#somehow this game has attracted all of the most annoying people

[telltalebatman]

honestly i am incapable of thinking about anything other than the fucking undertale vs the handmaiden matchup.

[writersblockiskillingme]

Coriolanus snow x fem!reader

She is sejanus’s twin sister and is just as anti hunger games as he is and Coriolanus always has a crush on her but since she is his best friends sister…😏

The Plinth Prize | Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!Plinth!reader, Sejanus Plinth x twin sister!reader

Summary: You were everything he detested, perhaps that's what made him fall.

Warning/s: fluff, Coriolanus having some possessive thoughts, him actually liking Sejanus in this, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: This one is really short, but I do believe that it's sweet enough. This for sure is not my best work, but I tried.

The Plinth family.

Truly everything had changed once Strabo, Sejanus, his twin sister (Y/N) and Mrs. Plinth who called "Ma" known as the Plinth family arrived in the Capitol. Well, more like bought your way to the Capitol.

Coriolanus Snow knew that anybody in their right mind would know that they bought their way in the Capitol because he knew that you really have to have a lot, and I mean A LOT, of money to come and live from the District 2 in the Capitol and give your two children an opportunity to attend to the Capitol's Academy of all places.

So Coriolanus must admit to himself, at first he was sceptic as hell. They were from District after all. They had no place here.

But he should've known better than to judge a book by its cover.

The Plinth twins were really something else.

The moment he met Sejanus he thought that he was annoying as hell. However, he soon realized that Sejanus kind of grew on him.

He was a kid with a kind heart, there was no denying that. He was stubborn, too. But most of all, he was so against the government's decision to hold the Hunger Games and that would annoy the hell out of Coriolanus because Sejanus had a bad tendency to speak of it out loud, with no filter, and that would often get him in a bit trouble.

The trouble that Coriolanus would often have to help him get out of. Coriolanus didn't really mind it, Sejanus was like his brother after all, but he just wished that he would stop being so reckless.

Coriolanus truly felt like he could have a heart attack, cold sweat consumed him, every single time Sejanus spoke. It honestly left him feeling anxious.

He just wished for that to stop, and once he met you it was anything but.

The moment you two shook hands after Sejanus introduced Coriolanus to his twin sister, you, he felt like the last breath was knocked out of his lungs. His chest tightened as he looked at you.

You were radiant. He thought that your beauty was unmatched. The way you carried yourself, your hair, your piercing eyes that were the exact copy of your brother, your smile, your everything, it was just perfect for him.

You were perfect for him.

From that day on he couldn't stop thinking about you and one day in class was an opportunity for him to see even more of you.

As Dr. Gaul talked about the genius of the Hunger Games, Sejanus and you snapped.

In a way he was surprised (but than again, not really) as he watched your interaction and realized that you were as much anti-games as Sejanus was.

Great.

Just great.

Now he had to look out after one more wild Plinth child. Not that he minded. He knew it shouldn't be that way, but this personality trait made you even more attractive than he thought it was possible.

As he watched you talk, his piercing blue eyes locked onto your figure watching you talk passionately, he realized that even though you're from District, that you were anti-games, and even though you were a Plinth of all people, he fell in love with you.

There was no denying that.

Perhaps, if he somehow couldn't win the Plinth Prize you would be good enough to keep, maybe even better. His, better, version of the Plinth Prize.

God, the Plinth twins are really going to ruin him.

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TAGLIST:

@hellonheels-x @especiallythewomenandthechildren @prettyinsatiable @caroline-books @runningfrom2am @10ava01 @thecrowdedstreetin1944

[catwhispers0]

✧༝┉˚*❋ Silly Pickup Lines ❋*˚┉༝✧

Featuring - 

Cyno, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Kaveh, Zhongli, Xiao, Scaramouche, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

gn reader - pronouns: you/your

Tw and authors note - might be a lil suggestive for some lines, i dont play genshin 😭😭 so if any of the characters are kinda goofy its cause im too poor for that game, ooc, bad grammar 😬 VERY LIGHTLY EDITED, annoying reader lol

minors shoo shoo as always

✧༝┉˚*❋ Cyno ❋*˚┉༝✧

“do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again?”

finally, its my time to shine

“do you have a bandaid? because i scraped my knee falling for you.”

“are you a time traveler? because i see you in my future.”

“if we were socks, we would make a great pair.”

if anyone were nearby, they would be gone now. you would surely attract a crowd of people who appreciated the little pickup line competition more, if you werent in the middle of a library. 

“are you a loan? because youve got my interest.”

“if you were a vegetable, youd be a cute-cumber.”

that was the breaking point of the poor librarian, who hoped you two would just stop on your own. but nothing could stop you before you could fluster cyno, and he could go all day and night before he would fluster you. 

so, yea, yall got kicked out of the library, but at what cost? honestly, yall never stopped throwing terrible pickups at each other, much to the pain and disappointment of anyone around you (cough tighnari cough).

but depending on your strength against cynos charms, you may last either forever, or give cyno a new hobby of flustering you whenever and wherever he could.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Al Haitham ❋*˚┉༝✧

“do you have a name, or can i just call you mine?”

Al haitham just looked up from his book, confused. 

“i have a name, did you really forget it?”

well this was odd, he thought you were smarter than this. forgetting his name, really?? of all the things you could forget, his name was one of the most, no, THE most offensive one. 

maybe you tripped and hit your head on the way in. he didnt think you were the smartest person in sumeru, but surely you werent stupid enough to forget the scribes name. 

“no, i know your name, but can i call you mine?”

he somehow found a way to look even more confused. ‘can i call you mine’ who is ‘mine’?? oh. wait. mine!! 

by the time he finally realized, you walked away with a cheeky grin. he was left in the dust, flustered. and to think he thought you were dumb. 

now, how was he going to work for the rest of the day?

✧༝┉˚*❋ Tighnari ❋*˚┉༝✧

“arent you tired of running through my mind all day?”

he put his head in his hands in defeat, dropping the papers he was working on. with his ears flat against his head, he groaned. 

“...are you ok nari?” 

“no.”

“...”

after a moment, he looked up at you. he had a disappointed, dead-panned expression. his ears were still flat and he just stared at you, ridiculing you in awkward silence. 

he thought he would only have to deal with one idiot in a life time. why were you so..? annoying? no, thats not it. alluring? maybe… he didnt understand how through all of the shenanigans you pull him through, all the terrible jokes and one liners, youve sill managed to capture his heart and let him keep you around. so yea, alluring.

“... do you wanna hear another one?”

*sigh* “sure, but only if its good.”

his reluctance was apparent in his voice, but the agreement was a good sign. 

you gave it a beat of time to dig through your head for a clever one that would sweep tighnari off his feet. 

“i think i need to see an optometrist, because i cant keep my eyes off of you~.”

“...”

“...” “get out.”

“...ok”

✧༝┉˚*❋ Kaveh ❋*˚┉༝✧

“i must be in a museum, because youre a work of art.”

The architect nearly chokes on his drink and spits it out. you scramble to help him out of concern though there was little you could do in the first place. 

so pat him on the back awkwardly as he endeavors his coughing fit. sometime through the hacking, you notice it has shifted to laughter. 

“what are you laughing about?? are you ok??”

“-yea, im fine, you are just too cute! you caught me off guard.” 

with this, he picked you cheek adoringly. you gave him an incredulous look, this man really choked on his drink and now he demeans you? absolutely not. 

you turn on your heel and walk away after giving him a look of a mix of disappointment and exasperation. 

he follows quickly after to try and pester you for the rest of the day on ‘how adorable you are’.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Zhongli ❋*˚┉༝✧

“are you a geo user, because you rock my world! *wink*”

a small smile and a giggle does little to hide his growing flush. he looks away for a moment, letting your words settle in the air. 

why did you have to be so cute? and you look at him expectantly - waiting for a reaction. you didnt think he would fall that easily, hm?

-though, he does appreciate a challenge. 

sure, hes heard plenty of one-liners in his time, most when and about his dragon or archon forms. but he didnt expect you to exchange one with him, he doesnt know what to do or how to feel. 

“you are something, my dear. are you hungry? its about time for my lunch break, i thought you wouldnt mind the offer, seeing as you seem to want to sweep me away so badly.”

“something?” 

what was that supposed to mean? a good something or a bad something? his reaction did little to answer, but you took him up on his offer. maybe tomorrow you would get him. 

gotta keep that old man on his toes afterall. 

✧༝┉˚*❋ Xiao ❋*˚┉༝✧

“are you an adeptus, because youve reached a depth of my heart.”

at first, Xiao thought it was some adepti pun, but as the day went on, he wasnt so sure. 

it had become such an issue, the yaksha had began pacing around with his finger to his chin and a furrowed brow. 

he was overthinking it, he knew that, but he needed to know what it meant to be in a “depth of your heart”. did you mean it as friendly dialogue? or was there something more…? 

was this a sign? a hint? a clue? a puzzle? he didnt know. how could you do this to him, what is he supposed to make of this?

could you have put him in a depth of your heart that noone else was? Perhaps it was wishful thinking. archons, why were mortals so complicated?! 

by the time he had worked himself up to confront you about the issue that plagued his heart, the sun set and the stars had risen. 

‘maybe tomorrow then, ill let you rest for now.’ he thought as he watched you sleep peacefully, protected. 

✧༝┉˚*❋ Scaramouche ❋*˚┉༝✧

“im not a photographer, but i can picture us together.”

*silence*

“scara?”

“no.”

“what?”

“no, you are not doing this.”

aaaand he walks away…

as much as you try to talk to him after that, he avoids you. it doesnt last long though, maybe 2-3 days. 

still, not very nice. you knew he wasnt the best person in the communication department, but wow.

anytime you tried to bring it up, he would shoot it down or avoid confrontation. 

how nice would it be if he would just tell you if he was uncomfortable with teasing like that? 

with all the teasing he makes you go through, you would think he could endure some himself. maybe he wasnt used to it though, or maybe you connection with him didnt abide by the rules of hypocracy. 

maybe you should shun him back? a taste of his own medicine. 

so thats how you ended up with indigo eyes piercing into you soul. as soon as you gave him any hint of a cold shoulder, his disappeared. 

hes a stubborn man, he wont just go talk to you like a normal person. and all this over a cheesy pickup line. 

its more than that though, the way he treats you is much more that what he can handle himself. be gentle on him, he doesnt know these things. 

he doesnt know this feeling that arises every time he looks at you, when you say his name in that pretty voice of yours, the faces and reactions you make that are too precious for anyone else to see. 

so when you hit him with a one-liner, maybe the feeling is too unbearable for the guy. 

go reassure him, he needs it. 

✧༝┉˚*❋ Neuvillette ❋*˚┉༝✧

“your lips look lonely, can mine keep them company?”

Neuvillette nearly dies on the spot. this is the most romantic gesture hes ever heard of - he loves poetry, you know.

“why of course, my love.”

okay

okay, you just kissed the chief justice of fontaine. wow wow wow cool cool okay dont freak out. 

his face is still so close to yours - hairs away. his eyes meet yours, full of love and adoration. 

his lips are still parted, you can feel his breath against your lips. 

they were soft and gentle. would he mind if you went in for another? surely not..?

and just amd you closed your eyes, they were startled open. a melusine opened the door and interrupted your moment. 

oh well, how could you be mad when the look neuvillette snuck you screamed 'meet me again and we can pick up where we left off'.

✧༝┉˚*❋ Wriothesley ❋*˚┉༝✧

“you should lock yourself up, ya know, stealing is prohibited. “

he plays along immediately, smiling, but doesnt lift his eyes from his paperwork. 

“and i am so very sorry for your lunch, perhaps you could let me go with a fine, my generous love?”

your lunch? oh, hes gonna pay for this! you didnt even know about it until now, too! 

“my lunch?! what did you do to it?!” 

he looks up finally. 

“you dont know? oh well never mind dont think about it, love. its for… the better…”

how mysterious. if you could deadpan him harder, you would. 

“...so, what else did i steal?”

the audacity.

“well if you have to know, it was going to be cute and romantic, i was going to say you stole my heart but you can just give it right back, along with your lunch.”

and you walk away, off to check where you put your food. 

some wishful thinking said that he was just joking for a bit, but knowing him, you cant always be sure…

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[choccy-milky]

bruh i need to vent about a rude comment i got on my recent chap and also about clora, cuz its something thats been on my mind for a while now. it has spoilers to my most recent chap tho so im putting it below

so in my most recent chap clora gets hit by the killing curse but thanks to seb sacrificing himself for her, it doesn’t work/she survives. and I got a rly rude comment about how that’s super cringe and that clora is a "shoe horning of every possible manifestation of Mary-Sueism I have ever seen." theyre dropping my fic after almost 500k words bc apparently THAT’S where they draw the line and that "just somehow pulling it out the bag and surviving a killing curse from the power of love. In simpler terms, it’s absolutely cringe worthy" and "forgive me if I rolled an eye at the yet again invincible nature of Clora Clemons-the-one-eighth-Veela-extraordinaire"

BUT LIKE LMAO TELL ME U DIDN’T READ/WATCH HARRY POTTER WITHOUT TELLING ME. that’s literally what happens to harry??but its only cringe when it happens to our "mary-sue" clora? like yeah sure love magic might be a bit cringe but IM LITERALLY JUST PULLING FROM THE SOURCE MATERIAL. of all the things to take issue with in my fic and interpretations, theyre taking issue with something that’s canon BAHAHA.

and since im on the topic of clora being mary sue can I just say I hate the misogyny/internalized misogyny that i've seen some people (NOT A LOT, THANKFULLY) treat her with. like i get it, im not pale and blonde and as conventionally pretty as clora is, but even if I was, is that a reason to hate me?? and does being beautiful and well-liked = mary sue? bc as far as I know, mary sue is a chara who is just naturally amazing at everything and doesnt need to try hard and theyre just inexplicably great for no reason (like mc in the base game BAHHAA) if anything the mary sue in MY fic is seb LMAO (but hes a boy so its ok). like clora has worked hard and studied magic all her life due to being a squib and wanting to make up for not being able to DO it. she isnt good at flying, seb is still better at her than duelling, shes really short sighted when it comes to doing/thinking whats best for others and can be a huge idiot.... and like. the only guys that have even shown interest in clora on a real scale have been seb and leander (and then lawley for blackmail purposes, and also bc he hates seb) so its not like literally everyone is falling over themselves for her?? like her interactions with the main cast of boys (ominis, garreth, amit) theyre all indifferent to her LMAO but still, the fact that shes pretty and guys here and there might look at her and go o shes cute! doesnt make her a mary sue SORRy thats just called being attractive idk its just annoying that ppl automatically see a nice kind beautiful female character without any VISIBLE flaws and go SHES TOO PERFECT!! MARY SUE!! WAH IM JEALOUS! and like I get it bc when I was younger I probs would have been annoyed by clora as well due to my own insecurities and internalized misogyny but hey, how about u just realize that’s ur own problem and your own jealousy, and not a real one HAHAH anyway ive since evolved bc I used to be a ‘not like other girls’ type girl back in highschool. trying to be super tomboy-y bc I thought being feminine was cringe and too basic but now ive embraced it and love girly things and dresses and charas like clora who are still strong and showcase their strengths and weaknesses in subtler ways, and I want to smooch her and make out with her. get behind me clora ill protect you🤺🤺🤺

[dangerouslyknown]

Hi! Please do headcanons for gojo like you did Higuruma x

Satoru Gojo Headcanons 💎

A/N: Thanks for the request! My JJK obsession is hitting like a truck. I hope I delivered these Gojo headcanons well, mwah

Contents/Warnings: General headcanons, relationship headcanons both SFW & NSFW. Reader/partner is referred as "his S/O" or by they/them so gn!reader

General Headcanons

He used to play Moviestarplanet. He was sooo popular too. He had lots of friends and he made the silliest movies/artbooks which people loved

He likes to sing and usually he sings whatever is stuck in his head on random occasions, without really trying to sound good

...but oh boy if you ever get the chance to do actual karaoke with him... He sings beautifully when he puts the effort in. What a gorgeous voice, it almost surprises everyone

He goes crazy about Lady Gaga's songs and he loves to do silly little performances whenever he hears any of her songs

Gojo is also a Swiftie???

Somehow I feel like he is TERRIBLE when it comes to spending money. He hasn't had a day in his life where he had to worry about financial stuff, so...

He's the type of guy buy an expensive ice cream machine, then accidentally break it and buy a new one like it's nothing

He used to troll people online as a teen...

Actually, he probably still does it for the heck of it. He isn't one to do anything super offensive, but he enjoys messing with people

SFW Relationship headcanons

He hasn´t been in many relationships in his life, mostly because he rarely lets anyone close. Bro has trust issues :(

He dislikes being vulnerable in front of others, but his S/O is who he shows his true self. It is not something to take lightly

He KNOWS he is attractive and it flatters his ego when he is complimented on it, but if one wants to win his heart, you need to go deeper than that. He wants a person who truly appreciates him beyond looks

His love language is gift giving. He will gift his S/O anything they desire, and it´s his way of showing he cares. He gets excited like a kid in a candy store when he brings his S/O something and waits for them to open the gift

Most of the time it doesn't even have to be anything expensive. Of course he likes to spoil his S/O, but sometimes he just sees something small, which reminds him of them and he decides to buy it

Then, his unofficial love language is being annoying. He would ask "would you still love me if I was a worm" and whatnot

Related to that, he would act all smug and probably provoke arguments with his S/O just to entertain himself (but he's not malicious about it of course!)

When he sees something romantic, he would say "Ewww, sappy romance stuff" and then do exactly those things in private

He likes to show off with his relationship? Y'know, like posting about it in social media and PDA

This also ties to when he holds great pride in the thought that he's able to protect them no matter what. Maybe he's also a bit jealous and likes to show others that his S/O truly is his, and only his

Looooves to dress in matching clothing with his S/O!

Also, if he'd play online games with his S/O, he'd definitely want to do matching usernames (Sometimes it'd be cringe, but that's a part of why he loves doing it)

(NSFW under the cut)

NSFW Relationship headcanons

Leans towards being more kinky tbh

This man likes to have fun, okay? He is super adventurous in the bedroom. He's always coming up with new ideas for his S/O and him to try, and he usually is the one to initiate

He'd love to bring in ropes, blindfolds, toys of all kind and everything you could think of. He wants to use them on his S/O, but isn't against the idea being toys or ropes used on him either blindfolds wouldn't even work on him though

He´s a fan of playing with the dynamics. The vibes he gives is 50% pillow princess and 50% daddy, so there's never a dull moment when he switches up things with his S/O

He lives for teasing in the bedroom. You are not going to get anything easily from his arrogant ass: If he's a sub, he's going to be a brat. If he's a top, you need to beg him

He is capable of being serious during intimate time, but most of the time there's going to be funny and goofy moments

I could 100% see him doing something like slapping his dick against his S/O's face, then grin. At the same time it's hot but it's also hilarious (in his opinion)

Speaking of his cock, I think it's bigger than average. Length is impressive, then girth is more average-ish

Definitely very vocal during sex. He will not shut up whether it's whimpers or dirty talk

I think he loves to fuck his S/O from behind. He loves to kiss the back of their neck, their shoulders and all over their back while going at it

[moonswolfie]

The Cinnamoroll plush

Nishinoya x fem!reader

This is based on the song suki-kirai because the dynamic just FITS

also the reader loves sanrio

You walk by the store again on your way home. It's a store with a bunch of random cute items and plushies. You've walked by dozens of times.

But recently, they've put a Cinnamoroll plushie on display that you simply cannot ignore. It's perfectly sized, it's got the cutest outfit and it's got an outrageously high price that your used up monthly savings cannot afford.

So all that's left to do is stare at it and fantasize about it in your possesion. Oh, how cute it would look next to the others on your bed.

After about a minute, you move on, sighing.

It's fine, you already have enough. But it's so cute...

.

The next day during class, he came to bother you once again.

"GOOD MORNING!!" he yelled, slamming the side of your desk excitedly, waiting for a response with shining eyes.

"Nishinoya, please quiet down." you looked at him from the corner of your eye.

"How can I do that with such beauty before my eyes?!" he leaned closer to you, grinning happily and you leaned away a little. He did this every morning.

Nishinoya has been trying to get your attention for the past school year and you were never sure why. You aren't exactly the most attractive or popular person in the school.

But it seemed he really took a liking to you since he kept inviting you to his volleyball games and talked to you excitedly every morning and after class.

You weren't sure if you liked it or hated it.

You weren't sure if you liked him or hated him.

Sure, he was a bit much sometimes, but he always faithfully listened to you and noticed something was off when you were sad. He even noticed the little things like a haircut or new nails.

...But on the other hand this dude was already planning your wedding.

"Sure, if you say so. But my ears don't enjoy it." you said, annoyed.

"Oh... Ummm... Sorry! But seriously, you look so pretty today!" his smile was somehow beaming more than before, and you finally looked at him, blinded by his smile.

"You tell me that every morning."

"But it's true!" he slammed the desk again, you having to calm him down as per usual because people were starting to stare. You pouted, mumbling to yourself about how childish he was.

The bell soon rang and he was forced to go back to his seat.

Even if you wanted to deny it, you couldn't help but blush a little at his compliments. The teacher had to snap you out of your trance by calling on you multiple times.

.

That day after school, you packed your things as usual to go home. You changed your shoes, exited the school grounds, and...

"WAIIIIT!!!"

You turned around to see Nishinoya running towards you, and stopped to wait for him. This was unusual, he never went to talk to you after school.

He stopped in front of you, panting. "I... have... something... for you."

You raised an eyebrow in question. What was it this time?

He pulled out... the exact cinnamoroll plushie you wanted?! You looked down at it, surprised, and then looked back at his face.

He extended his arms towards you, subtly telling you to take it and you slowly took it out of his arms, wide-eyed. What the...

"So I just happened to see you staring at this on your way home every day, so I bought it!" he huffed victoriously, proud of himself for this achievement.

"...Isn't your home in the opposite direction?" you asked with suspicion laced in your voice, relaxing your arms.

"Maybe." he scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. He was guilty, clearly.

"You stalker! Don't follow me home!" you scolded him, pouting. What a freaking idiot. He can't just do that!

He looked down, laughing awkwardly.

You were mad at him for doing that, but then again, this plushy was expensive, and he wasted his own money just to get you this. The thing you really wanted.

You clutched the plushie a little, and after an awkward silence you said "Thank you." with a smile on your face. He looked up, eyes wide.

His face lit up, and he screamed victoriously, running off. You heard some muffled yelling about "knowing she would like it" and "spending my entire allowance being worth it" and you giggled a little.

When things became silent again, you hugged the plush close, burying your face in it.

Maybe you do like him, you thought.

Just a bit.

[omg-a-wild-td-fan]

Total Drama Island 2023 Headcanons (Mall Jobs)

Priya is employee of the month every single month at her job, though she switches jobs practically every single month. She’s stellar at her job, whatever it may be, but gets bored doing the same tasks for too long. Especially if she believers there is opportunity for more growth or more challenges at a different job. Her most recent job is working at the Laser Tag Arena and Arcade in the mall, which allows her to both earn money and spend her breaks playing the best laser tag games imaginable. Sometimes she works multiple jobs at once, and can be seen in the Game Stop, the Cinnabon, and the H&M all in the same day.

Millie has an internship at the mall bookstore. They do not offer internships, but she gave a long, drawn-out explanation about why this generation needs to learn the value of working for experience instead of money, and the manager got bored enough to just agree. Instead of working, Millie lurks around the bookstore and judges her peers’ taste in books. 

Ripper has applied at every store in the mall at least once, and has been fired from at least half of the jobs he has tried (the other half he quit about a week in). His longest stints have been at the Game Stop (he got fired for yelling at a five year old girl- accusing her of being a ‘fake fan’ of Pokemon), the Hello Kitty Store (he quit after Chase saw him working the cash register), and the Spencer’s where he is currently on his last warning. If he makes one more dick joke to a customer who’s gone to browse in the back of the store, he’s officially going to be fired.

Damien works with Millie at the bookstore, but he actually gets paid. He keeps his head down at work, trying to avoid the drama that often erupts when a customer gets annoyed that Millie is following them around. He is just there to make money for college. 

Axel only visits the mall to hang out with Nichelle, she gets bored at every store in the place aside from the small hole in the wall shop that sells pocket knives amongst their usual stock of anime figurines and Funko Pops. She does have a notable love for the Cinnabon stall in the food court though.

Chase works at one of the kiosks in the mall that sells sunglasses and shittily made custom printed shirts. Any woman who walks past the kiosk becomes his newest temporary crush, and he constantly stops by Urban Outfitter’s to try to hit on Emma. He makes decent money from his job but is always somehow broke, primarily because he wastes every paycheck on overpriced clothing from the nearby shops that sell Supreme and Gucci merchandise.

Zee actually works nights at the McDonald’s down the street, but visits the mall during the day to hang around the food court with Emma. Occasionally, they’ll help out around the Urban Outfitters and Bowie will pay them in cash, soda, and weed. They also often skip work to hang out with Emma and generally loiter anywhere the vibes are chill enough. 

Scary Girl works at Hot Topic and has about an equal rate of getting customers to spend insane amounts of money versus scaring any customer away by being generally terrifying. She briefly worked at Claires but was fired after using the piercing gun inappropriately. She is not allowed within twenty feet of the Hello Kitty Store.

Caleb applied to work at the Game Stop but was rejected in part because he was considered to not adequately fit their atmosphere, so he instead ended up with a job at the local Abercrombie & Fitch- much to his chagrin. 90% of his job is to simply stand at the cash register by the door and look attractive to entice people in, he only stays at the job because they pay decently. When not at his job he’s browsing the titles at the Game Stop or running to get the high score at every game in the Arcade.

Nichelle got a job at the Hot Dog on a Stick to method act for an upcoming role. She’s trying her best to actually do the job, but all her star-struck co-workers refuse to let her lift a finger. She is incredibly grateful for the few customers that don’t recognize her, because she feels like she is able to live like a normal teenager for those brief moments. 

Julia has applied at the Urban Outfitters hundreds of times, but has been rejected more times than she can count, so she works at Forever 21 instead. She’s nice to her customers’ faces to maximize her commission, but talks shit about them to all of her coworkers once they’re out of earshot. She also talks shit about all of her coworkers to any customer that will listen. 

Bowie is the manager at the Urban Outfitters. He knows all the employee beef and makes sure to draft the schedule in a way that will maximize the amount of drama he gets to witness. He’s a chill, yet stern boss, and he takes his responsibilities very seriously. He only ever calls out once, after a crazy night with Raj, Wayne, Emma, and Nichelle. 

Wayne works at the Sports Authority, and is actually an amazing worker. He’s friendly, helpful, and a great team player. The only downside is that he is such a good team player and so aggressively helpful and kind, that he’s driven sales in the store to a screeching halt. If a customer shows up asking for hockey gear, Wayne immediately pulls out every promo code and coupon available to help them buy everything they need. While very nice and well-liked by the customers, Wayne is one more ‘Unofficial Surprise Free Giveaway’ from being fired. 

Raj works at the Dick’s Sporting Goods across the way from the Sports Authority, and he and Wayne have a friendly competition trying to get customers to come into their stores. However, Raj keeps getting distracted by Bowie coming to visit and keeps getting in trouble for giving him free stuff- his worst offense being when he gave Bowie about $300 worth of clothing because Bowie offhandedly said one of the on-sale jerseys was cute. 

Emma works at Urban Outfitters. She was originally rejected for not being “cool” enough, but Bowie pulled some strings to get her the job. Her sweet and bubbly personality makes her very popular among the customers, who often come in just to talk with her and Bowie. Unfortunately, Chase’s kiosk is in sight of the entrance of the store, and she has to take a break to calm down in the back everytime he catches her eye to wink at her. 

MK works at a tech kiosk that fixes phones and sells phone cases and other accessories. She views this job as beneath her because it’s super easy. She hangs out in the food court during her lunch break to pickpocket and sometimes goes to Forever 21 and Urban Outfitters to steal. Anytime Bowie catches her, he rolls his eyes and warns her not to do it again, and anytime Julia catches her, she threatens her life.

[azucarmorena97]

Just a Friend (BTS Reactions || Makne Line)

"Oh baby, you got what I need."- Biz Markie.

Everyone loves a friends to lovers trope- let's see what happens when you guys finally acknowledge the elephant in the room <3

Hyung Line ||

1.) Jimin (kind of a long one, sorry not sorry <3)

"Shot, shot, shot, SHOT!" The group cheers as Jimin throws back not one, not two, but three shots of tequila in one go. His cheeks are redder than they've ever been- dude is gonna be so wasted. He's never been one to shy away from a good time and tonight seems like an exceptionally fun night. "Slow down," You whisper, gently elbowing him in his side, "You're not indestructible, you know." "'Slow down', she says!" He yells out to the crowd, feigning a bummed out expression, to which everyone boos. You roll your eyes, "Fine, drink yourself stupid. I ain't holding your hair back when you're puking your guts out later." "Right," Namjoon says sarcastically. Of course you're bluffing, but it's still annoying that they detect it. "Oh, I know what we should do," Says a girl that you vaguely remember being a close friend of Yoongi, "Let's play truth or drink!" Most everyone cheers, except for a few people here and there who complain about you all being way too old for those games.

Everyone makes a circle around the living room, some sitting on armrests, some on the floor, some on the couches. One by one, everyone takes their turn- left and right, people are spilling their guts to the group, while others take drink. Then, it's Jimin's turn. He's definitely buzzed, but surprisingly, he seems alright- though the redness is ever-present across his nose and cheeks; you'd kill to get your makeup to look that perfect. "Alright Jimin," Namjoon narrows his eyes at him, a mischievous expession spread across his face, "Is there someone to whom you have not confessed your romantic attraction to?" You look over at Jimin; his expression is unreadable, though he doesn't seem caught off guard at all. You've known Jimin for well over a decade, as you met when you were just kids, and you've always had a pretty honest friendship. You assume he tells you everything, but evidently not. "Yes," He answers simply, one brow raising ever so slightly. The group rumbles, teasing him with ooh's and questions of who it could be. "Alright, next person-" Yoongi chimes in, seemingly trying to take the attention off of Jimin, though it's to no avail as Namjoon already has his hand up, motioning for him to stop talking, "Is she in the room with us right now?" The crowd goes silent. Jimin swallows hard, you even see his adam's apple bob. "Yes," He says, eyes locked with Namjoon's. You look around at all the girls in the room, examining each one to see if maybe you can spot her somehow. "Next person!" Namjoon cheers, seemingly satisfied with having put Jimin in the hot seat. The game continues, everyone's energy never wavering, the occasional explosion of cheers and laughter with every person's turn- though you can't put out of your head the exchange between the two drunk men. It's as though...Namjoon already knew the answer before he'd even asked.

It's two AM and the party's been over for about an hour, the last person having left about fifteen minutes ago and the guys all having gone back to their rooms- leaving just you and Jimin to clean up the mess in the living room. Well, Jimin is definitely trying his best to clean, as the drinks seem to finally be hitting him harder than they were earlier. "Remind me again why we throw parties," He huffs, shoving an empty can into a trash bag. "We?" You echo. "Hey, as long as you're willing to go to the store to by the cups and chips, that makes you an accomplice." He plops down onto the couch, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Is that right?" You ask, sitting down next to him. He smiles, eyes still closed. You stare at him for a moment, studying his delicate features; he's always been quite beautiful to look at. "Jimin," You say, gently tapping his chest. "Mm?" He asks, opening one eye to look at you. "What was that about earlier? With Namjoon?" He opens both eyes slowly, clearly deep in thought. It's not Jimin to be s quiet. He sits up slowly, positioning himself so that he's at the edge of the couch, "What about it?" His expression goes from cautious to 'confused' (though you know he knows very well what you're asking). "Why did 'Joon ask that?" "Well, I suppose...he was trying to get me to own up to some stuff." "Own up to...stuff? What stuff?" You ask. He bites his lip and then lets out a chuckle, "Are you serious, Y/N?" "What?" You tilt your head, feeling a bit like a dumbfounded puppy. "Y/n, he was asking about my feelings for you." You don't even know what to say. You're shocked. And also not. He stares back at you, his smile never fading. You can see it in him- a weight off his shoulders. "I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since we were like 12," He laughs, "And for years I've told everyone except...you." "This is a sick joke," You hiss, incredulous to the idea that he could be telling you the truth. You've been ignoring your own feelings for years, and you thought it would never happen- how is it that now he's all of a sudden giving you a half-drunk confession? "You're drunk." He shakes his head, "I've never felt more sober in my life," He says, his smile softening, "Say it back." You're afraid to let the words escape your mouth, though you want nothing more than to echo it. "Y/n," He gets closer, reaching out to lift your chin up, "Say it back." In that moment, the fear slips away from you and in its place, warm takes over your entire body. He's never touched you like this before and it feels almost electric. "I love you too."

2.) Taehyung

 He's been here at your house since five in the morning and neither one of you has taken a single break. You both move from room to room, desperately scrubbing and sweeping trying to get everything ready for when your family comes to visit. If they saw the absolute squalor that you live in on a regular basis, they'd institutionalize you for sure. School's been rough and your mental health has taken a real beating- but he's been with you through it all. No questions asked...well actually, a lot of questions asked and some answers coaxed out of you with the promise of coffee and/or food. But he's been there nonetheless. A much needed constant in your life. He didn't even hesitate to jump to your aid when you said they'd be coming. You love that about him. In fact, you love a lot of things about him. How sweet and affectionate he is- even with his male friends. He's so expressive and his eyes- they're- "They're here!" He exclaims, quickly jumping up to put the mop and bucket in the closet. You snap back into reality and scramble after him to pick up any stray cleaning items. "Did- did we get everything!?" You say, panicked and disoriented. You need some damn sleep. You can hear the foot steps coming up the stairs and finally, the door bell. "You got this," he says, bringing you in for a quick, full body hug. You don't want him to ever let go. When your family comes to visit, you become...small. Inferior. They pick you apart and strip you to your bare bones- you can hardly stand it. You only put up with it because they're paying your college tuition, but if it weren't for that, you'd have axed them out of your life long ago. Tae keeps you grounded though, which is why you asked him to stay with you for dinner. As per usual, as soon as they walk in, they're looking around to find things to judge. The couch is old, the walls are too bare. You dressed down too much, didn't order enough food- at this point, you've grown accustomed to the seasonal evaluation. Tae just sits next you and squeezes your knee under the table to bring you back. Back to earth. Back to him. You can survive just a few more hours. Around 3PM, it's finally over. Just as swiftly as they arrived, they were back in their car and on their way to the hotel they'd booked. Lord forbid they stay in "that hell hole you call an apartment", as your mother so lovingly puts it. You're leaned up against the fridge as Tae washes dishes next to you. "I will be so glad when I'm out of school," you groan, letting you face fall in your hands. "Just a little longer, Y/n," He says, glancing over at you, "You've come this far and you're most of the way done." "I know, I know- I'm just so sick of them always making me feel bad about myself. It's like no matter what I do, they will never be just satisfied with me. Not what I do, not what I accomplish- but just me..." You turn to stare out the window across the kitchen, though your vision is already getting blurred with fresh tears, "Why am I so unloveable?" You whisper, your voice catching in your throat.

 "Hey, hey, hey-" He hushes you, shaking out his hands to get as many droplets off as possible before closing the distance between you, wrapping you up in his arms once more, though this time, you stay that way for a long while. You're able to fully breathe him in this time. You sob into his chest, relishing the embrace of the only person in this world who can make you feel this safe. Your sobs slowly calm down, and he finally lets you go. "You're not unloveable, Y/n. You're amazing. You're perfect-" He says, wiping your tears with the back of his hand, "You're everything to me. You don't need to be anything to anyone else- you're everything to me." You look up at him, your eyes connecting in a way they never have before. It's now or never. "Taehyung, I love you." "I love you too." He says, no hesitation, no long pause. "No- I- I like...LOVE love you." He nods, "I know what you're saying, Y/n," He leans forward, somehow towering over you even more than usual as he brings one arm to rest against the fridge, boxing you in ever so closely, and when he speaks again, his voice is a low hum, "I love you too."

3.) Jungkook

Get a grip. There's no way. There's no way. THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY.

About a month ago, you were sat at the kitchen table minding your own business, enjoying your daily coffee and toast; Jungkook had gone out for a run as he did every. single. morning. That day, it had been raining off and on for hours and Jungkook had decided to take his chances- of course, chance was not on his side as he'd come back soaking wet. "It's pouring out there, dude," He said breathlessly, slamming the back door behind him, his shoes squeaking against the tiles in the kitchen. "Duh," You said, barely even looking up, "You saw the weather forecast, you were practically begging for it." "Shut up," He says, only vaguely annoyed by your uncaring demeanor. He's used to it though. "Hey, don't get mad at me because you decided to make an-" Suddenly, he reaches down to grab the hem of his very wet t-shirt and swiftly lifts it up and over his head, revealing his entire torse, "-unwise decision." It was like every single muscle group was glistening and even under the shitty overhead lighting, he looked absolutely mouthwatering. MOUTHWATERING?

You immediately averted your eyes, your face feeling very hot all of a sudden. "Could you not strip in the middle of the kitchen, you whore?" "Why, am I leading you into temptation?" He quipped, walking over to the fridge to get a water bottle. "Don't flatter yourself," You feigned coolness but you could feel yourself getting fidgety. You attributed it to the coffee but you knew exactly why you were so affected. Again, that was about a month ago and you've been at war with yourself ever since, trying desperately to shove those thoughts to the way back of your mind...but every now and then, flashes of that day would replay in your mind. What's worse, you even started noticing little things that you hadn't before- the way his hair falls in his face and frames it so delicately, or the way his lips pout when he's thinking...the way he rests his hand on your calf when you watch a movie together, and his thumb rubs up and down ever so slightly. You've always loved Jungkook- he's been your best friend since high school. Of course, you did have a crush on him a long time ago but you thought you were desensitized to all of it over the years, especially after having become roommates- how is it just now resurfacing!? "Y/n," Jungkook walks over and gently tugs on your hair, trying to get your attention and also annoy you a tiny bit, "Let's go to the pool." You swat his hand away, "Right now? It's-" You check your watch, "It's closed. Been closed for over an hour." "So?" He asks, raising a brow at you, "Ever heard of hopping a fence?" "What are we, 15?" "Hey, if you're too chicken, I understand," He sighs, throwing his hands up. How is this working? "Fine." You give in rather quickly, running upstairs to go throw on a bathing suit and some shorts, frantically packing a back with two water bottles and some snacks. "What about your towel?" He asks, leaning against your bedrom door frame. You jump, not expecting him to be there, "Ever heard of knocking?" You ask. "Hey, tu casa es mi casa," He says cooly, "Ready?" "Ready."

You make the short walk to the community pool, the street lights guiding you all the way to the metal gates. "Ready?" He asks, a mischievous grin on his face. You roll your eyes, "You're a child." "What does that make you? My sitter?" You roll your eyes, "Just go." He reaches up to grab hold of the bars and then climbs over, barely breaking any sweat all. "How'd I do?" He asks smugly. "Solid 6/10," You say dryly, "Just open the door." He tries the door but it won't budge. "It won't open-" He says, furrowing his brows, "You're gonna have to climb." "Ugh, I knew it was gonna be some bullshit," You huff, "How do you always rope me into your schemes." "Oh shut up, grandma." He motions for you to toss the bag over, which you do. "Alright, come on." You sigh and do just as he did, grabbing hold of the bars and pulling yourself up- though you're nowhere near as agile as him and almost lose your grip and this fence is a cool 8 feet tall. You end up just kind of sitting on the top of the fence, both legs dangling forward, "Jungkook!" You cry out, afraid you'll fall. "I've got you-" He reaches out, "Let yourself go." "Jungkook, are you sure?" "Yeah, just let go" He reassures, reaching up to squeeze your thigh softly, "I'm right here." You nod, carefully sliding forward a bit. It surprises you how easily he's able to grab hold of your hips by wrapping both arms around them to lower your down the rest of the way himself. When you're finally on your feet again, you expect him to let you go right away, but instead, his hands linger on your waist. "'Kook?" You say softly, looking up at him. "Yeah?" He asks, looking down at you, lids low. You wonder if he can hear you heart pounding. "What are you doing?" "Nothing," He leans forward, "or Something." Your eyes close slowly, the moment you've been waiting for is finally here. He pulls you closer, both arms wrapping all the way around you waist, one of his hands clutching desperately at you back, like he just can't get close enough to you no matter how hard he tries. His mouth finally meets yours, a gentle pressure like you've never felt before, his lips parting slightly to give you entrance while simultaneously asking your for permission. How is this the first time you're doing this?

[gungoo4lifer]

｡⁠:ﾟGungoo headcanons ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

• gun's hands are always cold while goo's are always warm, so whenever they hold hands while walking etc, goo always grumbles about his cold hands but still keeps on holding anyway

• goo forces gun to switch from cigarettes to vapes because it definitely smells better than cigarettes, yet gun utterly hates vapes and people who use them because he thinks that it's childish and idiotic

• Goo can't talk properly whenever he just wakes up, and gun always somehow manages to understand the bullshit he's mumbling about

• They gossip. A lot. (It's even canon cuz they gossip about the fighters a lot lmfao)

• They share a wardrobe.. or goo steals gun's clothes very often because "it suits him more"

• Despite being rich as fuck, they live together in an old, not very 'fashion looking' house to not catch in people's eye a lot

• Goo asks gun to speak Japanese sometimes since he loves watching animes and most likely is a weeb, he thinks thats so fucking cool but he's too busy and lazy to learn Japanese plus he begged to Gun numerous times for him to teach him japanese but all he got in reply was a punch on his face.

• Speaking of japanese, sometimes he says "talk dirty to me in japanese." As a joke, and Gun goes along with it and says a few curse words at him and Goo giggles while blushing and Gun just rolls his eyes, knowing that he couldn't understand shit.

• Gun loves getting massages from Goo because it reduces the soreness of his body along with his exhaustion

• Whenever they have nothing to do, Gun talks about his Yakuza past to Goo since he asks about it a lot, also Goo really likes listening to Gun's stories about the scars on his body

• Gun adores Goo's soft hair

• The 30 minutes rule.. do I even have to explain this at this point haha

• Whenever they are traveling around the provinces, (goo referred to gun while saying that he traveled around the provinces with the 'white ghost' in chapter 407 where he played golf with unknown someone so it's half canon) goo talks a lot during the plane ride or more like grumbles a lot about how the ride was all boring

• They have lots of board games in their house (again, this is also half canon because they really fucking have LOTS OF board games for just two people, which was shown in chapter 316 while they were playing cards and betting over the four crew members about who would win in a fight) so in their break times etc they spend their time playing board games with each other and goo somehow always loses for an unknown odd reason.

• Gun loves cuddling with Goo to sleep

• Gun thinks that Goo isn't handsome, but more like pretty. Sure he's a good looking guy, he really is so fucking attractive but in a pretty way, not in a handsome way. For some people it doesn't even matter but for Gun, it does.

• Goo has a whole ass skincare along with a haircare routine so he'd look as perfect as usual, gun doesn't really have a proper routine but sometimes he lets goo take care of his skin etc

• Goo never goes to the hairdresser salon to bleach his hair. Why would he bother exhausting himself with going all the way there when he has gun with him?

• It became a habit for Gun to wrap his arms around Goo's waist from the back and drop his head on his shoulder whenever Goo was cooking food for them with his iconic light pink apron as Gun nibbled on his neck

•Gun can't cook. Not in the slightest. He fucking sucks at it.

• They gossip about the chairman and grumble about how fucking annoying he is

• Goo likes tracing his fingers along gun's scars and ask if they hurt and they never did, not in the slightest. And if it did gun couldn't even feel it anyway.

• Goo likes kissing the scar between Gun's eyes, which he created with his own hands 🫶

• Goo mocks him A LOT about his will to find the great successor which always ended up with utter failure.. *whispers* samuel, eli, olly, johan and jake

• Goo thinks that Gun's hairstyle was ugly as fuck (because it is.) And thinks that he looks a lot better with his hair slightly messy or down but gun doesn't really likes his hair like that, or at least in fights cuz he can't see shit properly like that

• Gun's hands are just a little, slightly bigger and a lot veinier than Goo's hand, on the other hand, Goo's hand is more silky and soft (how the fuck aren't their hands bruised or damaged in the slightest after all that fights and punches bro)

• Gun isn't really great with technology and goo always helps him with it

• Goo sometimes mocks Gun about acting way old for his age, especially with kids. He may not be the best with kids for sure but he is obviously ten times better than Gun, he always laughs his ass off whenever gun refers to kids as "little fella, thing" or it.

• Goo always uses lines from movies (again.. a half canon thing, yes goo refers to movies in the webtoon a lot) as a reference and Gun always gets them because goo forces him to watch kdramas with him o7

• Goo uses kaomojis A LOT, even more while texting with gun and at first gun finds it ridiculously cute and then sometimes, just sometimes he caughts himself using them.

• Goo often cosplays anime, manga, manhwa or webtoon characters and one day he decides to cosplay fucking park jonggun and the look of surprise he witnessed on Gun's face was the funniest shit he ever saw in his life

• They go to DG's concerts sometimes (they end up getting bored of the concert and start making out in a random space)

• Goo has lots of anime merchs from his favorite animes like figures, keychains, phone cases, shirts(gun makes fun of those shirts but goo never wears it anyway, just for the sake of his favorite character because he also agreed on how ugly some of them managed to look) plushies, nendoroids etc AND he also has a huge ass body pillow of gun which makes gun mad because why hug a body pillow when HE is there??

• They have a matching pfp on their icons in every single social media platform

• Oh talking about social media, they don't really use them though because of their job, but goo still uses it without his information for anime stuff etc.

• Goo likes hanging out with yenna and yenna likes uncle goo too but not gun, her little brain remembers how he caused his papa to get angry for some reason that she didn't know but it's alright because her papa said that it was no big deal

[olderthannetfic]

This might be a somewhat controversial opinion/rant, but as a black queer woman (i really id myself as being more genderqueer, but since i'm afab there are just things about womanhood growing up that has just stuck with me as formative experiences.), I find it really difficult to build community with queer men, even in fandom. I've tried to have friendships with transmen, but so many just feel the need to ramp up misogyny to 1000 to validate themselves as men, and then with gay men, some will say the most out-of-pocket, misogynistic things but because they're not attracted to women, it's somehow okay, I guess. But lately, there's been this trend among queer men of saying and doing misogynistic things but justifying it by stating they're talking about white, cishet women. But the thing is, there's nothing in what they said that can be specifically applied to only white women. It's a target to all women (I refuse to play the oppression olympics of who has it worse). And now I see other queer women in fandom saying the same things to each other. I typically stay in anime/manga and danmei fanbases because that's where a lot of my interests are now, and I don't have to deal with USAian nonsense as much. But now that 7 Seas has unfortunately decided to translate more danmei into English that's changed. A queer male fan of a popular series has been unfollowed en masse by danmei fans for saying wildly misogynistic things about the author. Everyone all week has been scrambling to figure out where this came from. "He only ever said these things about cishet white women," but you guys... he was always talking about us the whole time. Now, I just don't know. Now I see why men aren't generally welcomed in or are common within romance-genre circles. It's just really frustrating to see the same thing over and over again. I'll add on that the only genuinely cool queer men in fandom I've met have come from yuri circles. The ones who try to talk about BL are, from my experiences, generally misogynistic, toxic, and feel as though everything should center around them because they're men and in BL the characters are men, as well. But when other women don't want to form community with them, they scream about 'homophobia' and 'fetishizing gay men.' No, you're just an annoying, awful person to be around, and the queer male yuri fans didn't want to deal with you either. Has anyone else, or you specifically, dealt with this? Is there a way to become friends with more queer men in BL spaces who aren't... like That? Or are there specific things/patterns to look for as far as who to avoid?

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God, so much of this sounds so familiar.

I've known a sad number of trans dudes who overcompensate in dickhead ways. A lot of them do calm down a few years into presenting publicly as male, but it's infuriating to see that crap even if it's temporary.

I will say that two of my close circle of offline friends are trans men, including one who came out during the time we've all been friends. The defensive tomfoolery is in no way inevitable. Both of these dudes are nonwhite and have experience in various other geeky and queer spaces beyond BL (gaming, drag queens, etc.). Maybe that broader perspective helped, or maybe they're just nicer and more mature people than a lot of the little jerkfaces I run across online.

TBH, I often have better luck in offline meetups because to show up at all, people have to be a little more comfortable with getting along with others and behaving themselves. It's also sometimes easier to detect the people you want to back away from slowly when you can see how they treat people in person.

One of my neighbors is a cis gay guy. White, able bodied, middle class, yadda yadda. Exactly the demographic you'd expect to be the worst in certain spaces. He and his partner have lots of queer friends, and plenty of them aren't fellow cis gay guys, which is basically my litmus test for non-annoying cis gay guys offline. (Toxic cis gay dude culture is its own kettle of fish with a different set of issues than defensive trans boy culture, but I've encountered it plenty too.)

This neighbor is interested in geikomi and was delighted to find out I'm a fellow nerd and eager for all my nonfiction book recs about queer Japanese stuff. We don't necessarily overlap in our manga tastes, but there's still a lot we do share. When I ramble on about how AFAB queer people and/or bisexuals study history that's presented as cis gay men's history because that's all we have for most historical periods, he's like "Yeah, that makes total sense!" and not "Mine and not yours!"

I think the key here is that this is a dude who is secure in his identity, who's getting both his media and queer community needs met, and who's in his 40s, so he has some god damn perspective and doesn't need to pretend BL is aimed at him.

A lot of the little jerkfaces make me think "Did your preschool teacher not teach you how to share your toys?"

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To be honest, there seem to be plenty of dudes hanging around my tumblr. A few cis. Many trans. But they're not going to bring it up incessantly in some defensive "you know I'm not a cootie-having girl, right?" way because who does that?

It comes up when there's a discussion about trans shit or BL as #ownvoices or whatever. (And, in general, any dude worth hanging out with will not think BL as an industry is, or should be, anything of the sort—even if he's expressing his own sense of queerness by writing some.)

On the flipside, I have seen some pretty extreme "no boys allowed" clubhouse nonsense in fandom. It's less common than it was, and past shitty dudes have often been the inspiration, but it can still be a bit much. The nicer class of fandom dude is often pretty hesitant in certain spaces because he's expecting to be met with hostility and is trying to figure out how to participate without tromping all over everyone. (TBH, the guys worrying about this are rarely the problem, but you know how it is.)

I've had dudes send me private messages being like "this thing you said seems kind of stereotypical and anti-man", but in the adult capable of conversation way, not in the tantruming 5-year-old way. And we had a conversation, and they stuck around.

I think having a very clear "It's not #ownvoices, fuck off" stance deters a lot of the more pestilential set. Being equally clear that everyone is welcome and that male yuri fans and female BL fans are pretty equivalent makes the guys worth knowing come out of the woodwork.

In 99% of spaces, I do not give a fuck if some man has his precious feelings hurt by a double standard or default suspicion of men... But fandom is a little unusual because of the demographics and relative power here being so different from in most spaces.

I've definitely seen some people who think women liking BL are fine because we care about characters' personalities, while male fans are all predators or all write f/f that is just fetishy porn or m/m that sounds like Nifty.org and not other fanfic or whatever.

And, yeah, I'll shut down the dumbasses crying in my inbox because I made a joke about Nifty and "coke can dicks" (the kind of guys who have clearly never read m/m that's aimed at dudes outside of fandom spaces), but at the same time, we should extend a little benefit of the doubt to our fellow fandom members of whatever gender. There are usually plenty of men facepalming right along with me at these inexperienced young fools who cannot bear to share.

I think you're just running into the problem that the loud people whose identities you know are often using those identities to browbeat other fans on social media.

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There are fewer men in BL spaces than women or nonbinary people, so one will typically end up knowing fewer men.

Honestly, I think you find the reasonable people and get rid of the unreasonable ones in the same way regardless of gender: Gatekeeping bullshit is a red flag. Very Online understandings of oppression are a red flag. Enthusiastic and clueless blanket endorsement of own voices as a concept is a red flag. Lots of talking about "fetishization" or even "appropriation" in a very online way is a massive red flag. Monetizing fanfic or seeing other pro authors as competition instead of peers is another. (Professional jealousy and fear about earning potential are behind a lot of bad behavior.)

A lot of it is down to whether you're willing to make yourself a target by publicly telling annoying people to fuck off.

If others can tell what you stand for, they can figure out if they want to hang out with you. Most people keep their heads down a lot of the time, so it can be hard to even hear of them, let alone know if they're your sort of person.

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tl;dr – Be nice to nice men. Tell shitty men to take a hike. Making friends with men is really as simple as that.

There are larger issues here with what kinds of queer spaces exist and whom they prioritize and with toxic understandings of what representation even means and what should be demanded of whose art. But as you say, a lot of women are also promoting toxic-ass understandings of these things.

The bottom line is that we must resist social media clout-driven understandings of justice. The loudest assholes in the room are rarely worth listening to.

[nyaagolor]

Pre-Story ZeroTrio

I have this extremely elaborate explanation rotating in my brain all the time about how the ZeroTrio's relationships change over time, but I've never properly written it out or posted it here. I got inspired recently tho, so I'll be writing it out in a series of posts bc it's Extremely Long. Anyway, figured I would start out with the pre-game-timeline. Under the cut so as to not clog the dash :)

Nemona and Arven

The two of them not only lived nearby but were also the only kids their age in the neighborhood-- they didn’t really have anyone other than each other to play with. I think Arven found Nemona a little overbearing while she found him a lil snippy, but they got closer as time went on just due to proximity and also because Nemona’s parents were very strict on her and her manners, so playing with Arven was the only time she really got to be herself. With Nemona wanting to be herself and Arven just wanting someone to pay attention to him, they ended up getting over their initial apprehensions and being besties in the way only 6 year olds can be. Nemona helped Arven teach his Maschiff different battle strategies and they just had a lot of fun running around in the grass together.

Uuuuuuunfortunatley, this got worse as they got older. Nemona’s parents were convinced that bc of her chronic illness she couldn’t go into battling and encouraged her to be a pokemon professor. They encouraged her to talk to Sada/Turo, which she did in earnest. She had a lot of talent for someone so young, so the professors actually gave her the time of day because they were interested in her battling prowess. For someone like Arven who was ignored and neglected emotionally (one parent walked out, the other was absorbed in work, etc) he immediately got jealous of any time that Nemona was "taking from him" and shifted a lot of the blame of his parents’ absence onto her. He was a kid, and the thought of his parents being the problem or having such clear flaws wasn’t smth he could handle so he subconsciously shifted the blame onto his friend, as that was a far easier pill to swallow

Then the professor came home with the ‘raidon and things got worse. Arven had already started to distance himself from his neighbor (because she's pushy and annoying, he told himself), but now he had the 'raidon to take care of and just didn't have time to play. Nemona was constantly hounding them, wanting a strong opponent to battle, but Arven was pretty clear about wanting to keep her and the 'raidon far away from each other

Somehow, she always found a way to sneak to the back of the lighthouse to try and join when the ‘raidon and Arven were playing outside (she was absolutely a lonely kid and had too much time on her hands so she legit just wandered around Poco Path waiting for them). They did manage to play for a while, having a few good meetings and play fights before Nemona properly challenged the ‘raidon for a battle

Unlike Arven, though, Nemona has a pretty bad sense of emotions and body language and wasn’t really picking up on the fact that the ‘raidon was going a little too far and that she was in increasing danger until it was too late. The raidon is a bit like a giant puppy, so the play fighting turned into play Biting and before anyone realized what was happening, the ‘raidon had locked its jaws around Nemona’s arm. It wasn’t hard, but Arven only saw this beast his parents said explicitly to keep safe attacking someone and tried to tear the raidon off her. He only succeeded in startling it, causing it to clamp down at Nemona’s arm and lash out at Arven, clawing him in the face and blinding him in one eye (the one he now covers with his bangs. (Neither of these injuries heal because the raidon is a paradox pokemon and the injuries caused by them don’t obey traditional laws of spacetime).

The screams attract the professor, who realizes their specialist little monster just mauled the kid of the most powerful people in the region. Nemona’s parents are mortified. They never saw what attacked her and admittedly Nemona didn’t remember either, blocking most of the memories out, but it’s enough, and the professors understand that if they want the 'raidon safe they need to leave Now. So in true professor fashion, they book it out of there that night, leaving Arven behind without a word

Arven becomes so bitter and resentful towards her, blaming her for his parent’s disappearance because he doesn’t know what else to do, and the two of them don’t really speak again. Nemona tries to go over to see him, but each time she’s ignored– Arven barely leaves the lighthouse anyway

They end up growing up and becoming distant, with Arven stagnating due to trauma and his home situation while Nemona excels. Watching her succeed, Arven is reminded of all his failings and his missing parent and ends up projecting all his self hate and insecurities onto her (she is not aware of this). To top it all off, Nemona’s lackluster social skills come in clutch a second time when Arven emerges from Area Zero, a lil roughed up and horrified about the damage to Mabosstiff. Nemona sees him and excitedly asks him for a battle, getting a little pushy until he eventually snaps and says some things to her that he is Not Proud Of.

Nemona hasn’t really been talked back to like that in years, as everyone feels she’s too nice to really be told off, and learns to avoid her snippy rude neighbor thereafter. It’s not until the game that they speak again, since Arven is actively avoiding Nemona bc of how she triggers his insecurities by existing and Nemona knows enough to give him a wide berth lest he snaps at her like last time. He strongly dislikes her, tho it’s more misplaced angst and self hate, while she doesn’t explicitly dislike him but thinks he’s kinda mean

Penny and Arven

Arven is in the same boat as many of the exchange students, where he mostly stays at the academy during breaks if he can help it because it gives him access to the cafeteria and a heater and all the other amenities their professor parent didn’t bother with for the lighthouse. Plus he hates being in the lighthouse alone. And at one point, after their parents manage to miss Christmas without so much as a phone call, Arven starts ranting as he walks down the hallway, eventually slumping against a door and muttering his woes to the empty space

He’s surprised when his phone buzzes and starts reading out texts– there’s no number attached, almost like someone just started speaking through his phone. According to the mystery messenger, there’s a person who lives on the other side of the door, and she heard everything. She offers him a bit of stilted understanding, and while she isn’t exactly the best at comforting, Arven feels a massive weight off his shoulders at the prospect of someone– anyone– listening to him. So he rants and raves because Someone is listening, Finally. He explains to her that he’s a good cook and leaves a sandwich at her doorstep before he leaves as a thank-you

And thus begins their fun little game. The mystery messenger is always in her room, too shy to speak or meet him face to face but always holed up inside, ready to listen. Arven shows up at random, venting and ranting and always packing sandwiches for her because he knows she'll always be there and loves his sandwiches. She reveals a little about herself too, about her anxieties and poor diet and everything else, and so Arven just keeps coming and leaving snacks

She learns that Maschiff actually likes jam better than peanut butter and he finds out the name of her favorite anime. He realizes she likes sweets better than savory stuff and she realizes he’s really good at remembering little details. So they chat, not knowing the other’s name or face, and become something close to friends

Then one day Arven comes and chats with his friend, but his phone isn’t buzzing like usual, it's just quiet. He keeps talking though, because his friend said she gets tired sometimes, until he has nothing left to say and the sandwich he brought starts to get soggy. He leaves it by her doorstep and goes back to his room. It’s gone the next day, so he feels more emboldened and tries again

He talks to her for hours, always coming back despite the silence– because at least if she’s taking the sandwiches he knows she’s listening. Eventually, he tells her he's going down to Area Zero. She says nothing, but he feels like this is finally time, but returns with Mabosstiff hurt and no idea what to do. So he just goes to his friend and slumps against her door and cries. He asks her what to do next, but predictably, she's silent on the matter. He says he can wait, so he sits with his back to her door until he eventually falls asleep, a sandwich for her in his hand

It’s a janitor that wakes him up. She asks Arven if he’s the one who has been leaving the sandwiches by the door. Arven says yes, and the janitor looks mildly annoyed– you know I’ve been cleaning those up each night, right? she asks. Arven tries to explain they’re for the girl that lives there, but the janitor is confused. No one lives in that dorm anymore. The occupant moved out in a hurry. It suddenly dawns on Arven that he’s been venting and crying and pouring his heart out to an empty dorm for weeks because whoever this “friend” was didn’t have the courtesy to say goodbye

Arven leaves, feeling more betrayed than ever and absolutely positive that being vulnerable in front of others only gets you hurt, and so the two of them never see each other again– until they do, but they don’t know it :3c

Nemona and Penny

They don’t know each other before the game starts. They know OF each other, but Nemona is too one-track-mind-ed and Penny is too intimidated by her for either of them to reach out to the other

[mahi-does-some-art]

Tell me about your servamp AUs... All of them...

GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH, NICCOLO, GET!!! GIT!!! SWATS AT YOU LIKE A FLY!!!

ok this is going to be a long list tho so buckle up:

Succubus Mahiru AU, inspired by @yarrayora 's bc i love it and would love to hear theirs. plz. I wanna hear about it so bad.

Kuro Has Too Many Exes AU, where the usual "Mahiru drags home a human!kuro" and gets into a situationship that turns into a relationship with him and he meets all of kuro's exes (the other servamps, gear, germaine) and helps him deal with all of that.

The Game (i havent figured out a cool name for this au yet) AU where there is this huge reality tv show that doubles as a romance/job hunting thing where people or companies will hunt someone of their choosing for either romance or to recruit. The people chasing are hunters and the people running are prey and the goal of the prey is to run around the country to avoid getting caught by the hunters for as long as they can for a guarantied better life and a heafty cash prize. The goal of the hunters is to try and capture their desired prey and if they succeed, they date or recruit them. Mahiru finds himself nominated by japan internet to be prey and he does it.

"Haunted House" Au where the Servamps arent vampires but still immortal and they get sentient houses out of it. I love this one.

Mahiru And The Witch's Broom Au, based off the movie Mary and the Witches Flower. An Au where Mahiru breaks his broom so he buys another that turns out to be a magic broom that broomnaps him into the magical world hidden from non-magic humans. He had picked up a normal "cat" the same day and the cat, Kuro, got broomnapped with him. Mahiru becomes a witch and its chaos, I love it.

There's also my Welcome To Demon School, Iruma-Kun au for Servamp. Akira made a deal with a demon, Tooru, when Mahiru was born in order to help take care of him and give him a family, Tooru gets attached to Akira and they both end up concidering themselves siblings and so obviously he loves his sister very much as well as his adorable nephew Mahiru. Akira dies and their both heartbroken, Tooru doesnt let go of the Shirota Visage and stays in the human world (illegally) to care for Mahiru. Shit happens and Mahiru gets sucked into the demon world and he isnt able to go back. There starts his new school life!

MY CORALINE AU, OF COURSE!!!!!

My clown au that is so for me specifically and i love love love LOVE IT.

My Au based off of the Lotus Flower Casino from the Percy Jackson movie specifically. Please ask about this one.

Mine and @pinkestlittlebutterfly 's Candy House au, which is a more mafia setting post-Tsubaki defeating that has all the demons being human apart from their servamps and each respective demon-servamp has History with each other. Sloth, named Rowan here, ends up falling in love with Mahiru in an attempt to steal away the thing Kuro loves the most. No, they are not related here but everything is great and Fibi's ideas are *mwah* CHEF'S KISS.

We also made a Fae Au together that i adore just as much.

My self-indulgent Sloth Pair move-out au where they get a really nice but trashed house they renovate and its very lovey dovey and domestic and a bit angsty bc Mahiru's never really been anywhere but Tooru's apartment and also Touma makes Tooru miss Mahiru's move-out day when they finally fix their house up. Also they somehow swindle C3 into paying their bills for saving japan.

The Bakery Au where Mahiru opens his own small bakery/resturaunt and takes in Kuro and attracts very annoying people because of it. They all love his cooking. Kuro ends up learning and helping Mahi along with Sakuya. Tho I admit that this au is a little half-baked..... ;3

The Au where Mahiru takes Sakuya up on his request to start a band together and their love gets stronger and stronger with each song and mishap they make and get into.

Love Is Stored In The Cat AU, where Kuro gets moved into the apartment next to Mahiru by a worried Lily, finds a random cat in his apartment one day that got into his house through the faulty balcony door, ends up meeting mahiru because thats his cat and they start talking and its really cute. This is a Kuro healing au.

That Au where C3 buys a place to make all of the Pairs + Team M live in together. Its a very big, nice, high tech house with more than enough space for all of them and their individual preferences but we all know thats not going to stop any chaos and sibling drama. It has a huge, high tech kitchen that I swear Mahiru is in love with. Hed marry it, theres so much space. Also there are a lot of other rooms for activities! Team M has a room dedicated to their game nights.

My IB au, following the game, Mahiru goes on a school field trip to a new museum and gets sucked in to the world of Germaine's paintings. In this au, Germaine immortalizes the servamps through art.

And there's of course the AU where Germaine gets a body of his very own and due to very tough and unfortunate circumstances, Mahiru makes a contract with him! Kuro is not happy.

Then there's the Merfolk Au i have where all the Eves are merfolk instead of the other way around.

Thaaaaaaaat's all I can think of rn. So yeah. Also GET THE HELL OFF MY TUMBLR NICCOLO!!! WE WERE IN CLASS SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER WHEN U SENT ME THIS STHAP. cant believe i didnt see you do that.

[firstelevens]

we can follow the sparks, I'll drive

sam/bucky | au | rated t | 2k words

An extremely fluffy alternate epilogue to the Sam/Bucky Formula One AU, midnight driving with the windows down.

( also on AO3 )

Back when he and Steve were still at the racing academy, one of the trainers used to say that most of Bucky’s mid-race overtakes happened because he was such an annoying presence on the track that other drivers would fall back just to get away from him.

He eventually figured out more effective maneuvers than pure persistent irritation, but he’s never been opposed to bringing back a classic, which explains how he’s chosen to spend his morning.

“Barnes,” growls Sam, for the third or fourth time, and Bucky feels it rumble through his chest where it’s pressed against Sam’s side.

“Sorry, did you need something?” he asks, as mildly as possible. (It’s a little muffled: when he opted to flop down on Sam and go fully boneless, he ended up with a face full of Sam’s pecs, and turning his head hasn’t fully solved that problem.)

“What I needed,” says Sam, “is to have left this hotel room twenty minutes ago, but I was stopped by an overgrown toddler.”

Bucky would feel bad, except that in spite of his complaints, Sam has made absolutely no effort to extricate himself from Bucky’s hold. He’s been idly playing with Bucky’s hair for at least the last ten minutes, and it feels so good that Bucky’s regretting all the years that he kept his hair short and missed out on the way Sam’s fingers feel running through it.

“You’re the one who got back in bed,” he says. “It’s almost like you didn’t even want to go to that brunch where you can’t eat anything and you just have to smile awkwardly in selfies with celebrities until you feel like your face is gonna get stuck that way.”

“I literally just sat down to put my watch on.”

“Who puts on their watch before they put on a shirt, Wilson?”

“People whose partners have no concept of getting places on time, that’s who.”

Bucky snorts. “You were already late before you ended up here.”

“And whose fault was that?” asks Sam drily. 

“I guess we’ll never know,” says Bucky, whose first instinct when Sam’s alarm went off at six this morning was to say, ‘Absolutely fucking not,’ and shut the phone inside a drawer.

He can feel the slightest tremor of Sam’s shoulder as he tries not to laugh, but Bucky doesn’t bother to bite back his own giddy smile when Sam turns and presses a kiss to his hairline. “I guess we won’t.”

“Anyway,” says Bucky, “there’s no point in going down there now. All those Hollywood people? You know that pressed juice line is going to be a nightmare, and how are you going to start your day without a pineapple-tumeric-ginger juice?”

“And is being trapped here in this bed somehow an effective alternative to that?”

“It is if your favorite person ordered your juice from room service.”

“Man, I can’t believe Steve went and ordered me room service, and from a hotel he’s not even staying at,” says Sam. “What a great guy.”

Bucky pushes away from Sam so he can level a glare at him. “You’re not as funny as you think you- hey!”

There’s maybe a reason why Sam is famous for his maneuvering around tight corners. The second that Bucky pulls away even a little bit, he wriggles out from underneath him, disentangling their legs and smoothly rolling off the bed in a single motion.

“That was a dirty play,” Bucky says, slumping against the pillows and frowning.

Sam just grins at him, triumphant. “Three months out of the game and you’re already losing your edge, huh, Barnes?”

Bucky doesn’t have a response, mostly because Sam always looks stupid attractive when he’s like this, all cocky and teasing, and it doesn’t help that those tailored linen pants fit him like a dream. He’s saved from being called out for gawping when there’s a knock at the door and Sam moves to answer it.

He can hear Sam chatting with whoever stopped by, so he grabs his phone off the charger and checks his notifications, heart-ing the photos that Steve just sent of Ellie and the new baby and sending off a text to Olivia to tell her how much he approves of Sam’s outfit today. Then he swipes over to the group chat where he’s got more than fifty notifications and scrolls all the way back to where he last left off, reading through the messages like he’s skimming the headlines.

He’s still catching up when Sam comes in wheeling the room service cart—a good call, given that Bucky is neither dressed nor technically supposed to be in here—and subsequently steals a strawberry off of Bucky’s waffles.

“I’m going to let that slide because I know strawberries are the closest you’re getting to dessert until this race is over,” says Bucky, only glancing up before turning back to his texts. “No Rihanna at the brunch, by the way. Just a bunch of TikTok stars and actors from CW shows. Are you sure you want to go to this?”

Sam raises an eyebrow as he pours a cup of coffee. “What are you, running surveillance on the dining room?”

Bucky holds up his phone. “Hope said she didn’t recognize anyone there, and then Tandy was keeping an eye out for Rihanna but apparently she’s not making an appearance because it would be too busy with the press, so-”

“Hang on,” says Sam. “You’re in a group chat with Hope and Tandy? Why?”

“Not just Hope and Tandy,” says Bucky. “Colleen, too, obviously, and Gert, and Olivia Walker, and–”

“Are you talking about the WAGs? You’re part of that chat?”

He nods. “Colleen said the invite was my retirement present.”

“But…why?”

“It’s for the partners of active Formula One drivers,” says Bucky, shrugging. “And last I checked, I was the partner of an active Formula One driver, unless this is your way of breaking up with me for making you late to brunch.”

“Yeah, I’m real upset that I missed my chance to let all my food go cold while I pose for selfies with a bunch of actors I’ve never heard of,” says Sam, his voice flat. He steals another strawberry and furrows his eyebrows after he takes his first bite. “Wait, is this group chat where you get all that insider gossip that you’ve been sharing? Like Quill retiring? Or the new merch releases?”

“Obviously,” Bucky says, moving to the end of the bed and pulling the plate of waffles closer to himself. “You think they’d just give that kind of information to a retired driver?”

Sam snorts. “I should have known. Back when I was dating Leila, I swear she knew about every one of the FIA’s moves weeks before it was going to happen. Sometimes I think she was more in the know than Rhodey was.”

“Dot was the same way when we were together,” says Bucky. The waffle is proving a little stubborn to cut one-handed and he wishes he’d just ordered pancakes instead. “I should have listened to her more, honestly. I didn’t realize how good the intel was.”

“What about the year that you and Steve started racing together again? At Scuda? I met some of those models you dated; they knew everyone worth knowing at the FIA. Tell me they didn’t have insider knowledge.”

Bucky looks up from his breakfast with a smirk. “We weren’t exactly talking race strategy all night.”

“Too bad for them.” Sam grins back at him, wolfish now. “They never saw you get all worked up about speed control on hairpin turns.”

Sam’s been making Bucky blush long enough that he knows there’s only more teasing around the corner, but this time around, he’s armed with the perfect distraction. He holds his carefully-assembled forkful of waffle and strawberry and whipped ricotta in front of Sam’s mouth, giving the fork a little wiggle like he’s trying to entice a three year old and not a whole adult.

There’s a beat where Bucky assumes that Sam is weighing his options, and then he opens his mouth and takes the bite.

While Sam is busy chewing, Bucky seizes the opportunity for a counter-argument: “You’re the only person in the world who thinks that’s attractive, you know.”

His only answer is an unimpressed look, made a lot less intimidating by the slight chipmunk face that Sam has going on at the moment. Bucky just laughs.

“One,” says Sam, after some furious chewing, “there are thousands of thirsty instagram comments about you that prove otherwise.” 

Bucky opens his mouth to protest, but finds that he doesn’t really have anything to say to contradict that.

Sam looks satisfied as he moves around to the closet and opens the door, disappearing from Bucky’s line of sight. “And two,” he calls out, “none of those matter anyway, because I saw you first.”

He feels his face go hot again, and suddenly all Bucky can think of is the first time that he saw Sam: not in race footage or in a crowded room, but out by the track at one of Bucky’s first races out of the academy. He’d had his helmet under one arm, head thrown back with laughter at something Steve said, and Bucky had taken one look at how fucking pretty he was and felt every last brain cell fizzle out.

Maybe that should’ve been a sign, but Bucky had resolutely ignored it, made his way over to the cute boy who was hanging out with his best friend, and immediately said something snotty about getting cozy with the competition. It had ended up completely backfiring, he remembers. Steve had looked absolutely appalled and Sam had just given Bucky an appraising once-over, then turned that maddening grin on him and said, “I mean, if you want to call yourself competition.”

He’d walked away before Bucky could think of any sort of comeback, and an infuriated Bucky had spent the entire subsequent race chasing him.

It only took twenty years to catch up, he thinks, and has to hide his dopey grin behind his coffee mug when he hears the closet door click shut.

When Sam comes back around the corner, he’s still bare-chested, but he’s swapped the tailored linen trousers for what Bucky recognizes as his favorite of Sam’s many pairs of sweatpants.

Bucky only processes what that means when Sam drops onto the bed beside him and plucks the coffee out of his hands. “You’re not going?”

Sam shrugs, taking a sip of Bucky’s coffee when he’s got his own cup literally six inches away. “Couldn’t let that pressed juice go to waste, could I? Not when my favorite person ordered it for me.”

Just to have something to do that isn’t grinning at his boyfriend like a fool, Bucky turns and reaches for his Nets hoodie, dragging it over to them from where it was balled up by their pillows.

He’s expecting Sam to protest that he’s fine—he’s not; Bucky can already see the goosebumps on his arms—or crack some kind of joke about Bucky not wanting to warm Sam up himself.

What he’s not expecting is to turn back and find Sam’s face caught between interest and alarm, staring fixedly at Bucky’s thighs.

“What?” asks Bucky, following the line of Sam’s gaze to his new boxers, down to where the number 25 is printed just above the hem. “What’s wrong?”

Sam is quiet for a long moment. Then, with an impressive amount of gravitas for such an absurd question, he asks, “Am I hallucinating, or do your boxers have my name printed across the ass?”

Bucky’s eyes go wide with understanding. “Oh, right. About that…”

“About what?”

“So you know the new merch release that the other WAGs told me about so I could impress you with all my insider knowledge?”

“Oh my God,” says Sam. 

“Yeah.”

“They’re selling boxers with my name on the ass.”

“They’re pretty comfortable, for what it’s worth,” laughs Bucky, letting Sam pull him in close and peer over his shoulder to get a better look at the lettering.

“I’m gonna kill Parker.”

“Could you at least wait until next month? Because he promised to get me some of the pairs from the other teams’ merch stores, and I feel like the Leone colors would look pretty good on—”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Sam all but growls, just like Bucky did earlier, and tackles him to the bed to prove exactly why Bucky won’t be wearing any colors that aren’t Sam’s.

(The pressed juice, regrettably, does go to waste.)

[fieldofdaisiies]

Meet Me In the Woods Tonight

This is part of a collaborative project - the writing circle by @azrielshadowssing . Part 1 has been done by @foundress0fnothing and was so wonderfully written. If you haven’t read it already you have to check it out as soon as possible, it was amazing and I really hope I did the storyline justice. A big thank you to @autumndreaming7 for beta-reading this story💛

Part 2:

Eris was sure the spymaster was staring holes into his back when he strutted ahead, over the rusty pine needle carpet beneath him. The weathered trees surrounding them were large, brushed the sky and made the temperature in the forest feel comfortably cool. 

“You know Moreno, you can have a little trust in me.”

Eris could perfectly hear the snort that left his colleague — Azriel Moreno, head of the IT department of VelTech. 

Biting down on his own lip, Eris stopped himself from grinning. God, did he love to annoy his co-worker. For two reasons actually: one was that Azriel Moreno was too much of a brooding person and Eris really wanted to crack through the surface to see what was lurking behind this stoic expression and the cold demeanor. And secondly, Azriel Moreno was damn hot and definitely the most attractive man he had ever seen and god, did he love to tease him.

“I don’t know you, so I don’t trust you,” Azriel answerd matter-of-factly.

Well, that somehow hurt a little, Eris concluded. His thumbs pressed into the map he held in his hands and he stopped, glimpsing at Azriel over his shoulder. “Bummer,” Eris muttered. “Seems like you really weren’t paying attention during team building.”

Azriel slid his hands into the pockets of his pants when he finally met Eris’ gaze. “And you were paying attention because you care or to pass the silly exercise? Short term memory to show off, huh?”

A cold chuckle left Eris at that. “Saved in my long term memory.” He paused for a moment. “You like computers, you have two half-brothers and you have definitely broken more than two bones.”

His brows laying in furrows, Azriel stepped over the pinecones scattered across the path and he walked up to Eris. “You are speaking in riddles.” “No, I am showing you that I paid attention in order to remember things about my colleagues. Other than you I care about what people said during this icebreaker game.”

Eris could practically see how awareness dawned on his colleague, more than earlier during the exercise. For a moment his eyes widened, his lips —god, those plump and perfect lips— parted and Azriel looked stunned. 

“So am I correct?” Eris pushed. He knew he was right, had done enough research on all his co-workers. He was the company’s lawyer, he had to know things. 

“You are,” Azriel grumbled. “You are right.” 

Eris tried to hold his gaze for a little longer but suddenly Moreno looked past him, up a tree and the corner of his mouth curled up.

A warm tingling sensation filled Eris’s chest at that — that damn smile would be his end. That smile was barely there but Eris assumed that it could already light up this rather dark forest. 

It was only when he caught himself that Eris as well looked up to where his partner was looking and—

“Flag!”

“Flag,” Eris repeated, his own astonishment just as acute as Azriel’s. 

“Who knew this would be so easy?” Azriel flashed Eris an incredulous look and gave his head a tiny little shake. 

The lawyer smiled brightly. “I told you that you should trust me.”

The head of IT brushed his hand through the air and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You did nothing, Eris, you just walked straight ahead and we stopped.”

“Maybe we are just a good team and incredibly talented?” 

There was a smirk on Eris’ lips and he loved the sound of ‘we are a team’. 

Even Azriel’s mask broke a little at that and the most adorable snicker left the man. Eris’ heart made a tiny happy skip at that noise and he knew he would love to hear this more often. 

“You are taller, try to reach up and grab it,” Azriel suggested. The two men looked around them, making sure they were really alone and the flag would not be stolen from them. 

Eris watched as Azriel narrowed his eyes at the distance, but they were truly alone. 

Idiots, the lawyer thought, the first flag was so easy to catch but apparently all the others walked in the completely wrong direction. Azriel should really have more trust in him, Eris concluded, but had to admit that finding this first flag was pure luck. 

“Good, I’ll do it.” He liked it that Azriel had obviously been examining him as well. How else would he know that Eris was just a little taller? That made some male pride appear in him, knowing that the head of IT might also be a little attracted and that—

Fuck, did his cheeks just warm? God, that was not good. 

Eris quickly turned his back to Az, nearing the large tree, the flag dangling from one of the branches a little higher up. With narrowed eyes, Eris glanced upwards, looking at the sun covered by branches, tree tops and leaves, and he thought to himself what a lovely day it was.

He took the map in one hand, went onto his tip toes and stretched out to his full length, reaching upwards. His fingers brushed the flag, but it slipped.

“Try again!” Azriel pushed and Eris liked how eager he was. Azriel's sudden determination was attractive and surprising. Where did that come from? 

He reached even further upwards, catching the flag between his middle and index finger, and pulled on it until it was free and he proudly held it in his hand. 

Lowering himself to the ground and looking over his shoulder, he shamelessly caught the head of IT staring at him. Azriel’s lips where slightly parted, eyes darkened, fixed on Eris’ midriff where the shirt had slipped upwards. 

Internally the lawyer thanked himself that he had dragged himself to the gym four days a week and that for the past six months– these abs could definitely be shown off and he loved that Azriel apparently appreciated them.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Eris drawled, drawing Azriel’s attention back to his…mouth. Did Azriel just look at his mouth? Or was he mistaken? Maybe it had been wishful thinking as now Azriel was staring — glowering— straight into his eyes.

“Don’t blabber and rather focus on the map. Where do we have to head next?” “So you do trust me now?” Eris said, smiling brightly. “With the map and leading the way?”

Azriel waved his hand through the air and stalked forward. “Whatever. Just keep going.”

His question why he was so eager and trusted him all of a sudden, Azriel masterfully ignored. And Eris also did not question further, his eyes trained on the map, coordinating the way they would be heading. 

He knew exactly where to go next, but he chose to go a longer route. He just wanted to…he actually did not know what he wanted and why he had chosen the longer route. Maybe spend more time with Az?

He did not really care about winning for the first time in his life. There was now a new priority and that somehow scared him. Especially since he had no idea if Azriel even liked men. Yes, he caught him looking but still…

The second flag was once again surprisingly easy to find and Eris really questioned if Helion should have put more effort into it. This was silly? How was it so easy for them to find the flags - the second one had just been dangling in a bush. 

But he soon got his answer when they started looking for the third. 

The sun moved over their head, signaling them that a lot of time had already passed and so it was time for a little break. They had taken two water bottles along with them and slouched down against trees, taking five minutes to rest a little. 

“Are you and your half-brothers close?” Eris questioned out of the blue, hoping he could make some conversation. He himself had a half brother, Lucien. They had not always had the best relationship but now they were close, very close, just like normal brothers. Lucien was over ten years younger than Eris and so they hadn’t really grown up together - that didn’t matter anymore, they shared similar interests now. 

Azriel’s head lolled back and he just looked at Eris for a long moment, then unscrewed his bottle and took a sip. “No.”

His answer left no room for further questions. It was so cold, so tight, that Eris’ heart squeezed and he felt sympathy for the broody male. 

The lawyer inclined his head slowly and also sipped from his bottle. “Anything you would like to know, Moreno?”

Azriel slowly shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing against the tree. 

That landed a little blow to Eris’ heart and he gathered that he might have mistaken Azriel’s former signs. It seemed like the IT male truly had no interest in him. 

Eris himself closed his eyes and leaned back against the tree, listening to the chirping birds around him. 

“Are you married?” 

For a moment, Eris’ blood ran cold, surprise over the sudden question and the topic of it causing him to be caught in a stupor. When he blinked his eyes open, Azriel was already looking at him, his face as stoic as usual. But something —something like fear— flickered in the man’s eyes and Eris wondered where that might come from. 

“I am not, no,” Eris said and added, “I am not in a relationship.”

It seemed like some kind of happiness filled Azriel, his eyes softened a little and the corners of his mouth tipped up the tiniest bit. But Eris could be mistaken again. The head of IT dipped his chin and then brushed his hands down his thighs. “I think we should carry on. We want to win after all, don’t we?” “We do?” “Haven’t you already pointed out that you noticed how eager I am to win?”His tone was on the edge of sly, almost feisty, his eyes sparkling. 

So Azriel was actually paying attention to what Eris said? The lawyer slowly got up, the gleeful smile returning to his face. “I did, but I just wanted to have a confirmation for my observation.”

“Well, you have just received your confirmation. Let’s go!”

And so they kept walking, suddenly so much less distance between them. If Eris only moved his hand a little it would brush Azriel’s and that thought made all rational thoughts vanish from his mind and his heart skip one or the other happy beat. Damn, was he truly falling for Azriel Moreno?  Yeah, he definitely was. 

What was it about this man? Of course, Eris thought, Azriel was very easy on the eyes. He was an extremely good-looking man, there was no doubt about that. But there was more to him – the way he smiled (the few times he did), the way he observed and assessed things, how attractive he looked when he focused on something. When he focused on something with those stunning hazel eyes. They often reminded him of heated honey which again reminded him of Autumn, his favourite season. 

But Eris was not only attracted to Azrie’s looks. There was also more to Azriel’s character, Eris gathered. He somehow knew that Azriel had a soft, warm heart beneath his icy cold demeanor. Eris all of sudden wanted nothing more than to break through this shell and find out what lies beneath it. 

“Why did you ask if I was married?” Azriel lifted one shoulder and shrugged. “Just curious.”

“You could have asked anything.” “Maybe I did not want to know everything. Maybe I just wanted to know that,” Azriel said matter-of-factly, his lips pressed in a thin line when he looked at Eris. 

And there his heart went skipping another beat and Eris had to hold back from chuckling, still a little snicker escaped him and his skin warmed. 

“You only joined the company about two years ago,” Eris pondered and gave Azriel a sideway glance. 

“I worked as a freelancer before. It got too much and Rhysand offered me a job.”

That was the longest Azriel had ever spoken in one answer and Eris liked this — liked that the broody man somehow seemed to get more comfortable. 

“Makes sense.” “It does.” 

Eris smiled to himself, his eyes moving back to the map in his hands. “We should be there in a few steps.”

“And we are not the only ones who are on the right path, I think.” Azriel pointed forward and Eris follows ed the direction of his finger. Still in the distance but getting closer were Rhysand and Feyre, practically running through the woods and this was when also Azriel and Eris — no conversation needed between the two partners— start running. Eris set out for the target, Azriel in tow, following Eris blindly. 

They tried to go unseen by Feyre and Rhys, and it seemed to work. Rhys and Feyre must have made a wrong turn somewhere. 

Cool air wheezed in and out of both their lungs while the dashed over the pine needles covered ground, through the bushes and trees, shielding their faces with their hands. 

They both panted heavily when they came to a stop in front of probably the largest tree and—

“Idiot,” Azriel breathed through gritted teeth, bending over, his hands braced on his thighs, and staring up at the flag that seemed to be around five metres high in the air. Eris followed his gaze, his own hands braced on his hips, his chest heaving with deep inhales. “That is fucking high.”

“It is,” Azriel said and gave his head a little shake. “I gather there is no ladder anywhere nearby?”

“Well, Sherlock, I don't think so either.” And now it was Azriel who smirked, his eyes glowing when they met Eris’. “Are you Watson then?”

Chuckling, Eris gave Azriel the thumbs up. “Works for me. But now we need a plan.”

The lawyer looked around, listening for noises – the crunch of pine needles, the snap of a twig, anything that would signal that someone is close. Feyre and Rhysand were near and it would only be a matter of time for them to arrive. And then he had an idea. 

“I am hoisting you up, Moreno,” Eris suggested. “Or you hoist me up?”

“No.” Azriel’s stare was cold. 

“Then name a better plan?”

It seemed like Azriel’s brain was working on high speed, he fumbled with his fingers, looked up the tree, down to the base of it, then to the other trees, and finally at Eris. Az was looking him up and down, eyes slowly roaming over his body. Eris let him do so, enjoying it somehow, and then said, “When you are done checking out my fine body, tell me about your plan. Or are we going to stay here until Rhys and Feyre steal the flag right in front of our eyes?”

Azriel only glowerd for a moment.“Fuck it.” Azriel clasped his hands together. “Yeah, let’s go with your plan, but I am hoisting you up. I already said you are—“ “Hot and stunning? No, I don’t think you have mentioned that yet.” 

Azriel chuckled lowly. “You really have a silly remark for everything, huh?”

“For you, Moreno, always,” Eris cooed. “Now come here.”

Azriel did as he was told, his feet somehow moving of their own accord. “How am I supposed to lift you up?”

“Curl your arms around my waist and lift me?” 

Azriel raised a brow. 

“Or crouch down and let me climb onto…I don’t know? Your shoulders? Your back?”

“My shoulders?” “Yes, Moreno, you have strong shoulders and a broad back, I am sure you can carry me.”

And that— Did Azriel Moreno truly blush at this comment? He totally did but shrugged it off with a light chuckle and then moved into a crouching position in front of his colleague. 

One could definitely mistake the position they were in for something else. The lawyer found himself rooted to the ground for a hot second, his traitorous brain wandering to a dark place where Eris imagined them being in that sort of position in his office with Azriel–

Fucking hell!, Eris internally cursed himself and his hand formed a fist at his side. He definitely had to get a grip on himself - they after all wanted to win this. 

So Eris quickly walked behind Azriel, placed the map and his bottle on the ground and…hesitated.

He was going to touch him, would get closer to him than he possibly ever thought he might. This was odd. How would even he touch him now? Where? 

His hands slowly lowered to the crouched male in front of him, paused, then moved again, palms ever so softly touching Azriel’s shoulders when he reached him. He wondered how someone’s shoulders could be so solid and soft at the same time, and he curled his fingers around them, slowly nearing Azriel who smelled so blissfully sweet like cologne, a little woodsy like cedar, but also fresh like peppermint and just a tiny little bit musky, maybe from the sweat? Eris inhaled once and then climbed onto his colleague’s back and that was strange. 

Azriel’s body stiffened when Eris moved fully onto him and he braced his feet on the ground, slowly standing up with his colleague on his back.

Cocking his head, he tried to look back at Eris, “You alright?”

“Perfect,” Eris hummed, smiling brightly while practically every fiber in his body was on high alert, his skin tingling where it was in contact with Azriel’s. He suddenly felt the urge to brush his hand through Azriel’s silken strands and that was so…so out of place in that moment, so he fought the urge. 

Azriel moved them closer to the tree but it was useless, Eris could not reach it. Azriel tumbled slightly, moving backwards and forwards, trying to steady himself again. 

“Change of plan.” Azriel stepped away from the tree and crouched down again so Eris could climb down. “Let’s build a leg-up. I am hoisting you up that way.”

That could work, Eris thought, and Azriel’s plan was quite good. Well, it was quite good until Azriel first came face to face with Eris' groin and then Azriel’s face was pressed against Eris thigh. Azriel’s heels pressed into the ground, using all his strength and power to hold his colleague up, breathing in and out through his mouth. Eris could practically feel Azriel’s strength and god, that was once again incredibly attractive. 

Eris could not focus on a single thing but his strength…and his low, guttural sounds when breathing in and out. But he had to reach the flag — Azriel wanted to win this after all, so they had to win. What the hell? the lawyer thought to himself and internally smacked himself in the face. They wanted to win, he was not doing this just for Azriel, was he?

But he reached it, pulled on it and freed the flag. Azriel let him down and both men —typical male behaviour— released a victory shout. Eris lifted his hand and Azriel gave him a high-five, both of them grinning brightly and—

Was Azriel truly grinning? Eris couldn’t really believe his eyes, but he relished in the moment, devoured it, euphoria filling his chest — his whole body.

Azriel looked a little ruffled, his shirt had moved a little, revealing some of the stunning tattoos on his chest, his hair was ruffled, his cheeks a deep red. 

“Can you believe we got all four of them?”

“As I said we are the best team and very talented.”

“We really are,” Azriel hummed and clapped his hands. “And now?”

“Now we go back, show that we did it, celebrate our win and then—“ Eris grinned, his face glowing brighter than the sun herself. 

“And then?” Azriel chuckled and raised his brow. Amusement was etched into his features.

“Then you are allowed to kiss the winner.” Azriel’s lips parted, surprise spreading over his face. Chuckling lowly, he shook his head. “You are so full of shit, Vanserra.”

“So no kiss?”

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Everybody hurts Sometimes AU(1/?)

Fun in the sun.

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Rating: Mature 18+

Category: Smut

Warnings: sex scene, language

***trigger warning: This AU will deal with issues of addiction and abandonment***

Word count: 1945

Summary: Casey is a top intern at Edenbrook, Ethan is the lead of Diagnostics. They share a secret of treating the revered Dr Naveen Banerji but is it all they will share.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note- this is an AU. Inspired by an ask that Elsa received and I had an idea and it grew. This AU will hurt in parts. Blanket trigger will apply for the whole series, even though not all parts mention addiction. I apologise in advance for the pain but let’s enjoy a less angsty Miami.

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They had been treating Naveen in secret for a couple of months now. Not only had he gotten to know Casey professionally but also personally. The more they met, studied and treated, the more blurry the line between mentor/mentee and something more became.

He had always found her attractive since that first day, especially after her first shift and that sinful top she wore. He knew Miami was going to be a test of any self control but Ethan needed her there to help with getting the information he wanted. He had not told her of the ploy and he knew she would be annoyed but it was worth the risk.

She arrives just as the plane is going to board. They gave us first class seats. We have a pleasant flight. I am wanted by people as soon as we enter the hotel. It is infuriating but I do what I must. I send Casey to check us in and I am mortified that they have only given us a single room. Casey states she will happily take the couch on our way up and I tell her not to be ridiculous.

We head down to the floor and make our way to the Panacea booth. I see Declan. He is still as smug looking as ever. I tell Casey what I need her to do. She questions her being number one and I state that she is truthfully the top. She goes to obtain the information. She appears to be getting somewhere but Declan cottons on. I am annoyed, I know he was a pharma rep and thus always thinking about the profit but this was ludicrous. Casey is apologetic for not getting the information and I tell her it is not her fault. I tell her about the time I punched him and humiliated him. We explore the conference some more. We make our way back to the suite. I am not in the mood to attend the gala but I also wish to drown my sorrows.

I go have a shower and then come back to the room. Casey is dressed in the most stunning midnight blue gown. The thoughts of what I wish to do to her run through my head. I make a comment that she looks appropriate. I get changed into my tuxedo and we head down. We part ways early. I make my way to the bar to have some scotch. I stick to the edges mainly then I notice Casey at the poker table. She is struggling. She is making a play for the information. I appreciate the initiative but as an intern she really does not have much to offer and I do not appreciate how Declan is leering at her. I enter the fray and offer something Declan has always wanted, the rights to conduct drug trials and using the team as a vehicle for this.

It is a tense game. I have four of a kind, Kings, what is certain to be a winning hand. It comes to the end of the game. I lie and say I have nothing. Declan is elated that he has bested me. Much to my surprise he gives me the information I am looking for. In one way I am pleased but I am annoyed that I sold my soul to the devil. I hope I can get the hospital out of it somehow. Me and Casey make our way up to the balcony of our room. She asks me if I truly lost and I told her I lied and that I was sitting on a four of a kind kings. We enjoy our drinks. I can not help but marvel at how breathtakingly beautiful Casey looks. Again the thoughts of what I want to do to her force their way into my mind.

“Thank you for tonight, for the initiative of trying to get the information.”

“Given your disdain for Panacea Ethan, why did you do it? I know you would do anything to help Naveen, but what will the cost be?”

“I jumped in because I saw the way Declan was leering at you, I did not want you sacrificing yourself for Naveen”

Ethan gets up from the couch and walks over to Casey.

“The thoughts I had of him touching you, having his way with you drove me crazy, I just could not live with myself if that happened.”

He cups her cheek in his hand.

“Gosh, you are stunning” Ethan whispers before gently kissing her on the lips.

Casey is taken by surprise but recovers and returns the kiss. The kiss then gets heated. They make their way back to the couch where Casey straddles him. Ethan runs his hands all over her curves. She feels better than he ever imagined. He kisses down the column of her neck and slightly unzips her dress to expose her breasts. He massages and sucks at her nipple, which elicits a moan from Casey.

Casey would be lying to herself if she had not thought about Ethan this way. The way he was making her feel was blissful. She could feel the familiar heat pooling at her centre and she was hopeful that she would not need to take care of things her self.

She grabbed the hand that was at her waist and moves it to her centre.

“This is all you” before she kisses him again hungrily. She moans again while Ethan runs circles around her nub. She mewls when he stops.

“Let’s take this inside.”

Casey nods in agreement. They make their way in, kissing and disrobing. He shuts the door behind her and pushes her against it. The cool glass against her back makes her breath hitch. He kisses her again before whispering in her ear

“I want you to watch me make you cum and don’t you dare hold back” before kissing his way down her body, paying plenty of attention to her breasts before kneeling down and putting a leg over his shoulder.

His assertiveness turns Casey on even more. She watches him kiss slowly up her thigh towards her glistening centre. He stops briefly before starting to suck at her clit.

“Oh fuck” she she says before moaning. He continues circling and sucking, Casey wants to arch her hips but he is holding them against the glass. Finally he runs his tongue through her folds and enters.

“Oh gosh, Ethan” she moans. The onslaught is relentless and Casey is rendered speechless. She is feeling light headed. He moves his tongue back to her clit and inserts two fingers.

“Fu-ck!” She screams as he crooks his fingers to hit that spot.

Casey is getting close and her moans are now turning to screams, he she is keeping her eyes open to watch him is a mystery.

Ethan knows she is close.

“You are such a good girl Casey, you can come now!”

With one last thrust and suck, Casey falls to her climax screaming. Ethan laps her up. He then stands and kisses her. She can still taste herself on his mouth. She runs her hands down his chest to his erection. He is as hard as a rock.

“Am I sucking you off or are you…”

Ethan picks her up and brings her to the table behind the couch. He teases her entrance.

“This is so much better than I imagined it would be, god I want you so much.”

“I want you to Ethan,” she whispers. With that he enters her slowly, allowing her time to adjust. Casey moans as he enters.

“Fuck you feel so good”

“So do you Casey!”

Ethan begins to thrust in and out. He starts off slow and gains more pace, sucking at her nipples. Casey is rendered speechless and starts to feel herself get close again. He kisses her on the mouth again, hungrily. She can sense his movements getting more jerky as he thrusts deeper into her. He runs one hand down her arm and lifts her hand to her nub. His hand is over hers as she runs circles with her fingers around it.

“I got you” he whispers and with one final thrust they both reach their climax. When Ethan feels as though he can walk he picks Casey up and brings her to the bed. She cuddles into him.

“That was amazing Ethan, truly, I do not think my imagination even came close.”

He kisses her, enjoying the moment. They go another two blissful rounds before Casey goes to sleep.

Ethan lies awake, waiting for the thoughts of regret that he gave in to sink in but they never come. He knows that if he ever succumbed he would not be able to go back. He knows he should have stopped, especially given her rank in the competition, hell, he ended things with Harper because she was his boss but he oddly does not give a shit. Some things in life were worth the risk and as far as he was concerned, Casey was one of those. He fell into a deep sleep.

Casey wakes up to go to the bathroom, pleasantly sore in all the right places. As much as she had thought about having sex with Ethan, she never thought it would happen and she was buoyed by the fact that he wanted to with her also. She knew there were going to be implications, hell she was going to be surprised if they ever did this again but fuck it was worth it.

The next morning came. Casey was preparing herself for the last night was great but… talk but it did not come.

“I enjoyed last night and as much as I knew I should not have, I wanted to and I do not regret it. I respect you too much to only have one night. I know you are in the running to be on my team but I do not give a shit. All I know is that I want to explore us, what we can be. If you win, we can sort out logistics later.”

“I want you too Ethan but the gossip, you know it will not be favourable, to either of us but especially me.”

“Casey, you have kept secret that you have been treating Naveen with me, surely you can keep this under wraps”

“I know I can, and figuring out what we are in secret is probably best and it is moments like these I am glad Naveen is away from the rest of the hospital because you know he will pick something up but are you sure?” Questions Casey.

He kisses her, “I have never been sure of anything more in my life.” Casey kissed him back, “then I look forward to exploring us.”

They return to Boston, hopeful of the treatment for Naveen. It shows signs of working but Ethan is not fully convinced. Naveen states that the small things are worth celebrating. Ethan blushes, memories of the celebration in Miami flashing in his mind. Casey’s pager goes off and she heads off to tend to it.

“What really happened in Miami?”

“Hopefully something wonderful” says Ethan ruefully, “I best be getting back.”

Naveen watches the closest person he has to a son walk off, he had been curious when Casey had started helping and as time went on he was relieved that Ethan had someone helping him. He did wonder if something more was brewing and the blush on his mentee’s face was telling. Naveen drifted off to sleep, hopeful that Ethan would not get in the way of his own happiness.

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Authors note: well this AU will not be all pain I promise. It will be a ride that much I can assure you. If you have read this far thank you.

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Asexual Ranks How Hot the Pokemon Professors Are

In honor of pokemon day, I'm doing this ranking. This is a joke meant to be taken semi-seriously. Rated on a scale from 1 to 10, 1 meaning I would be repulsed and 10 meaning I could marry them (platonically)

Oak

I mean he seems nice enough? He’s smart, but forgetful, but also a great pokemon battler. He’s also a celebrity which would be annoying if I were to hang out with them. I suppose living in the lab would be fun.

5/10

Elm

I know he’s clumsy and forgetful, but it’s sort of charming. He’s also more quiet and lowkey compared to the other professors which would be nice. He also has a wife and kid so he’s a good husband and parent, I guess?

6/10

Birch 

He’s energetic and outdoorsy, which is fun but maybe a little too much for me. He seems like a good dad so that’s nice, but I’d imagine he’s too busy to be a proper spouse. But I got to give points for his generosity for allowing the player to keep the pokemon he brought

6/10

Rowan

He seems too stuffy and serious, but apparently has a kind side. I don’t know, it just seems like I would accidentally make him angry somehow. Maybe it's trauma from Kamado kicking us out of the village

3/10

Juniper

The first mainline professor to be a girl, we love women in stem. Apparently she’s also the first of the “hot professor” trend, which is the reason I’m doing this. Her research is the most interesting to me

7/10

Sycamore

Okay, this is the first professor that I actually understand why people find him attractive (no offense to the others, you’re all pretty). I like his relationship with Lysandre, it gives him a bit of sad boy charm. His theme is also the best (again, no offense to the others).

9/10

Kukui

He’s already in a loving relationship with Burnet so he has to be a good husband, not to mention he’s a good father figure (to Lillie in the games and to Ash in the anime). Although I’d imagine he would make a mess with him researching pokemon moves. Him being a strong battler is also fun

8/10

Magnolia

I don’t have much to say about her considering she wasn’t in the story much. She has a good design, I like her cane

5/10

Sonia

I really like her personality and how active she was in the story. Her being in the shadow of her grandmother and learning what to do with her life is interesting. I love all the hearts on her outfit and hair

9/10

Laventon

He’s really kind, welcoming the player into the village and standing with us when we were banished. I like his narration for the pokedex descriptions, it makes him more charming. It makes me a little sad that he’s probably dead in modern games but I bet he had a fulfilling life

10/10

Sada and Turo

Grouping these together because my opinion of them are mostly the same. They’re both terrible parents but clearly loved Arven, makes their personalities more interesting. I also love their designs, it shows how interested they were about the past/future

7/10