "We're ready, yes! It was so much fun. You should've seen Isa's face, he looked like a deer in headlights." Isaac only rolled his eyes, "I was not, but yes we should go." Shortly after, Laurel mentioned the dinner plans they made earlier, which Emma clapped her hands at. More plans, more fun. For now, at least, it was time to head home and freshen up.

Eli smirked and chewed his bottom lip. "Tell you what, once we get home and after we say goodnight, we'll sneak peek one thing off our list," the list in question was the things they hadn't done in months. Sure, this time they'd have to get creative with her protruding belly but a challenge he knew they'd excel at. "I am too not gonna lie. At least it'll give us some time and her some time to see what it's like to have a sibling like best friend. I honestly can't believe we're all having girls first. I thought since Aaron had brothers that that track record would continue." His laughter rang out as he knew that would catch her attention. "First off, when you're out of the shower and you let your hair air dry but it starts getting curly," that sight always had him staring. There was something so sexy about her hair like that. "Then, it's when you introduce yourself at work. The sexiest one of all is truly when you steal, er...borrow my sweatshirts that you never give back."

He smiled as his lips were still close to her fingertips. "So you're saying you want me to walk slower like a snail? Would that be better?" Eli couldn't help but joke since if she asked he'd do anything she asked. "I'm not sure but wouldn't that be a federal crime if they touched?"

He cringed knowing how right she was. "Poor ten babies being nameless. They'd just be baby numbers at that point. Like what's that show juju was obsessed with, oh right, Umbrella Academy. Wasn't there a kid named Seven?" Just because he wasn't really watching didn't mean he hadn't paid attention when the girls took over the TV. "I don't know. We shall see after we get our first out. But I do think there's less pressure after the first since you're a little more confident. And that was on my sleep deprived self when I came up with Rosebud. Soon as we knew it was a girl that nickname just clicked."

"She's already on our side." The proud smile spread over his features as the thought of their girl became more of a reality. "I can't believe she'll come meet us in a little under 4 weeks. That's insane to me." The Phillips under one roof was insanity but in the same place that was a dream. "It will get chaotic but it'll be so much fun. We'd put them to work the night shift with Rosebud." Laurel brought up a good point. "You know what, that's a good point. We need to take her to the cabin in Chicago. I feel like you can't go anymore but maybe we can go to that indoor Christmas festival. Something to get us out of the house." He watched her get up and was ready to render aid as he got up after her. Taking her hand was the normal and interlocked it. "Hmm I don't know. I may say debatable if he's still thinking I hate him."

They moved through the crowds easily until they found his siblings. "You guys ready to go?"

[lurafita]

Going Commando

Izzy: "Ugh! This is so frustrating!"

Alec: "What?"

Izzy: "I'm want to know why not wearing underwear is called 'going commando', but the internet has about 8 different origins for it and none of them have a definitive verification."

Clary: "… Maybe it's more comfortable? For soldiers? I mean, it does stem from military usage, right?"

Izzy, turning to the guys: "So? Is it more comfortable, or does it just swing around down there and chafe more?"

Alec, Jace and Simon, red in the face and stuttering: "Y-y-you can't just ask stuff like that!"

Magnus: "Barring any strenuous activity, you don't really notice the swinging. It depends on what you are wearing, mostly. Tracksuits and other softer material pants are fine. Jeans can get a little chafy. And then there are some pants where you just don't want to have any underwear lines showing through. Like silk pants."

Alec: "… You are wearing silk pants right now."

Magnus, smirking: "I am."

[screwpinecaprice]

Just a silly guy, with silly silly thoughts.

@glowweek Day 2

Casual | Surprise

A casual surprise?😬😬😬

[moongothic]

We all know how a lot of Luffy's opponents have been in some ways premonitions of the type of person Luffy could end up as if something went wrong in his life. For example Moria is what Luffy could've become had he truly lost his entire crew at Sabaody if Kuma had not saved them

And we know Crocodile is what Luffy maybe could've become had Luffy given up on his dreams and become jaded after losing to him. But like, when you think about it, that's not the only dark reflection of Luffy in Crocodile, is it

'Cause Crocodile, despite employing people for Baroque Works, did not trust anyone around him and did not considder anyone to be anything else but an employee to him. And we know he had been planning on taking over Alabasta for like 14 years (at the very least), BW being a thing for only the past four (pre-timeskip)

So like. Did Crocodile spend the last 14 years alone

Like yes he had his workers at the Casino and Robin etc, so he was like, around people, he wasn't like Brook who was in Total Isolation. But on an emotional level, has he not spent the last 14 years all by himself, completely detached from anyone, unable to trust or rely on anyone else?

That is sad as fucking shit, holy hell

'Cause then you compare him to like Luffy and like

Our sweet baby boy was so afraid of being alone that Luffy literally went through hell just to gain Ace's approval despite Ace trying to signal to him he wasn't interested befriending him

And through out the whole series Luffy reiterates time and time again how he needs and wants his friends around because he literally can't live without them, both on a literal "he can't cook or navigate or have fun by himself" level but also on that emotional level

And Crocodile just. Spent 14 years of his life, if not longer, alone.

Sweet jesus what happened to this man

And that just makes me further wonder, what the absolute fuck were Crocodile's Rookie Pirate days like?? Like did he have a crew or was he just yolo'ing it by himself???

Like. Mihawk's never been on a crew as far as we know. Kuma was a Revolutionary, not a pirate, but he wasn't like alone still. Doflaming, Hancock, Jinbei and Moria however have/had crews of their own. So what was Crocodile's deal? Did he have a crew before? Was he a captain or was he on someone else's ship? (Although surely the Government wouldn't offer the position of a Shichibukai to a cabin boy or the first mate, right)

And if he did have a crew, the hell happened to them??

Like we know Crocodile got his ass kicked by Whitebeard, I just find it unlikely Whitebeard would've pulled a Kaidou on Crocodile's crew and slaughtered them, that's not a very Whitebeard-y thing do, right?? ...Unless Whitebeard was just different 20+ years ago and was willing to annihilate entire crews. We don't know. Or maybe Crocodile and his entire crew were like Turbo Rotten from the beginning and Whitebeard figured they deserved to get wiped out, much like how we saw Shanks wipe out Kid's crew at Elbaf. Or maybe Whitebeard saw no reason to have mercy on someone affiliated with the World Government.

That all said, if we wanted to assume Crocodile had somekind of trauma that lead to him viewing people not only as disposable but also untrustworthy, then maybe losing people dear to him like that wouldn't lead to that mindset. Like Moria witnessed his beloved crew die and that caused him to want to create a crew he couldn't die, so he wouldn't go through that emotional trauma again.

Which leaves me to wonder. If something caused him to lose his ability to (emotionally) trust people, and if Whitebeard broke his dreams... Maybe Crocodile had a crew. And maybe they abandoned him when he lost to Whitebeard. Figuring they didn't need a weak captain who was probably going to bleed to death anyways. Or maybe the crew tried to take his head (after Whitebeard kicked his ass), after all, he was already a Shichibukai, anybody who took Crocodile's head could maybe attempt to take that title for themselves if the Government allowed it, and if not, at least gain more fame for themselves.

Either of these scenarios would certainly result in you losing your ability to rely on others. And leave you willing to spend the rest of your life alone. Who would have in them to go through that again.

Or maybe he came out of the womb unable to trust people and he was just yolo'ing it by himself like Mihawk right from the begining, who knows

Regardless I'm just

[peppermintack]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[patrickztump]

love is stored in the stumpy funky

stumpy – 2024

i actually made this before the ybc stumpies, they were just an after product, but i couldn't share him until i got my hands on another little funky guy so i could make him A Thing.