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[evodevo-geekmonkey]

Willow Universe Fics

Far Beneath the Shallow Sea

Status: Completed

Summary: On their way back across the Shattered Sea, the group encounters a terrifying creature that has its eyes set on Jade. But this siren isn't all that she seems and saving Jade will require help from something even stranger.

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 Return to Nockmaar

Status: Completed

Summary: With new information from the now rescued Graydon, the team returns to Nockmaar to search for a possible weapon against the Wyrm. But the cursed castle stirs up old questions for Jade and Kit and holds unseen dangers for all of them.

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If We Get Forever

Status: Completed

Summary: After a fierce battle with the Wyrm’s army, Kit and Jade take a moment to recover and end up thinking of the future. Though keeping the promise they make to each other is not without obstacles, it will ultimately light their way forward through the war and beyond. 

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Middle image credit: Hgstuff

The Other Side of Eternity

Status: Completed

With the Wyrm defeated, our heroes embark on a new quest into Skellin to search for Madmartigan beyond the light. But nothing is as they remember it and the mines may be even more cursed than before.

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Alternate Universe Fics

When You’re Lost in the Darkness, Look for the Light

Status: Completed

Summary: Twenty years after a global mind-altering fungal outbreak plunged the world into chaos, pockets of survivors are still searching for a cure. Kit has spent the last 7 years hidden by the Fireflies in a secret underground lab, her body the key to unlocking a vaccine. Jade is a Firefly, dedicated to making the world a better place alongside what’s left of her family. When scientists on the other side of the continent make a breakthrough with Kit’s blood samples, their lives collide, and they set out on a perilous journey for the future.

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Middle and far right images credit: Hgstuff

Burn it All Down

Status: Completed

Summary: Jade Claymore and Kit Tanthalos have dreamed of becoming firefighters since they were kids. After a year of training behind her mother’s back, Kit is finally ready to join Jade and fulfill their dream together. But shortly before she graduates the pair of them stumble upon a deadly design flaw hidden by Tanthalos Towers, the construction company Kit’s grandmother started and which her mother expects her and her brother Airk to take over.

Lies going back two decades tie Kit and Jade’s families together in a deadly cover-up. As the two of them navigate life as first responders and the flame that’s been kindling between them since they were teenagers, they’re drawn into a conspiracy that may be more dangerous than an inferno.

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Middle image credit: Hgstuff

One Night in October

On their way back from a family visit, a turn of events leaves Kit and Jade stranded in the wild. As night falls and the weather grows colder, the pair soon realize that someone in the woods is hunting them.

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Status: completed

A Snowfall Kind of Love

New in town and searching for answers about her past, Jade goes out for breakfast with her friend Elora- and comes face to face with someone she didn’t expect.

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Status: completed

Image credit: geek-and-nina

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

New Truck » Tyler Owens

Pairings: Husband!Tyler Owens x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tyler buys you a brand new truck after your car gets damaged in a tornado.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

“Where are we going, Ty?” You asked, turning your head towards your husband.

“I’m taking you to look for a new car.” Tyler answers.

You sighed and turned your head towards the window to look out it. Your car got damaged in a tornado a couple weeks ago and it’s not fixable. You know it’s silly to be upset over a car that’s damaged, but you really loved that car. Not more than you love Tyler. He’s the love of your life.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” He asks softly, taking a quick glance at you.

“It’s just-” You paused and sighed. “I had that car since I was 16 and I really loved it before it got damaged in the tornado.” You say.

Tyler reaches a hand over, grabbing onto yours.

“You have to remember that cars are replaceable. People aren’t.” He says, kissing the back of your hand softly.

“I know.” You muttered.

“Now, show me that smile I love.” He says.

You looked at Tyler and gave him a smile. Tyler smiles back, knowing you always smile when he says that. At a red light, he gave you a quick kiss on your lips before focusing back on the road.

“You really loved that shitty car more than me? Your husband. Do I need to be jealous of a car?” Tyler says, pretending to be jealous.

“That car was not shitty. I mean, yes, it got fixed a lot, but I love you more, cowboy.” You say with a smile.

You leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek, making him smile.

“You better love me more than a shitty junker car.” He says teasingly.

“That car wasn’t shitty and a junker!” You say with a pout.

“Sweetheart, that car broke down every three months. It’s time for you to get a new car.” He says.

You opened your mouth, but closed it, knowing that he’s right. You leaned back in the seat with a pout on your face. Tyler chuckled lightly and patted your thigh.

When you guys pulled into the car lot, you sighed to yourself before getting out of the truck. You met Tyler at the front of his truck and walked around the car lot hand in hand, looking at cars.

“Can I help y’all with anything?” A car salesman asks, approaching you and Tyler.

You have the salesman a smile, but didn’t say anything. Tyler wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“My wife’s car got destroyed in a tornado a couple weeks ago and I bought her here to look for something new.” Tyler tells the salesman.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The salesman said. “Is there anything particular you’re looking for, ma’am?” He asks you.

You looked around the lot before answering him. Your eyes quickly found the pickup trucks, specifically the Rams.

“The trucks look pretty cool.” You finally answered.

“What kind of truck are you looking for?” He asks. “We have Chevys, Dodges, Rams, Fords.” He lists off.

“Rams.” You answered. “That’s what my husband has.” You say, looking up at Tyler with love in your eyes.

Tyler smiles down at you. He also knew you would finally give in and get a Ram pickup truck like him. The salesman took you and Tyler to the area where the Ram pick up trucks are.

“Here’s the Ram trucks we have.” The salesman says. “Is there a color you have in mind?” He asks.

Your eyes scanned the trucks. All of them are cool, but the red ones and blue ones caught your eye the most.

“I can’t decide between the red and blue ones.” You say.

“That’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t have to decide right now.” Tyler says.

“I think we’ll come back another time and check them out.” You tell the salesman.

“Sounds good. Have a nice day.” The salesman says before walking away.

You and Tyler walked back to his truck. Tyler being the gentleman he is, opened the passenger’s door for you. You got in the truck and he shut the door. Tyler walked around to the driver’s side of the truck and got in.

“The red and blue trucks caught your eye, darlin’?” Tyler asks, putting his seatbelt on.

“Yes.” You answered, putting your seatbelt on.

“Hmm.” He hums to himself, starting the truck.

Over the past couple of weeks, you’ve been driving Tyler’s truck when you had errands to run. He didn’t go with you, which you find weird. Tyler loves running errands with you. You assumed that he had tornado wrangler stuff to do so you didn’t think much of it.

“Sweetheart, you home?” Tyler asks, walking in the house.

“In the kitchen!” You say.

You were putting the last of the groceries away when Tyler walked in the kitchen.

“I have a surprise for you, honey.” He says, grinning happily.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” He said.

Tyler covered your eyes with a bandanna so you couldn’t see anything.

“What’re you up to, cowboy?” You asked with a giggle.

“You’ll see in a moment.” He says.

Tyler walked you to the front door of the house. He carefully helped you walked down the porch steps to the driveway.

“Take the blindfold off.” Tyler says.

You took the blindfold off to see a brand new Ram pickup truck parked next to Tyler’s truck in the driveway. It was customized in the colors red and blue. A surprised gasp left your lips.

“Tyler, what- how-” You turned to face your husband to see him holding the car keys to the truck.

“Surprise!” He says with a smile.

You squealed excitedly and happily, grabbing the keys from his hand and ran over the truck. You got in the driver’s seat while Tyler got in the passenger’s seat.

“You like it?” Tyler asks.

“I love it!” You said with excitement in your voice.

“Let’s take it for a spin, cowgirl.” He says, putting his seatbelt on.

You smiled widely and put your seatbelt on and started the truck. It started right up with no trouble at all. It took at least three tries to start your old car. It drove smoothly compared to your old car. You were so speechless that you didn’t know what to say. After a few minutes of driving, you pulled over into a random parking, putting your truck in park and shutting it off. You turned to face your husband and gave him a kiss with so much passion that it took yours and his breath away.

“I have the world’s best husband.” You say, leaning your forehead against his and looking in his eyes.

“I better be the world’s best husband for this.” Tyler says, making you giggle.

You kissed him again.

“I got it painted in red and blue for you, because you said you couldn’t decide between the two colors so I got both colors on it for you.” He tells you.

“Does it have those cool things your truck has?” You asked curiously.

“If you’re talking about the spike that goes into the ground during tornados and the metal bars around it, then yes.” He answers.

“Good.” You pecked his lips softly. “My truck is ready to take on tornados with yours.” You say with a smile.

Tyler chuckles and kissed you once more before you two headed home.

“Oh! I have to call Kate and tell her that you bought me a brand new truck!” You said excitedly, getting out of your truck. “I love you so much, Ty. I don’t know how to thank you.” You say, hugging him and kissing him.

“I love you too, darlin’. Your love is more than enough to thank me.” Tyler says softly.

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Glen Powell characters tags: @cevansbaby-dove

[blessedbucky]

based off my own thot because i saw a lack of tentacles in the satosugu/reader tag and took that personally! (i wanted this posted because the brainrot is real right now so apologies if there are any mistakes!)

pairing: satoru/suguru/reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: TENTACLES BABY, so...shibari-ish by proxy?, vaginal, oral, anal, this throuple do be a little fucked up but that's just jjk territory, satoru and reader seeing orders to kill suguru on sight and straight up saying "that sign can't stop me because i can't read!", some jealousy, a mention of exhibition, suguru lowkey being a daddy, i think that's everything

my thanks to @firefly-graphics for the header! i'm tickled pink by it!

I hate you!

There’s a hum, but you’re still not looked at. “Why, my dearest, are you looking at me like that? I don’t think it was me that put you in this situation.” Suguru flips to the next page in his book. His face hasn’t shifted once since this all started. He still wears that same blasé expression, as if he couldn’t be bothered with any of this. “If anything, I’m helping my sweet girl by teaching her a lesson.” Your adrenaline spikes when you watch him raise a hand. “You need to have a stronger backbone, dear…”

Just as you feared, Suguru flicks his fingers. The cursed spirit shifts as it’s commanded to, and the inky black tentacles move deeper. You didn’t even think that was possible! You breathe harshly through your nose as the heavy weight of the tentacle pushes further down your throat. You still gag. Tears blur your vision but it’s not enough for you not to see that Suguru is finally watching you.

Then, Suguru smirks. It’s that shitty, smug one. It’s bait, of course. It always is. That smirk is always followed by something said that’s so egregious that it makes you act up. And, sure enough, “You can’t keep letting our darling Satoru have his way.”

You’re letting him have his way right now, Suguru!

“Ooh, I know that look.” Suguru reaches out. You think that this is it! He’s finally going to touch you! Instead, he lovingly pets at his new favorite cursed spirit. “Let me guess—you think it’s only him that I’m indulging, is that it?” He chuckles at the widening of your eyes. “Aw, that’s cute. You really thought I wouldn’t find out about what you two little perverts are watching and getting off to together.”

Stalker, you think at him as if he can read your mind. Though, with how deep in your guts his curses are, you’d think that he’d be able to do that. Creep. Pervert. It’s not like these things bother you. You’re as half-mad as Satoru. Suguru makes you both so fucking stupid, so you two get home to your apartment, feeling Suguru’s residuals, and think it’s romantic. Right now, you’re just on the verge of breaking down because Suguru won’t touch you.

“I don’t like this attitude,” Suguru remarks. “Satoru is usually the bratty one. Look at how good he’s being right now.”

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! This is bullshit! The only reason he’s being so good right now is because you fucked him stupid, and you know it!

Satoru started this whole thing and he’s getting the praise now?!

In the middle of keeping your face pinned down against the mattress by the back of your neck and snapping his hips against your ass, that bastard had leaned over your back and started whispering in your ear. Let’s drop in on Suguru, hmm? It had been over three months since either of you had seen him. There was always this…unspoken rule that you and Satoru do not interfere in Suguru’s world. But then Satoru said, I hear he hired some bitch to be his assistant. We should totally fuck somewhere that she’ll find us. C’mon, baby, let’s make him pay attention to us.

Alright, yeah, maybe you do need to grow a backbone.

Though…it was really worth it to see that bitch’s face when she walked into Suguru’s office to find your head hanging over the edge of his desk while Satoru ruthlessly pounded into you. It was made all the better when Suguru slammed open the door about thirty minutes later and snapped at her to leave him alone. No matter how close his little cult followers or family get, he’ll only ever be fake smiles with them. And you’re as much a greedy little hedonist as Satoru is, so it’s nearly orgasmic to know that only you and Satoru can see every side of Geto Suguru.

You don’t quite remember what Satoru said when he mouthed off to Suguru. All you remember is that beatific smile of Suguru’s and his sugary sweet voice when he said, I see. I’ve been neglecting my darlings. Let’s go to my room, shall we? If you wanted to see me so badly, I’ll let you see me as much as you want.

Unlike Satoru, you had some sense left for you to nervously think, I’m in danger! Common sense flew out the window when Suguru slid one of those obscenely big hands of his under his yukata to tug it loose, though. You and Satoru followed after him like bitches in heat.

Let you two see him, Suguru definitely has done. You see each other, too. Satoru is the picture definition of lewd right now. You don’t want to imagine what shape you’re in yourself. You’re mirror images. On your knees, kept in the perfect pose by the one tentacle that’s wrapped around your ankles and wrists. It forces your backs to arch, putting your breasts on full display. A tentacle didn’t waste time before it was wrapping around your tits, too. Satoru got tentacles locking around his chest, squeezing so hard as to bring attention to Satoru’s pecs. Sensitive little Satoru started having the suckers of tentacles pluck at his nipples and the strongest sorcerer of the modern age turned into a whimpering mess.

The strongest sorceress of the modern age lost every thought in her head when all her holes got filled. A tentacle down your throat, one of the bigger ones thrusting inside your pussy, and another carefully pushing inside your ass. No prep. Even with the tentacles lubricated with something almost sweet, it burned. That just makes it better. Rough is the default setting when you three have sex. Gentleness only comes when you’ve all burned out that pent-up aggressive energy.

You and Satoru were okay with it, at first. That tentacle monster bursting onto the scene behind Suguru was like a wet dream come true. Hell, you didn’t even complain when Suguru propped himself up against the headboard with a book. None of you are a stranger to some edging.

Then, you and Satoru were two orgasms in, and the tentacles hadn’t budged. Suguru was making no move to do so, either. It’s become clear that Suguru’s affection is a double-edged sword. Suguru will spoil you and Satoru…and will turn right around and mercilessly abuse that gift to punish you both. Because Suguru knows how tactile you and Satoru are. You two crave touch, especially Suguru’s. To be denied it for so long…

Satoru’s lashes are clumped together from his tears. He’s overstimulated, exhausted, and silently begging Suguru with those shining blue eyes to end his suffering. You get pissy, though. The defiance and anger are meant to goad him because even a rough touch is still a touch.

“Ngh!”

Suguru isn’t falling for any of it. He snaps his fingers and the tentacles that he’d forced to stop moving about ten minutes ago start thrusting inside you. Satoru’s shout is muffled by the tentacle he’s been deepthroating. The tentacles go from zero to a hundred, pumping inside you at a pace that you both relish and aren’t ready for. Your eyes roll in the back of your head. Just before you come so hard that you’re convulsing and liquid gushes from your pussy, you feel the splatter of Satoru’s hot come across your thighs.

“Alright. No more playing.” Suguru gets on his knees, shuffling forward. He shoves his pants down in one fluid movement, his thick, massive cock slapping against his abdomen. He grips the base of it, holding it out in Satoru and your direct lines of sight. “Suck me off.” The tentacles in both your mouths slips away, leaving you and Satoru drooling and panting. “If you two can work together and make this real good for me, I’ll come in all your holes. How’s that sound, my loves?”

[ghostofaboy]

Inter-Agency Cooperation

Summary: Jack runs into another agent on a mission and figures out a new way for them both to get what they want.

Pairing: Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels/Javier Peña Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only | Word Count: 2633

Warnings: Frottage, anal sex, public sex, Jack is his own warning

Note: This as not been beta read so I apologize for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay/bi characters. Please make sure you've read the warnings. Header by @beskarandblasters

Of all the places Jack thought he'd find himself today, a dive bar in the middle of butt fuck nowhere watching a cage fight wasn't even on his list. Silly, really, considering all the strange places his Statesman missions took him. All around him, large drunken men in plaid shirts jeered and shouted at the two half naked men in the cage. The entire bar stank of stale beer and sweat, which made Jack long for the heady woody smells of the Statesman barrel room, but he couldn't argue with the view.

In the cage, a massive slapdash metal structure that dominated the center of the rundown establishment, were two young men. Neither could have been older than twenty-five, both striped to the waist in just their jeans, and both covered in blood and sweat. It was the most homoerotic shit Jack had ever seen in such a painfully hetero bar. He had to stifle a laugh whenever he thought about it.

Taking another sip of his shitty beer, Jack glanced over to his mark, only to find him in the exact same spot since the last time he checked. Fast asleep in a corner booth, drooling into his thick, bushy beard. Another quick look around the bar confirmed that no one else was paying either of them any attention; except for one man.

Sat at a table, set off to the corner with a view of Jack, his mark and the cage, was a broody looking motherfucker. Sporting a well-worn leather jacket, a mustache similar to his own and a casual air that oozed practiced confidence, the other man had definitely made him. Everything about this guy said agent, the only question was what kind.

Jack's money was on CIA considering the dealings his sleepy mark was into, but FBI was also a possibility. There was only one way to find out, and considering Jack didn't feel like competing with another agent for the mark, working together was the better option for them both. Eying the other man, Jack could see he was also nursing what passed for beer in this shithole. There was his opening.

Sliding off his barstool, Jack glanced over at the two young men now slumping against each other, gasping for breath, the sweat rolling off them. Swaggering over to the stranger's table, Jack was met with a single raised eyebrow and a tilt of the head.

"Evenin'." Jack tipped his hat, before leaning down slightly closer to the other man. "Enjoyin' the entertainment?"

"Not my usual kind of thing." The other man smirked and Jack could just pick out the hints of a Texan accent. "But when in Rome or whatever."

"I agree." Jack gave a chuckle. "Almost makes up for the terrible beer. Do you mind if I join you?" Jack gestured to the free chair next to the stranger.

The other man didn't respond beyond a small nod, but his eyes watched Jack intently as he slid into the seat. 

“I don’t know about you,” Jack leaned in conspiratorially, “but I usually prefer somethin’ a little stronger. Now, I’m a whiskey man myself. How about you?”

“I’m a cut the bullshit kinda man.” The stranger sat up a little straighter, locking eyes with Jack with a steadiness that could only come from years of experience in the field. “So, why don’t you do us both a favor and tell me who you are and what you want.”

“To the point, I respect that.” Jack nodded. “All right. I’m Agent Jack Daniels, and I’m here keepin’ an eye on that fella over there. Reckon you know who I mean, seein’ as you’ve also got eyes on him. I need him alive as part of an investigation, and I get the feelin’ you do too.”

“You CIA?”

“No.” Jack carefully pulled his fake DIA badge from his jacket, flashing it under the table at the stranger. “You?”

“DEA.” The stranger mimicked Jack, carefully and covertly showing his badge. “Javier Peña. Our guy has links to a new player in the narcotics trade.”

“Indeed he does.” Jack nodded again, glancing around to make sure no one was watching or listening to them. “Amongst other things. Peña, huh? Weren’t you part of the team that took down Escobar?”

Javier shifted in his seat. “That was a long time ago. So what do you want to do? I’m here tonight to see who he meets up with.”

“He ain’t meetin’ up with anyone tonight. He was meant to, but I’ve already made sure that ain’t happenin’.” Jack leaned back in his chair, his eyes drifting over to the cage fighters who were rolling around on the floor trading punches. “The dumb fuck’ll stay here, so I was gonna wait until the mornin’ and tail him back to wherever he’s holed up. You’re welcome to join me.”

Jack watched as Javier’s sharp eyes assessed him thoroughly. Jack could feel those dark eyes taking in every detail of him and knew that on some level Javier wasn’t buying his story. But was it enough for him to leave?

“Fine.” Javier scowled, taking a swig of beer, pulling a face at the taste. “I guess we just wait then.”

“At least there’s a show.” Jack gestured to the cage, scooting his chair back slightly so he was parallel to Javier at the table. “Who’s your money on? The fuckin’ twink blond or the other one?”

“At least that one can grow facial hair.” Javier let out a harsh laugh as he watched the two fighters. 

The crowd was getting impatient now, roaring and booing for the two young men to hurry up and finish. The blond responded by lunging at the darker haired man, who stepped back to avoid the attack. Grabbing hold of each other by the jeans, the two men fell to the floor of the cage again, tussling back and forth, much to the pleasure of the crowd. 

A loud whoop came from one section of the gathered men and as Jack craned his neck to look he could see that the blond had managed to pull down the other man’s jeans, exposing his ass. As the fighters rolled, grabbed and tugged at each other, the jeans worked their way further down until the man’s cock and balls were free. By this point, he was pinned under the blond, who had straddled his back, causing the other man’s legs to kick wildly. The result was a fantastic view of his asshole bared for the crowd, with his heavy dick and balls swinging back and forth. 

Much of the crowd was cheering now, clearly enjoying what they were seeing, as the blond fighter rolled the other man onto his back, yanking his jeans completely off victoriously. Now stark naked, bruised and bloodied, the other fighter slowly climbed to his feet before quickly barrelling into the blond. 

Jack could feel his cock stirring as he watched the younger fighter’s naked body in front of him. He wasn’t alone, and Jack could spot more than a few tented pants in the audience. The blond was grabbing the other fighter’s ass and pulling his cheeks open, giving everyone a good view of a tight puckered hole, and Jack could feel his cheeks heating up as he stared. Pulling his eyes away to grab his hip flask from his belt, Jack’s eye flickered over to Javier. 

The other man was leaning back casually in his chair, giving the impression to anyone that he was completely disinterested in what he was watching. Taking a mouthful of whiskey, Jack let his eyes drift lower, his curiosity getting the better of him, and to Jack’s delight he could see the very obvious outline of an erection in those ridiculously tight jeans.

Holding his flask out to Javier, Jack couldn’t stop himself smirking as the other man jumped slightly, dropping the veneer of coolness for a moment, before taking the flask. Letting his eyes drop back down to the bulge in Javier’s jeans, Jack made sure to let the other man catch him looking as the flask was returned to him. 

“Good show, am I right?” Jack’s voice was a husky whisper as he leaned over to Javier. 

“Uh, sure.” Javier’s cheeks flushed slightly as he glanced around, looking everywhere in the bar except at the two young men glistening with sweat as the naked fighter ripped open the blond’s jeans as he swung him against the cage. His body clattering against the metal, his long cock squashed against the bars.

Jack waiting patiently until Javier’s eyes returned to him before gesturing discreetly at his hard on. “Wanna fuck?”

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Crashing around the back of the bar, lips clumsily found lips as teeth clashed and hands roamed. Slamming Jack up against the wall of the building, Javier’s mouth forcefully met his as the two men grunted and moaned in the cold night.

Venturing his hands lower, Jack cupped Javier’s erection through the denim, making the other man buck into his palm as he forced his tongue past Jack’s lips. It had been a long time since Jack had been with someone so aggressively dominant, and it was going straight to his cock, which strained against its confines.

Tugging open Javier’s fly, Jack reached inside, stroking the hard length, feeling it twitch in his hand as Javier’s finger’s tangled into Jack’s hair under his hat. Freeing his own cock, Jack pulled Javier in closer, bringing their erections together, as he began to steadily pump them with his hands. 

Javier moaned into Jack’s mouth an incomprehensible stream of English and Spanish as he trapped Jack against the wall, pinning him with his body as he rolled his hips in time with Jack’s strokes. But it wasn’t enough. Jack needed more. There was something about this grumpy DEA agent that was filling his head with the most obscene thoughts, and damn it if Jack wasn’t going to try and fulfil some of them.

Pulling his head back slightly to break the frantic kiss, Jack nuzzled against Javier’s jaw as the other man growled and ground against him.

“You wanna fuck me?” Jack panted into Javier’s ear, stopping his hand and pulling it away from their cocks. “I got lube and condoms.”

“Yes.” Was the simple, growled response as Javier took a step back, glancing around as Jack fished a condom out of his jacket.

As Javier busied himself putting it on, Jack quickly unbuckled his belt, pulling his jeans and underwear down to his knees. Reaching behind him, Jack pushed a finger into his ass, hissing at the coldness of the lube, before adding a second finger. Satisfied at the lubrication, Jack handed the tube to Javier, who applied a couple of drops before returning it.

Turning round, Jack steadied himself on the wall with his forearms, planting his feet as far apart as he could and bend over slightly to give Javier access to his ass. He could feel a hand on his bare hip and the tip of Javier’s cock lining up with his entrance before, slowly, Javier began to enter Jack. 

Jack let his head drop down as he bit back a moan as Javier’s thick length steady began to fill him. Inch by inch, Javier sank into Jack's hot waiting hole, both hands now gripping Jack's hips as his cock disappeared into Jack's body. Then, once he was buried to the hilt, Javier paused. Jack could hear him muttering and breathing heavily behind him as Jack adjusted to the size.

"You good?" Javier eventually whispered, one hand idly stroking Jack's exposed skin.

"I'm good." Jack hissed back, his arousal fogging his head. "Gimme all you got."

Jack heard a soft chuckled before Javier began to move. Pulling almost completely out slowly, before suddenly slamming back into Jack's waiting ass. Jack bit back a yelp as Javier began to set a rough, unrelenting pace. Each thrust pounding into Jack, rocking him forward until his cheek was barely touching the cold stone of the building. Javier's hips snapped against him as the obscene sound of flesh against flesh filled the night air. 

But it still wasn't enough. Jack was sure at this pace Javier wasn't going to last long, and given their extremely public locale that might be for the best. But Jack needed more. Arching his back, Jack tilted his hips slightly and sure enough the next time Javier plunged into him a jolt of electricity coursed through Jack. That's what he needed.

Javier seemed to quickly pick up on what Jack wanted, grabbing his hip with one hand and his hair with another to keep Jack in the right position. Then, like a jackhammer, Javier began to brutally fuck Jack. 

Jack's skin prickled with heat as the tension building in him threatened to explode. All he could do was get out shaking moans, and Javier huffed and panted behind him. The pace was becoming more erratic now, with each strike of Javier's hips against his ass, Jack could feel the other man's grip on his control slipping. The hands holding him dug their fingers in deep as Javier's tempo faltered. 

Between his legs, Jack's cock swung with every thrust, adding to the tantalizing anticipation as he got closer and closer to the edge. Then with a grunt and a hard snap of his hips forward, Jack felt Javier come. For a few seconds, he stilled, as Jack felt the cock inside him twitching through its release. Then, without warning, Javier began to pounding into Jack again.

The hand on his hip moved, reaching under to gently pump Jack's cock in time with Javier's thrusts. That was enough.

Like falling off a cliff, Jack came, spilling himself onto the dirt as his trembled in Javier's grip. Shockwaves of ecstasy rocked him as Javier continued to roll his hips, hitting that sweet spot, making Jack's knees buckle.

Jack would have been content to rest there against the wall of the bar, Javier's cock still buried in him, as he allowed the high of his orgasm to ebb away for a little longer. But just as his head began to clear of static, he felt Javier tense behind him, then quickly pull his softening length from Jack's now gaping hole.

"Fuck." Javier hissed. "Someone's coming."

"Dammit." Jack muttered, his words slurring together as he fought to pull his jeans up. 

Voices drifted through the cold night air and Jack watched warily as two men stumbled their way towards a truck, laughing heartily as a third more sober looking friend brought up the rear. Turning back to Javier, who was in the process of disposing of the condom, Jack smirked.

"We're good. You wanna head back inside, or are you up for a second round somewhere a little more private?"

"Fuck." Javier chuckled, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and after offering them to Jack, brought one to his lips and lit it. "Tempting. Very tempting, actually. But we have work to do."

"Ah, that dumb fuck'll still be asleep for a few hours yet." Jack waved a hand, but following as Javier started to make his way back round to the front door of the bar. "How about we wait till this place clears out some, then have round two in the men's room?"

Blowing out a puff of smoke, Javier stopped at the door, looking around thoughtfully. There were only a handful of patrons still in the bar now. As predicted, their mark was still sound asleep where they had left him. The fight was over, with the two young men now redressed and counting their winnings at a table in the corner. Leaning against the doorway, Javier turned back to Jack with a smirk.

"You wanna fuck me this time?"

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i want to write you a song | CL16

PAIRING: charles lecler x singer!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

SYNOPSIS: you share your newest song with charles, a song you had written about him, for him. as he listens, you think back to the memories that inspired each lyric.

WARNINGS: fluff with very minimal hurt/comfort, some french translations

A/N: i feel like this is so shitty, so i apologize to the anons who requested this </3, also HEAVILY inspired by i want to write you a song by one direction so stream it as you listen (if you'd like)

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

“okay, are you ready?” your eyes were wide with excitement as you turned to look at charles, finger hovering over the play button on spotify.

charles adjusted the earbud in his ear, his other hand reaching over to squeeze your own that sat in your lap, “always. i can’t wait to hear it.”

you smiled, “i’m gonna press play, okay?”

charles gave you a wide smile and nodded excitedly, “let’s do this!”

your finger pressed against the play button and the familiar strumming of your guitar began coursing through your ears. charles’ hand tightened against yours again once your voice cut through the instruments.

i wanna write you a song; one as beautiful as you are sweet

you stared up at charles’ face as he slept peacefully, long eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. you couldn’t help but envy his ability to shut his brain off and sleep, for your own was running faster than charles’ bright red ferrari. the longer you stared at charles, the more your thoughts crowded your mind. 

you reached forward and lightly brushed his hair back away from his forehead. god, he was so beautiful–your beautiful muse, who had no idea how much he inspired you with every word and action. 

you pushed yourself up and out of bed, the inspiration running wild within your head. your fingers itched for your songwriting notebook, settling into your spot on the alcove. the ideas flowed from your mind to the blank paper, filling line after line about the way charles made you feel.

with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone

“i miss you,” you frowned at the phone in your hand.

“i miss you more, mon ange,” charles’ voice was soft, “but i’ll see you in two days, okay?”

“but that’s so far away,” you couldn’t help but whine. you knew you were being overdramatic, but you couldn’t help it. 

it was the last race weekend of the triple header, and the race was tomorrow afternoon. after his race, charles would be packing his bags and heading back to monaco to see you again. you had only been able to go with charles to the first weekend, having to stay home for the next two weeks due to your album deadline that was approaching fast.

you watched as charles’ lips curved upwards on your phone screen, “but i’ll be yours for the entirety of the summer break, amour.”

you let out a puff of air, “i hate this.”

“i know, i do too. if your deadline hadn’t been on monday, i would have flown you out instantly.” 

“not if i did it first,” you laid back on the bed, turning to your side and holding the phone up against the pillow, “if i had it my way, i’d have been with you for the entire three weeks.”

“if i had it my way, i’d have every race in monaco so i’d never have to leave home.” 

his words made you smile, “what about the curse?” 

charles chuckled, “mon amour, no curse in the world is strong enough to go against my luckiest charm. you’re undefeated.”

“hm, maybe you should say this after you finally win a home race,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his face dropped.

“that was rude, ange,” charles frowned, “i was trying to be romantic.”

“sorry,” you giggled, “you are very romantic, please continue.”

“no, i don’t think i will now,” charles crossed his arms across his chest. after a beat, he dropped them, “isn’t it late for you?”

you nodded, a yawn escaping your lips, “couldn’t sleep without you. ‘s been like this all two weeks.”

a sigh escaped his lips, “‘m sorry, ange. i promise to give you all the cuddles once i’m back.”

“you better.”

charles watched as your eyes slowly shut, bidding you a goodnight. both your hearts ached at the sound of the call ending, wishing you could have been with the other.

you opened your eyes, gazing at the phone in your hand longingly. you wanted to call him back. you wanted to tell him again how much you missed him, and how the house felt empty without his presence, and how your bed felt so much bigger and colder without him in it. but you refrained, closing your eyes and willing yourself to go to sleep. 

tomorrow, you would fall asleep again and wake up to charles coming home, but for tonight, you’d sleep alone for another night. 

i wanna lend you my coat; one that's as soft as your cheek

you couldn’t help but giggle as you watched charles try to hide his shiver. said brunette narrowed his eyes at you, a pout gracing his pink lips.

“stop laughing at me,” he tugged on the hand that he was holding onto, cold fingers intertwined with your warmer ones, “i’m not cold!”

you let go of his hand, moving both of your hands to cup his red cheeks, “mon ange, your hand has been trembling for the past five minutes. please, just admit you’re cold.”

charles grumbled but made no move to remove your hands from his numb face. you were so warm. 

“‘m not cold, promise,” he mumbled quietly, though his head snuggled into your palms further. in return, you caressed his soft cheeks with your thumb, trying to warm them up.

“so if i pull my hands away right now, you’d be fine with that?”

charles frowned, “no.”

you smirked, “so you are cold!” 

the silence made you laugh loudly. you moved your hands away from charles’ face and turned around. after a beat, you turned your head to look at charles, “well?”

at his confused gaze, you continued, pushing your hands into your coat’s pockets, “are you gonna join or no?”

charles smiled, moving closer to your body and placing his hands into your pockets alongside yours. you held back a flinch at his cold hands, intertwining your fingers and tugging him closer. his back pressed against yours and he sighed happily, nuzzling the rose-tinted tip of his nose against the back of your head. 

“merci,” charles pushed your intertwined hands forward, wrapping his arms around you as best as he could, “though, i have to assure you, i was not cold.”

“of course not.”

so when the world is cold, you will have a hiding place you can go

you had lost your coat.

you had looked everywhere for it. suitcases, bed, closet, laundry. everywhere. you’d even asked your manager if she had seen it anywhere, be it in any of your hotel rooms throughout the tour, or even in the tour bus that had just been returned to the agency. no such luck.

charles could sense your frustration over the video call, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you tear apart your shared bedroom, “amour, why are you destroying our room?”

you huffed, plopping down on the bed, “i can’t find my coat!”

charles’ body tensed, eyes flickering off-screen before instantly landing back on your sulking figure. he cleared his throat, “which coat?”

“the teddy coat! the big one that you always say swallows me whole whenever i wear it,” your pout was adorable, and had charles not have been panicking over the fact that the very coat you were looking for was with him, he would have cooed over how cute you looked.

“ah,” charles scratched the side of his neck, “why do you need it?”

“i don’t know,” you shrugged, “i just wanted to wear it out today. but now, i can’t! because i can’t find it. you know how much i love that coat–hell, even you love that coat, and now i’ve lost it!”

the awkward chuckle that left charles’ mouth made you raise your head. you narrowed your eyes at him, watching as his face became sheepish, “you didn’t.”

charles broke, “i’m sorry!”

“charles! i’ve been looking for it everywhere!”

“i’m sorry! je suis désolé!” he repeated, getting closer to the camera, “i only brought it with me because i knew you couldn’t come to the race this weekend and it’s so cold here.”

“but, char, that’s why you have your coats,” you whined, “not mine!”

“the reason i brought your coat instead of mine,” charles’s cheeks turned a slight pink as he realized he would have to explain himself completely, “was because it smells like you.”

you were so still, charles thought his laptop froze. when he realized you weren’t frozen, he continued, “your coat feels like home. it’s comforting.”

“char,” you started, “you should have told me.”

charles’ cheeks flushed a deeper red and he covered his face with his hands. “no,” his voice was muffled, “it’s so embarrassing.”

“no, it’s not!” you gasped, “mon amour, look at me.”

charles looked at you through his fingers, “i’m looking. mais, s'il vous plaît, ne me regardez pas. je suis embarrassé.” but, please, don’t look at me. i’m embarrassed.

“il n'y a aucune raison d'être embarrassé,” there's nothing to be embarrassed about. you smiled, “i find it very endearing. i just wish i could be there in person instead. ‘m sorry.”

charles’ face appeared from behind his hands, a soft smile planted on his lips, “‘s not something you need to apologize for, mon amour. i understand.”

in the background, you could hear someone calling for charles. your boyfriend gave you a cheeky smile, “wish me luck, ange!”

“well, you’ve got my lucky coat with you, no?”

right before he hung up, charles groaned, “mon dieu, i knew you would tease me!”

and while charles may have known that you’d tease him, he had no idea that carlos was in on it too, sending you pictures of the monégasque wrapped up in your big teddy coat, fast asleep with his arms wrapped around himself.

i wanna build you a boat; one as strong as you are free. so any time you think that your heart is gonna sink, you know it won't

another sunday, another race that went to shit. 

charles flopped onto the bed in his driver room, angry with the way his race had gone. the first race you had joined him for in weeks, and he just had to go and crash his car into the wall. god, you must think he was the worst driver on the grid.

charles pushed the heels of his palms against his eyes, willing himself to not shed tears. he knew you’d be knocking on his door soon enough, and he didn’t want to seem weak in front of you. he felt his heart sink at the thought of facing you. why couldn’t this race have just gone well?

like he predicted, a knock sounded from behind his closed door, your voice lightly calling out his name.

“come in,” charles cursed himself for his shaky voice.

stepping inside the room, you felt your heart crack at the sight of your boyfriend. you couldn’t see his face, but his ears were red and his chest was moving at a rapid pace. you closed the door behind you, making your way to the ferrari driver.

“oh, charles,” you cooed, kneeling against the bed, hand brushing his hair back softly.

charles pushed his palms in deeper, rubbing to get rid of the tears that had managed to spill out. his voice was just but a whisper as he spoke, “i’m okay.”

you frowned, “you’re not, and that’s okay, charles. you don’t always have to put on a brave face and pretend like you’re not hurting,” you reached to grab his hands, pulling them away from his eyes, “especially not in front of me.”

charles’ eyes were red and glossy with the tears threatening to spill out. you cupped his face with your hands, “it’s okay to cry, mon amour. you can let it out.”

it was like your words were the key to the gate charles had locked. he blinked once, twice, and the tears began to flow. charles pushed himself closer to you, and you let him cry until he couldn’t anymore.

his hushed sobs turned into sniffles, “i’m sorry.”

you shook your head, moving down so that you could catch his eyes with your own, “you have nothing to be sorry for, mon amour.”

“i do,” he was adamant, sitting up on the bed and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, “i’m a driver for ferrari, i shouldn’t be making these stupid mistakes and causing more trouble for everyone else. i’m better than this. i need to be better than this.”

“you’re being too hard on yourself, charles,” you made sure he was looking at you, “you can have bad days and bad races. just because you drive for a top team doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to make mistakes.”

charles opened his mouth to argue but you continued, “you’re right, you drive for ferrari. hell, you have the longest contract with them. but why is that?”

charles stayed quiet, listening to you. his eyes were still red, yet the glossiness had gone away, now wide with interest.

“it’s because they know what kind of driver you are, charles,” you grabbed his hands, giving them a squeeze, “they chose you because they know that you’ve got so much talent that’s just waiting to be let out. a few bad races is nothing. if anything, it’s expected. don’t beat yourself over it. nobody is perfect, okay? no driver has a record with no bad races.”

he had never anticipated you to be this passionate when it came to his career. hell, he had been expecting you to be just as disappointed as the media, focused solely on his faults. 

his eyes were watery again, this time for a completely different reason. his lips twitched, a slight smile forming on his face.

“this race doesn’t define you, charles,” you gave him a small smile, “don’t let it overshadow your success and accomplishments. i’m so proud of how far you’ve gotten, mon amour, no race result would ever make me stop being proud of you.”

“mon dieu,” his voice was breathy, “je t’adore.”

you let out a choked laugh, not expecting such a response, “et je t’adore, aussi. now, were you listening or did i just ramble for no reason?”

“i was listening,” it was charles who squeezed your hands this time, intertwining your fingers together afterwards, “you’re just so amazing. tu es vraiment mon ange.” you really are my angel. 

it was funny how fast the situation had flipped. just moments ago, you had worked yourself up to the point where you nearly cried as you comforted charles, and now, you were trying to hide your blushing cheeks from him.

you whined out his name in embarrassment, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“i’m serious,” it was nice to see him smiling again, “you just have such a way with words, mon amour. i’m so glad i have you by my side, especially in moments like these.”

“was just being honest,” you shrugged, “nothing special.”

“‘nothing special’? mon amour, you just took away all my anger and disappointment with a few words, you’re the most special,” charles placed a kiss against your forehead, “thank you for being here, mon ange.”

you gave him a smile, “i’ll be here whenever you need me, charles. always and forever.”

and just like that, the sinking feeling in charles’ chest had disappeared, now replaced with the sheer happiness and joy that you brought along with you. he helped you up from where you had been sitting, before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you down to lie with him on his bed. the quiet sniffles had been replaced with loud laughs and giggles as the race disappeared from your minds.

everything i need i get from you, and giving back is all i wanna do

you had gotten into music at a young age, preparing performances for your parents as a birthday gift because all your other siblings had made them cards and you wanted to be different. music quickly became your way of giving back to others.

you wrote songs for your family and friends, to return all the support they showed you. songs for your fans, to show how much you appreciate them. and songs for charles, to give back all the love he had given you over the years.

which lead you to this moment in time; sharing your newest song with your beloved, one written about him, for him, for the first time ever. it was his birthday gift.

“so, do you like it?” the nerves showed clearly in your expression. 

“like it?” charles cupped your cheeks, squishing them slightly, “amour, i love it!”

your eyes widened slightly, “really?”

charles hummed, “of course, i do. i love every song you write, and this one’s about me so i love it even more.”

charles could feel your smile growing against his palm, “i’ve written songs about you before, char.”

he dropped his hands from your cheeks, face showing utter shock, “what? you have?”

you nodded your head, a bubble of laughter erupting from your mouth, “of course, i have! i write love songs, and i’ve been in love with you for years. who did you think i was writing about?”

“are they released yet?” his eyes were wide in wonder, “have i heard them before?”

to tease him, you began pondering, index finger tapping against your chin, “hm, have you?”

charles gripped your arm, shaking it, “ah! you can’t do this, tell me, y/n/n! please!”

you laughed loudly, head tilting back in delight, “you have! you have! now stop shaking me, please, my arm is gonna fall off.”

“which song?” the shaking stopped but his hand remained on your arm.

you gave him a cheeky smile, “well, i can’t make it that easy for you. figure it out on your own.”

he whined out your name, “but it’s my birthday! you have to be nice to me on my birthday!”

“i am being nice!” you gaped at him, “i wrote you a song! and let you listen to it before i released it!”

“but it doesn’t count when i don’t know what other songs you’ve written about me,” his frown was adorable, and you couldn’t help but reach forward and push the corners of his lips up.

“fine,” you leaned forward and placed a quick peck on his pout, “i’ll tell you, but only because it’s your birthday.”

charles smiled brightly, holding up his pinky, “and because it’s my birthday, you have to pinky promise that you’ll always tell me when a song is about me.”

“now, you’re pushing it, birthday boy.”

i wanna write you a song; one to make your heart remember me. so any time i'm gone, you can listen to my voice and sing along

ted gestured for the cameraman to record the ferrari garage. decked out in his red gear, charles sat with his earbuds in, and eyes closed while his lips mouthed along to whichever song he’s listening to.

“and here we have mister charles leclerc, in his natural habitat listening to some tunes,” ted spoke into his mic, making his way over to front of the garage. 

charles opened his eyes, catching sight of ted and smiling. he pulled out an earbud and gave the camera a smile, “hello, ted. how are you doing today?”

“ah, i’m doing great. how are you?” the reporter smiled back at the driver.

“good, good. i was just trying to get into the zone, you know?” charles gestured towards the track behind them, “big race today.”

ted nodded, “of course. now, i’m sure the people will want to know, so i’m just going to ask you this now,” charles nodded, and ted continued, “what songs do you listen to to ‘get into the mood’, as you put it?”

the dimples on charles’ cheeks became apparent as he smiled widely, he pushed his phone forward and turned it around so both the camera and ted could see what he was playing. 

ted let out a laugh when he registered your familiar name and song title, “ah, of course, should have seen it coming.”

charles laughed along with ted, “yes, yes. y/n just released a new album and it is very, very good.”

“and as you said, y/n’s music gets you in the zone?” ted raised his eyebrows, an intrigued look on his face, “do explain for us, charles.”

charles’ face got visibly pinker, “well, ehm, as you know, y/n is my lovely, lovely partner, and so, whenever i’m away from them, i listen to their songs because they–” he scratched his neck sheepishly, “–help ground me and keep me in a calm headspace.”

“aw, well isn’t that just adorable?” ted smiled at the camera, already envisioning how the fans at home would be reacting to charles’ answer.

charles chuckled shyly, “ah, yes, i guess so. i am very lucky, i get to hear my partner’s voice whenever, wherever. even when they’re not around.”

ted nodded, “well, i’ll let you get back to it, then. good luck, charles! i’ll see you after the race, hopefully.”

charles bid ted goodbye, turning back into the garage. he pushed the earbuds back into his head, your soft voice entering his ears once again. god, you were going to tease the hell out of him for that interview.

— present

the guitar strums faded, and you waited for charles to open his eyes with a bated breath. his eyes opened, searching before the landed on your figure. a warm smile graced his lips and he let out a breathy laugh.

“that was amazing,” his eyes were shining brightly, “c'était si beau.” that was so beautiful.

“you think so?” you let go of the breath you had been holding, “tu es honnête?” you’re being honest?

charles nodded his head rapidly, “why would i lie? mon amour, that was so, so good. are you sure you wrote it for me?”

you let out a chuckle, “no actually, it’s for carlos. do you think he’ll like it?”

charles’ jaw dropped, and you laughed loudly, “i’m kidding, of course it’s for you.” 

you pushed yourself closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, “everything i write is for you.”

charles wrapped his arm around your body, pulling you closer, ”thank you for all the beautiful words.”

you smiled against his chest, “anytime.” 

he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against your temple, “je t’aime, amour.”

“je t’aime plus.” i love you more.

[bubbleteaa]

When I was your man [Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader]

the icon that I used for this header is from Juli @s-hoyo​ ! Please support her work, you can find the rest of her work here

when I was your man;; pairing: singer!ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader  fandom: haikyuu!! genres: fluff but mostly angst. from lovers to strangers! au pt. 1 word count: 2.1K-ish

a/n: this is a prompt that came to my mind while the ushi bots were sad ajhdjsj, so i want to thank to the cheese cult for basically giving me the idea<3 i love you all. I hope you enjoy and like this! Please take care and know that I love you! [update] I’ve been writing this for now, 3-4 months. It ended up been so long that I decided to separate it on 3 parts. I want to apologize dearly for not been as active as ever, irl sucks and I haven’t feel really well lately. I will try to catch you with you guys, because thanks to you I feel appreciated and that my work is valid. Thank your for been here for me even though I haven’t been there for you. I love you

This is for baby K @ushiwakaa​, I wanted at the beginning to just do something angsty to fuck a little but it ended up in so much HAHAHA. Thank you for all the laughs, tears and smiles you’ve provoke on me mama, you are one of my closest friends and you deserve everything (and all the ushis) in this world. I’ll try to upload all the parts soon but you know I always end up procrastinating HAHAHA. Anyway, I am really thankful baby, I love you so much. Thanks for been my friend, hubby, wifey and partner in smutty and domestic fluff times. I love you more than I can explain, so yeah :confounded: now I am going to stop befor you think I am obsessEEEED with you :pensive: smh, enjoy this shitty thingie ig. Te amo mami<3

I wrote this 3 years ago oh man. This is my official come back from my hiatus.

Summary: He was too young and too dumb to realize that he should’ve bought you flowers, and held your hand. That he should’ve gave you all his hours when he had the chance. And that he should’ve take you to every party because all you wanted to do was dance. But now is too late, because he is no longer your man. 

*. : ｡✿ * ﾟ * .: ｡ ✿ * ﾟ  * . : ｡ ✿ *

His hands skillfully played the piano in front of him, knocking out the keys with softness immersed in the musical notes he was reading calmly. Semi had composed the song and was still missing the lyrics. Both of them were sure that they had to find a contrast between the sadness and the passion of abandonment. That was his project. Ushijima was convinced that he would find the inspiration to write it and then sing it.

He always finds something to inspire himself.

He hummed to the rhythm of the song, his voice hoarse invading the small space of his study. He closed his eyes lightly, barely reading the notes written on the bond paper in front of him. "My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways" he stopped immediately, grabbing a pen and his notebook, writing the first line that had occurred to him all afternoon.

It was difficult, he wasn't going to deny it. Being an artist, a public figure. His private life and relationships were exposed; it was not as if it affected him, the pain was accompanied by fame. Resignations went hand in hand with money and criticism was the dessert of talent. In any case, he could not complain or regret the path he had chosen: his songs were always within the top 3 hits of Japan, every time.

He had met many people throughout his life; critics, singers, composers, musicians. He had also met friends, acquaintances, enemies, competition and one-night lovers. The last ones always stayed in that: in one night. Or morning. Or evening. It depended on whether he was on tour or not, if he was tired or not. If he was feeling touch starved or not.

The loneliness of his life was a plus for the lyrics of his songs; Which was also a disadvantage. The public liked to hear the suffering, the sadness, the regret; they loved to see the tears of pain in the singers' eyes, they were excited to hear them with a broken voice halfway through the concerts, it made them burst with emotion to see them ask for forgiveness, ashamed of feeling emotions. Ashamed of being human.

The public, the market, the producers: they were all the same. They all sought to try to unmask and mix the personal with the work. Everyone sought to find those precious jewels in the artists' lives, which were neither gold nor diamond.

It was the heart.

Ushiwaka, as he was known, had not yet been exposed. His cold and dense attitude in front of the camera and his fans was captivating and sickly. Not in his music videos, not in his interviews, not at charity events. There was nothing that could get through those barriers that he had built. The industry was difficult, it was harsh, it hurt and, even in certain cases, it killed members of itself.

But he was different, because the industry was not what motivated him.

It was you.

"Ushi" blinked lightly upon hearing your voice. Usually you didn't interrupt him when he was working, or when he was thinking, or at any time "Can we talk?"

Your voice was sweet and smooth. It reminded him of his voice when he was just a child; his father had told him that at some point he would change and that he had to value the gift he had. He had to make it flourish. And he made it flourish, among other things. He also made the songs he had written with his lips to your skin flourish, and also made your feelings for his person and not for her public figure flourish.

Your voice was so beautiful and sweet, it surprised him that you weren't a singer. Truth be told, your connection to the world of music was him. And your work, which had stopped being very recurring when you decided to have a hidden relationship with him. Only a few friends, his manager and his father knew about your relationship with him. And, in the category of ‘a few friends’, only Tendou and Semi entered.

"I'm in the middle of a song, baby," he replied simply, looking at you.

Baby. That had been his pet name for you; just for you. That's what he called you when he wanted to kiss you, or when he wanted to hold you in his arms. His baby. His queen. His owner. You were his mantra, you were his promise, his oath. His inspiration.

You were everything he loved, even though he had a hard time showing it, saying it, but never thinking or feeling it. You were the only light within that hell in which he worked, his inspiration, his muse. His songs, his words, his emotion bathed in promises.

You were the love of his life.

"Uh, yeah. I was thinking…” You looked away for a few seconds, the atmosphere of the studio seemed to hang by a small thread, staggering between pain and indifference “I really need to talk to you”

“Right now, I can't, baby. Later"

His eyes snap back to the notes Semi had made. In his notebook he writes a draft that he surely would not use later.

Music was his passion, his dream, his talent. It consumed so much effort, desire, emotion. It sucked his soul to his barely core until he spent hours and hours looking at a notebook with nothing written inside it; It ruined the dates he had with you, canceled the small displays of affection that were prepared for the strands of your hair nor for your pink lips.

The music was so beautiful, but it was a curse. The cross with which he would carry all his life, the reason for the vast majority of regrets that would come after that conversation.

"I want to break up with you, Wakatoshi"

Your words are poisons, an excessive mission. It takes his breath away, little by little by little. His eyes widened immediately, slowly. The blood inside his body turns and stops running, his heart beats slowly, but aggressively.

It is the same sentence that materializes it. He becomes a piece of glass, the same object that seems to burst - metaphorically - against some wall.

"What?"

He needed to be sure of what you said.

He needs it not to be true.

He needs to know that it was a joke. One way to make him pay for his negligence towards you.

"I don't think we're working," you go on, looking at him with a sad sparkle in your eyes. “I don’t think we have worked in months… I know you don’t love me anymore, though” his love for you grew and grow every day. It was so big and caring that it was impossible to write about it, but what it would have been of him without you "And ..., and ..." It seems that you are about to cry, your sweet voice breaks in the silence of the room "And I have fallen in love with someone else during our relationship”

These are words that are buried in his head. They consume him. His instinct prevents him from crying, or yelling at you, or insulting you. His instinct tells him that he must control himself, that, above all, he loves you. He loves you so much that he knows he was not the one.

Not the best.

Not the most loving, nor caring.

Not the one who would marry you.

Not the one who would wake up next to you for the rest of his life.

Not the one who would have children with you.

Not the one who would protect you.

Not the one you love.

“I understand" and he does. He would also hate himself; he was sure you hated him "Can I ask you a question, at least?"

His voice seems to fight the urge to stop. The curiosity is killing him, strangling his hopes, his eyes, his heart.

“Yeah…”

“Is he better than me?” he needed to know. He needed to.

Falling in love was not part of the plan, falling in love was not part of his dream. A dream that was neither written nor intended to be. Love was as misleading as the facets he showed to his fans, love was a lie, torture.

Loving you, hurt.

"He is loving" was the only thing you could answer him. He noticed that your voice sounded sore "It's different, Ushi" you added, covering your face "I'm sorry"

"Okay" he managed to be able to articulate his words "If you want I can pack my things, I'll call the moving agency" it was stupid to think of you when he should be selfish; fight for your love, show you that he was the one.

"I don't want to stay here, Ushi. I am sorry, I am truly sorry"

Your words break his heart a little more. "Okay, do you want me to help you pack?"

"I already did it, I have everything in my car already"

His lips open in a small "o" but cannot make any sound. He looked away immediately "I understand" as he blinked several times, feeling his eyelashes moisten "Sorry, for not making you feel loved"

He doesn't want his words to hurt you, but they hurt you. It hurts to hear them and it hurts more to say them. There is nothing after that, just the footsteps of the love of her life walking away.

When he hears your car's engine start, his elbows collide with the piano keys; for the first time in a long-time, he allows himself to cry, he just breaks that rule. Not exaggeratedly, not as he would like. The miscellaneous sound of the instrument makes him lose his patience, and makes him feel guilty. Droplets of salt water run down his cheeks, hit the object's white keys, and stay there.

❥•°❀°•༢

They remain there for two years.

He didn't know how he survived in such a big bed. But he knew he avoided it at all costs, he slept in the study, on the sofa, on the floor, in Tendou's house, in Semi's apartment. He slept everywhere, but still did not recover sleep.

He convinced himself to wish you the best even when you cut all your connections to him. You changed your phone number, closed all your social networks - you actually blocked him, but he did not want to accept it - and you disappeared from his life. Like ashes in the wind. You slid down his fingers, too fine and small for his pain-filled world.

You deserved better than him.

You always had.

If he were a workaholic before, now he wouldn't stop working. He made sad, monotonous songs. Never talking about love, actually. Well yes, but in metaphors. He talked about plucking flowers, how to destroy rose bushes, how to ruin the most beautiful garden.

How to get away from his life.

It is very pathetic, to tell the truth. For being a musician, his apartment remains silent for most of the day. Being famous he hides from the cameras more than before. Being Ushiwaka, it is easily destroyed by your memories.

It is killing him.

"You can erase the lyrics, but not the memories," he says to himself, reading the new draft he wrote. "It takes courage, but not money-

You are taking my life away from myself.

My heart thumps thinking of you.

I sowed spite in my eyes for you,

My lips keep remembering your petals,

I lost the stems of your fingers,

The feeling of your words over my temple,

I lost every single day, night, dance,

I lost you-”

"Hey, I just came to check how you are" the voice of Semi suddenly interrupts him, hoarse voice fill with patience “You haven’t answer my messages and Tendou is kind of worried, since he is on tour and everything” his eyes traces a silent whimper all over Ushijima’s figure. 

“I forgot to charge my phone” he responds; a lie,of course, his phone reminded a few centimeters away from his hand, in a particular way suspended over the wood table, recording.

“Ah… I understand. You want to, you know…, hang out?” 

If he wasn’t famous or heartbroken, he would have said yes. 

If he wasn’t overwhelmed by an old love, he would have said yes.

If you weren’t in any picture of him so near of his memories, he would have said yes.

“I am working on my new album” 

Those words are enough to push Eita away. He doesn’t mean to just..., stop. But knowing Wakatoshi’s ego and pride, it didn’t matter how much he wanted to help his friend. There was always going to be a barrier between them. He was just a swan, Wakatoshi fly higher than him, anyway...

He could see everything but never himself, “Ah” he replies, ruffling his dyed hair, “Then, I’ll be in the kitchen making some curry”

“Yeah”

Ushijima slowly reaches for his friend’s hand before he could leave. A cold and familiar sensation creeping on his torso, “Semi,” he mutters, eyes flickering on his grip, “can you promise me something?”

Seeing the great Ushiwaka stumble and fall wasn’t something that the public eye nor a lot of people in the industry will ever see. He was hard as the diamond..., but diamonds are easy to break when you hit them at certain angles; his weakest spot was his heart, that he resguard in an ice cage until her warmth arms came and melt his fortier down..., until her lips brought him sweet, innocent love..., until his body, voice, life, self was completely of hers.

Just to steal it and leave him with nothing.

“Of course, Waka”

“Don’t say a word to anyone else” he states under his breath, “Promise it to me”

Semi shifts on his spot, squeezing his hand, trying to convince him, “Sure”

Without any other word, Semi leaves him in the freezing lost feeling. 

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// THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS SONG - "Jax Rabbit Swing" by Freeced feat. Stargirl // Ladies and gents and those who know better Allow me to introduce the show's header...

Jax Rabbit Swing is the latest byproduct of my bunnyboy-addled brain's attempt to capture all of these crafty cartoon characters in choral caricature. Hot on the heels of Bunny Boy, my Springtrap-inspired crunchy munchy fnaffy horror song, I wanted something a little lighter but still crunchy and definitely, definitely bouncy. You can't make a bunnyboy song without bounce! Stargirl's always asking me to make more electroswing songs, and after honing my craft on Komi with Marina, Bees with Stupes, and Lackadaisy solo (you can look all those up if you want, I'm too eepy to link sorry!), and after seeing how much people seemed to enjoy all of those, as well as making a recent mixing discovery while working on Bunny Boy that has led to stylistic changes in my music...all of that...I knew I had to ask her to sing the chorus on this song. Since I'm talking to her while writing this actually, maybe I'll ask for a quote. Stargirl? 🎤 Thank you Freeced. This world needs more electroswing. Depends on it, even. Leading scientists all agree Bees in my Fingertips ended the Coronavirus. So we all need to do our part. SHE'S KIDDING, PLEASE STAY SAFE OUT THERE, BEES ELECTROSWING CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH. But she makes a good point. Electroswing is kind of dope. And every time I make it, I get better at making it! I'm working on a new direction that's sort of hot jazz or rag combined with funky washboard percussion and... hey... ...we'll get to that when we get to that. Anyway, Jax Rabbit Swing has been doing really well on streaming platforms lately! I'd like to tell you to stream it on Spotify cuz that's where the numbers are, but Spotify has been kind of shitty and anti-Palestine, so...stream it wherever! Or pirate it! I don't give a fuck, enjoy the music, buy a keffiyeh from the last factory in Palestine if they're in stock, and...yeah, can you tell some time has passed while I've been writing this? Screen record my shit for all I care, just fuck dude, live life a little and remember the folks who are struggling to live at all. Sorry, this got a bit down in the mouth! I can't apologize, but I can bring it back for a second. Thank you for rocking with my music this year! Thank you to Stargirl for featuring on this song! And, you know. From the river to the sea. I know I'm just a silly fandom musician with amazing hair. But you gotta hear it from somewhere.

See you in the next one, babes. - Freeced

[wanderinginksplot]

Clone Trooper Rambles

As the header says, Rambles are a clone trooper-augmented journal-style writing exercise. The events are true, the clone troopers are only visible to me.

Warnings: bad mood, me not being a very good roommate or friend.

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Bad Mood

“Okay, consider this your first and only warning,” I announced, drawing the attention of my roommates and all the troopers hanging out in my apartment that day. “I’m in a terrible mood and it’s not getting better. I’m going to keep to myself, but there’s a strong chance I’m going to end up yelling at someone today. I'm sorry and I’ll apologize again afterward, but I wanted to get this conversation out of the way.”

With that said, I turned around and went back into my room. Being in a bad mood already sucked, but I especially hated it when I couldn’t figure out why I was upset. 

Feelings don’t have to make sense, I told myself. It didn’t help. 

I had always been very aware of my own feelings and actions. There was a reason for most moods I experienced, especially as someone who was logical to a fault. But this mood had come out of nowhere and didn’t have an obvious cause. I hated those - they almost always boiled down to something existential that took a lot of effort to fix. 

After a few minutes trying to find something I wanted to do, I resigned myself to it. I was well and truly irritated. I could either stay in my room and sulk or I could pick one thing and force myself to do it. 

At last, I decided to go on a walk. If nothing else, it would get me out of the apartment and away from my roommates. They hadn’t done anything wrong, and I wanted to avoid being awful to them if I could help it.

“Going for a walk,” I explained shortly as I pulled on my shoes, grabbed my keys and left before anyone could say anything. 

When I had covered a pretty solid distance, I finally paid attention to who was around me. Rex, Boss, Alpha, and Wolffe were trailing a bit behind, but definitely walking with me. 

“I was serious,” I warned them. “I’m in a shitty mood.”

“We noticed,” Wolffe replied dryly. 

“Then why are you here?” 

“Because no one else wanted to be.” Alpha’s blunt answer, delivered in a completely flat tone, was still harsh nonetheless.

Boss cleared his throat softly. “The four of us have seen worse. If you yell, you yell. We know we can handle whatever you end up saying or doing.”

That somehow managed to make me feel worse. I started to jog, trying to clear my mind of everything but the rhythm of my muscles working as I propelled myself along.

But, of course, that was the description of running I had read in a book. In reality, jogging sucked and I was immediately out of breath. Still, I pushed through it because the burning in my lungs almost felt good in my current state of mind. 

The troopers easily kept pace with me as I ran. When I finally slowed into a walk, they slowed as well, none of them breathing nearly as hard as I was by that point. 

“I thought you said jogging was the most socially acceptable form of self-hatred?” Rex checked. 

I chuckled - partially at my own wit, but mostly at the judgmental looks of Boss and Alpha. Wolffe, who had heard me say that before, just ignored all of us. 

“I still stand by that,” I told him. “But I just needed to.”

“And now?” Boss asked. 

“Well, I’m not ready to go back home,” I mused. “I’m going to walk a little longer, try to figure out what’s wrong.”

They didn't argue, so I kept walking. I didn't bother making conversation and I left my phone in my pocket. I didn’t want any distractions. In the nebulousness of walking and not thinking, a profound dread fell over me. I had taken an extra day off, but my long weekend was ending and I had to go back to work tomorrow. 

“I need a new job,” I realized, my surprise prompting me to say it aloud. 

“What?” Rex asked when I didn’t follow the statement with anything else.

“I think that’s why I’m irritated,” I explained. “I dread going back to work. I’m bored with it and don’t want to go. That’s not the way I want to live my life.”

“I thought you loved that job,” Boss countered. 

“No, I do,” I agreed. “I don’t want to leave it, but I thrive on a challenge. It was fine when I was working and going to school at the same time, but now that I’ve graduated, I need something more. I love what I do, but it’s just… it’s not enough anymore.”

“Maybe you’re angry because you’re angry,” Alpha suggested. “Doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”

I started shaking my head even before he had finished making his point. As soon as I said it out loud, I knew this was the cause of my bad mood. If this was something my subconscious was telling me I should do, I needed to get it done.

Before I could tell them some variation of that, Wolffe spoke up. “No, she’s been this way for a while. She said something about it months ago.” He gave a sidelong glance at me. “If that’s what you need to do, what are you waiting for?”

“Just to get back home,” I answered, feeling suddenly determined.

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Author's Note - This marks Alpha's debut in these Rambles! Figures he'd appear when I'm feeling the most grumpy.

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[lyss-butterscotch]

Apologies if this has been asked before (Tumblr search is ass, etc etc) but can I ask the story behind your blog header being Hydrochloric Acid? It always gives me a chuckle to see

I did talk about this before but not the full story i think.

This is one of those 'shitty usernames you picked when you were 12 and it stuck' kinda thing.

At one point in my life i liked homestuck, and the bright lime color happens to be a rare / non-existant trait to a character in that universe and me wanting to be special used that color for a fandom sona. The color just kinda stuck with me even after i moved on from homestuck. Since i am a chemistry nerd, i associated the color with acid and one of the cooler sounding acid name is Hydrochloric acid.

So now its one of my aliases i use online cuz i think its cool 👍

[vaspider]

Hi. Could you please answer this ask privately? I need advice. I sent someone I follow an ask that I didn't realize was upsetting at the time and I think they've blocked me. I want to apologize, but I know it's shitty to make a new account and send someone an ask when they've already blocked you. I'm really sorry and I want to apologize to them. How do I go about it without violating their privacy?

It is literally all over my header and my pinned post that I never, ever, ever answer asks privately, ever.

And if someone blocks you, leave them alone. They gave you the answer.

[dienamights]

Daddy Daycare | K.Bakugou | Headcanons

Where Pro hero Dynamight is stuck at home babysitting little fucking gremlins instead of spending his day off with you.

» Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader 

» Word count: 0.9K

» Genre: Crack, Fluff embedded in between.

» Warning(s): Suggestive themes and mentions of sex - Minors DNI & Leave - Swearing.  

» Author’s notes: I COULDN’T GET IT OUTTA MY HEAD, I literally thought about it last Tuesday and just went off on a tangent with Aali -hey baby I didn't wanna bother you with the tags aahahahah love you - to get it out of my head so I can focus on my exams about how he’d babysit babies and I thought that was it but now its almost 6 AM AND I NEEDED TO WRITE THAT SHIT. Please enjoy ♡. Also I did proof read it but I honestly don’t trust my editing abilities at this time. And my drowsy ass keeps laughing at the header photo.

» Masterlist | Requests 

• Its Katsuki’s day off, knowing him, he for sure would not want to take a break from work, always saying "Evil never takes a day off, so why should we?” type bullshit to excuse his workaholic nature. So, despite his day off, he’d always find a way to do some paperwork, read case files about villains, or even train to ‘not waste the day sitting on my ass’. Alas, this time was different, he actually wanted to stay at home, in bed, with you in his arms, maybe filled by him once or twice.

• And you think that’s sweet, the sweetest thing ever, but you were actually hoping for the usual response the ash blond gave whenever he had a day off, to not be around, because you wanted to have a girls’ night.

• Already the ADULT pro hero is pouting like a little boy – arms crossed and all – talking about how you’re betraying him with some shitfaced extras for ‘friends’. Well, since he’s mad might as well dump everything on him all at once right? Wrong

• “Suki, could you also maybe babysit their kids?” “Fuck no.”

• Well, what were you expecting really?

• “Please?” You say following him around the house as he stomps and pouts away from you. “I’ll do anything you want just please do this one thing for me?” “Anything?” Oh sure, now you got his attention “Yes anything, name it right now.” Silence “You ride me next time we fuck” “Katsu-“ “Next time we make love, don’t get your panties in a twist shitty woman.” “That’s not what I- you know what? Fine, deal.”

• Technically, you didn’t specify how many there were, so Katsuki finds himself surrounded by snot-filled shitheads gawking up at him, with one baby perched up on his hip, as they gushed about spending their day/night with pro hero Dynamight of all people. And its all fun and games until that one baby takes a massive shit in their diaper.

• Cue the tears, wails, crying and for fucks sake the SMELL, the fuckin’ smell. Katsuki couldn’t deal with this shit no pun intended, so back up it is.

• Aka shitty hair.

• “Wha- the fuck is dunce face here for?” “He wants to help.” “The fuck would he know, he’s practically a man child himself and besi-”

• Lightbulb

• On one side, Bakugou and Kirishima are trying to outdo each other at pushups with the babies sitting on their backs as extra weights, the kids giggling and flailing while on the other side Kaminari is having a tea party with the rest that are waiting their turn to be used as pseudo-weights.

• Eventually, Bakugou and Kirishima ended up force feeding Kaminari cough syrup so he’d just shut the fuck up and sleep. “Wants to help my ass, fuckin’ dick startin’ a riot with these kids to get dessert before dinner.” “Yeah, should’ve seen that one coming.”

• Any of the kids misbehaving after the riot’s leader was taken down for a nap? They're being held upside down by their foot by Katsuki until they get light headed and apologize.

• This man will milk their adoration for him and he will not reply until he’s addressed as king explosion murder. Period.

• "Mister Dynamight, can I have a snack?" "What was that brat, couldn’t hear ya." "King... explosion mmm-murder, can I have a snack?" *glares* "please?" "That’s what’m fuckin’ talkin’ about brat, c’mon let’s get you some fruits." As if he’d sensor himself around them.

• Feeds off of them praising his cooking.

• “Mister Dyna-“ *death glare* “Mister king lord explosion murder.” Poor kid stammers in fear. *nods to keep going* “ Your cooking is better than my mamma’s!” “You bet your ass it fuc-“ “LANGUAGE” “ooh right, you bet your butt it fucking is” and Kirishima is on the other side covering his face and wishing this mess would just be over so he can go home.   

• When its bedtime, they wouldn’t want to listen to bedtime stories, oh no, king explosion murder better get his ass ready because they want him to tell them his greatest battle to date. And he delivers, sound effects and small explosions as he pretends to pummel an imaginary villain to the ground, earning squeals and giggles from the kids piled up on the futons set up for them in the living room.

• One of the kids would try to climb into his lap and he’d be like???? But kinda get over it after a while as the kids dozed off to sleep, whereas another one promises to be a hero like him, and he’d pat their head and tuck them in, telling them that they can do whatever they want as long as they work on it and believe in themselves.

• Yes, the kids will go back to their parents wanting Dynamight merch for DAYS.

• And yes, you’ll be pounded until tomorrow with a promise to fill you up with “a little brat of our own so they can shit on these extra babies”.

Bonus

• You see one of your friends a week later and they’re hella salty cause their kid can’t stop calling people shitty extras. 

• You didn’t know about this but before the kids left, he gave each of them a limited-edition figurine of himself that he signed so when they flexed about spending the day with him to their friends, they’d believe them.

• He would rather die than tell you this, but since he babysat these brats, Katsuki couldn’t wait to have his own with you to care for and love unconditionally.

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[pudding-parade]

Ooooooh, a question list!

Untagged but lifted from @clumsybot because I am the bored. Or rather, there are non-Sims, non-sitting-on-my-ass-in-front-of-a-computer things I should be doing, but...Don't wanna. So here we are. :)

Why did you choose your url? Because TS3 is nothing but an endless parade of pudding people, and since this was going to be a TS3-specific blog...There we are.

How long have you been on tumblr? This account is less than a year old, I think, but I started my TS2 blog in....2013? I think? So, almost a decade.

Do you have a queue tag? ...No? I don't think so? I mean, I use the queue, but I don't have a specific tag for queued posts.

Why did you start your blog in the first place? I'd had the TS2 blog for a long time, but I just got tired of the game, which I never thought would happen. At the same time, I got into TS3, which I also thought would never happen. I knew that a lot of people who followed me on the TS2 blog did so because of the CC I made (and I might return to doing that, if I can get the game to install and run on this machine), and I didn't want to tick them off by switching over to TS3. I also wanted a dashboard that was primarily TS3-relevant without having to unfollow people and then follow new people. So, a new, separate account rather than a sideblog seemed the way to go.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp? The icon is because I have a strange fondness for the mechanical bull in the game. It is my favorite thing ever. Don't ask me why.

And I have no idea what "pfp" means because I am An Old. I don't know what half the acronyms you kids use mean. Get off my lawn.

Why did you choose your header? Because I also have a strange fondness for the train in Champs les Sims. When I see it going by, I always go "Choo choo!" in an annoying, chirpy voice. And then my husband throws something at me if he's in earshot.

What’s your post with the most notes? I...don't know? Not without going back and looking, which I'm not going to do because, honestly? IDC enough. Look, an acronym! Hello, fellow kids.

How many mutuals do you have? I don't know. What do I click to find out? Guess I'm An Old, after all. Get off my lawn.

How many followers do you have? I don't really like to give specific numbers anymore. I realized at one point that it sounded kind of...I don't know...braggy? That said, on this blog, it's a three digit number. On the other, last I looked, it's a four-digit number. And I appreciate all of them.

How many people do you follow? Right now, only 86. And many of them are finds blogs that are, frankly, redundant. I am a bad, bad blogger. One of these days, I'm going to sit down and unfollow some of the finds and go through the people who follow me and follow back those who post TS3 stuff and find other people and all that stuff. It's just seems like, you know, work. Ugh.

Have you ever made a shit post? Define "shit post." I posted about my snake terrifying poor Jehovah's Witness ladies when I truly didn't intend to terrify them. (And they still haven't come back! I feel like I need to send an apology letter to their kingdom hall or something...) Anyway, that was pretty shitty of me. (The scaring the ladies part was shitty, that is, not the posting about it.)

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? I don't see any point to fighting about Sims games. That's just ridiculous. I save my ridiculous arguing for arguing with Christian apologists -- some of them professional and big-name in such circles -- in YouTube comments. It's pointless af (Another acronym! Hello, fellow kids!), but it's also fun af. To me. Because I'm incredibly weird.

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts Mostly, I feel that I don't need to reblog them, unless they pertain to Sims, and sometimes not even then. Call me an asshole (because I freely admit that I am one), but my tumblr blog isn't about activism. That's for real life.

Do you like tag games? Memes, memes, glorious memes! IOW (acronym!), yus.

Do you like ask games? See above.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? Mmmmm... @rollo-rolls, maybe? I mean, they convert hair. That gives you the big-time simblr famous points. :) Why they follow me is a mystery, however...

Do you have a crush on a mutual? @nectar-cellar. Because everyone has a crush on nectar-cellar. (I'm just kidding. I don't have a crush on NC, but they do seem like a fun person, and I do know that we are mutuals, and I thought of their name first when I read the question. So does that mean I actually *do* have a crush? Hmmmmm.... )

Not gonna tag anyone. Do if ya wanna. I’m nosy and like to know stuff about people. No, wait! I’mma tag @nectar-cellar. Because crush. ;)

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hello love! This is my first time requesting fic, and I’m excited! Can I get angsty and fluff ending with Bucky x Reader? Where reader’s ex was a jerk - it was toxic relationship, and reader bumped into her ex and her ex treated reader badly, Bucky saw what happen and save the day! Thank you!

Save The Day » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You see your ex in public and Bucky saves you before anything bad happens.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff ending, language, toxic/shitty ex, mentions of bad past relationship, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

“Hey, watch it!” The man says when you accidentally bumped into him.

You were about to apologize to him for bumping into him, but something about him sounds all too familiar. You turned around to confirm your suspicions and they were right. Your ex boyfriend is the person you accidentally walked into without looking.

“Oh…” Your ex’s voice sounding annoyed. “It’s you.” He says, giving you a dirty look.

You looked down at the ground and fiddled with your fingers, not wanting to look at him.

Your relationship with him wasn’t like most relationships. He treated you badly. He insulted you every chance he got. You weren’t allowed to talk for yourself when you were with him. He never really got physical with you, but he did a couple times. He just acted like you weren’t a person at all.

“Still think you can survive without me?” He asks.

You didn’t answer him. You just continued to look at the ground and play with your fingers.

“It would be smart of you to answer me.” He demands.

“Yes.” You mumbled quietly.

“You need to learn how to speak up. No one can’t hear you if you’re mumbling.” He says.

“Yes!” You say louder.

Bucky was across the street when his enhanced hearing picked up you saying yes loudly. He looked over at you talking to your ex. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his jacket and watched you talk to your ex.

“Oh so you know how to speak.” He laughs. “You never talked when we were together.” He says.

You felt yourself getting smaller the more he talked to you. He made you feel like this when you two were together.

“You never talked, but you’re talking now.” He laughs. “How do people understand you?” He asks, still making fun of you.

You just shrugged your shoulders, continuing to stare at the ground. A squeak left your lips when his hand roughly grabbed your jaw and forcefully made you looked at you.

“You look at me when I’m talking to you.” He says.

Bucky seen him do that and didn’t like it. He looked both ways before crossing the street, making his way to you.

“Take your hands off of her.” Bucky says.

“This doesn’t concern you, man so just go away.” Your ex says, shooing him away.

Bucky grabbed your ex’s arm with a bruising grip and took his hand off your jaw.

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He tells him. “You don’t treat a woman like that.” He says.

“I can treat her however I want.” Your ex said. “Besides, she’s barely even a person.” He says, laughing and looked at you.

Bucky’s jaw clenched. He twisted your ex’s arm behind his back and pushed his face against the brick wall next to him. You blinked a couple times, watching with wide eyes.

“Never… and I mean never talk about her like that.” Bucky practically growls. “If I ever see you talking to her or even come near her, I’ll break your arm. Understand?” He says.

“Yes, I understand.” He says, wincing in pain.

“Good. Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind and break your arm right here and right now.” Bucky says.

Bucky let go of your ex and pushed him. Your ex ran away, scared shitless. You stood there in shock. No one has never done that, standing up for you.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks softly.

“I- uhh- y-yes I think.” You answered, stuttering.

Bucky examined your jaw. Finger marks began to appear from how tight your ex was holding your jaw.

“No one has never done that for me before.” You say.

Bucky put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have many friends, do you?” He asks.

You looked up at him and shook your head.

“I’ll be your friend, doll.” He says with a smile.

“Really?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“Yes.” He smiles. “As your friend, I’ll take you to get something to eat.” He says.

“Thank you.” You smile. “Thank you for standing up for me.” You say.

“You’re welcome, doll.” Bucky smiles. “I’d do it again and again.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders protectively.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

[here4theheartbreak]

All I Want for Christmas Ch.8 (Final) - A Christmas Miracle(ksj+pjm)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Jimin x Seokjin Genre: angst, fluff, smut Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~3.8k

All Fic Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Holidays, Small Towns, Homophobia, Angst with a Happy Endings, Past Relationships, Bullying, Attempted Infidelity, Homophobic Slurs, Bad Parenting, Discussion of Divorce, Rough, Face-Fucking, Dirty Talk, Spanking, Bottom!Jin, Top!Jimin, Happy Ending

Summary: Seokjin returns to his small hometown after a decade, hoping for a Hallmark holiday romance. He learns he didn’t have to go so far from home for it.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of a header image on these chapters; Tumblr has decided to rename itself Karen and get a shitty dye job - it will only let the post appear in tags if I don’t have an image.

A/N 2: This fic is also written for @thebtswritersclub  December Project - it was an ornament style project in which a particular word needed to be used in both the title and the fic itself; my word was “Christmas”.

Jin woke early on Christmas morning, laughing a little to himself when he realized it was snowing lightly. How cliché – a Christmas dusting in a tiny little town. Hallmark movie material indeed. He headed into the kitchen, pecking his mother’s cheek and nodding to his father.

“When do we head in to start?” He asked, leaning on the counter as he sipped the coffee Jihae offered.

“Probably about an hour. Honestly, you don’t really need to come until later. A lot of what I’ll be doing is just running around and picking up finished things from others. I won’t need help until we start really setting up the area in the park.”

Every year the town did a Christmas tree lighting in the park. Prior to the lighting, there was always a large tent set up, filled with goodies and gifts, treats, and other things from the town, a community gift exchange, as it were.

“Well, then give me a list of folks to gather stuff from,” Jin suggested. “You know the ones that won’t kick me out on sight, and it’ll still shorten your running around.”

She sighed, brows furrowed. “You were never so helpful as a child.”

Jin grinned. “Took me a few years. I’ve gotta make up for giving you all those grey hairs.”

She gasped, swatting Jin in the belly as he laughed.

 In the end, Jin did win, earning a list of shops and addresses that he was supposed to go gather items from. With only one car they decided to split the lists by blocks, so each of them could finish all the gathering in a certain block area before moving on, to make it less difficult to carry things.

The air was cold enough that Jin could see his breath, but not biting. The snow had stopped for the moment, but the clouds looked ready to open for another dusting at any moment. Jin moved steadily through the list, taking a few moments to chat politely with those that wanted to, but keeping a good pace. He knew from past experience that the tent always took a while to set up, even after gathering all the items.

First block, second, third – the two knocked them out easily. The car was getting full, but Jin figured they could manage the last few without too much difficulty. He was rounding the corner to head to the craft store when he heard his name being called.

Jin stopped, turning to search for the voice.

“Hey, Kim Seokjin!”

Much to Jin’s surprise, Eunyoung was hurrying across the street. His chest clenched at the sight of her, remembering how they’d left things. He tucked away the list and smiled as she approached, trying to remain neutral.

“Eunyoung. How’ve you been?”

She nodded and smiled, but it faded quickly into a frown and she shook her head. “Not great.”

Jin’s neutral smile drooped. “I’m sorry… Jaeho…”

She nodded.

“Look, Eunyoung, I know you want me to stay away, but I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t—”

Eunyoung grimaced and went forward. She slammed into Jin hard, hugging him tightly and silencing him mid-sentence.

“I—” He hugged back after a moment, confused, but happy that she opted for a hug instead of a slap, at the very least.

She stepped back after a moment. “I was a bitch.”

“What?”

“When you told me about Jaeho. I lashed out and it wasn’t fair to you. I was being a bitch because I was hurt.”

“No… Eunyoung, you had every right.”

“No, I didn’t. My choices were my own. Blaming you for them… That isn’t right. You were always there for me. And I was upset when you left, I felt abandoned. But honestly… Thinking on it, even if you had offered to take me, I wouldn’t have said yes. It would’ve made no difference. I was cruel to take out my anger on you.”

Jin smiled weakly. He reached up, stroking her cheek. “Apology accepted. But really, I get it. I should have reached out more, again, tried harder. I’m sorry we lost touch, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I wish I could’ve been. Even if you don’t blame me, I know my actions did influence this all.”

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “But it doesn’t really matter. You kept yourself safe. You did what you had to. Hating you over that is as cruel as any of the times Jaeho beat on you.”

Jin sighed. “What are you going to do? About him?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I confronted him. About the situation. About what he did. He tried to start drama at the factory over it.”

Jin chuckled. “I know, my dad came home and went after me for it.”

“I’m sorry,” she grimaced. “I shouldn’t have said anything…”

“No. God, no. Don’t ever apologize for that. Eunyoung, you have a right to speak up, you have a voice. Never stay silent when someone’s hurting you.”

“I want to leave him,” she admitted. “He’s not good to the kids and he’s barely tolerable for me. Lately I’ve been finding every excuse I can to stay out on Mr. Oh’s farm with my father… I told him about what Jaeho did. Of course he didn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes. “Assumed you started it.”

Jin snorted. “Not surprised.”

“Me neither.” She sighed heavily. “But if I leave…” She drifted off.

“What about going back to school?” Jin offered. “You always loved math, what about an accounting degree, or something that you can put to use right away in a lot of jobs?”

“I have no money saved. And if I do leave him…” She shrugged. “I don’t know that I’d win much besides my clothes and my kids.”

“The house is yours, isn’t it?”

“Sure, but it’s my father’s, technically. And he’s not going to side with me.”

“There’s scholarships, loans that you can take out. It’s what I did.”

“I’m a bit old, aren’t I?”

“Not even close, I have a friend six years older than us who’s just starting school.”

“The kids?”

“There’s plenty of great programs in the city,” Jin said. “Online school for you, after school programs for the kids. I’m not telling you to divorce him, or to move to the city, but I’m just throwing suggestions.”

Eunyoung smiled softly, shaking her head. “I hate it.”

“Hate what?”

“This. Us. If things had been different… If we’d been… Compatible. I could’ve ended up with a sweet guy like you… Instead I settled for Jae.”

“Dating or not, Eunyoung…” Jin took her hands. “I’m not gonna run off again.”

“Oh, sure, you’re gonna leave your job and come here to live?”

Jin chuckled. “No, I’m going home in a few days. But what I mean… Is coming here was good for me. I fixed a lot that I’d left bad, and I learned some new things. I don’t see myself staying away too long.”

“Yeah? Only eight years instead of ten?”

Jin chuckled. “I’m planning on coming back this summer actually. A short visit. To pick up Jinki and Daeun’s kid.”

“Why?” She asked, her brows furrowing.

Jin shrugged. “Kid loves dance. My company does a camp for kids, it’s a month in the summer, sort of a music camp. I’m gonna sponsor their kiddo this year. So I have to come up and get them, and drop them off after. And who knows, maybe I’ll come up more often.”

Eunyoung chuckled. “You having a preteen for a whole month?”

“Why is everyone shocked by that?” Jin asked, exasperated. She laughed this time, shaking her head.

“I think it sounds cute. It’ll be fun.”

“I hope so. But what I’m saying is… I’ll be here more often. And when I’m not here… You have my number. If you need someone to talk to, I’m a call or a text away. If you need a place to crash in the city, I am more than happy to help. My apartment is small and if you choose to come while their kiddo’s there I can’t guarantee you’ll have much room, but,” he chuckled, “my door’s always open. And if you do decide to leave Jaeho… I can help you find a good lawyer, get what you deserve. I can work to help you get set up elsewhere too. Another town, the city… We can figure it out.”

Eunyoung’s expression softened as Jin spoke. She nodded, a small smile curving her mouth. “Even after I was so mean… You’d do all that?”

“I don’t think you were mean,” Jin said. “You were hurting. There was a wound that was ten years old that I ripped open this month, and then I dropped a bomb on your lap. You were upset, and you were hurt, and you reacted. It hurt, but… I’m not mad over it, and I understand it. And even if you were being mean… I love you, Eunyoung. I always have. Maybe not in the way that everyone wished, but… I care deeply for you. I want you happy and safe.”

She nodded, her chin wrinkling a little. Jin could see her eyes glazing a bit and knew she was trying not to cry.

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Don’t cry, it’s Christmas,” he said softly.

“Careful, someone’s gonna assume I’m having an affair with the city boy,” she teased.

“Oh yes, as if my inability to get an erection for a girl isn’t already printed in the town archives,” Jin joked, grinning when she laughed.

“What are you doing now?” Jin asked.

“I was looking for you. I went to your house but your Dad said you were in town helping your Mom with the event.”

“Yeah, gotta get the rest of the stuff. Wanna join me for a bit?”

Eunyoung chewed her lip, glancing around. “Can’t hurt,” she said. “My kids are with their grandpa until the event, then we’ll all come.”

“Where’s Jae?” Jin asked carefully. They began walking toward the craft shop.

“At home, I’d guess.” She chuckled. “I haven’t seen him for a few days… And I don’t particularly want to.”

“Probably for the best,” Jin admitted. He knocked on the door of the shop and waited, waving at the owner when she peeked out of the window.

The two worked together to get the last of Jin’s list done. As they placed the final box in the car, Eunyoung sighed. “I should go back, hang out with my kiddos and Dad for a while.”

“I’ll see you tonight,” Jin said.

“Yeah. Call me before you leave, okay? I wanna say bye.”

Jin nodded. He hugged Eunyoung tightly. “Thank you for finding me. For talking to me.” He said softly.

“I couldn’t leave things like that. It wasn’t fair.”

“Keep me posted too. On what you decide with Jae. No matter what, I’ll do what I can to help.”

“I appreciate that.” She leaned up, pecking Jin on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Jin.”

“Same to you, Eunyoung.”

He watched her walk away before heading down the street to find his mother and help her.

 Jin worked the rest of the afternoon helping his mother set up the tent. There were a few other townsfolk that popped in to help, but the mother and son duo managed most of it, finishing just in time for folks to start showing up. The sun began to set without Jin noticing; he was too busy helping folks as he could and organizing the tent as the groups came and went. Though the town was small, this event was the largest of the winter, and near everyone came to it, so it felt like a lot.

Jinki’s family came by toward evening, and Jin earned another hug from Jia. She held out her arms. “Like it?” She asked, showing off her coat. It was a light pink puffer jacket with a rich purple faux fur hood.

“It looks warm,” Jin said. “It suits you.” She beamed.

“Dad got it for me for Christmas.”

Jin met Jinki’s gaze and smirked. “I wonder if he had some help.”

“Dad’s secret,” Jinki joked.

Jia pulled at Jin until he leaned down a bit. “I told them last night,” she whispered. “About starting… Puberty. We’re moving my appointment up a little… I think we’ll start medicine in January.”

Jin grinned. “Excellent. I hope it goes smoothly.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Keep me updated.”

“I will.”

“Merry Christmas, kiddo.”

She grinned and headed off, waving to a boy across the park before rushing over to him. Daeun hugged Jin tightly. “In case we don’t see you before you go. Thank you, we’ll keep in touch.”

“Of course.” He kissed her cheek. He squeezed Jinki’s hand when he extended it.

“Thank you,” Jinki said. “I’m glad you’re back in our lives.”

“So am I,” Jin agreed honestly. He watched them walk off for a moment before his attention was taken by Mr. Ahn, who’d come by to ask a question.

 The crowded thinned out to the point that Jin was able to combine the remaining items on to one table as the sun fully dropped. The moonlight glinting off the snow gave a soft glow to everything, and the streetlights cast even more. The residents were beginning to gather around the tree, soft Christmas music playing through some speakers that had been set up around it.

Jin circled around the table, scanning the darkened area for his parents.

“Hey city stranger.”

The voice hit like a bucket of ice water. Jin froze. He stared straight ahead, almost afraid to turn around. He could have been imagining it, he supposed… He’d been busy all day, hadn’t eaten much… But he could feel someone staring.

Jin turned around slowly. It was no hallucination. Jimin stood a few feet away. He was wearing an expensive looking peacoat and black jeans tucked into boots. His hair was covered with a warm winter hat, and his hands were tucked into his pockets. Cheeks ruddy with the cold, Jin could see his breath escaping in little puffs through his slightly parted lips.

Jin set his jaw, the pain of the week prior ripping his through his stomach once more.

Jimin smiled, but it faded when Jin didn’t react. “I fucked up,” Jimin said softly, just loud enough for Jin to hear.

Jin remained silent. He tucked his own hands into his coat pockets.

Jimin looked down. He sighed, his shoulders rising and falling. He looked back up at Jin. “I’m sorry I ran.”

Jin clenched his teeth. “Fine. Apology accepted.” He turned on his heel, heading toward the crowd. He heard crunching snow and Jimin’s hand wrapped around his arm, yanking him back. Jin wrenched his arm free and spun around, much closer to Jimin than he thought. “What do you want?” He hissed.

Jimin flinched, looking up at him. “I want to explain.”

“You already did. In your letter.”

“No. I—” Jimin sighed. “I thought I did. I thought I was doing the right thing. I was a coward. I was scared of hurting you, and I—”

“You weren’t scared of hurting me,” Jin hissed. “If you had been you would’ve told me to my face the problem, instead of leaving me a note and scurrying back to the city with your tail between your legs. You were protecting yourself.”

“Fine.” Jimin nodded. “That’s fair. And I thought I was. I’ve never done… Relationships. I’ve never been asked to. So when you did I—I froze. I figured I wasn’t capable of it. So I freaked and I ran.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Still doesn’t explain why you came back. You got what you wanted already.”

Jimin blinked, a startled pain crossing his features momentarily. “What I wanted? What do you think… What do you think I wanted, Jin?”

“You got the contracts. You got a piece of ass. Everything a young city professional needs to be happy.”

Jimin winced again, looking down. “Also a fair accusation. But it’s not true.” He sighed. “Please, let me talk… You can be mad, but… Please hear me out.”

Jin nodded, crossing his arms.

“I did go back to the city planning to try and forget about you. I thought it was what was right. What worked. You and I were in different places. You wanted long term and a calm happiness and I’m… Just so much. A big ball of chaos. I… I don’t do calm or stable, and I never have. I didn’t think it was for me. But this past week, I… Every day I spent most of the day thinking about you. But not just… You. About what you’d said. About how that could feel. I’d go to sleep imagining what it’d be like to wake up next to the same person every day. Come home and go on dates with just one person, telling stories and remembering important events and birthdays and…” He sighed softly. “I’ve never had that, and I didn’t think I wanted it. When I thought about it that night, it scared me. But as it kept… Sitting in my mind I started to long for it. And I started to long for you. I didn’t realize how… Fucking head over heels I am for you, or how fast it happened.”

Jimin sniffled. He pulled a hand from his pocket and wiped the corner of his eye, blinking quickly. “I knew I’d fucked up. About halfway through the week. I knew it, and I… I wanted to text or call. But I knew that I’d hurt you. So I tried to stay away. But it’s just… Eating me up inside and I needed to see you again. I needed to tell you I was wrong, and I’m sorry for what I did.”

Jimin met Jin’s gaze, his eyes wet. Jin felt his heart clench a little, his expression softening a bit. He was still upset, but Jimin was being genuine. That meant something, at least.

“I don’t expect you to agree to try dating me seriously again. I know I may have lost that gift and I wouldn’t blame you at all. But I… I’m hoping that I can earn your trust and forgiveness and that… Maybe we can at least be friends.”

Jin sighed. He didn’t know exactly how to answer. Jimin’s words tossed in his mind like a small tidal wave, warring with the pain of the letter and the hurt he’d felt over the week.

“They’re going to light the tree soon,” Jin said softly. “Come watch it with me.”

He set his hand on Jimin’s shoulder and guided him over toward the crowd. They stood at the back of it, close enough to see, but not close enough to be easily overheard.

Jin could feel Jimin staring at him as they stood side by side. He remained silent though, and for that Jin was grateful. He needed some time to process and to think. His heart was screaming one thing, his mind was screaming another. Two warring sides, and he wasn’t sure which one to follow.

Finally, he looked at Jimin. “You hurt me a lot. What you did.”

Jimin nodded.

“I wish you’d just talked to me. Let me know how you were feeling. I could have talked it through with you, and we could have decided to take it slower, or maybe to just be friends… If you’d talked, it would have saved both of us from this week’s heartache.”

Jimin nodded again, closing his eyes.

“I fell hard for you too, Jimin. Harder than I have for anyone in a very long time. When I let you have sex with me, it wasn’t a casual whim, I… I did feel something.”

“Do you still?” Jimin whispered, meeting his gaze.

“I—” Jin froze. Jimin’s shoulders sank.

“Or is it just pain now?” He whispered.

“There’s hurt,” Jin agreed. “But… I can’t say I don’t… It’d be a lie. I do still feel something for you. I wouldn’t be so hurt if I didn’t. I’m scared you’ll hurt me again.”

“I understand. I can say I won’t but… We both know it’s easy to say things and do something else.”

“It is.” Jin nodded. “And it’s easy to make mistakes. Sometimes big ones, some small… We all fuck up. It’s how we grow. You learned that a boring, stable life might not be so bad after all.”

Jimin smiled softly and nodded. “It sounds nice, actually,” he confessed, looking down.

“People grow and change… If this trip has taught me anything it’s that. So holding a grudge for a mistake that someone’s learned from is… Unfair, I think.”

Jimin looked over again. “Does that mean… You’ll give me another chance?”

Jin pursed his lips a moment. “We’ll take it slow. I don’t expect a marriage license and a shared apartment in the first week. Dates… Some nights together. Some days hanging out… Stability and… Dating with the intent of long term, if it works. That’s a good place to start.”

Jimin’s mouth curved upward into a tentative smile.

Suddenly, the park was lit with a rainbow of lights. Jin looked up, seeing the large tree decorated with baubles and strings of light, shining brightly. He smiled softly. “That’s so much more beautiful than I remember.” He whispered.

“It’s stunning,” Jimin agreed. “I’m glad I got to see it… This stuff doesn’t happen in the city.”

Jin looked at Jimin, reaching over and taking his hand. He twined their fingers together. Jimin’s face was lit up by the lights of the tree, and the chatter of the townsfolk was growing as they milled around it. It wouldn’t be long before they were noticed.

“A good place to start?” Jin said again, leaving it a question. Jimin nodded.

“I think that’s an excellent place to start.”

Jin smiled softly. “I’m sorry we fought,” he said.

“Me too. I’ll work harder to talk to you… I won’t run.”

“Please don’t,” Jin whispered. He touched Jimin’s cheek gently. “Just trust me, okay? We can get through things.”

Jimin smiled softly. “I trust you.”

Their lips met tentatively at first, but deepened naturally. Jin pulled Jimin a little closer, wrapping an arm around his middle as they kissed under the Christmas lights.

It wasn’t exactly the Hallmark romance that he’d gone to his hometown wishing for. There was no reformed school bully or magically handsome classmate. But there was a big city businessman, stuck in a small town for the holidays with lessons to be learned about love. No, it wasn’t a cliché trope. It was better. He won the heart of the handsome stranger… And learned that he already had everything else he needed, right at home.

[captainpikeachu]

Stumbled onto this while looking at the tags bc I guess tumblr’s tagging system for mobile is shit and I don’t go looking for people spewing BS about me but if I see it then I’m not gonna just lay down and take it

Some guy decided to cherry pick and crop up my post about a Peacemaker and Rick Flag scene and John Cena’s acting choices in that scene to try and paint me as a “Peacemaker stan” so he can better rag on me to his buddies for online performative brownie points

1) I’m not a Peacemaker stan, the literal opening sentence of my post, which anyone can see the full post on my blog, literally states that I think he’s a shitty person. Also I literally only ever made that one post about Peacemaker, I don’t stan the character, I only posted about that scene because I thought it illuminated something interesting about the character which is literally the fucking point of telling a good fictional story 😑

2) this person goes on to try to morally judge me for “simping for two borderline fash” and that my “uwu” header art is bad taste but people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones when this person with such moral superiority literally “simps” for a character who isn’t even “borderline fash” but literally so while willing to murder children

(but hey i guess fascism is in fashion if it’s a girlboss woman doing it)

3) notice how he deliberately only brings up John in my header art but ignores the existence of Lemar because it doesn’t fit this guy’s narrative, just like he had to crop out my full post to make me look like I’m a Peacemaker stan

If people wanna talk about me, talk about me, I don’t give a shit, I like what I like and I don’t apologize for it, if that upsets you, whatever

but don’t try to lie about me while you’re being a fucking hypocrite 🖕

[moonymoon90]

Thanks to @comfortabletextiles for tagging me, I'm only slow to answer :D

1. Why did you choose your URL - Moony Moon it's an old nickname that I used for forums (a really wrong self-made translation for Luna Loony Lovegood), with time it stuck, some friends are so used calling me Moony that get confused when I'm called by my birth name XD

2. Any side blogs? - two, actually, both on hiatus because consistence is my nemesis: @thestarandthephoenix, that should be the blog for my costumes (it could be active again soon) and @theartofmoonymoon, a sketch and illustrations blog... alas, I've had not much time for those lately...

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?- No idea... 5/6 years?

4. Do you have a queue tag? - what is a queue tag?

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? - I started reblogging what I liked/believed in... it' still a bit rough to create content and communicate with others...

6.why did you choose your icon/pfp - It' a self portrait! Sort of... but I like it

9. How many mutuals do you have? - Don't know precicely... more or less ten...?

7. Why did you choose your header? - They are my very first croquis for my very first 1860 ball gown (that ended looking nothing like that)

8. What's your post with the most notes? - The one of the second day of Tour de fleece 2021

10. How many followers do you have? - 63

11. How many people do you follow? - 599

12. Have you ever made a shit post? - I think not... But could be wrong

13. How often do you use Tumblr? - I scroll a bit every day... write or answering a LOT more rarely

14. Did you ever had a fight argument with another blog? - I made a shitty comment once, uderstood that, made my apologies, the end

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog posts?" - I understand that and, even if in the long run find it terrinly annoying, understand the need to remark the concept.

16. Do you like tag games? - A lot, it's a funny way to shere bizzarre interests

17. Do you like ask games? - Read answer 16

18. Which of your mutuals you think is Tumblr famous? - No idea, tou can be tumblr famous?

tagtagtag... @swords-n-spindles, @iplaywithstring, @release-the-sheep, aaaaand I've no other ideas XD