#<- ​why is that a tag and why is it amazing

[tteavil]

Look at the ears on that Calabrian black squirrel, holy shit

i think its my sacred obligation to tell yall about animals so just letting you know that apparently (according to inaturalist) theres 321 species of squirrels in the world. Yes three hundred twenty one

[dollypopup]

moodboard for people who go into Luke Newton's tag and are forced to see the craziest garbage shipping nonsense and bad faith discourse that keeps being posted when he ISN'T EVEN IN ATTENDANCE AT THE PRE-BAFTAS NOMINEE PARTY TONIGHT

[eobe]

(Narrative ALT text by @eclec-tech ✨)

✨ The Mysterious Holographer! 😎🤌🤌

Alpha-17 is a dangerous man! 👀 If his mission is taking the best holopics, he‘ll succeed 🫡 Nobody is safe, no excuses! 😳 He even got the latest awesome shit holopad from GAR goods!

The reason why he’s the man to succeed this challenging mission, because he’s most likely the only one of the GAR that is actually able to force convince superiors like the grumpy Marshal Commander Fox and growling Commander Wolffe into a Commander Squad group holopic despite them being gothic styled! 😎✨

The conspiracy around the Mysterious Holographer is revealing now and you‘ll find a little gift and the reason for this collab under the gallery of Alpha‘s so far holoshots! 👀

✨ Holoframed conspiracy artworks

A neat gallery scroll with links to the original post and artist’s tags 😎 Also featuring the shiny CT-9075 and Alpha-17 as narrators in the ALT-texts 📖

Tahny barking at Hunter 🧨 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

"It was a Dark and Gothy Shiny Night" 🖤 A GAR Goth Night Story by @eclec-tech and the lost shiny holoshot – art collab by @wings-and-beskargam (the shiny) and @eobe (the background)

Archer the Mandalorian Sandalorian 👀 by @wings-and-beskargam

"Okay, barkeep. Listen up!" Tahny instructing the bartender to mix the Blue Ga'haiian drink🍹 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf – Check out that delicious receipe by the way 😽

Archer versus Captain Gregor – Flirtation Wars Round 👀✨ by @wings-and-beskargam

Jedi General Lupe of Lothal and ARC trooper Fives 💙 by @lonewolflupe

ARC trooper stealing a keg of booze 🥃 by @foxwithadarkside

Owl Squad entering the GAR Goth Night 🦉 by @eobe

Commanders' group holoshot 🫂 by @eobe

📸 ✨

Being the best of the best of the best (and having more fun than he would ever admit) means also that Alpha-17 uses the holopad like his weapons – fast and unerring! 🎯 He takes snapshots in the very moment when needed and will absolutely indulge the most fun and silly ones in the quiet of his office after the GAR Goth Night!

The following link leads to a shared Google file with a free-to-use transparent holopic frame artwork in DIN A4 size and neat printable quality (300 ppi), that I drew based on the design of the group holopic of Cody, Rex and the Domino Twins! 🤩🫶 I‘d love to be tagged, but no pressure – it’s a gift 💝

🔗 Holopicture frame overlay

Maybe some artist has a vision of what shenanigans Alpha might hunt with his holopad? 👀✨📸 You can use the transparent holopic-frame as an overlay to give your artwork a snapshot-, selfie- or group pic-like style – the "holopic"-finish! ✨📸 If you tag #mysterious holographer snapshot your holopic-artwork can be added together with your tag to another big post of Alpha's holopic-collection of the GAR Goth Night 😎 Unsubtle-unsubtle call to art action! 🤩

The reason for all of this 🥰

Marshal Commander Fox at the GAR Goth Night by @ghostymarni

The reason for this conspiracy is the person who started GAR Goth Night: Marni 👏🎉

She casually dropped this goth Commander Fox and didn't realise we'd go completely crazy over him and the concept of a goth-themed GAR event.

When more and more clones and OCs started to join in, none of us could have imagined how popular the night would get! We wanted to add some more mystery and gothspiracy to add some plot to the night, to show our appreciation to Marni, for her amazing ability to design and gothify anything Star Wars related! 🖤✨🌹⛓️🦇✨

Marni, thank you for hyping us up and getting this off the ground! 🤩 This wouldn't have been possible without you! This one's for you! 🫶

The Mysterious Holographer Conspiracy Culprits Credits ✨⭐️

Conspiring, plotting, arting, storywriting, texting and coordinating:

lonewolflupe

foxwithadarkside

wings-and-beskargam

crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

eclec-tech

eobe

Multiple tagging in here, because when the list gets stolen, some of us are always missing – so here's a (so far?) complete GGN taglist 😂

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @eobe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @thecoffeelorian @bad4amficideas

[neuroticbookworm]

Heesu in Class 2 episode 9 just took my breath away and I am here to yell about it

Friends. Mutuals. Beloveds. @lurkingshan and I just experienced an amazing episode of television. The show engaged us emotionally from the very first second, slowly building the tension and anticipation, and released it in the most satisfying way, with some of the beautiful cinematography and use of light I’ve ever seen in BLs.

We’ve been discoursing here in the tags for weeks about how the het couples are providing a good contrast to the queer relationship the show was slowly constructing between Seungwon and Heesu, and today the show took that comparison from subtext to actual text. Seungwon asking Jiyu if she really does not know why it is so difficult for him to confess was heartbreaking to watch. And so was Heesu struggling to tell Chanyoung and Ho Shik. But the responses Seungwon and Heesu get from their friends are so important. Jiyu says she’s pretending not to know, because it hurts to watch your queer friends struggle with their desire in this fucked-up world. But she’s also right when she says that there is no other choice: it is unfair, it is painful, but motivating Seungwon to confess his feelings to Heesu *is* the right thing for him, for his happiness.

Chanyoung could’ve picked a better place to blow up on Heesu other than the school hallway, but his anger is not misplaced. He’s been watching Heesu agonize over something that he won’t even share with his best friend, and it hurts Chanyoung. When Heesu fires back that it’s not easy for him as it was for Chanyoung, Chanyoung says it wasn’t easy for him either! But he still shared his thoughts with his friend because he trusts him. Therein lies the crux of the problem: as long as Heesu refuses to share with Chanyoung, Chanyoung has no other choice but to believe that Heesu does not trust him.

After a conversation with his sister Heesu realizes that if he wants to not lose his friendship with Chanyoung, he’s going to have to tell him. I swear to god, as soon as the scene in the classroom started, I clutched my hair in anticipation because I knew the show was gonna blow my mind. Heesu closing the curtains one by one, enveloping himself and Seungwon in darkness, as he talked about secrets and how everyone needs to talk to someone so that their secrets don’t become too much to handle and destroy them. How it is easy to share secrets in darkness, when you cannot see who you are sharing them with. How he needs to share his with someone else first before sharing it with Seungwon, a declaration that was a ray of clarity shining through the mess of angst and frustration he’s been under for weeks; not unlike the ray of sunshine that pierced through the dark room as he stood there with Seungwon. And finally, finally, Heesu confessing his (past) feelings to Chanyoung, in the way he feels safe.

Watching this confession unfold was so amazing, and I am in awe of how the show’s writing has perfectly guided us to this moment for weeks. This episode has cemented Heesu in Class 2 as one of my favorite kdramas, and I am so excited for the finale tomorrow.

[xianjaneway]

I just wanted to write out my comfort fics, & tag the creators if I can.

Why?

Because if this is someone's dream, I can help that dream come true for some people.

See, I work at home, sometimes as a mom, sometimes as an eBay seller, & sometimes creating beautiful, functional things in my woodshop.

ALL of these jobs require boring, repetitive, processes, that involve long hours spent alone. Sometimes, I have moments when I fucking hate any of it.

You know what gets me through those boring, lonely, repetitive parts of life? What has already propelled me through the last 5 years of chronic illness, recovery, & building a new life?

Listening to fanfic read aloud to me in the Evie app.

I LOVE my comfort fics.

Let's go by fandom, bc while Marvel is my most recent one, the Good Omens, OFMD, Sherlock, Star Trek, & James Bond/00Q fandoms have all functioned as my literary grow-light in dark times.

I'll just start with Marvel today. Hopefully, I'll update each fandom (especially the crossovers, because THOSE are my favorite, when done well.)

However, today, I need my comfort fics, because while I've been making plans, getting passports, etc., I genuinely think it's time to get my queer family out of the US.

It's not getting any better. 💔 I have no reason to think it will. If the US citizens didn't stand up during COVID, to keep marginalized people safe, why would they do it now? 💔

Marvel:

-Into That Good Night, by Nonymous @naomisalman

I never could watch Interstellar. I'm sure it's an incredible movie in its own right, but I just couldn't sit through Christopher Nolan putting another wife or child through hell, while a flawed cis/het/white man went off to save the world.

This story not only made Interstellar accessible to me, it showed real recovery from hopelessness, real healing, and the utter pain & joy of perseverance through impossible odds.

-War, Children, by Nonymous

I'm married to a recovering hoarder, lol. He's amazing. The characterization of both PTSD & poverty here is spot-on. I love how these two healing characters give each other hope & strength to face another overwhelming day.

-Heliotrope, by Nasri

Dear God, I couldn't love this story more. My late grandmother-in-law actually survived the Dust Bowl, & nearly starved to death. She was the gentlest, quietest, sweetest woman I've ever met. This fic accurately described not only the hell of living through this disaster, but showed how *little* it takes to make hope light up your eyes again. Peaches haven't tasted the same since.

It also showed the sustaining power of love, in the midst of sacrifice. Every single character in this story is willing to give up *everything* for the people they love, & it's a fascinating process to watch unfold.

I have an idea for a sequel that I've written the bare bones for, but haven't finished. That's the first fiction I've written in 8 years. THAT is how much this story meant to me.

-Road to Giverny in Winter, by Nasri

Dear God, I needed this. Station Eleven was a masterpiece, yes, but this story distilled & concentrated it until the flavor burst on my tongue. The aftertaste still lingers, a year later.

I fucking hate the stereotype of, "strong men who never feel their feelings." "Giverny" gives Steve Rogers a whack with a scalpel & a sledgehammer, & makes him actually feel AND heal. I wish the MCU had done the same!

-The "All The Time In The World" series, by NotEvenCloseToStraight

I tagged this in my bookmarks with, "Dear God, this is better than the movies." And I truly think it is, because it gave as MUCH priority to the relationships as it did to the action. I hate it when movies make relationships (and therefore, women) a distraction from the mission objective, & therefore an emotional whiplash for both the characters & the audience:

"OH, the lead character is in love with her, but she's keeping him from RESCUING CHILDREN from a flaming building, so I kinda hate her right now."

This series makes the incredible, deep, heartfelt relationships JUST as much of a mission as, "Saving the World," & it's so rare to see that done well. (It's an unusual Stuckony endgame in the 3rd fic, that you really have to read to believe it would work. It absolutely works.)

I also think it gave much more honor & depth to Peggy Carter's character, & her love story with both Steve & her eventual husband, than the MCU ever did. NECTS uses the, "Elderly Person Gives A Dose Of Wisdom" trope quite lovingly here, & I enjoyed every minute of it.

-Ticking Down, by hulucthulhu

I had only seen clips of the movie, "Timers" on YouTube shorts, & thought it was hokey as hell.

Turns out? The same woman that wrote "Wandavision" ALSO wrote Timers. This Timers/MCU crossover (w/ a bit of Soulmate trope sprinkled on top) is yet another story about the hard work of overcoming our worst anxieties, and of healing from grief, trauma, & pain. From Tony learning to swim again after Afghanistan, to Bucky learning to care for a kitten, & do aerial yoga, every beat of this story is about taking the next step towards healing.

The ending/epilogue is also very satisfying.

-All The Angels and The Saints, by Speranza

I've written before about my journey from fundamentalism & Evangelical Christianity.

So, seeing Steve Rogers take a journey from childhood faith, to youthful atheism, to foxhole believer, to disillusioned lover, is fucking incredible. I felt EVERY beat of his faith, loss, hope, & awakening.

One thing I haven't seen much of, but Speranza just NAILED here, is how journey like Steve's affects the people he loves most.

I was enraptured w/ Bucky's journey in response to Steve's struggles. From his annoyed introduction of Steve to a potential employer as, "He's meticulous. He cares about things no sane person would care about," all the way to, [paraphrase] "How DARE you think God would make all this [gestures at the war, at his own scars] happen to teach you a fucking lesson??" Bucky reflects the tragedy of the evangelist: we spend all our time trying to convince other people how to live, while ignoring our own life.

Steve was so deep into his ideology, that Bucky's moment of, "You never think about me," is a moment that shakes him right out of abstraction & into his physical reality. And the whole fic is full of moments like that, whipping Steve's heart & mind into a frenzy, until he learns who the REAL "good guys" are.

I'm kind've obsessed w/ ALL of Speranza 's works right now. They, along w/ ItsallAvengers, are my current, "I must read everything they wrote in my fandoms" hyperfixation."

So, that's all I have time for today. I think I've stopped crying, & can start taking the next steps to get us out of here. 🖖

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

[lavandadiana]

Nice's Support System

Thanks to this post by @kiraisrika for giving me brainrot and had me spend my lunch break writing this for the past two weeks

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Word Count 🜲 1,614

TW 🜲 Attempted suicide

Constructive criticism is welcome! Let me know if I miss a TW or a tag. :)

Also, on Ao3!

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“Is that Nice?” Lin Ling thought. He lowered his hand as the “Perfect” hero flew towards him; towards the roof’s edge. “What is he doing here?” Lin Ling pondered. As Lin Ling was about to open his mouth, Nice smiled and shoot his signature pose at Lin Ling before his foot was over the edge.

Lin Ling’s eyes widened as his hands reached out, grabbing Nice’s arm, his feet planted against the roof’s risen edge. “What the hell are you doing?!” Lin Ling yelled as he used his entire body weight to hold the suicidal hero.

Nice struggled against Lin Ling’s hold. “What the- Let go of me!” “No way! Whatever’s wrong, I’m sure jumping to your death isn’t the answer!” Nice’s eyes widen as tears pricked his eyes. Nice stopped struggling and flew upwards, slightly lifting Lin Ling into the air.

As soon as Lin Ling’s and Nice’s feet touched the floor, Lin Ling, still holding Nice’s hand, gasped for air. “W-Why?! Why did you try to kill yourself?” Nice’s eyes widened as he looked at him before his gaze turn to Lin’s hand on his arm.

“Because... I’m tired... I’m so tired of being Nice...” Nice said as he wiped away his tears. Lin Ling’s eyes widened as he removed his hand from Nice’s arm. “I... I’m sorry... But killing yourself isn’t the answer!” Lin Ling yelled at him. “Then why are you here?”

Lin Ling’s eyes widen as heat flushed to his cheeks “I-I’m different! Yo-you’re perfect, you’re amazing, you’re Nice! I’m nothing like you... I- I don’t have a great relationship with my family, I don’t have a girlfriend, I’d just got fired, not even an hour ago, and my dreams of being a hero totally got crushed.”

“I have nothing to lose, but you... You have everything to lose ...“ Lin Ling cries, his head fallen forward as tear droplets hit the concrete roof floor. Nice’s soften his gaze at him. “I- I’m not perfect ... I’m forced to be perfect... But I- I would rather be you.”

Nice said his voice, wavering with emotions. Nice took a deep breath and held his hand out. “What’s your name?” Lin Ling sniffled as he blinked away any remaining tears and shook Nice’s outstretched hand. “Lin Ling. What about you? I don’t think you want me to Keep calling you Nice.”

Nice smiled; Not his signature smile, but a genuine smile. “Actually, I would like it if you can keep calling me Nice. Hearing you saying my name is music to my ears. Like a breath of fresh air.”

Lin Ling’s cheeks heats up as he turns his head away to the side."D-Don’t say that ... Well, if it stops you from killing yourself ..." Lin Ling sighed and sharpen his gaze at him.

“Are you still going to kill yourself?” Nice sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Well... Yeah? Treeman wouldn’t exactly get me therapy. Wouldn’t want news of the perfect hero being in therapy or suicidal.”

“And the only way from me to not be Nice is to kill myself... unless...” Nice looked at Lin Ling and smiled. “You said that you’d want to be a hero, right?” Lin Ling nodded. “Yeah. What about it?” “How would you like to be my hero?!” Nice exclaimed as he leaned forward, his face inches away from Lin Ling’s face. “Huh?!” Lin Ling pulled away, slightly jumping back. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you know about me being suicidal, and I enjoy talking to you. So how would you like to be my emotional support human?!” “Huh?! Wait... I’m supposed to be like those emotional support pets?!” Lin Ling exclaimed, not believing Nice’s words.

Nice nodded, floating in the air, his face inches away from Lin Ling’s. “You��ll obviously get paid, and you’ll basically be my side 24/7!” “Huh?! Wa-wait! What do you mean by your side 24/7?! Wha-what about when you fight?! What’s going to happen to me?!”

Nice landed, his body inches away from Lin Ling’s body. Nice paused for a moment; Nice’s blue eyes staring into Lin Ling’s brown eyes. Nice’s face morphed into a cheeky smile. “I’ll protect you, of course! Although, the thought of you being in danger leaves a bad feeling in my heart ...”

“He’ll be with me, then.” Both Nice and Lin Ling jumped at Miss J’s voice. They turned around and saw Miss J standing there, her face morphed into a stern look, her arms crossed over her chest, and her bodyguards behind her.

“What?! No way! I’m not letting him anywhere near you!” Nice frowned, baring his teeth, his body in front of Lin Ling, as if he’s a shield. Miss J, nonchalant, just sighed and shook her head. “Although, I’d much prefer if Lin Ling to signs an NDA in return for a handsome reward.”

Nice gritted his teeth, but took a deep breath. He looked back at Lin Ling; Nice’s expression is one of concern and fear. “Lin Ling, what do you want to do? Do you want to be my support system, or do you want to get paid and sign an NDA?”

Lin Ling pondered for a moment. If he signs an NDA, he’ll get paid. He’ll have enough for bills and rent while he looks for a new job. But what would happen with Nice? Will he still try to kill himself? How much can Nice take before they push him too far?

On the other hand, if he becomes Nice’s support system, he’ll get to see the real Nice; he could be a hero to Nice and maybe he’ll get to see Moon. Call him selfish, but Moon is still his idol, even though Nice is creeping into his number 1 spot.

Lin Ling made up his mind. He stared at Nice and Miss J, his face stern as he nodded. “I made up my mind. I want to be Nice’s support system.” As soon as he said those fated words, Nice jumped and flew to Lin Ling, hugging him in the air, while Miss J let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine... I’ll let Treeman Corporation know about Lin Ling and his role with you. Since Lin Ling will be by your side 24/7, I’ll have someone rearranged your floor at hero tower.” Miss J said, already contacting someone on her tablet.

“No need, Lin Ling will sleep with me!” “Yeah... wait, what?! Isn’t Moon living with you?!” Lin Ling asked; his expression is one of shock. “Well, yeah, but I can kick her out.” Nice nonchalantly said. “You are not kicking Moon out! And you and Lin Ling won’t be sleeping in the same bed!” Miss J growled at the nonchalant Nice. Miss J pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Maybe I’ll just have Lin Ling live close to you ...” Miss J contemplated. “Then I’ll live with Lin Ling in his new place!” Nice smiled. Miss J gritted her teeth, but before she can speak, Lin Ling spoke up.

“It’s okay, Miss J. I’ll live with Nice and Moon, but I’m not going to sleeping with Nice in bed; there, a compromise between two wants!” Miss J nodded. “Not bad, kid. That’s an acceptable compromise; In the meantime, you,“ Miss J pointed at her one of her bodyguards. “Get to the ground quick. Nice; princess carry Lin Ling, smile at him and slowly fly down. “Huh?!” “On it!”

Without hesitation, Nice princess carried Lin Ling, smiled at him, and slowly flew down the building."Wa-wait!" Lin Ling stuttered, his eyes widened in shock as his cheeks heats up. On the ground, one of Miss J’s bodyguards held a phone out and took a photo of the scene.

Once Nice and Lin Ling landed safety on the ground, Miss J walked out of the building and towards them. The bodyguard handed Miss J the phone, and she looks over the photos and nodded. “These are acceptable.” She pockets the phone and looks at Nice, still carrying Lin Ling.

“You can put him down now.” As soon as she said those words, Nice and Lin Ling’s cheeks turned red, and Lin Ling scrambled out of Nice’s arm, stumbling a bit once both of his feet touched the ground. “So, what was that photo for?” Lin Ling asked, trying to change the subject.

“I’ll have someone write a news article about Nice saving this civilian from suicide and, from time to time, checks up with him. It helps raises Nice’s trust value and covers up any time you both go out in public together.” Miss J says, not once looking up from her tablet.

“Hmm... Not bad, Miss J. Now Lin Ling, you ready to go home?” Nice says, looking into Lin Ling’s eyes, a genuine smile plastered on his face.

Lin ling, cheeks red, nodded. “Yeah, let’s go home, Nice.” Lin Ling smiled back. Nice smiles even wider and Princess carried Lin Ling. “Ah! What the hell!!” “Hold on tight!” “Wait! Nice! Hold on- AHH!” Lin Ling screamed, wrapping his arms around Nice’s neck as Nice flew fast in the air and carried Lin Ling home to their now shared living space.

Miss J shook her head as she puts away her tablet. She looks at her bodyguards. “Get the limo. God, explaining this to Moon is going to be a headache...” She says, looking annoyed but the small smile on her face says otherwise. “Good luck, kid. I wish you the best of luck.” Miss J muttered under her breath as she steps into the limousine, driving towards Hero Tower to explain this situation to Moon and to lay some ground rules.

[beatlblog]

#hahaha#yeah#that tracks for sure (via inspiteallthedanger)

#omg i love this old man (via scurator)

#this is amazing#He's like 'I was 50 and not into them like the young people were#'but Paul was beautiful' (via ljblueteak)

#I’m so here for men being in absolute awe of paul mccartney#he got like 49 boyfriends in get back except the ONE boyfriend that mattered#oh my god the magic of him (via majinmelmo)

#straight men wanted to fuck john and paul so bad its incredible#vs gay men who wanted to fuck ringo (via walkuntilthedaylight)

#beautiful darling angel baby sweet little thing babygirl boyfriend girlfriend (via elafranco2024)

#why was everyone in the 60s gay (via thegonse)

#sometimes paul looks extra extra black irish#he does look stunning here#john never stood a CHANCE like omg#imagine experiencing your bisexual awakening while being involved in an all-consuming intense creative partnership#and psychosexual folie á deux#with this doe-eyed twink right here#like how was he *supposed* to feel (via origami-money)

#<Really love the tags on this - I think John and Paul were bisexual (especially for each other) from the start HAHAHA (via got-ticket-to-ride)

#same girl sameeeee#John didn’t stand a chance (via tyrannasauruslex)

A black irish beauty. (via elafranco2024)

#prettiest princess (via thefortunateisle)

Doing research on the Beatles’ North American tours and came across an interview with photographer Allan DeLay who recalls being fascinated by Paul’s beauty during those days:

FYI, some of the photos he took:

[30somethingautisticteacher]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

I was tagged by the amazing @typicalopposite and @nine-one-wanton!

This is a taste of an Mpreg one shot that I'm currently working on 🙂

****

"Who was on the phone?" Tommy asked, setting his bag down.

"My mother," Buck said with a sigh.

"Did you tell her about—" Tommy gestured to the prominent baby bump he was sporting.

"Nope, and I don't really want to," Buck said. "I finally gave in and told her that we would come to the family reunion, and she made a comment about me flaunting my lifestyle."

Tommy frowned, one hand instinctively moving to rest on his belly.

"So I kind of just want to show up with my sexy pregnant husband," Buck finished.

Tommy chuckled. "Why don't you bring it up to your sister and see what she thinks?"

Maddie was all smiles as she answered the door. "How's my little nibling?" she asked, rubbing Tommy's belly.

"Nice and cozy," Tommy said, his hand resting protectively over the bump.

"And how's Papa Tommy?" she asked.

"Exhausted but happy," he said with a tired smile.

"Come on in. Buck told me what foods are no-gos right now, so hopefully dinner sits well with you," Maddie said as she led her brother and brother-in-law to the table.

The conversation soon turned to the family reunion. Maddie seemed cautiously optimistic.

"So Maddie, Evan has devised a little scheme for the reunion, and I need your thoughts," Tommy said, shooting Buck an amused glance.

"I would hardly call it a scheme," Buck grumbled. "Mom just asked me not to 'flaunt my lifestyle,' and I was just thinking maybe we should neglect to tell her about Tommy's pregnancy and the fact that we're married."

Chimney burst into laughter. "Yes! Please do that," he said, wiping tears from his eyes.

"Did she really say that?" Maddie asked, dumbstruck.

"Yep, and reminded me that there will be children present. So I kind of wanted to show off my child," Buck said, gently placing his hand over Tommy's.

"And your baby daddy," Chim said with a wink.

"Yeah, no, I'm going to have to veto 'baby daddy,'" Tommy said with a playful eye roll.

NP tags and feel free to use it as a Fuck it Friday instead!

@sunnywithachanceofbi @herrmannhalsteadproduction @judymarch15 @unhingedangstaddict @xtarmanderx @quintessenceofdust88 @salty-autistic-writer

[ddlydevotion]

ridiculously devoted! Bobby Kennedy Husband hcs…

a/n: I took a little break from writing so I wouldn’t get burnt out, and now I’m back 💌! This may be a bit short so I apologize for that.

currently listening to: chemtrails over the country club by ldr

He keeps multiple photos of you on his domestic office and his appointed office at the White House. Whenever he's away from home, he'll longingly stare at the photographs of you that are settled on his desk and it reminds him of why he works so hard. why he pushes himself to the very end. why he works himself to the bone. It's all for you, and it always will be.

You are just as obsessed with him as he is with you, your friends & family constantly tease the two of you about your unrelenting obsession. You're incredibly attentive when it comes to tending to your shared home, decorating, cooking, planning family events, packing Bobby's favorite lunch, accompanying him to the office. Your friends ooh and awee at the romantic gestures that you & Bobby do for one another and have credited you for raising their standards.

has no problem guiding you to the dance floor while the two of you are out at a ball/gala. If you didn't know how to dance before meeting him, he eased your anxiety and showed you how to simply sway back n forth with him without looking too stiff.

Bobby is a very respectful man, okay? Especially when it comes to you. This is made clear when he makes sure that his hand isn't too low on your back when the two of you are in public. However, when he's had too much to drink at an event, he becomes veryyy touchy. You're left flushed and giggling while moving his hands, continuing to tell him to behave.

you tend to wear his pullover whenever he's away from home and his absence starts to take a toll on you. After he came home to you sleeping in his cardigan, he started to leave his shirts/sweaters around for you to take because he adores seeing you in his clothing.

Whenever he has time away from work, he puts in the effort to help you make a BIG breakfast & dinner. He truly cherishes all of the little moments that he shares with you, and it makes him the happiest man in the world when he's able to share a meal with you.

Within the first month of the two of you dating, he took you to his favorite church and held your hand as the service took place. It makes his heart swell with joy when you accompany him to church, especially if you're not the religious type. It truly means the world to him.

Tagging along with him to important meetings and campaign events. He looks at you with a proud smile when you make the effort to assist him during his brother's campaign. The two of you traveled to many foreign countries, states, and cities together in the name of the campaign & he watches with relish while you speak to the ambassador of whatever country you may be in in their native language. It helped with his brother's votes/numbers and Bobby's love for you went through the damn sky. He already loved you an insane amount but those efforts of yours made his obsession with you intensify by a large amount.

The two of you have the cutest unique little nicknames for one another. Similarly to Jackie, you’d probably call Bobby bunny or beaver because of his teeth. I’m obsessed with his smile if you couldn’t tell. He’d give you a nickname based off of his favorite features of yours, for example, if you have curly hair then he’d call you curly. If your cheeks get naturally flushed then he’d call you rosy. If you have a gap in your teeth then he’d also call you bunny.

he loves reading to you especially if you’ve told him that it helps you relax/sleep easier. He’ll read poems that remind him of you and it makes your heart swell.

Something gives me the feeling that he’d be amazing at comforting you. He’ll shush your sobs while pressing gentle kisses to your forehead, temple, cheek, and eventually your lips. He hates seeing you cry and he’d take away your ability to feel pain if he was given the chance. He cradles you as if you’re a newborn, as if you’re as delicate as a china teapot and coos sweet words of reassurance.

just like Jackie, you’re known as the fashionable wife of your husband. Your dazzling photos are plastered in the newspaper and people scramble to see what & who you wore at whatever major event you attended. Similarly to his brother, Bobby makes little jokes that he is the one accompanying you to events. “Nobody seems to care what I wear! It’s all about my hair with this crowd.”

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[mattsgracie]

dancing is a dangerous game

november 11th, 2025. 

you couldn't hear anything over the sounds of cheering from your amazing audience, you looked around at the TD garden, your eyes glimmering with tears as you peeked out from behind your fingers, taking in each and every single person. with a watery laugh you sat down at the piano, “thank you so much for that.” you said after the cheering was done. you let a moment of silence pass, “you know i never imagined myself here, definitely not playing 5 sold out nights in the TD garden of boston, give yourselves a round of applause!” you beamed, smiling happily as they responded with cheers.

“so this next song, it was one that kept me up at night writing, trying my hardest to word it. as many of you know, a few months back before i had released this album my tour bus broke down.” you paused, a small laugh leaving your lips, “in the middle of nowhere in tennessee!” you looked up from the piano, where your fingers started dancing delicately against the keys, “it was hot in the middle of june and i had nowhere to go so i walked to the nearest bar, and i saw cowboys and cowgirls dancing.” as your eyes scanned the crowd, it locked with a familiar pair of blue ones down in the pit, his eyes locked onto you. you swallowed deeply, but kept your eyes on him, your smile slightly faltering and you lost your train of thought, dragging your eyes back to the piano, “in those dancing cowboys and cowgirls i saw something i desperately wanted to be a part of, just wanting someone to be exactly like me.” as you paused and let your fingers dance a bit longer on the keys, your fans erupted into cheers at the familiar song. “it’s called cowboy like me, if you know the words, please sing it with me boston!” 

june 15th, 2025.

after walking a few miles from where your tour bus had broken down you came upon a small town. you were tired and in search for water so of course the only thing you thought would be open at this time of night was the bar. McLaren’s it said on the top in green neon light. you opened the doors and made your way to an empty table. 

once you were situated in your seat you looked up and all you saw were cowboy hats and all you heard was cowboy boots clanking against the wooden floor as they all danced to some country song sung by tim mcgraw. this was soooo not happening! you sighed, resting your head in your hand.

eventually a waiter came up to you, he had brown hair and blue eyes and a bit of stubble, mid 30s you assumed. he wore the same outfit as everyone in this damn bar minus the cowboy hat. you caught his name tag, ‘chris.’  “hello darlin, can i help you?” he asked. his southern accent wasn't as strong as it was in the movies.

“can i just have water please?” you asked, your eyes nervously looking at him and then your hands. chris made a face, before nodding.“sure thing sweetie.” 

you were sure it took longer than an hour for your water which was crazy but when you looked to the bar you understood why. almost every adult was in this bar, it was packed and filled. you felt bad for chris, he seemed overwhelmed and about ready to tell the next person who walked in he was closed for the night. 

you moved your eyes away from watching chris work, knowing you looked like a creeper at the moment and looked to the dance floor. you watched them dance, how some had a partner and how some didn't. 

you were so entranced by it you didn't notice your glass of water being slid over to you and chris nowhere to be seen. you mumbled a thank you to whoever, taking the sip of the clear liquid. 

“that could've been spiked.” 

your eyes went wide and you spat out the little but of water back into the cup, meeting the voice. it was strange, the guy looked exactly like chris- and yet didn't. he had a white t-shirt on, a black leather vest, blue jeans, black hat and brown cowboy boots. 

you were so confused, your eyes wide in surprise and your lips slightly parted. the man snickered, “well i don't get that reaction everyday.” 

you slowly put the cup down on the table, your eyes drifting from the man and to chris who looked tired, but still happy to serve, “um,” 

“matt,” the man cut you off, “that's my brother chris, triplets.” he narrowed his eyes before sitting down, “you're new here.” matt stated.

you nodded, “not staying long. my ride broke down. waiting for it to be fixed or get a new one.” you said, pushing your now unwanted water to the side. 

matt snickered, “just another passerby huh?” he looked you over, once, then twice. you felt slightly insecure under his gaze, like he was looking through you. “yeah. just on a little road trip.” it was obvious no one knew you here unless they were a teenage girl with a pop obsession. 

matt only nodded, getting up from his stool seat across from you, “see ya’ around sweetheart.” is all he said as he swiped his beer bottle off from the table and made his way through the big crowd of cowboys.

your eyes followed him until you lost sight of him, you pulled a 50 from your wallet and placed it on the table for your waiter, water was free but his service shouldn't be. 

june 19th, 2025.

there was no hope for your tour bus, somehow she had burnt out and refused to start as the local mechanic, chris, said. which, it turns out chris owned the mechanic shop and was covering for his other triplet, nick at the bar. so now you and your driver had to wait for a new bus to collect you both in the middle of nowhere tennessee. great. 

it helped that chris was so kind and friendly to you. he had a son, tucker, that you got to befriend over the past couple of days. he was 4, too tiny to be surrounded by car grease, but he loved working on his toy cars next to his dad. 

right now, it was about 12 am. you were strumming your guitar in the bed and breakfast you were staying in. it kept you busy most days and you never really left unless to check on your bus. 

you hummed alone to the notes you strummed, a little song that you’d probably scrap being written in your head. you stopped playing to write in your book, your guitar pick being held by your lips, as your glitter pen moved against the paper.

“nice tune.” 

you got startled, causing your pen to stray and leave a stray line on your paper making you also drop the guitar pick being held by your lips. you glared up at the perpetrator. it was matt. 

you frowned, “are you stalking me?” matt chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned against the post of the porch, “you’d love it if i did.”

“no. i wouldn't.” 

“relax darlin’,  it’s a joke.” 

“i know what a joke is.”

“do you now?”

you only rolled your eyes, looking back to your book as you put your guitar to the side. it was silent for a bit, the only sound being matt’s footsteps as he moved and sat down on the couch next to you, peering down as you wrote in your book. 

“so you're a song writer?” he asked, his eyes moving from your book and to your eyes, and even though you weren't looking at him, his eyes stayed locked on yours. 

“something like that.” you answered. 

“something like that.” matt repeated in a mumble. clearly unhappy with your lack of response, “y’know, i don't bite. you could actually talk to me.” 

you looked up from your book only to find matts blue eyes on you, it made your breath hitch. “you need brown contacts.” you blurted out.

matt paused for a minute before breaking out into a laugh, his eyes squinting slightly as he leaned back against the couch. “you're funny, doll.” he said after his laughter died down. 

you only hummed in response, your eyes returning to your book as you wrote. a comfortable silence falling between you guys and the occasional sound of the wind chimes.

june 20th, 2025.

“oh sweetie, you’re not a burden at all! they only burden is the fact my husband doesn't know how to warn me before company!” chris’ wife, flora said, her comforting tap on your arm felt kind of strong. you wondered if she got the strength from working on the farm or for dealing with a 4 year old and her husband that seemed too childish. 

spending the day with chris and his family was fun, even though you spent most of it speaking to flora about everything and anything, for some reason the lady made you feel so warm and listened to, like you didn't need a song to express how you felt. 

it was 8 pm, you two were sat down on her porch on her swing, “so you're an opener?” she asked, you only answered with a nod, “yeah. for now. i go on my own tour towards september.” the only other person that knew of your profession was chris. who say across from you guys with a sleeping tucker in his lap, “well sweetie, i’ll be front row cheering you at every show.” 

you snorted, and flora rolled her eyes, “oh baby you’re knocked out after 8:30.” she joked.

chris and her went back and forth and you just listened. the superstar life was great, but as you stayed here, you learned your real goal was this. 

love, happiness, a home. it pained you to know you’d have to get on a lonely cold bus at the end of the month and leave whatever this temporary situation was. like flora’s words, chris was knocked out on the couch by 8:31. flora held tucker in her arms, “you can stay in the guest room darlin’.” she said to you.

you shook your head, “no it's fine really. i gotta get back to my room anyway i have um- stuff going on i gotta work on.” 

flora squinted over at you- you hated how she and chris did that, like they knew something you didn't know about yourself. “alright. just let me at least get you a ride.”

you went to open your mouth to protest but the glare she sent you shut it right down, you only nodded.

you waited outside on the porch where it started to rain. a blue truck came into view, no doubt telling you who the ride was. you groaned under your breath. it's not like you disliked the guy, you just hated the way he made you feel.

as matt slowly pulled up to the porch, he rolled down the window. “always getting yourself into trouble aren't you?” he said, a smirk on his lips as he looked you up and down. you hated when he did that. you sputtered, your face flushing red. 

“relax doll, i’m kidding. get in.” he popped open the door for you and you rushed into his truck, not wanting to soak up his leather sheets. 

the driver was silent, his eyes on the road, until they started to wander, making you feel queasy and nervous. but you kept your composure no matter how much you wanted to squirm out of his gaze. 

he smirked when he caught the twitch of your arms, making you cross them over your chest. “you just gonna make me sit here in silence?” he asked.

you internally groaned, you wondered if he was just messing with you to get a reaction. “i think silence is great.” you squeaked out. 

matt snickered, “silence it is.” 

matt was really sweet, suggesting he walks you up to your room even though you were literally the only person checked into the bed and breakfast. 

as you stopped at your door, fiddling with the key matt spoke. “you're a real dazzle, doll.” he said, the smoothness of your voice making your stomach tighten in that weird way like always. 

you finally got your key in the door, “you’re just saying that.” you said after a silent beat, slowly turning to look at him. 

matt shook his head, smirking at you in the way he always did, “i never “just say that.”” he paused, moving closer, “not to just anyone.” he winked at you before leaving. 

you stood in the door way, your face flushed and hands trembling before you shut the door behind you. oh, what was this guy doing to you?

you sighed sitting on the bed, your eyes catching your book as you grabbed a black ballpoint pen. 

you let your mind and hands work, the words just falling from your fingertips as you wrote. 

it was about 3 am when you found a name for it, ‘guilty as sin.’

june 22nd, 2025. 

“so you're saying you feel difficult?” chris asked, his brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the song he just heard from you. you sighed, “i’m saying i am difficult.” 

chris sighed, rubbing his eyes, “okay play it again.” 

as you strummed your guitar and played the song, chris finally got it, “wait! that's great. put it out now.” he said. 

you snickered, “that's not how it works. i have to get to a studio.” you said. 

“so let's get you a studio! i’m sure matt and i could build you one in under a week.” chris said with a bright smile, his eyes squinted up at you.

“oooh! then she can stay with me forever!” tuckers little voice ran out. you laughed softly at him, “yeah. i could.” you watched as he left you and chris again, helping his mom with some chickens, you hoped he would never grow up. as you watched him, two song ideas struck you. “i have to go!” you called, grabbing your guitar and bag and running down their porch steps, making your way to the bed & breakfast you stayed at. 

chris sighed, “i was just about to put chicken on the grill.” he groaned. 

as you got into your room you sprawled out on the floor, writing away, throwing many discarded lyrics to the side. these were songs you needed to perfect. 

as you struggled on one lyric, something chris had told you earlier struck you. earlier in the day tucker had built is own tire swing set with the help of chris and you, and chris had called out at tucker “way to go, tiger!” and oh! it was perfect.

you titled your songs, until you heard the sound of patting at the window. you got up from your place on the floor, opening the window as you looked down at the person throwing rocks at your window. 

“are you taylor swift?” you asked.

“oh! so you do know how to joke!” matt called out. you rolled your eyes, “what do you want?” 

“i want to see you. let me up, doll.” 

“i’ll think about it.” 

“oh come on, a cowboy just wants to see his favorite girl.” 

your narrowed your eyes before sighing, “doors open.” you closed the window, and unlocked the door. cleaning up the paper balls on the floor.

as you threw the last ball into the trash, matt bursted into your room, “finally. some peace. i went to my brothers house only for him to be burning chicken!” 

you snorted, “oh how terrible.” matt pouted dramatically, throwing himself on your bed, “yes! i can't eat that.” you rolled your eyes, “your dirty and on my bed.” you said.

matt huffed, getting up, “one day, doll, you’ll see dirt doesn't matter.” 

“why'd you rush over?” you asked after a small moment, “well. i’m not here alone.” matt said, scratching the back of his neck, “since chris was burning chicken i told him to just burn chicken here and we could all hang out.” 

“i’m busy.” you said, pointing to your garbage can, full of balled papers.

“doll, if you needed song inspo you could've just asked me.” he smirked, “cmon even taylor wrote a song about me.”

“‘i forgot that you existed?’”

“ouch.” matt winced.

you laughed at him, “kidding.”

june 24th, 2025.

you didn't know how it happened but last night matt had walked you up again, and instead of him just walking in you had grabbed him by the jacket he had on and smashed your lips against his and to which he then followed you into your room, where you both ended up tangled in bedsheets. 

you groaned as the tangerine rays of the sun basically shot through the curtains of the room and landed on you, turning over to hide your face in a pillow only to be met with matts chest. which made him grumble, but only shift slightly. 

you slowly opened your eyes, your memories of the night before you flooding your mind. any doubts and regrets left as quickly as they came as you saw how peaceful matt looked in this light, his breathing soft and even, his tattooed arm slug over you slightly. 

you huffed slightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck, his cold chain making your slightly heated cheeks feel like ice. “about time you gave in, doll.” matt said gruffly. you didn't even need to look at him to know he was smirking. you lightly bit him in response which made him chuckle. 

july 4th, 2025. 

apparently no one spends independence day better than the sturniolos in the country is what the triplets had said to you. literally all three at the exact same time. it was freaky.

you had gotten bad news, your new tour bus was a few days away which meant saying goodbye to this life you had here. 

it made you uneasy, you couldn't sleep. normally this would've been good news for anyone. but you loved everyone here, you found something people could only dream for. going back to your superstar life- that wasn't even guaranteed with how little you were growing as a singer- it made you feel sad. 

you tried to hide it, but flora knew, pulled you to the side and made you tell her everything.

so now you are here, celebrating one of your last days with the family you made out here without them knowing you were going to leave. 

you watched as matt and chris sent off many different fireworks. a smile on your lips as you watched them light up the sky. 

eventually the night had ended, and you ended up at matts place instead of your room at the b&b.

matt was rambling about something, you were zoned out and only heard muffled talking from him but you knew he was enthusiastic about it and you didn't want to ruin his mood, but you had to tell him.

“i heard from the new tour bus today.” you blurted out. you looked over at matt, you watched as he stiffened before turning to face you, “that's good!” he said, his tone dry. 

“no it’s not.” you said. matt chuckled, shaking his head, “no, it's not.” he repeated. he put down his bottle, before moving over to where you stood, “when will it be here?” he asked.

“five days.” you said, slightly anticipating a bad reaction from matt, but all you got was a little smile. “well then, gotta make the most of it. right doll?” he said. placing a light kiss on your nose.

you nodded, a small smile on your lips.

july 5th, 2025.

“when you said make the most of it, i didn't think you would mean putting me on a horse!” you basically yelled, holding on tightly to the horse, ben, matt had put you on. 

“oh doll, bens an easy ride. you're gonna be fine.” matt said, laughing at your state of distress, but he was still right behind you on his own horse. “bens a good boy.” matt reassured you.

“what if he takes off and takes me with him?!” you huffed. “he won’t.” matt said simply.

as the horse riding went on, matt had brung you and the two horses to some picnic, which you thought was cheesy, but cute.

you were both laying on the blanket, looking up at the clouds, “no that's clearly mickey mouse.” you said.

“doll, that is clearly a donut with two smaller donuts.” 

you rolled your eyes and snickered, “do you even know who mickey mouse is?” you asked.

the silence you got in return was your answer, making you sit up slowly, “oh my god. you don't know who mickey mouse is?! you have a damn eeyore tattoo and you don't know mickey mouse?!” 

“in my defense, eeyore is winnie the pooh.” 

“oh my god. let's go home right now. we’re watching everything mickey mouse.”

matt knew he couldn't argue, letting you pull him up and back to his house, where you two did watch everything mickey mouse. 

or at least you did, matt spent most of his time looking at you and your reactions instead of the movies. 

july 7th, 2024.

“cmon just one dance, doll.” matt pleaded. you two were back at the bar you both met at, sitting at the same table and nick waited the tables.

you huffed, “fine, one dance.” matt cheered, his hands finding yours as he brought you to the dance floor, “finally.” he said with a wink, his hand finding its home on your waist. 

it was a slow dance, nothing too crazy, but it did enough for your heart. 

“im gonna miss you, doll.” 

“me too.” you said.

july 8th, 2025. 

there was no date like there was the other three days, today was just a day to spend with everyone you met and loved. tucker stood by you the whole time and you had tried your hardest not to cry as you said bye to him without saying bye. 

right now tucker was asleep in his room and it was just you, flora and chris on the porch. “when you get home sweetie, write us letters.” chris said, sighing into his pepsi.

“there's phones…?” you said, slightly confused.

“oh god forbid a man wants to act like an old western movie.” he huffed, making you laugh and flora roll her eyes. 

“i’ll see you guys at the bus tomorrow.” you said as matt pulled up, waving at them before hopping into your favorite car ever, matts blue truck. 

it was quiet as he drove you back to your room at the bed and breakfast, until you broke the silence. “i don't think i’m gonna stay in LA.” you said, making matt stiffen, “what?” he asked.

“i think i’m just gonna go back there to record the album and come back. tour isn't guaranteed.” the silence made you feel uneasy until matt had pulled over to the side of the dirt road. turning to look at you, “don't.” he said.

you narrowed your eyes, your brows furrowed, “don't what?” matt shook his head, “you can't lie to me and say you want to come back and put your dreams to the side.” 

you frowned, “i’m not-”

“you are.” matt reached out to tuck a hair behind your ear, a slight smirk on his lips. the same one that always said he saw right through you. 

“you gotta go. pull off this superstar thing you got goin’ on. then come back.” he said. 

you nodded, “but what about this?” you asked, “i’ve had the time of my life here and to leave it behind? i don't want to.”

“you're not. you're putting it on pause. we’ll be here. plus we got phone numbers for a reason, doll.” he said. 

you smiled at him, before placing a quick kiss on his lips, before it turned into something more and deeper. 

july 9th, 2025.

it was pouring out, and you were waiting by your tour bus, “he’s not coming is he?” you said after waiting for a few hours. chris shook his head, “you gotta go.” nick said, giving you a sad smile. you wrapped your arms around them both, “tell him i said bye please.” you said, your face wet from your own tears and the pouring rain. 

nick and chris let you go after a short moment, and you made your way into your tour bus, closing the door behind you. as you drove out of tennessee you caught eye of the very bar you first walked in at. it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

back to now, november 11th, 2025.

as you finished the song you grabbed your mic out of the mic stand, where it was held by the piano. wiping some tears that strayed. “so that song was called clara bow.” 

you said to your crowd, earning you cheers in response. you soaked it all in, the glitter everyone was wearing and how happy everyone was, your eyes caught those familiar blue eyes again before you said goodnight. “goodnight boston! thank you for an amazing closing night!” you said before getting off the stage.

as you made your way to your room backstage. 

“told you you were a dazzle.” 

you stiffened, it had been a few months since you last heard that voice. you slowly turned around, being met with the sight of matt who looked, less like a cowboy. he was wearing a leather jacket, some blue washed jeans, a black backwards cap on and prada shoes.

“how'd you get passed security?” you asked. matt lifted up the backstage lanyard, “chris.” you rolled your eyes, “why are you here matt?”

“i came to say goodbye. when i got there you were gone.” he said, moving closer to you. “yeah. waited a good 4 hours for you.”

“i know. chris told me. i pulled up and you were gone, chris was still there and, well he looked about ready to beat my ass and bury me alive.” matt said, a frown on his face.

“why'd it take so long?” you asked.

“my truck broke down,” he said lowly, looking at his feet before meeting your gaze, “and then i started to go on foot. found an old bike and started to use it. then that fell apart as soon as i got to chris.” he said. 

“you found an old bike and rode it?” you asked, a slight smirk on your lips, “yeah yeah, laugh it up doll.”

“why didn't you call?” you asked to which matt shrugged, “i felt really bad, let my pride get the best of me. m’ sorry doll.” he said. you rolled your eyes, but you moved over to him, “and what's with the prada boots?” 

“what you don't like them? i tried to fit in here.” he said, his signature smirk back on his lips, as he looked down at you, “don't. i like you better as a cowboy.” you hummed. matt nodded, “me too.” he huffed out.

a silent moment passed between you both before he connected your lips with his, a small noise leaving both your lips at finally being able to be together. “never letting you leave without me again.” he mumbled against your lips.

a/n: oh my god this took sooooo long to write. i'm so happy with it though considering cowboy!matt is my favorite matt ever to exist like ok... u work on a farm, drive a truck like then what. um anyway i hope anyone who reads enjoys! i'm also trying to update some aus so if u like invisible!chris, knuckles!matt and pirate!matt they should be out sometime this weekend... i hope.

[tgmsunmontue]

You put a ring on a wild thing - 7/? WIP Hangster

Affectionately titled "Drunk Vegas" fic until I gave it the title above.

Explicit Hangster. Drinking, dubious decisions and complete disregard for actual facts.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX

PART SEVEN

                His life has gotten weird, but also so good. Bradley is… Bradley. Amazing. Funny and smart and a little bit snarky. He matches Jake’s flirty comments with humor and makes plenty of flirty comments back. He feels like he’s a teenager again with his first crush. Except it’s on his husband. Which is totally allowed. That fact that he has somehow accidentally found a guy and married him while drunk and he seems… well. Jake knows no one is perfect, even if he holds himself to a high standard, Bradley seems pretty fucking perfect for him.

                “Married,” Javy hisses through the phone when he answers it, and he freezes.

                “What?”

                “You’re married.”

                “Uh… where did you here that?”

                “From your husband.”

                “Fuck…” There’s no point denying it.

                “Jake! Why didn’t you tell me! I almost clocked him because I thought he was two-timing you…”

                “What?”

                “He wears his wedding ring around his neck and fiddles with it when he’s relaxing. It’s pretty fucking cute. I’ll take a picture for you next time.”

                “Could you?” Jake asks, because hearing this makes him feel all warm inside, more than he expected, that Bradley wears his wedding ring with his dog tags and just… talks about him. He hadn’t thought about that.

                “Oh man… you got it bad for him huh?”

                “He doesn’t send me enough selfies,” Jake replies, because he’s not going to dispute the fact that he does indeed have it bad. He’s self-aware enough and Javy knows him too well to not call him on his bull shitting.

                “Well I’m not taking the kind of pictures that he might want to send you in private.”

                “Just send me normal pictures you dick.”

                “Just not of his dick.”

                “No. Come on man… send me cute photos of my man. Or embarrassing ones. I’ll accept embarrassing ones too.”

                Honestly Jake doesn’t want dick-pics. He doesn’t remember what they got up to, doesn’t remember what Bradley’s dick might look like, but he’d rather reacquaint himself in person. It’s definitely something to look forward to. Plus he’s going to put his ring on his dog tags.

…            …            …

                He’s in the rec room practicing darts, enjoying the peace and quiet while mostly everyone else has headed out for some liberty leave. Mostly everyone.

                “Seresin!”

                “Trace…”

                “Where did you get the shirt? Doesn’t seem like quite your style…”

                “Well, you would be right there. It’s not mine. It’s my husband’s.”

                Jake has become quite partial to the shirt, not the print and colors so much, but the softness of the fabric is amazing, he finds himself rubbing the corner of the front between his thumb and forefinger. Has started sleeping in it. She stares at him.

                “You’re married?” she asks, suspicious. Jake’s glad now that the ring is around his neck and he pulls it out, likes having the evidence so close, can understand why Bradley does it now.

                “Yep, got a ring and everything. Sorry to disappoint Trace.”

                “Oh… I’m disappointed. But not with you for once. I guess we better get to know each other.”

                “Uh. Okay?” Jake asks, because he’s confused. He and Trace have always been friendly enough, a little snarky, but not friends. He’s not quite sure how getting married is going to change that.

                “What you need to know is that Bradley spent far too much money on this shirt, and the fact you’re wearing it… hmm. He must be pretty gone on you.”

                “He did marry me…” Jake offers, swallowing nervously, not really sure how he should play this. Not sure what Bradley has told her, if anything. She’s looking at him with narrowed eyes, head tilted to the side.

                “He was drunk wasn’t he? Bet he was… God. You were probably both drunk. Told him he’d end up doing something stupid. Ended up marrying stupid instead. Stand over there. I’m going to take some photos of you…”

                “Uh. What?”

                “Oh. He’s going to get shit for not telling me he went and got married. Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait wait. Oh. He’s a walking fucking cliché. It was when he went to Vegas. Right? You got married in Vegas?” Jake nods slowly, because clearly she knows Bradley well. “So you’ve been married all of a couple of weeks. Congratulations.”

                “Thanks?”

                “Look. Bradley is my best friend. He should have known I would find out. Dumbass. Oh. Do you mind if I fuck with him?”

                “What?” Jake asks before his brain catches up with the fact she wants to fuck with him, not actually sleep with him. Guess he’s a little possessive.

                “I’ll tell him I have my eye on a decent looking guy in my squad for a quickie… send him a picture of you… see how he reacts.”

                “That seems kind of mean. Wait, what do you mean decent looking?”

                “Oh, it’s definitely mean, but he didn’t tell me. He deserves a little shit. He’d expect no less.”

                Jake is pretty sure he doesn’t get a say in the matter, her phone already in hand, sending a message, or maybe several judging on how fast she’s typing. Then she’s offering to show him photos of Bradley from a few years ago and he jumps at the chance. She ends up sending him some, which he then dutifully shares with Tyler and Hannah, most of them captioned with look at how cute he was! After he’s explained to them that he’s stationed with Bradley’ best friend from flight school.

                Then his phone is ringing and Bradley is calling, he smiles, ignores Trace’s eyeroll as he answers.

                “Hi there…” Jake greets, and Trace is making silent vomiting motions. So mature. He flips her the finger.

                “Hi. How are you?”

                “I’m good. Didn’t think you had time for a call today until later…”

                “I don’t. Not really. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

                “Yeah? Want to hear it say anything in particular?” Jake asks, and they’ve flirted plenty, but they haven’t yet delved into phone sex but he suspects it’s only a matter of time. Trace doesn’t need to know that though, and she’s pulling a face.

                “Uh… fuck. I really don’t have time for that. But, uh, later?”

                “Yeah. We can talk later…”

                “God…” Bradley breathes and the sound makes his skin prickle.

                “Mmm…” Jake hums, and Trace reaches over and slaps Jake on the thigh, hard and sharp and he yelps.

                “Natasha is there isn’t she?” Bradley asks and Jakes scowls at her, rubbing his leg and giving her the stink eye.

                “What makes you think that?”

                “Because she lives to fuck with me. She’s figured out we’re together and is trying to make it my problem. But I’m on to her. I’ve got to go. Talk to you later?”

                “Later.”

                He ends the call and looks up to find Trace watching him speculatively.

                “Well. That was enlightening. You have family?”

                “Yeah, obviously. Why?”

                “Because Bradley doesn’t.”

                “I… I know. He told me.”

                “Good.”

                “You… you want to see some recent photos of him?”

                “You have recent photos? Is he dressed?”

                “Yes! Oh my god… My best friend, Javy, he’s deployed with Bradley. He’s been sending me photos.”

                “Oh… that’s cute. Sure. Show me.”

…            …            …

                Admiral Kerner kind of gives him the creeps. He is pretty sure no one else is quite under the same level of scrutiny as he is since they all reported in a week ago and it’s confirmed when the Admiral calls him over after a training hop, both of them standing there in their flight suits.

                “Sir?”

                “At ease lieutenant. Nothing wrong. Just wanted to say congratulations on your marriage.”

                Jake blinks, wonders why Admiral Kerner of all people knows he’s married. Because he’d have had to look up Jake’s record to find out, and that’s definitely a little creepy.

                “Uh. Sir?”

                “I flew with Bradley Bradshaw’s father. Considered him a friend. Was part of his Top Gun class when he died during training… he’s still got a lot of people looking out for him.”

                Oh. This is a shovel talk. That is actually somewhat of a relief, and knowing that it was more likely Bradley’s record that he’d been keeping an eye on, rather than Jake’s is also reassuring.

                “He has mentioned his father, and the passing of his mother,” Jake says, because Bradley had called himself an orphan and Jake knows there are no siblings to speak of.

                “Just… We’re… I’m happy to know he’s found someone. Keep up the good work Lieutenant. Would be a shame to make Bradley unhappy.”

                Jake blinks, wonders if he’s imagining the threatening tone or not.

…            …            …

                “Come on Bradley. Pick up. Pick up…”

                It’s later. A couple of days in fact, the two of them trying to align their private time so they can maybe have a different type of phone conversation. However those plans for this call have kind of gone out the window because he just wants to double check he’s not going to have a squad of Admirals watching his every move.

                “Hi…”

                “Yeah. Hi. So. I’m going to need a list of everyone that flew with your dad because Admiral Kerner just like, cornered me earlier today and told me in kind of threatening tones that you have a lot of people looking out for you and I’m scared they might never find my body…”

                “What?”

                “Uh. Admiral Kerner –”

                “Yeah. Sorry. I heard you. Just. Um. Uncle Slider’s harmless.”

                Jake makes a sound he will deny making on his death bed.

                “Uncle Slider?”

                “It’s his call sign. I just… fuck. I’m sorry Jake. There’s probably an alert on my file or something. Sorry you had to deal with that.”

                “It’s… it’s okay. Just. Uh. Should I expect this often?”

                “Yeah. Probably. My dad was pretty well liked. And a lot of them kept coming around when I was growing up.”

                “A lot of who exactly?”

                “Shit. Uh. Well. I’m not sure where to start…”

                “Start with Uncle Slider. Holy shit. The worst one of my uncles will do is make you try his hot sauce…”

                “Well, Slider was Uncle Ice’s RIO.”

                “Ice?”

                “Uh. Admiral Kazansky.”

                Oh shit. Jake needs a drink. Except that’s how he got into this in the first place.

                “And, uh, then there’s my godfather. Captain Mitchell. Maverick.”

                Fuck it. He’s having a drink.

[matchaizuku]

i can’t believe this was the first piece you did in this style, it’s gorgeous! i’m sure your next drawings are going to be amazing as well. you’re also so good at portraying the atmosphere of the situation + the emotions of the characters!!

married dabihawks really appeals to me, idk why. i like the idea of public figure hawks either being secretly married to a villain or publicly married to a “reformed” villain. charismatic and adaptable hawks becoming stone cold and inflexible when talking about his husband dabi… i love that. also dabi deserves to be chaotic without fear of repercussions. someone tries to be mean to hawks but dabi is behind his shoulders with his hands on fire. my beloveds.

also you’re so right about names and identities being important in bnha but it’s always really funny for me to talk about that in a tumblr post because i tag characters with their full government name lmao

pov you just pissed off the most dangerous husbands in japan

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[felinisnoctis]

Meeting Brothers (?)

Tercelle meets a familiar face

Tags: @kit-williams for Anrir, @sleepyfan-blog for Cedric @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for Zaarius. Other tags @egrets-not-regrets @nightshade-victorian @legionsofthehungry

Content warning: sexual slurs, general yelling, death threats

Zaarius didn’t particularly like visiting the loyalist bases, but he did need to pick up some supplies, and test them out.  That charming primaris ultramarine was experimenting in the kitchen and sometimes made interesting byproducts - and interesting candies, for that matter.  And at least that damn pup had been told he wasn’t allowed to jump him any more chaos marines, so he should be safe as long as none of the others got too nervous.  Pesky little loyalist scouts, so naive.  Pity the ultramarine could get twitchy too or he’d have liked to swap candy recipes.

A nearby voice called out “Hey!  What is he doing here?”

“What?  I am a visiting apothecary-chemist, I have the appropriate paperwork…” Zaarius peaked around the door “Oh it’s you.”

Tercelle glowered at him and started to shift a bit.  “Why are you here and what are those ridiculous things on your back?  Don’t you have some debauched nonsense to be doing elsewhere?”

“Ridiculous?” Zaarius huffs back.  “They are wings and they are very pretty and useful.”  He hops up into the air and hovers about two feet off the ground.

“Pity you grew wings instead of brains,” Tercelle instinctively reached for where his sword should be before realizing it’s over against the wall on the other side of the room.

“I have brains, thank you very much!  You are such an asshole.”

“Traitorous little shithead.”

“Traitor…you’re the one who betrayed father and our entire legion!”

Outside Cedric heard shouting and ran to investigate, and then skidded to a halt as he heard Zaarius’s voice from Tercelle’s room.  For half a second he considered letting it play out, before thinking better of that and running off to find someone to help.  Someone older who wouldn’t trigger Tercelle’s protective instincts and could make Zaarius listen.

"I'm not the one who tried to kill a brother for leaving that horrible...noise on the ship." Tercelle slowly started to edge towards his armor and weapons.

“It wasn’t horrible! It was amazing.”  Zaarius pauses for a moment in the memories.  “Just because you’re too much of an old philistine to appreciate the sensations of a good show.”

“Good shows don’t summon daemonettes, you dumb old slut!”  Tercelle snapped, edging closer to his weapons.

“Some of the best ones do!” Zaarius replies back hotly, making a dart for the sword as well.  Both of them put a hand on it at the same time.  Tercelle growled loudly and pulled a second blade from under his armor.  “And come up with a better insult than that, you stodgy old crone!”

"Why, mad that I shoved your whore ass off a platform last time we met?  Or just that you failed to kill me even with all the chaos juice you drank?"  Tercelle made to raise the second sword, causing Zaarius to reach for his bolter as he let go of the sword and flew up towards the ceiling.

Outside Cedric nearly ran into Anrir.  “Anrir!  The Slaaneshi whore is in Tercelle’s room and I think they’re going to fight.”  Anrir could just about hear them yelling from where he was.

“You can’t kill me anyway now, treaty says so,” Zaarius stuck his tongue out at Tercelle.  “Or they’ll go after you.”

Tercelle hefted both swords in his hand and went into a crouch, as if to jump after Zaarius, before a voice from the door interrupted both of them.

“That’s quite enough,” Anrir said.  “Tercelle, put the swords down.  Zaarius, quit riling up my patient.”

Zaarius flew out the door over Anrir and landed behind him.  “He started it.  Stupid faithless brother.” He pretended not to notice Cedric trailing around the corner as he stalked off.  “I’m leaving.  Mind the mad old bastard, he’s ever so treacherous.”

“I swear chaos must have eaten what little brains that one ever had,” Tercelle grumbles, still holding his swords.

“He’s not worth the paperwork of killing him,” Anrir responds.  “And there would be a lot of paperwork, so put the swords down.”

“Fine.” Tercelle leaned the swords carefully against the wall, grumbling as he made his way back to the bed.  “Stupid treaty, can’t kill a chaos-drunk bastard traitor even if he deserves it.”  Anrir added a note to the records outside the door that the pair should not be allowed near each other ever again.

[rolloollor]

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[boonjur]

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