#ahe 2022 reblog

[wally-franks]

also genuine question, why do you turn off reblogs? is it a privacy sort of thing? :0

Hii!! Thank you for the question ^^ it's not a privacy thing really, it's a me thing HAHA.

I don't turn off reblogs without a reason. It always kinda depends! There's some posts where I leave them on and some where I turn them on. I normally turn it off for wips, shitposts (sometimes), written Au stuff or generally stuff where I'm like. "Hmm, I don't think this is rb worthy."

I hope this helps! ♡

[mxltifxnd0m]

spring showers 𖥔 d.winchester

summary: dean interrupts your shower

pairings: dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x fem! reader

word count: 1.6K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', fluff, smidge of angst, nudity, mentions of smut, implied smut, cursing

a/n: this was inspired by an old fic i wrote for druig back in 2022 and decided to rework it for dean! this is not full on smut but has NSFW themes so MINORS DNI!! you have been warned!

anyways reblog and comment i love seeing your thoughts and i hope you guys enjoy it!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Steam filled the shower room of the bunker as water glided down your face and body.

You had a love for showers. Not that you don’t enjoy a bath once in a while, but those were more of a luxury than a necessity. You loved a hot shower after a brutal hunt, the warm water relaxing the sore muscles of your shoulders and back. The stinging of your wounds while the water ran down your body served as a reminder that you were still alive and not another casualty in a long line of them caused by the monsters. 

It was satisfying to see the crimson-red stained water roll down the drain until it turned clear. There were times you stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out and cold water started to spurt out of the showerhead. However, you didn’t get this often because of the rundown motels you stayed at while on hunts. Hot showers were used sparingly if you were bunking with the Winchesters.

Ah, yes, the Winchester brothers. You had the pleasure of meeting them when you were crashing at Bobby’s. They stumbled through the front door and found you sitting at the kitchen table in nothing but an old oversized t-shirt and shorts that were hidden underneath the shirt and eating cereal.

They were understandably confused when they saw a woman eating at Bobby’s kitchen table, and you noticed the shorter one of the two (even though he still towered over you); his gaze had never left your figure. You practically felt naked under his piercing stare, his forest green eyes flickering between your bare legs, your exposed shoulder, and face. 

Before you could introduce yourself, Bobby came stumbling into the kitchen to see the three of you staring at each other. Bobby grunted and introduced you to Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean, the one who had been staring at you, sent you a charming grin before extending his hand out for you to shake. You took it, feeling the roughness of his palm against yours and how it enveloped your smaller hand. You pulled away before shaking Sam’s. 

From then on, you would run in the Winchesters occasionally, either Bobby sending them your way or vice versa when you guys needed help on hunts. Communication between you and the brothers was scarce since you didn’t want to get attached to them, knowing how this life could turn out for those who did. You weren’t there when Bobby died, having lost contact with them before he did.

You reconnected with the brothers after having been asked by Jody, who you were acquainted with and who had told you Bobby had passed, for some help on a hunt and asked the Winchesters for help. She didn’t know that the three of you knew each other, but it was a pleasant surprise for you when you heard the roar of the Impala pulling into the motel parking lot where you were staying. 

Seeing them was a little awkward at first, but you guys got back into the comfortable rhythm that you once had prior to losing contact with each other. With three heads instead of one, you, Dean, and Sam quickly finished the hunt and went out to the local bar to celebrate. They had filled you in on what had happened with Bobby and everything that happened after that. You were surprised to find out that they had a home base they went back to after they were finished with their hunts. 

You found it a little strange that they called it “The Bunker,” and the whole Men of Letters situation was peculiar, but hey, you knew that Sam and Dean got into a lot of weird shit than the usual hunter. Sam had clocked in early that night, wanting to get some rest, and you and Dean stayed at the bar chatting until they were doing the last calls.

You and Dean had an interesting relationship with one another. Dean made it known from the beginning that he was attracted to you and wanted to sleep with you. He flirted with you constantly and would blush if you would flirt back. But over time, you guys built a tentative friendship with one another before losing contact.

You couldn’t deny the fact that you were attracted to Dean, but you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t sleep with Dean Winchester. Even before you had been introduced to him, you had heard that he was a love em and leave them type. You witnessed it multiple times when you would hunt together. It stung each time you saw the satisfied smirk on Dean’s face the morning after when you guys met at the diner before you parted ways. 

But this time around, you were slightly surprised that Dean hadn’t ditched you for the waitress who kept making eyes at him the entire night, and he drove you back to the motel where the two of you were staying. You didn’t want to stop talking to Dean, so you invited him for a nightcap, which ended up with you waking up the next day with a pounding headache, naked and tucked into Dean’s side as he slept soundly.

You started to panic and curse yourself out in your head. You did the thing that you said you wouldn’t do. As you thought about your next move, staring at him, Dean stirred and woke up to find you staring hard at him. His chuckle broke you out of your reverie, and you sent him a small smile, hiding your internal debate of getting up and deciding to try and to act normal was the best course of action. 

It seemed that Dean was able to see through your strained smile since his eyebrows were furrowed with concern before he raised his hand to your cheek and asked if everything was alright. You were going to lie and say everything was fine, but what actually came out of your mouth was the truth and how you weren’t sure where you stood with him after the night you guys had shared. 

Dean’s expression relaxed, his smile soft as his thumb brushed against the apple of your cheek. He opened his mouth to respond, but warm hands rested on your bare hips, making you tense, and your eyes flew open and broke you out of your trip down memory lane. You quickly turned around to meet green eyes filled with mirth, and sparks of desire scattered through his eyes along with the gold flecks. 

You relaxed as Dean smirked, as his gaze traveled down your naked body before meeting your eyes again. “Expecting someone else, sweetheart?” Dean asked with a cocked head. 

“Yeah, I was expecting Sam.” You quipped as you sent him a sarcastic smile. “How did you know that I told him to meet him here with me?” 

“Not funny.” Dean mocked your sarcastic grin before he scowled. He moved his hands to your waist and pulled you closer to him, your arms winding around his shoulders.

You laughed at the grumpy expression on his face, the sound echoing off of the tiled walls. Dean couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching upward at the sound of your laugh. He loved the sound of your laugh, and it never failed to make him smile or feel better when he was feeling off.   

“Anyway,” You said as you calmed down, “Not that I don’t love seeing you here like this,” You moved your eyebrows up and down as you took in Dean’s naked form, “but why are you in here?” 

“I needed to take a shower and you happened to be in here.” Dean said with innocent eyes as he stared at you, his hands squeezing your waist. 

You squinted at him suspiciously. “Right. Doesn’t explain why you’re in the shower I’m using right now.” 

“Can a guy not take a shower with his girl?”

You scoffed at him. “You and I both know that showers with you never end up being just showers.” 

Dean went to respond, but you cut him off. “Nope, not hearing it. I came in here to shower and not have sex with you.” 

Dean pouted at your words before leaning forward, his nose brushing against yours. 

“What if I said please?” 

“Still a no.” 

Dean groaned loudly, throwing his head back, unintentionally thrusting his hips into your stomach, feeling his erection brush against the skin of your stomach. One of your hands fell from his shoulder and down his chest, making Dean’s head snap back to stare at you. You had a sly smile on your face as your hand slowly trailed down his freckled chest, past his stomach, and lingered on the ‘V’ of his hips, getting dangerously close to his cock. You saw Dean swallow thickly as his breath became labored, waiting for your next move. 

“How about this? You let me finish my shower, and I’ll help out with your not-so-little problem.” You brushed the back of your hand against his erection before grasping it and leaning in and kissing Dean’s neck. 

“Okay?” You asked him after pulling away from his neck. You saw his green eyes blown out with lust as he nodded. 

“Words, honey.” You emphasized your words with a squeeze of your hand around his cock.

Dean let a small groan leave his mouth before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, sounds good.”

You smiled at him before kissing him softly against his plush lips. “Good boy.” You murmured against his lips before pulling away from him altogether. You turned back to face the hot water that was spraying against your back to finish your shower, and you smirked to yourself as you heard Dean’s bare feet hurry against the tile and out of the shower room. 

“Ew, Dean! Why don’t you have a towel?!” You heard Sam exclaim in disgust from the hallway, making you giggle loudly at Sam’s misfortune of seeing his brother naked. 

[verstappen100]

An ongoing Daniel Ricciardo video collection ❤️🍯🦡☀️

adding links to vimeo and youtube finds (under the cut, so it'll update reblogs as I add more links over time!)

hello!! This is definitely not a comprehensive list, mostly filing under things that are just new to me as a more recent fan! it's cool when I stumble upon a vid I haven't seen or one I recognize from a gif set! so I'm adding them in a list of links here in case anyone else is curious ❤️ some are like 30 second commercial spots & others are longer interviews, most so far from 2014-2020 🎥🎤✨

okay allons-y!!

Sourced from Vimeo

not chronologically organized (yet!) so I've just added the upload date atm for a date approximation; have yet to look into all the uploading accounts, too, so there is definitely way more out there to see!

📍Update 01-01-2025:

Btw if you click a link in the tumblr app and it shows a tumblr page saying "There's nothing here" sadly many of the vimeo links are not redirecting correctly atm 😭

the videos are still up and available (thankfully!! and they can be found by searching the titles on vimeo [which are listed for each vid before the upload date part below]) but!! I will be making like a Google doc with all the links, since tumblr insists on adding this redirect bologna and I'm not tech savvy enough to know why its not working hehe 🙃 I'll be back this weekend with a fix and the new link list!

lastly here's the link for DR's brand vimeo which also has the overall site search option at the top for easy access 🔍 not linked but copy-and-pastable into Google or Safari etc: https://vimeo.com/user50821531

thanks y'all!! ❤️

update 01-05-2025 I'm sorry y'all!! I have been fighting a fever all weekend 😭 so I have yet to compile everything, but the Google doc with all the working links will be here asap!! ❤️

definitely starting with the dozens of videos on DR's official brand Vimeo (which has the delightful Sunday Night Flights series of casual post-race recaps) link

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen paint Aston Martins in Hosier Lane - Uploaded on Mar 21, 2018 - link

Daniel Ricciardo - T Magazine Aus BTS spot - Uploaded on Jan 14, 2023 - link

Ricciardo, favorito para el GP de Singapur - Uploaded on Oct 25, 2016 - link

Red Bull - Camper Race BEHIND THE SCENES | Max Verstappen und Daniel Ricciardo - Uploaded on May 29, 2017 - link

Red Bull InFrames - Singapore GP with Daniel Ricciardo - Uploaded on Oct 25, 2017 - link

Daniel Ricciardo drives Renault Clio - Uploaded on Jul 24, 2014 - link (ah the image in the collage above is for the other Clio commercial linked below and vice versa!! I got them mixed up when adding screenshots hehe. Pobody's nerfect)

Daniel Ricciardo | Race Service (parallel parking with some slightly haunting editing) - Uploaded on May 22, 2022 - link

Season Break - Daniel Ricciardo - Uploaded on Jan 30, 2020 - link

Daniel Ricciardo x Hilton - Uploaded on Feb 7, 2023 - link

Optus TVC Daniel Ricciardo - Uploaded on Dec 17, 2024 - link

Fox Sports - I Am Daniel Ricciardo (bananas editing /positive) - Uploaded on Apr 9, 2017 - link

ESPN AUSSIES ABROAD: DANIEL RICCIARDO - LIFE IN THE FAST LANE Opener - Uploaded on Apr 21, 2016 (I have yet to watch the full documentary!) - link

ESPN AUSSIES ABROAD- DANIEL RICCIARDO - LIFE IN THE FAST LANE Preview 2 - Uploaded on Apr 21, 2016 - link

Daniel Ricciardo: Uncut (😳🥴 sorry mind in the gutter, this is a longer interview tho!) - Uploaded on Sep 17, 2017 - link

Daniel Ricciardo Feature - Uploaded on Mar 28, 2018 - link

Renault Clio I Ricciardo I Augusto Gimenez Zapiola - Uploaded on Sep 3, 2020 - link

Sky Sports Ident - F1 - Ricciardo - Uploaded on Jan 5, 2018 - link

PIRELLI: DANIEL RICCIARDO P ZERO WORLD - Uploaded on Aug 12, 2016 - link

C4F1 Daniel Ricciardo Interview Australia 2019 - Uploaded on Mar 20, 2019 - link

Daniel Ricciardo_comp_1005 - Uploaded on Dec 11, 2017 - link

Daniel Ricciardo x Artura - Uploaded on Feb 10, 2021 - link

Daniel Ricciardo drives the Triple Eight Project Sandman V8 Supercar - Uploaded on Mar 16, 2016 - link

Red Bull Racing x PUMA USGP Launch at Austin Speed Shop - Uploaded on Mar 7, 2017 - link

TAG Heuer Aston Martin Red Bull Racing 2018 Global Commercial - Uploaded on Jul 12, 2019 - link

Red Bull : One day in the life of Daniel Ricciardo - Uploaded on Apr 15, 2016 - link

Carsales // Celebrity Drive with Daniel Ricciardo - Uploaded on Aug 1, 2023 - link

On_set_with_Daniel_Ricciardo.mov - Uploaded on Nov 22, 2021 - link

Castrol EDGE Daniel Ricciardo Live on The Edge - Uploaded on Jun 4, 2020 - link

Aston Martin Racing - Daniel Ricciardo vs Darren Turner - Uploaded on Dec 17, 2021 - link

Red Bull Racing Daniel Ricciardo Photoshoot - Behind the scenes - Uploaded on Sep 16, 2020 - link

Dan Ricciardo and Alissa Smith - Silverstone 2018 Interview - Uploaded on Apr 14, 2019 - link

YouTube

omg I have yet to properly dive into YouTube! probs this section will just be as I come across things (Vimeo is much more manageable for perusing)

[2017 F1]日本GP ダニエル・リカルド&マックス・フェルスタッペン トークショー Daniel Ricciardo & Max Verstappen's talk show - 10-08-2017 - link

Added 01-01-2025 - Daniel Ricciardo on Malaysian GP - 09-27-2017 - link

Added 01-02-2025 - Q & A with Tonio Liuzzi and Daniel Ricciardo - 08-31-2011 - link

Added 01-05-2025 - Trackwalk with Daniel Ricciardo, Korea - 10-17-2011 - link

more to come soon!! ❤️ thank you for stopping by!

[bumblekastclips]

Happy Throwing Him Thursday!

KYLE CROUSE: Next question is from @rabbithaver. “In 2018, you wrote IDW Sonic #14, which contained panels of Silver being thrown by the ankle by Metal Sonic. On May 19, 2022, tumblr user @catgirlkirigiri posted those panels with the caption, 'Happy Throwing Him Thursday.' Now, every Thursday, Sonic Tumblr celebrates by partaking in throwing Silver. Each week, participants render their followers' dashboards unusable by reblogging those panels dozens of times in a row. People have drawn fan art. There are multiple videos of people throwing their Silver plushies, including one of him being hurled off a five story balcony. In celebration of the two year anniversary of the first Throwing Him Thursday, would you both please rank Sonic characters based on how far you think you, personally, could throw them?” [TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: The balcony mentioned was seven stories, not five, which is much funnier.]

IAN FLYNN: [in exaggerated horror] Two years?! KYLE: [laughing] IAN: My poor boy has been yeeted for two years?! KYLE: He’s getting yeeted! He’s getting yeeted like crazy! IAN: I feel bad! KYLE: [laughs] IAN: I’m glad folks are enjoying themselves, but… what have I done to the poor boy? KYLE: [still laughing] Ah, well, I mean, the fandom got a— the fandom got attached to it. To be fair, you know. You did it once. [chuckles] IAN: And really, the credit should go to Tracy Yardley and the other artists for rendering it, but hm… KYLE: True, true. [chuckling] IAN: Half-tempted to sneak in a panel somewhere. [as Sonic] “Happy Thursday, Silver!” [as Silver, panicked as he’s being reminded of his trauma] “WHY?!” KYLE: [erupts into laughter, then as Silver] “What is this?!” [laughs] Man, if you made a reference to Throwing Him Thursday, I think the— I think there’s a lot of Tumblr people who would melt down. In a— you know, in a good way. IAN: [chuckling to himself] Shadow just puts him off a— puts him out a window. [as Shadow] “Huh, is it Thursday already?” KYLE: [laughing] Oh, man… IAN: Anyway, characters that we could throw on a Thursday — or any day, really. KYLE: Any day. I could throw— I could throw— I could take Charmy. [chuckles] IAN: Yeah, Charmy, Cheese… KYLE: But then I’d have to contend with not being able to throw Vector and Espio as they murder me. [laughs] IAN: [chuckles, then as Vector] “Nice arm there, Kyle! Wanna see how [unintelligible] it is?” KYLE: [laughs] Oh! IAN: And I imagine Cream, but only because she wants to, like, take off, so she’s already got her ears ready, and you’re like, out in an open field, and it’s like throwing a kite into the air or something. She’s having a grand time, just, “whee!” KYLE: Yeah, she can fly. [chuckles] IAN: Uh… how heavy is Tails, actually? KYLE: Eh, I don’t think Tails is very, uh, heavy, and he’d fly, so… you know IAN: I’m gonna look this up real quick. KYLE: You could throw Froggy a little bit— [stuttering unintelligibly] a little bit far. You know. IAN: [as Big] “Once.” KYLE: Once. [laughs] IAN: Huh! Actually Tails is like, over forty pounds! KYLE: Okay, he’s a… IAN: That’s not really a throw, that’s more of a heft. KYLE: He’s a beefy— he’s a beefy boy then, huh? Wow. [chuckles, then reading chat] I’m being told that Ray was born to be yeeted. [laughs] IAN: [chuckles] You know that’s what he and Mighty do all the time. KYLE: Of course! IAN: It’s kinda like— it’s like with Cream! KYLE: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. IAN: [as Mighty] “Ready, little guy?” [as Ray] “Ready!” Woosh! KYLE: Yeah, pretty much, exactly. IAN: How much does Orbot weigh? KYLE: He’s pretty small, but he’s also a robot, so who knows how dense he is? Uh… IAN: If he even has an official weight… [Googling] Uh, he is— holy crap, he’s over sixty pounds! KYLE: Yeah, I was gonna say, he’s probably real dense. He’s got a lot in him. [chuckles] IAN: [sigh] I could probably pick him up and hmph, but yeah, I ain’t throwin’ that. Goodness. KYLE: The irony is that you’d think Cubot would be the dense one! IAN: [chuckles] Well, now I’m curious, if Orbot is sixty-six point one pounds… KYLE: He would be one really heavy bowling ball, at least. [laughs] IAN: Self-steering, no less. KYLE: Yeah! IAN: [Googling] Oh, wow. Cubot’s, uh, almost eighty-six pounds. KYLE: Oh! He’s dense— he’s even more dense! IAN: He’s a hefty boy! KYLE: [laughs] IAN: So, yeah.

KYLE: Nice. [chuckles] Yes. Ah, yes. [reading chat] Cubot, the honorable— or, Orbot, the honorable Whipple. IAN: [snickers] KYLE: Welcome to the Whipple family. [chuckling] I don’t know if we could really throw any of them? I mean, sure, a giant mech could throw Jewel, as we’ve established previously, but I don’t know if I could. She’s pretty— she’s pretty big for a bug. IAN: Yeah, I… she might need to be hefted, not really thrown. KYLE: Yeah, yeah. You could throw a chao. IAN: Yeah. KYLE: You can throw Marine, maybe. IAN: Well, now I’m curious, uh… Charmy’s like twenty-two pounds. KYLE: Why is he so freakin’ huge? He’s a bee! [laughs] IAN: And I would imagine Jewel’s at least that weight, so… KYLE: Y-yeah…? [stuttering] How heavy are pounds on Sonic’s world?! IAN: [laughs] I mean, you could still maybe throw Charmy, but you’d have to put your back into it. You’d have to, like, limber up first. KYLE: Yeah! IAN: And just because we brought it up, you know, the idea is Cream’s just kinda using this as an excuse to be thrown, but— [Googling] she’s twenty-six pounds. She’s barely heavier than Charmy. What in the world? KYLE: [chuckling] What? What?! IAN: But yeah, I could definitely pick her up over my head and kinda, fwoop, and then she’d flap and she’d fly, and she’d have a fun time. KYLE: Yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah, I think they’re all a bit too heavy. It’s that— it’s that dang Beach Ball Head Syndrome they got going on. [chuckles] Those giant heads, you know?

EPISODE THUMBNAIL by @kiimeranova (lines) and @nintendoni-art (colors)! Exclusive Throwing Him Thursday Variant HERE!

—— TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It’s just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don’t like an answer, you don’t have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It’s all just for fun!

[jeffrey-lionheart]

INTRODUCTION🦁💛

SUBJECT TO CHANGE

BYI (Before You Interact): I am a True Crime account, focused on Jeffrey Dahmer and his ship with Richard Ramirez (CannibalStalker). I also ship Dylric, i.e. Dylan Klebold x Eric Harris, the Columbine shooters; and Lansen. Which is Adam Lanza- the Sandy Hook Shooter- and Dennis Nilsen - the Muswell Hill Murderer.

(I DO NOT CONDONE)

I am a proshipper, comshipper, and darkshipper. If you're an anti, block and move on. Don't waste your energy on me.

I am also pro-paraphilia but anti-contact.

DNI (Do Not Interact): I use the block button freely. I’ll usually use it for accounts that are anti-tcc, anti-shipping, ed focused, or politically focused. If you fall in that category, liking and reblogging is fine, but following is not. Because I won’t follow you back and I will block you instead.

Name: Lionheart

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 19

Gender: Cis female

Orientation: Heteroflexible

Pets: Luna, my cat

Hobbies: Writing, playing video games, (sometimes) reading & drawing

Birthday: Jan 4

Media I Like/Fandoms: 

American Horror Story (AHS)

- Coven

- 1984

- Murder House

- Hotel

Andi Mack

Aphmau-verse

- Minecraft Diaries

- MyStreet

- Phoenix Drop High

The A Song of Ice and Fire Franchise (ASOIAF)

- Fire & Blood (F&B)

- Game of Thrones (GOT) 

- House of the Dragon (HOTD)

Bridgerton

The Big Bang Theory

- Young Sheldon

Class of ‘09

Death Note

Demon Slayer

Dream Daddy: A Dating Simulator (DDADS)

Dune-verse

Euphoria

Eyes Wide Shut

Genshin Impact

God of War

Harry Potter (HP) 

Insatiable 

IT

Killing Stalking (KS)

Miyagi-verse 

- Cobra Kai 

- The Karate Kid Trilogy

My Babysitter’s a Vampire

Mystic Messenger

Ouran High School Host Club (OHSHC)

Riordanverse

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians

- Heroes of Olympus

Riverdale

Scream Queens

Shameless

Skyrim

Stranger Things

Superbad

The Assassin’s Creed Franchise

- Assassin's Creed Origins

- Assassin's Creed Valhalla

- The Ezio Trilogy

The Black Phone (TBP)

The Boys

- Gen V

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

The Monster High franchise

The Scott Pilgrim franchise

The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives

The Umbrella Academy (TUA)

The Vampire Diaries Franchise (TVDU)

- The Vampire Diaries (TVD)

- The Originals (TO)

- Legacies (TL)

The White Lotus

True Crime Community

- Jeffrey Dahmer

- The Columbine Shooters (Eric Harris & Dylan Klebold)

- Adam Lanza

- Dennis Nilsen

- Richard Ramirez

Under the Banner of Heaven

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Wednesday

You

Yuri on Ice!!!

White Chicks

21 Jump Street

Favorites: 

Animal: House cat

Book: ASOIAF series (still reading)

Color: Pink (this acc is yellow & orange themed)

Dessert: Cherry pie

Drink: Ginger ale

Food: Medium rare steak & pepperoni pizza with red pepper flakes

Movie: Superbad

Musical Artist: Michael Jackson

Show: Death Note

Video Game: Assassin’s Creed Origins

I’ve been in TCC since Nov 2024 but have been interested in true crime since 2022, after the Dahmer series came out.

You should also know I’m hornier than a mfer, so if u hate that, beat it. Because I will use this blog for my gooning.

Boundaries: No nudes or random trauma dumping in dms; Don’t be overtly mean. If you're younger than 16, don't flirt with me. (Unless you’re joking)

Other Interests: Fanfic; Fantasy; Genealogy; Genetics; Psychology

[compacflt]

YOU'RE ALIVE??? - my reaction upon seeing your most recent reblog

Anyway, your fic and blog single-handedly kickstarted my U.S. military history obsession <3

im alive!!!! yeah I've been away for a while. it, ah... has not been a grrrreat time to be a military historian or a Big Fan of military propaganda pieces like Top Gun for the last year or so...

lmfao I just saw that the second trump admin plans to haul up all the commanders in charge of the Afghanistan withdrawal (which HE negotiated btw) in front of congress with the plan to charge them all with TREASON per the UCMJ (good fucking luck dude)

but um in my timeline... that includes navy secretary 2021-2022 tom iceman kazansky, bro... so in case you're wondering what these characters are up to in the present day apparently the answer is "getting investigated for treason." sorry to bring down the mood. my happy ending's a little sour now.

mostly I've been insanely busy. I graduate university in may & have to have a journalism capstone, an English research thesis (my paper on military commanding officers in fiction inspired by my top gun fics tbh) and a creative writing capstone (novel) done by march. plus job applications, work for the place where im currently freelancing, apartment hunting... so im a wee bit crunched lately.

some minor updates for anyone who still cares: I am, extremely slowly, still editing WWGATTAI & the other stories. I've finished a complete overhaul of the Carole-dies chapter, chapter 7, but have yet to post it because I'd like to sync a logistical change in the story across the other pieces. and I'm mostly done with a COMPLETE overhaul of chapter 6 (aka "the nineties" chapter where ice & mav move in together & build their family) which goes into much more detail about how... emotionally and logistically... they could pull that off. + a lot more baseball stuff + the Clinton sex scandal. which leaves just chapter 10 left to do. ugh, my least favorite, which is why im putting it off... and then debriefing etc. which won't take as long because I don't honestly care about debriefing at all and I just have very minor changes to make to it. slider doesn't need editing and idgaf about the other pieces.

once I finish with the edits, which will happen eventually I swear because more than anything I just want to hold the updated edited final thing in my hands the way I did with the first draft, I'll upload my pdf (with meta analysis and notes that go back to mid-2022) for u guys to do with as you wish

also for the m:i doubleheaders I am planning on editing my m:i fic pre-m:i8 next year and pending ilsa life status will write much much more

[zhongrin]

“oh, hi.” (alternatively, “oh. ugh.”)

◇ characters ◇ (no romantic pairing) kaveh, al haitham, xiao, zhongli, diluc, kaeya, tighnari, cyno, itto, shinobu, ayato, ayaka, collei, amber

◇ tags ◇ no pairing, crack mostly

◇ a/n ◇ lmao this prompt hit me so i just had to write something about it okay?

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

you know how when a character gets added to a team, a voiceline triggers? wouldn't it be fun to have a game mechanic where, depending on who’s in your current party, whoever gets added gets special voice lines about that person?

all prompts will be in this format: “x → y” which essentially means “when x joins and y is in the party”. e.g. when kaveh joins and al haitham is in the party.

kaveh → al haitham

“ugh, not this guy! our aesthetics are ruined now! ruined, i tell you!”

“really? him?? not to be rude, but… you have bad taste.”

al haitham -> kaveh

“tsk. it's useless to say this, but... don’t pull the team down now.”

“an unwise decision. given our fighting styles, there is no need for him to be in the team.”

xiao -> zhongli

“it is my honor.”

“wh- mora- ahem. well... this is… unexpected.”

zhongli -> xiao

“at ease.”

“ah, now this is quite nostalgic.” *chuckles*

diluc -> kaeya

“try not to get in my way.”

“aren’t the knights quite busy these days? why don’t you run along and do your knightly duties now?”

kaeya -> diluc

“to think this day would come once again, huh, big brother?”

“what’s with that look, 'luc? it’s not like i’m skipping out on work~”

tighnari -> cyno

“a wise decision.”

“forewarning, if he makes one more joke, i am leaving the team. or burying him alive.”

cyno -> tighnari

“why did the fox cross the road? to catch up with the chicken… get it?”

“ah, a rare fox sighting outside gandharva village. today’s going to be a good day.”

itto -> shinobu

“yo shinobu!! whooo-hoo!!! things are gonna get crazy in here!!”

“owowowowow- hey why’re you pulling my ears already- i wasn’t getting the traveler in trouble, i swear!”

shinobu -> itto

“ah… is this why you called me in? very well.”

“boss, try not to cause too much trouble, alright?”

ayato -> ayaka

“oh? well hello, dear sister.”

“a family outing? how delightful. now this is definitely worth taking a break for.”

ayaka -> ayato

“huh?! b-brother, what are you doing here? i thought you were busy!”

“ahem. good day, big brother. i am just hanging out with a friend, is all.”

collei -> amber

“a-amber?! it’s been so long! uhm- uh- i-i have so many things i wanted to talk about with you!!”

amber -> collei

“oh my gosh, collei! hi!! you grew up so much!! i’m so glad to see that you’re doing well!”

itto -> cyno

“oh. my. god. cyno? the legendary cyno?? the master of tcg, cyno??? yooooo!!! my bro, my man, my dude, duel me!!”

cyno -> itto

“arataki…. itto…….? my apologies. am i supposed to know who you are? you don’t look like a criminal at all.”

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[enigma-the-mysterious]

Ah yes, the age old question

No voting and forgetting. Reblog and explain your answer in the tags >:)

[buddhamethods]

10 BL Characters I Want Carnally

AKA I'm just a person with two keen eyes and dubious morals when it comes to enjoying media so don't take it seriously, I'm here for a good time.

Thank you @sndrys for tagging me! This was an eye opening experience putting this together. As it turns out I might have a type (ew).

1) Guy from Bake Me Please (2023)

The sole reason for me creating this list! Look, I dropped Bake Me Please almost immediately because it just wasn't for me BUT I've been lowkey watching through my dash. And let me tell you, my fingers gain consciousness and hit reblog everytime this baby's face pops up because...well...LOOK AT HIM. He is beautiful and he should get the guy (hehe get it) in the end idc.

2) Yok from Not Me (2021)

Yok is such a beloved character and for good reason! He is sexy, he is gay, he sets buildings on fire and steals cops' wallets on accident because HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT GUY HE WAS STALKING WAS A COP??? I love you Yok, never change.

3) Palm from Never Let Me Go/ OurSkyy2 (2022-23)

The anger I felt for all the injustice and mistreatment our beautiful Palm had to face in this show took literal years off my life. It's rare for me to get this passionately protective over a character and yet here we are, in the Palm Protection Squad headquarters. Even Nueng is on the watchlist!

4) Tonhon from Tonhon Chonlatee (2020)

Not to out myself as an enjoyer of silly goofy times , but I did have fun watching Fish Upon The Sky and Secret Crush On You, so OFCOURSE I thought I would like this one too but GOD was it rough. Did I still finish it? Yes. Did I fawn over PoddKhao pairing and have been quietly praying for some kind of reunion ever since? Also yes. Was I foaming at the mouth barking everytime Tonhon AKA Podd was on my screen? I'm not gonna comment without lawyer present.

5) Tew from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)

Speaking of Tonhon Chonlatee...AH! Ai Long Nhai (TC's spiritual prequel of sorts) was sure...something. And by something I mean I saw Meen and decided I will never speak ill of men ever again, feminism quite literally left my body. And then a year later My Dear Gangster Oppa came out and guess what??! MEEN IS THE GANGSTER OPPA! Dreams really do come true, kids.

6) Wen from Moonlight Chicken (2023)

(or Tian from ATOATS or Mueang Nan fron FUTS). Mix...I will eat you. Always so dewy and healthy and sparkly-eyed. But Wen from Moonlight Chicken is something out of the realm of my imagination. The sex appeal? The maturity?? The gentleness??!! Somebody sedate me before I say something I will not be able to justify in court.

7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)

He is a pretty bisexual who makes the most abhorrent stupid decisions known to men and then weeps and suffers for them WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED? Once again, is the show flawless or even remotely coherent? Absolutely not. That being said Vee brought me so much joy by being stupid I'm forever grateful.

(also YinWar are so back GO WATCH JACK AND JOKER TRAILER)

8) Prapai from Love In The Air (2022)

To a certain extent I've enjoyed every MAME show I've watched. To do that you need to possess the rare ability called "I abandoned every shred of moral integrity to gawk at hot men". And Prapai? MAN is this bitch hot. Tall dark handsome? Check! Bisexual on a bike? Check! Stubborn and annoying? CHECK!

9) Xiang Hao Ting from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)

*incoherent wailing and sobbing* IM NOT EXPLAINING SHIT ABOUT HIM LEAVE ME ALONE

10) AlanJeff from Pit Babe (2023)

My newest obsession! I refuse to separate our local senior citizen and his favorite prophetic mechanic. Both of them are hot as shit in their own way. Alan is a sexy dilf with so much weight and responsibility on his shoulders it's a miracle he retained his optimism and youthful awkwardness. And Jeff is a prickly baby-cow-baby-deer eyed baby that is so touch starved it's actually a little funny. SO I GUESS ALANJEFF SANDWICH IT IS.

(don't be shy tag yourselves besties <3)

[julesthequirky]

Beautiful Trauma - A Soldier Boy Miniseries: Chapter 3

Beautiful Trauma

Pairings: F!Reader x Ben/Soldier Boy

Summary: The reader is the real widower of Ben/Soldier Boy and loved their life together before the incident. In 1983 she took Compound V, so she could be with Ben forever, but in 1984 her life crashes to the ground, and she’s stuck in a world without him. In 2022 a knock at the door changes her life, and when she’s told that Ben is alive she hopes that there can be a forever after all.

Chapter Warnings: Antiquated views, smut (fingering, male receiving oral), typical SB misogyny, language, SB lewdness, mentions of drug usage.

A/N: Reader has traditional gender values that are antiquated today. I am also aware of how sucky the smut is (or at least I think it is).

Chapter W/C: 3142

This work is unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine. If you like it, heart, and reblog it. All feedback is gold. Minors DNI.

Driving home, Ben passed your crashed car and snorted a laugh.

“Typical female driver, I bet.”

“That was me.” You fessed.

He gave you a quick look before returning his focus to the road.

“I didn’t know you could drive.”

“I had to adapt.”

“Adapt? I fucking hope you didn’t adapt too much. From what I’ve seen, broads today are way too liberated. They’re all fucking promiscuous, wearing scraps. Fucking sluts. Well, I say it’s their own fault if they get into trouble. That’ll put ‘em in their place and teach them to close their goddamn legs. These days they’re too busy scissoring each other and fucking bitching about shit that doesn’t concern them.” Ben ranted.

You kept quiet, hoping and praying he wouldn’t get too riled up. You’d learnt from past experiences that it was best to shut up and listen when he went off like that.

“But not my gal, eh,” He squeezed your thigh and smiled in your direction. “You’re still keepin’ it classy. Gonna show ‘em how it’s done, aren’t you.”

You sent a perplexed look his way. “You want me to—”

“I want you to fuckin show them how to be a woman. Lead by example. Set the trend or whatever.”

Oh.

“What the fuck. Music’s gone to shit.” Disgusted, he jabbed the button to change the station.

You hmmed, distracted by Ben’s hand on your thigh. Tingles raced to your core, and your cunt spasmed in response. Eyes cast down, you were transfixed. Everything about this man was attractive, and his hand was no exception. Heat flushed over you as moisture gathered between your legs.

“Woman, stop eyeing my hand unless you want my fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.”

At his lewdness, your cunt gave a devastating clench, and your toes curled in their sneakers. Your hands gripped the seat and squeezed. Hot and flushed, the heat continued to rise, as did his hand on your leg. Reaching the apex, he prized them apart. Deft fingers stroked at your clothed cunt.

“Ah, fuck. Ben.”

Your head fell back against the seat headrest. Your pussy throbbed for his touch, and warmth spread outward from your needy cunt.

“Fuck, I can drive one-handed.”

Ben slipped his hand into your leggings and panties. Your breath faltered when his large callous fingers touched your slick folds.

“Fucking soaked.”

His fingers dipped before retreating, teasing you. His game achieved a whimpering mess.

“Please, Ben.”

“Such a needy whore.”

The pad of his thumb struck your clit, and you jerked in your seat. You needed his fingers, and as if he’d read your mind, Ben slid into your heated channel. You welcomed the delicious stretch, feeling the pulse in your veins match the one in your core.

His fingers curled, pressing a particular patch of tissue and sending you careening over the edge.

“Oh God, oh fuck, Ben!” You gripped his shoulder, and your palm slapped the steamed window.

Your cunt spasmed around his fingers as he continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm.

“Missed this tight pussy.”

Your legs spread a little wider, allowing him more access, and he speared into you, knuckle deep.

The car veered a little on the road, but Ben righted it as an oncoming car blasted their horn at him.

“Yeah, you too, cunt!!” Ben yelled at the other driver, zooming past them.

Your husband continued his ministrations as he yelled, his thumb circling your clit. Shuddering, you bared down, wanting, needing another release.

“Patience.”

He slowed his strokes, punishing and tormenting you. Looking down and seeing the outline of his fist had you drenched.

“Please, Ben. I need—I need your fingers. I wanna cum.”

“Bet you want more than that. Bet you want my tongue lashing your pretty little clit.”

Images assaulted your mind as he stroked. Of Ben lifting your leg over his shoulder. Of his beard scruff scratching your sensitive inner thigh and of Ben’s head in between your legs, lapping at your pussy.

“Yes.” You gasped and spasmed around his fingers.

“I wanna stuff my cock in this tight cunt.”

Ben was the king of lewd, and your cunt clenched hard around his fingers as his crude words had their desired effect.

“Fuck my fingers.”

Desperate for release, you complied, and your hips ground down, seeking stimulation and getting pleasure in return. Ben curled his fingers, and your strokes became body shaking and pussy trembling. The all-too-familiar warmth in your belly building.

“Faster, woman.”

You pumped your hips quicker, cunt squeezing with Ben meeting your thrusts. Sweat glistened, and your pulse thundered in your ears as the heat continued to build, the coil tightening. Ben struck your clit with the heel of his hand, and the band snapped.

Your hand squeezed his bicep, and your other hand gripped the car handle. You gushed all over his hand, screaming his name.

“Fuck me, woman, forgot you could do that.” He withdrew his hand and sucked them clean, causing a fluttering in your pussy.

No vibrator had ever come to make you orgasm like that. Not even close. Nothing could replace Ben. He returned his hand to the steering wheel, and you sat soaked and sated for the rest of the drive home.

*

Once Ben stepped into the apartment, everything righted itself. And you could see the stack of dishes and the laundry pile you hadn’t done. Shame filled you that you hadn’t been completing your duties.

“Fuck, what a shithole.” Ben grunted and placed his shield down. When he pulled up outside, he couldn’t believe that you still lived here. But this was home. Full of memories of your life together.

He sighed, headed for the bedroom and stripped down. Maybe Ben would move you both out into more appealing accommodation. A house in the country. With tons of land. Your thought strayed to kids and to Heather. It wasn’t fair that she had missed out. Would it be a betrayal if you had more? Ben wouldn’t think so.

You followed him and, after changing, slipped into bed beside him. After decades of sleeping alone, you craved his warmth, scooting closer to him, and he pulled you against his chest. He was the big spoon, and he loved it.

He smoothed back your hair, petting it. His tender actions ignited a drowsiness you hadn’t felt in decades. Your hand sought his, and your fingers intertwined. He kissed your head, and you murmured a “Love you, Ben” to him.

Before succumbing to sleep, you heard his soft whisper in your ear. “Love you too, baby.”

*

“That’s it, girl. Fuck. Gonna blow my load.” Ben grunted as his hips jerked up.

You hoped so because you were on your way to passing out. You’d lost the stamina and durability for these sessions. Your eyes streamed, and spit dribbled out, as the head of his cock nudged the back of your throat again. But his fist in your hair spurred you on, and the pain in your scalp signalled you were on the right track.

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked. Ben hissed in a breath, and you tasted the first salty drops of pre-cum on your tongue.

Your jaw ached, as did the muscles all over your body as they strained to relax. Your knees hurt as the cheap carpet did nothing in the way of padding. You gripped his hips, going nose-deep, and Ben’s body trembled.

“We’re back, hoss.” Butcher’s cockney accent called as the door opened.

Fuck. Ben’s tight fist in your hair forced you to stay, and Butcher’s heavy footsteps in your hallway instilled a sense of urgency into you, so you sucked harder. Finally, his hips stuttered, and he gave a guttural cry, and his warm jizz painted your throat. Mouth full, you had no other option but to swallow.

“Good girl.”

After sucking him clean, Ben pulled you off, and you collapsed back, gasping like a fish as Hughie and Butcher entered the living area. Hughie muttered a “shit” and avoided his gaze whilst Ben tucked himself away. Ben tilted his head at you, smiling like a charmer.

“Don’t mind her. She’s a real cock gobbler.”

Butcher eyed you. “You got a bit of uh,” he said, tapping one side of his chin, “Right there.”

Shit. Your finger swiped the bead of cum from the corner of your mouth, and your eyes darted to Ben. He made no sound, but his look confirmed nothing had changed. You licked the cum off your finger and swallowed the remaining drop.

“Love it when you choke on my cock. Now, go sort yourself out. We’ve got guests.” Ben said, tapping your cheek and standing.

“Christ.” Hughie whispered.

*

Cleaned up, you walked in to see Ben at the kitchen table, surrounded by clutter, with white powder on his nose and chin. Old habits die hard, you guessed. Seeing you, Ben dragged his hand down his face, wiping away the excess powder. Butcher’s white carrier bag had its contents spilt all over the table. Hughie and Butcher sat opposite him.

“What do you want, boys? Coffee, beer?”

“Tea, if you got it.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Hughie said, avoiding eye contact.

“Nonsense. It’s what she’s here for. That and other things.” Ben winked at the boys. He slapped your ass as you walked by to get to the counter.

“We don’t have tea. We’ve got coffee, though, and there’s beer in the fridge.”

“Coffee, then, luv. Hughie?”

“Oh, no. I’m good, thanks though.”

You replaced the old filter with a new one in the pot and added fresh grounds.

“Won’t be long.” You informed them as you pulled mugs out of the cupboard.

Your hands hesitated on Ben’s mug. The NY Giants print had faded, and the cup had gotten incredibly dusty from years of unuse. But it was a slice of normality. Your normality. Holding his mug brought memories of all the mornings you had together as a family. A lump in your throat formed, and the sting of tears threatened to brim.

Cradling his mug, you carried it to the sink and lovingly washed the dust off. You rinsed it numerous times so his coffee wouldn’t taste like dish soap.

A hand tugged your shirt, and you pivoted with the dripping-wet mug in hand.

“Don’t get misty-eyed now, woman. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, but enduring forty years without you was hell. Every part of it.

Ben stood, tugging you, and he wrapped his arms around you. The fuzz of his beard scraped against your jaw, and his warm breath fanned across the shell of your ear as he whispered low, only for you to hear.

“I’ll make up for all those years you’ve missed. Gonna stuff you so full of my babies, you’ll be popping them out for months on end.”

“Ben!” You smacked his arm playfully.

He laughed and swatted your ass. You smiled and shook your head. Same old Ben. Thank God. Grabbing a tea towel, you dried his mug and placed it on the counter beside yours. The coffee finished brewing, so you poured Ben’s first. Black. Sugarless. Just how he liked it. You passed him the mug, giving him a kiss on his forehead.

“Hughie, you sure you don’t want anything. It won’t be a problem, honestly.”

“Uh, sure. Just a coffee, then. Milk and two sugars. Thanks.”

“Coming right up.”

You grabbed Hughie a mug and poured the coffee, adding the sugars and milk for everyone’s preferred taste.

“Now, you forgot to tell me how you liked it, but if you need anything, lemme know.”

“That’s fine, fanks.”

Hughie muttered thanks as you set his coffee before him, still unable to look you in the eye.

With your beverage, you joined them. Sipping your coffee in a state of contentment, you enjoyed the moment. Ben squeezed your thigh, and you sent him a dopey, loved-up smile.

“Do you mind giving us a few minutes? To talk shop.”

The contentment drained away.

“Is it because I’m a woman?”

Voices filled the kitchen, talking over each other, but it was Ben’s deadpan “yes” your ears attuned to.

“No offence. But you wouldn’t understand the perplexities of—”

“I understand the perplexities well, thank you very much.”

Ben sighed. “Woman, don’t argue with me.”

“Well, I know when I’m not wanted.” You sniffed, scraping your chair back. “And for your information, I intend on making Vought pay for what they did.”

“Not to be funny, luv, but now Soldier Boy’s back, you’re a wanted woman. They know who you are, and if you fink, they won’t go after you. You’re sadly mistaken.” Butcher stated.

Four decades had almost passed. Surely, he was wrong.

“Met these idiots at the lab. Almost got hit by fuckin laser eyes—” Ben started, jerking a thumb at Butcher.

“Wait, you guys are Supes!” You couldn’t hide your shock, and your anger flared. “After all the shit you gave me, but you decided to keep that to yourselves!” You stood, shaking in your rage.

“Slight miscommunication, luv. We ain’t Supes either. We took temp V, nasty stuff, but very effective for a limi’ed time.”

With one hand, Ben yanked you down to your seat. “Wives just pissed the V didn’t work for her. Still a touchy subject, apparently.”

The familiar ticking of a Geiger counter started. Hughie looked at it and then exchanged a glance with Butcher.

The anger within you strengthened, building in your chest. You huffed in breaths, fighting to contain yourself, pulse quickening, fists clenched. Heart and head pounding, blood rushing, and an intense heat flushed through your body.

“It was supposed to be our forever. I took it for you, Ben. For us. And Vought destroyed everything!”

With Ben by your side, bringing in the money, your life was supposed to be bliss, babies and bake sales. America’s Finest and his homemaker.

A golden glow emitted from your chest, and the counter spiked.

“Oh shit!”

Butcher grabbed Hughie, and they legged it for the door, shouting behind them at Ben to contain the nuke. The nuke?

“Ben?”

Your brows furrowed as you watched the glowing emanate from your chest. This wasn’t your power. It was Ben’s. So why was it happening to you?

“You gotta calm down.”

But you couldn’t. The anger hurt. And it needed to be released.

The glow in your chest brightened, and like last night, Ben’s instincts kicked in, and he pushed the table away, sending it careening into the wall, smashing it to pieces. He picked up his shield and pulled you into his embrace, crouching with you in his hold.

“Ben?”

“Don’t let go.”

The heat in your chest expanded until it could no longer contain itself. The light exploded, and the blast knocked you both off your feet. Buffeting against Ben, he held you as the cataclysmic eruption blasted out the walls and floors of the building. Your ears rang as shockwaves ran from your body. Falling, you scrambled to hold on to Ben, but he grabbed hold of you. As he hauled you up, his shield connected with your head and knocked you out cold. In his arms, Ben protected you as together you crashed through the floors of the crumbling apartment. He landed on his back, mushrooming a dirt cloud into the air. His shield protected you as the apartment collapsed.

*

You came around to Ben, tapping you lightly on the cheek and his voice calling your name. Opening your eyes, his worried expression being the first thing you saw.

“Baby, oh God. Scared me half to death.” He closed his eyes and mumbled something. Then, he cradled your face and kissed your forehead.

Around you, sirens blared, people cried, and the cacophony of New York sounds bled into one.

Your head pounded, and your mouth felt like it had swallowed cotton balls. Nausea swirled in your stomach like a nasty storm brewing.

“Ben, I don’t – I didn’t….”

He hushed you and kissed your lips. “It’s not your fault.”

He warned you not to look as he scooped you up, but you failed to heed his words. The building you’d lived in for over forty years and called home now had a gaping wound. Rubble and debris littered the sidewalk. Cars, broken and flaming, lay in the road as if a child had been playing. Smoke plumed into the sky, and a fire raged in the centre of the building. EMS were on the scene, fire trucks and people were gathered.

Oh, God. All those people. Dead. Your chest heaved. All those casualties. Caused by you.

“Close your damn eyes.”

“Ben. Those peop— I ki—” You gulped in breaths, unable to stop.

“Put your face against my shoulder.��

You did as he instructed, placing your hand over his chest. The fierce beat of his heart under your palm eased your panic. Your breaths slowed, but your mind raced with what you’d just done. How had it happened?

“Weren’t the V a dud?”

“It was. Though not entirely. I’m perpetually stuck at thirty,” you said, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

“Then what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know. But it’s not the first strange thing to happen.”

His body tensed momentarily and then relaxed. “Go on.”

“When Payback barged in, Crimson sicked TNT and Mindstorm on me, but their powers failed.”

Ben paused and put you down. Looking around, he dragged you into a nearby alley, resting a hand on your shoulder. “What do you mean?”

You wrung your hands together. “Honestly, the night’s hazy. I was stoned outta my mind. Maybe they didn’t use their powers, and I thought they had?”

Ben hmmed, nodding and nudged his shield to your hand. “Hold this for a second.”

You eyed it, perplexed.

“Are you mad? That’s six hundred pounds!!”

“Just do it, woman.”

“Fine,” You snapped, yanking the shield from his hand. “But if I get hurt, I’m blaming you.”

Ben smirked. “You were saying?”

The shield gripped in your hand had a good weight, and the shock of this discovery had your eyes widening and gasping.

“Bash me with it.”

Your head jerked up at his request. “What, no!”

“Do it and put some force into it.”

You shook your head. “Ben, no. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Not likely. Come on. Imagine I’m Cuntess.”

You smiled. “You’re too gorgeous.”

He rolled his eyes in impatience. “Woman.” He warned.

You pulled your arm back and shoved the shield into him with all your might. Ben sailed into the wall, crashing into an apartment and wrecked the place.

The six-hundred-pound shield dropped, barely missing your toe, and you jumped out of the way as it fell in your direction. The metal clanged, ringing out loud, and onlookers stared.

Holy shit.

Tags: @spnfamily-j2

[soshiharin]

forever and then some

summary: in which harin and dongwook get married

set: 18 november 2022

word count: 7.3k

warnings: swearing, mention of food

an: literally who allowed this to get so long??? this exhausted me, so enjoy! words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

harin’s masterlist

Harin woke up to the sounds of Dongwook’s muttered speech. She pushed the blankets off her shoulders, seeing him sitting on one of the chairs in front of the mounted TV and fireplace.

“Lee Dongwook,” she called out, drawing his attention as she pushed herself up against the headboard, “don’t tell me you’re just now writing your vows,” she teased, hoping to ease the tension in her husband-to-be’s shoulders. Something she was successful in, watching as his shoulders shook with laughter.

“Yah, I’m not writing my vows,” he told her, waving the piece of paper in his hand. Harin cocked her eyebrow at him in response. “I’m going over it, making sure it’s perfect.”

“Baby, whatever you say, I will want to listen.” Getting out of bed, she padded over to her fiancé, sitting in his lap. “We’re getting married today,” she voiced, framing his face with her hands. “That in and of itself is exciting. You don’t have to write some complicated vow, I already told you this.”

“I want to, though,” he said. “I only get one chance to marry you, I want my vows to be…”

“Perfect?” She guessed, chuckling. “What do you have so far?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m not showing you my vows. You’ll just have to wait until later, Mrs Jang.”

“Miss Jang,” she corrected, removing her hands from his face. “You don’t get to call me Mrs until later.”

“And before I can call you Mrs, I need to make sure my vows are amazing.”

Rolling her eyes endearingly, she chuckled. “Baby. We are getting married today. If you stress yourself out about these vows, you’re not going to enjoy the wedding. Besides we’re only getting at, like, two pm. You have time to fix it,” she pointed out.

Dongwook looked at her. “How are you so calm right now?”

She shrugged. “I’m oddly calm when I need to be anxious and oddly anxious when I need to be calm.”

“I also want to be calm right now,” he complained. “I’m panicking so much. It’s worse than when I did my first acting job.”

“Aigo, Dongwook.” She pouted at her fiancé. “Eotteohge? Are you even going to make it down the aisle?”

He chuckled. “You’re not really helping.”

“How should I help?” She asked, settling against his chest.

He smiled as he thought of something. “You can sing for me,” he said, smiling bigger when Harin groaned. “What? You don’t want to?”

“You know my voice sucks in the morning. I just woke up.”

“I like your voice. All the time. And it would really help me calm down,” he bargained.

She sighed. “What song?”

“You’re really going to sing? You never agree to it.”

“Say the song before I change my mind.”

Dongwook chuckled. “Okay, okay. Um…” He looked around the room as he thought. “Ah! That one.” He started humming A Sunday Kind of Love. “The one you always sing.”

Harin smiled softly before she started singing for Dongwook. He brushed her hair out of her face as he listened, admiring her voice.

“And you say your voice sounds bad in the morning,” he said with a scoff when she finished singing a verse of the song.

She playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She stood up, stretching her body out. “I have to go wash,” she said, “and you need to make breakfast for the dogs.”

Dongwook sighed, also standing up. “Right.” He gathered all of his papers and went to put them on his bedside table. He walked to where Harin was standing in front of the TV. ��Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she replied. She leaned forward to kiss him, but was deterred by him taking a step back. “What is going on?”

“Our mothers have asked that we don’t kiss until the ceremony,” he told her, making sure to maintain distance between them.

Harin gaped at her fiance. “Why?”

“They read an article–”

“Fucking hell.”

“–and couples said that when they didn’t kiss until their ceremony, it felt more special.”

She sighed. “Okay,” she said, turning around to go to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

Harin looked at him over her shoulder. “I’m going to wash.”

Dongwook’s mouth floundered open and shut a few times. “Just like that? You’re not going to fight me on it?”

“No.” She walked around the bed, going behind the wall facing the bed. The wall facing the bed allowed the bathroom to be hidden with single access from the right, serving as support for the long, stone trough sink and the mirror, located at the back.

“The one time she chooses to listen to her mom,” he mumbled as he left the room to give their dogs breakfast.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” Harin asked, taking a bite of the breakfast Dongwook made for the two of them.

They had both washed and were downstairs eating in their informal dining area in their kitchen, their dogs resting on the bumped-out window seat to the right of them.

Dongwook hummed as he took a sip of his coffee. “I’m going to take the dogs to a care centre, get my hair trimmed, go with our dads to pick up the rings and finish working on my vows,” he said, Harin nodding as she listened. “Then I’m going to the venue and getting my hair styled there after I put on my suit. What are you doing?”

“Going to a spa with our mothers, doing my nails, going on a forced walk, going to the venue, changing into my dress, getting my hair and makeup done and then waiting for everyone to arrive,” she listed off, finishing with a sigh.

“We’re both busy,” he commented.

Within ten minutes of them finishing their food and moving to the family room off the side of the kitchen to wait for their parents, they heard a knock on the door. Their dogs — Cucumber and Poppins — rushed to the door alongside the couple.

“Hi,” Harin greeted when Dongwook had opened the double door, watching as Poppins attempted to jump on her mom. She bent down to pick up the dog, stepping to the side to let everyone in.

“Your house is so beautiful!” Dongwook’s mom, Doosoon, complimented as her son closed the door. They were the first guests Harin and Dongwook had after moving into their house.

The couple led their parents out of their parents, past the first floor landing and into the formal living room. Harin went to pour everyone a glass of water, giving Poppins to her mom before she left, as Dongwook made small talk with everyone. When she returned, she put the tray with the glasses on the coffee table, sitting down next to her fiancé.

“How are you feeling? Are you nervous?” Harin’s dad, Siwoo, asked.

“I’m more excited than nervous,” Harin answered, “but oppa’s nervous.”

Dongwook, who had just picked up Cucumber to place her on his lap, looked up at Harin. “I’m not nervous.”

“Yah, it’s okay if you’re nervous,” his dad, comforted, waving his hand dismissively. “I was also nervous on my wedding day — we both were. Just have fun.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Your house is so beautiful!” Doosoon complimented again, looking at the building they were sitting in. “Who built it?”

“I’m not sure who exactly built it,” Harin began to answer, “but it was designed by a Spanish architect, that’s why it has a Mediterranean feel to it. He designed three houses like this in Korea — we happened to get the one in Seoul — and he apparently spent a long time looking for plots of land to build the houses because he wanted to have space for the backyard.”

“Is the backyard big?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Wow,” she softly exclaimed.

“Eomeoni, do you want a tour of the house?” Dongwook asked.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to offer,” she joked, causing everyone to chuckle.

The couple proceeded to give their parents a tour of the house. When they got to the backyard, they all exclaimed at just how big it was, Dooson in particular — “I never knew there was a place in Seoul with this much space,” she had said. The exclamations continued when they went upstairs to see all four of the bedrooms. After talking about the future, possible children to fill out all of the rooms — and causing Dongwook and Harin to get shy — they all returned to the family room.

“Should we get off now?” Siwoo asked.

Dongwook’s dad nodded. “Yes, we should.”

The group of people broke into two groups — women and men — so that they could each embark on their different errands. The men took the dogs with them to leave a care centre for the day. The wedding venue, unfortunately, had a strict ‘no pets’ policy.

“It’s very warm today,” Eunkyung, Harin’s mom, commented as she got into the passenger seat of Harin’s car.

Doosoon nodded, entering the backseat. “They chose a good day to get married.” She watched as their children locked the door to the front door. Dongwook stood to the right of Harin, using his hand to block the sun for her. They laughed about something before Dongwook kissed Harin’s cheek, the two of them going to their respective cars.

“Okay, we can go now,” Dongwook said as he started his car.

The couple embarked on their separate errands to prepare for their big day. By half-past eleven, they were both at the wedding venue, changing into their outfits and getting their hair and makeup done. Harin finished first and walked from the dressing room to the bridal waiting room.

When she walked in, Eunkyung gasped in awe as she looked at her daughter. Her hair and makeup had been finished and she was wearing her dress. “Is this why they call you the Nation’s Goddess?”

Harin shook her head endearingly. “I’m going to assume you like it?”

“So much.” Her mother stepped towards her, cupping her cheeks. “You look stunning, darling.”

“Thank you.”

Doosoon entered the room after being in the main hall to check on the decorations. “Almost everything is set up and re– Omo!” She exclaimed, noticing Harin in her dress as Eunkyung stepped back from her daughter. “You’re so pretty!”

Harin smiled in response. “Thank you.”

“Dongwook is a lucky man,” she complimented. “Tell me if he ever does anything to annoy you, okay?”

“Okay, I will.” She promised. Brushing her hands down her dress, she sighed in awe. “I love this dress.”

“You made a really good choice,” Eunkyung said.

Meanwhile, in Dongwook’s dressing room, he had finished putting on his suit.

“Adeul, are you ready?” His dad asked.

Dongwook opened the door, exiting the changing booth in his room. “I’m done.”

Siwoo groaned in approval, “That’s a very nice suit!”

“Thank you, jangeuneoreun,” he said, using the formal honorific for father-in-law.

“Ay, that’s too formal–” Siwoo waved his hand dismissively– “just call me jangin,” he suggested.

Dongwook nodded. “Okay.” He toyed with the lapels on his suit. “I’m so nervous,” he breathed out.

His dad stepped forward, patting his shoulder. “It’s okay to be nervous. It’s good to be nervous.

“I’m a wreck. And I have to go over my vows.”

“No, you don’t,” Siwoo disagreed. “What you showed us earlier is more than fine.”

“But you know Harin,” he argued softly, reaching for his vows that were on one of the coffee tables. “She’s going to write something so exceptional. I should at least make mine half as good.”

“She’s a songwriter, you’re not,” his dad deadpanned, Dongwook flashing him an unimpressed look.

Siwoo nodded in agreement. “Harin’s been writing poetically for most of her life. She’s practised and honed her craft. It’s obvious that this will come naturally to her. Don’t stress about it too much,” he told Dongwook.

Dongwook nodded, looking down at the vows in his hand. “Okay… Okay. I’m good. I–I’m good.” He placed the vows back on the table.

“Your shoulders look awfully tense, though,” Harin commented, standing in the doorway. She watched as the three men turned to face her, shocked to hear her voice.

Siwoo gasped softly. “You look beautiful, Harper.”

“Thanks, dad.” She walked to her father, giving him a hug. “Do you like the dress?”

“It’s totally your style. It’s stunning.”

She smiled at him before turning to her fiancé. “You look great,” she complimented him.

Dongwook, who was staring at Harin, struggled to respond, coughing up a response when his dad hit his back, “T– Uh, thank you.”

She winked at him, looking over his shoulder at his dad. “I was thinking of going with oppa to look at the hall, if that’s okay? I heard the setup was almost done.”

Dongwook’s dad nodded. “You guys can go ahead.

Harin turned to walk out of the room, not checking to see if Dongwook was following her. As she walked out of the room and into the hallway, she could hear his footsteps behind her, a smirk appearing on her face. They walked in silence to the hall, both gasping at the decor. Everything had been set up and all of the staff had already left the room.

“I told you not to doubt the potential of me and Pinterest,” she bragged softly. Most of the wedding decor had been decided by Harin — with input from Dongwook, of course — and she had created a Pinterest board to organise all of their ideas.

Dongwook walked onto the aisle, holding out a hand to Harin, who looked at him confusedly. He led her to the middle of the aisle, wrapping his arms around her. He started swaying, singing Love you thousand times softly in her ear. Harin smiled, placing her head in the junction where his neck met his shoulder.

They stayed like that, swaying softly, as Dongwook kept singing. When he had finished singing the chorus for the eighth time, he pulled back to look at Harin.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too,” she replied. He leaned in to kiss her, but was stopped by Harin holding his face in her hand. “Not until the ceremony,” she reminded him, her right eyebrow quirking up.

He groaned behind her hand. “We need to limit their internet access,” he muttered in mock anger.

Harin laughed, stepping out of his hold and releasing his face. “You can’t stop them. Even if you take their phones, they’ll find a way.”

“That’s true… There’s nothing we can do. There’s nothing we can do about it, and we just have to accept it.”

Harin nodded before quickly pecking his cheek and turning around, walking away. “I’m going to my waiting room. I’ll see you later.”

Dongwook jogged to catch up with her, holding her elbow. “I didn’t tell you this yet, but you look gorgeous.”

“I could tell that’s what you thought.”

The first guests — Seungheon and Yeonseok — arrived at 13:24. They were greeted by Dongwook and both sets of parents at the entrance to the floor. Their wedding was taking place on the top floor — the one that offered the most privacy.

“Ah, Dongwook-ah!” Yeonseok exclaimed upon seeing his labelmate.

“I thought this was all a prank,” Seungheon said. “I thought it was a lie.”

“As we arrived, hyung turned to me and asked, ‘Dongwook wouldn’t go to such lengths just to trick us, right?’” Yeonseok added, making everyone laugh.

“I wouldn’t go through all of this trouble just to prank you,” Dongwook assured them, waving them off.

“You mean it?” Seungheon asked, pretending to still be sceptical. “I can’t hear any voices from inside. Why are we the only ones here?”

“Because you arrived first!” He softly exclaimed, laughing.

”So this isn’t fake?”

“It’s not, it’s not. Harinnie will tell you.”

“If Harin’s here, then it’s not fake,” Yeonseok said. “She wouldn’t spend this much money on a prank.”

“That’s true,” Seungheon agreed. “Okay, I believe you.”

The two men walked off, following the hallway, until they reached Harin’s bridal room. They found the actress sitting on the couch, doing something on her phone.

“If you could just confirm for us,” Seungheon began as he and Yeonseok walked in — startling Harin, who looked up from her phone, “that this isn’t a prank, we’d appreciate it.”

Harin stood up to greet them. “Why would I spend this much money on a prank?”

Yeonseok snapped his fingers. “That’s what I said!”

The three continued to talk for a short while before having the photographer take their photo. The two actors walked into the wedding hall shortly after, and Harin went back to being busy on her phone.

A few minutes had passed before Harin heard footsteps coming in her direction.

“Harin!” Taeyeon squealed. She entered the waiting room, holding flowers in her hands. Behind her were Sunny and Seohyun.

“My sweeties!” She responded, putting her phone down and standing up.

Seohyun rushed to Harin’s side, giving her a tight hug. “Unnie, you look so pretty!” She complimented.

“Really? That’s a relief, I spent a lot of money on my look,” she joked.

Taeyeon gave her member the flowers she brought. “Our Visual Goddess always looks good,” she said.

“Are we at the age to be getting married already?” Sunny wondered aloud after hugging Harin. “Didn’t we debut yesterday?”

“Unnie, time flies when you have fun,” Seohyun pointed out.

Taeyeon nodded. “That’s right.”

“Where are the other unnies?” Seohyun asked, taking her phone out of her bag.

At that moment, Sooyoung peeked her head around the curtain of the waiting room. “I’m here,” she announced, holding a gift bag in her hand.

Tiffany pushed past her member. “Get out of the way, oh my god.” She squealed when she saw Harin. “Yoona, hurry up!” She called over her shoulder.

Yoona appeared a few seconds later. “You guys left me in the car,” she complained. “I hadn’t even stopped the car before you left.”

“We were in a rush,” Sooyoung told her. “It’s not everyday one of us gets married.”

“It’s the first time one of us got married,” Seohyun pointed out.

“That makes it even more special,” Tiffany added. She squealed once more, taking hold of Harin’s hands. “I love your dress!”

“And the gloves.” Taeyeon pointed at the lace garment.

“Yeoksi, our fashionista is gorgeous.”

“You know you wouldn’t have met him without me?” Sunny asked her member as she sat down on the couch.

“I know, I know,” Harin said to humour her member. To say Sunny was the only reason she met Dongwook was an exaggeration, but she knew her member was only teasing.

“I’m like Cupid,” she bragged.

“Find me someone,” Taeyeon jokingly whined. “I also want someone, cupid-nim.”

“Who wants what?” Yuri asked, walking in with Hyoyeon. She gasped when she saw her member in her wedding dress. “Gorgeous, gorgeous!” She complimented, snapping her fingers.

“Are you a goddess?” Hyoyeon asked Harin. “Why do you look so good?”

As the members talked amongst themselves, they didn’t notice the photographer taking candid pictures of them.

“Who do you think is going to cry first?” Yoona asked.

Sunny thought for a second. “Hyoyeon, Yuri, Yoona or Seohyun,” she answered.

Yoona looked at her older member in shock. “Why me?”

“Yah, you’re basically Harin’s child,” Sooyoung said.

“Your mom’s getting married,” Tiffany added, causing Yoona to roll her eyes.

Harin laughed. “If you guys don’t cry now or when I walk down the aisle, you’re most definitely going to cry when you sing,” she told them.

“I can’t argue with that,” Hyoyeon agreed. “We’re going to be like, ‘Geudaewa bareul matchumyeo geotgo,’” she sang the chorus, pretending to sniffle and cry.

“That’s right.”

“Are you ready to take your picture?” The photographer asked.

“Ah, yes,” Taeyeon answered.

The members sorted their poses for the photo out: Harin in the middle on the couch, Sunny, and Tiffany on her right and Taeyeon, and Hyoyeon on her left. Sooyoung, Yoona, Yuri and Seohyun were standing behind the couch. They all smiled for the pictures.

“And before we forget, we got you a gift,” Sooyoung told Harin. She passed Harin the gift bag she was holding as Harin sighed.

“If I open it, I’m really going to cry,” she complained, staring at the bag.

“It’s a good thing you’re a pretty crier,” Hyoyeon commented, making everyone laugh.

Harin opened the bag, seeing a book inside. She took the book outside of the bag as Taeyeon took the bag from her. The cover of the book read To Our Harin. When Harin opened the book, she was met with a picture of her and Taeyeon from their debut days. The next page had a more recent photo, and the page next to that one had a letter that Taeyeon had written to her. Harin skimmed over the book — not wanting to read it all now — and saw that that was the case for each of her members. The last three pages had an old group photo of them, a recent photo of them and a letter all of the members had written together.

“You guys…” Harin trailed off, closing the book as she teared up. “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Tiffany said, also tearing up.

A bunch of the members started sniffling as they got emotional. Seohyun pulled out tissues for each of them from her purse so they could dab the corners of their eyes.

“Unnie, you can’t cry now,” Yoona warned, “your makeup is too pretty.

“Then you shouldn’t have given me this present!” Harin complained, trying to fight her tears. “It’s your fault!”

The members pulled themselves together and finished taking their photos before entering the hall. After that, there was an influx of all the other guests. Dongwook and Harin had both agreed on not having a big wedding, wanting to keep it small and intimate, so they agreed on inviting twenty people each — twenty of their closest friends and family. Dongwook greeted the guests when they arrived and Harin greeted them before they entered the hall.

By the time there was five minutes until the wedding was scheduled to start, all of the guests had arrived and were seated. Soft piano music played as everyone talked amongst themselves. When the time for the wedding to start arrived, the music quieted down and Jaesuk went to the podium.

“Hello, everyone. I’m today’s MC, Yoo Jaesuk,” he greeted from a pulpit to the side of the altar. “We’re about to start the ceremony. On behalf of the couple and their parents, I would like to thank each and every one of you for being here today.” He moved from the podium, bowed to the guests, then moved back. “Now, the mothers of the couple will light the candles,” he announced.

Both Dongwook and Harin’s mothers entered the hall, walking down the aisle until they reached the altar. They then separated, Dongwook’s mom going left and Harin’s going right until they reached their candle lighting stations. They both picked up the lighters that were provided and lit up the candles before walking to the front of the aisle, bowing and separating to their respective sides of the hall.

“I request everyone to turn their attention to the parade of the wedding entourage. Let’s please welcome the luckiest man!”

Everyone’s heads turned as Dongwook stood at the foot of the aisle. He walked down the aisle as My only love started playing through the speakers, waving at everyone as he walked. Once he reached the altar, he bowed to Jaesuk before turning around and bowing to the guests. He then moved to stand where he was motioned to by a staff member, fidgeting with his suit as he waited for Harin.

“We just welcomed the tall and good looking groom here. Now, let’s welcome the most beautiful bride,” Jaesuk announced.

Everyone turned once more as Harin and her dad stood at the foot of the aisle. They walked down the aisle as You make me happy started playing through the speakers, Siwoo glancing at his daughter every so often. Once they reached Dongwook, who had finally stopped fidgeting, Siwoo let go of Harin’s hand and hugged his almost son-in-law. Breaking apart, he moved to sit next to his wife.

“You look pretty,” Dongwook whispered, taking Harin’s hand.

“You’ve already seen me today,” Harin whispered back as he led her to the top of the altar.

“And you continue to look pretty,” he said, gently letting go of her hand once they were in position.

“Welcome family and friends,” Jaesuk. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin. This is not the beginning of a new relationship but an acknowledgment of the next chapter in their lives together. Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin have spent years getting to know each other, and we now bear witness to what their relationship has become. Today, they will affirm this bond formally and publicly.”

“Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin will mark their transition as a couple not only by celebrating the love between themselves, but by also celebrating the love between all of us — including the love of their parents, siblings, extended family, and best friends. Without that love, today would be far less joyous. The bride and groom have each prepared vows that they will read now.”

Harin cleared her throat, accepting the microphone and velvet vow book that was handed to her. “The first time I said ‘I love you’, your eyes sparkled as your face broke into one of the sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen. It was in that moment that I finally understood what my dad meant when he said that true magic lives in those three words.”

Dongwook exhaled, feeling his eyes grow wet as Harin continued speaking. “My love, what I have found with you is the great love I always hoped existed. I have adored every single version of you that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing and I promise I will continue to love every single future version of you that you choose to become.”

At that point, Harin was no longer reading from the book, but instead reciting as she stared at Dongwook. “I will love you my whole life. You and no other. I will give you strength when you are weak, and give you comfort when you are sad. I will be with you until the end of time. Let’s live a happy life together, and grow old together,” she finished, handing the microphone and vow book to Dongwook.

“I should’ve gone first,” Dongwook complained, causing everyone to laugh. “If I could give you some things, it would be the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Only then will you realise just how special you are to me. I would give you my heart so that you know how much I love you, from every heartbeat there will be a melody calling your name. I would give you my ears so that you could hear your voice every morning. Even though you say that you sound the worst after just waking up, it’s when your voice is at its most gentle and soft.”

He took a deep breath. “You’re not a one-in-a-million woman, you’re a once-in-my-lifetime type of woman,” he said, causing everyone to gasp at his smooth words. “That was good, right?” He asked, everyone laughing at how cocky he sounded. “I will cherish and adore you for years and years, until you are a constant in my memory. You give being in love a whole new meaning, my heart is in your hands. I love you,” he finished, quoting lyrics from Right here forever.

The guests clapped as Dongwook handed off the vow book and the microphone.

Jaesuk exclaimed into the microphone. “Such sweet words from the couple. I didn’t know Dongwook could be that poetic, but he surprised me,” he joked. “And now, “Lee Dongwook, do you take Jang Harin as your wife? Do you promise to honour, love, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others, and holding onto her forever more?”

“I do,” Dongwook said, not breaking his eye contact with Harin.

“And do you, Jang Harin, take Lee Dongwook as your husband? Do you promise to honour, love, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others, and holding onto her forever more?”

“I do,” Harin answered.

“Lee Dongwook and Jang Harin will now exchange rings as a symbol of love and commitment to each other. Your wedding ring is a circle — a symbol of love never ending,” the officiant said as Dongwook’s father brought them their rings. “Lee Dongwook, please place the ring on Jang Harin’s left hand and repeat after me.” He said the vow, pausing every so often to let Dongwook repeat after him, repeating the process with Harin.

“To make your relationship work,” Jaesuk began, “will take love. Continue to date each other. Take time to show each other that your love and marriage grows stronger with time. It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication to stay open to one another — and to learn and grow together.”

He exhaled, looking at the couple, who only had eyes for each other. “And now by the power vested in me, it’s my honour and delight to declare you married. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. Please bow to each other.”

The couple smiled at each other before bowing. Once they had stood upright, Harin waggled her eyebrow at Dongwook.

“Now, we will have two congratulatory songs,” Jaesuk announced. “I know many people are expecting it to be Nam Changhee-ssi,” he joked, making everyone laugh, “but it is actually K.Will-ssi.”

Hyungsoo walked up onto the side of the podium from Dongwook’s side of the hall, accepting a microphone that was handed to him. “Honestly, I forgot that Dongwook and Harin were dating,” he admitted, everyone laughing at his confession, “so when I received my invitation, I was a bit confused. I immediately called Sangbum–” he pointed into the crowd at the actor– “and asked him what was going on, and he reminded me that they were in a relationship. Yeah, that’s my story. Um, I was asked by Dongwook to sing a song, so I decided to sing Love Blossom. It’s a very good song that I think fits this couple.”

He cleared his throat, waiting for the instrumental for Love Blossom to play. He started singing the song as Dongwook put his arm around Harin — who had begun to feel emotional —, the couple swaying along to the music. As Hyungsoo sang, he would occasionally point at the couple or signal to the crowd to cheer. When the song finished, he bowed to the couple.

“Have a prosperous marriage,” he said.

“Thank you,” Dongwook said as he and Harin walked to hug Hyungsoo. They returned back to their position as Jaesuk started speaking again.

“Now, there will be another congratulatory song,” he announced. “Contrary to popular belief, it is not IU who will be singing, but instead Girls’ Generation.”

Harin’s members walked onto the podium from her side of the hall, accepting the microphones that were handed to them.

“Just as I predicted, Harinnie is the first member to get married,” Yuri joked. Harin wetly chuckled along with everyone in the hall. “Now, we’re going to sing a song. Um, it may sound weird without our harmony leader–” she gestured at Harin– “but we’ll try to sound good. Um, we all wish you happiness.”

She toyed with her hair, trying to stop herself from crying. “Can we start now?” She asked her members.

“Yes!” Seohyun responded.

They started dancing as the instrumental to Kissing You played. Harin clapped her hands softly as she listened to her members sing. By the time they got to her part at the end of the bridge, most of the members were in tears.

“Live a happy life!” They shouted when they were done.

Harin and Dongwook went to the members to thank them. Tiffany hugged Harin tightly, the other members joining in before remembering that Dongwook was also there.

Jaesuk started talking again as the members went back to their seats, “Now, we’ll have a short break for lunch. Your food will be brought to you, so you don’t need to stand up and go anywhere,” he told them before walking away from the podium.

Dongwook led Harin to their table just in front of the podium on her side of the hall as there was no space on his side. They sat down as staff members entered the hall with trays of food for the guests.

Usually, in Korean weddings, the guests go to a buffet and dish up their food, but when Harin and Dongwook sent out their wedding invitations, there was a section for everybody that was RSVPing to select which foods they would like to eat, so the staff already knew what everyone wanted to eat.

“I’m so hungry,” Harin commented after her food was placed on her table. Besides her breakfast, she had been snacking on dried fruits all day so as not to get full before the ceremony. “Also, I liked your vows.”

“I worked very hard on it,” he bragged nonchalantly, eating his food. “I had a thousand first drafts.”

“You chose a good final version,” she complimented. Looking around the room, she smiled. “We just got married.”

Dongwook reached across the table for her hand. “Yes, we did.”

They continued to eat until everybody had mostly finished, then Dongwook signalled to Jaesuk to continue on with the program. After mock complaining, Jaesuk stood up to resume his MC duties.

“Okay, everyone,” he started, “now we will enter the second last section of today’s program: speeches. We’ll first hear a speech from Harin’s namdongsaeng, Hajoon!”

Hajoon walked onto the podium, touching his sister’s shoulder as he passed her. He accepted the microphone that was handed to him, pulling out his phone so he could read his speech. “Hello, everyone. I’m the brother of the bride. Um, noona… For most, if not all, of my childhood, noona was a role model to me. But since I’m a boy, I always felt this… innate protectiveness when it came to her. She proved time and time again that she didn’t need me over her shoulder doing my best to intimidate people that were twice my size,” he joked, making everyone laugh. “But, yeah, noona was a role model to me. She still is. She’s someone that continuously drops everything for me when I ask her to, even though she might have been in the middle of something important.”

He cleared his throat, feeling himself get emotional. “One of my earliest memories is when I had lost my teddy bear — I had had it since I was born — and I was crying, I was screaming… I was letting the whole neighbourhood know that I had lost my teddy bear. And noona was going over maths with appa, but she suddenly stood up from the table, walked to me, held my hand and told me to breathe deeply. She then proceeded to walk me around the house so we could search for the teddy bear together. We ended up finding it under my bed and I was immediately happy, and noona played with me for a while before going back to studying with appa. Four months ago, I found out that noona had picked out that teddy bear for me when she came to visit me in the hospital after I was born,” he revealed, causing everyone to gasp.

“Noona is someone who… I don’t know, she acts like she doesn’t care, but she actually does. When I was in culinary school and was really stressed about an essay I had to do, I would call noona and she’d answer, even if she had to be on stage in a few minutes. And I still call her all the time. I call her when I’m sick, I call her when I’m happy… Hell, I call her to find out how long chicken is good in the freezer, which is ironic because she doesn’t know how to cook and I’m a chef.” He paused as everyone laughed. “Um, noona has been there for me whenever I needed her and I’m glad she’s found someone to be there for her whenever she needs it. She doesn’t like it when people hover over her and observe her every move, but she’s going to have to get used to it because Dongwook mehhyung watches her like a hawk. I don’t really have much else to say other than I love you, noona, and I’m always wishing you the best, and I hope you stay this happy forever,” he finished, passing the microphone off to Jaesuk before walking back to his seat as everyone applauded.

On his way back, Harin stopped him, hugging him tightly as a few tears rolled down her cheeks. “I love you, Hajoon,” she told him before pulling apart and letting him go to his seat.

Jaesuk groaned, impressed at Hajoon’s speech. “That was very sweet, wasn’t it? I just found out that all of the food here was prepared by Hajoon-ssi, which adds to the sweetness, doesn’t it? Now, we’re going to have a speech by Dongwoo’s yeodongsaeng, Seonghee!”

Seonghee walked onto the podium, accepting the microphone that was handed to her. “Hello, I’m Seonghee. Most people aren’t able to say that they have the smartest, most amazing and caring sibling in the world, but oppa… I am so glad that you can say that,” she joked, pausing so everyone could laugh. “You’re really lucky,” she added. “I’m so glad that you decided to give him a second chance and proceeded to make him earn his way into deserving you. Years later, I’m making a speech at your wedding, so… I would like to apologise to oppa for telling unnie that she should make him beg for her to even look in his direction.”

Dongwook looked at Harin in shock, his wife laughing with everyone else. “Did she really say that?”

“She did, she did,” Harin confirmed through her laughter.

“Oppa, I’m truly grateful that you met and chose to spend the rest of your life with someone as incredible as Harin,” Seonghee said, looking at her brother. “I think she makes you the happiest you’ve ever been and I think she pushes you to be a better person.” She shifted her gaze to Harin. “Unnie, I didn’t know you before oppa, so I’m honestly not really sure what he does for you,” she joked, laughing along with everyone. “He could make you worse and I honestly wouldn’t know, but you seem very happy with him. I wish you well, and hope that your married life is good,” she concluded, walking off the podium and giving her microphone to Jaesuk, who was still laughing.

“Yes, that was Seonghee,” he said, trying to calm himself down. “She gave a very comedic speech that made everyone laugh. Now, we’ll take a group photo and after that, you can hang around and talk with the couple or you can go home and enjoy the rest of your day. I would like to call everyone onto the podium.”

Everyone stood up and walked to the podium. Harin and Dongwook were made to stand in the middle, the formation of everyone else was decided by having the shortest people in the front and the taller people in the back. After taking photos, Harin and Dongwook were led to the front of the aisle so they could take a kissing photo.

“Are you excited for this one?” She asked him as they were positioned for the photo.

Dongwook squeezed her hip. “I’m the most excited for this one.”

The photographer gave them the okay to kiss, so they did, the room erupting in cheers. Harin had to put her hand on Dongwook’s chest to softly push him away. He poked at her side, knowing that she was very ticklish. They joined their guests once more to thank them for coming.

“You’re really the prettiest bride,” Seoyeon complimented, hugging Harin.

Harin thanked her. “But with how pretty I am, it’s not hard to be the prettiest.”

“Ah, there you go again,” she groaned. “I have to go now, but congratulations, okay?”

Harin nodded as she watched Seoyeon walk away. A hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned around to see Minho. “Since I’m married now, does that mean we’re not dating anymore?” She asked, joking about their long-time rumoured relationship.

“It’s about time we break up,” he joked. “The relationship has been dying out.”

“Right, right. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, noona. Kibum said to tell you that he loves your dress.”

“As he should.”

They continued to talk before he had to go to a schedule, not before taking a selfie together. Harin spent another twenty minutes talking to guests — her EDAM labelmates, Eunjung, her managers, Kwangsoo, Doyeon, Goeun and more. The last guests that hung back were her members.

“Thank you for coming, my loves,” Harin thanked them. “Especially you, Tiffany, because you’re supposed to be on hiatus at your house.”

“A little health concern could never stop me from missing your wedding!” Tiffany waved her off. “Besides you had me seated near the heater, so I was fine.”

“This was seriously the best wedding I’ve ever been to,” Yoona said.

“We’re very happy for you,” Taeyeon.

Harin smiled. “Thank you. Now I get to fetch my dogs and go home.”

Yuri groaned. “You’re such a homebody.”

“I love that place.”

“Invite me over.”

They all laughed at how eager Sooyoung sounded. They talked some more before the members left — not before taking a few selfies, dried tear streaks visible on their cheeks —, leaving Harin and Dongwook with their families. Dongwook was in a conversation with Dooson and Eunkyung, talking about the ceremony, so Harin went to Hajoon.

“I liked your speech,” she told her brother.

“Thank you, noona. I meant everything I said, you know. About you being my role model and all.”

She groaned. “Don’t get all sappy on me now that I’m married. And remember to take breaks and come visit me once in a while.”

“Of course.” He smiled at his sister. “Right now, though, I need to sleep. For a week.”

“You made everyone’s food by yourself, it’s understandable that you’re tired. Go home. It looks like appa is also tired.” She pointed at their dad, who was walking towards her with an envelope his hands.

“Did you already register your marriage?” He asked, still holding onto the envelope.

“Yes, we did it yesterday,” she told him, eyeing the envelope in his hands. “So, what’s that?”

He looked down at it as if he had forgotten he was holding it. “This is... a little something from your mother, brother and I,” he said, hading it over to Harin. “And before you protest, we wanted to give this to you. It’s your wedding day and this is the least you deserve.”

Harin smiled at her dad and brother. “Thank you.”

The newly formed family then took a few more photos with the photographer before everyone decided to go home. Harin and Dongwook changed out of their dress and suit and into the clothes they were wearing earlier, making sure to take all of the gifts they received. They then took their separate cars home — Dongwook’s parents went home with Seonghee, and Harin’s parents went home with Hajoon —, Harin went to fetch Poppins and Cucumber as Dongwook went to pick up some takeout for them.

By the time the couple had both returned home, put their things away, and plopped down on their couch, they were exhausted. It had been a busy day for the both of them and they just needed to rest. They watched their dogs run around the family room, playing together.

“How are you Mrs. Jang?” Dongwook asked.

Harin sighed contently. “I feel great, darling.”

an: their slow dance moment was inspired by this. also idk much about dongwook’s family so i just kinda went based off of different articles. you can send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist 💐

tagging: @moongrlz

©️ jang harin

[harfblarf]

“Help my Cat” Scam Going Around

Have you received an ask in your inbox from an account that previously wasn’t following you, pleading for a signal boost on their vet-related post? I got one today, but something felt fishy. Or perhaps “phishy” is more accurate?

Here’s the ask:

Now a couple odd things right off the bat. This is a blog I’ve never seen or interacted with, who wasn’t following me prior to sending the ask, so I immediately wondered how they pulled my name to ask for help. And while the world in general is a shitshow, so I can sort of see why a person would default to saying it “isn’t the best time to ask for help”, they say it with such confidence without knowing me at all.

Odder still, from their posts-- which at least do look extremely normal and human-like, down to the mishapocalypse profile picture-- we don’t share any interests aside from... well. Cats.

The other odd thing is them specifically requesting I reply privately, through DM or a private answer. I wouldn’t think much of it except they’re already asking me to publicly share something on my blog; if I’m going to answer the ask, why can’t I do so publicly?

I scroll through their blog some more. Their pinned post is, indeed, asking for help with their cat:

Weirdly, though, an earlier version of this post uses a completely different name for the cat??

This is bizarre to me and my red flags are pinging louder. Maybe it’s innocuous, though, I mean, it could just be a nickname or something? Why would you change it though?

Also, the post’s ratio is weird-- 101 reblogs to 44 likes. I suppose not too shocking if they’re doing this use-an-ask-to-get-a-boost tactic widely, but the ratio is pretty extreme. I check the notes. Every single reblog with tags has some variation on ‘boost’ or ‘signal boost’; there are no comments. No one has mentioned knowing this person, no one has vouched for the legitimacy of the post... but two mention that they were asked to boost the post.

*EDIT: Per a polite anon, I will clarify that signal boost/boost tags themselves aren't a red flag; what bothered me was that the post's ONLY interaction history came from boosts from seeming strangers. An active fandom blog, active enough to think posting a plea for financial help might get traction, SHOULD have at least one or two mutuals or friends who are willing to push the post and vouch for its legitimacy. Because the only engagement was from people who had clearly been approached via ask, like me, I got the heebie jeebies.

Okay, I’m doubtful enough that I’m not comfortable boosting this post myself. But let me check one more thing.

I search google for the exact phrasing of the help-requested post.

Ah.

There’s well over a dozen blogs pulled up with this exact phrasing. Most of them use the name “Koppi” instead of either “Ashel” or “Biscuit”, but a few use “Ashel”. The oldest result, from 2016, uses “Ashel”; more commonly, these results are from 2022 or earlier this year and again, most say “Koppi”. Also interesting: basically none of these posts exist anymore. Google can identify the exact wording even beyond what I included in my search query using whatever demonic powers allow it to reference removed content, but they’ve clearly been deleted.

Additionally, which I clarify for those like me who attribute Google’s quirks to demonic powers rather than an actual understanding of how it works: if the dates didn’t make it clear, these aren’t the blogs in the notes of falesyorac’s post. I cross-referenced the names. It’s not pulling up those reblogs, so presumably the majority of these results at one time came from someone who drafted and posted the wording to their blog, not from reblogs.

Maybe it was once a real post, maybe it’s always been a scam, but evidently the content of the post has been stolen and recirculated at this point. Along the way I found this as well, an anon warning someone who must have reblogged a version of the scam post:

So this is at least partly confirmed as a scam from another source.

Please be wary, do your due diligence before you put your money anywhere, and block & report falseyorac. I’m not sure the nature of the falseyorac blog originally; it may have been a real account that got hijacked, it may be a very convincing fake, it may be a real person’s blog who is trying to to leverage their innocuous appearance to pull quick money with a beggar scheme. Regardless, it is evident there is not a genuine Ashel/Biscuit needing help today and that whoever holds the falseyorac account right now is trying to pull a scam.

One more thing-- one of those reblog’s tags I showed earlier.

I also have a tag for reblogs of cats. (It’s “cats”.) I suspect this is where this particular iteration of the scam is pulling its targets from-- after all, people who reblog cats enough to tag them must care about them, right?

Finally, I am tagging the people who reblogged falseyorac’s post with tags (there’s too many for me to do everyone who reblogged it at all) below the readmore-- if I messed up and tagged the wrong person and/or you want your name removed, please just contact me and ask. I want to make sure you can see this warning, but I’m happy to untag you if it bothers you for any reason.

@thislilfecker​ / @koreanbibliophilegirl / @kingminyard / @sss-shyshy / @shoutmonishere / @cleocatrablossy / @mothmansass / @aroanehring / @valkyrie-ellis / @jae-writes-fanfiction / @ninja-chibi / @iambecomeahamburger

(A few people’s names didn’t come up when I tried to tag them, so I wasn’t able to include them here, rip.)

[im-ovulating]

Kinktober Day 7:

(A/n: as far as I'm concerned, it's still October lmao)

Reblogs are appreciated🛐

Hope you enjoy~♥️

Word Count: 306

Summary- All you wanted to do was confess your sins... Too bad you ended up helping commit one of the bigger ones.

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Warnings: Nipple Play, Body Piercings, NonCon, Bakugo call reader "little lamb"

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Corrupted Priest! Bakugo x Fem! Reader

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You yelp as another flick makes its mark against your already puffy nipple. It causes a small 'ting' to ring out in the small booth as the finger collides with the metal bar piercing your rosy buds.

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. This was supposed to be the one place free of all sin -the only truly safe space. Yet here you are: trapped in a confession's booth with a surprisingly buff priest using you for his own enjoyment.

"Ah ah ahh~" he tuts, blonde tufts casting an ominous shadow across his face. "Better quiet down, we don't want anyone to see what a slut you're being -especially in such a Holy place."

White hot shame fills you as his words register. You're in a cathedral for God's sake! You're so embarrassed that the fact that he'd be in even more trouble than you since he's a priest doesn't even cross your mind.

His other hand in occupied down your pants, knuckles deep in your cunt. You can't help the whimper that leaves you with every upstroke of his palm against your clit.

You can't help that even through your "no"s and mortification you can feel yourself hurtling towards your release.

"For someone who keeps blabbering at me to stop, you sure are wet, little lamb..." His condescending voice rings out once again accompanied by that damned smirk.

You try to stop it, you really do. But your body betrays you. Sticky, white cum gushes out of you, coating your assailant's hand.

Your ragged breathing is all you can hear for a minute. It's over- it's finally over.

A breath of relief leaves you. What a mistake that is-

"I hope you didn't think I was done with you, little lamb." There's a predatory glint in his crimson eyes, "We're just getting started."

[cleolinda]

Weekend links

My posts

Thought I had a substantial queue, and then it turned out to mostly be Manul Monday posts scheduled for the next three months. Posting might lag a little while I tag some things. Mostly I’ve just been trying to rest up through Liminal Spacemas, although I did post Dear Diary: Holiday Edition over on Patreon.

Reblogs of interest

“This is a bucket. Anything you don’t want to take with you into 2024, feel free to drop it in the bucket. I will be burning the contents (with Hellfire) at exactly 11:59pm on New Year’s Eve.” No idea what time zone OP is in, so get your 2023 discards in early. 

12/31/23, ah ah ahhhhh

OFFICIAL GÄVLE GOAT FATE

This is, in fact, fine.

“A grad student at NYU, Alía Warsco, has created a free and open-source library of Quechua and Andean-related materials (and other global indigenous resources), called Runakunaq Bibliotecanku (The People’s Library)"

“But from 2022 to 2023, Google has gone to hell. It is almost unusable compared to what it was a year ago.”

Elon wants $1 from new Twitter users. Here, I think, is why he's content (for now) with a nominal fee, and why he'll eventually ask it of every single user.

Medjed the Smiter, Breaker of Fourth Walls

You can guess how the sentence “I honked at the car in front of me” is going to end, but you’ll be wrong

Story time: the selkie sisters

"'average cat owner spends 3 years in prison' factoid actualy just statistical error. average owner spends 0 years in prison. Miette’s mother,"

"Moby Dick’s full name was Morbius Dickenson and he was the best damn whale I ever knew"

Krux the adopted lamp

Space vampires of the 1990s

The year is 2094. The month is Compuary

We must not download goblin men

Video

My favorite video about an obsessed cat

The Sparrow Tarot: The King of Wands

Unrestrained winter fun

The sacred texts

AMERMRICA DOSNOT KNOW THE JOJ OF TETRIES CHOCLAY ORNAGE

Personal tag of the week

Gotta go with #cats again

[frogayyyy]

(unofficial)

I posted 5,365 times in 2023

That's 2,236 more posts than 2022!

345 posts created (6%)

5,020 posts reblogged (94%)

My Top Posts in 2023:

#10

what a sad little life t’pring

670 notes - Feb 28 2023

#9

772 notes - Jul 1 2023

#8

star trek writers in the 60s: these two guys have a deep loving bond that spans their lifetimes and is inherently tied to being queer, not only because of their own personal character arcs but because of the intentional subtext surrounding their relationship and the real life context at the time

star trek writers in the 21st century: two guys being dudes. they hate each other. you can have a little bit of friendship as a treat.

863 notes - Jun 24 2023

#7

maybe if u stopped playing on ur nintendo u would be a better father

1,112 notes - Jan 23 2023

#6

i love that star trek is trending simply because neil gaiman ships spirk

1,262 notes - Oct 9 2023

#5

🫶

1,290 notes - Apr 30 2023

#4

wyd if u go to spock’s quarters and he answers the door like this

1,540 notes - Jun 3 2023

#3

you mean that you ah talkin about biology? that is, to say, the uh reproduction? of... vulcans?

star trek where everything is the same except jim is benoit blanc

1,828 notes - Feb 18 2023

#2

spleep

6,571 notes - Sep 30 2023

My #1 post of 2023

extra special Amok Time Day this year because it’s been 56 years… happy 9th pon farr spock!

16,379 notes - Sep 15 2023

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[airrec]

Thats so epic!! It is always the greatest thing to me when people use my art as backgrounds, profil pics etc!! Also i get your mom, if you swap Emboars palette you get definitely a Techno :D

Ah, good ol' Emboar. I admit that the thought did occur to me, but I just wasn't strong enough (hadn't eaten yet).

And yeah, your c!Techno art that you gifted me during the Techno Gift Exchange back in 2022 was my phone background for over two years; I set it the day I received it/you posted it, so 25th December 2022! I think I mentioned it in the tags during a reblog but I was shadowbanned at the time rip.

I literally only changed it to this one in like the last week or so (got a new phone), and it is yet again Voidpidgeon Technoblade Art (TM). You got a good thing going on here :D