#You dorky like goof

[banannabethchase]

💬 and Matt please. I love the way you write dialogue so am looking forward to reading these 😃

figfuigfuidg I'm all aflutter this is so sweet. My Matty girl. She's such a dork. I love her so unbearably much. She has the subtlety of a flamin' hot Cheeto, though.

“Look, if you like – someone, you have to tell them,” Matt insists. “He – they might be too stupid and obtuse to realize you like them back, so you’ll have to make the first move. Because that other person is dumb.”

[natalievoncatte]

It took four calls before Lena answered. It crawled across her side table, vibrating angrily like some persnickety insect until she gave it the attention she wanted.

You could just turn it off.

“What do you want, Danvers?”

Alex’s voice was thick.

“We can’t find Kara.”

Lena let out a slow, long, theatrical sigh. “So now you’re accusing me of crimes over the phone. At least your ex had the courtesy to cuff me in person.”

Alex’s patience was clearly short enough, and wearing thinner.

“I’m not calling you to accuse you. I’m calling you to ask for help.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because she’s burned out her powers and we can’t find her, Luthor. Supergirl is missing and she’s powerless.”

Lena licked her lips.

“Is this some kind of weird test to see if I’ll try to kill her? An entrapment scheme or something?”

“First of all,” said Alex, “fuck you.”

“Mutual,” said Lena. “What was the second part?”

“The second part is that I know you. I know you’re pissed off at her. I also know that you don’t react the way you’ve acted because your BFF lied to you, Lena. Just like I know that buying a $875 million company isn’t what friends are fucking for.”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Lena snapped.

“Right. Help us find her.”

“No,” Lena said, coolly. “Goodnight, Director.”

Lena stabbed the end call key with her finger, resolving to herself that L-Corp was going to release a smart phone that made it more satisfying to hang up on people.

Then she very pointedly did not go out looking for Kara. Instead, she boiled water for tea, and spread open a technical journal on her lap.

After ten minutes, she had not drunk the tea, and her attention was sliding off the abstract like the wrong end of two magnets jammed together. Rubbing at her eyes, she decided she’d had too long a day for even light reading, and decided to enjoy a news broadcast with her tea.

Of *course* the lead story was Supergirl. She tried putting on the Lakehawks game, but that had been preempted for Supergirl coverage.

She turned to the science channel. Oh, of course they’d decided that tonight was the night to premier some ridiculous companion documentary for the World of Krypton exhibit running downtown at the convention center, and of course Lena works tune in right as Kara appeared on screen, grinning ear to ear as she charitably gave some literal kid reporter the interview of her lifetime, fielding softball questions about her dead planet.

“What do you miss most?” the kid asked.

Lena saw it, saw it the way only someone who knew Supergirl was just Kara Danvers, the nerdy, dorky, kinda basic goof in a pompous costume, could. The flash of real pain in the hero’s eyes, the softness in her voice, like she was apologizing for the honest of her answer.

“Red sunrises,” said Kara.

Lena threw the teacup across the room, and it shattered across the screen, leaving the dregs tricking down the surface. Lena wished the TV had been knocked out, but the screen was shielded by a transparent aluminum she’d invented herself.

So she changed the channel, just in time to get a face full of The Princess Bride, just as Buttercup was shoving a then-disguised Westley down the hill as he shouted the line the revealed his identity.

“Oh fuck you all,” Lena muttered, as she scooped her keys from the kitchen counter.

Lena decided it was a night for subtlety, so she took the BMW, driving with the top down and and her phone in her jacket pocket, so she could feel it if someone called.

Lena drove for the better part of an hour, reflecting on the absurdity of simply looking for Kara in a sprawling city; National City had about two thirds the population of Metropolis, but it covered nearly four times the land area and was surrounded by sprawling suburbs that extended the entire metro area to the size of a small state.

This was hopeless, unless Lena knew where to go.

You know what you have to do. You know what you’ve always had to do.

Kara answered on the third ring.

“Hi.”

Her voice was tiny and small, and Lena felt like she was clutching some small fragile thing to her cheek.

“Hey,” she said, with all the softness she could muster with the top down. She pulled to a stop on the side of Ocean Avenue so she could soften it further. “I heard what happened.”

“I beat the monster.”

“I know,” said Lena. “You always do. Where are you, Kara?”

There was a beat of silence.

“I don’t know who out you up to this, but you don’t have to do it, Lena. I know how you feel about me now.”

No, you fucking don’t, Lena thought, before she could silence her own frantic mind. If you knew you wouldn’t have lied to me.

“Tell me where you are.”

“I’m where I belong,” Kara sighed, the hint of slurring in her words hinting that she’d been drinking.

Then she hung up.

A wave of anger welled in Lena’s chest, and she clenched her teeth, seizing the shift lever to throw the car in drive and head home; Kara and her sister could handle their own bullshit.

She didn’t drive home.

Lena arrived at the convention center in a frantic five minutes, parking crazily in a towing zone. Finding a way in took another few minutes, and soon the flat soles of her tennis shoes were squeaking as they echoed across the polished granite floors of the lobby.

She found Kara in the exhibit, surrounded by quiet, dark displays as she stood in front of a bannered exhibit proclaiming “RAO, THE SUN OF KRYPTON”.

Kara ignored Lena as she approached, tipping back a sloshing, mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels to take a hearty gulp.

“Kara?” said Lena.

Kara swayed slightly on her feet. She’d gotten a raincoat somewhere and put it on over her suit, cape and all, and even from a distance she stank of whiskey. She was staring at the display in front of her, an expansive orrery surrounding a lit model of Rao. Lena had never seen her so haggard, even her lustrous hair limp sallow.

“Hi,” Kara said, taking another drink.

“What are you doing?”

“Chasing a red sunrise.”

Lena approached slowly, until they stood side by side.

She stole a quick glance. Kara had a black eye and she was swaying slightly, and Lena wasn’t sure if it was from the booze or the fight. She started to take another drink.

Grasping the bottle by the neck, Lena took it from her. Kara didn’t resist as Lena tipped back a long pull on the bottle herself. It offended her palate in every possible way but one, but it was a good way to numb herself.

“Alex send you?”

“No,” said Lena. “She just had to tell me. She knew I’d send myself.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s a lot more observant than you are.”

Kara studied her for a moment, then reached for the bottle back.

Lena looked at it. “How much of this have you had?”

“Not enough,” said Kara, taking another drink.”

“If you insist on destroying your liver, at least let me give you something that actually tastes good.”

“It all tastes like paint thinner,” said Kara.

Lena sighed. “Get in the car.”

Kara shrugged and followed Lena out, flopping extravagantly in the passenger’s seat. Lena drove in silence, using the excuse that the wind noise made it too hard to talk.

When they arrived at Lena’s apartment, she practically shoved Kara inside, and poured the rest of the swill down the drain.

“Hey,” Kara muttered.

“There’s still some of your clothes in the guest bedroom. Take that damned suit off and put on something else.”

Kara complied, trudging into the bedroom. She emerged a moment later, looking small and sad with her hands tucked up inside an oversized hoodie, wobbling giving Lena a glassy look.

As she sat down, Lena handed her a glass of wine and perched on the edge of the couch cushion beside her, gently pressing an ice pack to her eye. Kara leaned into it and let out a soft, unsteady sigh.

“Pain hurts,” she observed.

“It’ll do that.”

Then she went quiet, sinking into Lena’s couch with Lena’s ice pack pressed to her face. Lena stepped into the kitchen and pulled out her phone. Alex answered immediately.

“I have her.”

“Thank God. I’ll be over to get her in a few minutes.”

“No you won’t,” Lena sighed.

Alex didn’t answer her for a too-long pause.

“Yeah. Call me in the morning.”

“Will do.”

Kara had found the wine bottle when Lena came back, and was taking a drink form it. Lena sat down next to her and took it, drawing on it hard before passing it back.”

“What now?” said Kara.

“Is the ice still cold?”

“Yeah.”

Kara curled up next to Lena, bringing her legs up, her toes wiggling in empty air. Lena sighed and found her a blanket, spreading it over her too carefully.

As soon as Lena sat down, Kara spread the blanket over her, too, and Lena noticed that her absurd body heat hadn’t abated from the loss of her powers.

“You have tea on your TV,” Kara observed.

“Yeah,” said Lena.

It took her a few minutes to find something on television that wasn’t Supergirl or The Fox and the Hound.

(Fucking seriously?)

Nature documentaries were Kara’s kryptonite, to turn a phrase, and soon she was sleeping on Lena’s shoulder, the ice bag fallen into her lap. Lena stared down at the soft features of the surpassingly lovely little goddess snoozing against her and couldn’t help it anymore.

She started to weep softly, her shoulders hitching as she struggled to stop it, knowing the attempt was hopeless.

It got worse when Kara began to purr, a deep and soothing rumble in her chest that seemed to seep into Lena’s bones. After a moment she realized that Kara was crying too; she’d woken up.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lena. I can’t… I can’t breathe I’m so sorry. I lost my red sunrise. I can’t lose you too. I’ll do anything. Please let me make it up to you I promise I will, please.”

Lena shifted to a more comfortable position, known this was it for the night, that something had shifted. No, shattered. She was tired of being angry, of being afraid, if thinking of could-have-beens and come-what-mays. Yes, Kara had lied. Lena had lied. They’d kept secrets and been stupid and and they’d hurt each other, but nothing in the world, no principles or closely held rules or petty anger would justify watching her suffer like this.

She was careful as she cupped Kara’s jaw, avoiding the injury, feeling a flash of rage at whoever had done this to her. (That his ass had been throughly kicked by an angry Kryptonian was irrelevant; her vengeance would not be forestalled.)

The kiss was quiet and gentle, at once too soft and quick, more request than declaration, and Kara swiftly answered with one so fierce and honest and hopeful that Lena didn’t care that Kara’s mouth tasted like whiskey and wine.

When it was over, Lena found herself whispering, “As you wish.”

[inbarfink]

I mean, I (and others) did predict Fionna coming to the realization that ‘Simon being Ice King again is very very bad actually’ via watching IK’s old tapes - in a thematic reversal of Holly Jolly Secrets…. You know, Finn learned to like Ice King more after learning about Simon Petrikov and who he used to be, Fionna learned to like Simon Petrikov more after really learning about Ice King and who he used to be. 

But the thing that really stuck with me about how the show pulled it off is how… tame that video was. Compared to what the audience knows about how terrible Ice King could get. 

Most of the video Fionna saw was Ice King goofing off, with just the last clip giving her a tiny little taste of how prone he was to fits of anger and extreme misery

She didn’t get to see the videos of Ice King crying for literal hours on end, she didn’t get to see him throw tantrums that make him a legitimate danger for those around him, I don’t think she actually knows he used to kidnap and stalk women on a regular basis - but that’s okay, because she didn’t need to. That tiny little taste of Ice King’s misery and pain was really all she actually needed.

Because it really speaks to how little she actually understood of the Ice King’s situation before. How much seeing that one little clip of him back in “Prismo the Wishmaster'' gave her such a totally wrong impression of what Ice King was like

that just seeing him yell at Gunter and cry once is enough to make her totally reexamine all of her preconceived notions about him.

And it really speaks how despite her sometimes-childish attitude, Fionna really possesses a lot of emotional intelligence. Both in how quickly she correctly gauged that Ice King’s behavior in the last clip was a regular thing for him and probably not even his worst moment and that his anger was yet another expression of his being 'super-sad'

And how clearly her Second Thoughts about the Crown Plan didn’t start when she saw Ice King yell - they started when she saw how despite working so hard on getting himself Cursed again, Simon still couldn’t bear the idea of watching videos of Ice King’s ‘Good Times’.

Because as much as it was important for Fionna to really know Ice King in order to fathom just how terrible the Crown Plan was, it was also equally important for her to really know Simon as well.

When she was so dismissive toward Simon’s plight in the Prismo episode, and when she so eagerly and thoughtlessly jumped on the Crown Plan - she really knew nothing about either facets of his identity. She only got such a quick clip of Ice King actually in a good mood, and all she’s seen of Simon was him at his lowest point - rude, dismissive, screaming at her face, literally considering letting her whole world burn in his own depressive spiral. 

It’s only after they reached Farmworld and officially started to work towards the Crown Plan that Fionna really started to know who Simon Petrikov is when he’s not at rock bottom. That’s when she learned how intelligent

And dorky

And kind

And comforting 

And fatherly 

And a silly little hopeless romantic for his GF

he is. 

And they became real friends and she really grew fond of all of these things about him. So now, watching clips of Ice King… it takes her some time to process it, clearly, but it also bothers her how little of these traits that she likes about her friend and he likes about himself she can see in the crazy old Ice Wizard.

Seeing also how mad and sad he could be was just what clinched the deal for her, the last excuse she could find for why it was okay (“Maybe he really was happier like that?”) gone.

And that also relates to her more general anxieties about the Crown Plan from farther in the same episode.

Now that she’s seen how much being infused Magic changed Simon… It's no wonder she’s so worried about how Magic will change her and Cake and all of her loved ones.

And it’s not a totally unfounded fear. We’re still not exactly sure how bringing Magic back into Simon’s brain will affect Fionnaworld - but it will most likely work the same as it did the other way around? When Fionnaworld first lost its magic? So that will mean not only the people and the world will change physically, but their memories and minds will also be altered as if they always lived in the Magical World and never in the Mundane world Fionna remembers.

And that will kinda make them into different people. Gary Prince and Prince Gumball feel like the most obvious comparison. One is a literal god-king who seems to have at least a bit of the old Bubblegum Hubris problem

The other is just a humble little put-on Barista trying to make it big

Becoming Prince Gumball again would be in some way the ultimate fulfilment of Gary's dream - not just a Pastry Mansion but a whole Candy Kingdom! But... it would also mean giving up on all of the memories and experiences of ever having been Gary Prince. And... it's at least worth considering if it's worth it.

We know that Change doesn't have to be all bad, Cake the Cat will testify to that

I'm sure that from her perspective, having every bit of her memories wiped and replaced is worth it if she can keep her mind and ability to speak.

But Fionna's little Storytime with Simon, I think, really gave Fionna a look to how much his reminiscing is important to him

and really gave her a glimpse to how much people's history and memories effect who they are, and seeing this and seeing what ‘turning into a different and more magical person without your original memories’ did to Simon Petrikov

It’s really no wonder it makes Fionna worried.

[babyleostuff]

hi! how are you doing? i hope you’re having a great day :> can i please request boyfriend joshua? ty🤍🤍

hope you have a great day as well! here is your joshua request <3

JOSHUA AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member that I haven't done yet, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 certified husband material (shocker)

𓆩♡𓆪 you doesn’t even have to ask him, he’ll help you with your chores either way 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you’re sick or unwell, he doesn’t let you leave the bed and does all the chores by himself, not letting you lift a single finger 

𓆩♡𓆪 he loves cooking for you, but most importantly he loves cooking WITH you 

𓆩♡𓆪 it’s one of his favourite ways of spending time with you - being domestic together 

𓆩♡𓆪 because despite all of the hustle and bustle due to his job, he has you by his side to keep him sane 

𓆩♡𓆪 is the softest with you, he always has this little smile on his face when looking at you 

𓆩♡𓆪 never raises his voice at you, not matter how angry or annoyed he his (he can’t even imagine raising his voice at you)

𓆩♡𓆪 he just doesn’t see the point in screaming at each other and having big fights, when you can simply talk things out like normal human beings  

𓆩♡𓆪 he would rather spend his time loving you and spending quality time, than having screaming matches 

𓆩♡𓆪 always has his arm around your shoulders or around your waist, when you’re in big crowds of people 

𓆩♡𓆪 Joshua wants you to feel safe with him and he won’t risk losing you

𓆩♡𓆪 usually his go to type of affection is hand holding 

𓆩♡𓆪 it’s low-key and not that noticeable, but you are still next to each other, holding each other close 

𓆩♡𓆪 and he can gently run his thumb across your knuckles 

𓆩♡𓆪 he also loves to give and receive cheek kisses 

𓆩♡𓆪 you just woke up? Cheek kiss. You have to leave for work? Cheek kiss. You visit him at the company? Cheek kiss

𓆩♡𓆪 gets quite shy when you kiss him though, but it only makes him even more adorable 

𓆩♡𓆪 even though he is not the most affectionate person out there, he never declines your affection

𓆩♡𓆪 if you come up to him and hug him, he always hugs you back. If you kiss him on the cheek, he always kisses you back. If you sit next to him on the sofa and put your hand on his thigh, he covers your hand with his

𓆩♡𓆪 he wouldn’t allow you to think that you’re clingy or “too much”

𓆩♡𓆪 always gives you his jackets, when he notices that you’re cold 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if you decline, he will find a way to give it to you 

𓆩♡𓆪 one of the few people (except for the boys) whom he feels like he can be his true, dorky self 

𓆩♡𓆪 does the most random and questionable things out of the blue 

𓆩♡𓆪 and even though most of the people would be like ???, you always join him in his silly actions 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s one of the reasons why he fell so hard for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 you never judge him for his behaviour and character, you accept every part of him

𓆩♡𓆪 you’re the couple that people turn to when they need advice or guidance 

𓆩♡𓆪 because despite you’re goofy nature, you’re also very mature and you are the best with balancing those traits 

𓆩♡𓆪 so you are like the therapist couple, even though 90% of the time you’re not really sure what you are doing 

𓆩♡𓆪 Joshua always adds “but I don’t really know, though” at the end, just in case 

𓆩♡𓆪 you become his passenger princess, period

𓆩♡𓆪 drives you anywhere you want, no matter how much you convince him that you can drive alone (except for when you REALLY want to drive somewhere, he will let you do that of course)

𓆩♡𓆪 being part of the vocal unit obliges him to sing to you before bedtime (not that you mind)

𓆩♡𓆪 sings you “Sunday Morning” if you’re in a bad mood, because he knows it always makes you laugh when he sings it 

𓆩♡𓆪 will make a goof of himself to see you laugh or even smile 

𓆩♡𓆪 because there is nothing more precious to him than your smile and happiness 

𓆩♡𓆪 a bit cliche, but I feel like he’s the type to pull you by your waist and start dancing in your kitchen at 2 am

𓆩♡𓆪 you rest your head on his chest or shoulder, while he has one of his hands stroking your head and the other on your waist 

𓆩♡𓆪 while soft tunes of your favourite tracks play in the background 

𓆩♡𓆪 and it’s all illuminated by the moonlight 

𓆩♡𓆪 (a girl can wish)

𓆩♡𓆪 will always make you feel like you’re the most special person on the planet

your messages <3

[boydepartment]

idk who but imagine ______ shamelessly shouting from across the room (better if there were people) that he loves you and since you’re embarrassed and don’t notice him he then starts to shout why you’re not saying it back 😭

HEESEUNG OR SUNGHOON. im leaning towards heeseung.

this man LOVES to embarrass you in goofy ways like that. remember enha was in poland and they told heeseung to fix the umbrella by running super fast and HE DID??? EVEN THO THERE WERE PPL THERE?????

i just know he’d love to be like, “y/n i love you :)” and when you get shy in public and just smile at him, you see a slight mischievous glimmer in his eyes and know it’s OVER FOR YOU.

almost immediately he’d raise his voice (in a goofy endearing way) like, “Y/N DO YOU NOT LOVE ME?? MY HEART!!!!!! ITS SHATTERING!!!!!” probably getting on his knees and grabbing your hands

heeseung loves to goof off and act dorky around you, it’s his love language :3 i stand by that

[sydsaint]

My silly commentary man <3

Summary: Pat is present on the commentary team when his gf challenges Rhea for her title belt.

It's eerily silent in your locker room as you break open your brand new gear from it's plastic cover. This is it. It's WrestleMania. And you've got Rhea in a title match.

You get dressed in silence, allowing yourself time to compose yourself. You and Rhea are scheduled for the start of the show, which is in less than 20 minutes.

"Okay. You can do this, YN." You stare at yourself in the mirror of your vanity. "You've beaten her once. You can do it again." You assure yourself.

You spot the locker room door creak open in the mirror and swivel around just in time for your boyfriend to step inside the room.

"Wow." Pat lets out an almost shakey breath. "YN, you look...wow." He shakes his head and shuts the door behind him.

"Awe, Pat. What are you doing back here?" You ask him. "Shouldn't you and Michael be headed down to the commentary table by now?" You glance at the clock on the wall.

15 minutes until kick-off.

Pat nods and crosses the room at a stride. "Michael's out in the hall waiting for me." He explains. "But I couldn't go out there without coming to see you one last time first."

"Awe." You coo again. "You are the sweetest man in the world, I swear." You gush as Pat leans down to hug you.

"Aww, well I try." Pat chuckles. "Are you ready for this title match? Because you certainly look ready." He grins at you. "I know you were feeling nervous earlier on the ride over here. But I just wanted you to know that I believe in you, alright. And so do the fans." Pat grabs your hand gently from your lap.

You nod, trying not to let any doubts seep into your mind at the last minute. "I'm ready." You assure Pat. "I've got the worlds best hype-man in my corner. How can I lose, right?" You tease him with a laugh.

"Exactly!" Pat beams. "Go kick some ass out there, baby. I'll be rooting for you!" He leans back down again and plants a sweet but firm kiss to your cheek.

You giggle and nod, eyes fixed on your dorky ass boyfriend as he disappears back out into the hall. Silence falls over the room again and you have time to do one last check before one of the backstage hands comes to retreive you.

Down at the commentary table, Pat and Michael finish up their intro for the show just as Rhea's music hits. The champs struts out to the ring looking confident as ever with her title slung over her shoulder. Pat remains relatively quiet, looking to Michael to do most of the work for Rhea's entrance.

Pat's uncharacteristic silence switches on a dime as soon as your theme music hits. Michael laughs as Pat hops to his feet and begins cheering and hollering like an idiot.

"Pat, come on." Michael lightheartedly chastizes his partner. "Sit down so we can get to the match." He gestures for Pat to return to his seat.

In the ring you drink in the cheers from the crowd as Samantha Irvin announces yours and Rhea's names. You see a few fan signs for you in the crowd, which is a nice confidence boost. But the biggest boost to your confidence comes from the commentary table. You have to stifle a laugh and remain serious despite the fact that you spot Pat making a fool of himself at the commentary table cheering for you.

Pat Mcafee is widely known as a goof and a bit of a stooge. But he's your stooge. And you'll be damned if you don't love that dorky ass sweeetheart of a man to death.

The bell rings, and your match with Rhea starts. The ensuing battle is brutal. Rhea is so much larger and stronger than you, so you've got to work twice as hard to keep up with her.

"Come on, YN!" Pat cheers for you from the commentary table. You can barely hear him over the crowd, but you know he's there. "Don't let Mami get you down!" Mcafee shouts.

After a merciless battle, you manage to work Rhea down to the mat. Rhea hits the mat, and you rush to the corner of the ring. You make the climb up the ring post and glance over at the commentary table.

Pat jumps to his feet, wires and cables bouncing up with him. "Do it, YN! End it!" He shouts.

You turn back to the ring and hit your signature moonsault. The maneuver hits Rhea spot-on, and you waste no time grabbing her leg for the pin. The referre counts to three, and the bell rings accompanied by the roar of the crowd.

"Yes!" Pat roars and turns to Michael. " She did it! She beat mami!" He shakes Michael's shoulders vigorously. "THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!" He adds before ripping off his headset and flying toward the ring.

You are handed your belt and step out onto the apron. Pat rushes over to the apron with his arms held out so you hop down and into his arms.

"I did it!" You laugh hysterically.

"You did it!" Pat repeats you. "I told you that you could do it, sweetheart!" He hugs you tightly.

You wrap your arms around Pat's neck and beam at him. "I couldn't have done it without my best cheerleader." You kiss him.

"I love you." Pat muses and sets you back down to your feet. "Your new WWE woman's champion! My girlfriend! YN LN!" He raises your hand up in victory.

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Body Modification | Xu Minghao

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Xu Minghao x Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: A drunken confession to your best friends leads to you getting a tattoo from the prettiest man you've ever seen, and a loud mouthed best friend gets you a little more than you bargained for

WC: 3.5k (I literally don't know how this happened)

Warnings: tattoos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), Minghao has several piercings (including a tongue piercing), slight degradation if you squint?, Minghao is bold and loves eating pussy, mentions of marking

A/N: Yeahhhhh there's gonna be a part two to this because when I tell you that this was just supposed to be the opening to the real idea I had...and then it got long and well overdue so forgive me for that heh

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You did stupid things when you were drunk, this wasn't new information for you. And yet somehow you always gave in when your friends asked you to come out with them. You were beginning to rethink that now as you sat in the waiting area of a tattoo parlor, fidgeting hands clasped in your lap.

It was a dumb slip up after mentioning that you'd always wanted to get a tattoo. Your friends got all excited, insisting that you had to do it, that you'd look so hot with a tattoo, that you needed to step out of your comfort zone or you'd end up becoming an old hermit who never did anything but sit in your house and watch dramas. The last one stung a bit, you had to admit. But the real nail in the coffin was Mingyu announcing that he'd texted his tattoo artist about setting up an appointment.

And see, it wasn't that you were afraid, you were just...unsure about making the life-long commitment that came with getting some random man's art printed on your body forever. Especially when it was going to hurt the whole time. You were about a second away from just chickening out all together, turning tail and leaving the shop when your name was called. You looked up, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. It was just the receptionist, bleach blonde hair with the longest legs you'd ever seen. He smiled, and it put you a little bit at ease. After all, he'd been nothing but sweet when checking you out.

"Minghao should be just about ready. I'll walk you back." He said. You nodded, getting up to follow him back as you nervously fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore. Easy access, Mingyu had said. "To your thigh for the tattoo!" He'd added after a solid smack to his arm from Wonwoo.

You tugged it a little lower. Maybe it had been a bad choice to get a tattoo in a place that would leave so much of you exposed to a complete stranger. You didn't have time to overthink it because the man in front of you slowed to a stop, knocking on the door in front of him before swinging it open.

The inside wasn't exactly what you'd been expecting, there were a few plants carefully placed around the room, and the music that was playing was nothing like the intense atmosphere you'd been picturing. There were pictures hung up over near a small desk, grinning faces and dorky images of a group of friends goofing around in various settings, and a stuffed frog sitting in the corner of the desk with a miniature birthday had strapped to his head. You smiled.

But the most unexpected part had to be the man sitting on a rolling stool in front of a tray of only slightly intimidating materials. He was breathtaking. Dark hair swooped in front of his face where he was leaned over, and you could see the glint of metal speared through his eyebrow. He was long and lithe, one arm covered entirely in absolutely beautiful tattoos that spiraled and swirled against his tanned skin.

"You must be Y/N." He said, finally looking up from what he was doing and taking the black gloves off of his hands. He stood, shaking out his hair and letting it frame the most beautiful brown eyes you'd ever seen. How the fuck had Mingyu never mentioned that his tattoo artist was a walking wet dream?

"Yeah. Yup that's me. Minghao?" You guessed, shifting your weight to try and relieve the tension that was now tightening through your body. He nodded again. His smile was merely a polite curl of his lips before he turned to the other man still lingering to make sure the both of you were good.

"You know, you're supposed to wait for an answer when you knock on a door." He said, and you saw the teasing glint in his eye as the blonde rolled his eyes and muttered something about Minghao being behind schedule and trying to save his reviews. "Thank you, Jun. We're good here. Right?"

He looked at you and you nearly shivered, but you managed a nod and a tight smile.

"Yeah. Good." You agreed. Jun seemed more than satisfied with that, telling Minghao to grab him if he was needed.

"Hop up here, get comfy." Minghao said, motioning towards the leather seat. You carefully settled yourself into it, letting your legs stretch out and your head tip back against the headrest. You could feel your heart hammering all the way in your stomach, nerves beginning to overtake any coherent thoughts that had been in your mind before. "Nervous? Mingyu said you might be. But I promise you're in good hands."

You laughed weakly.

"Yeah I didn't exactly expect to do this. But my friends didn't give me a chance to argue. So here I am." You said.

Minghao turned to face you again, brow furrowed for a moment.

"You can back out if you want. I won't charge or anything for the appointment. I don't want you to decide to do this just because you were pressured into it. And I can tell Mingyu off if you want me to. Could be fun." He said. Your stomach fluttered at the genuine tone of his voice. Still you shook your head.

"I can't, they'd never let me live it down. And I really do want the tattoo. I have for ages. I'm just kinda scared. Never been good at commitment." You joked. And, thankfully, Minghao laughed quietly at your comment.

"Okay, might as well get it over with, then. Which leg are we doing?" He asked, and you patted the one you'd planned out. He nodded, rolling himself into place and bringing the tray over where he needed it. He was relaxed as he explained the plan.

"Okay, can I touch you?" He asked, his hand hovering above your thigh and you swore you could feel the want burning you from the inside out. You nodded again, and he smoothed his hand carefully over your leg, up your thigh until he was stopped by the hem of your skirt. "Gonna move this, okay? Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

He pushed your skirt up, guiding you to move a little bit so he had better access to the spot he needed to get at. Once your upper thigh was exposed, he laid the stencil he'd made over your skin.

"You gotta tell me exactly where you want it. This is the part where we can change things up. But once I start inking there's no going back, yeah?" He looked up, eyes dark and intense.

"Understood." You said. "A little bit higher, I think? And just a little to the- yeah, right there." You said finally, and he hummed. You brought your hands back, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible while he was laying the stencil out onto your leg.

The process of him preparing the tattoo gun was terrible, anxiety flooding through you as if you would drown in it. The buzzing made you jump, and you barely caught the flash of amusement that flicked across his face.

"Alright, we're gonna get started now. It's gonna hurt a little, but I know that you can take it. Just a little pinch. And if you want to take a breather, just let me know, okay? I'm here for you, so don't feel pressured to power through." He said. You swallowed and agreed quietly. You watched as he started up. The pain wasn't as bad as you'd imagine, though it was taking a lot of focus for you not to flinch away from the particularly bad stings.

It was mostly quiet as he worked, occasionally interrupted by one of you asking the other a question or commenting on the music that was playing. He had good taste, you learned, you had similar music tastes. He'd been tattooing since he finished school, and he'd done some of his own as well. And he had more tattoos than you could count on one hand. You could see the several on each ear, the one in his eyebrow, one in his nose, and the one that adorned his tongue (which you tried really really hard not to stare at when he spoke), but you couldn't see the others and you'd be lying if you said your mind wasn't racing at the idea of him having his nipples pierced.

"We're halfway done," He said finally, "You're doing fucking amazing, knew you'd be perfect for me." He said, wiping over the spot he'd finished. You tipped your head back, stifling a tiny whimper at the way he talked to you and trying not to let your thighs clench. You cleared your throat before looking down at the work he'd done.

"Woah," You said softly. He sat back, a proud look flickered in his eye as you examined his work, dark ink swirling into the shape of a cherry tree branch in full blossom arching just below your bikini line. "It's amazing. I can't believe it."

"Glad you like it. Do you want a snack? Something to drink?" He asked, taking a moment to stretch. You admired him as he did, the lean muscles that flexed in his arms.

"Uh, some water would be nice." You admitted, and he got up, striding to the mini fridge to pass you a water and grabbing his own iced tea. While the both of you took a little break, you pulled out your phone, sending the group chat between you and your friends a series of scathing, vicious texts berating Mingyu for not giving you some sort of heads up about how sexy your tattoo artist was.

The rest of the appointment went smoothly, something you were eternally grateful for considering the very precarious situation you were put in. You had completely soaked through your panties, you had no doubt, and if you moved just right you were sure that Minghao would be able to see the wet patch from where he was working. Hell, his knuckles were a few inches away from it, and you kept imagining what would happen if he moved just a little closer. If he touched you where you really wanted him to instead of just the spot on your thigh that he was very professionally focused on.

The session had ended with him wrapping the tattoo up carefully and giving you an instruction packet on how to care for it and his card. You eyed his personal number that was printed at the bottom for a moment before slipping it into your wallet.

"I want you to come back in about 5 or 6 weeks so I can make sure it's healed okay and see if it needs any touching up, okay?" He said, reaching a hand out to help you up. You took it, letting him pull your weight up easily and then letting it drop to smooth over the fabric of your skirt as if that would iron out the flustered energy that you were filling the room with.

"Okay, yeah. I'll see you then. Thank you for everything, you're amazing." You said. Minghao grinned then, his tongue poking out to play with the metal bar running through it for a moment before he pulled it back.

"Anything for you. I look forward to seeing you next time."

You made your follow up appointment on the way out, Jun giving you a mischievous smile as you said goodbye.

After that, you spent a truly humiliating amount of time thinking about Minghao. First when you got home and your hand found it's way between your legs to deal with the mess you'd made there, then again every time you'd peek at the mark he'd left on your skin, something even deeper than any mark you'd ever taken before, and you could only imagine how delusional you could become if you let yourself.

Every day proved a challenge as you watched it heal, cleaning it carefully just like he'd instructed and admiring the art you'd become a canvas for. It was everything you'd wanted it to be and you were endlessly amazed that anyone had the skill to make dreams come to life. Although if it was Xu Minghao, you supposed that it made sense.

The weeks passed slowly, and while you never forgot about Minghao, the constant knowledge of how easily he got you worked up with a few innocent words and the press of his hands against your thigh faded to the back of your mind. Work took precedence, and spending times with your friends who you did not in face throttle for sending you in blind. All in all, your life seemed to have moved on.

But as you returned several weeks later for the follow up you'd scheduled, it all came rushing back. The reminder that Minghao would be seeing you, that maybe he'd touch you, that he'd be so focused and so kind, it hung heavy over your head and settled as a warmth in your core.

It wasn't Jun manning the desk this time, instead some mildly intimidating woman that you didn't know who walked you back and knocked on Minghao's door. She waited until it opened, an agonizing few seconds before he was in your sight, and the moment you saw him it all came rushing back. Your body felt like it was overheating, and you didn't miss the deliberate, slow way his eyes scanned you up and down. He tipped his head, reaching up to mess with his hair.

"Y/N. Welcome back. Did you miss me?" He was teasing you, and your laugh was breathless and nervous as you smiled.

"Course I did. Why else would I come back?" You asked. And for a brief moment you considered getting a whole lot more tattoos if it meant getting closer to him, spending more time bantering and learning the parts of himself that he didn't reveal right away. Hell, you might even be convinced to ask him to pierce you somewhere.

"Come in, I've got it from here, Chaer." He said, a hand on the small of your back guiding you into the room and closing the door fully behind you. He hadn't done that last time, leaving it just a little bit ajar in case anything was needed. The new vulnerability that being shut in a room with him brought made you a little nervous.

Minghao took a moment to get prepared, settling down on his stool and gesturing for you to get comfortable in the same spot you'd been in before.

"So, how's she looking? Do you like it?" He asked, motioning to the barely visible ink poking out from under your skirt - a different one than before, one that made you feel a little more confident. You beamed.

"It's perfect. I think it's all healed up." You pulled your skirt up with a load more confidence than you had before, and you heard Minghao take in a small breath, his lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before he was reaching out to touch you. He wasn't wearing gloves this time, just brushing his bare fingertip along the edge of the art.

"Look at you. It looks great, healed perfectly. You must be a good listener." He said, tipping his head up to look at you, and the darkness in his eyes made you shiver as you nodded slowly.

"I like being good. Have to take instructions well." You said softly, and you saw Minghao swallow. God you wanted him so goddamn badly. He squeezed your thigh.

"Don't close them." He said, startling you a little as he took the first step across the line. Had you been clenching them? You hadn't even noticed, too distracted by the hungry look in his eye and the throbbing between your legs. "I saw the way you looked at me last time. Mingyu said you think I'm hot. Called me a walking wet dream, is that right?"

You swallowed as his hand slid towards the inside of your thigh, pulling them wider apart. He watched you intently as your head tipped back, breath coming out as a shaky gasp for a moment before you were looking back at him. He tipped his head, clearly still waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, that's what I said." You answered, barely above a whisper. But even so, with just the two of you in the room and the music so quiet in the background, it echoed in your ears. He chuckled, lips curling just a little, and you damn near whined his name. "He wasn't supposed to tell you that."

"What? Like I couldn't see you getting all wet for me last time. Practically had your skirt hiked up around your hips. Took fucking everything in me not to touch you." He admitted, slowly pushing at your skirt to get it out of his way. "But you'll let me touch this time, right? Make you feel good. Gonna take such good care of you."

You nodded, a needy whine slipping past your lips. Minghao tutted, mumbling for you to use your words. You huffed, and he gave you a warning squeeze to your thigh, blunt nails digging into the soft flesh there

"Please, Hao. Want you to touch me." You gave in, and he gave an approving nod before pushing your thighs apart and knocking your skirt easily out of the way. How long fingers found the edge for your panties, teasing along them before slipping under the flimsy fabric to feel your dripping folds. He was slow as he dragged his fingers through the mess he'd coaxed out of you, coating his fingers in your arousal before pulling them away to slide your panties down your legs.

With your lower half finally bare for him, he took a  moment to appreciate the sight, but only a singular moment. Then he was pushing your thighs apart and burying his tongue between your folds, lapping like a man starved at your arousal. The sudden feeling of him eating you out had you choking on a wail that you were certain anyone else in the building could hear, but he didn't seem bothered by the thought one bit. If anything he was spurred on, humming appreciatively as his lips wrapped around your clit.

You carded your fingers through his hair, revelling in the unfamiliar feeling of cool metal rolling against the underside of the bundle of nerves. He knew exactly how to utilize it, the perfect pressure dragging against your clit followed by light suckling that had your hips lifting up towards his mouth.

He slid a finger into you, never pulling his mouth away as he pumped it slowly into you. He was careful, experimental, desperately trying to find every spot that would draw out those pretty little sounds from your mouth. He slid a second finger inside, scissoring them open carefully and making you hiss.

"Hao, please." You nearly whined, hand tugging at the dark locks of his hair, not sure whether you meant to be pushing him away or pulling him closer. He hummed against your pussy, burying his tongue as deep as he could alongside his fingers, your clit bumping against his nose and making you bite down on the back of your hand to keep from wailing loud enough for the entire city block to hear.

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, leaving your thighs trembling and your breath coming in quiet gasps. He kissed over your thighs, carefully lapping up the mess of spit and cum that had smeared on your skin, all the while running his fingertips over the ink he'd left on your skin. His phone buzzed on the table next to you, and he sat back, wiping the wetness on his chin away with the back of his hand and reaching to grab it. He read the message, lips curling into a small frown.

"I have a client that just scheduled for 15 minutes from now." He said, looking up at you with that same disappointed look. "I wasn't done with you yet."

His words make your lips part, a small, flustered laugh filling the quiet before you found your words.

"What time do you get out? We could grab some takeout and eat at my place. Finish this after?" You said. You sounded much more confident than you had anticipated, especially given that you had just been ravished by the man like you were a five course meal from a Michelin star restaurant. Minghao smiled even so, and the pale pink that tinted his cheeks made it hard to believe what he'd been doing only moments prior.

"Yeah, I'm off at 8. I'll see you then?" He asked. You nodded, making a mental note to thank Mingyu after you throttled him for spilling your secret boy talk. But maybe having a loudmouth best friend wasn't always bad.

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[pizzaqueen]

For day five of @steddie-week for the prompt ‘established relationship’ / 715 words of Eddie goofing off at bedtime / rated G or T

After I wrote this, I thought it could be fun as part of a 5+1 established relationship kind of thing where either one or both of them are annoying/bratty/goofy but ran out of time, so here’s this one for now! Maybe one day I’ll do some more and compile them

“Okay, time for bed.” Steve stands, stretching his arms above his head, spine popping.

Eddie mourns his warmth, resenting the cold space beside him on the couch. But, still he says, “Ugh, no.”

“You can stay up if you want.”

“Noooo.” Eddie slumps over, face-first into the couch cushions. They’re still warm from Steve, but it’s a poor substitute. “I’m too tired to go to bed.”

There’s a great sigh from above Eddie and Steve says, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I don’t want to move.”

“Fine, see you in the morning then.”

“You’re not going to just leave me! I thought you were a gentleman.” Eddie turns his head to look up at Steve. He’s got his hands on his hips, his shirt is riding up revealing a very appealing strip of stomach, and his hair is all mussed. “Carry me,” Eddie adds.

“Carry yourself.”

Eddie makes an unhappy noise and rolls off the couch, flopping onto the floor and holding out one hand.

“Oh my god,” Steve says, “you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” He grabs Eddie’s hand, tugging, but Eddie doesn’t stand. “Do you want me to carry you or drag you?”

“Mm.”

“Jesus Christ.” Steve huffs and tugs again, dragging Eddie a few inches. “You’re gonna get rug burn.” He stoops down, hooking his arms under Eddie’s—“That tickles” “Shut up”—and then he groans and says, “Nope, I’m too old for this,” dropping his grip on Eddie and turning away.

But Eddie says, “Okay, okay, I’ll get up,” and Steve turns back. He raises a brow at Eddie’s outstretched hand, but he takes it, shaking his head with a small smile when Eddie lets himself be pulled to his feet.

Eddie immediately leans forward, draping himself over Steve, almost dead weight.

“Dude,” Steve says, even as he wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist, breathing in deeply. “I had an easier time getting the neighbors’ kids to bed when we looked after them that time.”

“You promised to tuck them in and tell them a bedtime story.”

“Is that what I need to do with you?”

“Well,” Eddie says, “it wouldn’t hurt,” gently biting Steve’s jaw.

“Okay, if you’re a good boy and stop messing around, I’ll tuck you in and tell you a bedtime story.” Steve bumps their noses together. “Deal?”

“Throw in a piggyback?”

“Fine.” Steve turns in Eddie’s arms, grunting as he hoists Eddie up onto his back. “We’d get to bed a lot quicker if you walked.”

“This is more fun.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve says, but there’s fond amusement beneath his griping. When they get to the bedroom, Steve turns and deposits Eddie on the bed, groaning when Eddie pulls him down with him. He rolls off of Eddie and lies beside him. “Okay,” he says, “I’m going to brush my teeth.”

“Not yet.” Eddie hooks his leg over Steve’s, stopping him from getting up.

“Come on.”

“Kiss me first,” Eddie says, moving over Steve and pressing kisses all over his face.

Steve squirms, but he’s smiling, and he kisses Eddie back, which only encourages Eddie, until Steve pushes a hand in Eddie’s face and says, “Oh, you definitely need to brush your teeth.”

“Hey, my breath is like a spring breeze!”

“Yeah, downwind from a dump.” Steve grins, tongue between his teeth.

Eddie frowns, pulling back to check his breath. “Smells fine to me.” He pokes Steve in the side. “And your breath doesn’t exactly smell like a rose garden right now.”

“Whatever. I’m just saying, oral hygiene is important, okay?”

“That might be the dorkiest thing you’ve ever said. Like, it’s so dorky I can’t even make any of the obvious jokes.”

“I literally don’t care.” Steve wriggles out from under Eddie. “And brush your teeth, or don’t, but when they fall out, don’t come crying to me.” He starts to move away but Eddie grabs him again. “What now?”

“I promise I’ll brush my teeth if you cuddle with me first.”

“We can cuddle after.”

“C’mon,” Eddie says, “just five minutes.”

Steve’s lips twitch. “Just five minutes,” he says, lying down again, “but you’ve forfeited the bedtime story.”

“You know what,” Eddie says, pulling Steve close, and wrapping his arm around his waist, “I think I can live without it.”

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I'm thinking about season one Steve, again. He never gave me the preppy popular vibe to me. I knew people like Tommy and Carol in high school. They weren't popular. They were outcasts who sat away from other people and exhibited gross weird behavior like propping their nasty feet up on the table. In season one, they mention that the game is about to start, but if Tommy and Steve were on the team, shouldn't they already be ready, you know? Maybe it was a different game. Did they ever actually say that he was on the basketball team, or is that something we just assumed? I know they said he was on the swim team. And I know that they showed him playing basketball in season 2, but that didn't necessarily mean he was on the team.

Anyway, I think because Steve was rich with good hair, nice clothes, and good with the ladies that people thought he was this asshole jock who bullied people. I mean, occasionally, he would show up to parties and show off his keg king skills, but for the most part, I think he was as much a loner as Jonathan was. He had two friends, and that was it. People called him king, and so with that title came the expectations of knowing everyone. Everyone wanted his attention, even Robin, but they never even bothered to try to get to know him. They just put that ball into his court. For the most part, though, I think he was this dorky outcast who just wanted to goof off with his friends and wanted so badly to stop feeling lonely even when he was around other people. I think he stopped feeling lonely when Dustin came into his life. Anyway, I just think what people know about Steve is just assumptions that they made about him like they made about Eddie. I like that in season 4 that Eddie admitted he made that assumption about Steve, that he was wrong, and that he told Steve that he was a good dude. It's why I love Steddie so goddamn much. Not even Robin said it out loud. I mean, I love platonic Stobin, but I hated it when she said that he was such an asshole for not paying attention to her in class. I mean, I get that she was jealous because of Tammy, but come on, does that mean just because he was popular that he has to know everyone in the goddamn school? In a way, though. I do like it because it shows that Robin isn't perfect, and I think later she sort of realizes it in the bathroom, but I don't think she ever apologized out loud for making that assumption about Steve like everyone else does. She also did say that people like her also wanted his attention. There was just something about Steve. I mean, yeah, he is a bitch but I love that about him but then again so is Robin, so is Eddie. I think that's why I always have them hanging out because, in a way, they're so much better for him than Tommy and Carol ever were. There's not this expectation of being perfect or being popular and Steve can be as bitchy as he wants with them because they'll bitch right back. It's their love language. To sum it up, Steve was an outcast in his own way. He just had a big house, rich parents, and women wanting to be with him. And I'm just really tired of Steve having to keep apologize for that. He apologized for the theater thing and what he said to Jonathan, and then he risked his life for them. He has nothing to apologize for anymore. People keep making him do that in fanfictions too, and it's so annoying. There needs to be a Steve Harrington apology tour in season 5 where everyone apologizes to him instead of the other way around.

[crossovershipstournament]

SEMIFINALS: Max Goof (Disney)/Yakko Warner (Animaniacs) VS Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)/Jevil (Deltarune)

Propaganda for Max Goof/Yakko Warner:

I just like them. I think its cute. Romeo and juliet vibes because theyre from different studios, Disney vs warner brothers. They're both funny, dorky guys, and they bring out the best in each other. Plus only child vs overworked older child turned parent is a really good dynamic too.

YAX SWEEP

#YAX SWEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

#yakko x max opened my third eye #this needs to be a thing

Cameo of Max's VA expressing approval of the ship~!

#YAX SWEEP #LETS GOOO

#yax propagandists ASSEMBLE

#yax sweep #they deserve it

Ok I keep forgetting to submit my own Yax propoganga but I have put so much thought into them.

They have the same sense of humor, we literally see them tell almost identical jokes. They’re both such dramatic showoffs and they both are schemers, they're both the brains of their group (friends v family)

They’re complimentary.

They’re foils.

Beause Yakko isn’t as open with his emotions, he’s more sarcasti. But Max has been truthful about what he feels since Goof Troop. It's there on the surface and he communicates and understands in ways that would be SO good for Yakko. They're two sides of the same coin. They are opposites but they support each others weaknesses. Yakko wants so badly to make people laugh, and it’s so important to him to do so. His self worth is connected to it, but Max doesn’t like his laugh and suppresses it. It practically writes itself. So yeah, there’s all the fun WB/Disney forbidden lovers, but it works off a dynamic that would already work really well. That's why I like them so much

Propaganda for Dimentio/Jevil:

#JEVENTIO MADE IT IN!!

They’re both insane clowns, they both have purple and yellow in their colors, they both (if you make it to Jevil’s fight) make an effort to kill the player, there’s so much in common.

Silly little guys who kill

CLOWNS

#JEVENTIO SWEEP #I love my chaotic bastards

#JEVENTIO

#GET THOSE CLOWNS TO THE TOP OF THE BRACKET #CMONNNNNN

#as the number one jeventio fan i order ya'll to vote jeventio #PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS #I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M SEEING THE SHIP GET RECOGNITION THO THIS IS INSANE

#yay for the clowns!!! #I hope they win this!!

#please vote jeventio!!! #it's a lot more fun!!

#JEVENTIO SWEEP!! #two chaotic clowns is a match made in heaven!!

#JEVENTIO SWEEEEEP

#JEVENTIO?!???? #GO FOR THE CLOWNS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND #spm 🤝 deltarune (having a singular goofy jester. they’re in love btw) #manipulative evil bastard who almost destroyed the ENTIRE MULTIVERSE #x chaotic little ball whos fully convinced you’re all trapped and doomed #also they’re both non-binary. if you even care

I really feel like Jevil and Dimentio would level each other out well! Sure they’re both villains, but that doesn’t make their ship any less sweet!

#GO GO JEVENTIO! WIN WIN WIN!

#VOTE JEVENTIO!! just because something is chaotic doesn’t mean it’s any less loving!!

Art Credit: Max/Yakko art by @/doodle-poofes Jevil/Dimentio art by @/kannra-orhara

[autisticlancemcclain]

thank u @zenstrike for the tag <333333333 i see ur mic and i'm elated about it

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

185! but i haven't updated in like a week and a half so we're probably closer to 190

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

556,104. i am very excited to watch it jump up when i finally finish my longfic teehee

3. what fandoms do you write for?

literally just voltron lol. well not counting baby me's wattpad lol. i started writing almost two years ago and just went ham basically. i've been intentionally avoiding things that i know i will get hyperfixated on bc i don't want to stop my writing obsession lol

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

ooooou i'm excited to check. i know it's changed quite a bit over time. i usually sort them by hits!

i will grind you to sand (beneath my louboutin heels) [voltron, 2573 words]: bamf lance fic where i give him a revolver and let him go ham basically

mr. snuggles [voltron, 1656 words]: one of my very earliest fics! lance, lover of weirdo animals, finds a demonic cat-sized spider and adopts it despite his friend's freakouts

he might not look like he gets bitches (but honey that dick was eleven inches) [voltron, 1136 words]: this one is so dorky lol but it's just secret relationship klance coming to light in the most embarrassing possible way

does anyone know where the love of god goes (when the waves turn the minutes to hours) [voltron, 4283]: a canon divergence au where lance is a seer and convinces the skeptics on his team of his abilities by ending the war

this is the part of me that you're never gonna ever get away) [voltron, 3262 words]: a lance & shiro hurt/comfort with a small autistic lance character study! i'm very proud of this one

5. do you respond to comments?

i definitely do on tumblr! it's one of the first things i do when i wake up actually. on ao3, though...i'm pretty sure i have about eight hundred unanswered comments sitting in my inbox 💀 it's an ongoing issue

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm almost sure it's this post-game show lance leaving fic, because i got comments and asks for weeks begging me to write a happy ending lol. but this fic from the hana universe, from when keith is little and shiro is fighting for custody and they haven't figured things out yet. that one is sad. this dream pov adashi fic is also sad and has no happy ending bc, you know. shiro is in space and adam thinks he's dead and everything. my loneliest series is also still in progress and as such there is no happy ending. and this is my earliest angsty-ending fic with MCD

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh god pretty much everything i write has a happy ending?? if i’m being serious?? frankly i don’t do a lot of linear plot. i just write Scenes that are vaguely connected. BUT my h2o fic had a plot that ended happily, as did my cowboy fic, but truly i’m more of a slice of life kinda gal. all my active wips are plot-driven, though, and i plan for all of them to end happily.

8. do you get hate on fics?

oh god yeah. i get it on brown eyed lance, autistic lance, adhd keith, allura just in general (are you sensing a pattern), my refusal to use readmores, and lately just some demands for me to write differently/more?? most of it is just funny so i post it to goof on it lol, but some of it i just delete and pout about until i forget about it 💀

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yes and it’s nasty and i will literally never ever post it. although i guess i’ve written some softer stuff that’s more allusion than anything, like in my loneliest series.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not anymore, but i did when i was a kid?? i think i wrote a pjo/hoo/divergent/the mortal instruments/homestuck/a bunch of other shit fic when i was 13. i’ve successfully blocked that era out of my mind tho so i’m not sure. i do a lot of insane aus, tho. i wrote a fic based off a country song written in the sixties. so.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i’ve had people write continuations of my wips?? which i didn’t rly like. i just ignored it.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

someone has asked me about translating a fic before! haven’t heard anything since tho.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i have tried. i’m not very good at it. i have very Specific ideas about things and can be very controlling, so it’s honestly better that i don’t lol.

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

klance, easy. been in the trenches of this goddamn fandom since i was 13 years of age. it’s been a Journey.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

god, the butterfly effect. i get people asking me to update all the time and i genuinely feel bad, because i have absolutely no ideas or plans for it. i might try to come up with an ending of some kind?? but i wrote that like two years ago, so i have changed a LOT about my writing since then.

16. what are your writing strengths?

dialogue and humour, i think. and sometimes writing lack of emotional communication (if that makes sense — i like to try and write around an emotion).

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i over explain a lot. and i overuse dialog ur tags sometimes. i have a Very Specific scene playing out in my head and i want everyone else to see it like i’m seeing it, which is my downfall a lot. i’ve been trying to work on implicit stage directions.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i think sometimes it’s necessary? it can be a good tool for humour, like with cussing that can’t be achieved in english. but while i understand and read several languages i have always always struggled to speak or write in them. it’s very frustrating so i often avoid the subject entirely lol.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

i’ve been writing fanfic in my head since before i knew what it was, but i started typing things at around 11 when i used to homestuck roleplay with my friends lol. messy messy times.

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written?

oh i am my own target audience. i have several.

i need a man (who’s patient and kind): keith-centric post canon (divergence) fic where lance takes him to his family and keith is good with kids and just keith being loved is the whole point. always.

what if i lose it all: an alternate universe where lance, as a baby, loses both his parents, and then is raised by his oldest siblings. in luis’ pov.

when does a ripple become a tidal wave (when does the reason become the flame): brogane fight & angst canon divergence post season 6; covering shiro’s guilt complex and keith’s unwavering loyalty

he’s into superstitions (black cats and voodoo dolls): halloween verse with witch lance and vampire keith! i have barely spoken about this au on here but rest assured i’m thinking about it all the fucking time

the applebee’s universe: modern au with young keith and lance learning how to love each other

ceilings (plaster): non-linear dream-like fic that’s just so trippy and strange i’m obsessed with it

if the sky comes falling down (for you) there’s nothing in this world i wouldn’t do: a keith character study about how the biggest bleeding heart in the universe loves

the hana universe: brogane-centric universe as their family starts rocky and grows

thank u again for the tag zen <33 open offer for anyone else who would like to hop on!!

[urhoneycombwitch]

I love Rockstar Eddie (or any Eddie really) where he thinks he's so cool and tough and hot shit and reader just puts him in his place. Not even like an enemies thing just like... if he likes to bite, reader will bite harder you know?

yeah yeah yeah!!

I tend to favor the “been with him from the start” reader x rockstar!Eddie cuz you know him so well. your dorky goof of a man is glowing under this new celeb spotlight and taking it like a champ but also he’s got so many yes-people in his life now and needs to be humbled by someone who knows him better than anyone

he’s trying on a bunch of different jackets for the concert later in front of his team and everyone’s hyping him up, even this ripped leather metal-studded monstrosity gets a bunch of “oohs” and “ahs”

he stalks over to you in the corner all cocky, struttin’ his stuff in front of a room full of paid staff, thinking you’ll be helpless to his charm in the new duds, waggling his eyebrows at u and asking “whatcha think?”

what he’s not expecting is you leaning in to kiss him chastely, then pulling back to whisper “that’s the ugliest coat I’ve ever seen 🥰”

he blinks and scoffs and does another lap around the room and then catches sight of himself in the mirror and realizes you’re right. who the fuck uses rhinestones as buttons.

he shoots you finger guns from across the room after ripping the offending material off his shoulders. *ken voice* “right as always 😎”

[uneditedidiot]

london boy - jamie tartt x reader

london boy

jamie tartt x gn!reader

Summary: series of moments where you and your boyfriend jamie share a love for the song ‘london boy’ by taylor swift. may include some fun karaoke moments. also, phoebe makes an adorable appearance in an ice cream shop.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: language (cause duh - it’s Jamie Tartt), fluff, Phoebe being adorable, karaoke dorkiness

A/N: Idk why, but for some reason, the thought of someone singing this song AT Jamie just kept sticking in my head and yes, yes, I know he’s from Manchester, but it sounded so cute. Also if it wasn’t clear, I’m a massive Taylor Swift fan so I had to throw in some love for Taylor, too. 

The first time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy by Taylor Swift, he couldn’t help but smile. 

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and you were dancing around in his living room, the tv blasting the song from the spotify app. He had gone off to grab his phone from another room in between board games and came back to find you singing this song at the top of your lungs and dancing enthusiastically.

He grinned and leant against the doorway with his arms crossed as you sang loudly,

“And now I love high tea, stories from uni, and the West End.

You can find me in the pub, we are watching rugby with his school friends.”

You spotted him just watching you and pointed at him as you continued your serenade, slowly dancing your way over to him. 

“Show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride,

Babe, don't threaten me with a good time!”

You slung your arms around his neck, still singing, pretending to act out the lyrics. His hands found the small of your back.

“They say home is where the heart is,

But God, I love the English!”

You pretended to swoon in his arms, making him laugh wholeheartedly. He spun you around as you continued to sing the lyrics. You both made your way to the middle of the room to have more space to dance and goof off.

“You know I love a London boy

I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

So I guess all the rumors are true

You know I love a London boy

Boy, I fancy you!”

You kept pointing at Jamie throughout the rest of the song whenever the words ‘London Boy’ continued repeating. 

When the song was over, he wrapped you in a giant bear hug and kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“I like to think that song is from me to you, Jamie,” you told him softly as the next song began.

He pulled back a little with a slightly amused smirk on his face. “Babe, you know I’m from Manchester, right? I ain’t from London.”

You rolled your eyes, your tone deadpan. “Wow, really? How would I ever know?”

Jamie laughed. “Alright, alright. It’s very sweet of you to want to sing that song to me.”

“I just feel like it fits us well,” you replied. “You know, when I met you, we were in London. You lived here and I was new from the States.”

His smile grew. “Like I said – very sweet. But not accurate.”

You smacked his chest playfully. “Whatever. Let’s do another game. Uno? 7-Up? Ooh – how about I crush you at Mario Kart?”

The second time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was at an ice cream shop while the two of you were babysitting Phoebe.

“What do you think sounds best, Pheebs?” you asked as the three of you peered into the glass case if ice creams on display.

The little girl was thoughtful. “Hmm…well I think strawberry sounds awfully good, but that straciatella does, too. What do you think, Jamie?”

“You’re right, those do sound good, but I’m a bit of a cookies and cream man, meself,” he said.

Phoebe gasped. “That sounds delicious! Can we all get matching ice creams?”

You laughed. “Three cookies and creams on cones? Or do we want bowls?”

“Only fuckin’ losers get ice cream in bowls,” retorted Jamie. “Waffle cones, obviously.”

Phoebe cleared her throat, smirked, and held out her hand. You nodded your head at him towards her outstretched palm.

“Pay up, Tartt,” you giggled.

He begrudgingly took out a pound note from his pocket. “Well what I said is true. No denyin’ it.”

Phoebe shrugged and she folded the money gingerly and placed it in her little plastic purse. “But Jamie’s right – waffle cones are the only acceptable way to eat ice cream.”

The employee made their way over to the three of you. “What can I get you?”

“Three cookies and cream ice creams on waffle cones, please,” ordered Jamie. “And can we get rainbow sprinkles?”

“You got it,” confirmed the employee.

Jamie stood patiently and waited for your order as you led Phoebe over to a table by the window. In the background, he heard the faint lyricism of Taylor Swift and recognized the song immediately.

“So please show me Hackney,

Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street,

Just wanna be with you

Wanna be with you.

Stick with me, I'm your queen,

Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath

Just wanna be with you.

Wanna be with you

Wanna be with you…”

He turned to see you singing the song quietly to Phoebe, who was shimmying in her seat with you. He chuckled lightly at the sight, knowing how much you loved the song and, of course, how much you had liked singing it at him.

He had to admit – it was a good song and quite catchy.

At the table by the window, you were explaining to Phoebe why you loved Taylor Swift so much. “And now she’s re-recording her first seven albums and re-releasing them.”

“That’s amazing!” exclaimed Phoebe. “Does Jamie like Taylor Swift, too?”

You turned your head to smile at Jamie as he paid for the ice creams. You admired his profile, cheeks going slightly red.

“He’s not as familiar with her songs as I am, but yeah, he likes Taylor.”

“Can I have some help with the ice creams?” he called over to the two of you.

“I can do it!” cried Phoebe. She raced over to Jamie, grabbing two of the cones from him. Walking carefully and keeping her eyes on the frozen treats in her hands, she brought you your serving. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, Pheebs,” you smiled. She smiled back.

As Jamie took his seat next to you, Phoebe couldn’t help but ask him, “Do you like that Taylor Swift song that was just playing?”

He eyed you with a warm fondness, then turned back to the little girl. “Course I do. Especially when this one sings it to me.” He nudged you playfully with his shoulder.

“I wonder if Uncle Roy likes that song, too,” Phoebe speculated aloud. She licked her ice cream with a thoughtful expression, smearing sprinkles across her nose.

The third time Jamie heard you singing along to London Boy was when the whole team was out doing private karaoke in a club after a winning match.

He wasn’t much of a singer himself, preferring to be in the limelight on the pitch and not on the stage, but that didn’t stop him from signing up for a solo.

Bumbercatch had just finished a gut-wrenching performance of My Heart Will Go On, which moved many to tears…from laughing at his dramatic rendition. The whole team burst into thunderous cheers, applauding and screaming.

Isaac, who had deemed himself the host for the night, took his duties very seriously. “Thank you, Bumbercatch, for that incredibly beautiful song. And now, please welcome to the stage, the king of the pricks…Jamie Tartt!”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Jamie turned to you, grinned, patted your thigh, and stood as the rest of the room yelled in encouragement. He bounded onstage and took the microphone from Isaac.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said. “Now this number goes out to my favorite person. Enjoy the song, babe!”

He pointed at the DJ and you gasped in recognition.

Jamie smirked at you as he said the opening lines of the song in his Mancunian accent.

“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter.

Uh, you know, just riding in London.”

“You’re fucking JOKING!” you laughed. Your mouth still agape, Jamie began to sing.

“I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal.

And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey.

But something happened, I heard him laughing,

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent.

They say home is where the heart is,

But that's not where mine lives…”

The rest of the room began singing along, but your voice was the loudest. You and Jamie never took your eyes off each other. You knew he had learned it just for you.

It was quite an impressive show. Jamie certainly knew how to work a crowd. He’d gotten every single person in the room to wave along with him during the last chorus.

When the song was over, there was an absolute uproar. He’d smashed it.

Isaac took the mic back and Jamie rushed over to you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The rest of the team whistled and cheered. 

Neither of you listened as Isaac called up the next performer.

“You learned that just for me,” you grinned.

“Duh,” Jamie grinned back.

“My London boy,” you laughed.

“Yours,” he agreed.

And then you danced together as Rebecca absolutely SMASHED a rendition of Love on Top by Beyonce, both of you screaming the lyrics and singing to each other.

But London Boy would always be your song.

[tinyspiderbeat]

Flip!Gwen Stacy Headcanons

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- Gwen is a very sweet caregiver! She isn’t entirely sure on how the stuff works because she’s only like- 16? This stuff can for sure be confusing!! Lovely is trying her hardest though!!

- Sits with her littles on her drumset making silly songs up with them, holding their hands and the drumsticks and showing them the right stuff while smiling like a goof. (Gwen is dorky idcidc)

- absolutely terrible at bedtimes, she always wants to spend more time with you and play games!! Hobie definitely does poke fun at her for it but it’s not sooooo bad.

- When she’s not being a caregiver, she is a super rowdy and playful little- almost like Miles but not quite!

- her favorite thing to do with Pav, Miles, and Hobie is play tag!! usually they run around whoever’s dimension is the safest at the time. (mostly Miles’!)

- She never spends time in her own dimension regressed, scared of what her dad will think or how he’d react. Because of this she mostly regressed around Spidey HQ! Following Jessica around like a little duckling and listening to her with wiiideee doe eyes!

- Back to the caregiver hcs, Gwen isn’t totally about rules, nor is she really about bringing her littles anywhere dangerous. She would panic if anything ever happened to anyone she’s close to and her littles are not exempt from this at aLLLL.

- Doesn’t really call her littles nicknames, nor does she honestly like to get called them- “Gwenny” both in and out of her little/cgspace work for her!

- Always shares candy and food with her littles, it doesn’t matter how much sugar you had that day unless you get waaaaay too hyper she’ll try to restrict your intake a lil bit. (Even though she’s on her 6th soda of the day and counting.)

[tf2-thevictorandthewarden]

the mercs dancing headcanons

🕺Group headcanons: they LOVE moshpits. come on. they get crazy on those. |🕺| Scout set up Just Dance one day and most of their initial reactions was negative because toxic masculinity, but they VERY quickly got into it and now it's a monthly contest. whoever wins holds the month's greatest dancer title (probably has a goofy ridiculous name that they take pride on having). |💃| they argue over music choice sometimes, but they can all agree on disco.

⚾Scout: this guy has a lot of energy. he dances at least once at every party/event with music. sometimes he dances to silence. he's the kinda goof to jam to random beats like the laundry or the microwave or someone's phone ringing. he dances pretty hip hop (my headcanons aren't very historically sensitive, but techhhnically hip hop is around the tf2 timeline) and knows a lot of different moves. he's very hype to watch. he has a big smile on his face while he dances but often makes chad faces and flexes because it gets to his head. if a hispanic song comes on he pretends to know how to salsa that shit up perfectly, but if you look past his annoying ego, he's not actually half bad at it. lots of footwork. dances to all music that has a beat fast enough to keep him engaged.

🦝Soldier: he? moves in a way that can be considered dancing?? LOL they aren't dance moves per se, but he does grin and "yayyy" and clap and bounce. he copies others' dance moves. he loves gimicky easy dances. he ALWAYS joins the others when they invent some gimicky dance move like "the grave digger": someone laying and two shoveling dirt on him. "car wash": one is a car and others are the spinning columns lol. likes "being told" what dance moves to do basically.

💣Demo: if sober, he mostly throws himself on the dancefloor if somebody else is already there. wait lol in what circumstance would Demo be sober at a party lol. if not he is more goofy and forward. the most creative with the gimmick dances. his dance moves aren't very precise he's mostly just moving with the flow, and having lots of fun. gets goofy a lot, jokes around a lot and makes everyone laugh. very fun guy to party with. he and Scout mostly make others feel more comfortable getting loose. usual drink in hand dancer. moves his pelvis a lot lol he has no shame with his crotch. folk music gets him HYPE. cheers and yells and rough houses. dances to a good 70% of the music. mostly dad music.

🩸Medic: omg he is just- so dorky in such an endearing way. my man moves like a quirky puppet. he dances both in feminine and masculine ways. your girlfriend can't do that /lh /j. it isn't extremely energetic. if particularly hype/drunk/celebratory tho, he VOGUES the house down boots, come on. drink in hand dancer. honestly he fantasizes about doing drag shows and one day that he has time he just might. omg he likes slow dancing! he dances to upbeat songs, or romantic songs with Heavy.

🐻Heavy: he dances more than you'd think. it's not the primary thing he does at a party but he does enjoy shaking it off a little. pretty chill dance moves, very much like a dad. there is a secret unwritten rule that Heavy must give foot to starting a Kazotsky Kick. if another merc wants to start it, they always look toward Heavy grinnning until he starts and they all follow. a Kazotsky Kick starting is always a hype event, same with a conga.

🎯Sniper: dances lankily. lmao. he NEVER danced when first meeting the group. EVER. he would anchor himself on the seat and no pushing or teasing from Scout move him. "i just don't. dance." took him a very long time to warm up, veeery slowly started moving more and more. it is rare to see, but when he does join he has a good time. doesn't last long either. he just prefers sitting and watching and chatting :) if he is under certain influences tho he has MUCH less shame and gets more creative. probably has a couple instances he danced in the forest or a campfire night in this way. he really likes the gimick dances he laughs a lot at them. dad rock and glam rock and funk. oh he exclusively dances to songs that match his energy very specifically. (autism)

[triplesilverstar]

A first time for everything

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, fluff and humor, P in V sex, biting, tender sex, first time, fingering, Smut, cream pie, cock warming, multiple rounds

Word count: Roughly 4.3K

A/N: Part 13 of the series. Well as the title says, Vash is about to pop his cherry. Enjoy.

Sitting on the bus and facing Vash, the small chess board you’d found weeks ago between the two of you. Your third game since the two of you had sat down, and it looked like once more, Vash was going to win. His rook capturing your bishop, sending you a quick grin, and you ran a hand down your face. “Yea, you won this round too. I surrender.” Voice flat as you ruffle your hair, but you aren’t bothered by losing so much, it’s been a fun way to pass the time. “Wanna play again?” A cheerful grin on his face while he leaned against his prosthetic hand, his elbow on the back of the headrest. “Do we have time? I thought we’d be pretty close to the next town by now.” Holding one of your hands in the other, as his head turned towards the front, eyes appraising something. “Eh, I think we’ve maybe got half an hour or so.” 

“That is not enough time for you to kick my butt. Again.” Another grin and you both work to get the pieces back inside the board before packing it inside his bag once more. Going back to watching you and leaning against the seat. 

The slightest bit of his lower lip while he takes in your profile, from the curve of your nose to the shape of your lips, all while you’re unaware staring forward out the front bus window. A slow roll of your shoulders and it hits him out of nowhere, reaching out to intertwine the fingers of one of his hands with your own. Pulling your attention back towards him with a soft smile “you look like such a dork when you smile like that.” 

Vash rolling his eyes at that but refusing to let your hand go “very funny. Maybe I should stop looking at you so much then if it makes me look like a dork, I can’t help that I smile like that because of you.” You have to admit while his words are dorky they still have you blushing, and his delivery with his words so soft and low. More like the two of you were in a private room and not a bus. Feeling the faintest blush growing on your cheeks, and watching something shine in his eyes. 

“Yea well I know that feeling. You big goof ball” trying to bring your racing heart back down to normal. It still surprises you how the muscle in your chest can beat so rapidily so much at the words he says. Hell at the looks he sometimes sends you when he thinks you aren’t watching him, but damn. When people used to talk about getting butterflies you thought it was an exaggeration, now you sure as hell know better. “So. Have you been to this town before?” Trying to continue on your path of keeping the topic more public and your interlaced hands hidden from view, not that you’re ashamed of Vash. Far from it. More so the whole, Vash doesn’t want an extra target tacked onto your back that would put you in more danger then you already were. 

“Yea. It was a long time ago though, so most people shouldn’t remember me.” His eyes shifting downward and his smile fading into a frown, a hint that to you means last time he was in this particular town things had not gone down well. Probably chased out of town for his bounty or if it was before his bounty was issued then the bad luck that seems to follow him everywhere. 

“Well. If they do, we’ll just hightail it out of there.” Smiling as you watch him, even if his shoulders have dropped “after this bus ride my legs are nice and recovered if we need to run for it.” Trying to keep your tone light and smirking at him, a light scoff out of the blond and a shake of his head. 

“Fingers crossed for the first option where they don’t” inside you agree. It would be easier if they don’t, and while you are ready to run, you’d like to sleep in a bed again tonight. Still feeling sore from being shot in the shoulder a few days ago. Nothing had broken skin, your jacket’s padding taking most of the damage but the lingering muscle soreness was starting to get to you a bit. The bruise might have healed, but the tenderness alway lasts a few days longer.

As the bus pulls into town and you and Vash depart, no one seems to really notice either of you slip from the vehicle and into town as you make your way towards an inn attached to a saloon. 

At the saloon again no one seems to notice you and no eyebrows are raised, or at least no one notices Vash. You still have a few whispers that follow you wherever you go and your one of a kind rifle. It doesn’t take long until both of you are making your way upstairs with a room key and stepping inside the room. 

“That looks like a nice bed” eyebrows raising as you take in the very plush looking double mattress and frame in the center of the room. Oh yea. Your shoulder is going to like that tonight. 

“I thought we could splurge a little.” Feeling his arm wrap around your middle now that both of you were out of sight and your bags removed. “I know your shoulder is still bugging you and after turning in that bounty it’s not like we don’t have the cash to cover the cost.” He is right, and you are anything but surprised that he noticed your discomfort. 

“Well good idea then.” Spinning around a little so you're facing him and looking up into his soft baby blues, pushing his shades atop of his messy blond head so he can’t hide behind the mirrored lenses. “I do like my comfort, and maybe with that bed we have some fun later?” Letting your eyebrows do some of the talking for you before pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth, a far darker shade of pink overtaking his features. 

“Yea. Let's do something like that.” A squeak out of him and you swear you heard his voice crack a little, honestly if you don’t know how old he actually was you might think he was just hitting puberty with the way that sounded. Stepping away from him, and patting your butt to feel your wallet secured inside of the back pocket you head for the door, turning to wait for him to join you as he tries to push his blush down his face. 

With the saloon attached it means you don’t need to go far for food and after a day on the bus you find yourself ravished. Vash slipping closer to your body, hand on the side of your face and tilting you to kiss you briefly before you both head down. Making you laugh a little at his actions, but you know this time it’s you with the colored cheeks. 

Once down on the main level and stepping into the saloon, following behind Vash while he picked out a table in the back corner, both of you sitting so you could see all the entrances. Ordering dinner, and a beer for Vash while you stuck with your usual water making small talk while the two of you waited, laughing internally when the waitress’s attempts to flirt with Vash going right over his head, focused too much on something above your shoulder. “Do you see that display above the bar?” Being discreet as you turn your head and see it, and damn it is the most gaudy piece of metal work you’ve ever seen. Placing a hand over your mouth to try and hide part of your expression. “Well. That’s ugh… interesting” trying to keep your voice neutral, certain your eyes are wide as you look back to Vash who’s trying to stop himself from laughing his ass off at it. “Ok. Really. Whoever thought of something like that has clearly been out in the sun too long.” Laughing again as your drinks are brought out. 

It isn’t long before the saloon starts to fill up and your food is bought out, both of enjoying the meal and your whispered conversations. 

You don’t miss the looks some of the young women are sending towards the two of you either, at least one of them coming to try and flirt with Vash. Vash for all his floundering with you sometimes, just never seems to know when to turn off the charm when it comes to strangers. Wanting to roll your eyes but you don’t. “Maybe your friend here should learn to read the room and know when she’s not wanted.” A scathing look sent your way making you raise your eyebrows at her taking a sip of your water. Thinking about how you’re going to politely tell her to get lost. “Why would she think she’s not wanted?” Vash to the rescue asking the question as if he doesn’t understand why she would even consider asking such a thing. Eyebrows furrowed but you don’t miss the subtle wink sent your way. “Besides, her and I are leaving anyway. It was nice meeting you!” A cheerful wave and both of you are heading to bar to pay your tab, unsurprised when Vash pays for both of you even if you had made sure to not forget your own wallet.  Once inside the room you stretch, rolling your shoulders until you hear the noise of cracks and popping. Something on Vashs’ face grabs your attention when you turn to look at him though. “What’s wrong Sunshine?” 

“I think.” Pausing and looking to the floor as if he’s trying to build up the confidence for something. “I think. I want to have sex with you tonight.” Sending him a side eye as you bend over to start unlacing your boot. “I thought we made that clear earlier.” “No. I mean. I” you’re still working on your boots, a hand cupping your cheek making you pause to look up at him. Or more across at him since he’s kneeling down to be eye level with you. “I mean I want to have sex with you. I wanna go all the way.” If his hand hadn’t been touching your face, you know your jaw would have dropped eyes widening and your mouth feeling dry as the sand blowing outside the window. “You know you don’t have to, right?” Watching his face and the way his eyes seem to light up at your question. “I do.” When Vash smiles like that you swear he could light up the entire night sky. “But I want to, and isn’t that what matters?” Smiling and placing your own hand over his, pulling it closer to your mouth to softly kiss the skin not covered by a glove. “Yea. That is what matters.” Letting his hand go and getting your boots off in short order, standing and moving to wrap your arms around him. Feeling his own encompass you, one of them rising to tangle in your hair. Tilting your head backwards and pressing his lips to yours. What starts out chaste quickly escalates as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip and you open up, your own rushing to meet his and pressing against the wet muscle. A whine and a whimper at the same time as his hips give a quick jerk against your core, already starting to grow hard. 

Panting as you break apart, still close enough that your lips can ghost against one another and your hands are moving to his shoulders pushing his coat off and letting it drop to the floor. Nipping along the underside of his jaw while his fingers are playing with the hem of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head. 

Working together with long deep kisses between as you slowly strip both panting until you’re both in your underwear. When Vash had seemed hesitant to remove his pants you’d stopped, taking one of his hands and pressing a soft kiss to the pad of each digit telling him he could keep them on if he wanted. 

Now running your hands along the top of his shoulders, pressure alternating as you relish in the feeling of his bare scarred skin. Hissing when he kneads your ass a little on the rough side, not fully from pain, having been more taken by surprise at how he’s taking more of a lead at the moment. “How do you wanna do this Sunshine?”  Moving your head to blaze a trail of kisses along the skin where his throat meets his chest, tongue dipping into the hollow. 

“I…” trailing off as he thinks about it, almost as if he’s unsure which wouldn’t surprise you since you’ve taken the lead on most of your sexual encounters so far. “I can ride you” licking your lips before you keep speaking “that way you can focus on how you're feeling.” His hands sliding along your side and you feel more then see his head shake having gone back to kissing his neck.

“No. I… I wanna make you feel good for once.” More confidence in his voice, feeling the dual sensation of cool and warm along your back. “You always make me feel good, Vash. Even now.” A simple truth, even if you're just sitting together somewhere like on the bus. Vash brings you a sense of ease you didn’t realize was missing in your life. So when one of you has been given the other either oral or hand jobs or just touching one another, it seems to make your senses light up. 

“Still” looking up into his eyes, the muscle in your chest beating faster all you can do is smile, that familiar fluttering sensation in your stomach. Even if you had wanted to you wouldn’t have been able to hide it, the softness in his eyes and the tilt of his lips while he’s looking at you. “I want to make love to you.” Oh your sweet silly plant man, tender words and you relent letting him have all the control he wants but not before making a final suggestion. 

“Maybe we should move this party of two to the bed then.” A brief widening of his eyes before nodding. Never really leaving one anothers embrace, you giggle as you feel your knees hit the back of the bed, bringing Vash down with you. A brief bounce as your chest presses against his laughing as you adjust, sliding awkwardly so you're both centered with him above you. 

Leaning on his arms and pushing himself up, gaze raking over you, you can’t help but be cheeky. “Like what you see.” 

A raise of one of his dark eyebrows, the smile never leaving his face as he leans down and drags his lips along the covered skin of your breasts. “I do.” Exhaling as he uses his nose to push the fabric down so he can see more of you. “Now lay back and relax for a bit.” Frowning a little you do as he asked, dropping your arms beside you from where you had been trailing your fingers along his hair. 

Humming as he kisses the skin and one of his hands is moving down between your bodies, playing with your covered slit. You’re drenched, and in truth have been for a while, every part of you wanting Vash and his words earlier had set off something in your brain. You hadn’t lied when you told him you when you first started dating that you didn’t care if the two of you were never intimate but when he said those words tonight? And the way he had said it, eyes alight with a tenderness you’ve come to cherish. Your core started feeling warm right away. 

“You’re so wet, Mayfly” moving the fabric aside so the fingers of his flesh hand could fondle your folds, pulling a light gasp from you. “Like you’re excited for something.” A few nips into the plush flesh around your areola before he’s using the tip of his tongue to circle the hardened nipple. He really has come so far, from being hesitant to touch certain parts of you. Moaning as your hips rise inadvertently, looking for something more, trying to plunge those long digits inside of you. 

“Well” letting your voice raise and fall in a soft sing song “I am going to be your first. So can you blame me for being excited?” Teasing as you close your eyes, focusing on the way his hand and mouth move around you and trying to keep from jerking against him again.

“First and last” gasping as his fingers push into you, feeling your sloppy wetness and the weight behind his words. A single tear forming in your eye, understanding he means that if he says that you’re going to be his only one. 

“Vash” ignoring his request to relax your hands are scrambling to pull him closer so you can kiss him, partially sitting up and cupping his cheeks. His fingers still pumping and twisting inside of you, making you moan against his lips. A moan you’re certain you can hear him returning. “I love you so much.” A whisper that your heart wants to scream to the world, but you’ll wait because he wants to keep that attention away from you. Another sign he wants to cherish you far more than he lets the world see.

“And I love you” followed by your name from his lips more like a prayer than a whisper. His prosthetic slipping under you and along your back to undo the clasp keeping your bra in place, and sitting back up to help you remove it. “Are you ready?”

Nodding and licking your lips, his fingers removed with a wet noise from your core, reaching to pull your underwear down your hips. Only to be stopped as he pushes you down, removing them slowly as if he’s unwrapping a gift, standing long enough to remove his own undergarment before kneeling between your thighs and opening your legs. Lost as if in a daze while he stares at you, a raging heat burning across your face at the attention. 

Using the hand he’d been fingering you with he’s pumping his cock the head red and swollen before pressing it against your slit. Moving it up and down collecting the wetness along his skin, gasping, followed by a chuckle. “It’s like you’re trying to suck me in.” 

“Of course I am. Ready to take that pretty cock for the first time.” Wiggling your eyebrows at him while he swallows his nerves returning. Both of your hands reaching out to settle against his lower arms, a reassuring squeeze. “Just take your time Sunshine.” 

A quick lick of his lips, and he’s lining the head of his cock up with your entrance, leaning forward a little and starting to press himself into you. Arching your neck back as you feel Vash start to breach your entrance, moaning at the sensation and a soft whine from your pretty plant man as he enters that warm ring of muscles. You’re wet enough that you know he can slide all the way in if he wants, your hands still gripping his arms as he fills you. As familiar as you are with his cock, you have to admit he feels so good moving against your insides, just the right amount of stretch to your inner walls. Another soft whine and your head is tilting to watch Vash’s face, a sheen of perspiration across his forehead and biting his lip, eyes clenched shut. 

“You feel so good Sunshine.” Moving one of your hands to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing along the skin under his eye. Watching as they open and you can see the haze he’s swimming in, while working himself into you. “Just keep moving, just like that” soft encouragement and it’s not long until you feel his hips flushed with yours and he shudders. 

“Feels really tight” this time it’s you having to bite your lip, but because of his words sounding so innocent while he’s buried in your wet heat and twitching like a live wire. “I ugh” stumbling over his words, you smile feeling your eyes soften as you gaze at him, heart full of love.

“Just take your time, I promise you feel so good Vash. When you wanna move, start moving, ok?” Watching the smallest of nods while he seems to focus on his breathing, before starting to pull himself out of you a look of sheer concentration on his face. It doesn’t take long for him to get the idea of what he needs and wants to do, starting to move with gentle thrusts. Lowering his chest to yours, the scarred tissue rough and rubbing against your nipples sending waves pleasure all through your body. 

Hands moving while he seems to be focusing on the shifting of his hips so you can touch the skin along his back. Resting your palms over his shoulder blades, feeling the scars and pieces of metal pressing into your skin. Closing your eyes and just enjoying the feeling of him moving, hearing him panting beside your head. The noises he makes a symphony you’re already loving, knowing it’s the first time it’s been played and it’s being played for you. Just you. “So good baby.” Tumbling from your lips, and he does feel oh so good. 

Pausing to adjust his arms, leaning on them above your head and letting more of his weight rest against your body. His head is almost level with yours, turning ever so slightly and panting across his warm skin. Watching him shiver, while he keeps moving, feeling a sense of euphoria building inside you. It’s then you notice it, the tightness of his shoulders, and the way his brow is furrowed biting his lower lip hard enough it appears white. Removing a hand from his shoulders to the back of his head to tangle in his sweaty locks. 

“Vash, baby. Don’t hold back because of me.” Turning his face towards you, sweat almost pouring down his face, but his face is taunt. At least like this you can reach his lips, kissing him with all the passion you can muster, making both of you moan. “Don’t worry about making me cum. I want you to feel good for your first time, it might not happen if you keep focusing on me.” 

“But, ah.. I want you… to finish with me…” panting as if he’s been running a marathon instead of having sex with you, unsure if he’s stroking your ego that he wants you to cum with him, or making you ready to cry from all the affection burning in your chest.

A part of you wondering what you could have ever done to get so lucky to fall in love with someone so wholesome. Someone clearly as enamored with you, as you are with him. “Just look after yourself right now.” Another quick fiery press of lips, and you watch his eyes roll somewhat in his skull. “You’ll have more chances to make me cum with you baby.” Almost as if your words are finally reaching him, head turned and kissing the top of your shoulder he seems to move faster, harder inside of you. Teeth grazing against the muscles of your trapezius, tongue lapping at your skin as he bucks widely against you. 

At that pace, and still focused on how he feels inside you, you start to squeeze your inner muscles around him. Hearing his gasp, almost breathless as he says your name in your ear, cuming hard. A few weak thrusts as he keeps spurting inside of you, a warmth filling your core with just how hot his seed feels. 

His full weight collapsing on top of you as he breathes in, his whole body heaving as he comes down from that high. Your hands running along his shoulders and head, while he seems to be nosing at your hair in between breaths. “You feel so good, Mayfly.” All you can do is smile, waiting for him to catch his breath loving every minute of it. 

“You do too, my Sunshine. I’m glad you wanted this tonight.” Hands still moving while he starts to soften inside you, and you feel content to just stay like that. “I love you, so much.” You find yourself whispering into his skin, feeling the sweat drip down the few spaces between your bodies and plopping against your fevered flesh. 

“I love you too.” Pushing himself up onto his elbows so he can look down into your eyes, closing the distance to your lips in short order. Humming with your mouth open, tasting the salt on his lips and the hint of something sweet. Forehead against yours when he pulls back, nose pressed against one anothers. “In a few minutes I wanna go again, wanna feel what you feel like when you cum around me.” 

Laughing a little as you chase his lips “gladly.” Another round later, and Vash does feel you cum around his cock, pulling him with you. Both of you falling asleep like that, bodies intertwined and wrapped in the rough cotton sheets. The infamous Humanoid Typhoon, legendary ladies man, no longer a virgin. Even the tabloids wouldn’t believe that story, not that either of you would be willing to tell it to them. 

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