#give that man his gay angel for fuck’s sake

[strawberrryangel]

dean, talking to cesar and jesse, who are literally canonically husbands: what’s it like settling down with a hunter?

me: hey. hey so. hey so dean. hey dean why would. hey dean why would you ask. hey dean why would you ask that. hey dean why would you—

#cannot believe this fucking show sometimes #he met so many couples in the hunting business through the seasons #and the one couple he asks about is the gay couple #one thing about dean is that man is gay #and he just wants to settle down with his angel husband #give that man his gay angel for fuck’s sake #your honor they are everything to me #destiel #supernatural #spn #strawbsposts

[ineffablydaydreaming]

Okay i might be a little pissed off. Expect typos, im on my phone.

A character does not need a specific label, have a gender, nor have sex/romantic physical gestures in order to be queer rep

Aziraphale and Crowley are not gay men.

They are played by male actors. They present male most of the time. But that means nothing, because gender presentation =/= gender identity or sex.

Neil has said multiple times that angels and demons are sexless. It's on the book. It's on several of his tweets and answers to asks. This implies that angels and demons are non-binary by default. Gabriel isn't a man, Michael isn't a woman, Beelzebub isn't a woman, Furfur isn't a man.

And now, you could argue that a genderless creature isn't necessarily queer and I agree! Several animals are genderless irl.

But here's what makes them queer: it's not that they don't have a gender, it's that they don't give a fuck about it. Crowley presents female i believe up to three times in the show, Neil was planning a minisode where both he and Aziraphale are fem-presenting in the 60s; Michael is a male angel name and he's played by an actress and (At least in the portuguese dub? Correct me if im wrong) still called "he". Same for Beelzebub, who I think is also reffered to with they/them in english. Hell, God has a female voice and is still called God (the male version of the word!!!) and even Her pronouns are a bit flexible in certain dubs.

What makes them queer is that their genderless aspect isn't just biological, it's their identity, too. These characters are all non-binary, they know it, and they don't mind it.

"But they present male and call each other 'he'!"

As I said, gender presentation does not equal identity and neither does pronouns. It's words: words that get often associated with a certain gender but are, in the end, just words.

Not only that, but this argument also comes from the expectation that non-binary people cannot present themselves in a binary way, which is an absurd thing to expect. People irl have all kinds of different hormonal balances and many enby folk may be hypermasculine or hyperfeminine due to high testosterone or estrogen respectively. And you know what? They might not want to change that, and that is completely fine.

Non binary people do not owe you androginy.

Being trans isn't about appearances, isn't about transitioning, it's about identity. Thinking otherwise is borderline transmedicalist ideology.

Good Omens breaks gender norms all the fucking time in both seasons, something many shows are afraid to do, and it's not just for comedy reasons, which tends to be the norm when shows do it. They do it because it's fun, it's fine, and because they acknowledge that gender norms are stupid.

That's queer as hell.

My second point, no need for labels. Just like angels and demons don't need gender labels, they don't need sexuality labels. At all. Especially since they're often intertwined.

Just because two characters don't have their specific labels revealed doens't mean they aren't queer or, fuck's sake, don't love each other.

In A League Of Their Own, no characters get specific labels, what they are is simply implied. Greta is very implied to be lesbian but they never say the exact word. Does that mean she isn't queer?

In The Song Of Achilles, no characters get specific labels because hell, the labels didn't exist at the time the story takes place in. Both main characters are implied to be bi/pansexual but it's obviously never told in the text. Does that mean they aren't queer?

In Undertale and Deltarune, no characters get specific labels, but in both games the main protagonist is nonbinary (and is in both cases a human being!) and both games have several mlm and wlw couples and several more nonbinary characters across the storyline, but it's never specifically labeled. Does that mean it doesn't have queer rep?

Neil has said several times that Good Omens is a love story, that Aziraphale and Crowley love each other, that even if they're not 'gay male humans' they still feel love for one another. That's the entire point of season two.

And now, I get it, okay? I don't like authors tip-toeing around labeling their characters either, especially since in most places we are past the age of having to code characters instead of just make them openly queer. I get the fear and uncertainty that often came from some sort of trauma from bbc's Sherlock, I felt it too. I get that for some it may seem as if it's queerbaiting, or pink money, or simply being too scared to say a character is queer.

But that's just not the case with Good Omens. The point is not to avoid labels because they're scary. The point is that, for Good Omens, and aziracrow, labels are useless. They're not humans, they don't have a gender, they don't need the labels.

And you know what?

That's also queer as hell.

Society has to put people into boxes, has to separate folk, has to label everyone. No one can be different, and id you are you need to fit this specific box of different. If you go out, you're too much, you're too rebellious, you're a freak. If they just let people do whatever they wanted it would be hard to marginalize them and keep the system going.

A quote I once heard feels important for this occasion:

"To define yourself is to restrain yourself."

When you define something in strict terms you're putting rules to it. Rules that can be broken. Rules that should be broken. And the rulebreakers get insulted, hated, violated, killed.

Aziraphale and Crowley are breaking these rules by 'existing' as who they are. They're not gay men, they're not lesbian women, they're not bisexual agenders, but at the same time they are all of those things at the same time, whenever they want to, whenever YOU want them to, as Neil himself put it. Because fuck labels. And you're hating them for it, hating them because they're refusing to enter those boxes.

Humans are weird and complex. Let the angels and demons be weird and complex too.

Lastly, queer relationships don't need sex - nor kisses.

There's this expectation that romantic love is only true love if they kiss, if they live together, if they sleep on the same bed, if they go on dates, if they marry, if they have kids, if they have sex. Break one of these and people will raise an eyebrow. Break two and they look at you weird. Break three and everyone judges you. Break all of them and, suddenly, you and your partner have been declared "just friends" by outsiders who don't know you in the slightest.

Welcome to amatonormativity.

Or, better saying, another stupid box, another set of rules.

There's this headcanon that Crowley kisses Aziraphale as a last resort not because it's a gesture if love (even Neil said it wasn't out of love) but because he's seen it in human movies and, in movies, kissing someone in despair is a cliché that often ends in the other person not leaving.

This wasn't a love kiss. But Crowley still loves Aziraphale. Do you know why?

Because angels and demons, most likely, do not need human gestures to show love. They, most likely, comprehend love in an entirely different light.

Maybe Aziraphale is touchy with Crowley because he likes it and that is a good enough reason, but it's an individual reason, just like a person irl might be more fond of hugging their partner than kissing them, and that's fine. Nothing wrong with it. There's no right or wrong way to have a relationship. Acting like there is is reinforcing the rules set by amatonormativity, and it is also completely disregarding the experiences of asexual and aromantic folk. The entire spectrums btw.

Now think about the rules I mentioned earlier. Must kiss, must fuck, must marry etc.

Aziracrow also breaks almost all of them.

That's also queer as hell!!!

Being queer and celebrating pride isn't about having labels. It's about breaking societal norms: heteronormativity, cisnormativity, mononormativity, amatonormativity, etc. Norms that are used to opress us, to put us in boxes, to separate us, to marginalize us, and to kill us.

A show that gives the middle finger to all of these and just tells its story however way it likes, not caring about labeling the characters or having a long monologue about homophobia or showing a explicit sex scene between the two characters or following any of those stupid rules imposed by society, a society ran by cishet folk, is as queer as a show can ever be.

To deny that is to reinforce a narrative that is literally used to opress us.

That's all, bye.

Also, some of you guys are giving "I call beez she/her because of the actress" and that's cringe, but not surprising, ngl.

#hissing around #go2 #gomens #gomens 2 #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #crowley #good omens tv #ineffable husbands #good omens spoilers #good omens s2 #aziraphale #rant

[queer-reader-07]

op could you elaborate on the she/her muriel thing. because i totally get what you mean but i find it so hard to articulate why... its just like. mmmmm. canon they/them character. but you wont respect their prns. but then again i enjoy when people get genderwierd w the ineffable spouses. would you respect my prns if you cant even respect a fictional character. is that the same thing. idk.

hi anon! i'll try best to elaborate, but apologies in advance if it comes off a bit... intense?

to give some context to my words:

i am nonbinary

i am afab

my pronouns are they/them

most everyone with the exception of close friends and people on the internet misgender me with she/her pronouns because they perceive me as a woman.

i think the root of it for me is that muriel has no experience interacting with earth, let alone humans, before they're sent down to be Inspector Constable. and because they have no experience with humans, they most definitely have very little context for the human construct that is gender. muriel's pronouns are they/them because those are the default gender neutral pronouns in english. muriel (like the other angels and demons) is referred to with they/them pronouns because, for all intents and purposes, they don't have gender.

whereas aziraphale and crowley (and even gabriel to a certain extent) have interfaced with humanity enough to have developed some level of understanding regarding gender, and possibly even an understanding of what they want their gender to be/be perceived as.

additionally, crowley and aziraphale play with gender in a way that feels very intentional to me.

crowley has canonically, in the show, presented femme. meta writers far more skilled than me have examined how, during the crucifixion scene, crowley is very obviously dressed more like the women in the background than the men. and it's not just in the historical flashbacks that we see crowley's genderfuckery. his modern look is comprised of a combination of femme and masc pieces. he wears a woman's cut waistcoat and his "11 years ago" look features women's sunglasses. all while inhabiting a decidedly man-shaped body.

i'm also just going to remind the audience that crowley outright denies being "a lad" in season 2. he straight up told us he's not A Dude.

aziraphale's genderfuckery is definitely less obvious and some might say debatable. that being said, i would make the argument that aziraphale's tendency to dress and present in a way that results in him being almost universally perceived as not only A Gay Man, but an effeminate gay man at that, is a quintessential example of gender as performance. and i do believe that aziraphale is making a very conscious and deliberate choice to present as a gay man. for fuck's sake he calls himself THE Southern Pansy, he knows what he's doing.

also, i know it didn't actually happen, but we almost got both of them presenting femme in the 60s so like. there's that too.

so, to me, it's ok to fuck around with crowley and aziraphale's genders in fanfic and art and the like because they do so canonically. the book makes it very clear that they are "man-shaped" but not necessarily men, ie they have chosen bodies that are perceived as being A Gender but that doesn't mean they technically are.

whereas muriel does not. muriel doesn't have a concept of gender because they haven't been on earth or around humans long enough to develop one. they are only ever referred to with gender neutral language. so it just feels really gross to me when people choose to she/her them. because to me it feels like saying "well this body that appears woman-shaped to me must mean they are a woman" which is a sentiment i, unfortunately, know all too well.

muriel is a character that is canonically referred to with they/them pronouns, on a major TV show on a major streaming platform no less. so it really fucking sucks to see people disregard that because they "can't remember to they/them muriel" or because they "seem like they use she/her."

to put it bluntly, every single argument i've ever read in favor of she/her-ing muriel has boiled down to "i just can't be bothered to remember they use they/them" and if you can't use a fictional characters pronouns correctly then i have zero faith you can use a real person's pronouns correctly. all i hear when i read those arguments is "i can't be fucked to do the bare minimum of gendering trans people correctly."

and lastly, i know it's genderfuckery when people she/her aziraphale and crowley because they're "man shaped" in the book and played by male actors in the show. but i don't have much faith that it's genderfuckery when people she/her muriel because i can almost guarentee it happens for no other reason than the fact that Quelin Sepulveda is a woman.

#wow that got long really fast #i hope this provided some amount of insight and wasn't too confusing #asks #my asks #answered asks #good omens #muriel #muriel good omens #kind of good omens meta

[hazbinhotelactorsau]

antonio

« man, flirtin' is fun. al, would ya be pissy if i started flirtin' wit' everyone? i could be like one'a them method actors! »

Name: Antonio Enrico Ragno

Nicknames: Sha (by Alastor), Darlin' (by Alastor), Tones (by Valentino), Tony (by everyone)

Height: 194cm (6'4)

Age: 31

Birthday: April 1 19XX

From: Brooklyn, New York

Nationality: Italian-American

Languages: English, Italian (fluent)

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/Him (She/Her in drag)

Sexuality: Demiaroace

Partner: Alastor (Queerplatonic)

Famous For: Model for Vampire by Victoria

Plays: Angel Dust

Trivia:

he has a thick brooklyn accent but he's amazing at faking accents. he regularly mocks the others' accents and it's always annoyingly accurate. he helped alastor learn to do a transatlantic accent

adopted his character's tendency to flirt with anyone to be a 'method actor' ("if al can be a method actor, so can i!" "tony, alastor isn't method acting he's just naturally a freak. you should know that better than anyone"). being demiaroace, he hadn't seen the fun for flirting until he really got into his role

he has an older brother named giovanni and a younger sister named mariabella, both of whom he's convinced blitzø to cast for season 2

he has heterochromia. his left eye is green and his right eye is blue. his sister also has green/blue heterochromia but hers is the opposite eyes, leading to him joking that they should swap eyes so they can be 'normal'

he bleaches his hair blond so he doesn't look too much like his brother. it's naturally a dark brown colour. his hair grows incredibly fast however so he regularly has to get his roots touched up by victoria

he and alastor have been together for 10 years. they were each other's first partners after they met at a gay bar they both got dragged to by their respective friends

he had a french bulldog growing up named nugget, which is where he got the name 'fat nuggets' from for his character's pet pig

he loves pranks. he enjoys being born on april fool's day because he can get away with pranking everyone even more, because who could yell at him on his birthday? he and alastor are menaces to the rest of the cast, constantly pranking everyone

one time nikolai pranked him back with gravy tea bags. he has been reluctant to drink tea made by anyone but himself ever since

he uses the creepy fanmail he gets for the show. the 'show feet' letter they use in the show is a genuine letter he has received. he thinks it's pretty funny. charlie wasn't amused when she found out it was real though

he has bpd and is in therapy for it. he occasionally has episodes during filming so he has a code word (which he jokes is a "safe word fer tha sake o'tha rest o'ya") that he uses when he feels he needs some time to cool off

he's best friends with valentino and forever thanks him for dragging him to a gay bar all those years ago because it's how he met alastor. he sees valentino as an older brother type of friend because of his strained relationship with his own brother

he learned he was demiaroace through maggie when he explained the nature of his an alastor's relationship to her. before that, they both assumed they were just in a really unusual relationship because it was their first and they were inexperienced. he in turn taught alastor what it meant

he's in the closet about being genderfluid. the only people who know are alastor, valentino and oxley

he's secretly envious of alastor's ability to not give a fuck about his gender. he became more comfortable with himself and his feminine side after being cast as angel dust. he became to appreciate the art of drag and now does local drag shows under the same name as his character

he loves astrology and calls himself 'an astrology hoe'. he's constantly saying things like "that's so gemini of you!" and no one else has a clue what he's talking about

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel actors au #actor info #human angel dust #radiodust

[drabbles-mc]

This is giving me MC vibes, the guys running around, essentially playing verbal gay chicken, trying to come up with the most absurd compliments trying to make each other blush. Who has the best? Who fumbles them every time? Who’s kinda genuine? Who blushes the most? Who threatens to suck someone’s dick if they get another compliment?

God. The shenanigans are STRONG.

I was thinking so heavily about this and then life put me ina chokehold. But I am back. And I am here to talk about it. 😌

Tig has the best compliments. No contest. Not even a debate. That man has no shame and he will win any game of chicken that he gets roped into. And, honestly, good for him. 😂 I can also picture him being the one who makes the dick-sucking threat and I feel like the guys wouldn't know if he's being sarcastic or not. Spoiler alert! Tig doesn't know if he is either.

Juice is blushing. Any time anyone says anything to him that boy turns into a tomato. Love that for him. He tries to pay compliments for the sake of the game but he always messes it up because he gets nervous. He'll stammer and then avoid eye contact and bail like halfway through whatever he was about to say (and then kicks himself for it later because he means it but he just can't fucking say it). He's been living in a constant state of cardiac arrest since the whole game started.

The way I'm picturing Happy not necessarily giving a lot of compliments, or even giving ones that are all that wild or crazy. But the times he says anything complimentary to anyone it puts them back on their heels because he's usually just not like that. So often his version of complimenting someone is just not insulting them or not threatening them. So when he actually gives real compliments everyone is just 🤯

Jax tries to play it off like he finds it funny and like it's all one big joke but I just know that he's eating that shit up. I know it! I know it. He does that stupid (affectionate) little smirk and shakes his head but the second he turns around he's trying not to lose his fucking cool about it. Will threaten to suck someone's dick "as a joke" to try and get people off his case and it doesn't work and he pretends to be upset about it but he's not.

I picture Opie trying to stay on the outskirts of it all and then someone says something absolutely absurd to him and he nearly chokes on his beer. From that moment on he's not quite an active participant in the shenanigans but he doesn't hate the compliments, either.

For the Mayans boys??? I feel like Coco is very much in the same league as Tig in terms of giving compliments. Like we know that Coco doesn't shy away from the comments and the banter. We see that when they're all at the doc after Creep gets shot. And we also see the way that everybody jumps the fuck on board the second he gets it all going. He's just that good.

Gilly is all about it. I won't be convinced otherwise. The man was military like I just know that he'll say fuckin' anything to get a rise out of someone and I love that for him. He's not good at receiving compliments and the game of chicken is going to break him of that habit so fast. No one threatens to suck dick more than him. I can feel it in my bones lmao.

I feel like Angel is hesitant at first because he doesn't wanna make himself look like a fool. (Joke's on him, it's too late for that 😂) But once he realizes everybody is about it, he's into it. I think that he is the one who blushes the easiest and gets squirmy about it. It's the self esteem issues in him. He fumbles a lot, but when he actually gets his act together and delivers the line, he does it well.

Oh. EZ. My Ezekiel. People should know better than to underestimate him. Just because he's not loud like his brother and some of the other guys doesn't mean that he isn't all about shit like this. If these boys didn't have praise kinks coming into this, they will once EZ is done with them. I just know it.

The way I don't necessarily picture Hank throwing out a lot of ridiculous compliments, but the second that anyone says anything to him he instantly gets bashful. Suddenly the fucking sergeant at arms can't make eye contact with anyone because they're saying nice things to him.

I will be thinking about all of these boys being ridiculous for the foreseeable future. I owe you my life. 😌

#ask #asks #withmyteeth

[torterracotta]

BANSHEE???? THE COP?????

look, i went from the available choices, and my vote went to Beto anyway

Let's break these choices down, yeah?

Cyclops - tl;dr There are specific periods of time where Scott is "hot," and the vast majority of the time he isn't! Is he my blorbo? Yes. Do I run a sideblog where the header is his Foxy Grandpa Ass jutting out? Of course. Can I vote him in good conscience? I don't think so.

Colossus - the man spent how much time trying to fuck a fourteen year old? He heard Mutants were moving to a sex cult island and was baffled because his dead pal Jeff was a human. Pass.

Gambit - not even with Rogue's dick.

Wolverine - I only barely believe he can find the clit, and have ZERO confidence he could locate my prostate, and I'm unsure enough about his grooming habits that I wouldn't willingly put any part of myself in any part of him. Pass.

Iceman - Closeted Iceman? Maybe. But out Iceman is an overcompensating baby gay written almost exclusively by straight dudes, and I have a strict policy of never touching white gays who have "BBC" in their search history.

Warren Kenneth Worthington the Third - do you know what happens to Angel's love interests? I'd rather not be hatecrimed by Cameron Hodge for a few sweaty minutes of underwhelming halfhearted bottoming from a princess who provides the own stuffing for his pillows. Keep flying, birdboy.

Nightcrawler - I know, I know, the man is a sex icon, but I'm not getting involved in any of that family drama. If it's not his evil lesbian moms trying to kill me, it'd be his step-sisters trying to get back in his spandex. Not worth it, especially after all that shit in Way of X.

Havok - Matt Fraction's Clint Barton: The Mutant Flavor???? Listen, I adore a broken man who knows his place as much as the next nigga, don't get me wrong, but if I'm not picking Scott, I'm definitely not picking his Luigi.

I do appreciate his commitment to the bit, though.

Banshee - let's jump back to Cyclops for a minute. Without getting into shipping war bullshit, most of the times he's been "hot" are when he's playing off of Emma Frost, right? Emma's tertiary mutation is the ability to make everyone else more interesting just by association, because she's fucking great. I mean I just read an Iron Man book for her, for fuck's sake. Back in the 90's, when she was newly not-evil, she and Banshee were essentially the co-leads of Generation X, a book that, when it wasn't being the New New New Mutants, about two unreasonably sexy people who couldn't stand each other being unreasonably sexy at each other. Even putting that aside (and if you read a few issues, you'll get it), the man's spent decades dedicated to flying around with his tits out due to mysterious clothing damage, amd I appreciate that.

Sunspot - look, I fixated on him when I was nine, as the only character I could find who was like me at all, and that was ignoring all the gay subtext with his best friend even before it turned into outright queerbaiting. I grew up with him, and he's only gotten better since then. He's the only dude in my top 5 muties. He's flawless (give or take bad taste in men and a propensity for being whitewashed), he's perfect, he's hilarious, he's my vote AND yours, he's Sunspot.

Cannonball - in my seminal 2020 fic, "How Many Times Would You Say You've Been In Love," I summed Beto's Best Boy up thusly:

Sam laughed, a quiet, gentle, chuckle that crinkled the corners of his eyes, not that Roberto could bring himself to look at them. Instead his own eyes travelled everywhere else, from Sam's mess of a mop, to his strong jaw, to the gap in his front teeth, his okay-for-a-white-boy lips, the freckles that covered his nose, and ending up… 

Do I love Sam as a character? Absolutely, he's one of the best. But he's not hot, he's a lapse in taste. Love conquers all, they say. 😔

Bishop - as one of exactly two Black men the poll listed, I want to give Bishop his flowers, but I have never read a good Bishop story where he wasn't awful. No baby gays, but no self-hating Black genocidaires, either.

#x men

[moishecampbell]

like I just don’t get it man lol people in die hard ship dedicated fandoms love to present themselves as agents of progress who want their ship to go canon for the sake of representation and, indeed, gay rights and world peace, which is a whole other annoying thing, but in this specific case. So dean has religious trauma due to his mother’s death, a woman who was brainwashed by angels into falling in love with a man she couldn’t stand, had her mind wiped so she would stay with him until she fulfilled her rule of giving birth to two babies, and then died to jumpstart their revenge quest, right. and the fandom is like whwhahahah dean Didn’t Believe (Very Sad!) BUT he’s gonna find out that he was WRONG to be FAITHLESS because ANGELS are REAL and he’s gonna be CURED of his (trauma) faithlessness by FALLING IN LOVE with AN ANGEL, which, as we all know, is a pure beautiful being of pureness or truly, whatever the fuck, like I literally DON'T get it. WHAT is so beautiful about this. how is this not an incredibly conservative view of religion and faith. what is going on here

[clusterbuck]

catching each other undressing and very obviously checking each other's bodies out + Buddie

okay so this is like a test run for dive shop buddie basically

send me an intimate romance prompt!

eddie didn’t come to hazel cove to have a gay crisis. honestly, he didn’t.

it could be argued that his decision was driven by one or more other crises, but he hadn’t thought a sexuality crisis was going to be one of them.

then he’d walked into the small dive shop on the waterfront and seen evan buckley—buck, please—for the first time, and. well.

eddie doesn’t believe in love at first sight. he doesn’t believe love is something that just falls from the sky, something that can descend the moment you meet someone, something that sets off fireworks and makes angels sing. he believes love is something you build over time.

but one tuesday afternoon he’d walked barefoot down the beach and stopped in the doorway of underwater basket weaving, and the wind chimes hanging from the doorframe had jingled. the man leaning against the counter towards the back of the shop had looked up, blue eyes glinting, blond hair mussed in a way that made eddie think that if he ran his hands through it, it would feel saltwater-stiff. the man was wearing colourful board shorts and a tank top that threatened to slip over his shoulder, revealing more than a hint of well-muscled chest, and tattoos decorated his strong arms.

eddie doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but one tuesday afternoon he’d walked into underwater basket weaving and discovered that lust at first sight is something else entirely.

and that the gay crisis might be warranted. which is—he’s thirty-four, for god’s sake. this seems like something he should already have figured out. and yet—

now it’s weeks later, and buck’s somehow gone from his (very attractive) diving instructor to his (very attractive) best friend in this town. and he regularly wakes up in the middle of the night, his breathing ragged from the kind of dreams he’d never admit to having out loud. so it seems sort of pointless to try and deny that he’s having some kind of awakening.

it’s—really fucking inconvenient, actually. all he’d wanted is to get certified as a rescue diver since it’s a requirement for the fire department-slash-coast guard here, and he’d ended up accidentally meeting the man he thinks he wants to spend the rest of his life with. and he kind of always wants to put his mouth on him.

which is inconvenient, especially when they’re twenty feet underwater on one of his training dives and he’s supposed to be paying attention to the sea floor search pattern buck is demonstrating, but his eyes keep getting caught on the strong ripples of muscle in buck’s thighs and the way his rash guard clings to his arms.

buck swims up in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention, and eddie hopes the cold water surrounding them keeps his cheeks from looking quite as flushed as he thinks they are.

hopefully buck didn’t catch where his eyeline had been.

buck holds up his oxygen gauge and points at eddie, and eddie fumbles for it and holds it up. buck peers at it and nods, then points his thumb towards the surface. up?

eddie gives him the hand sign for okay and buck kicks his fins, checking the compass attached to his oxygen gauge and turning in a slow circle. he waves his hand, gesturing for eddie to follow, and they start making their way towards the shore.

they hadn’t been deep enough to risk the bends, but buck still takes the slow way, meandering along the slowly rising ocean floor instead of heading straight up. they have enough air left in their tanks, and eddie thinks buck’s figured out how much eddie loves being under. how much he loves the feeling of being weightless. they take the scenic route, passing by colourful coral reefs and schools of shiny fish that swim right up to them, curious, only to dart away the second eddie’s hand drifts towards them.

eddie’s never much understood meditation, but he thinks he might get it now.

they reach the shoreline, eventually, and buck stands up as soon as the water is waist-height but eddie stays horizontal, flipping onto his back, floating for as long as he can. buck spits his regulator out, opening and closing his mouth to loosen his jaw, and then it stretches into a grin.

“you’ll get sand all over your BCD,” he says.

eddie removes his regulator, pushes his mask up on his forehead, and tries to frown at buck, although the sun is high enough in the sky that it mostly comes out as a squint. “as if you weren’t gonna make me clean it anyway.”

“hey, equipment maintenance is important,” buck says. “all i’m saying is you’re making life harder for yourself.”

“worth it,” eddie says, crossing his arms behind his head. he’s floating in a foot of water at the most, the oxygen tank strapped to his back scraping along the bottom, and the gentle lapping of waves rocks him back and forth.

it’s peaceful as hell—or would be, if not for the asshole standing next to him who removes his flippers and empties them right over eddie’s face. eddie splutters, shifts, into a sitting position, and slaps buck’s calves with his oxygen gauge.

buck just laughs. “come on,” he says, offering eddie a hand. “let’s go rinse this stuff off, and then i think i have some beers in the office mini fridge.”

“you always have beers in the office mini fridge,” eddie mutters, but he pulls his fins off and takes the hand buck’s offering, pulling himself up.

“what, so you don’t want one?”

“that’s not what i said.”

buck leads the way to the outdoor shower round the back of underwater basket weaving and they rinse off their equipment. eddie makes a show of going over every inch of his BCD with the garden hose and buck sticks his tongue out at him, and eddie rolls his eyes mostly in an effort to make sure his gaze doesn’t get stuck somewhere it shouldn’t.

then buck turns on the overhead shower and steps under the spray. he runs a hand through his hair and shakes it out, and eddie has a brief vision of what it would look like in a shampoo commercial, in slow-motion with sensual music playing in the background.

eddie shakes his own head. now is not the time.

buck reaches for the hem of his rash guard, and before eddie knows what’s happening he’s pulling it over his head and buck is just standing there, shirtless, spray from the shower streaming down his unfairly impressive chest.

it’s—eddie’s pretty sure it’s illegal somewhere. there are obscenity laws, right? he’s pretty sure this counts as obscene.

buck opens his eyes, and from the smirk on his face eddie’s pretty sure he’s been caught staring. but buck doesn’t say anything, just inclines his head at the other showerhead and raises an eyebrow.

“oh, uh, yeah,” eddie says and hurries under the shower.

buck grabs some of the equipment and heads to the door and eddie turns the water on, hissing as the cool water meets his sunkissed skin. he fumbles at the back of his neck, tugging at his rash guard and pulling it over his head just as buck’s voice floats through the door to the shop.

“hey, eddie, you wanted a—” buck’s voice trails off, and eddie’s hearing is sort of impeded by the spandex around his ears but it sounds a little like buck gulps.

he pulls his rash guard all the way off and catches the way buck’s eyes stick on his abs, the way they drag slowly up to his face. buck’s pulled a shirt on, but he’s still damp and the shirt clings to the planes of his chest in a way eddie would very much like to trace.

“what’s that?” eddie asks.

“um,” buck says, blinking. “i just—you wanted a beer, right?”

“yeah,” eddie says, lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. he watches, gratified, as buck’s eyes track the movement of his arm.

“okay,” buck says. “i—okay. i’ll meet you out front?”

“yeah,” eddie says. “i’ll be right behind you.”

buck disappears inside again, and as eddie finishes showering he hears the now-familiar sounds of buck grabbing beers from the fridge and a couple of foldout chairs from the closet, and the wind chimes in the doorway as buck steps onto the beach. buck will set the chairs exactly two feet from the waterline when the tide is at its highest, and eddie will put his equipment away, step outside, and pull the door shut before throwing himself into the vacant chair on buck’s left side. it’s always his left side.

they’ll drink their beer and talk about everything and nothing, and the tide will come in, and eddie will demand buck shows him the marker he must have hidden somewhere to mark the high point of the tide. buck will laugh and say he just knows, that he has a connection with the sea, and eddie will roll his eyes as buck says maybe one day he’ll have one too.

energy will spark between them, loaded glances, shoulders bumped against each other, and eddie won’t do anything about it. not tonight. not until he’s sure.

not tonight, he thinks. but soon.

#911fic #buddie #whether or not this is fully canon within dive shop buddie will be determined when i uh. actually start writing dive shop buddie properly #yes the dive shop is called underwater basket weaving it’s a fuck you to the buckley parents #who you know would be the kind of people to be like college these days is in ruins you can major in all kinds of nonsense #like underwater basket weaving #ask emma #emma writes #dive shop buddie

[tiktaalic]

Thank you, your blog is refreshing in all this Jensen's bootlicking. Sometimes I fall into some "Nooo poor cis-straight white rich man, he tries his best UWU, he's been brainwashed by society :,,,( " too, reading your blog is a reality check.

And I swear LOL, the amount posts that frame him like the victim is hilarious, I'm used to "evil hellers ask Jensen about gays noooo" but after the last con I'm seeing a spike of "Poor Jensen, forced to endure Jared's homophobia :,,,,,,(". LOOOOOOOOOOOL.

We have to endure it, not him. Also he has the power to stop it.

i know i pull the southern card allllll the time but ive got multiple 70 yr old family members raised hardcore southern baptist in middle of nowhere texas or farms in kansas who are like. normal about gay people. if loretta can do it jensen ackles has it within himself to do it he just hasn't because he doesn't give a fuck !

i am feeling very tails_gets_trolled over awww poor jensen had to put up with jared's dumb answer and homophobia and couldn't say anything for the sake of his career :( bitch? poor ME who has to go thru hemming and hawing about well uh angels yknow they're not human so theirlove isnt rly yknow "gay" or "sexual" or "romantic"..... TWO!!!!!!!

#ask #anonymous #denver con

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STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 2nd square

not a date

read on ao3

Peter was utterly anxious. To be honest, he’s not even sure anything in his life stressed him more than that. To be fair, he wasn’t expecting this. At all. Let’s go back to earlier in the day. This morning to be more precise.

Peter was lying in his bed, watching some weird videos on YouTube. But it was Saturday morning. It’s what teenagers do on a early Saturday morning (read : at 10 am). Not that the boy was gonna say it out loud but it was either that, either reading fanfictions about Spiderman and Iron Man. But shhh if you ask him, he’d say it’s only for checking how people are describing him.

Anyway, he was watching some hilarious videos Ned has sent him for the last six days when his phone stopped the video in exchange of Tony Stark’s face. Peter’s heart skipped a beat in his chest, like every time Tony’s calling him. “Yes ?”, he answers with a faint voice. Most of the times, he has no issues talking to Tony face to face but god knows why, Peter has still big issues with calls.

“If this isn’t my favorite young adult. Hi, Pete. Im sorry if woke up you. Or maybe not that sorry, it was time to anyway.”, Tony’s voice says in the speaker. Peter’s cheeks redden at that. He doesn’t know the reason of it, but it’s been almost two months Tony stopped calling him a kid. And now he just said young adult, it gives hope to Peter’s poor heart. Maybe Tony stopped seeing him as a kid. Maybe he sees him more as an equal now ? Lost in his thoughts, the boy doesn’t even realize he didn’t answer to the man on the other side of the phone.

“Alright, imma take that as a no. Gosh, I wondered what happened to the boy that was practically begging to have all my attention.”, Tony laughs softly. Again, he just said Peter wasn’t that boy anymore. The boy makes a little shame sound to the man’s comment about his behavior, feeling his cheeks burning even more.

“N-no, im sorry, im here mr. Stark. You didn’t wake me up. And please take that back, I was never asking for you attention, old man.”, Peter shoots back. He loves doing that. He loves talking back to Tony. “Imma pretend I didn’t hear what you just called me. And Im also gonna pretend like you’re not shamelessly lying to me at the moment. Anyway, you have plans tonight ?”, Tony asks, a bit of growling in his voice. This automatically warms Peter’s heart. He’s probably gonna go to Tony’s lab tonight.

Peter was trying not to smile too much when he remembered Tony wasn’t actually there. “No, I don’t have anything. You want me in the lab ?”, the boy asks and immediately regrets his choice of words. want me in the lab. Fuck. He was gonna say sorry to that, but thanks god Tony speaks before he can make it even more awkward. “No actually I was thinking of something a little more fun. What do you say about eating in a fancy restaurant tonight ?”. Peter’s heart doesn’t skip a beat this time, it skips severals. Tony wants- what ?

“What ?”, he lets out, without even realizing it. “Should I take that as a no again ?”. Tony’s voice echoes in Peter’s brain but never gets analyzed. The boy’s still frozen, his phone hanging in his hand, the sound of his beating heart ringing in his ears.

“Peter ? Fri just told me your heartbeats are unsually high, are you okay ?”. And this time, that wakes him up. “Wh-what ? Oh.. no that’s- im okay, it’s just- MJ!”, Peter stutters as an answer. He swears he can hear Tony’s frowning’s expression in the silence that follows.

“I mean, she- MJ, she sent me a funny, a text, it reminded me of something and I huh.. yeah. No, that’s yes.”. Another long silence. that’s a yes. Peter feels like he just answered a proposal. “Yes as in, im free for tonight, mr. Stark.”, Peter finishes, his cheeks burning with shame.

“Great. And Im not gonna question what just happened, alright ? Be ready for 7.”, Tony simply says before hanging up. Just like that. Just like he didn’t just made Peter’s brain completely fry.

“Did Tony just asked me on a date?”, Peter asks himself out loud, alone in his bedroom, his jaw hanging in shook. What the hell ?

That’s how Peter started the most stressful day of his entire life. Exams ? Spiderman ? Thanos ? Forget all of this, he has a freakin’ date with Tony freakin’ Stark, that is the real stressful shit. He spends half of the day walking in his apartment.

Around 3, he starts to panic hard because Tony said fancy. But Peter doesn’t have fancy clothes. He stayed in front of his phone, hesitating to send Tony something about that or no. He doesn’t want Tony to think he only has kid’s clothes. But then, better this than showing up in a fancy restaurant with a pun-sweat right ?

PP : How should I be dressed for tonight ?

Peter finally sends, not asking but hoping Tony’ll understand what he meant. His smile increases when, 6 minutes after, his phone rings.

TS : Happy is gonna drop you a suit at 5.

Peter’s inside catches fire at that. The words sugar daddy are ringing in his ears. Tony is gonna buy him a suit. Just for tonight. For their date. “Oh my god, imma be sick.”, Peter mumbles. His heart has been beating so fast since the call. And he feels like he’s gonna throw up. And he’s also happy. So happy. But- a date ? With Tony Stark ? Peter has been in love with the man for- he can’t even remember. Of course at first it was just a fan crush, then a real crush, then it bloomed into full love. And Peter never thought he could had a chance. But- Peter’s thoughts get cut by the entry door opening.

It’s May. And it’s been 5 hours now that Peter is combusting with impatience all alone in his apartment that he just can’t help himself. As soon as May starts taking to him, he blurts out : “I’ve got a date tonight!”

That’s how the hundreds of questions start. May knows he’s gay. However, May doesn’t know he loves Tony and she definitely doesn’t know the actual date is with Tony. So when she starts asking who he is, Peter realizes it maybe wasn’t the best idea. So after receiving the 5 hugs May felt like she needed to give him for that, the boy sends another text to Tony.

PP : Can we meet at the park next to my building please?

And then, he lets May giving him advices for tonight. “Alright, I get why you won’t tell me. Even if Im a little concerned, I get it. Where is he taking you ?”, she asks, a big smile on her face. “I don’t know actually, he just said it was somewhere fancy.”, Peter answers, trying not to let his smile gets to him too much.

“And how are you gonna get dressed ? You maybe can try some of Ben’s suit ?”. And Peter’s heart warms at that proposition. “It’s alright May, I already have something to wear actually.”

The two next hours aren’t better, they’re worst. May continues giving him advices. For his sakes, Peter swears himself to never use some. Then he takes a shower, the longest he never took. Just in case. He wants all of his skin to smell good for Tony. His cheeks brun at this thought. Are him and Tony gonna.. ? Now his whole body is warming up and Peter can’t help but jerking off at the thought of him and Tony going home tonight and having some fun.

When Happy leaves him a text saying the suit is in the mailbox, the boy sneaks to get it. Once the suit is on him, Peter can’t stop looking at his own reflection in the mirror. It’s a light blue suit and fuck, he does look good in those. His whole skin is shivering because Tony bought it to him. Tony’s money is touching his skin. The boy snorts at his own weird thoughts. But he can’t help it.

A small whine escapes his lips when he realizes there’s still 1h30 before Tony comes to get him. And that’s the absolute worst feeling ever. Peter tries to work, to watch a tv show, to talk with May, to phone MJ or Ned, to build lego, but nothing is able to make the time look less slow. And the more the time passes, the more Peter’s stomach gets stress crushed.

When 7 pm is finally approaching, Peter’s not even sure he can breath anymore. “Peter, hey- Peter, please can you stop ?”, May finally snaps and Peter turns to her, ready to burst at her that she doesn’t know how he feels right now, but she shushes him before he can even start.

“Everything’s gonna go well, angel. But please, you’re gonna faint before you’ll even get there, alright ? You’re handsome my baby, he’s gonna love you.”, May tries to calm him by hugging him. He was about to answer her when the clock beside them shows that 7 pm is in 5 minutes. Peter jumps saying he’s gonna be late and rushes out of the apartment.

He went down the stairs, crossed the street and went to the park in a 1 minute time. His heart is menacing to get out of his chest. And when he finally hears Tony’s voice behind him, his whole body jerks and he turns to the voice.

His heart stops again. Holy fuck, Tony is- he’s god-handsome. Peter’s jaw opens and doesn’t close.

“You’re doing alright Peter ?”, Tony asks, after a few seconds. Peter tries. He tries really hard. But Tony is in front of him, in a grey suit that looks absolutely heavenly hot on him, and they’re going on a date and-

“Peter ?”, this time, he forces himself to answer before Tony decides to leaves him there. “Hum… huh- yeah? Yeah you look good. I- I mean.. Im good! Im doing… good.”. He watches in horror as Tony tries to not laugh at him. “Blue suits you, by the way.”, Tony comments and Peter tries not to blush or smile at that.

Then the older one shows him the car behind them and Peter hurries inside.

“So. Why the park ?”, the man asks after a few seconds. Peter’s brows frown in confusion. “Forget it. Everything alright Pete ? You look… tense. Did something happened while you patrolled ?”. And this time, Peter’s sure he’s blushing. Why can’t he just relax ? Okay it’s a date but it shouldn’t be any different than the rest of the time they spend together.

“Yeah.. Yeah im sorry I was just a bit nervous, you know… I… Im happy you invited me tho! So.. where are we going ?”, the boy tries to show he’s grateful for this. The last thing he wants is Tony thinking he’s not happy about the date.

“It’s an Italian restaurant, my favorite one. You’ll see, everything that’ll get into your mouth tonight will make you fly.”, Tony answers and there’s a silence. Peter’s cheeks burn hot now. Did Tony really said- oh my god. “Im just realizing how it sounds. Maybe not my best choices of words.”, the man laughs. laughs, as if he didn’t created a whole fire in Peter’s body. The boy just prays not to pop up a boner just because of a single sentence.

The rest of the ride is just small talks and when they finally arrive, Peter stays close to Tony, it makes him feel protected. And he likes it. The smile on his face is uncontrollable. He can’t believe he’s on an actual date with Tony Stark. His heart is about to burst from happiness. And the place is stunning, and Tony’s stunning. And Peter sees people watching them and he feels proud. He knows how much people want Tony. But Tony’s there with him.

Once they’re seated, Peter can’t help but stare at Tony who’s in front of him. And the only thing he can think of is that he loves him. But the boy shuts up. Tony didn’t mentioned it being a date yet, and even when he does, Peter can’t just say he loves him already.

When the menu comes, Peter just stare at the Italian names blankly. “I… I don’t understand anything that’s written.” , he murmurs to Tony, a bit ashamed. But the man just fondly snorts in response and translates him the different propositions. But after the explanations, Peter’s still lost as fuck. what the fuck are all of those ?. Tony laughs again, louder this time, noticing Peter’s lost face.

“You know what, I’ll order for you. How does that sound ?”. The boy’s heart stops and he flushes different shades of red at once. Tony is gonna order for him. “That- That sounds good. Im sorry I don’t know what are those.”, Peter finally says. “Hey, none of that Pete. Plus, Im kinda excited for you to try what I’ll pick for you.”, the man says, like it wasn’t making Peter squirm in his chair. Oh my god, he’s gonna die.

To give himself a bit of capacity, he pretends to read the menu once again and pouts noticing the prices aren’t there. Meaning it must be like, super expensive. He knows Tony can pay, and there’s a side of him that likes it. Because it’s easier for him to call Tony Daddy in his head. But there’s also a part of him that hates it because it feels like he can’t complete. May and Peter are kinda broke and Peter would have liked to be able to pay a restaurant to Tony too.

“What’s up with the pout ?”. Shit. “N-Nothing, mr. Stark really. It’s just… you know, I can’t… it’s a fancy restaurant and May and I aren’t…”, he begins but Tony cuts him. “Im stopping you right there, Peter. Im sorry if me picking a fancy restaurant embarrassed you, I should have asked where you wanted to go first. But don’t worry about that, okay ? Im not asking you to pay for anything, I invited you there.”. Peter feels his heart beating hard in his chest. “No, Im really happy to be there, I swear! I just… I just don’t want- I don’t know, forget it.”.

Tony does what Peter asked him, he drops the subject and start talking about Peter’s project in the lab. And that, it allows Peter to relax a bit. Because it suddenly feels like a normal time with Tony. And not a date. Well, a date yes but not an awkward one. And if Peter chokes on his own saliva when Tony orders in fucking italian in front of him, then at least, the man acts like he didn’t see it. And Peter’s happy there’s a table because explaining to Tony why he’s hard right now would have been real awkward.

It becomes a bit more awkward again when the meals arrive. Because Peter gets aroused by how good the food Tony picked for him is. Because Tony looks genuinely satisfied with the fact Peter moans at every bite he takes. And because watching the gorgeous man eating in front of him is also a whole show.

Peter is too occupied staring at Tony to realize he’s missing his mouth with the next bite he takes. The man laughs gently at him and Peter wants to fucking hide under the table because now Tony’ll think he doesn’t know how to eat.

“That’s good huh ? Knew you would like it.”, Tony smiles, after a minute of silence. The smile on Peter’s lips grows automatically. He likes that. He really likes that Tony knew what he’d like. “That’s… the best thing I ever ate mr. Stark!”, Peter answers, beaming with happiness. Even the awkward moments can’t ruin this for him. He’s so happy.

The rest of the evening goes well. So well even. But the more the end approaches, the more Peter can’t help but asks himself if something’s gonna happen or not. Like… Is Tony gonna bring him home ? Is he gonna kiss him ? Even the thought of that is enough to make Peter’s head feel dizzy. He can’t even let himself imagine something more than a kiss would happen. And if he does, he’s gonna combust in front of Tony. And before his mind decides to picture them having sex, Peter shakes his head, his cheeks reddening with both shame and want. He had so many dream about Tony, so many wet dreams about Tony. He has been dreaming about the man since even before they actually meet. And Peter feels like he would cum the second Tony lays a hand on him. That’d be pretty awkward. And then, Peter can’t help but wonder what Tony sees in him. He’s nobody. Tony can have whoever he wants, and still, he chose him. Does Tony know he’s a virgin still ? Would he care ?

“Okay, have you even listened to a word I just told you ?”, Tony asks, a jaded look on his face. Peter realizes the man has been talking to him and blushes in shame. “Im so sorry! I was thinking… I got lost in my thoughts, sorry.”, he apologizes, hoping Tony won’t think he’s boring him.

“Wow, he’s getting invited to the fanciest restaurant ever and still act like it’s not enough. What more do you want Parker ?”, Tony jokes and one part of Peter is happy he didn’t get upset. Another part of him just wanna scream he wants Tony to kiss him once they’re out of the restaurant. But what if Tony wanna take his time ? He doesn’t wanna sound as desperate as he really is.

“I’d really love for a car.”, Peter jokes back, glad he made Tony smile. “Ask and you shall receive.”. And Peter doesn’t know how honest Tony is with this. He hopes the man is joking. But Tony’s intense look in his eyes when Peter said those words is enough to make him realize the man is serious about this. “I was joking, mr. Stark.”, the boy adds, just to be sure he won’t receive a car tomorrow. Tony doesn’t answer anything to that, which is kinda weird, but Peter doesn’t think too much about it.

When the server comes back and asks if they want a dessert, Tony answers for him again. No. This time Tony doesn’t wait for Peter to even asks him, he just orders him something in Italian again.

“I could have asked him for ice cream you know…”, Peter whines, faking a pout. “Oh so he understands Italian now.”. And the smile Tony had on his lips almost all night is making Peter heart feel so light.

“I don’t, but I don’t think I need a italian degree to understand ‘gelato’, old man.”, Peter teases, making himself feels hot all over his body. He sees Tony’s gaze changing a bit too. Is Tony loving this as much as him ? “Brat.”, the man accuses and Peter stops himself to make a punishment joke. They’re not there yet.

The boy is now eating his damn vanilla ice cream and can’t help the blush creeping on his face again. Tony is staring at him. Not watching. Staring. Peter’s senses can feel his intense gaze on him, on his face. And the boy feels like he doesn’t know how to eat anymore. He’s sure he’s putting ice cream everywhere on his lips and wants to die about it.

“Y-You didn’t want to take something ? Huh… dessert or- or coffee ?”, he stutters, to make things less intense, because Peter is seconds away to moan under Tony’s gaze. “Im all good, thanks Pete.”, Tony answers and the boy doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not but Tony’s voice sounded more… low ? He goes back to eating his ice cream, hoping it’s the last ice cream he’ll ever eat in his life.

When they finally go out, Peter feels drunk. He’s so happy, so nervous and so horny at the same time. He’d say so in love but let’s not brings more awkward to this. They walk in silence to Tony’s car. And just before Tony can open his car, Peter blurts out : “Thank you so much for the dinner mr. Stark! It was really really good and really fun. I liked it… a lot.”, he says, knowing he’s blushing again but doesn’t care at this point. Maybe Tony is waiting for him to make the first move. Because he doesn’t wanna rush him.

“Pleasure was mine, Pete.”, the man answers, a soft smile on his lips. And then, Peter doesn’t even realize what his body his doing, but that should be the good time no ? His heart is pounding so fast and loud in his chest, ears and whole body as he leans and kiss Tony. A smack. Just a smack. Because Peter doesn’t even know how to kiss. It was fast, but enough to make Peter’s heart explodes in his chest.

But then he sees Tony’s face. Tony’s frozen and shocked face. Shit. Did it was too soon ? Did it sucked ? Did Tony expected someone who could actually kiss him ? Peter wants to throw up. ”Mr. Stark ?”, he asks faintly.

“Peter. What… What was that ?”, Tony questions, his tone dangerously flat. “I- I thought… Im so sorry I... You know with the date and all, I thought maybe… maybe it was a good time to kiss you, you know ? Im sorry if Im not a g-”, Peter painfully begins but gets cut by Tony. “Wait- A date ? It wasn’t a date.”, the man says, his voice suddenly high. Peter’s blood turns cold in his whole body.

What ?

“Wh- What ?”, he breathes, voice already trembling. Oh god no. No no no no, this can’t be happening.

“This. That’s- Christ, Peter. It wasn’t a date. I- I didn’t- We’re not- Fuck.”, Tony panics, his voice almost screaming the last bit, stepping back from Peter. Peter who’s still frozen, watching what’s happening in front of him without being able to move.

“Oh god, Im so sorry if I made you think it was a date, kid. Im- It wasn’t my intention.”, Tony tries to apologize, clearly still panicking. The only word echoing in Peter’s brain is kid. Tony hasn’t called him like that for months. And now he’s doing it again.

“Peter, kid. Shit, you can’t cry- I- Peter Im so sorry I shouldn’t-”. And it’s only when Tony says that that Peter realizes tears are rolling down his cheeks. His heart feels heavy in his chest. No. His heart feels completely crushed in his chest. And the humiliation. The boy still stands there, only capable of crying in front of Tony, who’s panicking on his own.

“Kid, you- Im sorry, Im not mad I swear, we can’t- We just can’t. We’re not… that.”. And Peter’s heart feels like breaking again. “D-Don’t call m-me k-kid.”, and it’s the only thing Peter can lets out before fully starting to cry. Small hiccups escaping his lips.

Tony watches in horror, unable to do much. “Peter, im begging you- stop crying, im not mad, you’re- kid I-”, the man starts and if he wasn’t so much in pain, Peter would have been genially shocked to see Tony struggling so much to speak. “Stop ca-calling me a kid!”, the boy almost screams, surprising both himself and Tony. The man steps back again. There’s a silence. A loud one. A painful one.

“Im sorry. It’s my fault if you thought- Jesus, it’s my fault if you mistook this, Peter. Im sorry I let you think this was a… a date. You can’t- it’s not on you, Im not mad.”, Tony speaks again. But it’s only words. Peter’s brain shut himself. He doesn’t understand what Tony is saying to him. He just wants to die.

“But- But I lo-”, he starts, desperately, only to get cut by the man in front of him again. “No. No you don’t. You- Jesus ki- Pete, it’s not-” and there’s a silence again. “It’s not wh-what ? True ? H-How would you know ? And wh-why… what was al-all of this for if-if it was- n’t a.. a da-date ?”, the boy desperately questions, in between cries. Tony’s pained expression intensifies. “Pete, stop crying.”.

“Answer me!”, the younger one screams. He can’t believe Tony. It’s not true. Tony is just being- delusional.

“Christ why are you doing this ? Peter, it was just- just… us.”. Peter never heard Tony’s voice sounding so desperate before today. But he can’t care. He feels like he’s been crushed by a fucking plane right now.

“Us ? Ye-yeah and Im- im saying that us, is me lo-lo-loving you and you- you looking at me with- with that look in your eyes.”. And Peter can sees Tony’s eyes watering. Again, it’d be the first time he sees Tony crying, but he still can’t care. The man just steps back and sighs, passing both of his hands on his face.

“You stopped calling me ki-kid. And- and you order for me- and- and sh-shit! I- I know you like it. I know i-it because I can se-see it, mr. Stark. I- I want- I want you… pl-please.”, Peter cries even harder now, his voice constantly cut by cries. “Please.”, he begs again. And it’s even more painful because Tony doesn’t answers anything. The man just stand in front if him, completely frozen, with a pained expression on his face. But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t deny it. Why doesn’t he deny it ?

And suddenly, Tony’s warms hands are on his cheeks, trying to wipes the endless tears coming out of Peter’s eyes. But the sensation of the hand on his cheeks only makes Peter cry more. “Peter… Peter, baby.. please. You- fuck. You have to stop, alright ?”, Tony whispers, so close to him, but yet so far. baby.

Peter doesn’t realize he leans on the touch, he doesn’t realize Tony’s other hand is clenching hard on his light blue jacket. And despite everything that is happening right now, Peter only wants them to kiss. A real kiss.

But the next thing he feels is Tony’s strong body against him. The man is hugging him and Peter can’t help but hug him back, his cries still loudly getting out. “Peter, please. I can’t. You know I can’t. Im so sorry. I shouldn’t have invited you, I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have let myself- I can’t.”, Tony murmurs those things in Peter’s ear, tightening his arm around the boy’s body and it only hurts Peter more. Why is Tony saying all of this ? What does it mean ?

“Please…”. It’s all what Peter is capable to say. Please love me. He feels Tony’s body, Tony’s warmth getting away and hates it. And the boy can’t take it. It hurts so much. So before Tony can even answer with another apologize, Peter’s wrists move on their own, and the next second he’s not there anymore, he’s on the top of the building next to the restaurant. He has to get away from Tony. He can’t stay there.

And if Peter hasn’t jumped on another building right away, he would have been able to hear Tony whispering on his own. “Pete… I wished you’d understand why this can’t be a date, why I can’t let you love me back.”, finally letting himself cry now that Peter ran away.

second square for @starkerfestivals 🙈🙈

alright so first of all im so sorry for this fjndldl 😭😭😭 this bingo is challenging me so much tho bc i wrote my first tony fucking peter and now i wrote my first sad ending

its just the first thing that came to my mind seeing ‘not a date’ so i followed my idea

also i edited it three fucking times bc tumblr was being a bitch with me today 🔪

#starker #ironspider #leah writes sometimes #starkerfestival summer bingo #starkerfestivals #starkerfestivalsevents #sfsummerbingo21

[dntknonuttin]

You know you wanna do the meme for odie u silly goose

I DO THIS IS WHY I REBLOGGED THAT POST IN THE FIRST PLACE.

So, I am like the only human probably left on earth who still cares about Odie from Soul Nomad BUT I wanna just share my feelings about him soooo bad.

Sexuality Headcanon: Just everything we see in-game, I have to say THIS MAN IS GAY, GAY AS SHIT. maybe Bi so I can selfship myself with him. But yeah, This guy totally likes dudes.

Gender Headcanon: MOST Likely Cis Male... but.. IDK I can totally see this middle-aged dork maybe... dressing in cute clothes... 👀 (Vitali plz give him a makeover he needs one so bad)

A ship I have with said character: I to this DAY have no idea how in the height of the yaoi shipping for the sake of shipping-era of the late 2000s, NO ONE shipped him with Endorph, SERIOUSLY? Those two BOTH had a really deep bonding moment. It was like, the ONE time anyone had any faith in Odie at ALL, and that memory helped him actually unlock an ancient magic barrier! (that's revealed later in the game it wasn't ALL that impressive he did that BUT STILL.) Just one of these days I'm writing a fic shipping them I swear to GOD.

A BROTP I have with said character: Just the ending he has with Revya is super cute qwq he's like so thankful for them for believing in him! (He calls Revya his guardian angel! that's so sweet!) I like to think he just becomes Revya's weird doofy magic uncle C:>

A NOTP I have with said character: IDK if anyone ships them, but I think even the ending they have with Revya goes out of its way to NOT depict them romantically?! (thank god, Revya's like 17?!? that be really gross.) just basically anyone who's young/under 18 I just.. Nah don't ship em with the weird middle-aged wizard.

A random headcanon: I am convinced his dad, whoever the previous Dio was, did legit abuse him, like he totally lacks all confidence in himself, and just tries so hard to be at ALL taken seriously at all. Like I know he's like a 'haha funny midboss character', I know, but I really think he had a shitty childhood and his dad was an utter asshole to him and disowned him out when he was pretty young :<.

General Opinion over said character: HE IS SO UNDERRATED? I feel a lot of that is he's doofy as fuck looking and not an anime pretty boy like a lot of nippon ichi characters are, (let alone midboss characters, who are normally ALL pretty boys.) But! He's really a good character! He's fun! his theme music is sad clown music basically! I know this fandom is basically dead and he's never gonna get his time to shine but... IDK I guess my message to the 5 Soul Nomad Fans who are still semi-active, just, he deserves more love...

#nuttin responds! #soul nomad and the world eaters

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

If it were up to you on making a set of chimeras which set of four powers would you give them and what would they look like?

I'm going waaaaay off your conditions here for the sake of being silly.

Fire and Ice - combination of Pyro and Iceman, with a dash of Sunfire so that he can also generate fire. Can switch between fire and ice forms, but not both at once, although he can control existing fire while in ice form. Slim, fun-loving, sarcastic, and a little bit homicidal. Super-duper gay, although I'm not sure that counts as a super-power. But it should.

Captain Planet - Earth! (Rictor). Fire! (Sunfire!) Wind! (Storm). Water! (Iceman). Heart! (Anna Marie Cortez, an empath). By their genetics combined, he is Captain Planet! Go Planet! Let's just say that this chimera has blue skin and green hair, despite looking absolutely nothing like any of his genetic donors. Avalanche and Pyro are super bitter about being left out of the elemental chimera.

The Flying Capitalist - all wealthy CEO's of the mutant world, combined into one ultimate business woman. The DNA of Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, Sunspot, Monet, Angel, but she basically looks like a big, bulky Monet with wings. The only hint of Emma is a red-tinted diamond form that she can assume. Energy absorption, telepathy, super-strength, super-corporate, super-synergy! She can't be stopped. Will probably wind up fighting Captain Planet.

Zoo - Wolverine, Wolfsbane, Feral, Thorn, Catseye, Toad, Mammomax, Sabertooth, Wild Child, Hairbag, Shark girl, Beak, and any other animal-based mutants that I forgot. She is furry, scaly, and has gills. She can leap, fly, breath underwater, has super-senses, strength and agility, healing factor. She will fuck you up.

Literally just all the Marauders - Emma, Kate, Pyro, Storm, Bishop, Callisto, Iceman, Jumbo Carnation. Dark-skinned man with curly white hair. Mastery of elements, phasing, energy absorption, telepathy, super-good at knife throwing. Enjoys writing and fashion design in his spare time. Somehow has an Australian accent despite being grown in a lab.

Girl Power - Jean, Emma, Wanda, Storm, Polaris - all the most powerful female mutants. Incredibly powerful, insanely beautiful. Constantly outshine the dude they get saddled with. Will inevitably get possessed by Phoenix, lose control of their powers, do horrible things, or become mentally unstable, and be killed, disgraced or depowered, because women can't have nice things.

Q - combination of all the reality warpers, including Legion, Wanda, Jamie Braddock, Proteus, Mad Jim Jaspers. Inexplicably looks like John De Lancie. Really likes to bother Xavier, but calls him Jean Luc.

Sex Bomb - Gambit, Namor, and Nightcrawler. Blue fur, tail, red eyes, winged ankles, Mr. Spock eyebrows. Can blow things up, teleport, breath underwater, fly, and pole-dance. Very flexible. Looks really damn good in a swimsuit.

Useless Rich Pretty Boy - Shinobi Shaw and Fabian Cortez combined. Can phase and boost other mutants, but mostly just wants to take selfies by the pool. Pretty like Shinobi, but with Fabian's 90's bulk. Beautiful, long black ponytail that seems to float on it's own accord.

I'm sorry, I'm not good at combining powers in a cool way, I just like being dumb.

[absoloutenonsense]

“Sorry,” Harry’s voice comes through, sounding a little further away this time. His voice gets clearer the longer he talks. “I’m sorry, I dropped the phone.”

“Oh, that’s okay.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Louis listens to Harry’s breathing and tries not to panic that he’s already done something wrong. Other than, you know, pretending to be an operator when he’s actually just the guy who connects the call. He has absolutely no training and no idea what to do. Sure, he’s done a bit of dirty talk with some past partners, but nothing so official. He’s not prepared on how to handle the silence. 

“Sorry,” Harry says again. “I’m sorry, I really wanted to jump right in, but I think I’m too nervous.” He sighs. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Hey,” Louis says, a little softer now from the distress in his voice. “It really is okay. I’m… I’m actually nervous too,” Louis says truthfully, looking at his computer screen and sighing. 

Harry snorts. “Yeah sure.”

“What?”

“You do what, dozens of these calls a day? What’ve you got to be nervous about?”

“Truth be told,” Louis says, “I’m pretty new at this.” Started about two minutes ago, actually, he adds in his own head. 

“Oh,” Harry says. 

Ah, fuck. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Maybe Mr. Sexy Voice wanted someone worldly and experienced to walk him through this. Louis rolls his eyes at his own stupidity. 

“That makes me feel better, actually,” Harry says then. 

Oh. Okay. Okay, Louis can work with this. He loves comforting people. He can muscle his way through this. 

“Good,” Louis says. “So… what did you do today?”

Harry giggles, and it makes Louis smile. 

“We can start as slow as you want,” Louis says. “We can just talk, if you want. It doesn’t have to be, you know, that.” 

Harry sighs. “But I do want that.”

“Okay,” Louis says, drawing out the ‘o’ a little in what he hopes comes across as understanding-but-curious. 

“It’s just… so like…” He huffs. “I suppose… I don’t know you so I can just, like, say it right? Because I don’t know you and you can’t hold this against me and it doesn’t really matter.”

“Of course.”

“Right so, I’m just sort of starting the process of kind of… coming out. Maybe.”

Louis blinks at his monitor and feels his heart go a bit soft at that. “Congratulations,” he says. 

“Thanks,” he says in an unsure voice. 

“No really,” Louis reassures. “Even if you had the easiest time in the history of the world, there’s always that bit of stress, isn’t there? The build up, the fear… probably judgement from at least a couple of your dad’s friends who no longer know how to talk to you if it’s not about girls.”

That gets a big laugh from Harry. “Sounds like you know from personal experience.”

Louis raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side, shrugging even though no one’s there to see him. “Had a barbecue after finishing secondary school, just about a month after I’d told everyone, and three of my stepdad’s friends tried to ask me if I was going to uni for fashion. Not slagging off fashion or anything, but it was like they completely forgot I’d gotten a football scholarship. Would’ve rather them try to pretend to know anything about that instead.”

Harry giggles and the sound is tinny, like he’s pulled the phone away from his mouth. 

“My nana asked me if it meant I didn’t believe in God anymore and my grandad bought me lipstick for my birthday last month.”

Louis laughs. “Did you wear it to mess with them?”

“Nah,” Harry says. “Gave it to my sister. It was a coral… so not my shade.”

“Love a man who knows his color wheel.”

Harry lets out a hiccup-y laugh. “Of course. I got it in my gay lifestyle welcome kit.”

“Oh, are they still giving those out? How many different flavoured condoms did you get?”

“None, unfortunately, for those of us who are too scared to even think of approaching a man they fancy.”

Louis smiles down at his keyboard. “There’s no need to rush, you know,” he says. “You don’t have to dive straight into chatting up blokes.”

“I know, I’m diving gay in.”

Louis pauses as the pun hits him, and then he groans. Harry’s giggling as he says, “That was awful.”

“Puns aren’t supposed to be good.”

“Yeah, but there’s not good and then there’s I-may-never-laugh-again terrible.”

“Oh no!” Harry says. “You’ve got such a lovely laugh. I’d be torn to bits if I was the reason you never laughed again.” 

Louis feels himself blush a little. Which is just absolutely ridiculous. This isn’t flirting, Louis reminds himself. Harry is paying to talk to you, you’re providing a service. Man up for fuck’s sake.

“You sound angelic,” Louis says, wincing as he tries to gauge whether or not that sounds too cringe or not. 

“Hmm,” Harry hums thoughtfully. “Can I be honest? Like maybe too honest?”

Louis pauses and then nods, before realizing again, Harry can’t see him. “Yes.”

“I don’t like your sexy voice.”

A laugh is startled out of Louis. “What?”

“I’m sorry!” Harry says, an edge of laughter to that as well. “I’m sure I’m the nutter here, like the only one who doesn’t, but I can’t help it. All I can picture is someone holding a rose in between their teeth and wiggling their eyebrows and it’s just not working for me.”

Louis is in absolute bits at that image, doubled over in his chair. 

“Honest! It’s like you’re wearing a fedora and about to tell me my eyes look like a plush forest.”

Louis’ wheezing.

“That nothing means anything in the world if I’m not the girl by your side!”

“Okay, okay, enough!” he says. “Enough, enough. I get it. Gone, it’s gone. Oh fuck my stomach hurts. Christ, I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.”

Harry lets out a pleased noise on the other end of the line. 

“So no voices,” Louis says. “What’re you into then?”

“Dunno,” Harry says, and then he sighs. “I feel like I haven’t had the chance to figure it out yet.”

“Well, here’s the perfect place to start, love. You’ve already shit all over me voice—”

“Just the fake sexy voice!” Harry interrupts. 

“—so I think we can be open and honest with each other. What do you think you’d like? What’ve you liked before?”

Louis watches the screen in front of him go black from being idle for so long. His heart picks up as he rushes to keep it on, and panic-checks his logs. Okay, okay, Sam and Patrick are free now, but no one’s waiting in the queue thank god.

“Suppose I like to be taken care of,” Harry says quietly. “And taking care of someone else. The last— like the relationship I was in before… it was all about making her feel good, for me.”

Louis nods and makes a noise to show he’s listening. 

“I like being held.”

“Mhm.”

“And I like… ugh, I’m really not sure.” 

“That’s okay,” Louis’ quick to say. “It’s all okay, Harry. There’s no wrong answers for what you like.”

“I feel like ‘I don’t know’ isn’t a great one.” 

“It’s an honest one,” he says sincerely. “You wanted me to pretend I was your boyfriend at the start, right?”

“Yeah,” Harry breathes out. “Everything else just feels to much, y’know? Like I just want to be good at things straight away, or at least pretend I’m good at them.” He chuckles a little hollowly. “Suppose I mucked that up quite quickly here.”

“C’mon,” Louis says. “I’m so happy you let me know.” And he is. He feels much more relaxed now, like he’s talking to a friend, or maybe a long-term boyfriend, if he had one of those recently. “We’ve gotten to know each other a bit, which is nice. But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We have been on for nearly twenty minutes now, and I’m sure your credit card will feel that in the morning. We can call it a night, if you want?”

Oi, Louis, shut the fuck up about ending calls early, he thinks. That’s gotta be like, rule number one of phone-sex-operating. 

A pause. In a quiet voice, he hears Harry say, “No.”

Louis can’t help but smile. “Should we try again? From the top?” Harry giggles and immediately, Louis adds, “Don’t you dare make a topping joke.”

Which makes Harry laugh really hard for a full minute before it drifts out into soft, lovely giggles. 

#operator au #1000 feelings fic #really trying to crack down and write this one now #life has just been a lot ya know #but excited to get more into this #this is much longer than a proper snippet should be rip #many lovely people have tagged me in a variety of things over the last few weeks! #thank you all! I appreciate the tag! I've just been low motivation recently #so it goes!

[tbtssstuff]

Wings of an Angel || pjm

↣ Summary: You didn’t know anything about ballet, but Jimin was desperate for a partner. Even if that meant dancing with a hip hop delinquent.

🎵 Four: I hate you

↣ Pairing: Ballet Dancer!Park Jimin x Hip Hop Dancer!Reader

↣ Genre: Social media au, Fluff, Angst, SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER

↣ Word Count: 1.6k

↣ Warnings: Thigh riding, sub Jungkook, brief hand job, switch reader, dom Jimin being manipulative to get what he wants, dirty talk, Jimin being a bit of a dick

Masterlist

-TJ/ TacoAdmin🌮

You couldn’t believe that Jungkook was being a big baby about not sleeping with you. Yeah you were one of the best lays on campus, but still.

Though you can’t deny that the thought of Jungkook whining and begging for your touch didn’t turn you on. Whenever you hear about his sexcapaides, since your school is nothing if not discrete, he’s always been the typical dominant man so thinking of him being your sub made your panties soaked.

Jungkook’s dorm comes into view and it just excites you even more. Why didn’t you do this sooner? Well you guess if you did then he wouldn’t be willing to worship the ground you walk on.

Nothing could ruin this night.

Well nothing except running into Park Jimin in the elevator.

“What are you doing here?” He asks as you lean over to press a floor button, his eyes lingering a little too long on your exposed chest.

“Here for a friend and a night of fun, something you have no idea about.” You smirk as you see Jimin roll his eyes. 

“How did you like walking here wet?”

This little man (it didn’t matter if he was three inches taller than you) had the audacity to say that to you? What made it worse was that it was funny and you snorted.

“Nice comeback.”

The elevator door opens and you step out, Jimin hot on your heels. “Why won’t you be my dance partner?”

“Because I don’t know ballet Jimin. You know I don’t do sequences and frilly skirts. Unlike you.”

“That was one time and it was for a competition.”

You snicker as you stop in front of Jungkook’s door, knocking on it before turning back to Jimin, leaning against the frame. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to open the door, sending you tumbling backwards into his room. “Yeah but you just looked so gay. If I didn’t know you any better I would have sworn you were. You are super close to that Taehyung guy.”

Jimin’s face reddens a little, but he keeps his composer. “Tae is just a friend and you know that I am far from gay.”

He was right and you knew it. While you told your boys that Park Jimin was a bad fuck he was actually one of the best you’ve had. Jimin lived to please, his long fingers, plush lips, and skilled tongue was your undoing. He usually had you cumming before you even knew what happened.

Not that you would ever admit it to his arrogant ass.

“Whatever.” Was all you got a chance to say before Jungkook opened the door, his eyes trailing down your body and back up. “Finally Kook.”

“Sorry it took me so long, princess.”

You smile. “Cute, but don’t call me that. Bye Park.” You wave and make your way into Jungkook’s room, him shutting the door behind you.

“So..” Jungkook starts. “Jimin?”

“Don’t even get me started on him. Now come here.” You pull at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. “I want these clothes off and you on the bed.”

Jungkook is quick to follow your orders, his shirt already gone by the time he got to the bed. Ever the eager bunny.

You make your way over to him, crawling up the bed to situate yourself on his strong thighs. God they felt magical against your pussy, just like you thought. You hum happily as you grind down on him, enjoying the intake of breath Jungkook takes, his fingers gripping your hips.

“God…” He breathes, flexing his leg, making you whimper a little, “You have got to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

You lick your lips, racking your nails down his chest, a grunt coming from Jungkook.

“Oh trust me,” You purr, leaning in close, your lips just inches from his, “I know.”

Without a second thought you smash your lips against his, slipping your tongue into his mouth and lowering yourself to continue to grind on his sculpted thighs.

This wasn’t the first time you’d slept with one of your friends. They were hot and you had needs and thankfully so did they, but you had never taken Jungkook up on his pleas to sleep with you.

Why? While he acted like a big macho man, he was also a little bit of a softy and you were not nice during sex.

Jungkook whines when you card your fingers through his long black locks, tugging it harshly. You pulled away from him and admired how fucked out he looked, lips a little swollen, his eyes clouded by lust and he was completely out of breath.

“Mhmmm,” you kiss up his jaw, your hand moving to cup his very prominent bulge, “Look at you. Such a fucking slut.” Jungkook moans when you rub his cock through his jeans, the rough material feeling euphoric. “So needy and all I did was kiss you. How are you supposed to keep up, bunny boy?”

“I I can - ahh~”

You cut him off when you unbutton his jeans and stick your hand past his jean and into his underwear, taking a hold of his hard cock and pumping him a few times, making sure to swipe your thumb over his slip to gather the precum as lubricant.

Curses and your name seems to be the only words Jungkook knows since it’s the only thing coming out of his gaping mouth, drool falling from the corner of his mouth, and you were loving every minute of it.

But like all things, it comes to an end.

Not with Jungkook cumming, but with his phone blasting some god awful sound beside you guys.

Don’t answer it. Don’t answer it. Don’t…

“Hello?”

You groan, releasing his cock and falling on the bed beside him, the mood completely ruined.

“What? No I told you I couldn’t come in ton- Well yeah… Ugh fuck you too Frank! You owe me BIG.” Jungkook hangs up the phone and turns to you sheepishly. “Y/n…”

“Don’t.” You wave him off, “ Go on.”

“Thank you, I’m so so so sorry.” Jungkook leans over the bed, kissing you at first quickly, but then over and over again, like he couldn’t get enough of your lips. “We need to finish this one day.”

You get out of bed and push him towards the door, chuckling a little. “Go loser!”

Being the amazing friend you are, you got him out of his room and sent him off to work no matter how frustrated you were that you didn’t cum or have sex. Jungkook has a big cock from what you felt and your walls were clenching around nothing at the thought of him filling you up.

You groan once the elevator doors close and Jungkook wasn’t in sight. Looks like it was going to be you and your special happy toy tonight.

“Are you done already? I didn’t know Jungkook had a short fuse.”

“For your information.” You turn around to see Jimin wearing no shirt and leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. Seeing him caught you off guard a little. 

Jimin always had a nice body, toned and hard, and it was something you never got used to. You knew him when he still had a little bit of baby fat on him, it was cute, but since he seriously started dancing his body morphed into a greek statue.

“For my information?” Jimin smirks, knowing the effect he still has on you and it pisses you off. He had been the only man that had ever made you submissive and he still does.

You clear your throat, unknowingly rubbing your thighs together. “He was called into work, but I had him whining like a bitch in heat.”

Jimin chuckles, pushing himself off the wall and walking towards you. “Like I had you?”

“That’s not fair Jimin.”

“What I see is that you are horny as hell and your dick appointment is gone. You could always come back to my room, you know, for old times sake.”

You just wanted to smack that cocky smirk right off his face because if you know Park Jimin there will be a catch, but he knew you would agree to anything right now.

“Wouldn’t that be nice? I may not be your good whiny boy like Jungkook, but I can make you scream. My head buried between your legs,” You shiver as his fingertips lightly run up the side of your thigh, “fingers buried deep in that pretty pussy of yours, though I bet you would be stretched enough for me not to even need to. I bet I could just slide my cock into you and fuck you to next week.”

You whimper at the thought, your knees shake, threatening to give out. God everything he said sounded amazing and exactly what you needed. You hated that after all this time he knew exactly what to say to almost make you beg for him. No man has ever done that before, not even Yoongi or Hoseok when you slept with them, but here he was the angel of Big Hit University acting less like an angel and more of the devil.

“All you have to do is agree to be my dance partner and I’ll take you back into my room.”

“Fuck you Park.”

“Mhmmm is that a yes?”

“I hate you.”

“I need to hear it, Y/n.”

“Yes I’ll be your dance partner.. Now please fuck me before I go mad.”

Jimin motioned to his room, “Your wish is my command.”

Tag list: @ggukkieland @lovelyseomin @arcadechick @preciouschimine​ @staerryminimini​

#bts social au #bts social media au #park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #Wings of an Angel #tacoadmin #tbtsstuff

[johnseedfanclub]

Wip Day

Startin this bad boy up (at least this is an attempt)

Chapter 6(?)

TW: Mentions of drugs, suicide, vulgar language, hallucinations, abuse, vomiting

Angel rose up out of bed with a groan followed by a stretch

“Good fucking LORD” Angel grinded out as he cracked his back “I feel worse than that one time I was injected with fucking ketamine...”

After contemplating his life choices, and considering putting a bullet to his head, Angel managed to drag himself towards the window of his room.

“Hmm. Still out here huh?” Angel grumbled discontentedly “I would’ve hope it was a dream” Angel looked up as if he were speaking to God himself

Angel made his way downstairs and looked around. House was still quiet. There’s no way that she was taken, right? Missy couldn’t be gone. Angel had his own “gifts” but Missy was a trained army soldier, maybe higher than just a soldier. All Angel knew was that she was trained in the army and probably had way more control over herself than he did over himself.

“..Missy..?...MISSY?!” Angel called, walking through the deathly silent home

No...no..this isn’t good...They couldn’t have possibly kidnapped her. She’s a trained professional. She would know what to do in these situations. Angel is more likely to get himself captured and probably nearly get himself, and others, killed in the process. And aside from that, if Missy is gone...what will be of Angel? He is nothing but a ticking time bomb waiting to lose control.

Suddenly the silence was broken as his radio cracked “Ayooooo Angel!!!”

Angel jolted nearly sending himself out of his skin “Who the fuck is that” Angel took out his radio “How did I not lose this shit...” he whispered to himself before clicking the radio “Hello..?” Angel answered back

A voice of happiness and relief was heard on the other side “Angellll! Great to hear you’re alive bud! Kinda heard a lot of ruckus going on back at the bunker since you were....ya know...spotted and all but this whole ordeal kinda died down a bit of course..for now that is”

Jesus Christ who is this guy and why is he rambling at a time like this...it’s too fucking hot and early to be talking a man’s ear off.

“Also uh..Sorry about the whole smoke sesh we had the other day I kinda got a bit too excited and gave you way more than a shoulda..You probably feel-“

For fucks sake.

“Jesus fuck you’re talking way too fucking much.” Angel clicked the radio and it went dead silent. Angel drew out a deep sigh and clicked the radio again “Sorry...Havin a bad mornin...what’s your name now?”

“Oh shit my bad- you’re probably feeling like a dog that got ran over!” Connor laughed on the other side “Probably can’t remember a damn thing either...I’m Connor! The guy you met in the bunker” Connor replied in benevolence

Angel paced in the living room “Connor.....guy I met in the bunker......smoking...” Angel froze in realization “This fucking dickwad-“ Angel clicked his radio “YOU’RE THE GUY THAT TRIED TO FUCK ME UP WITH THAT FUCKING BLISS- BULLSHIT.”

“Woah...hey now I said sorry for that already. I meant good intentions. I would never purposely fuck a gay man over unless he fucked me or my guys ov-“

“GOOD INTENTIONS? I HAD TO FIGHT THROUGH RUGGGED MEN WHILE NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE STRAIGHT” Angel blurted out

“HEY. I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE. TO BE FAIR I DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD A RECORD” Connor yelled back drawling out the ‘record’

“WHATEVER. Say now....what did you give me. I nearly had night terrors because of that fucking plant. And there’s no fucking way that it’s just weed.” Angel sat himself down on the couch thinking about the nightmares he had last night

There was a silence after that question. Was it that it was a mistake? Should he not have asked? Or hesitation? Maybe there was something in that cigarette-joint whatever it was...he-...Connor had to have gotten it somewhere...this wasn’t no ordinary plant or mix of bad drugs in a plant. This was...different.

“Okay....look. I trust you. But you cannot say this to anybody.” Connor spoke carefully

Gullible for a man who works in a cult

“What I put in that joint was bliss oil and ground up Moonflower....l-look I’m sorry okay...the flower adds to the high and the oil makes it burn longer” Connor had a very regretful tone in his voice. But that didn’t explain what any of that substance was...

“What the fuck is bliss oil? And moonflower...sounds slightly familiar..” Angel said confused

“Don’t worry about it. Can you meet me near John’s ranch later?” Connor asked

“That asshole? Fat chance drug mule” Angel returned with a chuckle

“Ya know you should be nicer. And how do you remember him easily???” Connor huffed, malcontented

“This man has been harassing me the last four months ever since I moved here. I think at that point it’s safe to say he has a rememorable face....a punchable one too.” Angel sneered

“O-oh right....probably not a good place then huh...”

“Of c- didn’t you say that I had a record Connor?”

“Okay okay...I wasn’t thinking straight-“

“Obviously”

“Jesus Chr- DO YOU WANT TO MEET AT FALLS END THEN?!”

“That would be great love” Angel mocked

“Ain’t you a peach...you know...I’m starting to believe what John was saying about you.....hmm.” The radio clicked and went silent

“Oh I’m goin to nick his ears off...” Angel growled “Can finish a sentence but not a fight”

Angel got up after having a moment of planning to beat up Connor later and decided it might be better to head to Fall’s End...maybe after a nap of course.. he won’t have to worry about Connor till later.

Angel decided to head back into his room and throw himself on his bed “Oooh...” Angel breathed out “I have a feeling this is gonna be one fucking day.” Angel drawled out in exhaustion before closing his eyes shut.

"𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁..."

Angel had a horrible gut wrenching feeling...that voice...that terrible fucking voice...

"𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁...." the voice sang his name in a comforting tone...but that voice was never a comfort to him

He kept his eyes shut...but didn’t know how much longer he would have to for him to go away...it was impossible to ignore something that was so insisting and demanding...

"𝒲𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓊𝓅...𝑀𝓎 𝓈 𝑜 𝓃."

He opened his eyes and saw red. Only red. The walls of his room. Red. The ceiling. Red. Where he slept. Red. The sky. Red. Everything was Red. He immediately felt sick but he couldn’t escape there was no escape. He sat up.

There.

There he was in the doorway. Blocking his only way out. The tall figure that loomed over Angel’s doorway. A Man that Angel could never fight, The Man that Angel fears the most more than anything...anyone in the world

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝔃

Angel quickly looked around but realized he was stuck. He was backed into a wall. There was no way he would make it out alive.

"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈...𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓎." The voice said tenderly moving closer to him

“D-don’t call me that....” Angel moved back to try to move himself away from the Man but there was no use of it. He started breathing heavy. With every step the Man took the more weight he felt on his chest. He started to spiral, every fighting instinct left his body. He felt like a rabbit being hunted by a Lion.

“𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝑜?"

“help...h e l p.” He tried to call out but struggled to get the words out between breaths “somebody help me. get me out of here.”

The Man grabbed Angel’s face and tightened his grip, enough to leave bruises on the skin. All the fight left his body...he froze in horror having to force himself to look in his eyes. Tears started to stream down his face and he whimpered and tried to scream.

"𝒮𝒽𝒽𝒽𝒽...𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌..𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒" the Man stroked Angel’s face gently while shushing him like a puppy

“I don’t feel safe around you...I will never be safe or free in your hands....” Angel rasped out, nearly overworking his lungs for air “I will never call myself your son.”

The Man’s eye twitched but he cracked a smile "𝒜𝒽..." the man clicked his tongue before breathing in "𝒩𝑜..𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇" he retreated slightly before taking both of his large hands and pressing them on Angel’s throat, tighting them and he watched Angel panick and try to push him away legging out a crooked laugh

Angel saw his vision fading and slowly going dark. He was trying to fight back but it was a losing battle to begin with. So, he gave up.

"𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃"

Angel immediately woke up and started coughing and immediately felt something coming up his throat. He ran to the bathroom and flipped the toilet cover up and immediately started retching. Fluids poured out of his mouth that burned his nose and throat. And when he thought he was done more came back up. After finishing he was shaking and his head was pounding, tears were streaming down his cheeks and he still felt that weight in his chest. He looked into the toilet and...it was red. He flushed the toilet quickly as the color made him nauseous again not to mention he didn’t even have a chance to eat. It was nothing but bile. Angel sat back. He couldn’t even bring himself to try to speak to himself. So he sat on the floor, trembling....crying. The silence in the house was loud. He has to get out of here.

Angel quickly got up in a panic and washed his face and brushed his teeth, wanting to get that awful taste of bile off his tongue. After he packed his backpack with survival tools and some basic needs to help him out...there...I mean there was just more than one man chasing after him...

He wasted no time leaving after, wiping whatever tears were left on his face, God, he hated looking vulnerable I mean he was already enough..

“I’m never taking a fucking nap again...not until the exhaustion comes over me...”

Angel made the trek to Fall’s End. And though it wasn’t a long hike, it was quiet...almost too quiet.

“Hey-“

Angel reached for his hun and aimed at the sudden greeting

“Woah! Hey now! It’s just me Angel Mary May spoke softly

Angel lowered his weapon quickly in shock ‘I could’ve killed her for Christ sake’ he thought

“You okay love? You seem...different? On edge..?” she spoke with a tone that was almost a comforting as Missy, Bless her heart if she’s still out there

Angel tried to get the words out “....I......uhm...y-yea....kind of...just had a nightmare...no big deal...” he manage to put on a smile that could fool a careless man. But Mary saw right through it.

“Look I know you probably don’t wanna talk about whatever is going on with you bit don’t try to fool me with a smile m’kay” Mary scolded Angel a bit and started walking forward to Fall’s End

“Okay mom” Angel huffed out a laugh “Funny seeing you out here huh” Angel followed after her like a little duckling

“Funny seeing me out here? It’s noon Angel! Did you oversleep again?” Mary looked at Angel teasing him a bit

“Very funny. I was up earlier but was still tired from yesterday so I took a nap......unfortunately it didn’t work out in my...uhm....favor” Angel cleared his throat

“Well why don’t you tell me all about it?” Mary asked curiously

‘This is gonna be a common thing huh...’ Angel thought before breathing out “Where do I start?”

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[mikeluciraphgabe]

Church Fun

Gabriel stuffed, yes stuffed, the three older archangels into his car and skipped over to the drivers side. “Gabriel, what in dad’s name are you making us do?” Michael hissed from the passenger’s seat. Michael was in the middle of a movie with Sam and it was just getting good when Gabriel literally dragged him out of the room.

Gabriel smiled at him and turned the car on. “Put y’all’s seatbelts on!” Gabriel giggled to himself at the inside joke he had with himself. He waited until he heard four clicks before leaving the Bucker. Safety mattered, even for archangels.

Gabriel drove for a good ten minutes before parking in front of a church. Raphael let out a weird noise and stiffened. The other two raised their eyebrows before getting out. Gabriel dragged the three into the church. “Gabriel, what is going on?” Michael asked, looking around at the walls and ceiling. He would give the humans credit, it was actually pretty beautiful.

Gabriel hummed and looked at some of the statues that this particular church had. He then lead his confused brothers to the side of the church and look up at the windows. “Hehe Michael, they made you look like a girl.” Gabriel giggled and pointed to one of the larger windows. It showed Michael’s six blue wings unfolded and a soft feminine-ish face.

Michael growled lowly. “Shut up Gabriel. At least they didn’t make me a full on girl.” He teased back, pointing to the window that had Saint. Archangel Gabriel underneath the picture of Gabriel with his wings spread out. Gabriel pouted. He hasn’t even used a female vessel. The only one that was ‘female’ was a trans male. (Female turning male if that didn’t make sense)

Lucifer hid a laugh by stuffing his face on Raphael’s shoulder. “Look at what they did to Raph! They gave him red wings.” That was an insult for angels. Only one angel has ever had red wings and they where even more evil then Lucifer. That angel died long before the humans though. They tried to kill Chuck once and Chuck was forced to kill them. Every angel still loves them though.

Raphael huffed annoyed. “How did they get red form green!?” Honestly though!

Gabriel patted Raphael’s shoulder comfortingly. “At least they didn’t do you they way they did Lucifer.”

Michael fell to the floor in giggles when he saw Lucifer’s window. Lucifer, the most beautiful angel there was, painted as the ugliest thing. Michael honestly could not stop laughing. Lucifer pouted. “That’s just rude! My true form looks nothing like that! I’m not even red. And my wings are pink!”

Gabriel laughed as he moved on to the next thing. “Come on! Keep up assholes.” The other three glare at the stain glass windows before following the youngest archangel. Gabriel lead them into the altar and flipped off one of the statues that reminded him of Balthazar.

Sense it was Sunday, so the room was filled and there was a pastor preaching. Then, quickly and quietly, they move to the back and sit down on one of the benches. “God doesn’t want us to love the same gender the way a husband would love his wife-“

“Whao! What!? When the fuck did he say that!?” Gabriel called out. He doesn’t remember his father ever saying that.

The pastor gave him a patient small. “Ah. You must be new to this! Good to know that there is a new soul finding God and His never ending love! To answer your question, Genesis 19. You may use of one of the Bibles that are in front of you if you like.”

Lucifer giggled quietly as Gabriel stood up. This is going to be good. “Ya that entire story is about pedophiles. You know, those people that like to grope kids? They just happened to be two men doing it.”

The priest stood there in shock. Then a middle aged white women turned around. “How dare you go against the word of the Lord! You will burn for that!” The room filled with gasps.

Gabriel chuckled darkly. “And what? Scaring people that they will be going to to hell doesn’t make you go to hell? Also, the Americans in like the 18 hundreds or something paid the English church to make the translation say that. They did that because it made someone get uncomfortable, too bad from them. Go cry to mommy. The word that they used in the Bible actually means pedophilia. When the Bible said ‘If you are man you shall sleep boy’ it ment adult and child. Honestly, does the dude need to spell it out? It’s kind of self explanatory! Man and boy. Two different things. One is a child and one is a adult.”

Michael whistled and rubbed the back of his neck. He didn’t like all of the eyes looking in his direction. It made him really comfortable. It was very Dean like. The priest blushed with embarrassment. “Sir, please, sit down and keep it to yourself.”

Gabriel glared at him. “No! You are scaring people into thinking they will go to hell for who they love! There is at least 15 children in here that are gay. Maybe bisexual. You then say God has unconditional, unwavering love. But the second you are gay, oh, he no longer loves you. Why kind of bull- bs is that!? Kids, you won’t go to hell because you love someone of the same gender.”

The priest slammed his hand down on the Bible. “Sir! It is not ok! You will go to hell for it children! Do not let this unfaithful man tell you different!”

Gabriel didn’t even flinch. “No fuck you wont! You’re just made because I’m making more sense then that paper! Half of the crap that is on there is, well, crap! It’s been translated so many times in different ways you humans don’t even know what’s ‘right’ or ‘wrong’!”

One of the teens in the room stood up. “Thank you!” She shouted. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say my entire God forsaken life!” The mother of that girl gasped and told her to watch her mouth. “Oh for fucks sake mother! I seriously doubt the dude cares if you use is name in vain.”

Gabriel pointed at her. “He really doesn’t! In fact, He does it Himself!”

The girl tilted her head. “How do you know?” It was general childish curiosity. Gabriel found it kind of cute.

Gabriel smirked. “Well you see-“

“Gabriel no-“ Raphael stood up panicking slightly. Not this again. Something like this has happened once long ago and Raphael honestly didn’t want to relive it.

“Gabriel yes!”

Lucifer looked over at him with a tired expression. “Gabe, not the best idea.”

“Shut up Lucifer. I know that He does because I’m the Archangel Gabriel.” Then he rolled his shoulders back, making shadows with his wings show and the light all went out, the bulbs exploding, and Gabriel’s halo glowed slightly. Everyone gasped.

Micheal sighed. “Gabriel, now you scared the priest!” The man held a cross to his chin and was praying very very fast.

Gabriel stuck his tongue out at him. Gabriel then winked at the girl who was looking at him in amazement and snapped his fingers. He moved himself and his brothers back to the car and drove off laughing hysterically.

“Oh Dad! I can’t believe you just did that!” Lucifer laughed loudly. Raphael was doubled over laughing, wheezing. Michael had his face in his hands but was shaking slightly. “Wait until dad hears that prayer! Oh it’s so over for us!”

Gabriel just continued to laugh and drive. Today was a good day for the second oldest group of siblings.

(I found the fanart on google images)

#omg #go off king #Gabriel is me at church #I actually looked some of that up #i did research #Michael and Raphael sitting there like #who is this man #idk him #and Lucifer like #PERIODT #THATS MY BROTHER #archangels supernatural #supernatural #michael supernatural #lucifer spn #rapheal supernatural #gabriel spn