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neiptune · 2 years ago
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hi miss v!! 🥺 i hope you're having a wonderful day/night <3 this event is rly cute 🥺..,, could i request "you could be the one that i keep" and sanemi? thank you.,, giving u a little smooch.., <3333
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sanemi shinazugawa x you could be the one that I keep
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“I honestly can’t believe you” Obanai is not put off by your scowl in the slightest, if anything he’s fighting back a smile.
“I remember mentioning the night out”
“You never mentioned drinks being on Tengen” you hiss and this time he does smirk.
“Not our fault your man can’t hold his liquor”
His words light a fire in your stomach and you feel blood rushing all the way to your cheeks.
“He’s not—”
“Yeah, yeah, not yet because both of you are goddamn idiots” his gaze suddenly shifts from your eyes to something behind you.
“Hey” the greeting is soft, he’s always softer when he’s drunk “finally decided to join us?” you know he only has a hand on your shoulder to balance himself and you’re certain his lips feel too close to the shell of your ear only because he’s doing a terrible job at not tripping over his own feet.
“I’m here to drive you home” well, it’s not like you’re being any better at playing off your self-consciousness as annoyance.
You expect protests, outrage, a little tantrum even, but all Sanemi does is huff through his nose and glare at Obanai.
“I told you I’m fine” he slightly sways and the grip on your shoulder tightens.
“Sure you are” his best friend clicks his tongue and flashes him a smile “we’re gonna leave too in a bit and there’s only so much space in Kyojuro’s car”
The lie is so blatant is offensive, really. Sober Sanemi would’ve kicked his ass.
“Fine” drunk him sleepily mumbles instead, before he puts his entire arm around your shoulders “take me home, then”
Such simple words have your insides churning. Glaring one final time at Obanai, you walk past him and towards the exit.
As you navigate the crowded bar, Sanemi barely registers the hollering coming from the table he was sitting at until you showed up, his friends yelling for you to join them. He stumbles slightly against you, far too distracted by the fruity scent of your hair and the arm you have secured around his waist.
The breeze outside is cool. He actually knows he’s long gone from the way he can feel the thumping of the music from the bar right inside his stomach, from how breathing suddenly takes more effort. Must be why he stumbles forward until he’s leaning up against your car as soon as he spots the familiar honda civic, a soft laugh escaping his lips when he opens his eyes and sees the way you’re looking at him.
“M’okay” he assures, flushed cheeks and pale eyes “I apologize for being a nuisance”
It’s just that I feel I could swim through the sidewalk right now so I need a moment, he mentally adds.
You giggle and Sanemi forces his eyes to focus because he doesn’t want blurry vision to keep him from witnessing the beautiful way your eyes crinkle.
“What?” he asks, mirroring your smile by muscle memory.
“Nothing” you shrug and the oversized coat you’re wearing almost swallows you whole “I like it when you’re drunk and talk like that”
“Like what?”
“All formal and solemn” you giddily grin underneath the streetlights and Sanemi rolls his eyes. It’s a mistake, because his stomach contracts from a pang of nausea right away. He feels dizzy and hates the fact that you’re there just as his designated driver, he hates that the alcohol currently buzzing through his veins has him already reaching the stage where he’s about to throw up. He wishes you would’ve showed up when he was still two drinks in, the thinking about you enough to just fucking kiss you if you were here stage.
“Come on, let’s go” he’s having a hard time standing without swaying so you inch forward to open the passenger side door and help him climb onto your leather seat. You feel the warmth radiating from his body as you buckle him in and Sanemi has to dig his nails into his palms to keep his hands from grabbing you by the waist.
It’s a quick drive to his apartment, he rents a place close to downtown. He’s spent the entire ride in silence, just looking at you and being quick to turn his attention to the dash whenever you’d glance at him to make sure he was still awake. Right as you park before his apartment complex, Sanemi rolls down his window and just rests his head against the seat, eyes closed.
“We’re here” your fingers lightly drum on the steering wheel. He knows it’s the middle of the night and you’re probably aching to go back to bed already, but he wants this moment to last just a bit longer. Your perfume smells too nice and your voice is too gentle for him to simply get out of the car and crawl back to his empty flat.
“Nemi?”
“Yeah. I won’t fall asleep, don’t worry. Can we just stay like this for a second?” he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that you’re getting comfortable in your own seat. His heart swells with relief at your little sure.
“Wanna tell me how much you had to drink?” your tone is playful but he scoffs nonetheless, opening his eyes once more. To avoid looking at you, he pulls the latch of your glove box to the left to open it. Vehicle paperwork, receipts, $10 in quarters, a lipstick and…
“Can’t believe you kept this” he mumbles to himself as he takes the little keychain he’s bought for you at a fair so many years before, when you still barely knew each other and he already knew how big of a problem you were going to become.
“M’not like you, I keep everything” you smile.
Sanemi scoffs.
“I could keep you” he thinks to himself “you could be the one that I keep”
Thank god he wouldn’t dare speak those words out loud.
Or would he?
You let out a suffocated gasp.
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sayruq · 4 months ago
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Israel is also bombing Southern Lebanon
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coff3w · 1 year ago
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The Bola's gas masks.
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incorrectbatfam · 4 months ago
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batbusiness-schooldropout · 5 months ago
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Tim: You can't just run around here shirtless! Where's your binder!?
Jason: Shit! Where is my...... Did you forget I'm cis?
Tim:........maybe. It's hard not to when your tits are bigger than mine
Damian: You forgot too, idiot
Jason: Why don't you wait until you're taller than my tits before you run your mouth
Bruce: I will give you each $500 right now to talk about anything else
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egophiliac · 8 months ago
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roll out the red carpet guys we're going to the SHAFTLANDS
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mylittleredgirl · 1 year ago
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father’s day is funny in my family because my dad is so angry this holiday exists that it’s the one day of the year i am NOT allowed to call him. we are officially estranged for 24 hours a year. wishing him a happy father’s day is a declaration of hostilities.
and like he is a good dad with a good dad, there’s no traumatic backstory to this, he just hates The Man telling him what to do so much that it’s a personal affront that someone decided that anyone is supposed to feel a thing on a specific day or, god forbid, spend their hard earned dollars because shaving commercials tell them to. if a dad did his job right (be a good father who unconditionally loves his kids), his kids should love him 364 days a year but FUCK the 365th day to spite hallmark and gillette specifically and you know what. i respect it.
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p-oisn · 3 months ago
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   ✿‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥    ( ᵕ ᵕ  )    ♥︎ ♪。゚.
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💌ྀི。゚.  cupid,  what'd  you  do  to  me?  (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅)
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lieu-rey · 2 months ago
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feliz dia de la independencia un dia después<3
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leoleolovesdc · 1 year ago
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Tim rarely causes trouble, but when he does it's always a serious life or death kind of scenario
Duke is always causing trouble, but it's always the most absurd and silly situations you can think of
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sseulr1n · 2 months ago
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:¨ ·.· ¨: 𓈒⠀⠀ This Heart of Mine, 𓏸ㅤ۪ ︶ྀི
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`· . 𓈒 I entrust it all to You.. ᭢༘۠
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neiptune · 2 years ago
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Happy birthday V! Could you do sanemi + I know you like me? Have a great day :)
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sanemi shinazugawa x I know you like me
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You can’t help but wince when Tanjiro headbutts him, lips curling and brows furrowing in a grimace that, much to your embarrassment, has Shinobu chuckling. It feels like she’s always watching you when he’s filming a scene, especially if it’s anything involving any kind of violence or bleeding.
“It doesn’t really hurt, you know” she whispers.
“I know. I’m the one who has to make sure it looks realistic” you whisper back heatedly. She offers you a smile.
“Right”
But then it happens again, right as he slashes his hand open with a knife in front of Nezuko. You suck in a sharp breath and are unable to keep your eyes on the fat blobs of blood dripping from his wrist to the floor, devilish grin splitting his face not really enough to ease your nerves.
Rationally, you know it’s just the corn syrup you have prepared. You know the injuries on his body have been meticulosuly applied with your own fingertips, barely half an hour spent exchanging casual remarks about each other’s dark circles and asking informal questions about the other’s weekend. It was pathetic, really, the contraction your stomach responded with when he handed you the extra hot beverage he brought to his trailer. Black hazelnut coffee. It’s sweet, because he remembered it’s your favorite, it’s also expensive: you know that because he got it from that extra popular cafe downtown, where they don’t use syrups and hazelnuts are grinded in with the coffee.
As cliché as it sounds, the moments spent prepping him for his scenes are the best part of your day. He’s similar to his character in a way, equally stubborn, blunt, with brows often furrowed and a deep scowl distorting his features, especially when he has to be on set early in the morning. But he’s also completely different. Sanemi’s smile grows warmer throughout the hours spent between takes, lunch breaks and infinite amounts of caffeine. His eyes light up whenever Genya is around and although he usually makes a whole scene of huffing and puffing, in the end he always accepts to be part of his stupid tiktoks. He loves hanging out with people, is a great listener and the sweetest, most friendly person a fan of the show could ever run into.
Overall, he’s a very decent, kind, attractive person whose thoughtfulness shouldn’t stir anything in your chest and definitely shouldn’t have your palms feeling all clammy and disgusting in response to a simple smirk or a good morning mumbled with a big, warm hand lingering a few seconds more than what’s needed on your shoulder.
Well, perhaps you have a small, insignificant crush. You might feel infinitesimal pangs of jealousy whenever he’s locked inside his trailer with Kira, the costume designer, because she gets to touch him for hours on end. You may often wonder how it must feel for Kenji, the hairstylist, to run his fingers through that snowy locks each day.
“Cut!” the director seems pretty satisfied with the scenes they’ve rolled until now. He gives the actors two thumbs up and lands a few friendly pats on Tanjiro’s back. Izumi, the assistant director, approaches you to notify that Sanemi is going to film another gruesome fight scene. Genya, Gyomei and Muichiro are gonna need extra makeup to be applied as well, but their prosthetics are not ready yet and they’ve all asked for a short break anyway: Muichiro has to finish his homework, the other two haven’t had lunch yet.
“Have fun” Shinobu gives you a knowing smile as she noisily sips her taro milk tea. Although it may be unprofessional, you shoot her a glare.
“Stop it”
“Why? You don’t think your job is fun?” she innocently bats her eyelashes, to which you groan.
“Shinobu”
“I think it’s fun”
“What’s fun?”
You jump and Shinobu can’t contain her chuckle any longer, a sound so sweet that would have you smiling immediately on a different occasion. Right now, it just accentuates your embarrassment.
“Their job” she shrugs and Sanemi cocks his head, a small frown settling over his features as he looks at you.
“Ah, guess you’re tired. Sorry to be a bother, I didn’t think we’d film that scene so early”
Dumbfounded, you stare back at him for a few seconds. Always so clever, of course he’s sensed the sarcasm.  
“What? No, no. You’re not a bother, it’s my job to take care of you”
Perhaps you could have phrased that better. Nevertheless, the smile that splits his face is a reason good enough not to succumb to the abyss of awkwardness threatening to swallow you whole.
And so, back you are in his trailer, sitting in front of him, well aware of the fact that you’re soon gonna have to apply makeup all over his exposed chest. Still, you choose to start from his face.
“Was the coffee good?” he asks as you apply a thin layer of yellow cream to his cheekbone.
“So good” you smile “thank you”
“We should get another”
You hum distractedly, busy dabbing a layer of violet cream mixed with navy cream on top of the previous layer. Finally, you add pockets of maroon, keeping everything as asymmetric as possible to make it look realistic.
“Tomorrow is your day off, right?”
Finally, your fingers come to a halt as you slightly pull back to look at him.
“Yes?”
Cautious, he thinks. Pretty, too.
“So, coffee? My treat?” he’s offering a charming smile, one that has your pulse freaking out on the spot.
“Why?” surely it’s not the best reply one could come up with but, seriously, why would he…?
Sanemi laughs at your shocked expression.
“I know you like me” he has the nerve to shrug but is quick to make up for a cockiness that doesn’t quite suit him, nor the pinkish tips of his ears “I like you. And coffee. Seems only fair we do something about it, right?”
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sayruq · 9 months ago
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lemon-lime-behavior · 2 months ago
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Hell yeah
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incorrectbatfam · 3 months ago
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Dick: Viva La Vida defined 2008. I don’t remember anything else and I refuse to.
Tim: There was a financial crisis.
Dick: Sorry bro, can’t hear you, I think St. Peter is calling my name.
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Jason: What's got you both upset? Finally agree on something?
Damian: Yes, but not important, Father has decided to crack down on the "no swearing" rule
Tim: Some situations deserve a fuck or two ya know?
Jason: Just ignore him. That's what everyone does when he gets uptight about stupid rules
Dick: No no, he's been like this a few times before. Here's what you do; wait until he's doing his "I am the scariest thing in Gotham" interrogation bit. Then hit him with the silliest "Gee Golly" you can manage. He'll be begging you to swear by the end of patrol
Tim: Dick you're a genius!
Dick: Don't spread it around. It'll ruin my cover
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