#god i miss the days of a big bang 😭😭

[iampeachless]

so if i asked someone to beta read my supernatural fic is that like..... something yall still do around here???

[shitsndgiggs]

Can you make a fic of kenan forgetting about his girlfriend birthday while he hangs out with his friends and one of the friends remind him that and he directly leaves and goes to reader?

Also I missed your fics sm 😭🤍

MAKING IT UP TO YOU - KENAN YILDIZ

Kenan forgetting your birthday

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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The day had started like any other—Kenan left early for training, followed by plans to hang out with his friends.

I didn’t expect anything grand or flashy for my birthday, but a small text, a “Happy Birthday, babe,” would’ve been nice. Instead, I spent the morning checking my phone, only to be met with silence.

By afternoon, I’d resigned myself to the fact that Kenan had forgotten. A lump formed in my throat, but I brushed it aside, convincing myself not to let it get to me.

He’s busy, I told myself. Maybe he’d planned a surprise for later. But as the hours ticked by, any hopes of a surprise dwindled.

Meanwhile, Kenan was hanging out with his friends, completely oblivious to the date. They were sitting at a café, laughing and chatting, when one of his friends, casually asked, "Hey, aren’t you doing anything for Y/N’s birthday today?"

Kenan blinked, the words slowly sinking in like a punch to the gut. His face dropped, eyes wide with realization. “Her… birthday?” he muttered, panic instantly rising in his chest.

His friend raised an eyebrow, sipping his drink. “You didn’t forget, did you?”

Kenan shot up from his seat, the chair screeching against the floor. "Oh, shit. I completely forgot!" He grabbed his jacket, fumbling with his phone.

“How could I forget?” His voice was frantic now, tinged with guilt as he gathered his things in a hurry. “I gotta go—like, right now.”

He bolted out the door, his heart pounding. How had he managed to forget something so important? The guilt gnawed at him as he quickly dialed a florist, hoping to salvage what was left of the day. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy—he’d messed up, big time.

Back at the apartment, I sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone with a heavy heart. Messages from friends and family had poured in all day, wishing me a happy birthday.

But the one message I wanted more than anything? Still nothing. I sighed, tossing my phone aside and pulling a blanket around me.

Just then, the door flew open with a loud bang, and Kenan stumbled in, out of breath, holding a large bouquet of flowers that looked like they were grabbed in a rush. He was panting, his hair messy from running.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, voice high-pitched with desperation.

I looked up from the couch, raising an eyebrow. “Kenan…”

“Babe, I—oh God, I’m so sorry. I messed up. I’m an idiot,” he blurted out, stumbling over his words as he rushed toward me, thrusting the flowers into my hands. “Happy birthday!”

I stared at him, trying to suppress the hurt. “You forgot,” I said softly, feeling the sting of those words as I said them aloud.

His face fell even more, if that was possible. “I know. I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how I could’ve been so stupid. I was with the guys and—" He stopped himself, taking a deep breath, and crouched down in front of me, his hands gently grabbing mine. “I don’t have any excuses. I should’ve remembered.”

I let out a small sigh, looking at the bouquet in my lap. “You didn’t even text me, Kenan. I waited all day.”

The guilt on his face deepened. “I know, and I’m the worst for it. I swear, I’ll spend the rest of the day making it up to you. The rest of the year, even,” he added, a desperate edge to his voice. “Just don’t be mad. Please.”

I couldn’t help it—his panicked, puppy-like expression broke through my walls just a little. But I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. “The rest of the year?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a long time.”

He nodded vigorously. “Yes! The rest of the year, and the next one too. I’ll start right now,” he said, grabbing his wallet from his pocket and handing me his card. “Here, take this. Go buy whatever you want.”

I blinked at him. “You’re bribing me now?”

He looked even more panicked, scrambling to explain. “No, no, it’s not like that! I just… I just want you to be happy. Please, tell me how to fix this.”

I looked at his face, the guilt and sincerity so clear in his eyes, and despite the frustration, I felt my heart soften. “You really feel bad, huh?”

“More than you know,” he said quietly, his eyes pleading. “I love you, and I’m so sorry I made you feel like I forgot. You mean everything to me.”

I sighed, setting the flowers aside and tugging him closer by his jacket. “Fine. But this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

He grinned, relief flooding his face. “Fair enough.”

I smiled a little, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re panicking.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his lap, burying his face in my neck. “You’re not allowed to leave me alone with the guys ever again. Apparently, I lose my brain.”

“Apparently,” I teased, running my fingers through his hair.

“Let me take you out, okay? Anywhere you want to go. I’ll give you the birthday you deserve,” he mumbled against my skin, his voice still tinged with guilt.

I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. “You better,” I said softly. “And for the record… I love you too.”

His face lit up with a relieved smile, and he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I swear, I’ll make this the best night ever.”

“Kenan,” I smirked, looking at the mess he had made in his rush to get here. “It better be, or I’m using that card to buy a lot of shoes.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Deal.”

[be-my-sunrise]

The Masked Man || p.js

pairings: jason role-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minor pls dni

wc: 3,551

warnings: phone sex, mutual masturbation, use of sex toy, choking, use of pet names and derogatory terms, reader had a dream about having sex with jisung. let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: this fic is a part of 1-800-SLASHER collab by @jenoslutie !! i apologize for being late, i was supposed to post this on halloween but it took me longer than i thought. also, i really tried writing the "scary" part but turns out i suck at it and i feel like the ending is ASS omg😭 happy late halloween!<3 enjoy~

“Hold up.. Phone sex with who now?”

“With Ghostface! The other day, I got so bored and came across this website called 1-800-SLASHERS. So, these people role-play as slashers, like Michael Myers and Ghostface, and we can have phone sex with them!”

You furrow your brows in confusion upon hearing your best friend, Giselle's, story. Staring at her face in disbelief through the video call on your laptop.

“And you paid them for that?”

“Well, duhh, obviously.” Giselle rolls her eyes at your question. “You should try it, too, you know.”

“No way, it’s so ridiculous! The idea itself is just crazy, like.. why would I want to do that?”

Honestly, you can’t even begin to think why would people want to pay a random person to role-play as a scary character and have phone sex with them. You feel like it’s just a waste of money, and the idea of having phone sex with a complete stranger is just weird to you.

“I’m just saying, don’t judge until you actually try it yourself. Plus, I remember you once said, and I quote, “I would definitely bang Jason Voorhees.” 

Giselle grins widely and wiggles her eyebrows teasingly at you. You groaned, face-palming yourself at the memory. “Oh my God, that was the one time we played ‘fuck, marry, kill'! Technically, I have to choose one of them.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Deflect all you want, girl, but the heavy emphasis on ‘definitely’ says a lot.” 

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

“Aww thanks, I try to.”

You glance at the time and realize that it’s getting late, remembering the unfinished assignment that is due tomorrow morning. You quickly bid your goodbyes to Giselle and hang up the call. Thankfully, you were almost done with the assignment when you suddenly received a call from your friend.

The next morning in class, your mind starts to wander from whatever topic the professor is currently talking about, thinking about plans to do during the weekend. It was Friday after all. In fact, it happens to be Friday the 13th, which made you recall the conversation with Giselle last night. You still don't understand the excitement behind it. Not that you're against it though, it's just not exactly a thing that you would do. But, the more you think about it, the more curious you get. 

The day goes by like a blur. After dinner, you sit on the couch, switching between TV channels to find anything to watch. You were about to switch to Netflix, but you stopped when your eyes caught the title of the movie. Friday the 13th. 

"Of course they have this playing right now," you scoff. 

Not knowing what else to watch, you decide to watch the movie anyway. Even though your eyes are glued to the screen, your mind wanders elsewhere. "What was that website again? 1-800-SLASHERS?" You thought to yourself. Despite what you kept saying, you just can't seem to get your mind off of it.

You unlock your phone and open the browser app, quickly typing out the website URL before pressing enter. The first thing you see after the page is loaded is the name 1-800-SLASHERS in big bloody letters. 

Just right below the name of the website, you find a list of the character names along with photos of the role-players in their sexy costumes. Well, it's not exactly costumes because all of them are almost naked while also wearing the scary masks. As you scroll through the list, you finally find the one character you're most interested in. You tap the photo to take a good look at the guy wearing a Jason mask, eyebrows raising when you realize that he's shirtless. 

He's sitting on a chair in a very laid-back position, knees wide apart, and his head slightly tilted to the side. His hands rested on top of his thighs with one hand holding a sharp knife. The photo was taken in dim lighting, but you can still clearly see his toned figure. You zoomed in on his body, eyes trailing down from his broad shoulders to his abs. His gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, giving you a peek of his v-line. When you look further down, your eyes widened in surprise seeing his cock print, almost choking on your spit. You bite down on your bottom lip at the sight, wishing he pulled it out instead of hiding it under his pants.

You quickly make an account and manage the payment settings. When it's all set up, you go back to the list page. A tab pops up when you tap his profile, showing you a call and video call button. You can't believe that you're actually considering this. But, after seeing a visual of the role-player, you can't stop yourself even if you want to. You hesitated a bit, not wanting to show your face.

"Maybe a call would be better for now."

Suddenly feeling nervous, you stare at the phone screen as you wait for the call to connect. Then the ringing stops and you move the phone closer to your mouth, clearing your throat before talking.

"Hello?"

"Hey there." Your breath hitches in your throat hearing a deep voice through the speaker.

"Hi, uhh.. what's up?"

There was a short silence followed by a low chuckle from the guy at the receiving end of the call.

"Oh, I'm doing good. You?"

"Me too."

You let out a nervous laugh, lowkey cringing at yourself. It's not like you haven't done this before, you've had phone sex with your ex-boyfriend a couple of times in your last relationship. But that was almost two years ago, so you can't help but feel weird and nervous.

"What's your name, doll?"

"You can call me y/n."

"Y/N. Such a pretty name for a beautiful girl like you."

"Oh, umm thank you. So.. should we get started?" You ask him, and he chuckles before answering. 

"Yeah, sure. Tell me what you're wearing right now."

"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts."

"Take off your shorts, doll."

You mumbled okay and set your phone down before hooking your thumbs on the waistband, slightly lifting your hips to take off your shorts along with your panties. Even though you're still nervous, you can feel yourself slowly relaxing, thanks to his voice. His deep voice sounds so calming, yet so sexy at the same time. Your mind goes back to the photo you saw before the call, pressing your thighs together at the thought of him. You imagine him sitting on the same chair, one hand around his cock, slowly pumping himself as he talks with you.

"I took off my shorts, and my panties too."

He hums in satisfaction, "Mmm you're such a good girl for me, taking off your panties before I told you to. Now, touch yourself where you want me most."

You move your hand towards your core, collecting the wetness on your fingers before pressing it against your clit. A small moan falls from your lips as you rub circles on the sensitive bud.

"Is my pretty doll touching herself?"

"Yes," you paused. "I wish it was your fingers instead of mine."

"Yeah? Tell me more, doll. What do you want me to do?"

You rub your clit faster, letting out a breathy moan as you put in more pressure. "Wish you were here too, I want to feel your fingers inside me."

He snickers, "Oh, baby, my fingers won't be the only thing you're getting if I'm there with you."

Closing your eyes, you slip two fingers into your core. You moan out loudly from the stretch, imagining it was his cock. 

"Bet you look so pretty around my cock. All fucked out, moaning and begging me to fuck you harder." 

Suddenly you hear a glass shattering, making your eyes fly open in shock. You look around to find the source of the noise, only to realize that it was coming from the TV. You see Jason punching through a small glass window to choke one of the female characters. You bite your lip and start pumping your fingers faster, making you whimper.

"Fuck, I need you so bad. I want you to choke me while you're fucking me senseless."

He lets out a groan in response, tightening the grip around his cock as he strokes faster. His heavy breaths can be heard through the speaker, making your eyes flutter close at the sound of his noises.

"My pretty doll likes it when I choke her, hm?"

"Fuck, yes. I want you to choke me until I pass out."

"My, my.. what a naughty doll you are," he chuckles. 

You feel a familiar knot in your stomach, muscles tense as you're reaching your climax. You put the phone down next to you, using your now free hand to rub circles on your clit, gasping from the added stimulation.

"Shit, I'm so close."

"Me too. Cum for me, doll. I wanna hear your pretty moans."

Your jaw goes slack from the orgasm, moaning loudly as you rock your hips to ride out your high. He mutters profanities under his breath hearing you moan. You can hear him panting, breath hitching in his throat as he also rides out his high.

"Hey, umm thank you for this. I think I'm gonna end the call now." You say, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Yeah, no problem. Hope I can see you next time, doll."

You press the end call button and get up to grab tissues to wipe your hands. After that, you turn off the TV and head to the bathroom to clean yourself.

***

A few days passed after the phone sex and you can't seem to get your mind off him. All you can think about is doing inappropriate things with him. Riding his cock until your legs go numb, leaving claw marks on his chest, and the list goes on. Oh, and his voice. Gosh.. his voice was sexy as fuck. You want him to whisper praises in your ear as he rails you.

You moan into the pillow, hands gripping the sheets. The guy behind you thrusts his hips roughly, burying his cock deep inside you.

"Fuck, feels so good." You say, voice slightly muffled.

"I can't hear you clearly with your face against the pillow, doll."

Your heart beats faster hearing the familiar voice and the pet name he used. He suddenly flips your body so you're lying on your back, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. Your eyes widened in shock seeing the masked man before you. Even though his face is covered with a Jason mask, you still recognize his deep voice.

He leans his body closer, pressing your thighs and chest together in the process. He rests his hand next to your head and wraps the other one around your neck, blocking your airflow. Your eyes flutter close, moaning loudly as he continues to fuck you. 

"Ah, ah, ah. Eyes on me, doll. I wanna see your eyes get glazed over."

He mutters good girl under his breath when you open your eyes. Your mouth hangs open as you feel his grip around your throat get tighter with each thrust. He tilts his head to the side and chuckles.

"What's wrong, doll? You want this, don't you? You begged me to choke you while I fuck you dumb." 

Panic starts to fill your chest, but all you can think about is how good his cock is making you feel. You weakly claw at his hand, trying to pry it away and he just laughs at you mockingly. You start to feel dizzy, eyelids getting heavier as your vision darkens from the lack of air.

You suddenly open your eyes and your body jolts up in shock, hand clutching your neck as you gasp for air. You look around frantically only to find yourself in the dark. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you start to calm down realizing that you're inside your bedroom. You had fallen asleep while watching a video on your laptop. It's now dark outside and only the soft glow from the moon is illuminating your room. You get off the bed and carefully walk across the room to turn on the lights, making you squint from the brightness. Then, you go to the bathroom to splash your face with cold water. After you're done, you stare at your reflection in the mirror.

"Wait.. did I just have a wet dream about that Jason role-player?" 

The wetness between your legs confirms your thought, making you blush as the realization hits. You touch your neck remembering the way he choked you in your dream and how good he made you feel. The thought of his cock filling you up nicely makes you press your thighs together. 

You go back to your room and reach for the laptop in your bed, quickly typing the website name in the search bar. You strip your clothes off, leaving your bra and panties on, which thankfully is a matching set. When the page loads, you scroll down to look for the guy who role-plays as Jason. Once you find his profile, you adjust the pillow and your sitting position so now your back is comfortably resting against the headboard. You open the nightstand drawer next to you and reach for the vibrator and a dildo before setting it aside. 

After turning on the webcam and clicking the video call button, you set your laptop down in front of you, making sure your body is seen on the camera. The line suddenly stops ringing and then you see him. He's shirtless, just like in the profile photo, only wearing gray sweatpants with the mask. You didn't even realize that you were staring until he snapped you from your daze.

"Hello? Hey, you okay?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry, I was too busy admiring the view."

He let out a small laugh, "I can say the same to you too."

"I'm not sure if you remember, but I called you here the other day. I'm y/n."

"Ah, yes, my pretty doll. Glad I can finally see you."

"You know, I can't get my mind off of you. I even had a dream about you." You bite your lip, debating whether to tell him about the dream you just had or not, but then you decide to just go for it. 

"We were having sex and then you choked me. I couldn't breathe, but all I cared about was how good your cock felt."

"Is that so? Take off your panties, doll. Show me how good I made you feel."

He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your soaked panties, palming himself through the pants while he waits for you to take off your panties. Once you take it off, you spread your legs wide and adjust the webcam so he can get a nice view of your glistening pussy, but can still see your face as well.

"Fuck, baby. Even your pussy looks so pretty."

You start rubbing your clit in small circles, moaning from even the slightest stimulation. You throw your head back as you pick up the pace, the pleasure making you dizzy. His cock twitches in his pants, clearly enjoying the show you're giving him. He pulls out his hardening cock, letting out a breathy moan as he slowly strokes his length. The noises he makes catch your attention. You were so horny you forgot that you're still in a video call. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of his cock. It's even better than you imagined. His cock is long and thick, you can feel your mouth watering.

"I need you so bad," you whimper.

"Yeah? You want me to fill you up nicely with my cock?"

"Fuck, yes please. I want you to stuff me full with your cock."

You grab the vibrator next to you, turning it on before pressing it against your clit. You moan loudly from the sensation, mouth itching to scream out his name. But then you realize you don't know his name.

"Tell me your name, please?"

"Sorry, doll. I can't tell you that."

"Please? I want to scream out your name," you beg. 

"I can't–"

"Tell me your name, please! I'll pay you!" You cry out from frustration. You're so close and you have been holding back, wanting to scream his name as you cum. "Please, I'll Venmo you right now, just tell me your username."

He grew silent for a moment, considering your offer. He feels bad about using you, but he knows you're too horny to think twice before paying him just to know his name and the extra money would be nice. It's actually against the policies, but at this point, he's also too turned on to care.

"Jspark."

Once he says his username, you quickly grab your phone and send him the money. He glances at his phone when he gets the notification, smirking as he sees the amount of money he received.

"Oh my pretty doll, I didn't know you're such a pathetic slut. You're so horny you didn't even think before throwing your money at me just to know my name so you can get off." He laughs at you mockingly before telling you his name, "I'm Jisung. Go ahead and scream my name, doll"

"Jisung!" 

You scream his name as you finally let go, back arching against the bed from the pleasure. You moan loudly as you ride out your high. He pumps his length faster, chest heaving up and down. You reach for the dildo and rub the tip against your slit. 

“I would love to see that in your mouth, doll. Get it all nice and wet for me?”

You close your lips around the tip, grimacing at the taste of your arousal. You lean closer to the camera before pushing the dildo into your mouth. You look straight into the camera as you bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as you suck the toy. Jisung can feel his cock throb in need, wishing it was his cock in your mouth. He imagined you kneeling in front of him, wrapping your pretty lips around his cock as you look up at him innocently through your lashes. The idea of you deep-throating his cock pushes him to the edge. Eyes close while his jaw goes slack. His abdomen tensed as he dumps his load on his stomach. Jisung let out a breathy laugh when he realized that you had turned the vibrator on again, pressing it against your clit while you suck the toy. 

“Look what you do to me, doll. I came once and I’m still hard as fuck.” He says while pumping his cock. You remove the toy from your mouth and suck in deep breaths. The way you look at him innocently with tears in your eyes and swollen lips, Jisung swears he could cum again right then and there.

“I got this all nice and wet for you, Jisung.” 

“Good girl. Now, put that in your pussy and keep the vibrator on your clit.”

Slowly, you push the dildo into your core. A broken moan falls from your lips as the toy stretches you out. The slight discomfort from the stretch feels so delicious that you don't even wait for yourself to adjust.

"Fuck, I wish this was your cock instead." You flick your wrist faster, the angle making you brush against your sweet spot. 

"Poor baby, is it not big enough for you? You still need my cock to stretch you out, hm?"

Overwhelmed by the double stimulation, you can only babble nonsense in response. Your thighs tremble from the pleasure as you move your hips to meet the dildo halfway, pushing the toy deeper. You pick up the pace when you feel the familiar knot in your stomach once again.

"I'm so close." 

"I don't think you deserve to cum, doll."

"Please, Jisung, I can't hold it anymore!" 

Jisung throws his head back as he grips his cock while fondling his balls using the other hand. His cock twitching in his hand, signaling that he is also reaching his climax. 

"Beg me."

"Jisungie~ please?"

His head felt like spinning. The noises you make and the way you whine his name drives him crazy.

"Fuck, y/n. I love it when you say my name. Go ahead, baby. Cum for me."

You let out a long moan, legs shaking from the intense climax. Jisung's breath hitches in his throat, panting as he cums as well. For a moment, only heavy breathing and a soft buzzing noise can be heard while both of you catch your breath. You pull out the dildo and turn the vibrator off.

"Thank you, Jisungie. That was great." You give him a weak smile. 

"Likewise, doll. I haven't cummed that hard lately," he chuckles.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go now. Maybe I'll see you again next time."

"I'm counting on it."

You end the call and close your laptop. You slip under the comforter and decide to clean up in the morning. You drift off to sleep, hoping that you would dream about Jisung again.

[pearblossomrain]

a rather tired summary of my birthday gp (it's 4am the next day for me so...):

[p.s. i missed last week's because it was at 3am and i had work at like 9am 💀]

• wow this is kind of a terrible home race for perez 😭 it's so bad i genuinely feel sorry for him cos this is just not it at all

• lap one crash oh real racing is so back....no but genuinely did someone curse this gp bc i feel like we've had 10 red flags/crashes already???

• speaking of crashes it's a miracle they got george russell's car ready in time for qualis like that thing was BANGED UP

• being a yuki fan ain't for the weak like wdym top 3 in fp then out in q2 of quali and THEN a dnf?? i swear he's had more dnfs than anybody this season and it's not even his fault?? everybody and their mums crashing into him 😭

• anyways kudos to piastri from making it into the points after starting from hell alongside perez because of, you guessed it, yet Another collision/crash....maybe mexico should have hired a team of religious leaders to bless the track 💀

• the saubers managed p14 and p15 hey those are MY goats!!! (that team is in such a bad state i cheer every time they aren't last and im not even a fan)

• on the topic of goats....haas consistently being in the points was sure as hell not on my bingo but hey i'll take it?? good for them like they're driving a shitbox and a half but pulling that damn thing UP

• enough yapping onto the big issues like that 20s penalty??? that's actually kind of ridiculous like we used to have a 5s penalty for that EXACT thing why is it suddenly 10s and stacked.....fia really are just doing whatever they want i swear

• ferrari. SCUDERIA FERRARI. why did they make charles hold back?? you do that when you're very comfortably ahead and think you can easily hold on to ur positions not when a mclaren ROCKETSHIP is about to chase ur ass down?? girl u could have gotten a 1-2 two weeks in a row!!

• in other news rip to fernando alonso like dnf-ing on ur 400th race start and not even bc of racing but due to ur CAR is mental did somebody sabotage that thing 😭

• the rookies are kind of funny like liam lawson just picking up enemies left right and center omfg i support track terrorism all the time but the middle finger wasn't necessary tbh.....and colapinto oh my god seriously someone get him in a seat for next year he's so funny and delivering like come ON.

• at this point i sound like a college student trying to extend their essay and hit a word count but i genuinely did NOT realize gasly was somehow in the points until the end?? when tf did any of that happen. when did he start p8 am i just blind af??

• also already covered this separately but seeing the 2 mercedes suddenly fight had me yelling at my screen like GUYS WE HAVE BIGGER ENEMIES AHEAD WYDDD we can't have a british civil war!!!! 🤡

tldr; so many red flags and collisions i felt like i was going insane. also i am never staying up for another race again the latest i'm going is midnight and that's it 💀💀 maybe i'm growing old or something but im not built for late night watching help

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast Watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 39: The Captive Comet Season 1, Episode 40: The Little Prince

Episode 39: The Captive Comet OH BOY IS THIS THE EPISODE I THINK IT IS, THIS IS GONNA BE FUN

Opening with Haggar dishing out some lore, yes please universe started with a big bang and that apparently created a comet that acted like a black hole that at some point Voltron banished to a far corner of the universe inch resting

this was a fairy tale for drule children? i wonder how that story would've gone

ROMELLE WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

"take it easy zarkon, eaaaasy" Haggar smokes weed for sure

she sacrificed a star fleet to be able to control the comet, another thing that feels so similar to a plot point in vf

did they just pull Romelle out of her cell just to let her freak out about the omega comet heading to arus 😭 what a petty move lotor

smart cookie, she found a way to contact the team before getting found out

"human on arus" so is arus like a colony of earths that slowly became its own governing body? Inch resting, they will still be aliens to me though

how does Coran know about the secret plan that happened before voltron split into lions if he only found out voltron after it was split into 5?? I'm gonna make this lore make sense by the end of the episode I swear

early voltron formation, shits about to get real

oh man they already got to the comet? also why did Allura look so young in that scene?

Keith: maybe your right Lance: I know im right! get his ass lance

the secret plan is to go 4 sector power setting?? oh this is so a trap YEAH ITS A TRAP THEY'RE GETTING SUCKED INTO THE COMET AND LOTOR USED ROMELLE TO GET VOLTRON TO DO IT WHAT THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD PLAN

oh man voltron is trapped trapped for realises this time, he can't even get out of the comet's gravity

ofc they contacted the alliance for help, and they'd rather let Voltron die instead of giving any help "ill see what i can do" literally i want the alliance broken

PRINCE BANDOR COMING IN TO HELP THE TEAM LETS GOO again i need to make this lore make sense and by the end of this show i fucking will

YES I WAS RIGHT THEY'RE DEAD THE TEAM ACTUALLY DIED OH MY GOD YESS THIS IS SUCH A GOOD EPISODE

and now an entire fleet of doom (lol) is heading towards Arus IS THAT THE END OF THE EPISODE HOLY SHIT

/episode end

Episode 40: The Little Prince TWO PART EPISODE LETS GO

recaap time since this was a weekly premiering show

literally starting off with an invasion of Arus now that Voltron is gone, this is wild especially because it's not even the season finale

"Coran made the situation worse by calling Prince Bandor for help" I HATE THE GARRISON I HATE THE GARRISON I HATE THE GARRISON BARK BITE SNARL

"little fella" bandor you're only taller than pidge by a head shut up LMAO

Coran actually doing work for once and helping out, he's becoming a dependable person slowly but surely

Lotor is yelling about this next robeast being the most powerful there is,, my guy you say this every time just pick one of them to back and stick with it

"sorry we shouldve helped you when you asked earlier but now we're fucked and we genuinely can't do anything now <3" FUCK THE GARRISON I HATE THE GARRISON RAAA

GOD IS THAT YOU?? WHAT IS THIS

THEY'RE LITERALLY MEETING GOD AND SHE'S GIVING THEM A CHOICE, GO TO HEAVEN OR KEEP LIVING AND GO TO HELL WHEN THEY REALLY DIE

what heroes, they chose to end up going to hell if it meant being able to save the universe IMMEDIATELY NOTING THIS DOWN FOR FUTURE ANGST EVEN THOUGH I ALREADY KNEW ABOUT IT

VOLTRON LITERALLY HAS THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON THEIR SIDE LMAOO

back to romelle and now she's chained up, what did they do to you bestie

ITS BANDOR COMING FOR HIS SISTER HE'S SO REAL FOR THAT

there he is! voltron to save the day and destroy that robeast with blazing sword!

i'm sorry couldn't follow lotor to planet doom? what bullshit

IS GOD TALKING TO ROMELLE? OH MY GOD, SHE GOT SHOT INTO THE PIT OF SKULLS NOT PUSHED

THIS IS A THREE PARTER HELLO???

/episode end

[sapphire-weapon]

I just wanted to say that as a person in their early 20s who only just got into resident evil after re8, it was so fun finding your blog and scrolling through all the little blurbs you’ve got. fandom elders always have the best resources and lore and make spaces a million times better, so thank u for mentioning all the little game details and fandom notes that would’ve been forgotten or missed otherwise to newcomers!!

on another note, i wanted to ask if you had any amusing/chaotic tidbits relating to the re fandom in its earlier days, whether it be speculations of scenes or character directions or interactions that people were so sure were going to happen in later re games that absolutely did not happen, fics that were really influential, insane fanwar stories, memes that used to be rlly prolific and now don’t really come up, etc. it’s something i love to discover about fandoms because it rlly is a ��you had to be there,” type of information that people don’t document the way they would with canon developments that you can easily find on wikipages

Anon... I'm gonna fucking cry. 😭 This is exactly what I wanted this blog to become once I realized I was falling back into RE hell. Anything that I can do to make this canon more accessible to new people, I want to do it. I think I've said this before, but I literally cannot imagine what it must be like getting into this series this late in the game, because RE is terrifyingly huge and abstract and very old by video game standards.

As for the second part of your ask... Man, I have so many stories. I won't tell all of them, because if I try to, it'll be weeks before I can post this LMAO so let me just break this up into sections and I'll tell whatever the first stories that pop into my head are.

FAN THEORIES

So, historically, RE fandom was never big on fan theories. Fan theories and meta were something that Silent Hill people did, not so much RE people.

BUT there is one that refuses to die, and I have seen people scream about it as recently as Revelations 2.

People are convinced that Steve Burnside is going to come back. This drum has been getting banged ever since the original Code Veronica released in 2000, and even though it has literally never been hinted at at any point in the 23 years since then that Capcom even remembers that that was a possible thing that was set up, the fandom is still waiting for it to happen.

And it's all because Wesker stole his body and fucked off with it and was a complete asshole about it when he did it. That's it, that's the whole reason.

But then that also ties into the fact that there are still people who are convinced that Wesker didn't actually die in RE5 and that he's gonna come back any day now, guys, really -- and that's just a whole level of death denial I've never seen before. Dude got hit with two rocket launchers in the middle of an active volcano. YOU LITERALLY DO NOT GET MORE DEAD THAN THAT.

INFLUENTIAL FICS

Surprisingly, none. RE didn't have an "I Know What's Beneath the Snow Fields" or a "Walk This World." There were influential authors, though. I won't name them because I have no idea where they are now or if they're still around, but. I will say that there was one very influential fic writer in Cleon fandom who utilized literally so many headcanons in her fics that her characters were utterly unrecognizable. Some of the headcanons blatantly contradicted canon, even. But her writing style and her prose were so, so, so fucking good that it didn't matter. For a while, Cleon fandom almost became like a cult around her fics -- and, as someone who only dabbled in Cleon because my friends shipped it, but I had no personal stake in the ship myself -- it was really, really weird to watch this go down.

INSANE FAN WAR STORIES

I was going to go off on a huge thing about the Aeon vs Cleon wars, but seeing as how they're still fucking happening for some god forsaken dumbass reason, I decided not to.

So, we'll forget that. And while this isn't a war story, exactly, I do need to give a special shoutout to the Wesker wives of old.

If you are at all familiar with the stories of old school Final Fantasy VII fandom of girls who convinced themselves that they married Sephiroth on the astral plane -- guess what. RE fandom had those girls, too, and we called them Wesker wives.

There was one really prominent one on LiveJournal back in the day who used to get art commissioned of her and Wesker together, and she would post pictures of herself "in uniform" for him, and like. Would legitimately write as though she was actually married to the fictional character Albert Wesker. She'd answer questions from people and shit.

And she was really, really pretty, so everyone was just kind of stunned by this, because this girl very clearly took care of herself and worked out and knew how to do her hair and makeup -- she always looked really good -- and it was just like... how did someone like you fall so far off the reality wagon?

And then it slowly started to come out that she maybe had some nazi ideology behind her and kept referring to Wesker has her Aryan king or someshit, and that was about the point where my Jewish ass backed away from that whole trainwreck and stopped paying attention to it, so I don't actually know how this story ends.

MEMES

So, uh. If you've been on the fandom side of the internet long enough, you'll at least have heard of the "it's over 9000" meme, even if you're not into Dragon Ball or ever seen an episode of it in your life.

Well, the same guy who started that meme also left his mark on RE fandom, too. The whole "Jill sandwich" thing was always a meme in its own right, but "Hope this is not Chris's blood" was added onto it thanks to this video. So, "Hope this is not Chris's blood" was a big, big meme in the late aughts that I really don't see around anymore. It was used as a sort of... shitpost response to a shitpost, if that makes sense? Like, your friend sends you some obviously stupid bullcrap or a dumb meme and you just respond back "hope this is not chris's blood."

This cap from Code Veronica was a huge meme for a long time, too, and I DO NOT FUCKING KNOW WHY

And then.

There was this masterpiece. Do not watch this with other people in the room unless your willingness to let others bear witness to your own cringe is very high. It's also NSFW. And, actually, this video might be the single oldest meme in RE fandom history. The YT link I provided here is not the original source of it. It was some stupid fan edit that was making its rounds on Kazaa, and I'm not joking. I want to say this edit is no younger than OG RE2 (so 1998).

And I would negligent in my duties as a fandom historian if I did not introduce you to the glory that is Resident Evil 4 Days of Our Lives. I STILL QUOTE THIS SHIT, TO THIS DAY.

Like, this is me on plurk referencing this stupid fucking shit as I'm liveplurking my very first playthrough of RE4R:

There was a part of me that was honestly kind of upset when the two cops at the beginning of RE4make didn't actually say to Leon, "I hear no one listens to you. Is that true, Captain Cubscout?" because that is unironically the single greatest line of dialogue that was ever written to be said by any character to Leon Kennedy, and it was written by some fuckin college kids back in the mid aughts.

And that's all I can think of for right now.

Thank u for indulging my old person desire to ramble on about "BACK IN MY DAY........." I appreciate u.

ETA: ok like i know i said i was only gonna mention shit that i could think of at the time that i responded to the ask but there is one more meme that i would be remiss to not mention

[unohanabbygirl]

Thread on the hairstyles of everyone in FMN because why not?

Starting off strong (get it?) we have Jace who’ve I’ve granted grace and given a nice standard haircut. Anything too short is a no for him and mullets give the guy war flashbacks so this is his comfort look.

Out of all the Stark men his hair is the least curly, more wavy than anything but if he grew it out there would be a lot more bounce to it. Thankfully he’s kept up with the family tradition and decided to retain some nice length. Whenever Baela’s board she cornrows it just to see how red his scalp will turn from irritation.

One time she posted her work to twitter but made sure to let everyone know he’s legally biracial so it’s fine.

Next in we have baby Joffrey who’s hair is the curliest out of both his brothers plus Harwin. Its got some natural highlights and is very bouncy. The kid loves his hair even though he likes to act as if it’s whatever and hides the dozens of haircare products beneath the bathroom sink. He’s a shea-moister and curling cream junkie but don’t let him hear you say it because he’ll deny, deny, deny and insist his hair just looks like that fresh out of bed. Not his fault he’s gods favorite.

One time he posted a thirst trap to his story while his hair was wet as he was straight out of the shower because he finally added a girl he’d been crushing on to his close friends. Sadly, he forgot his sister’s were in his close friends as well which led to him getting screen shotted and made fun of 😔

Mama Rhaenyra! Ugh, her hair is everything, very reminiscent of the stereotypical 90’s bombshell. Think Anna Nicole Smith but Pamala Anderson whenever she goes for an updo.

Nyra keeps her hair around shoulder length but will grow it out a few inches in the winter/fall before going back to the salon to get some length cut off because she misses the bob. Loves hairspray like its her best friend and thinks dry shampoo is the holy grail of all hair products. The love this woman has for her hair was passed on through Joffrey and everyone knows it.

She’ll cry and be down in the dumps for the rest of the day if her salon trip leaves her with harsher layers than she wanted (me too babes, me too)

Rhaena said she was serving cunt once after getting some minor highlights + a blowout and hasn’t stopped smiling since.

Laena! What can I say? She’s a simple woman.

Her hair is always giving effortless but takes a bunch of time and heavy maintenance. Its the perfect combo between that messy running across the beach look while still very glamorous. She isn’t big on big brands or factory made products like some people… so her main hair care items are water based, all natural things like olive oil and rice water, and only applies heat every once in a blue moon. The last time an actual hair dryer ever touched her hair was when the twins were still in middle school.

Very simple woman when it comes to styles, likes a pretty low bun with a few strands pulled in front of her face and if she’s feeling adventurous will clip on a faux bang that she styled to match her hair since she’s too afraid to commit to cutting real ones. (Again, me too.)

Baela is my favorite because I’m a sucker for women with short hair. No woman has ever looked ugly with short hair and thats that.

Baela has never cared for long hair mainly because she’s a sports girl so its very hot. Plus she can’t keep a hair tie for shit, you could buy her a pack of 100 elastic hair ties and they’d all go missing in a month tops. Another reason she rather keep it shaved down is because its not as much hassle, however she’ll have her moments where she chooses to grow it out because she loves the 90’s Halle Berry and Nia Long vibe that comes with short hair on the longer side when its all styled up.

Currently her hair looks closer to the style on the left but will prob go back to something similar to the cut on the right soon.

Gonna make a part two and three because I can’t add more pictures 😭

[what-if-nct]

I need to get this off my chest. Why does Taeyong look like he just discovered Good Charlotte for the first time? 😭

He really be saying hard days made him hard nights shaped him. Just young and hopeless, lost and he knows it

Oh my god I didn't even connect it to Good Charlotte it's right there but my mind immediately went

But nonetheless I enjoy the small return of liberty spikes to kpop. But hear me out next

Specifically for Taeyong and Yuta. Also Hyunjin. I miss the theatrical hair everyone looks a little too normal. Or even a little bit of this.

I miss when kpop looked like this. Do you see the creativity, the artistry. Teen Top and Ukiss were my favorite groups when I was in highschool. Does anyone remember when Eli from Ukiss had a Tumblr in like 2012? When Kibum and Xander were kicked out of Ukiss. I cried they were my favorite members after Kevin who is on Broadway right now so happy for him. Almost all of my favorite groups disbanded, it's why I can't get attached to any girl group except for blackpink because they debuted before every single one of my favorite girl groups disbanded the same year. I can't go through that again. Sistar, 2ne1, and 4minute all gone the same year. And I think Jessica was kicked out of SNSD the same year too? On top of that Exo and BAP. I was really only gonna let NCT be the only new group I got attached too but then Stray Kids and Txt snuck their way in and now Ateez is trying to sneak in. Also honorable mention to G.NA and Secret who were just inactive without a word for so so long. Like always this response went in a different direction. This is a random memory but I had a friend in highschool who liked Big Bang , SNSD and F(x) and said she liked when boy groups looked like boy groups and girl groups look like girl groups in response to me liking SHINee, TVXQ,2NE1 and 4minute that made me angry for some reason cause what do you even mean? anyway . Let's pay respect to the girl groups who deserved better. (All of them but specifically these four)

Even though CL, Hyuna, and Hyorin have solo careers. I will always miss 2NE1, 4Minute, Sistar, and Secret. I still remember the choreography I learned too. I also shipped Minzy and Taemin when I was younger it just made sense for them to be together, thats a random memory I remembered.

[cloutchaserkineme]

midnight disco by proxy

Feb. 21, 2024, 11:59 PM, somewhat near a beach whose lots are owned by celebrities and politicians

I'm a working student, and I love my job. Writing is quite possibly the skill that I have consistently honed the most since I was young, and the fact that I get to write about what I want and they edit and publish it just like that, that my work lets people give me answers when I ask them questions... it's very much addicting to me.

I was born on a Mercury day, under a Mercury hour, with my chart ruler itself ruled by a Mercury-ruled sign. If I didn't love writing and words and talking to people and finding out about the world, I'd be dead. Or at least, not me.

So when my work gives me the opportunity to go to a street festival (I LOVE hearing street drums, they're my favorite live instrument and so accessible where I'm from) in a town close to a well-known but not super touristy beach, with free transportation and accomodation, you bet your ass I'd skip introductory class for Constitutional Law II!!

Which I did. They discussed house rules and case digests, and I didn't miss much, which was fine to me. I preferred watching people dance uninhibitedly and clamoring over a boodle fight than be stuck in my house with headphones on.

But the thing is, you can take the student out of law school, but you sure as hell can't take the law workload out of said student. 😭😭 which is why I am sitting in our guide's house, listening to the speakers a literal mile away blast out my favorite throwback, ass shaking, leg waggling songs.

(I have, of course, finished some cases and did do some reading before I admitted sleepiness and put it away. But I didn't join my workmates because the hassle, the tiredness, the fact that it would be so awkward because I don't know them Like That, to party and get down and embarass myself on the streets— literally, since the approx. three meter tall speakers were on the concrete highway, closed to motorcycles and cars, in order to fulfill its annual secondary purpose as the festival's open access free-for-all dance floor.)

First day of criminal procedure tomorrow! And 16 cases is a baby breeze compared to the hurricane of last year's 60 for Criminal Law (which I didn't finish or submit) and 20 for Constitutional Law I/Political Law (which I did finish writing but did not read thoroughly because 20 cases x100something pages is insane for me as a beginner). But I can't finish it all anyway, and with a somewhat vague recollection of court jurisdictions, I feel monkey-confident that I'll be fine if called tomorrow.

I have been through one semester of law school where that monkey-confidence feeling was very, VERY wrong, and misleading, and did not serve me usefully at all.

So IDK what street they'd scrape me off of after the end of this.

I'm thinking I'm getting a horrible reputation of being an elitist, mildly smart snob because of how quiet I normally am around them and my non-participation in work outings. But I have to read this!

Anyway, I am already here, chilling and taking a somewhat paid vacation (oh, the woes of the minimally waged) from the city. Even though the driver hates us because of a miscommunication (between pick-up times and his stress from lack of sleep and food— which led to him endangering our lives for approx. 3 hrs by overtaking four cars on a double yellow lane highway and going faster when we hinted he was going too fast), I still enjoyed my brief moment here, with the drums.

God, I love hearing drums live. Street dance competitions where I'm from (street as in, Carnaval in Rio, not Step Up 2: The Streets, though I would gladly watch the latter too if there were any around here) always have repetitive melodies since there's rarely any incentive to creatively bang out sticks on water drums and LPG tanks besides an additional 2 points on some judge's paper. But the drums are so LOUD and OUT THERE.

It is the only form of big noise that I like. Concerts and dance halls I get tired of after an hour or if the playlist sucks, ambulance and fire protection wangs make me too anxious, and me and my friend's big laughters are always followed by a shushing by our Obligatory Shusher (sometimes me) so that other people won't find us too annoying and kick us out of places.

But God, drums. LOOK AT ME I AM HERE I AM THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART AND YOUR MOTHER'S HEART THE FIRST AUDITORY TASTE OF THE MATERIAL WORLD AND THE WAVES THAT WILL AFFECT YOU FROM HERE AND OUT. LISTEN, AND MOVE, OR NOT— YOUR VIBRATION IS INEVITABLE. I AM AIR, COMPRESSED AND EXPANDED, IN YOUR LUNGS AND OUT OF IT. I WILL STARTLE YOU. IT IS GOOD FOR YOUR SOUL, TO BE SHAKEN OCCASSIONALLY IN ITS SHELL AS A SORT OF INTEGRITY TEST. HEED. MY. THUMPING. CALL!!!

...I really should be studying law better. I need to be a lawyer because with my skill set, that's how I'd make the most money and still help out in the community. I need money for a plane ticket, a passport, a visa, secure and clean accommodation, and money to happily buy food and presents for my loved ones (who may or may not be traveling with me! On my dime!) in the street festivals I hope to witness live in the world.

(30) 12:29 AM, February 22, 2024, same place.

[obiwhat]

WHAT IS UP BESTIE I RETURN

Levi desperately chasing the drunk and numb feeling and actually goes straight to alcohol poisoning and never even got to taste the feeling of being drunk 😭 cuz Ackermans are just built ✨ different ✨

RAE IM FINALLY ANSWERING THIS IM SO SORRY LMAOOO life has been kicking mine ass

but i hope u enjoy what i whipped up for ya~~ i ADORE uuuuuu <333

Sentiment:

(warnings: spoilers for S.3, drinking obv, vomiting)

“Levi.” Hanji tried again, with little to no reaction. Levi’s head slumped over his palm. He looked drained from the movement, as his eyes trailed to the chilled window, not towards Hanji.

“How many have you had now?”

“I’m not drunk, Hanji. It doesn’t work. Never has…” His words trailed off, but he was not slurring, despite the collection of bottles lined up neatly by his boots. “Never worked on Kenny either. Though that didn’t slow him down.”

He took a larger bottle, one that was a dark burgundy in color and took a long pull of it. It was some sort of last ditch effort from Hanji’s perspective. They watched the alcohol miss his lips and trailed down the side of his neck, he didn’t seem to care. He wiped it with the back of his hand sluggishly.

The shutters of his window, only allowing a sliver of moonlight, rattling in the windy air.

“Levi.” Hanji began, but didn’t know what they could possibly say. “You know you can talk t—”

“What is there to talk about, Hanji? Fucking hell, everyone just wants to talk, talk, talk. You’re all the same,” he spit spitefully, “All those words mean nothing in the end.”

This wasn’t about them, Hanji knew that. Now, Levi was speaking almost exclusively about…

Erwin.

“I just want to know if you’re alright.”

“Well, then take a look.” Levi swung his arms out wide, giving them a good long look at his state. His shirt was unbuttoned and untucked, his eyes bloodshot and tired… God he looks exhausted.

Nearly a week had passed since that day and they were sure he hadn’t slept a wink. He was burning himself out on both ends.

“You need rest, Levi. Put down the bottle and let me help you to your room.”

“Help me? The fuck are you going to do to help me, Hanji? Huh?” He swung the bottle to his lips again, swallowed then waited for something, anything, to come of it. When nothing happened, he slammed it back on the wooden desk with a bang that made Hanji flinch. “You know? With all your brains, you really are fucking idiot sometimes.”

Hanji tried not to let it build up. They tried to hold back, to not let their exhaustion and repressed anger bubble. But it was futile.

“I’m an idiot? Oh, that’s fresh.”

“The fuck d’you mean by that?”

“Well which one of us chose to bring back a kid instead of our commander?”

Levi swallowed. He went pale, as if hearing the words aloud were just too much. It made this too real.

Hanji instantly regretted it. They wished they kept their big mouth shut. This was most certainly not the time to bring up Levi’s decision.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, Levi.”

Hanji was tired too. They were under so much pressure to be a commander and… if they were honest, they had considered blaming that on Levi. It should be Erwin leading, not them.

But lashing out like that? At Levi, of all people? It wasn’t like them. Guilt filled their stomach like stones.

“No… No, you’re right,” his voice was frail, hollow. His head hung low.

“I’m not right. I don’t know why I said that. I’m tired Levi. We all are, okay? Let’s just go to bed.”

“I was being an asshole. I deserved it.” But the way he said it made Hanji’s skin chill. His eyes were vacant and cold yet guilt ridden, overwhelmed with guilt.

“Don’t…” Levi stood, leaning against the desk and picking up his bottles below him. “Don’t beat yourself up. You have every reason to resent me.”

“I don’t resent you, Levi. Being commander, the pressure of it… I'm just exhausted. I need you to be okay. You’re all I have left.” They looked at the floor, too ashamed to look towards Levi anymore. “I don’t resent you. Don’t say that.”

They heard a bottle tip on the desk, drawing their attention up again. The largest of the collective went rolling off the wooden surface and slammed with a sharp crack against the floor. Hanji jumped at the piercing sound.

Levi had his palms to the table, his face was pale as sweat dotted his forehead. He didn’t seem to notice the remaining alcohol coating his desk and reaching his sleeves. He blinked once, twice, then shook his head and squeezed his eyelids shut.

“What’s wrong?” Hanji finally asked, hesitantly approaching his desk. As they drew closer they could see the trembles coursing through their friend’s skin. “Levi. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” His words came through clenched teeth.

Hanji dared to reach towards him, they put a hand on Levi’s shivering shoulder and helped steady him.

“I feel…” He suddenly heaved in breaths, looking paler by the moment. Hanji’s heart started racing, their hand clenched tighter on his suit jacket. “Hanji I don’t… Hanji… I feel sick.”

“Sick?” Without missing a beat, they slapped a palm beneath his sweat ridden bangs. “You don’t feel warm. Actually, you feel really cold—”

“M-Move.” He shoved passed them, tripping over his legs as he reached out for the bin beside his desk. Huddled on the floor with it tightly pressed to his chest, Levi heaved.

“Oh.” Hanji peered down at him. “That kind of sick.”

Nothing came from Levi’s dry heaving. There were tears forming in the corner of his eyes when Hanji lowered themself to the ground. They put a soft hand on his back and started making slow circles.

“Fuck… I can’t… I hate… I hate t-this…”

“I know you do, clean freak. But you won’t feel better until you get it out.”

“S-Shut up. I’m not going to… I w-won’t…”

Just before he could finish his thought, Levi was sick several times in the bin clutched in his white knuckled grip. He swayed when he’d finished, relying on Hanji to keep him upright.

“Hey. Stay awake, Levi. You’re still looking pretty green.”

“Room’s… S-Spinnin’…” He blinked lazily, his eyes were glazed over and unfocused. “Wha… What’s…?”

“Levi?”

He lurched over the bin but not to vomit, he was falling. Hanji caught his shoulder and managed to scoop the bin off of his lap with their other hand before it could slip as well. In the process, Levi ended up sprawled on the floor with his face pressed to hardwood.

His breaths were raspy and shallow, like he could hardly breathe. Hanji was quick, they put down the bin and got to his side in a heartbeat, rattling Levi to try to wake him again.

“Come on, Shorty. You can’t sleep on the floor, okay?”

Was he drunk? Why hadn’t it hit him before?

Levi didn’t respond, aside from his harrowing breaths. Each one was getting farther apart from the last. His eyes were half lidded, but nearly rolled back in his skull.

He doesn’t get drunk. He said he never has. So what the hell is this?

“Levi. Levi, come on. Wake up, Levi!”

Hanji paused, their breath tightly held within their chest. They thought quickly, if Levi had never been able to get drunk before, maybe his body didn’t know its limit before reaching the level of alcohol poisoning. It was an insane theory but Levi was an insane specimen, and if he was on the verge of alcohol poisoning, there was only one option left. They would have to get rid of the alcohol.

All of it.

Without hesitating, Hanji put their fingers to Levi’s mouth, but before they could even go past his lips, Levi’s eyes went wide with revulsion and he pushed Hanji away, getting sick all over again, this time on the floor. Tears burned their way out of his eyes as he was sick over and over until he reverted back to dry heaves and short gasps.

“Fucking d’gusting… hands are… Dirty…”

Hanji couldn’t help but smirk awkwardly at that. It was relieving to hear that he was reacting as normal as possible even if that meant getting violently ill at the mere thought of their hands.

“How are ya feeling? Less on the verge of a coma?”

He whimpered quietly in between his wracking shivers. Levi seemed eager to look anywhere but in front of him where he’d been sick. His face was paler than they’d ever seen it.

“Alright, good to hear it. Let’s get you somewhere cleaner, alright?”

Hanji had to practically peel Levi to his feet. It was worthless to try to have him walk with legs like noodles below him. Painstakingly, they made it to the couch by his desk without Hanji dropping him.

They sighed, brushing the hair from Levi’s eyes. His face was a permanent grimace now, disgust clearly etched in his features.

“It’s okay. I’ll clean it. I’ll clean you up too, okay? Just stay put.”

It didn’t take long to find cleaning supplies in Levi’s storage closet, aside from miscellaneous weapons and stacks of organized, color coded files. They first thing they did was wet a rag and clean up Levi’s face. The cool water against his skin made him shiver more intensely and complain softly to Hanji between his clenched and clattering teeth.

“You’re trembling like a leaf, pal. Maybe… A blanket?” Levi responded to them with a shaky bob of his head, up and down. They looked around as Levi’s shivers only peaked in intensity. No blankets in the closet, none on the couch with him, of course the man wouldn’t allow himself such comforts. They tried not to roll their eyes.

Without any other choice, Hanji took his scouting cloak from where it hung on the coat rack. As they carried it over, Hanji stretched it to its full length.

This wasn’t Levi’s cloak.

No, it was much too large for him. It was tattered in places, sewn up with care in others. This was Erwin’s, without a doubt.

As soon as Hanji placed it over Levi’s shoulders, he clawed for its warmth and comfort like that of a starving animal pouncing on its prey. Devouring that warmth, Levi curled up on his side looking away from Hanji as they began cleaning the floor.

This man hadn’t given himself the comfort of a blanket for his office in the cold of winter, yet, he had taken a piece of his commander, a comfort beyond other comforts. And even so, it was a reminder of so much heart wrenching lost, it seemed tortuous for Levi to keep. It was a physical indication of a space to be filled, that never would be again. Never.

Once the floor was finally clean, Hanji made their way back over, kneeling beside Levi on the couch. His trembles were slowing in rhythm and his breathing seemed close enough to normal again. His condition was improving with the alcohol gone from his system. But he still won’t turn back to them.

“You kept it.”

There wasn’t much else Hanji could think to say. And Levi of course stayed quiet for a moment.

“‘Course…” Levi muttered finally. “Of c-course I did.”

“Your sentiment always manages to surprise me, Levi.”

They put a hand on his shoulder, rubbed it for what they would excuse for generating extra body heat. Really they just wanted him to know he wasn’t alone. Not really.

“Shut up, Four-Eyes.”

But he didn’t shoo their hand away as it continued to make comforting slow passes over his shoulder.

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Star Trek Picard: S2E7 Reaction (spoilers!)

crying at how the therapist had to pull on his shirt when he stood up. starfleet uniforms amiright 😭

Jean-Luc "acted out The Three Musketeers with Elnor" "quotes Shakespeare on the daily" Picard is bad at telling stories? Sure Jan

all due respect, Picard's childhood backstory is just something I'm not... Interested in? Give me La Sirena buddy

HELLO??????? I GASPED when Seven put a hand on Raffi's back???? Like I had to go back and rewatch that????

Seven and Raffi <3 <3 <3

"we're the main event" 🥺

Guys... I love them. So much. :')

Also looks like they had their outfit change from night to day, imma assume they had some sleep as well. Now that it's canon, fic writers can take the wheel lmao

Star Trek *Picard*: talks about Picard

me: boooo give me the space lesbians

Okay they canonically raided the lost and found, fic writers take note

THE WAY TERESA SLAMMED DOWN HIS HELMET PLSLSLSLALSLSA

In what world would Teresa know more about using a neural oscillator (something she's never seen before) than rios??? y'all on your last brain cell 💀

RAFFI BRINGING SEVEN COFFEE?????? HELLO?????? 😭

Seven talking about remembering Borg encryption code... yes very sexy love that for you queen

"You never don't touch your coffee" SEVEN LOVES COFFEE?????????? 🥺🥺🥺

RAFFI KNOWS THAT SEVEN LOVES COFFEE????? GOODBYE 😭

RAFFI KNOWING WHAT SEVEN USUALLY DOES AND WHAT SHE'S USUALLY LIKE,,, your honour they are Married

Love language check: we've had touch and acts of service so far,,,

-blinks- is this how we're portraying ✨mentol illness✨ in women ummm

like please stop romanticising this shit and using allegories and dungeons and mOnsTeRs or whatever

Rios drawing La Sirena with chalk WHY IS HE SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺

Cool everyone has daddy issues for Picard

Didn't Rios call his former captain dad as well???

Place your bets y'all, will Raffi and Seven kiss first, or will Rios and Teresa?

Or god forbid Picard and Tallinn

A Borg Queen Loose in Los Angeles" is my memoir title okay

(also me: has never stepped foot in LA)

"Jurati with a side of Borg Queen or vice versa" A+ one-liners there omfg

ngl that's a really cool transition to Agnes? i don't hate it ooooh

Also it's so so cool that PatStew got his wife to sing in this???? She has a really good voice omg

Heard it was her original song as well and it BANGS

Okay but why do they use black eyes for everything???? First Control in Disco, then Borg Queen..,...,

Okay if they could do that for Tallinn why can't they just give Elnor a hairstyle that covers his ears. Or a headband. Why just fridge him 😭

Guinnan hellooooooo! <3 So great that she's back!!! and her sass is a+

Seven smashing a bottle is something that is so personal to me,,,,

My brain literally bluescreened when she did that. Like Seven said... endorphins

"What are you doing" "Understanding" Seven being so big brain is just... I've missed this side of her and I love love love that they're showing this instead of just angry!tired!jaded!Ranger Seven

"We're witnessing the birth of a new queen"

me: has seen it from miles away

also me: OHHHHH SHIIIIIT

i've said this once i will say it again, W H Y is the police/federal agents/whatever still in star trek picard???

also???? the episode's over already?????? man they cut off at the weirdest times ngl

In conclusion, Saffi really delivered for me this episode, which we love. Loved Sunny Ozzell's cameo. Not hating Rios/Teresa subplot, but man, Picard's storyline fell flat for me.

[rookthorne]

HERE WE GO

When Bucky makes no move to pull away, Steve presses a kiss to his temple, his thumb idly stroking across Bucky’s shoulder.

“That’s them,” Bucky says in a voice so small that Steve’s not sure he even hears it right, the words completely random to him.

Bucky shifts then, so he can get his right arm out from between them, and brings his hand up to where Steve’s is, at his left shoulder. Bucky runs his forefinger over one of the clusters of stars across his shoulder – four lines from a trapezoidal shape. “This is my mom. Virgo.”

OH WOW O-FUCKING-KAY 🥺🥺

“My dad,” Bucky continues, clearing his throat a bit as his finger moves to the long, slim tattoo next. “Taurus.”

“Becs. Such a Capricorn,” Bucky huffs with a bit of a sad laugh as he traces the closed tattoo, in a near triangular-heart shape. “I never really believed all that horoscope stuff, you know? But I wanted to have them with me, and my artist had suggested looking into some symbolism… just – I went down a rabbit hole.”

THIS IS ME THIS WHOLE FUCKING FIC

“The one I’m gonna remember forever is the one for Becs. Capricorns are ambitious, determined, strong… Loyal and supportive of their loved ones. Pragmatic. Relentless.” Bucky snorts at the last word, his lips twitching in a smile. “That was Becs to a T. But they all made sense. Or, I don’t know, maybe I wanted to fall for something. Believe in something.”

OH BUCKY 😭😭😭

“...Pisces,” Bucky answers, lacking the enthusiasm he had for the other signs. “Most days I just feel like a fish outta water.”

he’s a lil’ fish in a big pond with a piranha to protect him

It was then that Steve found out Bucky knew how to speak Russian. Nichushkin lights up at this fact, almost as brightly as Steve. Almost.

AHHHHH 🥰🥰

Steve listens as Bucky speaks with Nichushkin, explaining their predicament.

“No fun,” Nichushkin says in heavily accented English. Bucky huffs a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s right, pal. No fun at all.” Bucky proceeds to speak a few more words in Russian, and Nichushkin nods, stripping down for a shower as well.

Steve sees in that moment, a crystal clear image of Bucky being an older brother – watching over his sister, guiding her, joking with her, and his heart aches.

god this fucking GOT ME 😭😭

There’s jokes made about how Valeri has imprinted on him like a dukling, but the truth is that Bucky… enjoys it. He likes being able to support someone, even if it’s been ages since he’s conversed in Russian. It makes him miss his mom, and he could swear the tattoo on his shoulder tingles, like a reminder of what he’s lost.

WILL YOU STOP HITTING ME YOU HAVE TOO GOOD OF AN AIM 😭😭😭

When Steve rouses, he simply makes a soft shushing noise, and Steve rests his head like he was meant to. Something in Bucky’s heart twists with the realization that Steve’s letting Bucky take care of him.

Bucky just never realized how much he wanted to.

LOOK AT OUR BOY GO! 🥰 look at him develop! 😭

Shouldering his bag, he twitches his nose and walks with Steve, trying not to think about how adorable a hulking man like Steve can be as the pompom of his beanie bobs with each step.

Bless you for this visual 🙌🏻

He texts Steve, just to bother him and ask what he’s going to do now that his routine is broken, and then makes himself a cup of coffee and an omelet.

There’s no text back from Steve after he’s done breakfast, which leaves Bucky having to resist the urge to just bang on Steve’s door and demand attention.

They’re not –

They’re not anything. They’re friends, good friends at that, who… just occasionally get each other off. Yeah.

GUYS PLEASE FUCKING STOP IT

I WILL KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU THIS IS BULLSHIT

Valeri and Bucky, I fucking love the dynamic. Bucky just wants to help him. 🥹

It’s easy with Valeri. There’s an understanding of being new to the team, new to the city, and for Valeri, new to the language. Bucky explains that his mother had been Russian, and had been adamant on teaching him since he was in the womb, but he hasn’t had anyone to practice with in some time.

🥰🥰🥰

He tries not to look at the empty space around him in bed, tries not to think about how Bucky belongs here and how good he’d look wrapped around Steve in the morning.

Stop.

Oh no… oh dear… you’re in trouble, Rogers 👀

OH NO NOT A SAUNA 🤣

Oh Stevie, Stevie, Stevie 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

CHAPTER 12 [AO3 Link]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurities, Body Image Issues, References to Depression/Anxiety/Eating Disorders/Alcohol Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Powers/Hockey, Team Bonding, Slow Burn, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Top Bucky Barnes, Pining, Idiots in Love, Miscommunications, Requited Unrequited Love, Slight Jealousy

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December 2013

Steve

After Bucky had opened up a bit about his holidays, Steve knew right away that he was determined to make Bucky smile this Christmas.

He’s never held back any stories about his own upbringing, sharing memories of his mom pretty freely. There will always be a dull ache, a hole in his heart, that never goes away, but she had been terminally ill for a while. Together, they made the most of their time, and she never wavered once. He’d gotten the tattoo for her, just before she passed, as if to show her that he’d always carry her with him. It’s the only tattoo he has. The only one he wanted.

But for Steve, it had only ever been just him and his mother. His heart breaks for Bucky, losing his whole family in one fell swoop, thinking how cruel that truly was.

Bucky, who is so lively and wears such a devastating smile everyday, when something like that would break most people.

When Bucky makes no move to pull away, Steve presses a kiss to his temple, his thumb idly stroking across Bucky’s shoulder.

“That’s them,” Bucky says in a voice so small that Steve���s not sure he even hears it right, the words completely random to him.

Bucky shifts then, so he can get his right arm out from between them, and brings his hand up to where Steve’s is, at his left shoulder. Bucky runs his forefinger over one of the clusters of stars across his shoulder – four lines from a trapezoidal shape. “This is my mom. Virgo.”

Oh.

The realization hits Steve like a freight train. The four constellations on Bucky’s shoulder – the family he’s lost: his mom, his dad, his sister…

“My dad,” Bucky continues, clearing his throat a bit as his finger moves to the long, slim tattoo next. “Taurus.”

“Becs. Such a Capricorn,” Bucky huffs with a bit of a sad laugh as he traces the closed tattoo, in a near triangular-heart shape. “I never really believed all that horoscope stuff, you know? But I wanted to have them with me, and my artist had suggested looking into some symbolism… just – I went down a rabbit hole.”

“They’re really beautiful, Buck,” he assures. And they are. The constellations may be simple in design, but the artist had done a beautiful job of incorporating colours that reminded Steve of space. “S’like you got a whole galaxy here.”

He keeps running his thumb along Bucky’s shoulder where the tattoos sit. Bucky had purposely skipped over the fourth one, but if Steve had to guess, it would be for whatever astrological sign Bucky is.

“Yeah, I’m happy with how it turned out,” Bucky gushed, a little light returning to his voice. “And when I read about ‘em, they were all pretty spot on, which made me kinda laugh and it just… seemed right.”

“Oh?” Steve asks, hoping Bucky doesn’t shut down on him again. “How so?”

“The one I’m gonna remember forever is the one for Becs. Capricorns are ambitious, determined, strong… Loyal and supportive of their loved ones. Pragmatic. Relentless.” Bucky snorts at the last word, his lips twitching in a smile. “That was Becs to a T. But they all made sense. Or, I don’t know, maybe I wanted to fall for something. Believe in something.”

Steve hums softly, turning Bucky’s words over in his mind as his fingers trace along the last constellation.

“They’re all Earth signs,” Bucky continues, as if focusing his attention on astrology will help keep his emotions in line. “Means they all get along with each other. I’m the only Water sign.”

There’s an unspoken sadness to the line, as if Bucky thinks of himself as an outsider in his own family, and it makes Steve wrap around him that much tighter.

“Which sign are you?” Steve asks, in an attempt to keep Bucky talking.

“...Pisces,” Bucky answers, lacking the enthusiasm he had for the other signs. “Most days I just feel like a fish outta water.”

—

December starts off with a new teammate, an overtime loss, a win, another overtime loss and a giant snow storm.

Valeri Nichushkin, who had been selected by the Stars in the first round that year, had been struggling with injury during camp and had only just been taken off the injury list to join them. They’d joked that he sure had some timing, coming out with the snow.

It was then that Steve found out Bucky knew how to speak Russian. Nichushkin lights up at this fact, almost as brightly as Steve. Almost.

Bucky was a bit shy about it, stumbling a few times, but Nichushkin appreciated it nonetheless, that much was obvious.

“Does he wish he waited ‘til it was warmer to travel with us?” Morita jokes as they step off the plane in Canada.

Bucky and Nichushkin go back and forth a bit before Bucky laughs. “He says it’s colder in Russia, you wimp!”

The guys laugh around him, and Steve tugs his jacket across himself tighter.

Toronto was cold. It had been 2°C/35.6°F that day, calling for beanies and scarves atop their game day suits. Bucky had looked adorable with his nose a little red from the winds, and Steve had to nearly bite his tongue off to stop himself from saying anything.

They didn’t win, but Nichushkin gets his first point in the form of an assist. He’s still proud of them – they couldn’t have done anything differently. Sometimes, you give it your all and play a near perfect game but you get outplayed.

Between the force of Nazem Kadri, the skill of Phil Kessel and the annoying relentlessness of James Van Riemsdyk in front of the net, it was hard fought. Still, at least they picked up one out of the possible two points for just bringing it into overtime.

After the loss, the team was tired, but Fury and Coulson had announced that instead of staying for the night like they’d originally planned, they would be trying to head home instead.

“Because of the major storm moving in, we expect travel to be delayed, so best to try and get ahead of it now. We know you’re tired, but it’s gonna beat sleeping at the airport tomorrow, trust me,” Coulson announces, in his no-nonsense voice.

Steve tries not to groan at the thought, watching his team struggle to do the same.

“Now hit the showers, and we’ll see you back on the bus.” With a nod, Coulson leaves the dressing room and then the groaning starts.

Steve hears Ward from across the room. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I ain’t sleepin’ in an airport,” Clint announces, popping up from the bench to snag a shower first.

Steve listens as Bucky speaks with Nichushkin, explaining their predicament.

“No fun,” Nichushkin says in heavily accented English. Bucky huffs a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s right, pal. No fun at all.” Bucky proceeds to speak a few more words in Russian, and Nichushkin nods, stripping down for a shower as well.

Steve sees in that moment, a crystal clear image of Bucky being an older brother – watching over his sister, guiding her, joking with her, and his heart aches.

Bucky

His muscles were protesting every step after that game. The idea of flying instead of taking an ice bath and then face planting into a bed was absolutely horrific, but he always does his best to stay positive for Steve. Team morale is nearly always at the top of Steve’s priority list and if there’s one less person for him to worry about, Bucky figures it helps. So he sucks it up, slaps a smile on his face and pretends like he doesn’t want to collapse on the floor right then and there.

They pile onto the bus, and the airport seems a million miles away. Half the team already looks asleep (or dead, it’s hard to tell right now). Steve takes the lead, since he usually takes the window seat, and Bucky just shuffles along behind him.

There’s jokes made about how Valeri has imprinted on him like a dukling, but the truth is that Bucky… enjoys it. He likes being able to support someone, even if it’s been ages since he’s conversed in Russian. It makes him miss his mom, and he could swear the tattoo on his shoulder tingles, like a reminder of what he’s lost.

Valeri takes a seat across the aisle, beside Dugan who’s already passed out against the window.

Bucky tries to stretch while he still can, wiggling in his seat until it’s bearable, and before he even leans back, Steve is out like a light. Bucky saves Steve’s phone, precariously balanced in his semi-opened hand, placing it on the seat between Steve’s legs instead. He folds up his own sweater to tuck between Steve’s head and the window.

When Steve rouses, he simply makes a soft shushing noise, and Steve rests his head like he was meant to. Something in Bucky’s heart twists with the realization that Steve’s letting Bucky take care of him.

Bucky just never realized how much he wanted to.

—

Coulson had been right, of course. Even as they landed, they could see the storm moving in with the skies sheet-white and wind howling.

“Is it as cold as Russia yet?!” Morita hollers as he tucks his chin down, blinking in the winds.

Bucky can’t even manage a laugh, the air cold enough to dry out his mouth in a second. He’s not new to bad winters, and even though there’s ice and sleet, it’s not the worst he’s been in. Shouldering his bag, he twitches his nose and walks with Steve, trying not to think about how adorable a hulking man like Steve can be as the pompom of his beanie bobs with each step.

“Aren’t you from Boston?” Bucky teases with a soft elbow bump.

“I ain’t ever been good with the cold,” Steve replies with a shiver. “Here I thought Dallas was supposed to be sunshine and rainbows.”

Bucky smirks as Steve tries his remote car starter the moment they’re in the parking lot. When they’re in the pre-warmed vehicle, Steve takes his hat off, shaking the loose snow off of it, flicking his hair of the built up condensation.Bucky does the same, his hair having gathered significantly more snow in it.

Steve chuckles at him, and Bucky just smiles back.

“It’s good to be home,” Steve says, pulling out of the lot.

Home.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees easily.

–

Practice gets cancelled the next morning as the conditions worsened overnight, and Bucky finds himself a little lost, if he’s honest.

He stays in bed for a while, stretching out. His body carries that pleasant ache from last game, but also the stiffness of travelling right after. Eventually, he drags himself out of bed only because his stomach rumbles, and he has his late start to the day.

He texts Steve, just to bother him and ask what he’s going to do now that his routine is broken, and then makes himself a cup of coffee and an omelet.

There’s no text back from Steve after he’s done breakfast, which leaves Bucky having to resist the urge to just bang on Steve’s door and demand attention.

They’re not –

They’re not anything. They’re friends, good friends at that, who… just occasionally get each other off. Yeah.

Steve already has to deal with him every single day, surely Bucky can entertain himself for just one day without him.

As if the universe had heard his turmoil, he gets a text from Valeri asking him a bit more about the city. Bucky looks out the window. The blanket of sleet and flurries falling down aren’t exactly inviting. He tells Valeri this, after talking a bit more about his favourite places so far. He tells him about the best times to go shopping and the most random coffee shops to go into where it’s quieter.

“Coffee close?”

“Yeah – you wanna go? I can show you.”

“If you not scare of cold like team.”

Bucky smiles at the text, and tells Valeri that he’ll be at his place soon. The nice thing was that Valeri, like most of the team, lived nearby, so it only takes a few moments for him to shower, dress and hop in his car to go pick up his teammate.

It feels weird to be the one driving, and he realizes how much he wants to be to Valeri what Steve was for him when he first arrived. The city had felt so much warmer when Steve had offered all these things – offered to stay by Bucky’s side – and made him feel less alone.

Valeri is already waiting outside his building when Bucky pulls up, and despite the snow along his tuque and shoulders, he’s smiling widely, waving as Bucky stops.

It’s easy with Valeri. There’s an understanding of being new to the team, new to the city, and for Valeri, new to the language. Bucky explains that his mother had been Russian, and had been adamant on teaching him since he was in the womb, but he hasn’t had anyone to practice with in some time. Valeri either doesn’t notice the past tense, or doesn’t want to pry, but Bucky is grateful either way.

They reach an unspoken sort of compromise, where Bucky will speak in Russian if he wants to, and Valeri responds only in English. He tries not to give that feeling of longing the spotlight right now, trying to associate this only with the fond memories he has of his family.

Valeri talks about his time in the KHL, about moving from Chelyabinsk to Moscow, and about how he nearly missed his chance at the NHL. Thankfully, the two-year contract he signed with Dynamo Moscow had been terminated conditionally, giving him the chance to play in the League, or return to Dynamo if he failed to make the NHL team.

Bucky watches Valeri’s face light up when he talks about how the Stars took a chance on him, how blown away he was to be selected in the first round, even if it was tenth overall. Even though Bucky’s only three years older, he sees the kid in Valeri – that childlike excitement from “making it in the big leagues”.

He’d almost had that. If it hadn’t followed so closely after his family’s death, he’s sure he would have felt that way too. Listening to Valeri’s story though, almost feels like sharing that moment with him, reliving it himself.

“But pick you second! And you win Cup!” Valeri says, in that excited tone that Bucky wants to surround himself with. It’s infectious, and it makes Bucky smile in return.

“Yeah, and we’re gonna do it again,” Bucky replies with a grin.

“Yes, we win,” Valeri agrees.

After loitering in the coffee shop for a good amount of time, he thinks of something. Checking on his phone, he smiles when he finds what he wants. ‘Wanna get outta the cold for real?”

Steve

He’d slept in way past what he had intended. Groaning as he stretches, he checks his phone and takes a minute to respond to Bucky before doing anything else.

He’s not really sure what he’ll do with the day. The first thought he’d had was to, of course, see if Bucky wanted to do something, but thankfully his brain is just awake enough for him to reign in the urge. The last thing he wants is to suffocate Bucky and the delicate balance they have.

He tries not to look at the empty space around him in bed, tries not to think about how Bucky belongs here and how good he’d look wrapped around Steve in the morning.

Stop.

Bucky doesn’t reply, and Steve thinks nothing of it, until he’s just clicking around on Instagram. He hadn’t quite connected that nicha43 was Valeri, but it all falls into place when he sees the caption, the location, the verified symbol.

[Image: An instagram photo posted by username nicha34, tagged Russian Banya with he caption: Bucky “Best Guy” Barnes]

He has no idea where they even are, but searches it out of curiosity.

A Russian banya (ба́ня) has a special room, where a large amount of hot steam is created with the help of water and hot air. A classic Russian banya is heated with firewood, but modern versions might use electric heat as well. Inside the banya, which is usually built of wood, there are wide wooden benches along the walls. They are built up one above the other like steps. You can sit or lay on the benches. The higher up the bench the hotter the air is. Once someone has warmed up well enough, he or she leaves the steam room (it is called the парна́я in Russian) and dips into a pool of cold water. You can also pour water over yourself from a tub (уша́т), while in Siberia it's common to walk right out of the steam room and jump into the snow.

A sauna. Steve is well aware that saunas are popular amongst them, the steam helping relax their overworked muscles, so it seems like nothing.

Except the fact that Bucky is sitting somewhere in the city, with nothing but a towel, skin glistening with sweat, and it’s with Valeri Nichushkin.

Steve definitely hadn’t thought of being jealous, but now he supposes that Valeri and Bucky had gotten along right off the bat. There was an obvious connection the moment the first word of Russian left Bucky’s mouth.

His mind wanders off, thinking a little too hard about how well they go together. Valeri, a little taller and Bucky, a little wider, both with lopsided smirks when they feel playful.

After who knows how long, he looks back to his phone, forgetting what he’d been doing.

Friends go to the banya with a special purpose in mind. It’s considered that the banya atmosphere brings people closer together, allowing them to communicate and interact on a more common level. Russians don't spend all their time in the parnaya (парна́я is a room with hot wet steam). During a break they walk out to another room which is called predbannik (предба́нник is a room before the steam room). Usually, that room has a large long table and a few benches. In the predbannik, people take a break from the hot temperature and relax, drink aroma tea or special herbal tea, have conversations about life and share their ideas or beliefs to each other.

Steve closes the page, swipes all of his app closed, and forgets to like Valeri’s picture like he probably should’ve.

[the-acid-pear]

I did one (1) homework, i think that's enough for a day! ☺️

Chapter 2B

I wanna try that shit myself

GOD THAT MUST FEEL SO FUCKED UP

Pickle is not a villain he's a victim

BIG MOUTH BOYO

Imagine trying to shoot a caveman

Chapter 3B

WHERE'S HIS DICK, ITAGAKI?!

Makes sense man this dude fought T-Rexes

I don't like Viêt at all JAEGDJWHS

Chapter 4B

Me when i fucking GET you

Pickle doesn't feel like a BAD guy he's just confused <:3c

Chapter 5B

Tf is wrong with this Payne guy?

HE'S FREE

Okay, fair

WOOO ROBOT

Chapter 6B

Okay that's a cool machine but this guy attacks T-Rexes for food

Chapter 7B

Pickle cute af ngl

They should call Yuji-chan

Muscular man undressing montage

Nice underwear bro

A COCK OUT SORT OF LOOK, I SEE

STRYDUM?!

TSYAFUJAHWJGWV OKAY CUTE

Hate to say this but i miss Aras KSGSJSGSJSHD

Chapter 80

I have a feeling this saga will be good 👁���👁️

I have seen this panel before, love seeing the context to it

Okay i forgot this was Japan and i was confused over Strydum being barefoot

Baki shut up you are 18

There's something so silly about seeing Baki call a T-Rex"badass"

"in English" dude Strydum is American why so surprised?

Poor Pickle man

I. Hm. I might know where this is going.

DHDJGDJSGFFH HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING 😨😳

Can't even blame Pickle for this he's just not like us, still fucked up tho

Chapter 81

THAT TITLE...

LQHWLWGWOGDKAGWJ 😭😭😭

Mfs gonna throw the damn caveman to jail!?

Hello Yuji-chan~

RETSU? RETSU NO HE'S NOT AT YOUR LEVEL YOU CAN'T EVEN BEAT BAKI DUDE

Chapter 82

Sick ass tree

RETSU WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF COMPARISON IS THAT?!

Wait. Retsu. Retsu dude. Are you trynna BANG Pickle?! Why the hell would you compare sneaking in his habitat like sneaking in a girl's room otherwise?! Retsu bro... 😰 /hj

This is so stupid I'm OBSESSED, also considering Retsu is Not That Tall that guard must be short af

Two sorts of people

AYRAURITDKTDUTSUSR

Chapter 83

Oh that was mad smart of them

Even Yujiro agrees KAHAKHS

This really is the two kinds of people playing sneaking games eh sksgskdg

The little "sorry"

Chapter 84

Look at all the shit this guy's doing 😭

SHINOGI?! WJSGSKSGS

This is so stupid I'm in love 😭

LAHSKEGSKGSISGS DOPPO NOT YOU TOO IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT 😭😭😭😭😭

God this is so dumb i have tears in my eyes

I LOVE TO SEE MY MAN AGAIN BUT IQHSKSGSKA 😭💀

NOT YOU TOO JACK FFS OMFG

OH HELLO GRANDPA SEE YOU CAME TOO

Jack being all wet low-key hot tho, how long do y'all think he was waiting for there? KSGAJSG

KATSUMI?! JYAKU?!?

NO ONE HERE EVEN KNOWS WHO JYAKU, ONLY RETSU DOES

ON GOD DOPPO DISGUISE WAS THE MOST ELABORATE AJSGSJSGSNGS 😭😭

THE TROJAN DINOSAUR LMAO

God i had to read it again and man i didn't even catch Jyaku being a lil mad everyone did the same 😭akwhssgsh

Chapter 85

Shit it's true aside from Jyaku they were all part of the maximum tournament

ALSO THAT TITLE... 😳

DOPPO GAMER CONFIRMED?!?#+#52(#_2(HQGAJSGSJAG

"man chewing" is so lame just say man eater like the rest of us. Also in a way I'm not surprised they know each other lmao

We need more shit like this, just casual interactions, it's so funny

Like a baby in the womb 🥺

Y'all know i love these men like family but GOD they are so stupid

Jack being surprised too is so funny too lmao

The good ol Guevaru technique

Oh shit is true i love Jyaku but Motobe would be good too 🥺

Chapter 86

Look at the motherfucker walking in

I love how Jack is nearly as tall as Pickle

Also... Yujiro low-key right... I'M SORRY...

Katsumi please i had enough seeing your dad be murdered once

I'm literally going to cry I'm OBSESSED

Holy hell Yujiro, i mean it's not as bad as a beat up but this is emotional damage bro

Doppo is just waiting for the worst man sjhsjshs 😔💔

LOOK AT THAT COCKY SMILE

Doppo is not even surprised he's just mildly annoyed

Shibukawa is just going to accidentally headbutt Jack in the cock any moment from now JGwjs

Yujiro's cheeks so damn round

He's so insane

Also i was thinking, kinda fucked up of Doppo to let his son just DIE but tbf his son is an adult and he knew he wasn't fast nor strong enough to stop the ogre lol

Chapter 87

Yujiro got fangs? 😳🥴

I had seen this panel before but i love having context now sjsgsjsg

Pickle is so excited lmao

Someone pointed out there weren't 8 ppl, idk, i just took his words for true as we all should /j

Chapter 88

I love how scared everyone is

They don't even know there's (lemme count) 8! There IS 8 people! more inside of there 🤣

Oh, nvm

URDITDIGDITSESTI

He's just gonna, like, kidnap em?

That was so damn nice of Yujiro what the actual fuck

Jyaku didn't take long to find someone new to simp for eh

GOD I WAS GONNA SAY GAIA SHOULD HAVE GONE TO HERE TOO BUT I DIDNT EXPECT TO BE RIGHT OMFG

My beloved... 😭🥺💞

I'm going back to count the men again bc I'm pissed off. Yeah they were 7 i couldn't count either ok.

I would say it would have been fun if he got out of there but tbf it's not like any but Jack knows him

Chapter 89

He's happy cuz he's confident 👁️👁️

HELL YEAH NICE

Ksgkshskwg Baki cheering for him is so cute

Smart move Retsu-san lmao

Chapter 90

Lately the chapter titles make no sense lol

The cover art has been being super beautiful tho

Retsu, bro...

Okay i get it I'm curious too

I don't think he cares at all, Baki

I mean, makes sense

Okay I'm sorry lemme google the size of this bitch

Okay holy fuck i didn't know they were that big, suddenly i respect Doppo even more JAGSJWGW 😨

Chapter 91

I love this fucking, tiger pov

Pickle so happy

Chapter 92

What the fuck man, no >:/

RETSU!?

Retsu sweety you are asking to be murdered, I'm. Like. RETSU PLEASE!!!

LWHWKWGS LOOK HOW HAPPY STRYDUM AND TOKUGAWA ARE FFS

Fuck, Retsu, my dear, i will be sad if you die.

Chapter 93

KHITSOYDOYDITSS PLEASE RETSU IS GONNA FUCKING DIE

KGSOYSIYSITSSIT 😭 THE COMEDY ASPECT IS SPLENDID BUT THE WAIFU....

They pog :Y

OKAY RETSU YOUR BALLS ARE HUGE BUT IM SCARED OH SO SCARED

"fighting boner for pickle" 💀

Chapter 94

Similar to Yujiro, huh

I'm quiet bc I'm so excited and perplexed

HITTING WITH THE HAIR YEAH!

CRYING?!

Chapter 95

BUTTOCKS... JUST SAY ASS

AH,,,

By the nipples? 😳🥵

NOOO

OHCLGDITSDTI "ASIAN CUISINE" STFU TOO SOON

Chapter 96

Retsu pleeease we cannot lose you bro 😭

YES YES SHOES OFF

AHGHHH

RETSU PLEASE DON'T SAY THAT, PLEASE

Chapter 95.5 ?

Color 😨

Alright just that, lemme go back to mourn my man

Chapter 97

CHINESE KENPO IS MAKING ME CRY BRO

Chapter 98

WHAT?!

BROOO 😭

AAA THE BALLS

YESSSS

Chapter 99

I can't take Retsu dying after this i truly can't bro

Chapter 100

HOLY FUCK

Aaaaaa :[

Chapter 101

NOOO BRO NO PLEASE NOOO

I love how... Emotional? Passional? Tokugawa is, he doesn't enjoy seeing good fighters die

Can't believe Tokugawa is dead /j

I'M SORRY FOR YOU LEG RETSU BUT A-AMOGUS.....

WHAT'S ABOUT RETSU THAT MAKES EVERYONE MAKE SEX JOKES ABOUT HIM IN THE COMMENTS? "HORNY BIG SAVAGE MAN EATING CUTE PONYTAIL CHINESE", IT'S ACCURATE BUT STFU AKSGSJSG

Chapter 102

AT LEAST HE LIVED!

Retsu please do you want to actually die?

Retsu pleaseee this is grappler baki there must be another way out 🥺💔

Men in this book are a bit too suicidal like a bit beyond the comfortable point

I almost sob man

This is a reference to a future book but Baki really keeps thinking the shit his dad say are just "in a manner of speaking"

Chapter 103

Oh hey Doppo 🥺

Ffs imagine getting a call like that it must be so confused, but I'm happy they notified him actually 😔

8|

I'm, starting to understand why ppl ship Katsumi n Retsu

WHAT KIND OF ODDLY SPECIFIC RULE IS THAT, DOPPO?!

They don't????

Katsumi is gonna fucking die

EVEN GAIA 👁️👁️

YEAH YUJIRO BROKE ONE OF THOSE TOO

Chapter 104

Guys i couldn't care even LESS about this extra 😐

I'm beginning to miss Hanayama it's been so damn long

CAUGHT HIM BY THE DICK

Pickle got drip

Chapter 105

Jack is near the same height tbf

I'm done reading, my body hurts

I did my homework and i did my chores, time to tackle on the third book of this series, Son of Ogre

Chapter 1

Okay but the fuck is Baki planning to do if he stops fighting? That's literally all he has, he's not smart

WOOH THATS A BIT REALISTIC

PREHISTORIC ELEPHANT?!

King just went to have a snack. Also FUCK does that meat look tasty FUCKKK

This baby so cute 🥺

I'm so glad Yuji is doing stupid hilarious shit again it had been a while

Congrats on Baki for that mantis

Chapter 2

Who tf is this kid?

Poor kid lmao, i assume he will meet Baki

Look at my boyyy

HSTSRFAYDF DON'T CALL HIM A MANLET

Imagine Baki actually kills this kid HSJDYSSHCBT

Third comment with a ton of likes is "we do not condone child violence. We do, however, find it hilarious"

Chapter 3

AH SHUT UPPP KIDDO

But i like Baki memeing a round a lil

Chapter 4

🥺🥺 that's so sweet...

HELLOOOO STRYDUM MY GOD YOUR TITS GOT FATTER SIR 😳😳

Yujiro is such a fucking threat to society lmao

I love seeing Baki with his eyes open, he's looking more like his old self

Oh, shadow boxing incoming, alright

Chapter 5

Yuri? 🥺 /j

THE RETURN OF IRON MICHAEL?!

Chapter 6

I love how there's our silly little mains after every cover LUV em <33

Baki just dissociating his ass out and using it on his favor, the king

Why is Baki eating sour prunes aren't those meant to be sweet?

We all salivating

Chapter 7

Love to see there are even more swears there now

I can put my face next to my foot too tho

FAGDRJSEHARD YUJIRO CAN BEAT THE CANCER HOW ICONIC 😍

Also i would LOVE to see Yuji fight an Orca

WHAT?!

I love how everyone in the comments is calling out Rumina for not seeing issue going down to a dark hidden basement with a shirtless man older than him

Chapter 8

"piggy back me" USHSYFLFUDSY

This fight is going to be good

Chapter 9

Imagine Baki dies right here right know against an imaginary mantis lmao

Okay Baki getting damaged makes sense but the WALL?

Baki's dead (GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE SAID THAT)

Ffs it's true Baki COULD create himself a stand 😰

Chapter 10

OH FUCK IT'S TRUE

Chapter 11

This fight is so boring i had to take a 6 hour break

Baki just can't win against nature eh

This reminds me of Garland pulling a suplex on that Anaconda

Chapter 12

I can't wait for the main cast to ACTUALLY appear, instead of just, you know, them in the covers

This fight is slow but cool but slow

To fight a mantis you must think like a mantis 😎

Though it's true in this manga you will most likely win if you steal your opponent techniques so

Chapter 13

I MISS IGARI FUCKKK

This is so dumb i luv it

That mantis be swearing lmao

Love it when Baki goes full Yujiro

Chapter 14

TOBA...

Holy fuck do mantis fly?

Secret Chapter?

Is this how Yujiro got born?

Idk girl i would have killed him if i was you

WHAT.

I KNOW THOSE FROGS THEY ARE FROM PUERTO RICO I THINK

I might just be sleepy but this is so confusing

AKSHSKGSKSGSJSG JUST KILL THE BABY IT AINT THAT HARD

Chapter 15

GAIA...

Why is he like this?

Is "he" with us right now?

...gotta admit that IS true...

I love Strydum sksgwhwg

Yujiro really went XD

I don't think my man Arun in the comments is aware how gay what he said is, though maybe I'm wrong

Chapter 16

GOD THESE FUCKING COVERS MAKING ME SO NOSTALGIC, LOOK AT SPEC!

ANIME KENNEDY?!

I can't believe Bush is dead

AN ASIAN BOY HAS JUST KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT...

8 of January? My god he's a Capricorn

I'm sorry, what?

LAHQIGWKQFWKSFWIWG 😭😭

I love Baki so much, THIS IS THE KID THAT I MISSED SO MUCH

This explains why Baki was in prison clothes in the anime teaser

Chapter 17

BIG NUMBER

That one mf like 😐

Glad Baki is 18 now at least 😌

Love to see Oliva back

Chapter 18

This page not even bothering to charge the pages anymore

I'm sure there were better ways to go to jail, well, actually, no, but still

Toba used to just chew that off

Baki did that mantis hit you in the head too hard?

I. I watched way too many prison movies and shows. I don't like seeing someone as young and pretty as Baki in such a place. I rlly don't.

Chapter 19

Yanagi baby i miss you...

IRON MICHAEL?!

Mfkhsjsys 😳🥴

Eh got my hopes too high

CHE BAKI PIBE... LA PUTA MADRE NI ACA ME ESCAPO DE MIS COMPATRIOTAS

I hope he swears too i want to see a boludo o pelotudo PLEASE

I mean para pelotudos lo veo a Yujiro todo el tiempo pero igual JSGWKEGWG me pone bien argento ver al Che carajo

Chapter 20

HE SAID BOLUDO SUAHWKWGAKSGSKSGSKGD

I can't take this omfg new fav I'm sorry Doppo but he just said boludo 😭

Pendejo is more used as pibe here but i will let it pass bc idk the lingo in Cuba and he spent some time there so

Why don't i speak like this too ffs? All i do is say eh and call it a day

He's cocky enough to call anybody any age pibe so I'll let that pass too

Por favor no lo hagas che sksgwj

Chapter 21

Che, pibe, it's a good day to die...

Chapter 22

GSHAGSTSG he should have said "no boludo"

I'm falling in love with this boludo myself

That's talented and brutal

OH RIGHT YOU LOSE YOUR BALANCE WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THAT

Chapter 23

Hm that's, cringe

YESSS HE SAID PELOTUDO

OAHWLGWKQFSKSGSJS SIII ROMPELO TODO CHE, ROMPELO TODO POR DECIRTE YANKEE KSGSSJGS

Honestly i too get pissed off when called American or European, though i won't throw shit to Baki, he's some random 18 yo japanese boy, no way he would recognize latinoamerican lingo lmao

King shit Baki boy

Chapter 24

Oh that's why he's called Jun Guevara, that's fair

I like how they are mixing a bit of truth and a bit of lie it's fun at least

Chapter 25

I like how they are drawing nipples now, occasionally

I can't wait for Viêt to complain about propaganda in the comments

OH SHIT

😳 :Y

He's sooo nice 😍

Chapter 26

Only three? You mean the third is... 👁️👁️

HAHA YEAH YUJI-CHAN <3

I can't believe he works for the USA I'm crying and shaking rn

What a progressive manga, the three strongest and most dangerous men and none of them are white 😍

GET HIS ASS BAKI

Chapter 27

Why is this guy sweating sm?

LDYDYSUGFUDT BAKI PLS

I like how the only time Baki was willing to kill a person was when he thought Sikorsky had hurt his girl

Chapter 28

I feel like Ian will die

Man i love how Baki is drawn in this book

Ffs i called it, i have watched way too many prison things to know how shit goes down

I have seen these three before in fanart but I'm curious to see what they can do

Chapter 29

Their faces remind me of Doyle

OH I CANT WAIT TO SEE EM IN THE ANIME

ASSHOLE DON'T CALL ME STUPID 😢💔

I'm gonna struggle to tell em apart but i think I'll manage

Okay I'm not the only one who thinks they look like Doyle, fair

Chapter 30

The mouth vs Yujiro when?

Someone mentioned the have the same vibe as the dudes that worked with Gaia and like 👁️👁️

Chapter 31

Lmao someone in the comments recommended the same thing

These three must be great at sex (sorry)

KSHALDHDKD NEW FAV COMMENT: "go to Japan and look for the word "defeat". That way you won't feel cocky anymore"

Chapter 32

Hehe hello Junnn~

KSHAKDHKWGS

La luna

Chapter 33

LOS TRES...

Okay that's funny, hocico instead of mouth (hocico is used for animal mouths)

I'm so glad i know Spanish

The two things that drive me insane and make me ramble are Doppo's beauty and this stupid argentinian

OSHSKWGSKSG

Chapter 34

Imagine he's doing that illusion thing Dorian did

With his own blood, that's so cool...

Hoho...!

I did that once when i had a terrible nose bleed, didn't go well

Chapter 35

This book is fucking boring NGL

"now that you got no more urine left in you"

AH.

GAHDYR LMAO

Chapter 36

HO THAT TITLE, PLEEEASE I NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO HAPPEN

HHH he kinda cute...

Oww :(

JDJSJFRGAJ

God piantao is an old word i had never heard it before

AND he took a piss.

LOCO NO SEAS HOMOFÓBICO NINGUNA MINA ACA ES MEJOR QUE ESTE PIBITO TE LO ASEGURO SKSGSKGSJAAGS

Se me cayó un ídolo y yo que le quería dar 😔

ÑSHWQLSGOSGDKW

Let's see if he lied to Baki about just liking eh /j

Chapter 37

I luv Oliva lol

AJSGSKSLAGHS BAKI SNAPPED

I too wonder where the fuck Kozue is

Chapter 38

LSHSLDGSLSGSIEG

He is jealous of what you two have, it's normal, el Che just rejected his love after all ;/

Oliva is a king

OH A HANKERCHIEF I THOUGHT THAT WAS UNDERWEAR SHSGS-

Oh shit Oliva is like 45?! He looked so young

Te fuiste a la mierda, Che, el chabón estaba siendo re bueno con vos

Baki is just dead

Chapter 39

I love how realistic Che's fear is, he's rather smart, though not this time

POOR GUY AJSGSWJW

I didn't realize Che said "what more, it may be a woman!" but to be fair they ARE in jail so

Chapter 40

I'm feeling kinda bad for him ngl

I feel happy for him tho 🥺

Bruh they added one page after the ending of some naked anime girl tf 😐

Chapter 41

These prisoners having fun is kinda sweet

YO INSANE

Bitches be complaining about Maria's looks are just jealous 🥰

Chapter 42

Damn she lorge

He loves fighting naked eh

Only valid person is the one saying Oliva deserves better treatment which tbh true

Chapter 43

Fun fact i wear my jacket like El Che too, unless it's too cold

El che with the hair lose is so cute bro,,,

Something something fingering joke

Sikorski could fold a coin too

I bet the bandana will break

Chapter 44

I would have just fallen on top of him, how is he gonna counter that, eh?

Oh that super fun to know!

Oh the good ol dirty technique, i have seen this one before!

Chapter 45

NOOO MARIA DON'T DO THIS TO HIM

This fight is super cool tho i love these two characters

Chapter 46

They just keep changing the rules i think Itagaki is just flexing at this point

LAAOSFKAGSKAGSKAF???

Baki wants his protagonism back

I'm getting pissed off they keep putting semi naked underaged girls at the end of every chapter 😐

Chapter 47

Bruh just realized, the mouth got so hyped as this new cool villain and they died in their first appearance 😭

His damn bandana...