#Never thought I'd be using those tags Jesus Christ

[mocha-monster]

Made a silly little guy

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| From Out of Nowhere ||

Part 1

Masterlist

Tags/warnings: Matt is about 10 years younger than Frank (early twenties), he's a bit of a dick, he might get better..., references to sex, Frank's level of patience is mind-blowing, very slow burn Fratt.

Notes: appreciate your thoughts (prayers?) on this, got some sort of idea on where I'd like it to go (enemies to lovers anyone?), please reblog if you liked it, thank you!

‘Got a job for you, Frankie. Hands down the easiest money you'll ever make, my friend!’ Billy had promised. The job itself was watching over some delinquent kid to make sure he didn't leave the building he lived in and do anything stupid. Oh, and said kid was blind.

Simple.

Easy.

Right?

Frank's first and middle fingers were twitching against his thigh as he sat in position on the chair just outside the bedroom. His mind intently focused on how he could get back at Bill for suckering him into such a ball ache of a post. He could swear he had never experienced such frustration in his life before now, this fucking kid was driving him to his wits end.

Matthew Michael Murdock. An orphan. And yeah, a blind orphan at that. But don't you dare start feeling sorry for that little shit, don't you fucking dare. Yeah, he was brought up by nuns and priests, a proper Catholic boy through and through, had been left a fair whack of money after his father's death which had put him through college, and he was eager to learn and smart, but no, don't let that fool you.

Frank had expected some sass out of him knowing he was a law school student, but goddamn… he could never have been prepared for the actual levels of bullshit this boy would pull on his watch. Like right now, for example, Frank was trying his best to block out the rather loud sounds of fucking that were emanating from the room right behind his head. Whoever the girl was this time she was clearly enjoying herself (they were usually always enjoying themselves), maybe a little much he thought, her increasingly loud cries of his charge's name almost reaching dog whistle levels in his ears. He couldn't help hear the repeated slam of the headboard against the wall, the honeyed phrases of ‘such a good girl’ and ‘do you like that, sweetheart?’, and of course, the overtly pornographic groan Matt would make when he presumably finished.

The rules set out by his guardian, Father Lantom, were clear and strict: Matthew wasn't to leave the building under any circumstance, he was the walking definition of a liability, always getting into some sort of trouble or fight. He couldn't be trusted out on his own.

But of course much to Frank's annoyance noone had said anything about sneaking things and people in, and Matt was using his slippery interpretation of the rules to his full advantage. He was definitely doing it on purpose, he absolutely knew it would antagonise his ���babysitter’ for the past few weeks, and yeah, Frank was pissed, but he was still here.

He checked his gun again, only raising his gaze when the door opened and a breathless looking woman with the bedsheets wrapped around her emerged. She was obviously surprised to see him sitting there as she made her way to the bathroom.

“Um… hi.” She mumbled in an embarrassed, giggly way as she passed Frank, who only replied with a semi-polite “ma'am” through his slightly gritted teeth.

The cocky little fucker appeared a few moments later in nothing but those signature red tinted glasses and a low slung towel that he was still tucking around his slim hips. Obvious love bites peppered his athletic body, a couple on the side of his neck, some trailing across his pecs, and one on the V line half obscured by the edge of the towel. Raised pink lines marked his shoulders and back like a tic tac toe board.

Jesus Christ.

Frank rolled his eyes and Matt smirked as he stretched his arms up and cracked his spine with a satisfied sigh right in front of him. He didn't know how the hell he did it but somehow he could always tell on Frank's exact mood. Although maybe it wasn't too difficult given the current circumstances. He now knew why Father Lantom wasn't dealing with this directly, he could see him spending all his days repeating hail Mary's or some shit because he had ran out of patience. Not that Frank had any more patience than an actual priest…

“Morning, Castle!” Matt chirped. “how was your night?”

“Quiet.” Frank growled back at him, watching as Matt raked his long fingers through his bedhead trying to tame it.

The kid laughed. “You jealous?”

“You're pushing it.”

Matt grinned wide, nearly all his pearly teeth on show. “Oh you really should get out more Francis, get yourself a hobby.”

Frank almost laughs at his audacity. “Who needs a hobby when they've got you, Red? I'm always comin’ up with new ways to hate you.”

“Ooh, you'll need to share sometime, but uh… as you can probably tell I'm a little busy right now, can't keep a lady waiting.”

Frank scoffed. “No, you can't.”

Matt sauntered away into the bathroom where the thunder of the shower thankfully masks most of the ridiculous squealing and moaning this time.

Frank opened his thermos of coffee and took a long draw from it. “Asshole.”

~

Later that day, Frank was in the kitchen making himself a sandwich when Matt appeared, hopping up in the bench nearby.

“You always know when I'm making food, don’t ya? Frank grumbles.

“You always have lunch at the same time, Mr Predictable.”

Frank carries on assembling his sourdough, ignoring the remark. “Suppose you want some?”

Matt shakes his head with a scrunch of his nose. “No, don't like pickles.”

“Ain’t you such the fucking princess." Frank cuts the sandwich in half cleanly with the bread knife. "How d’you know it's got pickles in it anyhow?”

“I can smell them. Just like I can smell that you haven't washed in two days.

Frank barks out a laugh as he grabs a plate and starts cleaning up the worktop. “That’s real funny, Red. Did you ever think that's maybe that's because I can't leave you alone for two minutes to grab a shower?” He’s sarcastic in his reply, although the kid’s actually right…

He watches Matt feel around in a cupboard for something and then head towards the door, noticing that he's wearing a jacket, has his cane in hand, and his satchel slung over his shoulder.

“Where the hell d’you think you're going?”

“Out.”

“Try again.”

“I'm going out. I'm meeting Foggy to study."

Frank leans up against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. “S’that so?”

Matt stands his ground, “We've got an exam coming up next week, it might surprise you but I actually want to do well in it."

“Alright. I'm coming with ya.”

Now it was Matt's turn to roll his eyes. “I'm going to the library, what could I possibly do there that would be so bad?”

Frank quickly wraps his sandwich to go, he's not going to take the risk of messing up his job, regardless of the fact that Matt is an insufferable pain in the ass.

“I'm sure you'll think of somethin’.”

[littlefankingdom]

Fanfic Friday

"So Sweet Saluteth Me" Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, A gaggle of Wayne Enterprise employees in the backdrop, Do they have vacancies because jesus christ I'd like to apply, It be rough out here my brothers in podcast, David from legal, He's the best GC you can ever possibly have but Gotham be trying him Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, How'd the angst snuck in here???, I mean it is Jason-centric, Jason Todd-centric, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Farmers' Market y'all, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd Calls Bruce Wayne "Dad", Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Father-Son Relationship, Brotherly Love, Platonic Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, i mean sorta?, the hurt happened way back but the pain is still fresh i guess, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, seriously like you won’t be able to believe, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, don’t we all, Sleepy Cuddles Summary: Sleep deprived™ Jason hangs out with Dick then they surprise Bruce at work with early lunch and some love. This fic is inspired by farmers’ markets on those summery days and the belief that if I run fast enough the sad can never catch me. (I mean you are telling me that Bruce Thomas/Alan Wayne wouldn’t be absolutely BASKING in joy if his kids just decided to randomly show up at Wayne Enterprise and pay him a little midday visit? )

I never thought in my entire life that I would ever read a fic where the characters eat aligot. I'm Auvergnat (from Auvergne, a region in France), this is one of our cultural dishes, I screamed. A reference to French cuisine that isn't frogs, snails or baguette, and from Auvergne? Incredible.

Also, it's an adorable fic. Like, the aligot is a very small part of it and why it's a great fic. Bruce is just smitten with his kids.

[blakeandaffairs]

The Big Bad Lore Discussion: JESUS

Justttt gonna step over the landmine that is the current situation of this tag, as today I'd like to discuss an important lore point in the game:

JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF.

I made a short little post asking about it, but the more I really thought about it, the more I realize how deep the rabbit hole goes. Jesus' existence itself is already an enigma, but it's even moreso in whb???

Let's discuss, and for context, was forced to take Salvation History and Creed in college, hold on tight, this is gonna be a yap session

The Plotholes

Several issues immediately arise because of the fact that...well, God disappeared shortly after Solomon.

Why is this a problem? Because Solomon is approximately 900 years before Christ, now I know the timeline is all screwed up as well in whb, but if I'm assuming the bible canon, then, none of the things past Solomon had happened, including the birth of Jesus.

This conflicts with the fact that Minhyeok briefly mentions his neighbor, who is a Christian, and the fact that Christmas exists. Meaning some form of Jesus DOES exist, but just in the written scripture.

Why is that?? Well I have several theories:

1. Jesus already exists

Not LITERALLY. Without God there then how was the miraculous conception was supposed to happen, but since Jesus is considered the Word of God, and the Word of God has existed ever since the creation of the world ("On the First day, God SAID let there be light"), and with those first words uttered, Jesus was made manifest in it. He just isn't able to manifest physically due to a lack of God.

2. Jesus is some form of copesona or propaganda of the angels

We know that, at least according to Ppyong, that the scriptures are apparently propaganda made by the angels to make devils look bad, if that's so, to what extent? I'll assume it's somewhat minimal, they just want to make the devils look bad, because in general, Solomon is painted in a pretty good light, which is uncharacteristic of them. But how do they come up with someone like Jesus? It seems strange of them

The answer: Gabriel

Since Gabriel is the one that announces the birth of Jesus, it's likely he knows that Jesus already existed, and was expected to be born, but with God's disappearance, Gabriel, the unhinged, likely more unhinged, probably started making up stories about the Son of God that was never to be.

3. Jesus the person, existed, but he was just an ordinary mortal

We already believe the Jesus Christ, or more specifically, Yehosua Messiah (original Hebrew name) existed historically, it's likely this is the case as well. He was probably mythologized with the inception of the new testament, it's not the first time this has happened (Gilgamesh the king became the legend he is with the Epic of Gilgamesh)

Why Jesus likely doesn't exist

1. Usually, people are normally referred to as Son/Daughters of God, but in Lucifer's selfie story, he doesn't call us that (calls us Son of Adam/Daughter of Eve), meaning the original sin that those two committed have not been cleansed. (Jesus' death would have cleansed everyone of it)

2. In the Gamigin Event, Lucifer is said to be second only to God, which is odd, that's Jesus' spot. ("he is seated at the Right Hand of the Father, he will come again to judge the living and the dead")

3. It's a bit iffy, but the Christmas Event was also termed 'X-mas', which usually excludes the celebration of the birth of Jesus.

4. Since Jesus is the Son of God, he would have inherited the throne of God as well, and it's likely he would stop the ongoing genocide of the devils

IN CONCLUSION:

It's likely that Jesus was something meant to exist, but with the disappearance of God, that never truly happened.

But these are my thoughts. If y'all managed to make it this far, then I thank you for listening. If this gets enough views, I'll probably make more (such as the Solomon and Lilith conundrum)

[therev28]

Get to Know the Fanfic Writer

Tagged by @bioticbooty (thank you!!)

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

July 2011 (jesus christ, lol)

First Character(s) you wrote?

My self insert 🤣 but in terms of a fictional character, it'd be Commander Shepard from Mass Effect!

Main Character(s) you’re currently writing?

Honestly, I'm sort of a variety writer, so I write for a pretty wide variety of characters? But my current longfic focuses on Shiho Hinomori and Harukua Kiritani from Project Sekai!

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to write about soon?

That's a tough one. I feel like I've written for most of the characters I care about right now. Actually, I've never written Toya Aoyagi, but I do have something in mind for him (and the rest of Vivid Bad Squad) that I'd like to write soon.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

Project Sekai and Love Live

Platonic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Platonic Poly/need. I love their friendship so much 🥺

Shiho & Shizuku Hinomori. Their sibling relationship means so much to me.

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

Project Sekai: Shiho/Haruka,

Love Live: Setsuna/Ayumu

Your top AO3 tags?

Fluff

Established Relationship

Pre-relationship

(Can you tell what I enjoy writing? lmao)

Current platform you use for posting?

AO3, TheRev28

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

I don't have any full prose WIPs at the moment, but here's a dialogue snippet from an upcoming Shiho/Haruka chapter!

Shiho: “Onee-chan, why are you putting on makeup to go to practice?”

Shizuku: “Oh! Shii-chan! I didn’t hear you come in. Do you need the bathroom?”

Shiho: “No, I was just about to head out.” [thinks about it and decides to push] “And you didn’t answer my question.”

Shizuku: “Ah… well, today we’ll be livestreaming our practice for the first time.”

Shiho: “Haruka mentioned you were doing something like that soon. But that still doesn’t explain the makeup. Isn’t it just gonna run and get all messy?”

Shizuku: “This is stage makeup! It’s designed to stay in place even with lots of physical activity! We always wear it for shows so we can look our best for the fans.”

Shiho: “But this is just a practice session.”

Shizuku: “But our fans will be watching.”

Shiho: “So? If they’re watching you practice, they should know you’re gonna get all sweaty and gross.”

Shizuku: “But… my fans have never seen me like that.”

Shiho: “I thought the whole point of starting over with MMJ was to free yourself of those expectations.” [sees that hit a nerve. Feels bad about it and tries to end the conversation] “Whatever, I’ve also got practice to get to, so I’ll see you at dinner.” [hurries off]

Tagging @infiwrites @ryqoshay and anyone else who wants to do this!

[unsettledink]

An interesting thread on comments and comment culture passed by on my dash, and for some reason it hooked me in. As usual, I started off wanting to say one thing and next thing I know, I'm 4k in with thoughts that everyone wants to hear. Right?

I left most of it on the post, talking about how comments used to be conversations, and how it never feels like people address the vulnerability of leaving a comment when they try and encourage more feedback.

I don't have answers. It's a cultural shift and how do things end up shifting again? Something big like a new platform or a radical change will probably have to appear before things go in a different direction, whatever it may be.

So no, I don't have an answer. I can say what helps me out, personally, when trying to remember why I want to go through the work of leaving a comment:

I write. I know from the other side what comments feel like. I remind myself of the excitement of seeing a notification pop up. (Obviously if you don't write, this doesn't help that much lol.)

Whatever I fear them judging me for, I can almost guarantee someone else has already judged me for something much worse. I mean, come on. I know the sort of things I write or rec.

I've done it enough I have a template in my head of how to write a comment. There are a few resources for that floating around that are good for getting started. Practice makes perfect.

Applying techniques from therapy. I'm not great at it, or have really internalized it, but at least aware that my fears are being egged on by anxiety, by past bad experiences, by the special hell of rejection sensitive dysphoria.

Easier said than done, especially on certain days, but just... running out of fucks to give. Like, oh my god self, so what if some author thinks I was too enthusiastic about their fic? What does it matter? They're just another random person on the internet, what are they going to do? Laugh at me? Then they're the one being a jackass, AND they don't get any more comments. Whatever.

And on that last one, if it's feeling impossible, like it'll never happen... holy shit this is going to sound condescending, but give it some time. Me from 10 years ago would have laughed at the idea of not caring what someone else thought. At some point, without me really noticing, I just could not care what some rando on the internet thought. It wasn't an active 'no I'm not going to care', it was 'wow I cannot find the energy to give a shit about you'. (But I can still find it to be mad when someone is Wrong on the Internet, so.)

I bring that up because every time I find out someone's age lately, I'm like, Jesus Christ. I forget how young fandom - esp tumblr - skews. Cause of course, I'm still young! It's not like I'm old, it's just that everyone is... younger... than... me. Wait. But for real, being in your late teens SUCKS. (Maybe you're lucky and they don't, but I doubt.) Being in your early 20's somehow sucks even more??? Being in your 20's period sucks. You couldn't pay me to be 20-anything again.

(Thinking of all the fandom people on here 20, 30 years older than me being like lol, you're still so freaking young :D )

Every comment I get these days I hoard like a dragon, and anytime I'm feeling crappy about writing or about some new thing being a bomb, I pull those suckers out and reread them for ages. I've got a whole doc just of tumblr comments, cause there's no other good way to find them again. if I'm really desperate, I go poke to see if there's any new bookmarks on my fic, in case they dropped a tag or put in a collection of favs or left a note of some sort (ya'll know authors can see those right?).

And I'd say I'm a pretty confident writer. I know I write a lot of niche stuff in tiny fandoms, so comparatively, I probably get a lot of comments. I have a moderately high opinion of my writing skills, so I'm mostly not sitting there going 'oh god I'm the worst writer ever', whereas I know that's the case for a LOT of fic writers. I'm mostly just sitting there like 'why didn't it hit the spot? why won't anyone say anything? I am so desperate to talk shop please anyone give me an excuse!!'.

So just... yeah. Throw an emoji at me. Throw a gif at me. Throw a novel that takes six comment boxes at me. Throw the exact same comment at fifteen different chapters/fics. I love it all.

(And hey. If you just lurk and read, it's okay. I get it. I still love you too.)

[babybluebex]

Hi! I'd like to request jealous smut of Beth Harmon x fem!reader. Both of them are switches and get jealous of Benny Watts flirting with the other; so Beth and the reader show each other who they belong to 💞

promises, promises [beth harmon x reader] 

pairing: beth harmon x reader (y/n)

summary: beth catches you flirting with benny, and she feels the need to remind you that you’re hers. 

word count: 1222

warnings: a little bit of smut (mentions of f!ngering), misplaced jealousy, me being a Yearning Sapphic ™ for too long

a/n: beth is a goddess. that is all. add yourself to my taglist!

tags: @simsiddy

“Ya know, I’ve always admired you,” Benny said. “You’re so… Cool.” 

“Thanks,” I said. “You’re pretty cool too.”

“Beth’s lucky to have you,” Benny mumbled, flicking ash off of his cigarette. Paris was cold at night, but Benny still needed a cigarette, and I, being the only one of our little group with any left in my pack, accompanied him out of the bar. “But.. Can I ask, why Beth?”

I titled my head in confusion. “I don’t understand,” I mumbled. “Like… Why am I dating Beth?”

“Yeah,” Benny said with a nod. “I mean, as opposed to anybody else.” 

I shrugged as I tried to come up with a solid answer. “I dunno,” I said finally. “She’s just… I like her. She’s easy to get along with most of the time, but, even when she’s grumpy and all, she’s… I can’t put it in words. I’m just in love with her, ya know? It’s hard to explain love.” 

“I get that,” Benny nodded. “And you’re fine with me always hanging around?” 

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I mean, Townes and Harry always hang around, so what’s one more?” 

“You understand what I mean, don’t you?” Benny asked. “You’re fine with me… And Harry… Always being around Beth?” 

“You can talk as slow as you want, you won’t be making anymore sense than before,” I told him. “Just spit it out.” 

“Do you know that Beth and I hooked up a few months ago?” Benny asked. “And she and Harry? And I think she and Townes, but I’ve never gotten a straight answer out of either of them about it.” 

I didn’t get jealous easily. I knew who I was dating; Beth was admired and adored in her world, and I was used to people pining over her left and right. I never gave it a second thought when we would wake up to flowers and dinner invitations. But something about Benny’s words made an uncomfortable heat bloom in my belly. “Oh,” I said, pushing my hair behind my ear in an act of nonchalance. “I didn’t know that, but I don’t mind. You guys are friends now, and any friend of Beth is a friend of mine.” 

“That’s good,” Benny said, and he dropped the cigarette butt on the ground. “I’d hate to screw up the whole dynamic of our friend group.” 

Just then, the door to the bar swung open, and Beth, Harry, and Townes emerged with laughter and snorts. Beth perked her eyebrow at me and wrapped an arm around my waist, and she pressed her thumb to my bottom lip. “Princess, you told me that you quit smoking,” she said to me. 

“I said no such thing,” I said quickly, taking my cigarette between my fingers. 

Beth took my cigarette for herself and took a drag, then blew a mouthful of smoke above my head. “No, I remember it,” she argued, as Beth was always so happy to. “I had my head between your thighs and--” 

“Christ!” I cried, my face screwing up in embarrassment, and Harry and Benny sputtered with tipsy laughter. “Bethy, you can’t just say that--” 

“Sure I can,” Beth said. “I mean, we’re adults, and Benny’s always going off about his conquests. But, regardless, you promised me that you would quit smoking.” 

“I don’t remember that,” I said. “But if you say so…” 

Beth discarded the cigarette on the sidewalk, and she pressed her warm hand against my cheek. “Come here, princess,” she said softly and tugged me close, and she brushed her lips past mine. I could taste the gin on her lips from her favorite drink, the same ones her mother used to drink, but it only made me want more. I pressed forward, putting my hands on her waist, and she slung her arms around my neck as she gently bit my bottom lip. 

Harry and Benny were content to continue to drink around Paris, but Beth and I suddenly had other plans that landed us in our hotel room. As quickly as we could manage, our dresses were tugged off, and she was laying between my quivering legs as her thin fingers teased my wet heat. Beth had magic in her fingers, I just knew it. She kissed my leg, leaving trace amounts of her favorite red lipstick, and she finally whispered, “What were you and Benny talking about?” 

“Jesus, Beth,” I huffed. “I don’t know. Just shooting the shit, ya know?” 

“Hmm,” Beth hummed lightly, and her thumb gently circled my clit. With her fingers inside me and the feeling of her warm breath on my core, I knew that there was no hope of me lasting much longer. Beth knew this too, however, because she pulled her fingers back and looked up at me through her gorgeous eyelashes. “What were you talking about?” She asked again. 

“Fuck, Beth,” I sighed, pushing myself onto my elbows and blowing a lock of hair from my eyes. “Why do you care?” 

“Because you were making those big eyes at him,” Beth answered. 

“Big eyes?” I repeated. 

“Yeah,” She said. “You know the ones, right?” When I had no answer, she laughed. “You gave them to me last night! I was studying a game, and you came and sat on my lap and kissed my neck, and you gave me those eyes.” 

“Oh,” I said, suddenly understanding her attitude. Was she jealous? We were really the perfect couple. I got jealous at the thought of her being with someone else, and she did the same. “Well, maybe I was making eyes at Benny. I mean, c’mon, Beth, it’s Benny. He’s so dreamy.” 

“You’ve never used the word dreamy in your life,” Beth said and raised an eyebrow. 

“Maybe I did wanna bed Benny,” I said. “What would you do about it?”

“I think,” Beth began. Her fingers curled in my panties and tugged them down my legs, kissing all the way down, and kissed back up to my cunt. “I oughta show you who you belong to.” 

“And who is that?” I asked. My tough demeanor was disintegrating by the second and, the second that Beth’s lovely mouth was on me, it would fall off completely. 

“Why, me, of course,” Beth hummed. “I thought you knew, princess.” 

“I know that,” I laughed. Quickly, I hooked a leg around her waist and pushed her to the bed, and I straddled her waist. “But I seem to remember that you neglected to tell me that you fucked Benny. Harry too, for that matter.”

“Oh, please,” Beth laughed. Her hair was splayed out on the creme pillow, the sounds of Paris outside our window. But it was warm in the hotel room and smelled like my girlfriend’s perfume, and the taste of her skin lingered in my mouth, and I knew that I could never wander far from her. “That was before I met you, princess. Before… Everything.” 

Everything. Her exploring her sexuality, coming out, the repercussions that came with that. Hiding our relationship, stealing kisses behind closed doors and blaming alcohol if we got too close in public. Before the ups and downs and backslides and… Everything. 

“I’m yours now, princess,” Beth said, pressing her hand to my heart. My hand captured hers and I took a deep breath as I squeezed her hand. 

“Just yours.” 

[waka-chan-out]

Hey, it's Fay!

Happy 700 bestie!!!! You know what time it is? Time for your milestone Ushijima fic! (I did take some inspiration from your pet name tag)

You and Ushijima are coworkers. You're not that close. You've got a pretty professional relationship, but he laughs whenever you make a joke and sometimes he'll bring you a drink when he knows you've been working hard.

And yeah, it's no secret, he's extremely handsome. He's solid and well-built under the work shirts that hug tight over his broad chest and shoulders. At the end of the workday, you might catch him with his sleeves rolled up, tie loose, biting his lip in concentration as he looks over some papers. You have a little workplace crush on him, but that's all it is, its never going to come to anything.

You're staying late one day looking over your work for the hundredth time.

"Oh." A deep voice says from the door to your office. "I thought I was the last one here." You look up to see Ushijima, brow furrowed.

You look at the clock on the wall. "Oh, god, it's later than I thought. I'd better get going."

He nods. "I was just leaving. I'll walk with you."

You gather your things and shoot him a smile as you walk past him to the elevators.

"So." He starts. You stop and turn to look at him. "Do you... have dinner plans?"

"Not really, why?"

He runs a hand through his hair in a reflexive gesture. "Well I just- I just thought maybe you and I could grab something to eat."

The two of you step into the elevator and the doors shut on the office. You don't want to make any assumptions. Coworkers got dinner all the time, it didn't have to mean anything. "What did you have in mind?"

He's silent. "I didn't really think it through this far."

That startles a laugh out of you. "Well there's a great pizza place near-"

The elevator jerks and you lose your balance, you fall into Ushijima and the two of you fall to the ground, you on top of him. It doesn't feel very awkward, or even strange. It's a weird thing to thing but you kind of fit like this, in this position. If he notices that you're using him as a mattress he doesn't say anything, he's too busy staring up at the lights, which have gone red. "The elevator stopped."

His eyes flicked back to you and you became increasingly aware that you were lying on top of him. You scrambled to roll off of him so that you were on your back next to him. "Sorry, Ushijima-"

He wraps a large hand around your wrist "Call me Wakatoshi. Please."

"Okay." You turn to smile at him. "Wakatoshi." You pull your phone out of your pocket and hold it above your head. "I've got reception."

The call with emergency services is short and unremarkable, and you come out of it with the news that you're going to have to wait at least an hour.

Ushijima, standing against the back wall,, lets out a dark chuckle, then a switch flips and he's laughing. He laughs with his whole body, his shoulders shake, he throws his head back, revealing the long line of his neck. He's infectious, suddenly the two of you are laughing and you have no idea why.

He's still laughing, he holds out a hand as if to steady himself, and it ends up on your shoulder, you feel the warmth of his touch, the gentleness of his hand. "I'm sorry, its just. I finally get up the courage to ask you to dinner, and you almost say yes. And then the elevator just breaks!"

That sets you off again, you're just thinking about how ridiculous this all is. You're both leaning on each other because you're both laughing too hard to hold yourselves up.

As the laughter winds down, something strikes

"Why did you have to get up the courage to ask me to dinner?" You say, slowly piecing out the answer in your head. Hope rises brightly in your chest.

He looks at you, neither of you have moved away. "I like you. A lot. I think you're amazing, and I know that you probably don't feel the same way, but-"

You grab him by the tie and pull him closer to you, halfway through the motion, he surges forward and your lips meet. He's so gentle. His hands find either side of your face. You tilt your head, press your lips together a little harder and he takes the direction, kissing you a little rougher. You nip at his lower lip and the sound he makes, a low growl, runs down your whole body, you feel it in your fingers, you feel it in your toes, you feel it pooling warmly in your stomach.

The two of you come up for air. Wakatoshi "I'm sorry."

You lean your foreheads together "why the hell would you be sorry for that?"

"This wasn't how I planned it, I was gonna take you to dinner, tell you all about how I felt.

You shrug. "I don't need it. I like you. I really do. Have for a while actually."

"Really?"

You smile. "I can't count how many times I've thought about you, about this. Every time you'd bring me something to drink, or smile when I said something stupid."

"What did you think about?"

"Well, mainly this," you lean up to place a slow, deep kiss on his lips. "And other things."

"What kind of other things?"

"Lots of things." Your hands reach down to unbuckle his belt. "You, earing me out under my desk..." you palm him through his boxers and he gasps. "Ripping those goddamn work shirts off you..."

You feel him hardening under your palm. He clears his throat. "I have. Um. There's a condom in my wallet." He rustles around in his pocket and retrieves it.

You lean your head back and raise an eyebrow as you take the foil square from his fingers. "Hoping for the best this morning?"

He shrugs. "I'm an optimist."

You step back and away from him, he moves to follow but you shake your head and push him backwards. He frowns, confused, but moves where you put him. You lean back against the side wall of the elevator. "Strip."

His eyes go dark with lust, and he wastes no time in ridding himself of his shirt and slacks. He stands there in his boxers.

"All the way."

He pulls them off and his cock springs free, hard and so much bigger than you'd expected.

"Jesus christ." You say before you can stop yourself, and he smiles.

"I know. You don't have to-" he moans into your mouth as you roll the condom on and stroke him slowly.

"Get on your back," you command. "I'm going to ride you, is that alright?"

"Yes!" He clears his throat. "Yes."

Your hand closes tighter around his cock and he whimpers. "Yes...?"

"Yes ma'am."

You could get off on those two words alone. He sits on his discarded clothes and looks up at you, he reaches under your pencil skirt to feel the fabric between your legs. "Oh." He says "you're wet."

He moves the fabric aside to slide a rough but tender finger across your folds.

You gently move his hand away and pull your panties off under your skirt to afford him better access. His hands find your hips, and he rolls up the skirt, leaving your legs bare. "Come here, baby," and he pulls you down toward him.

Together, you line each other up, and when you sink down onto him, you feel like he was made for you. You feel so full. You move apart and then sink together again. "Oh god. Ushi- fuck. You feel so good -toshi, oh!"

You roll your hips and he tosses his head back with a cry. You pick up the pace, and the sound get louder and more intense.

"Toshi," you moan. "I'm close."

His hand comes between you to circle your clit. Your feel yourself clenching around him with a shout, and him bucking up into you, coming, only moments later.

You collapse on to him, letting yourself appreciate how good it feels this time.

"So. That's a yes to dinner?"

You laugh and feel his heartbeat against your chest. "That’s a yes to dinner."

(I hope you enjoyed this! Congrats again!!! You deserve all this and more! (P.s. seeing my name on the masterlist made my heart so happy. I saw it and I thought I was hallucinating. I'm really happy to have made such an impact on you))

FAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!

i think you can read my mind because i’m such a whore for the coworkers to lovers trope i think i’m going to go insane. and i had to physically set my phone down at that “yes ma’am.” i swear to god you are going to be the death of me.

thank you so much and of course you’re on the list! people (((mostly me!!!!))) have really liked everything you’ve sent in so far and i know i definitely don’t want to lose these so onto the masterlist they go :) god damn. idk what i did to deserve such high quality content in my inbox but i am GRATEFUL.

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who wants to read my take on Camilla Hect, Biblical References, and the Implications for Alecto?

i am not waiting for an answer so i typed it all up and it's below the cut. i tried to make it easy to follow for those with zero background in christianity while adding context to muir's references, so hopefully it’s good.

before i get into the cam meta, we need to back up and lay some groundwork for context. i’ve said this before, but i believe gideon’s death at the end of gideon the ninth represents the crucifixion of Jesus. i think it’s fairly straightforward and this analogy is a general consensus in the fandom, but im going to break it down in case anyone reading this wants a proper explanation:

- both Jesus and Gideon are the ‘child of God’

- both Jesus and Gideon predict their own death three times

- jesus was pierced with a spear during the crucifixion, gideon was pierced with a railing

- jesus and gideon both were resurrected

now here's some biblical context for all my non-christians. the purpose of the crucifixion of jesus is partially explained in the bible verse John 3:16. in the verse, it is stated that jesus died on the cross to forgive humanity's sin so that whoever believes “shall not perish but have eternal life”.

in gtn, gideon verbally forgives harrow and then dies for her in order to help her attain lyctorhood, literally saving her from perishing and giving her eternal life.

okay, so that establishes gideon as our jesus and her death as our crucifixion. now why do i say camilla is mary magdalene and why is it important?

tamsyn has made it overtly clear that camilla's storyline is paralleling a lot of mary's biblical experiences. i think by following this string of theory, we can get a rough grasp on what we're going to see in alecto the ninth.

i'm going to walk you guys through my thought process on where i started with this. it came to me on my very first read of htn when camilla is speaking harrow and she says:

“The Cohort took the rest of him away. And I don’t know where they have put him.”

due to being a former good christian, i immediately knew it was Mary Magdalene's line when she is looking for Jesus' body after the crucifixion. camilla's line is taken directly from that line in the bible verse John 20:13! here's the exact verse for comparision:

“They have taken away my Lord's body and I don't know where they have put him.”

muir said "copy+paste" and went with it. respect. but that line made me sit back and think "why?" because muir has shown that she doesn't put in biblical references for no reason. her biblical references usually foreshadow plot points. so why does muir use this line, in this situation, with camilla hect?

earlier i said mary is important, and i wasn't kidding. in the bible, mary magdalene is a witness to three major biblical events. she witnesses:

- the Crucifixion of Christ

- the Resurrection of Christ

- the Empty Tomb

in gideon the ninth, camilla is there to witness gideon’s death, which i established is our tlt crucifixion. what about the other two?

we don't know for sure what happened at the conclusion of gtn. the cohort took palamedes, but john told harrow that gideon’s body was never recovered. we know mercymorn was working with BoE and DID see gideon’s body. she saw gideon’s corpse, and apparently gideon bears enough of a resemblance to commander wake that mercy immediately knew gideon was her child. mercy did lament that she never checked the eyes, thus didnt know that john was gideons father. theoretically BoE could have known the true parenthood of wakes kid and took the body. or not. we really don’t know.

but if BoE took gideon's body along with camilla, judith, and corona, cam theoretically could have kept track of it. ive said here why i think the narrator in the epilogue is in some form gideon. if im right, this would make camilla the witness to the resurrection of gideon. which means we have one more parallel for camilla to see. The Empty Tomb.

the tag line at the end of harrow the ninth is

“The tomb will open in ALECTO THE NINTH”

that's obviously mysterious as all hell. but if muir is continuing her parallel of camilla and mary, i'd be willing to bet camilla is going to be the witness to the empty tomb, whether it's the tomb on the ninth, harrow's river tomb, or the speculative tomb on the first.

i'm currently workshopping a theory on cam and pals lyctorhood, what state gideon is in narrating the epilogue in (and why), what's going to happen in atn among other things. as always, i am frothing at the mouth to answer questions or hear everyone else's opinions/theories/feedback. my ask box/dms are always open!

[flower-zombie-rob]

✨600 followers✨

Wow

Like actually wow oh my god this is insane. I never even imagined getting far enough for ten followers when i started out, let alone 60 times that! Jesus Christ! I mean where did you all come from?? How'd you stumble upon my tumblr and decide it was worth a follow? That amazes me so much like how is this even real!? To be closer to 1000 than 0, what the heck!?

Thank you

Monumentally, thank you. This honestly means so much to me. To see and get compliments on the happiness people get from my art, to know how far ive come and how much ive improved. To see me reach the same kind of numbers as the increadible artists, talented editors, and captivating cosplay bloggers around me. To know i have this many people on my page because of what i make is mad! Though of course, it isnt just me. I couldn't have ever done this at all without the support, love and care that every single one of you has given to my blog. We reached this together and i cannot thank each and every one of you enough for helping us get here. This is a milestone i never im my dreams thought i could reach.

Thank you for sticking with me through my progression, my improvement, ive grown up with you guys supporting and helping me. To those who stuck here and saw me improve, i thank you so much for everything youve helped me achieve. To new bloggers or those with little followers, take it from me, dont ever give up on it. Whether you have no followers, 10, 50 or even 100 there will be people that discover you and stick by you to watch your progression. People to admire your talent and people to support your passions so dont give up on it, i didnt think id be anywhere near this number, but here i am making a 600 follower milestone post! Gosh!

Thank you. Now usually with these kinds of post i go through and tag every one of the 600 followers, but im going to be seriously honest with you and say that i dont think i can! I'd be making a very long list of names, a lot of drafts, and god knows how much time it would take! So for this one i think im sticking with just a big thank you and bless you all for the love and support. i love you all, stay strong, be you, happy pride month, thank you.

❤💙💚💛💜🖤

P.s: to anyone that read this far, i will be holding an art raffle for this!

[lancetuckershairgel]

Warnings: more angst :)

Words: 948

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"Jesus Christ." Chris exclaimed under his breath as he read over Lucy's arrest record and the charges "Kidnapping?" 

"She persuaded the child to leave and go with her." The attorney next to him said 

"Yeah but is this really going to stand?"

"I don't know, I've never had a case like this."

"The kid doesn't belong in jail. She'll get her ass kicked first of all, and she just...she's messed up. Been through a lot." 

"All we can do is try to convince the state to drop the charges. Have you talked to her?" 

"Not yet. I need to, I just know how it's going to go."

The attorney gave him a sympathetic smile and promised to look into the options. Chris shook his hand and made his way down to the interrogation room where Lucy was sitting, waiting. 

"Hey, Luce. How are you holding up?" Chris asked as he sat down across from her 

Lucy just glared at him. 

"I talked to your lawyer. He's trying to get the charges dropped but this...this is pretty bad, Luce."

Chris waited for a response then sighed when he was met with more silence. 

"What were you thinking?" He asked

"I was thinking I was going to get my sister back." Lucy spat angrily 

"And how were you going to take care of her, huh? Go back to that run down mess of a house? Love off stolen canned goods? What would you do when winter came? Or if she got sick?"

"I'd figure it out!" Lucy yelled "I've been taking care of her since she was born, okay? I'm all she's ever had."

"She's safe where she is. She has a suitable house, food, clothes that fit. The parents are wonderful."

"How do you know? Haven't you ever read the news? Foster parents abuse and kill kids all the time."

Chris stared at her blankly then shook his head. 

"I think you read the news too much. Have you ever heard of Harry Potter? Try that."

"I read Harry Potter in third grade, thank you." 

Chris blinked but wasn't surprised, the girl was incredibly smart. 

"These folks have been fostering kids for eight years and not a single report of abuse. They're good people and they're taking care of Lily until something is figured out."

Lucy crossed her arms and gave Chris a defiant stare. 

"Can you just give this some time? Have a single ounce of faith and patience and stop thinking that it's a bad thing?" Chris begged "Can you just trust me?" 

"I did trust you, Chris. I let you in and you let me down."

The two stared at each other for a moment. Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she looked away from Chris' intense gaze. He was doing that thing where he was reading her and if she didn't know better she'd say he was a psychic. Chris looked at her, studying her expression and her eyes. He wasn't psychic but he could tell a lot from just looking at her. She was mad at him, sure, but on the inside she was screaming at him to save her. She wanted him to help, she just didn't know how to ask. 

"I swear to you, Lucy, I'm going to make this right."

He stood and left the room. He ran his hand over his face, rubbing his beard as he put his thoughts together and then called Erin.  

"Meet me at the bar." 

---

Erin listened to what Chris had to say and he sat back and took a long sip from the bottle in his hand as he waited for her response. 

"You're...really?" She tilted her head at him as she processed what he told her "Are you sure, Chris?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life." 

"It's going to take a while to get everything in order and...listen, I know you want to help those girls but going from a single guy to parenting two kids? I just want you to think this through."

"I have thought it through and I should have done it sooner." Chris took another sip of the beer "I'm doing this and I'd like your support."

"I support you, you know I do." 

"Okay, good. I'm going to the social services office in the morning and applying to foster. That'd be the first step."

Erin nodded 

"Then we go from there." Chris finished the beer with one gulp. 

---

"How long do you think this process will take?" Chris asked Linda as they sat down in her office 

"Well, to be honest I don't know if fostering the girls is the right choice."

"Why not?" Chris asked, a bit annoyed 

"If you apply for fostering there is no guarantee that you will get them. There's so many kids who need a home that we only let the applicants choose the age of the child. Now if you apply for custody, however, that would work and it would be a lot quicker." Linda explained 

"I thought adoption took years?" 

"It does. Custody is different, and a temporary custody order can be pushed through in less than a month if you have everything in order."

"Okay, what do I need?"

"There's a few things. The form, then the home inspection and interview, approval from us then the judge will review the case and make the final decision in a court hearing."

"Okay. Let's do it."

"Are you sure, Chris? I commend you for doing this but it's not easy for a non relative male to get custody like this."

"I'm sure, and I'll do whatever it takes to get those girls."

"Then let's get that form." 

[rogue-barnes-16]

THE PLUS ONE

Summary: Rumors about Gwilym's love life are all over Internet but he always refused to disclose anything. However, after a year of a good and healthy relationship, he decides it's time for the world to know Y/n.

Request: All right doll, Could you write some Blake Shelton or/& Gwilym Lee fanfic for me, it would be awesome!! Love you and your work both of you are amazing 😉😻🌚💦

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Requested by: @marvelieber-rdjr01

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @sinviix @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: a tiny bit of swearing, ofc!Evangeline

A/N: Idk why it's taking me so much time to write, I apologize. It never happened before, I guess I've been a while without writing. If you sent me a request, don't worry, I'll post it as soon as possible. About this request, it was really special, so I put extra effort on it. I hope you enjoy <3.

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"Darlin'!" my friend called the barman attention by hitting the surface of the barcounter. "my friend wants a martini and..." she gave me a knowing smirk before leaning over the counter. "I want your number."

"what the hell Eva?" I hissed, not able to hold back a chuckle. She shrugged, mouthing a confused 'what now', and I turned to the barman. "she'll have wine. Just wine" I remarked.

The boy on the other side of the barcounter nodded whilst chuckling and served us what we had ordered.

"I mean, I didn't think it'd work but okay"

"yeah, sure" I teased her, nursing my cup. "anyways- what are you doing now?" I asked while she turned her stool to face the people behind us, sitting in the booths. "Eva?"

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before actually speaking. "So there's that cute blond boy-" she was cut off by my snort, which made her nudge me. "no, listen. There's that cute blond boy and there's that handsome man staring at you shamelessly."

"wait what?" I hesitantly spun my own stool, following my friend's line of sight until my eyes met with a pair of blue ones which belonged to a tall, slim man staring at me. "shit" I muttered, rapidly coming back to my initial position. "he's hot"

"He's your type." my friend stated whilst sipping her wine. "aw now he's all bashful" she updated me, letting out a laugh. "he's no longer looking, I think he saw you staring"

"bitch" I called her, refraining the temptation of looking at the man once again. "he saw you staring"

"go talk with him" she whispered, resting her back and elbows against the edge of the counter. "he seems shy all from sudden."

"I'm-" this time, I did turn around to check on him once again, and damn, he was attractive as hell. "-not gonna do that."

"Y/n are you kidding me right now?" Eva asked rhetorically. "it's not the moment to be shy." she waited a few seconds for me to move, but when I didn't, she took the matter in her own hands.

"Eva-" I tried to stop her but she was soon walking towards the two men across the pub. "fuck"

I followed her form until she reached them, and then my eyes came back once again to the tall man, making me miss completely the way Eva pointed at me.

It was only when the mysterious man started to make his way towards me, that I realized what had just happened.

Before I had time to kill my friend, who now seemed to be very interested in whatever the blond boy was saying, the man was standing in front of me. "hey there, I'm Gwilym"

"Uh hi. Y/n" I replied, giving him an involuntary smile.

"Your... friend, I suppose?" he questioned, trying to hide his nervousness. "suggested me to buy you a drink instead of..."

"...of staring at me?" I guessed, raising my eyebrows at him, the ghost of a smirk forming on my lips when he nodded sheepishly.

"But, since you already have a drink" he shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a peek at the improvised dance floor in the middle of the pub. "do you want to dance?"

"I mean-" I opened and closed my mouth, meditating my answer. "I'm terrible at dancing."

"me too" he shrugged with a sweet smile dancing on his lips. "but it'll be funny, and if you get bored, I can walk you home" he added, extending his hand to me.

"such a gentleman" I stated, taking his hand, at first just to climb off the stool. However, he intertwined our fingers and leaded me to the middle dance floor, just in time to dance a slow song. "after all, I might not step on your feet."

"lucky me" he replied with a hint of humor in his voice, right before resting one of his hands on my waist while the other held one of my own.

We stayed like that for a long while, lightly swinging at the peaceful rhythm of the melody playing on the pub, lost in each other's eyes.

One Year Later

I was sat in my couch, wrapped in blankets and watching The Diary of Bridget Jones, when I heard my main door opening. "I'm in the living room!" I yelled, guessing it was Evangeline.

"Y/n, love!" my eyes opened widely at the sound of Gwilym's voice. "I'm home!"

"wha- how-" I attempted to move from the couch but it turned out to be almost impossible due to the amount of fabric wrapped around me. "I thought you were on press tour still"

"I am" he replied, walking towards me to kneel before the couch where I was. "but I missed you" I beamed at him, and a second later, he had leaned in to place a tender kiss on my lips "and I wanted to give you a surprise"

"awe" my hands left their cozy haven, recently found in the blankets, to hold both of his cheeks and bring him into another kiss, even though if this time we couldn't stop smiling. "I want more surprises like this one"

He then pulled away from me, holding both of my hands with his. "in that case" a mischievous grin made its way to his lips. "I might have another one" I raised my eyebrows, prompting him to tell me what he was up to. "we- the boys and I- were offered the possibility of taking a plus one with us to the Oscars"

I opened my mouth in agape, not because I had the chance to go to the Oscars —I would fangirl about that later—, but because he was offering me to go with him as his plus one.

"Gwilym" a wave of insecurities visibly washed over him the moment I said his name. "okay, first of all, come here" I pulled him up to sit besides me on the couch, and once he was there, rested my side against the backrest to face him. "I'd love to go." I assured him.

He sighed, a somehow sad smile twisting up the corner of his lips. "but?"

"are you sure you want us to be public?" I asked him softly. "because if you're doing this for me, you don't have to" giving him a smile, I prompted myself on my knees to kiss him. "I'm happy now. Evangeline, Ben and Joe know about us and that's more than enough."

"I know, Y/n" he pulled me onto his lap, giving me another kiss. "I know we're happy like this. And" his thumbs rubbed my hips, something that I managed to feel even through all those layers of fabric. "I'm the one who wanted this to be a secret but-" he bit his lower lip, struggling to find the right words. "I mean- we- now-"

I rested my cheek against his chest and leaded one of my hands to the crook of his neck to trace random patterns there, something I knew that would calm him.

"today we had an interview." he finally starting talking calmly "the interviewer asked me about my hobbies." I felt his fingers combing me hair. "and I wanted to say that I love watching TV shows with you on Saturday nights. I wanted to tell her how much I enjoy helping you cooking because I know you'll burn the kitchen if I'm not there" I slapped his chest playfully, earing a chuckle from him. "I wanted to tell her about our Sunday morning runs, and about our romantic escapades."

"sweet" I commented, lifting my gaze to look at him, who had his beautiful blue eyes on me. "and you want to be able to say those things." he nodded. "100% sure?" he nodded again, this time more eagerly. "then I need to find a dress."

"Evangeline is going to need one too" he informed me with a knowing smile on his face. "Ben is going to ask her to go with him."

"how are you so sure she'll say yes?" he snorted and I shook my head, chuckling. "yeah, don't even answer." I attempted to get up, but Gwilym tugged my arm and I fell back on the couch. "I gotta call her, Gwil."

"not now" he hugged me and made us both lie down on the couch. "I'm tired and needy." I let out a laugh, shifting to have my head comfortably laid over his chest once again. "I'm in the mood for cuddles with my amazing girlfriend"

"You're always in the mood for cuddles" I retorted, throwing one of my arms over his torso and tangling my legs with his. Meanwhile, both his arms wrapped around me, one of his hands finding it's way once more to my hair. "okay. Just for a bit"

"as you wish, love" Gwilym mumbled, already drifting off.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"okay guys" one of the coordinators of the staff called our attention. "your turn. All of you go together, but once you reach the middle section of the carpet you can split up, go solo, take pictures or whatever" he stepped aside and prompted us to walk. "first Ben-"

"Jesus fucking Christ. Goddamnit. Fuck. why did I agree? Fucking hell" Evangeline cursed in low voice, holding onto Ben's arm to walk down the red carpet.

"now Joe. Allen, you go next" they both stepped out, and finally, the coordinator turned to Gwilym and me. "Gwilym, your turn."

"ready?" he whispered, securing me by holding my waist.

"yeah I'm just nervous as fuck" I muttered, smiling for the cameras and the paparazzi that were now taking photos of us.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm so bloody nervous too" I let out a nervous laugh and he did the same right before another coordinator stopped us to stay still a few seconds, so the reporters could take proper pictures of us. "Y/n?"

"yeah?"

"I'm gonna kiss you, don't freak out" I didn't have time to give him any snarky reply before his lips were on mines, his hands holding my cheeks. "You're red" he stated with his eyes still closed.

"you didn't even see me, asshole" I hissed, feeling my whole face burning.

"Don't need to. I know you." he replied, pecking my forehead before letting go of me, for us to face the cameras once more. "Y/n?"

"not another kiss" I warned him, resuming our walk when the coordinator told us to do so.

"No no, at least not now." he leaned on me and whispered on my ear, "I love you"

I spun my face, capturing his lips before replying, "I love you too" with a big beam on my face, that was probably equivalent to the one on his.

[endarklight-blog]

My last words to an old friend, a former friend... Someone that I used to know.

And, finally, I'm at the end of removing all the tags. Jesus fucking Christ there were a lot. And, honestly, I have to say, I kind of miss these days. These early days. I mean, you were a bit annoying. But it was an endearing quality for you. I'll never see a memory pop up about you again... But this one, I'm inclined to leave. I won't, but I'm inclined to. I have no clue what's going on with you these days, but as I scrolled through things to remove tags because I got tired of seeing memories of you pop up, I realized that when I actually enjoyed you was during the times when you didn't actually tag me. You mentioned me, but no tags. I'd have kept those. Your posts were public. You were different back then. I suppose you probably think you grew up or something. But, you simply changed. We both changed. Mine was temporary, at least... I've finally found my way back to myself after so God damn long. And, with this last tag removed, I remove the last thought and memory of good times involving us. I'm sorry it went so wrong, you know. I was supposed to be your guide in life, back then, and I failed so hard. I've never failed at anything that badly in my entire life. Probably never will... I should've only been your guide and nothing more. I knew this back then. But I selfishly ignored it. And, for that, I'm truly sorry. And, I really hope that you're doing better than I think you are... Though, I've been right about everything else so far, so I don't see why I'd be wrong about this... One of the biggest reason that I feel guilty when I think of you is because I always knew it was wrong and that no matter what happened, I'd always bounce back and be me again, and I'd survive and be successful on my own. I wouldn't lose my view on the world forever. And I knew it wouldn't be the same for you. But, I hope I'm wrong about the present and that you're actually doing great in all aspects. And if you're not, I hope it comes to you soon. I hope you find or have found those parts of you that got lost along the way. I know you said that you were such a child back then. But that's not completely correct. That view of the world isn't child like. But most people lose the ability to see the world as such. And, of course, people would want to tell you how wrong you are because you can do something that they can't. They love to make someone who can do better than them look and feel worse than them just to feel better about themselves. But, I'm starting to ramble. Time to press the last "remove tag" button. Good bye, again, Jayde. Sorry for all the bullshit you've had to endure because of me.

[georgeluz]

Aight, so this is sergeantskip (but I'm in sideblog hell so like yo), for the ask game thing because it sounds like fun! My face tag is Roe's shitty face, which is on my things/nav page on sergeantskip (because goddamn I have annoying tags I'm so sorry). I'm an ISFJ and Gemini, and I'd probably say I'd prefer being shipped with a guy in BoB, even though I don't really mind all that much! :) Thank you!

AHUAWDIUWSEGYEFDAH im an isfj finally one of my kind. (i think I thought I was an infj earlier I think I said I was but I’m actually an isfj. I took the real deal exam and everything as part of a career counselling session lmfao)

The Character I See You As: Donald Malarkey! I feel like I’ve given a lot of people Malarkey but that’s ok because I love Malark more than I love MYSELF. I sincerely believe that he’s very close to what an isfj is. He gets along with everyone, but also can separate himself and seem a little lonesome and weary (probably spreads himself a little thin), but never complains or snips at anyone. Malarkey has the patience of a saint with other people (except people who he’s really close to that he can get away with getting mad at), a natural leader because he’s well-liked and always wants what’s best, but at the same time super jovial? Half the time he’s the kid friend that needs to be LOOKED OUT FOr and then the other half of the time it’s like mom friend ready 2 go. 

Your Three Best Friends: Skip Muck, Carwood Lipton, Joe Liebgott

The One You Don’t Get Along With: Is there?? First of all I can’t think of anyone that Malarkey didn’t get along with unless it was completely justified (Sobel, Dike, etc). So maybe no one? Maybe you’re just that wonderfully adaptable and social, ay? When I look at the bob boys anyway, I don’t see any one person that you wouldn’t get along with (and I can relate, I think us isfj’s are remarkably socially adaptable) unless it was really justified tho.

Who I Ship You With: Bill Guarnere. Someone who you can joke around with, someone who will totally not be afraid to stand up for you (and stand up for a million other things and you’ll probably need to tell him to “SIT DOWN” every once in awhile, after all you have to mom someone when it’s necessary), and someone who can also look after you, because Bill is a total dad ok. Listen. Have you seen replacements? The way he was talking to them? He loves the kiddos ok. He’s a total softie, don’t let anyone tell you different. He talks a lot of smack but he’s a TOTAL SOFTIE.

Wildcard: Sergeant. Mortarman. 2nd Platoon. Easy Company.

LIL BLURB…. THING: 

Well. There was a reason you didn’t drink a lot back home.

Your head felt heavy, like a string with a five pound weight attached to it was hanging off of the back of your neck. The beer you gripped in your hand was only there after you had had two glasses of wine, a few shots of whiskey (which burned like hell), and whatever else you could find. Or, in other words, you’d already had enough alcohol to convince you that having a few more beers wouldn’t kill you. Besides, drinking made you appear to fit in a little more in front of the guys, all of whom were just a little suspicious of your presence. You had, though, managed to keep up in most of the Toccoa training. 

You laughed. You joked. You, Skip, Malarkey, and Tab had had a drinking contest. Of course you failed miserably and somehow Skip pulled out all the stops, but it didn’t matter. You were drunk and finally having “fun”, free from your anxieties and free from Sobel’s watchful eye. It didn’t cross your mind that there would ever be having too much until your stomach started churning and you thought you might throw up. That was on hour three.

“H-hold on guys. I gotta-” You burp.

“Jesus, don’t throw up! Not on me!” Malarkey swats you away with his hand and sends you sputtering outside, where you put your hand on the side of the building to steady yourself. Somewhere inside, George Luz is singing in Sobel’s voice. There’s riotous laughter. You groan and look up toward the hills. It looks like it’s out of a Van Gogh painting–swimming and moving and sickening you more. Your whole shoulder is up against the wall now and you swear you’re going to throw up. ‘Oh god, this is why I don’t drink so much so fast. Stupid.’

“Well, Christ, Y/N, you look like hell,” Guarnere says after appearing in the doorway, a satisfied smile played across his lips. He’s one of the boys that you can’t tell whether he likes you or not. Sure he jokes with you, but sure he also gives you hell for your controversy. “I shouldn’ta let those guys give you more drinks. I knew you’s was out after those shots you took,” Bill finally says after you don’t reply, his voice softening a little. 

“Hey, now,” you grumble, promising yourself that you will go ahead and die if you vomit in front of Bill Guarnere. “I can make my own decisions.”

“I ain’t sayin’ that because you’re a woman, for god’s sake,” he exclaims, laughter bubbling deep from within his chest. “George Luz can’t handle it either. Neither can Joe Toye, but he’ll promise he can. All’s I’m sayin is I’m just tryna look out for ya, okay?” He steps closer, putting a firm hand on your shoulder. You place your forehead against the wall of the bar, steady yourself, and then stand up straight after a moment. You had to steel yourself, give yourself a little pep talk, but you managed to keep the drinks down for the moment.

“How about I get you some water?” He gives your shoulder a little rub and you chuckle. You hadn’t really noticed it before, but he was completely sober. It made you wonder why–you would have thought he was a drinking man. 

“Yes please, god, and maybe something to eat.” Granted, you aren’t sure you could keep either of that down. But you do know that you’re thankful as hell for Bill Guarnere.