#it's like whoa...a week already??? insane

[snixx]

if I have one service to society it is to put rina on your dashes every tuesday. you're all welcome:)

[cjlouwho]

If you’re still taking prompts: bucktommy + jealous Tommy

This gets a little explicit for a hot second, so hope that's okay!

This was a new feeling for Tommy. He wasn't sure if he liked it.

He'd been jealous before, sure. Plenty of times! Jealous of the things other people had, the things he wanted to have. Jealous of the people who weren't afraid to be their authentic selves. Jealous of people who had healthy families, or found families.

Maybe envious was the better word for those times.

But this... this was jealousy.

Because Buck was on the other side of the park, holding Jee's hand, talking to another man for a good five minutes now. He was being so expressive too. His free hand moving about as he chatted this other man up.

And the other man was gorgeous. A damn model, probably. A damn model who could eat all the carbs he wanted and not work out and still look like that. At least, that's what Tommy decided as he watched.

He straightened his posture, crossing his leg and holding onto his ankle with his hand.

It was dumb. He had no reason to be jealous. What he and Buck had was solid. The most solid thing Tommy had ever had in his life.

But now gorgeous model man took a step closer and who the hell even needs to be that close to talk? The park wasn't even crowded. Absolutely ridiculous.

He should go over there.

But also going over would be insane.

However, Jee was probably bored and wanted to go play and here was Buck and model man just yapping away.

Still, Tommy stayed on the bench. Watched as Jee tapped Buck's leg, asked him something, then ran off to the swings.

Tommy rolled his eyes. He knew it! Knew Jee wanted to play instead of stand and listen to two beautiful human beings have a boring, lame, stupid conversation.

The problem was now that both of Buck's hands were free, and he was so damn expressive with his hands, flailing his fingers around as he spoke and smiled and laughed.

A part of Tommy wondered what this obviously AI generated man would say if he went up to him and told him how those fingers were inside him last night. Three of them, to be exact. Slowly working him open, making him moan and beg and plead for more.

How Buck then used those hands to grip Tommy's waist as he fucked him so hard he swore he saw stars. How he whimpered and told Buck to keep going, “God, Evan, don't stop,” even after he came. How Buck came in him, groaning as he bit down on Tommy's earlobe, then worked his way down Tommy's body and licked the cum out of him.

Tommy's eyes widened as he came back to reality. This was very much not the time or the place for those kinds of thoughts.

He cleared his throat, glanced over to make sure Jee was alright. She had already left the swings, opting for the seesaw with another little girl.

His eyes moved back to Buck just in time for Buck to turn to him, pointing towards him and smiling brightly.

Tommy smiled back, did a little wave to look polite while he called model man a "boyfriend stealing dickwad" in his head.

Model man smiled, patted Buck's shoulder- asshole- and walked off.

Buck called out to Jee as he headed over to Tommy. “Whoa, you're going so high!” he said as she giggled on the seesaw. “I'll be over in a minute.”

He sat beside Tommy, took his hand. “He was in a car accident a couple weeks ago with his wife, by the way. He remembered me.”

Tommy eyed him. Noted the smirk on his face. “Shut up,” he muttered.

Buck snorted out a laugh. “You don't hide your jealousy face very well, babe.”

Tommy groaned. He felt embarrassed now. “I'm sorry,” he said, squeezing Buck's hand. “You just look really good today, and he kept talking to you, and he...”

“Looks like he walked directly off the stage of a Chippendales show?”

“Exactly!” Tommy exclaimed, thrilled that Buck understood. “Anyway, sorry.”

“Don't be. It's hot.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“To know my boyfriend likes me enough to glare daggers into a random man's eyes until said man asks if I'm being stalked? Yeah. Hot.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Oh God.”

Buck smiled. “I'm gonna head over to Jee. Now, there is a woman over there that I, uh, I see here occasionally. She may talk to me, but I swear I won't leave you for her.”

Tommy looked across the park to see a woman in her late 70's minding her business and working on some knitting project.

“I don't know,” Tommy said, shaking his head. “Looks like she could make a mean scarf.”

Buck wiggled his eyebrows as he got up. “Oh, she does.”

Tommy shook his head, then paused. “Wait!” he called out. “She's made you a scarf?!”

[yeonbinwyd]

a place to sit

pairing: subfem!reader x softdom! Beomgyu

synopsis: you’re looking for a new place to live and your brothers friend had a spare room at his place. he’s always had a crush on you but now he gets to live with you. What more can he dream of?

genre (w/tags): smut, (minors dni), kinky sex, body exploration, masturbation, protected sex, explicit language

Word count: 1354

“Thanks again for letting her stay” your brother thanks Beomgyu as helps you with the last of your boxes.

“No problem bro. I got you.” He dabs up your brother with a back pat. You’re already inside unpacking your things. You were thankful you had a place to stay for the upcoming semester but it had to be with him? The two of you barely get along. Beomgyu always has a witty comment or two. Maybe even a joke here and there. It drove you nuts so for him to let you stay with him was a bit of a shocker. Honestly who are you to turn down free housing?

Beomgyu walks up to your door, leaning against the frame. He crosses his arm and shakes his head.

“It looks like you’re stuck with me” he chuckles.

“Not a chance. I’ll find another spot soon it’s just temporary” you bite back. He purses his lips.

“You really think you’ll find a place? The semester starts in a week.” He rubs in. You stay silent. “That’s what I thought.” He chimes as he steps closer to you, looking down at you while shaking his head with a smirk. You instinctively shove him forwards. He keeps his snicking smile, while leaving your room. Whoa he looked really good looking at you like that. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit attracted to him Beomgyu was a cute guy and he knew that. The last thing you needed was to let him know you thought so too.

After you finish unpacking, you change into something more comfortable, and head into the kitchen. He was in the living room, just playing his game. You join him, taking a seat. He glances at you with the corner of his eye. Beomgyu was a bit distracted by what you were wearing. It was just a short pj set. Your legs exposed to the point where you could see your panties. Your shirt was a bit seen thru too, with your nipples poking through. He swallows hard and turns his attention to his game. Suddenly he smells the candle you lit. It fills the room evoking a pleasant feeling throughout his body. It automatically makes him think of you. How sweet you must taste. He can feel himself getting hard at the thought of getting a glimpse of your cunt. He tried one last time to divert his attention to his game but he sees movement. Beomgyu looks over to see you applying a moisturizing lip mask, making your lips soft and kissable. He’s at his limit. He stands up quickly to avoid you seeing anything, then dashes out of sight. You shrug and turn off his game.

“This might be more difficult than I thought.”

Beomgyu takes a glance down at his pants to see a raging hard on. He made a promise to your brother to look out for you but he’s as much trouble as the guys that go after you.

“Maybe I can rub one out really fast” he thinks to himself. He shuts his door and without thinking starts to jerk off his hard on. He squeezes around the tip nice and snug. Beomgyu lets out a low groan in satisfaction. He rapidly jerks himself off to the thought of you. Just being able to touch you, hearing you beg for more, he was going insane. He came quickly and quietly as he heard your footsteps coming closer.

“Hey you ok?” you ask outside the door. He had been gone for a minute, so your curiosity got the best of you. You heard everything on the other side of the door. He may have tried to be quiet but it didn’t work with those thin walls.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He manages to reply. Beomgyu gets himself together then opens the door to find you standing behind it. The two of you lock eyes, Beomgyu swallows hard again.

“You know if you were into me, you should have just said so” you tell him with great pride as you turn from him. Hearing that he sighs in relief then gives you a hug from behind.

“You can’t tell your brother” he warns.

“What if I want you too?” You confess. He furrows his brow in confusion at first then he looks at you with the same smirk as before.

“You wore this on purpose?” Beomgyu calmly asks. You shrug your shoulders neither agreeing or disagreeing. He doesn’t waste any time and attacks your neck. Still behind you, he cups your chest, fondling your nipples. You gasped, caught off guard by his sudden movements. You get adjusted at the glorious feeling and rest your hand on the back of his neck to give him more access. He accepts, placing kisses down your neck to your breasts cupping them in the process. Now in front, he travels down even further to take a peek at what he’s been dreaming of.

“Can you do me a favor? He asks. You nod in agreement. “Can you sit on my face?” He asked with confidence. He wants to see you in full view without any breaks. You agree and without wasting any more time, he pulls you to his bed. Beomgyu lies down flat, waiting for you to take a seat. You pull off what you were wearing, then position yourself over his face. You gently lower yourself but he locks his arms around your thighs, forcing you to come down aggressively. He immediately moans inside you, giving you vibrations throughout your body. His tongue starts by making circles around your clit. His grip was strong, so strong there wasn’t much space to break free. You already feel the build up. As he keeps going, his tongue now is darting inside your pussy while cupping your ass checks. Beomgyu is licking up and down your walls while burying his face in you. He’s drunk off of you and can’t get enough. He lifts you up for a moment for air and he gets back in there. You spot a condom on his side table and reach for it. Beomgyu catches on and helps you lean to over the grab it, still holding on you tight. You grab it, tearing it open. You can see he’s fully erect and ready for the plunge. You help him with his sweats, releasing him and position the condom on his member. He growls at just your slight touch and starts to feel the condom in place. Beomgyu lets you go and helps you move forward to go on top. This time you were in control, you slide down slowly, taking him in. He covers his mouth as an unbearable whine was released from his lips. He had finally felt all of you. It was better than he had imagined. You thrusted forward and back for him, making him see stars. He was overwhelmed but the pleasure he was feeling was phenomenal. Beomgyu got it together, wanting to make you feel good too, he pulled you back to rest on him and began stroking up. You started to whine in his ear. It was giving his power. He speed started to pick up.

“Please Beomgyu” you begged. Hearing you cry his name like his dreams made him want to finish right there. He pulls out and helps you forward so he can fuck you from behind. He grabs a fist full of hair while reentering. Your back arches. At this point, you both don’t care at the amount of noise you were making. The sounds of sex filled the room and you both loved it.

“Say my name again baby” he demands.

“Beomgyu fuck me please” you manage to obey.

“Oh god I’m so close.” He moans.

“Me too Don’t stop” you demand in return. The slaps pick up, deeper and deeper. He pulls your hair back, forcing you to sit up. You both finishing. Beomgyu lets you go while pulling out. You grip your neck, shocked at how wild he was.

“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” He asked concerns

“No I loved it.”

[penelope-potter]

Your Scent~

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor X Fem! Owl Hybrid! Reader

Summary: Alastor and you became good friends, which was changed later when he discovered how much he liked your scent~

Warnings: Smut (Oh gosh I can't write this, this won't go well)

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It was the day you started to try out Angel's different kinds of perfumes as your good friend Alastor started to act weird. Angel and you were friends too- but the kind of friendship neither of you have a crush on another. However- you sat once again in Angel's room and chatted about everything that came into your mind. Today he came up with the topic of past live story's. "You know I loved the perfumes these days. They smelled actually nice, rather than the shit Val force me to put on..." He holds up a pink bottle and smiled. "But this baby here is my favorite." He unscrew the cap and holds the pipette right in front of your face. You sniffed on it and smiled. "Hey this smells good! It's giving me nostalgic vibes." "Very funny!" "No really, I can totally imagine yourself dressing up like a bad bitch running down the old streets with your partner in crime. How romantic." You blinked and laughed as he pushed your elbow. "Come on, try it on you'll smell like a snack with this on!" He said and came closer, you bend backwards. "Whoa wait, why should I smell like a 'snack' again?" He rolled his eyes playfully. "Well I don't know maybe because your tall hotty will start to fall for you then?" He wiggle his eyebrows at you and you laughed it off. "Oh yes totally. I already see him drooling all over me just because I tried on one of your perfumes!" You joked and shook your head. "You won't regret it. A good scent can stuck into someone's memory, even in his." He dripped a few drops from the liquid on your neck and rubbed it into the right places. It smelled really nice. Like berry, leather and vanilla. Everything was fine until you started to wear it a week long. Angel's curiosity if the demon would actually hit on you was shattered in pieces then, because he only seemed irritated most of the time you cross paths with him. He looked after you with an itch in his eyebrow but never said anything.

It confused him more than he would ever admit. The perfume you wore smelled much too sweet for his opinion, and it ruined your whole appearance. He asked himself why he was fretting about something so mundane and unimportant, and tried to ignore it. But it got worse when you started to pick another scent today. You were walking down the kitchen, not even fully awake yawning when he smelled it between the coffee and eggs. The scent of lemon and cherry's. The static of his presence got so loud you had to cover your ears. "Alastor? Is everything alright?" You asked him suddenly, and he stopped in his movement to lead the cup to his mouth. "Of course. Why not?" He said, his expression annoyed. "Your static sounds a bit more...angrier today." You sad, placing your elbows on the kitchen table and smiled at him. Your hair stood up in all directions and your eyes were still a bit groggy. A pathetic view of you. No it was not, he actually liked the view of you in this way. He only realized it now that he liked your hair when he touches it, and how soft it feels. He also likes the warmth of your body when he lays and hand on your back. And he also realize that he likes your smell the most. Your natural scent which would made him go wild to just smell it once more. It was far more intense and much more suiting for you than that pathetic excuse for a 'perfume'. He couldn't understand why you put such colognes on yourself, when your scent already was enough to drive him insane.

"You smell different." He said, shocked about himself that the words just slipped out of him. He turned around as you started at him with wide eyes. "Uhm...yes. It's Angel's perfumes. I tried them on." You answered, he fiddling with his cup, which was long empty. "Hmm I personally don't like the idea of you putting on pathetic, much too sweet liquids on you dear..." He turned around and bends down on you so you pushed away as your nose almost touched his. "So you don't like it?" You asked, your heart hammering against your rip cage. “Darling your smell alone could make any guy tripping over his feet to be close to you.” The heat rushed into your cheeks. "Uhm... I didn't know you liked my scent so much..." You could only say, his smile more thin and his eyes itched. "Oh I didn’t knew it either up until now.” You smiled shyly. "Is that so?" You scratched the back of your hands, your wings flutter in excitement. "Maybe I should wash the perfume off then." You laughed as you still could feel his gaze resting on you.

"Oh dearest I would be more than happy to help you with that..." You looked at him as his smile grew more of lust and admiration. It took the courage of a lifetime to give him the answer you gave him. "Good then. Let's go." You stood up a bit too fast as he catches your chair from crashing on the floor, his body near to yours. "Good manners darling." He gently took your hand and leaded you with him. Your heart dizzy you could only feel him in the moment. He doesn't lead you into your room but in his instead and closed the door behind him. It was the second the door fell into place as your mind was set back in reality. What the fuck did you think you were doing?! "You- you don't have to actually help me you know... I just-" "Hm-hm." He raised his finger and came closer to you, titling your chin upwards. "Why not letting it happen and talk afterwards? Because right now darling, I'm ravenous for you..." You closed your mouth again and just nodded. You would have never expected that this will lead so far, but you seemed to not care at all. He was right you can talk later about it, because right now it felt so good as he helped undressing you, the air hitched cold on your skin. You were only in your underwear now as he came so close to you that your bodies touched as he took off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. His hands slowly finding their way to your back and your bra which he carefully unlocked and you slightly jumped by the sudden touch of his sharp claws. He was a bit unexperimented with his movements but it calmed your nerves to know this was nerve wrecking for him too. You could feel his hands shaking as you stopped him from going further away from you. "You will get wet when you'll help me..." You said and pulled on his bow tie exposing his neck. "Easy dear...I'm sure the image of my body will terrify you..." He said, holding your hand to stop the movement. "It won't. You know...I'm sure a woman would also be lost for air seeing such a body." You smiled slightly waiting for his respond of using his own words against him. He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself. "I guess I'll have to play a part in this too don't I?" "Yes you do." You let your hand wander over his chest to his buttons. "Don't say I didn't warned you." "Oh don't be so silly. Since when do you feel so self conscious? Not because of me." He laughed. "As if you're not worth starting wars for..." You stopped and looked at him shocked, he did the same. The words were slipping out of him more than usual, and it made him nervous. "Wow...no one ever said something like this to me." You smiled and unbuttoned the last button of his shirt and his fluffy chest came into your view. "What a pity to not being able to see what a beauty you are. Not only for you personality but also for your appearance..." You chuckled and raised your hand. "May I?"

His mouth closed smile gotten wider. "Oh how rude from me, I didn't asked you earlier. I guess you don't have to ask me too then." You smiled and were careful. You two were now almost completely undressed, and his body made you more nervous than the fact that you're basically also exposed too. His slender waist and the deep scars forming a pattern like tiger stripes around his chest and hips. His little deer tail looked so fluffy it was a scandal he hides it. "Like I said. Drop-Dead Gorgeous." You said smiling. He laughed. Genuine. "God you are too sweet for me. I'm afraid of not controlling myself after washing this...stuff away from you dearest." He said close to your ear as you shivered.

He was leading you into the shower he made with a simple snap running. The water was warm as you stood underneath it, his coat long slipped over your shoulders as he hold you close to him. You tried your best to keep your eyes where they should be as you admired his wet appearance. The soap he used smelled like lemon and ginger. It was not too sharp but it let you realize that this was how he smelled all the time. You smiled as you stood with your back facing him and enjoyed the caressing as he stopped for a moment. Suddenly you felt his hands wrapping around your torso and you slightly jumped as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "And? Better?" You asked smiling. "Much better." He sung. "I guess now I'll be rather smelling like you." "In this case everyone will know that you belong withme…" You smiled. “So, this was all a plan huh?” You joked as he turned you around to look at you, the water dripping from his ears on his shoulders. “Oh if this would have been planned darling, I would have done it much sooner. But I guess I only realized it now.” “What?” You asked him as he bend down, his mouth close to your ear. “That I would kill for calling you mine.” His voice brought shivers down your core as you placed a hand on his cheek. “In this case- you don’t need to kill someone. I accept the offer.” He took your hand and pulled you closer with the other. “Is this just your mind playing tricks on you or a you serious dear? Don’t play with me please.” Your smile dropped slightly. “I would never play with you Alastor. I hope you don’t change your mind either.” “Never.” He sung. You raised an eyebrow. “Show me that you mean it then.” He looked at you a moment before his teeth showing smile made you nervous. “Darling did I not showed you already? I would have never exposed myself like this with some mindless toy…”

You scanned his features and smiled. “You are a mystery Al. Never know what to expect from you.” He raised his hand and held your chin to lift it a bit. “So tricky. I like that.” He said chuckling. “I guess I’ll have to show you otherwise.” He kissed you out of nowhere and his hands trailed over your back. You wrapped your arms around his torso too as you could feel his nails tracing down your hips. The kiss deepens as you could feel he getting braver with each second as he carefully let his hands hover over your ass as you smiled against his lips and pulled his hands on it. He jumped a bit and stopped to look at you. “Got so brave, what’s wrong?” You asked innocent and he actually looked like a mess. You even got to hint a slight blush across his features, and finds it adorable. He said nothing and just pushed you against the wall while the water kept hitting you both on the head and continued to kiss your neck. You gripped his hair stronger as his hands wanders over your body until his hands find their way to your sides. His left hand trails over your rips as you could feel them on your breast. You gasped against his mouth as he growls and his grip tightens around both of them now. His body pressed against you as you could feel his lower part tickling yours. “We should not be doing this…” You said breathless and he leaned his forehead against yours. “Oh we should not be doing so many things darling but since we’re already in hell I guess this is what we are supposed to do…” He chuckled and you smiled. “Yeah you’re probably right.” You let your own claws trail over his back until you found his deer tail which you slowly gripped. He jumped a little for you to notice and his eyes grew wide, his smile thin. “Don’t go too far dearest. I might not be able to control myself. I already told you...” “Yes and I told you to go ahead. I can handle it you know?” You grinned and he took a moment to admire your beauty. You pushed a strand of hair out of your face, your claws sharp and long. He wanted to feel those on his back, or your soft breasts in his hands. It was strange really, he never craved such nasty things, and yet here he is- in the shower with the only woman in all of his life that he wants to do all the things he ever heard what others were doing. Suddenly he can understand the lustful things they said, because right now he was more ready than before. You smiled widely, your sharp teeths showing. “What do you wanna do now buck?” He blinked a few times, as he looked into your lidded eyes and grabbed you at your hips again, pushing you against him. “Why don’t we bring this to something more exciting and do the talking later, songbird?” “Great idea.” You sung as he pressed his lips against yours once again and lifted you up. You spread your legs to hold on to his slender waist as you took his sharp featured face in your hands again. You could feel how hot you got and how he’s gotten too. His fur was silky and the scent of him drove you insane. You started to bite his lower lip as he let go of you to trade little bites on your shoulder. You gripped his own shoulders so hard you had to control yourself to not hurt him. He wouldn’t matter though,

because right now you were are all he could think of. You warmth, your scent. Between the soap of his own he could still smell it. The scent he never thought could make him so out of place once it was gone. “You taste so good, darling.~” He said and he meant it. Your lips tasted like the flowers in front of his house in his past life before. Or the sweet smell of when he came home and only his mother and him were there. You taste better than his first taste on human flesh and you thrilled him more than his first crime. You were able to consume him in ways he would have laughed it off if someone had told him this morning. “And you smell so fucking good.” You said and rolled your hips against his length as you could feel how it affected him. His claws dig deeper in your ass as he brought you into position, his cock rubbing at your cunt. You slid your hand at his hard cock and smiled as he groans. “You are so hot right now.” You said in a way to encourage him because his eyes told more than his stiffened smile. He was not used to this, and you would have never thought that he would do such sinfull things with you. Since it’s his first, you wanted to make sure he feels nice. You were glad you two were in the shower, because it makes things easier. You smiled as he looked at you, his cheeks flushed in a beautiful reddish color and his pupils delighted, as he looked at you lips. “Shit… I want you dearest I can’t help myself-” “Then don’t fight against it. It’s just me remember?” You winked and started rubbing his hard cock in slow motions as he let go of another moan. He grabbed you again and started to bite your neck as he pushed your hands high above you, holding you trapped between him and the wall. His chest was pressed against your breasts and his cock tickled your cunt. “As I said before sweetest. You are worth starting wars for.” He hitched close to your ear. You could feel how his hand find it’s way to your cunt once again as he thrusts two of his fingers inside it. You groaned and digged your nails in his neck. “You like that hmm?” He sung as you rolled your hips to release the feeling which was bubbling up your stomach. But he doesn’t let you enjoy it for too long because he stopped and pulled out, only for thrusting his cock into you. You moaned and helped him with a last push as you could feel him shudder. You smiled as you hitched as his hands were all over you while rolling his hips in a steady tempo. You could hear him moan and he hitched as you pulled his hair while you let your head fall back as he licked your neck. “Faster.” You let off breathless as he grabbed your ass again and lift you up to press you against the cold wall behind you. “Giving orders now naughty girl?” He said breathless. “Just guiding you, sweetheart.” You whisper as he continued to thrust into you faster and kissed you deep. He tasted like coffee and mint and the smell of him is driving you insane as you almost reached your climax. He let go of your mouth as you looked into two now black eyes. His antlers grew third the seize but his smile was still the same.

“Who’s naughty now? Are we a little exited buck?” You teased and grabbed his black antlers to hold on to as he keep pushing inside you, his head now in your direction as you looked at each other while you moaned and he does the same. You reached your climax almost the same time as him and let go of his antlers slowly. You two gasped for air as he laughed and let his head fall against your shoulder. “Enjoyed it?” You said, smiling too. Your heart pondered in your chest and he was still shivering as a result of the excitation. “Very much dearest.” He came up again, his eyes now his normal red and his antlers the right size. He cupped your cheek and smiled softly. “This was kind of thrilling. I never experienced something like this before.” You smiled. “I know. Therefore I’m honored I could be your first. Glad you liked it.” You laughed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. He laughed back like two teenagers as he trailed his nails over your scalp. “I hope I didn’t made a fool of myself…” “No, no It was great.” You let your gaze wander up and down on him. He catches you trailing your nails over his back in a soothing motion. “Well then…” He cleared his throat awkwardly while trying so hard to not look on your lips as you grinned. “...I think we should dry us up.” “Good idea.” You looked up at him, waiting for his reaction. “What, lost your tongue?” You teased, his eyebrow twitched. “Teasing thing you are-” You laughed and turned around as he stopped and kissed you one more time, his tongue exploring your mouth once again but slower this time. He snapped as you let go of each other and a towel appeared around your bodies. Your hair was dry and also your feathers, just like his. “Thank you, Buck.” “My pleasure, little songbird.”

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oh my gosh i did it, this was so weird to write it for the first time and I hope I don't fucking blame myself here right now... QwQ

[peppermintmagicianlynn]

TimBer Week 2024: Most Eligible Bachelor

TimBer Week 2024 Day #3: Most Eligible Bachelor/Man of the Year

Quick Confession: I added this prompt to the wheel because it sounded funny, but I didn't do that much research before It ended up chosen. So...there's a high chance I don't understand the MEB process that well. Please forgive me.

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Within the United States, there was an extraordinary amount of magazines targeting citizens between Late-Teens and Old Fogies. Of those, more than half ran various popularity contests about their readerships. Simple deductions said that if there was overlap in their audience, then the lists of candidates would have a lot of similar names for certain categories.

Yet Tim was left fully stunned at the data table put before, proclaiming that Timothy Drake-Wayne was on a list for this year’s Most Eligible Bachelor across fifteen magazines! Even Bruce only appeared on six lists at once when he was Tim’s age…and Tim was not going to think of why that number had increased so much following the adoption of Dick Grayson. This was just insane!

“It’s perfectly logical,” Lucius Fox declared, scrolling the tablet screen to show Tim the next graph. “Your public presence has been on the rise since you became a legal adult. Your work for company advancement and creation of new public programs has increased our stock tremendously over the years, which also reflects well on you. Altogether, you have created a positive image of a hardworking, successful young man. The usual candidates for this award.”

“And because you’ll never admit it to yourself, I’ll point out that you’re also a very handsome young man.” Tiffany flipped through the sample magazines she’d brought to the meeting and laid it open on the desk to show the article that announced his candidacy. By her actions, the photos of him at the ribbon-cutting event last month were supposed to support her theory. He only saw how Bernard’s haircut for the event really flattered him. “Admittedly, your numbers did take a slight dip a few years ago when you brought Bernard as your date for the first time, but they’ve made a steep climb since then. It’s actually remarkable.”

“You should be proud,” Tam said, smiling at Tim despite the dry look he gave. In fact, that just made her smile grow.

“In any case, the outcome of this might be good for us, so I’d call this a positive development.” Tim had already known Lucius Fox had a surprising sense of humor - the framed article about the Wayne-Fox engagement was still hanging on the office wall - but it was still amazing that he could say those words with a straight face. Tim should have taken public speaking lessons from him instead of his childhood tutors.

Neither Tam nor Tiffany were as contained as their father. They only lasted until the meeting was declared over and the eldest Fox left, mentioning they could all take lunch now. The minute the door closed behind him, the sisters burst into laughter. Tim missed when Tam would be as awkward about situations like this as he would.

The reopening of the door cut their laughter short, all three of them straightening into professional stances in case it was someone important.

And it was, just not in a corporate sense.

“Um, did I come in at a bad time?” Bernard asked, shutting the door behind him and hefting the thermal bag in his hand that contained food for their lunch date. “Lucius said I could come right in, but if you’re busy…”

“No way,” Tim said, jumping over his desk to meet his boyfriend in the middle of the room. They shared a brief kiss before Tim took the lunch bag and sat it beside of his desk, barely containing his excitement over what Bernard might have brought. The blond took the chair Lucius had vacated and greeted the Fox sisters who were sharing the couch. They should have already been heading out to their own lunch hour and Tim almost asked if they’d rather hide out and eat in the office together. He could order more food…

“Whoa, what is this?”

Crap, he forgot about the magazine!

“Oh my god, Tim!” Bernard exclaimed, picking up the gossip rag that was still on the incriminating page. “You’re going to be Bachelor of the Year?!”

Tim sighed. “Most Eligible Bachelor and no, that’s not guaranteed. I’m up against a lot of people. Including Bruce, for fuck’s sake.”

“Hasn’t he won this thing since, like, the eighties?” Bernard flipped through the other candidate articles. “I love how all these guys have on suits and sailing outfits, but they have a picture of you with your skateboard and Java-Kart cup. Really sells you as the Modern-Success guy.”

That prompted more giggles from the Fox ladies and Tim flicked his boyfriend on the forehead, stealing the magazine so he could throw it right into the trash can. “This is all bullshit. Why would I be the Most Eligible Bachelor? How was I even nominated?”

Bernard shrugged. “Maybe it’s because you were the youngest CEO in Gotham history, connected to two of its oldest families, son of the current richest man in the city, and are a youth culture bicon.” He smirked at how red Tim’s face turned after that last part. “Just a guess.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Tim said again, sitting on the edge of his desk right in front of Bernard. He propped his feet up on the seat edge between Bernard’s knees and fought back a smile when his boyfriend squeezed his ankles. “My name is on a magazine popularity contest against Bruce. It’s like a bad sitcom waiting to happen.”

“Oliver Queen was also in there,” Tam pipped in, pretending she wanted to be helpful instead of just wanting to see the vein in his forehead popping out. She could get away with a lot given she had access to 70% of his Red Robin resources and controlled his workplace coffee limits.

“I don’t even want to think of what my siblings are going to say about this,” Tim gestured to the trashcan, wishing he had a match to throw in. “I can mute the BatFam and Young Justice group chats, but Barbara can remotely turn them back on if she wants to make me suffer.”

“I thought you made a firewall to keep her out?”

“That’s for emergencies and I don’t want her to know that.”

Tam snorted. “This is why siblings are the worst.” She said this while leaning all of her weight against her own sister’s shoulder. Tiffany pushed back into the couch to let the younger woman flop across her lap.

“It’s only worthwhile to tease you because of your reactions,” Tiffany pointed out, patting Tam on the forehead before turning her eyes to Tim. “You act so embarrassed about things like this that it’s too funny not to poke the bear.”

Tim opened his mouth to protest, but Bernard tugging at his pants leg brought his attention to the other boy. Tim looked down at his boyfriend who was now wearing a giddy smile, eyes dancing with sudden excitement that screamed ‘incoming bad idea’. “What?”

“You could lean into it.”

Tim tucked a loose strand of hair out of Bernard’s face while giving him confused eyes.

“Well, you can’t change that you were nominated, and you definitely can’t stop your siblings from finding out. But you could change the way you outwardly react to it.”

“And what do you suggest, exactly?”

“You act like a man who was nominated for the most famous sex-icon award of the year!” Bernard threw out his arms as if to signify all that that implied. “Just getting on that list is a sign of your amazing qualities and overall hotness.”

Tim’s face flashed red-hot while Tam clarified, “He’s on fifteen of them!”

“Damn,” Bernard’s eyes widened before he narrowed them in playfully seduction. “I guess I’d better step up my game, then. Gotta make sure I don’t look like a slob against the hottest man in Gotham City.” He made a move to slide his chair back. Tim hooked his feet under the seat to pull him closer.

“You know, he does make a valid point,” Tiffany declared, pushing Tam up from her lap. “If you acted as if you enjoyed this nomination, you wouldn’t be mocked so hard by your friends and family.”

“Plus it would be funny,” Tam pointed out. “Very very funny.”

Tim was skeptical of that idea. He was not a person who liked a lot of attention, especially from strangers or in the way this particular award would suggest. Yes, he had done a few interviews with a lot of youth and LGBTQIA+, but he still didn’t see what it was about him that read “sex icon”. Only one person was allowed to think of him that way and make it feel flattering.

“And think of this,” Bernard continued when he saw Tim’s hesitation “if you act like an egotistical rich boy, you not only ruin their fun to tease you but you also get to drive them up the wall instead.”

Now that made him reconsider. Tim pictured himself stepping into Wayne Manor wearing a full tuxedo in broad daylight, dripping with gaudy jewels and swagger, putting on his socialite persona that he only used for parties.

If he unleashed all of that on his siblings, they would hate him.

Deeply-engraved gremlin energy rush through his veins like the greatest endorphins when he thought of the disgusted looks Jason and Stephanie would wear. He could just hear Dick’s exasperated sighs or Damian’s aggravated tongue-clicks. Bernard laughed at the glee in his expression and offered to create a storm of memes he could spread through social media where the Waynes would see them. Tam joined in, willing to order a stupidly ostentation rental car that he could drive to the manor after work. They were both enablers and fantastic partners in crime.

Tiffany rose from the couch, deciding this was her cue to run. “I’ll leave you kids to your plotting,” she said, straightening out the wrinkles in her suit pants as she headed for the door. “Just be sure to run anything you’re planning through the PR department so you don’t accidentally tank the company stocks.”

She said that like the company hadn’t survived all of Brucie Wayne’s antics or the various social events his children had upended.

“And personally, Tim, I think you should feel a least a little glad that you were nominated this year. Everyone in Gotham knows you won’t be eligible for this award for that much longer.”

The raven-haired boy looked over Bernard’s head to send her confused eyebrows. “Why do you say that?”

She gestured to the desk behind him. He peeked over and was immediately greeted with the three different framed photos he had of Bernard. Ah.

Siblings really were the worst, even if they weren’t your siblings.

-

Tiffany closed the door behind her, the soundproof wood cutting off Bernard’s giggling and Tam’s voice telling their CEO that he should work on his poker face before their operation began. In the silence of the hall, Tiffany considered Tim’s reaction for a moment, then sent a text to the accountant in charge of the officewide betting pools. She’d change her bet and put it on the proposal happening before Bernard graduates.

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You can decide for yourself if Tim actually won that award or not. Or the shock poor Bruce made when he saw his forever-17 son in the running with him.

[eden-writes-stuff]

Christmas 1977

Tags: wolfstar, jegulus, marylily, bets, Christmas at the Potter's

It was probably the last Christmas they were going to spend together like this, so James was more than happy that they could manage to gather everyone.

Sirus and Regulus already lived with them anyway and Remus and Peter visiting was also mandatory. Of course, they had invited the girls. Mary and Lily - a happy couple since August - appeared on their door right before Dinner on the 24th, quickly followed by Marlene.

Euphemia loved having guests over. Especially James' friends. Although times were dark and a war could be declared any minute, James had set his mind to making these days happy days.

"Stop staring at me."

He blinked a few times, eyes focusing back in on Regulus. "Sorry, what were you saying?" "I was saying that you should stop staring at me." "But you're so pretty in this sweater." "It's ugly and if you say another thing about it I will strangle you with it."

James tried not to imagine it too hard. "But it's festive. And everyone else is wearing ugly Christmas sweaters as well, so you won't be the only one." Regulus stepped closer and fixed the gigantic tie on James' present-sweater.

"Wouldn't you rather be unwrapping me?", he grinned with a wink. Regulus' pale cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. "You know how that turned out the last time..."

It had been over a month since the... incident. At Sirius' birthday party, they both had ended up in the Marauder's dorm room, due to alcohol and years of built-up tension - at least on James' side. It was the birthday boy himself that had interrupted them, bursting through the door right as James' trousers dropped to the floor. Sirius hadn't looked at either of them for a week after that and neither of the two had mentioned it towards each other. Until now...

"I honestly didn't think it was that bad. Or bad at all. At least not until Sirius came into the picture..." Regulus bit his lip. Merlin, he wanted to kiss him so badly. How could anyone think clearly with this beautiful boy before them?!

Before Regulus could answer Sirius poked his head through the door. He obviously still hadn't learned his lesson. "You two coming down? Effie said dinner is ready."

James sighed quietly and nodded. Before he could follow him, Regulus grabbed his wrist. "I didn't think it was bad either. The part with you. It was nice." James was sure his heart was going to leap out of his chest any second. He wanted to jump and scream and do something incredibly stupid. Instead, he just grinned widely and took Regulus' hand into his own. The long fingers wrapped perfectly around his own.

"Come on. Don't wanna miss dinner", he smiled, softly pulling Regulus downstairs.

Eight pairs of eyes, all beautifully underlined by flashy Christmas sweaters, met them, then their hands. "Hand over those Galleons", Lily grinned. Everyone sighed, pulling coins out of their pockets.

"Whoa. We're not together", James interjected.

"But you're holding hands..." Mary pointed at their hands. James quickly let go. "So? You and Lily have been holding hands since first grade, but none of you fessed up until last summer. Moony and Sirius were sharing a bed in second and third year."

"Am I the only one who finds it irritating that you guys are placing bets on us?" "No, I'm with you on this." Peter raised his hand. "One sane person in this room."

"Liar. You were one of the first ones in." "And the first one out. Pete had way too much faith in you two." Insulted, Peter poked his tongue out. "This is still insanity. I didn't think this would go on that long. Remus thinks you guys won't make it until you're 25." Remus shrugged. "I'm just being realistic."

Regulus threw one of the bread rolls at him. Remus dodged it and immediately got ready to counterstrike. "Monty and Effie bet too!", he yelled, pointing at James' parents.

Everyone at the table gasped - except for Sirius, who seemed to simply enjoy the chaos.

"My own parents?!" "James, listen...", Monty started. "They pressured us!", Effie yelped, cheeks turning red, as always when someone caught her lying. "We did no such thing!" Mary clutched imaginary pearls around her neck.

"Yes, you did!", Monty defended his wife. "They kept on asking what we thought about it and eventually just cracked." "What was your guess?", James demanded. They shared a look before Effie took Monty's hand. "Two weeks around either one of you moving out."

James took a deep breath. It could have been worse. At least they didn't have an age limit to it. He shook his head and left the table, quickly followed by Regulus. He stopped on the front porch, where his breath turned to heavy smoke in the cold evening air.

"I wanna fuck with their bet!" Regulus crossed his arms. James raised an eyebrow and looked down at him. "And how would we do that?"

For a minute he considered before his eyes lit up with mischief. "Okay, hear me out. We let each of them walk in on us at a different point and then tell them that we've been secretly dating for however long we want to make it. That way each of them thinks someone else won." James nodded in understanding, turning the plan in his head.

"And most of them won't tell the others because then they'd have to admit that they lost. And the others we can just ask to keep quiet 'until we're ready' or something like that", he added, "It's brilliant!" They grinned at each other.

Carefully James moved closer. "And when would we actually get together?", he asked, voice low. "I think today is as good a day as any", Regulus murmured, eyes fixed on James' lips. A shiver went through him and before he could stop himself he was kissing Regulus.

Within the second he forgot all about the cold around them. Regulus was warm and soft and kissing him made everything in the world seem alright. He pulled him closer, arms wrapped around the smaller boy's waist.

When he felt Regulus' hands in his hair he was done for.

Behind them, someone cleared their throat.

Regulus wanted to jump back, but James held him close.

"Moony. What-" he cleared his throat, "whatcha doing here?" "Well, I thought that if I stayed here longer without saying something it would be weird." James nodded, agreeing.

"And how long have you been standing there?" "I know your plan." Well, there went that. But Regulus didn't give up that easily. "If you tell anyone I will gut you in your sleep." "Nah. You like me too much. Plus, Sirius would be pretty pissed at you." Regulus sighed, obviously regretting, having shown his emotions.

"I'll tell you one of Sirius' dirty secrets for every month that you don't tell anyone", James offered. Remus seemed to consider it. "One secret, plus a chocolate bar" "Done."

And without another word, Remus disappeared back inside.

In the end, the evening was all James could have wished for. They all were together and no one was even thinking of the war. Not even mentioning the gorgeous boy in his arms.

[sunshinekindof]

You’re tired, baby

It was almost midnight on the clock, and Timothee wasn't home yet. He told me that he would work late today. He's been coming home late all week, but there's a limit to everything, right? My hand was already reaching for the phone to call my husband and remind him of the importance of rest, but then I heard the front door open. A minute later Timothee entered the kitchen and my heart sank at the sight before me. It took a fraction of a second to realize how tired he was. His shoulders were slumped, his hair was disheveled, and there was so much weariness in his eyes that it seemed as if he was about to fall. And yet, at the sight of me, a smile played on his lips, as always.

- Hey baby. Why aren't you in bed yet?

Instead of answering, I quickly walked over to him and hugged him tightly. I felt how tense he was, and I wanted to take all his fatigue for myself.

"You look awful, my love," I muttered, and held him tighter.

He laughed softly in response and hugged me back.

- And I missed you

Timothee buried his face in my neck, and I began to stroke his back, trying to relieve his tension. We stood like that for a while, in each other's arms. Words were unnecessary. Then I suddenly felt as if Timothee began to fall in my arms.

- Whoa, baby, you're falling off your feet. Time to go to bed, let's go.

"I'm sorry," he muttered and smiled guiltily.

I took Timothee by the hand and led him into our bedroom.

- Will you take a shower? Or straight to bed?

- Shower. I need to wash the whole day off before getting into bed with my beautiful wife.

- You're too cute, but it won't save you. In the morning we will have a serious conversation about working late, - I tried to make a stern face, but I understood that I could not be angry with him when he was in such a state.

“As long as you’re with me, you can do whatever you want to me, my sweet wife,” he said and reached for my lips. I let our lips close for a moment, then pushed my obnoxious but insanely charming husband towards the bathroom.

- Shower, now. I will make your bed

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered.

“And don’t fall asleep there,” I shouted to him, to which I heard a quiet chuckle.

While Timothee was in the shower, I made the bed, took off my clothes, lay down on my side of the bed and waited for him. In a moment Timothee was in the bedroom. Also no clothes. We liked to sleep naked, feeling each other's bodies. Usually we made love before bed, but today was clearly an exception to their rules. Like all week, but Timothee needed rest.

- Come to me, my sweet husband, - I smiled and opened my arms, inviting Timothee to bed.

He smiled back, crawled under the covers next to me, snuggled up to me and rested his head on my chest. I pressed closer to him and ran my hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. Timothee sighed happily, and I felt the tension of the day leave his body.

So some time passed, and I already thought that he fell asleep, when I heard Timothee’s voice

- I'm sorry I came late again.

It was clear from his voice that he was struggling with sleep.

- Shh. I am not angry. I'm just really worried about you. Sleep, my love.

- I took a day off tomorrow.

- Really?

- Yes. I want to make it up to you

- You don’t have to do this.

- I know, but I want too. Let's spend the day the way you want

- Yes? Then I won't let you out of this bed tomorrow, husband

- I'm counting on it, wife.

I laughed a little and kissed his head

- Sleep. I love you.

- And I love you

Timothee pressed closer to me, and we both plunged into the realm of Morpheus. Tomorrow I definitely won't let him out of bed

[hxneyfarm]

59.  “I’ve spent the last five minutes trying to figure out what game you’re playing.” requested by @strangersteddierthings from this post thank you for the request!! i hope you like it!

Steve's been flirting with Eddie for weeks. Weeks. Eddie's not an idiot, he sees it for what it is. It's just... it doesn't make any fucking sense. Steve could be bi, sure, but even if he is. Eddie? Of all people?

Eddie, who'd gone and acted cute in that little hell dimension, Upside Down, whatever, even though he'd been under strict instructions to not do exactly that? Eddie, who'd very nearly fucking died and shit his pants all in one go? Eddie, who'd muttered some of the most insane, out of control shit when Steve carried him out of the Upside Down because he genuinely thought he was a goner? That Eddie? That's who Steve's been flirting with for weeks?

Maybe Steve's been conked in the noggin one too many times. He's not thinking clearly.

It's one of those nights where it's just the two of them. It's been happening more often, these past few weeks; Steve'll invite Eddie over under the guise of having a few beers, and he'll turn on a movie and they'll just shoot the shit for hours. And the whole damn time, Steve'll flirt.

Just like he's doing now, one arm slung across the back of the couch behind Eddie, sitting so close Eddie can feel his body heat. Steve's been full of it tonight, the teasing and the innuendos and the compliments. And Eddie's into it, giving back as good as he gets - touching Steve and calling him sweetheart and pushing back.

But Steve still won't make a move, a real one. There's no way Steve can't feel the tension mounting between them. It's been building for weeks. It's been building all night. They've been sharing these looks, lingering things where they capture one another's gazes and hold, until Steve glances down at Eddie's lips and Eddie has to look away.

It's driving Eddie nuts, the will he or won't he of it all. And the fact that he hasn't makes Eddie wonder if he's just fucking with him. It'd be so like the guy Eddie always thought Steve was, to play a joke like this on someone like him.

"Y'know, I've spent the last five minutes - nay, the last five weeks - trying to figure out what game you're playing here."

"Game?" Steve asks, his eyebrows pinched and confused.

"Yeah, like. The flirting? You messin' with me?"

"You think this is a game?"

"Yeah. What else could it be?"

Steve scoffs and scoots away, his arm falling away from the back of the couch to rest at his side.

"You really think I'd do that? Mess with you like that?" Steve sounds offended. A little hurt. "What happened to me being not a douche?"

"Whoa, man, I'm just sayin', alright? It's weird, is all," Eddie says, defensive. "'Cause... y'know... I never thought you could be into someone like me."

"Yeah? Well, it turns out I can. I thought you might be into me, too. It's why I've been inviting you over more."

"Sooo," Eddie says with a smile. "Is this a date, then? You been puttin' the moves on me for real?"

"This is hardly a date, Munson, but yes. The moves are very real."

Eddie's pulse kicks up and he feels warm, a little nervous. He brings a lock of hair in front of his mouth to cover a dopey smile. Steve's still looking at him, scooting closer again and putting his arm back up where it was before. They're sitting right up against each other now, their thighs and knees knocking together. Eddie puts a hand on Steve's leg.

"Alright, then. Carry on."

"A game," Steve mutters, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. "Sometimes I wonder why I like you."

"Too late now, big boy. You already said it. You like me, and I'm never gonna let you forget it."

[collapsedglasshouses]

Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader [Part 2]

SUMMARY: After the events on the couch, Y/n doesn't know how to talk to her best friend anymore and decides to call him late at night, with a different outcome than expected.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, phone sex, masturbation, mutual pining, friends to fwb sorta, …

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie @jilliemiw86 @dominuslunae

A/N: Whoa, so this took longer than I expected but here is the long awaited Part Two. I'm planing on writing a third final part but don't ask me when it will come out, idk yet sorry c: also this isnt proofread :c

You couldn’t even remember a time where Vinny and you hadn’t been best friends. In all those years you always had been each other’s comfort zone. Nothing ever had the power to separate the bond you two had created. Except the two of you yourself of course.

At the moment, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers while waiting for Vinny to get into his car. You had spent the evening at Ricky’s house for a small birthday celebration and everything had seemed normal. You had walked there since the weather had been pretty good, but it had gotten pretty late, and nobody was comfortable with you walking home at this point, so Vinny, being your best friend and neighbor, had offered to drive you.

Nothing about this seemed out of the usual for the others, but you were almost shaking with nervousness. It had already been a week since the events on your couch and nobody had dared to say a word about it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked at all. Everything seemed normal, except the two of you tapping around the obvious elephant in the room. You felt like you were being tortured for seven days straight at this point. You didn’t know how Vinny could act so calm about the whole thing, while you were about to explode into a million pieces.

Your thoughts were consumed by him. It felt like your brain had been wired differently since that night. All you could think about was Vinny. It wasn’t only the sexual scene that happened literally in front of your eyes. It was everything. His voice, his smile, the way he made you laugh. Everything.

Once Vinny had said his goodbyes to everyone left and slipped inside his car, it was just the two of you left. You instantly felt how goosebumps started to form on your skin when you inhaled the faint smell of his perfume. You felt how your heart was racing just with him near you and you were sure you were about to go insane, rather sooner than later.

The car ride was quiet, the only sound coming from Vinny tapping along to the music on the steering wheel. You tried not to look to closely at his hands, since even that gave you a warm feeling in your stomach. Your mind wondered back to that night. After receiving that text from Vinny, you felt like you were on fire. You had tried to ignore it, but it was hard. Vinny had called you that night and you streamed one of this dinosaur documentaries as if nothing had happened. As if you hadn’t watched each other cum. You had decided after that, that you needed to push your feelings away even further.

You really tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t even know what to expect from that situation.

So now, a week later, you were sitting in your shared driveway and stared straight ahead. You had never been more unsure of anything in your life like you were right now, and it hurt you, because Vinny was the one stable thing in your existence, and you had collectively decided to ruin it because of the heat of the moment.

Right as Vinny took a breath to say something, you snapped out of your thoughts. “Thanks. Good night.”

With that you sprinted out of his car and into your house, fearing for a second, he would go after you.

Two hours later you sat on your bed and toyed with your phone in your hand. Your thoughts were eating you alive. You didn’t know what came over you when you opened the Discord App to check for the fifth time if he was still online.

“Fuck, he’s still Vinny. Don’t be so childish.” You mumbled to yourself before you touched the call button.

Almost instantly you heard his voice on the other end. “To what do I owe the honor?”

You felt like you were frozen into your place. His voice alone made you crumble into pieces.

“Hi.” You mumbled shyly.

“Hi back.” He answered you and mimicked your shy undertone. You weren’t sure if he was trying to mock you.

“So… What’s up?” Vinny asked again, now in a more relaxed tone while you felt stiffer than ever.

“I-… You know… I-…” You began to stumble over your words, regretting you hadn’t thought about what to say to him before calling.

“Yeees?” He teased you and you knew he was grinning slightly. You wanted nothing more than to walk over and slap it out of his pretty face.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is, Vin!” You almost cried into your phone and ran a hand through your hair.

It was silent for a long time.

“Did you think about it?” He suddenly asked into the void.

“Think about what?” You breathed out, knowing exactly what he meant but not wanting to give it away.

“That night.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your body. You didn’t think the subject would turn this fast.

“You mean if I thought about you touching yourself in front of me?” You boldly asked, smiling slightly at your sudden and unexpected confidence.

“Uhm… Something like that.” Vinny almost stuttered, causing your smile to become even broader.

It was silent again.

“And?”

“Have you?” You asked him and leaned back on your bed.

“I asked first.” – “I asked second.”

You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest any second. Never in your entire life had you been more turned on simple by the tone of the voice of someone.

“I have.” Vinny answered after a short while, his voice way raspier than it was before.

“Me too.” You mumbled and immediately your mind snapped back to that night. You just couldn’t get this picture out of your head. Vinny, with his hand wrapped around his hard member, breathing out your name between slight moans.

“Did you touch yourself today?” Vinny than asked with slight hesitation in his voice.

“I haven’t…” You answered and immediately became bold again. “Yet.”

“Do you want to?” Vinny asked. You bit your lip for a second, trying to suppress the smile forming on your face.

“I plan to… Yeah.”

“You want any help?” He mumbled casually as if he was offering to help you clean your house or something.

“You can’t come over. I have to get up early tomorrow.” You answered him honestly and hoped you didn’t scare him away with your comment. You wanted him to come over, but you knew it would ruin the last bit of sleep you would get.

“Noone said anything about coming over.” He answered you and you could picture the grin that was plastered on his face in said moment. You wanted to scream into your pillow.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered sweetly into your phone while settling deeper into your pillow.

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to touch you?” Vinny wanted to know, ignoring your question. Blood rushed in your ears as you remembered the moment, when you exclaimed you wanted it to be his fingers instead of yours.

You opened your legs beneath your blanket and let your hand ran down your body.

“Yes, I did mean it.” You breathed out. “Did you want me to touch you?”

“Fuck… Of course. Have you looked at yourself?” Vinny almost moaned out and you were sure he was touching himself at this point, so your hand started to travel between your thighs.

Your heart stutters at his low voice.

“I hoped you would say that.” You whispered into the phone. Vinny let out a low laugh. 

“If I’m being honest, the last couple of times weren’t the first time, I thought of you while masturbating but god… I can’t get you out of my mind anymore.” Vinny explained with so much honesty in his voice that you couldn’t help yourself but to touch your most sensitive spot.

“When you were thinking of me…what was I doing?” You asked him, realizing your voice became breathier at this point.

“If I’m being honest, it’s the little things. How you look in your favorite dress, how you look when you bend down, how your cheeks get red every time someone slightly compliments you.” He answered you and let out a small hum after that.

“Really? Just that?” You asked him, shocked about how just simple gestures could turn him on.

“No. Today I came so hard while thinking of you being under me. Moaning out my name.” He answered as you circled your clit a bit faster. Your cheeks reddened at the thought of him thinking about you while masturbating and then going to meet you right after that.

“Oh, Vinny.” You breathed out.

“That’s exactly what I mean.” He teased you. “What about you?”

“I thought about your hands.” You honestly exclaimed. “I mean… You play the drums like a fucking god. Can’t help myself thinking about how your fingers would feel inside of me.”

Another groan came from Vinny, and you let your finger swirl around your clit. 

“Oh yeah? Gosh, I wonder how your pussy feels like.” He said with a serious tone, but you can’t help but giggle.

“What?” – “That’s what the guy said in the porn, too.”

“As far as I can remember, you liked that pretty much.” He teased you.

“I wasn’t denying it.” You answered him with a smile on your face and let a finger sink into your hole.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” Vinny stumbled out shyly.

“Of course, I am and I know you’re doing it, too.” You moaned.

You heard some shuffling noises and couldn’t help but think about him sitting in front of his computer with his hand around his cock.

“If you keep making these noises, I will come over.” Vinny breathed out on the other line while your pace became faster.

“Maybe I want you to.” – “I value your sleep, darling.”

‘Darling’… He was driving you insane.

“I wish that was my hand on your cock right now.” You moaned into your phone.

“You have no fucking clue, do you? The effect you have on people.” His breathing was getting more prominent, and you felt your own pick up.

“Or my mouth.” You whispered after his statement and heard him moan. Tension started to form in your stomach, another finger sinking into you.

“Vinny.” You gasped and he moaned into your ear through the phone. Your fingers curled up onto the sweet spot you’d found while thinking of his hard cock. You wanted to feel him so bad.

“Please tell me you’re close, Y/n.” He almost whined out.

“I am.” You moaned into your phone, chasing your high.

“I want to feel you so bad.” Vinny whined, speaking out your own thoughts. “I can hear how wet you are for me.”

“Oh god.” You exhaled as your hips started to stutter. “Fuck, Vinny.”

“It’s like I had a taste of the forbidden fruit. I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned.

“Have me then.” You whine out, your voice weak and laced with unsaid words. Everything neither of you had dared to say before.

Your hips buck against your hand as you cried out. “God, Vinny!”

“Are you cumming?” His voice so determined and raw but all you could do was nod, though he couldn’t see you. Though, you didn’t have to say something. Your breaths revealed the truth.

“Fuck…that was…oh fuck,” you tried to answer him as you started to come down from your orgasm, still not in full control of your body functions. 

“You sound so fucking good. I just… Gosh, Y/n...” You could imagine how he started to thrust his hips slightly upwards, cum coating his hand.

You hear him shuffle again and breathe heavily into his microphone just as your head became clearer again.

It was silent for a longer period of time. Both of you trying to contain your thoughts.

Suddenly you began to feel nervous.

“That was-…” Vinny breathed out.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you-…” – “Yeah, I should probably get some sleep.”

“See you tomorrow?” He quietly asked. “You could come over and we could watch a movie or something. Tomorrow night?”

Your heart started to beat heavily again. It would be the first time you would be around each other alone since the evening after he came back from tour, and you started to wonder how it would go.

“See you tomorrow, Vin.”

“Good night, darling.”

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[din-miller]

Soft edges, gentle touch

Pairing: Wrecker x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Years after settling down on Pabu with each other, Wrecker has started gaining weight, becoming softer. You didn’t realize how self conscious he’s become about the change in his body. Once you find out, you try and convince him that you’re still insanely attractive to him

Warnings: insecure wrecker, weight gain, hurt/comfort, married couple, life in Pabu, implications to sexy times, I love wrecker and he needs to be appreciated more okay

A/N: I also wrote one for Hunter.

You kick the front door of your house open, awkwardly balancing on one leg as the groceries in your arm threats to take a nosedive onto the floor. You huff and lean back to try and right the bag you're holding against your chest, only supported by one hand underneath it.

“Whoa, cyare, careful,” Wrecker grabs the bag from you with one hand and the other is quick to wrap around your back to steady you, then, not surprisingly his hand wonders down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, “I thought you were going out to get us dinner, not buy the entire market!”

Thanking him, you properly close the front door, locking it despite knowing how safe Pabu is. You remember that one time where Crosshair wanted to prove a point about how locking the front door is crucial to your survival. He even snuck in one night and you woke up to him looming over you, smirking like he just proved a point. Which he did, you had to admit.

You’re still not sure if his nose ever properly healed correctly. Wrecker constantly jokes about how much he wished his brother was chewing on a toothpick at that moment. It’s a morbid sense of humour the Batch has, truly.

You try to reach for the groceries again but Wrecker is already walking towards the kitchen.

Figures.

You kicked off your shoes and followed him, appreciating the sight in front of you. He’s gone soft around the edges since he and the boys decided to settle down. Life away from war and blaster fire. You had met him shortly afterwards, he offered to help carry an armchair to your place. You had denied out of kindness at first, but he was ever so persistent in helping. It didn’t take you long to cave.

You’ll admit it, watching the way his arms flex, shoulder wide and back a mountain of muscle was a sight you had admired instantly. And the following days, weeks, months and years.

Now, three years after having met the love of your life you’ve begun to notice the softness around his hips, stomach and chest. The way his muscles are still very prominent, even underneath his shirts, but they weren’t as big as they once were.

It’s not a kink or anything like that. It’s knowing he’s able to relax and have proper meals; that you’re providing him food and healthy nutritions outside of his usual ration packs that make your heart skip every time you’re able to run your hands across the softness of his body.

You’re allowed to blatantly admire it too. You openly stare, sometimes lustfully, sometimes not, but it’s a daily admiration — an hourly admiration if you’re being honest.

So when Wrecker goes to put something up on the highest self, his shirt riding up enough to give you a clear view of the small belly resting just above his pants, you give a low whistle. You wonder if you could talk him into a little make out session and ignore the groceries for the time being.

But instead of his usual response; turning around and winking at you, he tenses. Muscles stiff and face angled away from you as his arms drop to his sides. You frown, baffled at his response.

“Babe?”

He doesn’t reply right away, but when he does reply it’s timid, “Do you still see me the same way you used to?”

You raise your brow, a playful grin forming on your lips, “You mean; smart, kind, a wonderful sense of humour-,”

“Attractive,” He cuts you off, turning slightly towards you, voice low. Self conscious, “Tech sent over the pictures from his wedding. I… I didn’t realise I'd gotten so…” Wrecker scratched the back of his head, eyes still avoiding yours, “Chubby.”

Your grin falls down into a frown, taking back at his question, at why he’d ever think of using the word chubby to describe himself. Realization hits you like a punch in the gut; while you’ve been admiring his softer form you never really took into account how Wrecker views the changes in his body.

Some partner you are.

You round the kitchen island taking Wrecker’s hand in yours, squeezing it, “I love you, I love your body, I love that you’re healthy because that’s what you are. You’re not fat, not chubby, you’re healthy,” You cup his cheek, tilting his head down until your eyes meet, “Wrecker you are beautiful.”

He sighs, taking your hand and draping it over his shoulder, giving him access to your inner elbow where his lips press a delicate kiss to your skin, “I’m being silly, aren’t I?”

“No, my love,” Your fingers lightly trail over the scars across the side of his head, “You’re still adjusting to a normal lifestyle away from being a clone. It’s a lot of change to deal with, mentally and physically. You’ve gained weight, so have I; it’s called getting older and I for one don’t want to grow old and flabby with anyone other than you.”

“I age faster.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I find salt and pepper insanely attractive.” You sent him a saucy wink.

Confusion paints his face, “Mesh’la, I’m bald and all my attempts at growing a beard have ended with poor results. The only hair on my body is-,” His eyes widened and a blush spreads across his cheeks, “Oh, i-I see, you’re talking about my pubs.”

You shake your head, laughing, “Yes, Wrecker, I’m talking about your pubs… In all seriousness, I’ll never see you any differently than the man I love beyond measure. Whether that be old, flabby and grumpy or muscular, lean and childlike; I’ll love it all. I want it all.”

“You have it all,” He leans into your hand, a pleased noise coming from his throat when your thumb brushes across the scar on the bridge of his nose, “I love you too, my beautiful wife.”

“Enough to forget the groceries and make out with me against the counter?”

Strong arms wrap around your waist and suddenly you’re being lifted up and set down the island, his lips already hungrily seeking out yours before you can squeal at being manhandled by your husband. You hum against his lips, tongue darting out to run over the seams of his, asking permission which is given instantly as his mouth parts and you're suddenly overcome with the taste of him, drinking it all in with a soft moan.

You know Wrecker will still struggle with the changes in his body, as you will your own, but you have him and he has you. It’ll all be okay.

[foolondahill17]

Sam lunges, baseball bat raised, prepared to brain the silhouette of the intruder. The shadow jolts backward, raising both hands.

"Whoa - whoa! Easy, tiger!"

Sam stumbles at the voice and narrowly avoids slamming his baseball bat into his brother's skull.

"Dean?" He asks in a voice dangerously near a yelp.

"Yeah - get that thing out of my face." Dean's teeth flash in the stripe of light filtered through the blinds from the streetlamps. "Not interested in getting grand slam dunked, dude."

Sam drops the baseball bat to his side. The kitchen light flares on, and both Dean and Sam frantically blink to adjust to the change. Behind him, Jess barks, "What the hell is going on?"

Panic surges inside Sam's body. Dean and Jess in the same room. This is bad. This is very, very bad.

"Oh - hiya, sweetheart," Dean recovers first. He claps Sam on the shoulder, and Sam feels his touch like an electric shock. It's been nearly four years since he's touched his brother. Nearly three since he's heard his voice. "Wanted to drop by, see how the little bro was holding up. You're graduating this week, right? Well, consider this your present."

Dean spreads his arms, and he grins, but it occurs to Sam that Dean doesn't look very good. He's thin in a way that looks deflated, like he's lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time. There are dark circles like bruises around his eyes and about a week's worth of whiskers on his jaw.

"You broke into our apartment?" Jess snaps. Sam knows he should back her up, but his tongue is swollen in the back of his throat.

"Eh, didn't wanna wake you up by buzzing in."

"That's kind of you," Jess says coolly.

"You know me - always thinking about others," Dean quips. "Hey - and there's someone I want you to meet." He cranes his neck so he's looking below the kitchen island, where Sam's view is blocked by the cabinets. "Hey, Benj? You can come out now, honey."

Shuffling, and then a little boy pops his head around the island's edge. Jess audibly gasps. Sam's jaw hangs open.

The little boy scrambles to his feet and runs behind Dean's leg, small fists clutching at his jeans, burying his face in Dean's thigh. Sam doesn't know shit about kids, but he looks about five or six.

Dean pats the little boy's head, stroking his dark hair. "That was really good," he tells the kid. "You hid just like I told you. You wanna meet your Uncle Sammy and, ah," he looks at Jess. His eyes linger on her chest, and, insanely, Sam experiences a brief rush of relief: at least that's something familiar in a sea of bizzarro surprises. "Your Aunt Smurfs?"

"Jess," Jess breathes, all the heat leeched out of her.

"Sam - ah, Jess," Dean pats the little boy's head and grins. "This is Ben."

There's no more of this AU. I fucking refuse to start another wip. Even though I already have this idea completely plotted in my head. Hit me with Sam's baseball bat if I put anything else down on paper.

[bcbdrums]

Top 10 Soul Eater episodes?

As in, favorite episodes?? Or best episodes??

I'll do...favorites I guess? If that's even possible my gosh... I'm hard-pressed at this point to find any I don't like, and others are like...yes this one and this one and this one and this one.... Like the whole underground battle series of like seven??? Is just one giant episode to me, lol.

ANYWAY.... FAVORITE Top Ten episodes, listed in airing order not a ranking cuz that's impossible, lol.

Now, to absolutely no one's surprise...

These are all Stein and/or Spirit feature episodes. Except maybe two. Here we gooooo!

Episode 4: "Engage the Witch Hunter! A Remedial Lesson in the Graveyard?"

Why a fave? Okay well first of all...we get to see the four main characters fighting together against an enemy. The episode starts with the feeling of...okay, here we go... Like setting the tone of the anime after the concept and chars have been introduced. Gonna be a monster of the week thing, fighting new enemies and collecting souls. Like Digimon but not you know?

So we see awesome techniques from both Maka and Black Star and Sid as a char is super creative, so it's all that stuff to start with. And then...then we start to get that tiny bit of backstory at the end about Spirit and Stein and it's like, wait say what now?? The red-head is more than a comic drunk deadbeat dad? So then...

Episode 5: "Shape of the Soul – Enter the Ultimate Meister, Stein?"

Yeah okay... I mean. Obviously. We see Stein and it's like whoa that design is creepy this guy is creepy and then we hear Spirit blubbering drunkenly about the past and it's like creepy and oh snap I am now sympathetic to Spirit and there is a far deeper backstory going on here with these adults cuz we had the privilege of seeing Sid alive before you know and suddenly he's dead in the prior ep so mystery and...yeah. And then it's very much presented as wow...Stein is...unbeatable. They're doomed. And that twist ending I was just as much huh??? as Soul was and I just. Got captivated by the backstory.

Episode 7: "Black-blooded Terror – There's a Weapon inside Crona?"

More Spirit and Stein stuff. I swear that hospital scene was my favorite scene in the entire show for the longest time. It's hilarious, I still crack up watching it. The toes thing is just... And that way too long dramatic pause and camera pull before he reveals the divorce, and Stein freaking already knows and just...yeah I'm getting giddy thinking about it. But ALSO it's like, okay...now we've departed from the casual anime silliness. We skipped the 30+ eps of growth like Digimon and went straight to the big major character issue. Which you know, makes sense the further into the anime we go for this anime. But...yeah. It gets. Real. Not kids anymore. Crona with Ragnarok are hilarious I love them, and Crona is highkey relatable; Crona is every teenager to exist ever. But yeah then Soul's sacrifice, for Maka... It's just...wow. Yeah it got real.

Episode 8: "The Witch Medusa – Bearer of the Great Terrible Soul?"

Truthfully, probably my favorite episode as things stand right now. My mind may change later. Why? Because obviously...Spirit and Stein get to fight together. We get to see what the future is... It's like seeing the past in Star Wars, the very beginning of Ep. 1 you know where we see Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fight and it's like...yessss this is how things are supposed to be in a world that isn't broken. Seeing Stein and Spirit fight together like that is just... Yeah my heart is pounding thinking about how insanely awesome that is. Also Stein is hot. Plus more of that...not kids anymore. Maka's pure terror at sensing Medusa's soul, seeing her...seeing what a real witch is. Like yeah kid the little kishin egg monsters and magical cats you've been playing with are nothing. Maka realizes the world of meisters and weapons she's in is quite a bit different than her experience so far. And can we talk about how Maka wasn't going to leave Soul's side??? Was just gonna take the hit and die right beside him, because he died for her??? MY HEART! Also Stein is hot yes I know I said it already it bears repeating and man that...seriousness...the way Stein looks at Medusa, the way the witch knows who they are which in itself shows a greater threat... That utter gravity that falls over that moment at the end there, after Stein blocks her attack and it's like....oh snap. Now what? Not to mention all the new tiny details we get about soul resonance and the possibilities and how a weapon can take on features of their meister in the special attacks! (Spirit takes on stitches here on the witch hunter blade, and in the last episodes he takes on Lord Death's skull face on the kishin hunter blade. That's so cool...) Okay I have to stop. I could go on. Like I said...favorite episode as things stand right now.

Episode 13: "The Man with the Magic Eye – Soul and Maka's Diverging Soul Wavelength?"

This one surprised me because initially I didn't care for it. I don't care for Free's design, shark!wolf just doesn't appeal to me. But over time this really grew on me. The writing is excellent and soooooo many major things happen. We get the first bit of touching on the morality issue, like, is DWMA really the correct moral power? Free says something about it and then it becomes a bigger theme going forward. We get the beginning of the black blood effects and the battle against/with it and the start of what all that means... The start of the "acceptance" theme even if it isn't named. We hear Soul's piano for the first time even though it isn't named as such until Brew. We get to see Soul and Maka both so confused but both so dedicated to each other, and the maturing starting to happen, that needs to still happen... It's a huge ep for their relationship. And also...Eruka. I love Eruka. All things Eruka. Any episode with Eruka is a delight. But yeah this episode is just SO deep and excellent, it needs more love. (Also in the candle room fight if you listen close we hear that Spirit has an outy belly button and I'm just alksjdahkjghsd how silly.)

Episode 14: "The Super Written Exam – Heart-Pounding, Reeling, and Restless. You're Kidding!?"

Ehhh heheheh...heheh... Pure absurdity. Pure comedic awesomeness. Everything about this episode. I love things where many characters are featured in more than a cameo and get real attention. We see more of all their homes, more of what they do and who they are when not in battle... Spirit being an absolute fool... That hilarious buildup timer to the end of the exam... Blair ruining what should have been something GOOD agh silly cat I'm still annoyed, lol. I'm not gonna say much here since I said so much about the last episode but man, yeah. Just pure comedy gold, I never ever tire of this episode. "Giraffe, giraffe~" Heheheh.

Episode 23: "Dead or Alive – In the Rift between Revival and Dazzlement?"

Okay like I said before... The entire underground battle, starting with the anniversary party, I consider one giant episode. I name all of those as favorites. I selected this one for here because it's where we get some of Stein's backstory I think? Flashback to he and Spirit as young teens, and we learn where Stein's mental state really is. We get to see more of his and Spirit's dynamic, how they work together both successfully and less successfully... Many headcanons borne of this battle in this episode. My gosh I just...can't put it into words in any brief way. I could write an epic length post breaking down nearly every line, look, gesture... And is this also the episode where the kishin emerges and my gosh if that isn't the creepiest most suspenseful moment I've ever seen. Also, we see more of Eruka! I adore her. And Free. But yeah whole episode... Fantastic.

Episode 25: "The Death Scythes Convene – Stop Dad's Staff Reassignment!?"

And this episode...also silly and ridiculous, but awesome because we get to see a little more of the "adult" side of the DWMA and how things operate. Comedically yes, cuz Soul Eater is a comedy, but still there's quite a bit of seriousness too. Stein's madness as a plot point... But my gosh... Marie, Azusa... Justin... The dynamic between all the adults. I would give ANYTHING for a prequel anime where we get to see all these complete idiots in the academy and how it all went down between them. And my gosh we've had plenty backstory teased already with Stein's experiments against Spirit, Sid and baby Black Star... Seeing the adults as kids would be the perfect "reboot" series for me. Plus that basketball ending, bringing it all full-circle in terms of...okay, here we are again, and here we go again... Onto the next phase of the show/of our lives. It's a fantastic turning-point episode and I never tire of it.

Episode 31: "Drying Happiness! Whose Tears Sparkle in the Moonlight?"

This one...so much happens here. We get delightful glimpses of normal life, we get the reminder that Soul plays piano which becomes important quite soon... We get the comedy of Spirit having to parrot Lord Death to Justin because they just won't make the kid take out his earbuds! We get a moment of Crona and Ragnarok actually getting along and having a normal conversation and ohhh myyyy gosshhhhhh I wish we'd had more of that in the show. I adore Ragnarok. But then...ugh. The saga of pain that begins. You get everyone reaching out, you get to see Crona happy... Marie after wandering around lost, saying if there's ever anything you need... Later inviting Crona to her home... Only to be betrayed. And the absolute skill and execution of the writing as they make us believe for a moment that Marie is okay in returning the pen...and then it's revealed that Crona put a snake in the coffee. Just. Oh man. Ugh the pain. Whyyyy Crona whyyy when you had the entire academy to back you up, everyone on your side, full protection from friends, from a death scythe who trusted you to invite to her home, from Lord Death who gave you a second chance... But you still betrayed them all. And then of course, that little snake then is the catalyst for SO much of what happens in the next episodes... Big deal. This ep is so huge. So many different feels...

Episode 40: "The Cards Are Cut – Medusa Surrenders to the DWMA?"

Spirit feature, Spirit feature! I like getting to see a little more of Spirit's responsibilities other than hovering at Lord Death's shoulder waiting 800 years bound to Death City what the heck his poor death scythes for battles that will never come. I know logically he has other jobs as the death scythe, but it's nice to see him doing some of it and more of his relationship with Lord Death (those two raised their children side by side I mean come on there's so much comedic opportunity here). Also the sheer TENSION in the episode from the fact it's Medusa, and Maka's reaction, and Stein's reaction, and then the deal at the end... It's like...okay this is a serious tone-shift and no clue now what is coming. It's a lot of weight all at once leaving me feel like I'm in a whirlwind and kicks off the final arcs of the show and...yeah. This is a good one.

Also hey guess what!

Turning this ask into a tag game! So...what are your top ten favorite episodes??

@midnightcaptions @memethebum @chickycherrycola @blackbloodteeth @mellancholy-morose @beeejayy (that's right Sunny start interacting with fandom LOL) @takeyourcyanide @cannibal-nightmares

AND...anybody else who wants to take this on! Have fun!

And BONUS... Any and all episodes with Excalibur are awesome and if you don't love him you are wrong. That's okay you're allowed to be, you do you. 😘

[petitelepus]

When I saw that you were taking Kimetsu academy request I clicked the box so fast... Anyway

I was hoping you could do a GN reader x Sanemi where they both like each other but won't admit it first. (probably drives everyone insane cause it's obvious as hell). But (Best buddy) Rengoku steps in and forces them on a date. (If it's fine could some things go wrong but in the end they both had fun)

Teacher!Sanemi X Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You and Sanemi are old friends and go way back. That, and you guys also have feelings for each other, but you won't say it, so Kyojuro decides to help you guys out!

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Gender Neutral Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa

You and Sanemi Shinazugawa go way back. You were childhood friends and sometimes rivals even. While he became a teacher, you followed your parents' example and became a baker in this small bakery that belonged to your family. One day you would take over the business, but until then, you worked really hard to meet all the expectations bestowed on you.

It was a nice August day and you were serving customers when the bell by the door chimed you turned to greet the newest customer, only to see it was Sanemi, your childhood friend himself who entered your humble bakery.

"Ooh, Nemi-chan! Welcome to Sweet Dreams!" You laughed in a good manner and the young man scowled, "Don't call me that!"

"Sorry sorry!" You laughed lightly as you looked at him, "The usual?"

"Yes," He nodded as he paid and you smiled as you pulled your sleeves up, "Just a second and I'll prepare your order!"

"Don't you have it prepared already!?" He asked since he was your regular and always ordered the same thing. You chuckled, "It has been a busy day! Just take a seat and I'll bring your order to you."

"Tch, fine…" Sanemi grumbled as he sat on the table by the window and you smiled as you moved to prepare his order.

"Here we go!" You smiled as you stepped around the corner and placed the bag filled with Ohagi in front of him, alongside a small box.

"What the Hell is this?" He asked as he pointed at the box and you chuckled, "It is a piece of this week's specialty blueberry cheesecake!"

"I don't want it!" He snapped and yet you just kept on smiling, "Then give it to someone you like!"

"Idiot!" He snapped as he grabbed his Ohagi and the piece of the cake, "I'm leaving!"

"Have a nice day!" You called cheerfully after him… But as soon as the door was shut behind him, you let your smile go and sighed.

The truth was that you had given him the piece because you really liked him and all you wanted to see was his smile and you wanted to be the reason in one way or another behind that smile…

The bell chimed again and you were smiling again as you welcomed the next customer, "Welcome!"

The day went on and then came lunchtime and Sanemi pulled out his Ohagi and a piece of the blueberry cheesecake he had gotten from you.

He knew you gave it to him purely because you wanted him to give it to someone he liked, but he couldn't do that. The truth why Sanemi wouldn't give it to anyone he fancied was because it was you who he liked most…

"Ooh, what is this treat?" Came annoying art teacher Tengen's voice and Sanemi could feel the vein on his temple tighten, "It's called NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!"

"Whoa, I just asked!" The art teacher chuckled as he walked away and Sanemi frowned as he bit into his Ohagi, choosing to save the cheesecake last.

"This cake looks good!" The history teacher Kyojuro suddenly popped up and smiled at the Sanemi, "Is this from that cute baker down the street?"

"They aren't cute!" Sanemi snapped as he stuffed his face full of Ohagi and Kyojuro, despite being a little dense sometimes, could tell that the math teacher liked you.

Everyone knew this, it was so painful to watch Sanemi deny it and based on what they heard of you, you were a similar case, unable to see that Sanemi liked you or the other way around.

Kyojuro hummed as he came up with a perfect plan to get you two to go out with each other and confess your feelings to each other!

A week went by and Kyojuro rushed to Sanemi's desk, "Shinazugawa!" He said excitedly and the scarred teacher looked at his colleague, "What?"

"Will you go out on a blind date!?"

"HAA!?" Sanemi scowled hard, "Why would I want that!? What a shitty proposition!"

"But I heard that the cute baker down the street is going out today also and it reminded me how lonely you ar-!"

"I'm not lonely!"

"How isolated you are and we wondered if you would like to let us match you up?" Kyojuro smiled excitedly, "We picked you a perfect date!"

"…And you are saying that they are going out today also?" Sanemi asked as he thought about you going out with some random loser and the idea made his blood boil for some reason.

"Yes!" Kyojuro nodded, "So how do you feel-!"

"Set me up!" The math teacher snapped and the history teacher cheered, "Alright, that's the spirit!"

So they set a date for Shinazugawa, who was supposed to see his date by the school's entrance gates… Only his date was someone he didn't expect to see.

"Y- You!?" Sanemi snapped as he stared at you and you blinked, "Oh, hi there Nemi-chan!"

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" The man asked and you tilted your head, "Your colleagues and friends told me that you wanted to see me outside work?"

"Those fuckers…!" The man growled as he realized that the two of you had been set up. He turned to look and he could see the other teachers looking from the windows.

"Well, would you like to head out?" You asked and Sanemi frowned, "Listen, this was just a nasty prank my stupid co-workers set up."

"Oh," You blinked before nodding, "I see… Then, would you like to come to my store and get some fresh Ohagi?"

"You don't need to-!"

"I insist!" You smiled as you grabbed his hand and started to lead him away from the school. As you were walking the two of you kept stealing small glances at each other when you were sure the other person wouldn't notice. The silence between you two started to be too heavy to withstand though.

"This is nice," You hummed thoughtfully, "When was the last time we saw outside work?"

"I-" The teacher stilled as he thought about it, "I… I can't remember."

"It must have been a while!" You chuckled in a good manner, "You're always so busy with kids and I'm busy with the bakery."

"It's not like I- Oi, watch it!" Sanemi quickly pulled you against him as some damn brats drove past you with their bicycles and the man's eyes widened as his nose picked up a smell of pure vanilla. Fuck, you smelled absolutely divine!

"Ah, you saved me! Thank you, that was close-!" You were saying but when you looked at him and saw him staring at you madly you yelped, "Ah- W- what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Sanemi snapped as he stepped away from you, "Don't cling to me that hard!"

"Ah, sorry Nemi!" You apologized and he growled, "And stop calling me that!"

"Sorry-!" You were saying when you felt something fall on your cheek and you blinked, "Huh?"

"What is it-?" Sanemi was asking when he felt the same what you had felt… Followed by a sudden rainstorm and a roar of thunder wrecking through the air.

"Shit!" The man quickly grabbed your hand and you two started to run, "Where the fuck this storm came from!?"

"Holy shit!" You laughed like a maniac as the two of you ran, "This is hilarious!"

"There is nothing hilarious in this!"

"Over here!" You called and the two of you quickly docked under some convenience store's roof. The two of you were panting as you caught your breath, yet you couldn't help but laugh a little, "That was fun!"

"How, how was that funny!?" Sanemi asked and you chuckled, "You look like a wet dog!"

"Speak for yourself!"

"Ha ha!" You both straightened and looked ahead as the rain kept pouring down furiously.

"Whoa, it's really raining hard!" You thought out loud and the scarred man nodded, "Yeah."

"We might be here for a while!"

"We might."

You hummed as you looked at your friend, "So, what kind of prank it was that your friends pulled on you?"

"Huh?!"

"I mean, I came because they said you wanted to see me. So what did they tell you?"

"They-!" Sanemi stopped himself before he could blurt out that he was pissed by the idea of you going out with someone who you or he didn't know.

"Nothing…They just tricked me."

"I see," You nodded, "It's a shame."

"Why?"

"Well, I got really happy when I heard that you wanted to see me." You looked at him, "I'm sorry that you didn't feel the same way and that you ended up teaming with me."

"I-!" Sanemi stuttered as he realized that he had suddenly become the bad guy, "I wasn't thinking that, not at all!"

"You weren't?" Now you were confused and he frowned, "No!"

"Ah, I see…"

"Yeah…"

"Well, while we are hiding here, do you want to know why I chose to become a baker like my parents?" You asked and Sanemi stared at you for a second before he sighed and nodded, "Sure."

"When I was small and would get something yummy to eat, I would always smile. The same thing happened with my parents' customers. When they bit into their sweets they would smile and that made them so happy to see that their baking made people smile so happily."

Sanemi recalled that memory, how your parents would always give him sweets to bring back home to his younger siblings and mother.

"So!" You smiled as you looked at Sanemi standing next to you, "I became a baker so I could keep making people smile! But…"

"But?"

"The person I most wanted to smile was the person I loved so much." You chuckled a little sadly, "Yet, years have gone by and I haven't seen that smile yet. I must not be that good baker yet…"

"Tch, they sound like a real idiot…!" Sanemi grumbled, "Who wouldn't smile when eating your sweets? They're perfect."

You blinked, stunned by what you heard, but as you registered his words, a smile broke out on your face, "Thank you Nemi-chan! Hearing you say that makes me so very happy!"

"Yeah yeah, I'm just stating the obvious."

"Hm hm," You hummed happily as you looked up at the dark rain clouds, "I really like you Sanemi…"

"What was that?" The young man turned to look at you, and you flinched as you laughed, "Ha ha, nothing, I just thought something out loud!"

"Huh." He nodded and suddenly, just like magic, it stopped raining and even the sun shined through the clouds.

"Oh, hey, look!" You grinned, "It stopped raining!"

"It did," He nodded.

"Let's go get that Ohagi!" You cheered and smiled as you reached for his hand, but realizing that it might have been too intimate, you pulled your hand back… Only for Sanemi to reach out and grab the said hand of yours.

"Huh?" You blinked as you saw his hand wrap around yours and you looked up in confusion, only to see Sanemi looking at you so intensely.

"I really like you too." He stated and you stared at him with your eyes wide as you realized that he must have heard you earlier.

"Ah- I- Uh-!" You couldn't find the right words you wanted to say and it flustered you, "I… Thank you…"

"Hm," He nodded as he squeezed your hand, "Let's go."

So, time passed and after the weekend, the teachers excitedly surrounded their short-tempered scarred colleague.

"How did the date between you two go?" Someone asked as Sanemi sat by his desk. The man scowled, "It's none of your business!"

"So, the two of you are dating now?" Another question and the teacher frowned as he reached for his bag and pulled out the Ohagi he had gotten from you earlier, "Again, it doesn't belong to you!"

"What you got today?" Kyojuro asked as he saw the extra box and Sanemi grumbled as he opened the said box and the teachers excitedly looked inside…To see a small heart-shaped chocolate cake, decorated with a single strawberry cut in the shape of a heart.

"Oh wow!"

"So pretty!"

"Are you going to eat that?"

"GO AWAY YOU BASTARDS, IT'S MINE!"

Just like he was yours and vice versa.

[waitmyturtles]

Okay, okay, omg. My wee brain is at max at the moment. I’m on a work trip at the moment, so this will be shorter than usual, but also, I’m far too overwhelmed with the discovery about the Bad Buddy x ATOTS crossover that will take place over two weeks starting next week, so like -- my itty heart is like, whoa whoa!

AND THEN THERE’S OUR DINING TABLE, that comes in like the cutest machete in the world, being awl like, yeah gurl, we are going to just take you down once and for all, all while you’re all already emotional and shit. GREAT!

No, actually, no complaints. I’m insanely excited for Pran and Pat to come back, and deeply thrilled that Our Dining Table continues to best out the current competition. Best episode yet. Our Dining Table, episode 8, thoughts:

Again, continuing to be such an empathetic show to dear Yutaka, who really needed this entire episode to process everything that was happening to him. I loved that last line of the episode: “How am I going to deal with these things?” IT WAS SO HONEST TO HIS PROCESS FOR THIS ENTIRE EPISODE.

I really liked how Minoru DIDN’T panic at Yutaka’s needing time and quiet to understand what was happening. 

Besides the use of silence, which continues to be so important to this show -- all of the solo scenes with Yutaka, in his house, in his office -- something that actually moved me was the bright music of the scene where Ueda-san, Minoru, and Tane are outside, throwing the ball. Around Tane, guess what? The adults have to continue adulting and living.

I have to say. As a parent. That’s really hard. If I were Minoru, I would want to curl up in my bed and stay there for days.

With a little kid around, you can’t. (Quick tangent: little baby Tane’s flip-out in the park, when he was laying down, wanting to be picked up? And the ladies were saying, “poor boy?” Come AWN. That was NOTHING. If Japan thinks that was a big freak-out by a toddler, COME TO MY HOUSE AND MEET MY KIDS, sheesh.)

Anyway, ha. With a little kid -- you cannot retreat. I love that when Minoru came back home the second time in the episode, the first thing he asked his dad was -- where’s Tane? That’s parental thinking. The kid comes first.

So I really want to emphasize here, and Ueda-san knows this, too -- Minoru has spent his last few years putting other people first. I think that’s what’s happening between him and Yutaka, too. He kissed Yutaka, for sure, but retreated -- and allowed Yutaka to then set the pace. With Yutaka needing the time to process, Minoru withdrew fully, apologized, and is processing on his own.

He’s in pain, but Minoru is also empathetic to Yutaka’s position, because Minoru has gotten to understand people, at a far younger age than your usual adult, because of the parenting he’s done with Tane. It’s all full circle and SO BEAUTIFUL to me.

@respectthepetty‘s tribute to Ueda-san is so perfect in this moment. Ueda-san is just THERE, and loving, and is a keen parent to know that BOTH his sons need his parenting in this moment.

And. We got to see another angle of the kiss. @troubled-mind -- did you know that it was a side kiss from the manga? I had no idea!

I wish I had more time to deeply analyze this episode, but so be it for this week. That we get this show WITH the BBS and ATOTS reunions -- we are IN THE MOMENT IN BL, FRIENDS, IN. THE. MOMENT.

[that-seems-stupid-lets-do-it]

hi im insane about the hinomoris fun fact!! shizuku had no oppertunity to learn bass. (hinodad is a guitarist in a unnamed band. shiho went to one of his bands concerts and another band was playing afterwards, which she stayed for. that bands bassist is hinodads friend and liked shiho ,and taught her bass, and is shihos general inspiration. hinodads bassist friend liked shiho because hinodad told him about both of his children. shizuku never met her because she was busy with idol work.)

from your comment about the hinomoris, it seems like theyre still mostly seperated as siblings and dont talk. in canon, that happened due to shizukus idol work.

if, theoretically, your intent was that shizuku learnt bass at the same time as shiho, then shizuku was never an idol (or became an idol later, based on your comment about her asking shiho for help.)

what event drove them apart?

sorry im genuninely curious and actually insane about the hinomoris

feel free not to anwser sorry lol ik i just exploded in ur askbox,,, im just. inch rested.. i really like ur au,,, but you dont have to awnser dwbi if you dont i get it

WHOA this is such a good ask thank you for giving me this to work with,,, i think i mightve worded it a little poorly? shizuku did still do idol work and the forming of (insert new leo/need replacement unit name) happens a few weeks after she quits, so the reason they don't talk as much is still because of shizuku's idol work. im assuming ingame the main stories happen at around the same time i do think that maybe in this universe shiho was harsher about pushing people away, intentionally or not. maybe after saying something specific (though innocent in her intent) at a particularly bad time shiho lashes out at shizuku really harshly? maybe asking shizuku asking shiho for help to learn the bass is when they finally start get over the self imposed wedge that's been put between them and helps shiho's bramble laiden walls begin to wither

in that thought id imagine the scene would go something like: shizuku puts time aside from her idol work to hang out with shiho. now that shizuku is famous, shiho thinks that being seen with her in public could cause rumors to spread. her head makes it a much bigger deal than it would be, and she doesn't know of what shizuku already faces. because of this, shiho pushes shizuku away.

shizuku says something innocuous in an attempt to convince her, shiho says some mean things, etc, shizuku internalizes that shiho genuinely doesnt want to spend time with her anymore and leaves her alone. for good. so it worked! yay! in the moment, shiho is "content" with what she's done but after a few days she realizes how badly she's messed up. but to her, it's too late. the damage has been done. there's no use in trying further. she has her bass guitar

i think at least once or twice (early on, anyways) shizuku snuck into a venue shiho was filling in for. she will always care, and if caring as a spectator is what shiho needs, then so be it

[red-lights-of-doooooom]

league of idiots season 2 part 2

hey what's up, boys, girls, and error-gender-not-found. welcome bad to my bad faith takes. it's ya girl ash, and i've finally finished watching the second season of the show "insane", based on "league of assholes".

(yes, i know i'm three weeks late. bear with me, okay? i've been really fuckin' busy and work is kicking my ass.)

so there's an episode which is surprisingly heterosexual for the league of lesbians. i mean, it's all about that "alternate universe" bullshit everyone loves nowadays. typical normal high school AU with ekko and jinx/powder/crazy blue chick. but of course, blue hair and pronouns has a nice little high school prom with mr. teen genius before he goes back to reality. they dance to a little french song. cute. it's...nice. :)

also, the song is by stromae, who is cool as fuck. j'aime beaucoup stromae. le même gars qui nous a donné "papaoutai"!

the next episode is WHOA NELLIE. russian science jesus has gone nuts! also he turns into some evangelion robot and fights hobo genius zac efron because he's bad now or whatever. galaxy brain is bad, i mean. not hobo genius zac efron. zac efron is not bad. just....okay. definitely traumatized.

meth hair is in jail, but escapes, because this show wants to fuck with me and make sure that nobody solves problems like a well-adjusted adult.

AND THEN THERE'S A LESBIAN SEX SCENE WITH VI AND CAITLYN!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO!!!!!! LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO!

(we apologize for the inconvenience. the sound you hear in the distance is the sound of thousands of lesbians cheering. and also bisexual women, and sapphics in general. and ME.)

sure, it probably wasn't, like, a FULL sex scene. but i'd prefer it over the one in season 1, which was interspersed with clips of a literal explosion, if i remember correctly.

kind of surprising how quickly vi took her back, though. i mean, british woman was literally fucking the new coworker. LITERALLY. i'd see it as an abuse of position, but whatever. maybe i have it wrong.

the kid dies, and pow-jinx gets a haircut because she wants to blue-da-ba-dee-da-ba-DIE. too bad groundhog day junior won't let her.

more war and shit. i'm starting to feel real bad for politics woman (mel), even if she gets to be some sort of wizard now or whatever, which is cool. politics woman gets too much shit in this series.

british cop purple woman almost dies, but the new coworker dies instead because politics woman saves the day! cue blue bitch showing up in a Cool New Uniform™ and raining hell on all these motherfuckers like something out of a bible passage.

viktator science yahweh wants to turn everyone into darth vader, and i think that's hilarious when i type it out. he's already succeeded with himself and werewolf dad. but zac efron stops into and says "nah fuck that". what the actual fuck is going on?

and then everything gets really trippy again. what else is new???

then jayce says "all i want is my partner back." welp, i guess it's confirmed. we've got the second official gay couple in this show! i think. the real form of science man looks really fuckin' aged. like a washed up rockstar or some shit. like mark hamill in the rise of skywalker or something. jesus christ.

everything gets a million times more evangelion than before, which is saying something.

and then blue woman performs a heroic sacrifice for real, which legit made me want to cry.

rest in peace, jinx.

...so yeah, that's the story of live, laugh, lose everything.

i hope you all enjoyed my review, and lemme tell, i DEFINITELY enjoyed writing this. i really enjoyed watching arcane: league of legends, and although i'm quite sad to see it go, there's always the game.

i did NOT expect a netflix show that was based on a fucking fighting game played by basement-dwelling redditors to be this emotionally gripping. and i loved it. I LOVED IT!

if you've made it this far, thanks for reading this. i'm happy you've entertained my insanity. now go outside and get fresh air.