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fraymotiif · 1 year ago

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alright here we go. remember your safety checks! mind all tags accordingly!

(grabs the funny subway man) YOURE GOING BACK HOME FUCKER by random_ag. still in progress. reunion in chapter 9. looooove their use of descriptive words

Oh, but the Years Have Been Long by layren. still in progress. technically the reunion’s in chapter 3, but it’s a special case because both brothers have lost their memories. the proper reunion is in chapter 12. absolutely gorgeous work, this one. really makes you earn that emotional carharsis

we’ll build a bridge by silybum. an anthology of sorts of oneshots; every chapter is its own reunion scenario. all of them are delightful

Intermittent Retention by neoash. complete. in which Ingo remembers things in spacetime distortions. i just simply love this one. the reunion is in chapter 3

The Truth in the Mist by finnshavocado. complete. in which Emmet travels to Alola to see if Tapu Fini’s mist has any answers for him. the reunion is in chapter 4. i’m running out of different ways to say “this is great”, but it is. it is great jfhsjf

Standard Operating Procedures by layren (again) and pointvee. complete. after Ingo disappears, Emmet pretends to be both of them. the reunion is in chapter 5. if you haven’t read this one, rectify that now

If Your Route Home Changes, Will It Still Lead To Me?/At Which Station Does A Ghost Belong? by anxiouslyintroverted. complete. a set of oneshots, one from Emmet’s perspective and one of the same events from Ingo’s perspective. the rest of this author’s works are definitely worth a read too. they write emotional turmoil so well

Fugue (specifically chapters 21 and 24-27) by janekfan. complete. Ingo returns home and then gets very very sick. incredibly well-written i love the author’s use of prose

recollection, retrospection, recognition by apatheticrobots. complete. an au where Ingo doesn’t lose his memory in Hisui. reunion is in chapter 13. just really good ok trust me

Next Stop: Hisui by cuzreasons. complete. reunion is in the first chapter. this one is generally just a good, fun time of Emmet in Hisui. minimal angst unlike the other ones on this list lol

Give Not Into Sorrow by Hare_Brained_Scheme. complete. reunion is in chapter 11. Emmet arrives in Hisui and starts leading a pack of Hisuian Zoroark, complicating his reunion with his brother. just beautiful beautiful writing in this one

When you reach the end of the line, you must be brave by pinkrhino. complete. reunion is in chapter 13. Emmet arrives in Hisui and immediately gets fucked up and ends up fighting the clock to get home before he. well. you should just read it ;)

for some warden swap aus, there’s Wye Junction by fluentinfangirl12 (reunion in chapter 5) and Through Fire and Fury, You Will Come Home by toriistorii (reunion in chapter 14). and Welcome to Sinnoh’s Temple by maternal_macrophage, which is tangentially related but not technically a warden swap.

and now some oneshots:

To Share Space Once More and The Rapidly Spinning Needle of a Compass by evtraininguniversity, last stop by misspaige, At Dawn by avividshadeofblue, And put a light near my bed, a constellation by ladymina, time has changed the metaphor (and its sequel) by apatheticrobots, Victory Lies Before You by mobbo, Last Train Home by cuzreasons (part of their series of reunion fics) and He’s My Brother, St. Elmo’s Fire by impossiblejedi4*, Wrong number by nellbo_o, Ingo Joseph Joestar's His Own Funeral by fluentinfangirl12, Missed Connection by stellarcoachman, Subway Boss Ingo Declared Legally Dead by anonymous, Ingo come home by protocat, and The World Reversed by blazichu

*biased towards the bestie. check out their other work too even though it’s not all reunion fics! their longfic Always By Your Side is gonna have a great reunion soon too (beta reader future knowledge)

and a little self-promo (since you allowed it! :P) i’m writing Please Win 20 Battles in a Row and (Meet Me Again) which is still in progress but ideally the reunion will happen in the last of 4 chapters which i will hopefully post sometime in this decade lol

that got…much longer than intended, but there’s just so many good authors for this fanbase. i didn’t even include everything i’ve found, or else this list would have been even longer!!

let me know if you enjoy any of these <3 safe travels

YO o7

I just got done rereading one of the best reunion fics this side of the internet (the only way to be sure of catching a train is to miss the one before it by dittolicous, PLEASE go read it-)

And brother? I NEED MORE.

So if yall are down, send me some! Your own, someone elses, long fic or short, fanfic.net or ao3, happiest ending you could ever dream of or the most soul crushing angst straight from Distortion, I am not picky! I need some good ol reunion of the boys like an Ursaluna craves Dazzling Honey!

PLEASE

#submas #fic recs #angst #fluff

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omnipotentmoon · 5 years ago

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I MCFRICKIN DID IT

#;;ooc #gonna make a proper promo soon

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extasiswings · 3 years ago

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blood runs cold (six feet deep)

Feeling extremely normal about today’s new promo, yep, nothing to see here. Anyway, I started speculating about 5x11 and...here we are. Also on ao3.

When anyone asks how things are going at Dispatch, Eddie has a series of carefully planned responses ready to go.

It’s fine.

It’s good.

It’s different, but an exciting challenge.

It’s a transition, and he’s still getting used to it, but he’s happy to be there.

The one thing he never says is the truth.

He hates it. It’s a special kind of hell that seems to have been designed just for him—where he’s trapped behind a desk, on the other end of a call, unable to see, unable to be certain whether the people he’s trying to help are following his directions. He’s entirely out of control.

Yeah. He hates it. Every time he listens to a dispatch, every time a call drops, every time something goes south, he aches to be in the field, physically on the scene. Aches to be doing CPR or checking vitals or bandaging wounds, aches for the weight of a turnout coat around his shoulders or a harness on his thighs. He aches to be useful. More useful than this.

The ironic part is that he’s good at his new job. His supervisor tells him that he has the perfect voice for it—that voice that Eddie pulls out on instinct, developed in the army where the right mix of calm and commanding was a good skill to have when shouting orders in the middle of a firefight or a field hospital.

And Eddie resents that a little bit too. That the thing that makes him good at the new job he hates is something that was so key during a period of his life that he would rather forget. Or at least do over if given the chance.

So. Eddie hates his job.

But even knowing that doesn’t prepare him for The Call.

That’s how he thinks about it afterwards. The Call. Capitalized, a proper noun—so fundamental that his world seems to shift from the before to the after. The Call—a family in their van unable to slow down because of a bomb wired under it, and Buck—because of course it would be Buck—as the guy tasked with saving them.

“Do not take your foot off the gas,” Eddie says firmly to the driver before clicking over to the map of the freeway on his screen and the closed channel to the 118.

“We see the car,” Bobby says in his ear. “Buck is on top of the truck—as soon as we pull up alongside, he’ll jump across and rig a line—we can start handing the kids across.”

“And what happens when everyone is out but the driver?”

Eddie doesn’t like the silence that follows.

“Cap?”

“We’re working on that.”

It isn’t a surprise—not really—when a few minutes later, Eddie hears a burst of static over the line, some muffled shouting and a handful of swears, and then silence.

He goes cold. “Ladder 118, what’s your status?”

Nothing.

He switches to the other line again. “David? Are you still there?”

“About that,” Buck says. “I pulled him from the hot seat and sent him to Cap. You gonna talk me through how to get out of this, Dispatcher Diaz?”

More irony. When their first shift—when their friendship—started with a bomb. Only that time, it had been Eddie’s hands in play with both of them there together.

We might get real close.

You could have my back any day.

Yeah, or you could have mine.

And now he had to listen.

“You’re an idiot, you know,” Eddie rasps, his throat suddenly drier than Death Valley. “We would have figured out another way to get him out.”

“And now you’ll still figure out another way, just with me instead of a civilian,” Buck replies. “Come on—tell me what to do.”

Something inside of him snaps. Shuts down. Blanks out. Like a tv cord being pulled. If asked about the specifics of the next several minutes, Eddie doesn’t know that he could say what happens. He works on autopilot, a machine, a soldier—warzones are my thing—and does not allow himself to think about the fact that Buck’s life is in his hands and he feels more helpless than he ever has.

The explosion, when it comes, is loud enough that Eddie nearly wrenches the headset from his ear. And then, there’s only wretched, wretched silence once more, until—

“Everyone alive and accounted for,” Bobby says. “Firefighter Buckley safe and sound, along with all passengers. We’ll clean up here, Dispatch.”

Eddie ends the call. Slowly takes off his headset.

“Great work, Diaz,” his supervisor says as Eddie passes him in the doorway.

As soon as he reaches the bathroom, he locks the door and falls to his knees. And then he retches until there’s nothing left in his stomach to bring up.

He hates his job.

It’s not where he belongs.

But. It’s where he needs to be. It’s supposed to make everything else easier, to make him better—isn’t it?

Eddie is exhausted by the time he makes it home. He goes through the motions of throwing something quick together for dinner—for Christopher, because he really doesn’t feel like eating much himself—and as soon as he can fall into bed, he’s out like a light.

It’s a little surprising. Ever since Christmas, he’s spent his nights staring up at the ceiling for ages unable to turn his mind off long enough to get to sleep, only catching a few hours here and there. But, he’s exhausted enough that he doesn’t think anything of how quickly sleep pulls him under other than gratitude.

He should have known there would be a catch.

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Buck is exhausted. The car bomb dispatch caught them close enough to the end of the shift that he’s been running on adrenaline and overtime fumes for hours. And, if that call hadn’t been enough to be getting on with, he had promised Taylor he would help move some of her stuff into the loft.

He refuses to think about the fact that being delayed by a bomb and a call straight out of an action movie feels like a neon sign from the universe saying that maybe he was a little impulsive when he asked her to move in officially. He also refuses to think about the fact that her things are everywhere, that she’s in his bathroom getting ready for bed, that she has a key and has promised to stay—

—and now that she’s here, all he wants is for her not to be.

The mattress dips as she climbs into bed, as she kisses his neck and curls into his side. Buck lifts an arm to wrap it around her shoulders out of habit, but he feels—he feels—

Numb.

The memory of Eddie’s voice from earlier echoes in his ears. His chest pangs with the wrongness of it—that isn’t how things are supposed to be. They aren’t supposed to work together like that, with Buck in the field and Eddie behind a desk. It had worked, because of course it had, but it still—

It isn’t how things are supposed to be. It isn’t them.

“Everything okay?” Taylor asks, her fingers carding through his hair. Buck takes a breath and forces a smile.

“Yeah, just—” I almost died today. And at the time, I didn’t care. And I miss my best friend. And everything is wrong. And I think I made a mistake when I told you I loved you. And— “—just tired.”

She kisses him. He lets her.

And then, his phone rings on the nightstand.

“Who could possibly be calling this late?”

Buck ignores the question as his heart leaps into his throat. Because the name flashing on the screen—

“Eddie?”

“Buck?” The voice is quiet, small and scared and far too young.

If Buck thought he was cold before, that’s nothing compared to the ice that floods his veins in that moment.

“Christopher. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“There’s something wrong with dad,” Christopher says. “I think he’s having a nightmare, but he won’t wake up, and he’s told me before that I shouldn’t touch him if that ever happens, but I don’t know what to do—”

Buck is already moving, pulling on sweatpants one-handed, jamming his sockless feet into the closest pair of shoes, grabbing his keys—

“You did the right thing, calling me,” he replies. “I’m getting in the car right now, I’ll be there soon. Okay? Don’t worry.”

He barely stops for red lights. It’s not until he parks again that he realizes—he never even looked back at Taylor. Hell.

Neon sign. But, that’s something he can deal with some other time.

Christopher is on the couch when Buck opens the door. Buck takes a minute to hug him tightly before asking—

“Your dad?”

“In his room. It’s quiet now, but I don’t know—” Christopher bites his lip. “Is he gonna be mad? That I called you?”

“Oh, buddy, no,” Buck sighs, briefly pulling him in again. “No—he’ll understand.”

Buck let Christopher go and started down the hall, hesitating only briefly outside of Eddie’s bedroom door. He hasn’t been inside Eddie’s room for months, not since the early days of Eddie’s recovery when he needed help with a million things. It feels even stranger to be considering it now, when he hasn’t been invited by Eddie himself, when he’s spent at least half of his time since Christmas listening to the voice in his head that says Eddie doesn’t need him, doesn’t want him around at all.

But, he doesn’t listen to that voice now. Taking a slow breath, he puts his hand on the slightly cracked door and pushes it open.

The room is pitch black, but for the light spilling in from the hallway. Buck’s eyes stop on Eddie immediately—his back is against the headboard, his body hunched and curled in on itself. His palms are pressed to his eyes.

He’s shaking.

No—he’s crying.

Buck glances down the hall and closes the door, even though it means shutting out the light. He crosses the room in a few quick strides and settles a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie jerks and his head whips up, his eyes wild and damp. When Buck catches a flare of recognition, he sits down on the bed, his hand sliding from Eddie’s shoulder around to the back of his neck. And Eddie slumps forward, allowing himself to be pulled in, his breath coming in great heaving gasps as his hands twist into the fabric of Buck’s shirt and his face presses against Buck’s chest.

“Buck—”

“It’s okay,” Buck says quietly, pushing aside the flare of alarm the scene brings with it. “It’s okay—I’m right here. I’m right here.”

Eddie shudders and clings tighter.

“I can’t—I can’t—” Eddie shakes his head. Buck’s shirt grows damp. “It was supposed to fix me. Why didn’t it fix me?”

Buck’s eyes burn and he allows them to close as he wraps his other arm around Eddie and pulls him close.

“What was? Leaving the 118?”

Leaving me?

Eddie nods.

“I just wanted to be better,” he confesses in a whisper. And Buck knows him, knows how much that kind of admission cost. “I just wanted—I wanted it to stop being so hard.”

Buck pulls back just enough to look at Eddie’s face in the dark, his hand coming up to cup Eddie’s cheek.

“I understand,” he says. Because he does. Finally, he gets it. Later than he should have, but hopefully not too late. “But Eddie—everything that you’re going through—I don’t think that’s something you can deal with alone. You need help. You just need to be willing to ask for it.”

Eddie’s hands tremble when he releases Buck’s shirt. When he presses them to his eyes again for one breathless moment. And then they fall to the sheets as he looks up and meets Buck’s eyes.

His voice cracks when he speaks.

“Help.”

And Buck pulls him back in.

“Whatever you need,” he promises. “Whatever you need.”

#chapel writes #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie ff

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kindahoping4forever · 4 years ago

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Handprints // Ashton Irwin

I’m not in the habit of taking requests/fic suggestions but when an anon sent me a Tiktok and said they needed to read about this scenario and Ashton... I couldn’t resist. 🤡 (And of course I’m me so I had to embellish it into a story and somehow it still ended up 3k smh) As always, my eternal love and thanks to @cal-puddies for listening to me talk even the simplest fic to death and just generally being my favorite person.

Warnings: Protected sex in an unestablished relationship, male and female oral sex, playfully rough sex featuring dirty talk and brief spanking

Word Count: 3510

Masterlist // Ko-Fi and New 2021 Taglist linked above

Let me know what you think!

You’ve never considered yourself a morning person so it’s nothing short of a miracle that you wake up early. You roll over, stopping just short of the center of the bed, your body registering your unfamiliar surroundings before your mind does. You open your eyes to see a head full of long curls, a tattooed neck and a deliciously freckled back. Right.

You smile to yourself as your tired brain begins to replay the events of the night before. It was your last night in town and you took yourself to a fancy hotel bar to unwind. You’d worked hard all week fielding meetings with your bosses’ bosses but you’d finally landed the promotion; the better pay, the freedom to do the type of work you enjoy - these were all things you’d been aiming for and you couldn’t be happier. It’ll be worth the trouble of having to move out to LA.

Especially now, you think to yourself, looking at the sleeping figure next to you before shaking your head, trying to erase those kinds of thoughts from your mind. You’re getting ahead of yourself. You and Ashton had instantly hit it off, amused at being the only two lone patrons, attempting to people-watch without making it obvious - you trying to distract from how awkward you felt being alone and him nonchalantly jotting notes in his phone, a musician looking for inspiration.

You easily could’ve stayed talking to him all night, listening to his stories about the promo tour he and his band were on, him asking questions (and actually being interested in the answers) about your new job and impending move... but when the invitation to “continue the conversation” in his room led to more than just talking… you can’t say you weren’t hoping for that outcome.

You gently ease yourself out of bed, a few slight aches reminding you what a good time you had last night. You pull your phone out of your purse and check your messages. Damn. The meeting to officially sign off on the new position has been pushed up from an early dinner to a late brunch.

You locate your clothes as quietly as you can and slip into the bathroom; you’re staying across town and won’t have time to make it there and back before your appointment so you do as much damage control as you can, utilizing the swanky hotel’s generous supply of amenities.

You decide your top could use a steam and head back out to the suite in your bra and skirt, hoping to track down an iron but instead you freeze at the sight of Ashton awake, lounging in bed, sheets resting distractingly low around his waist. “Thought you’d skipped out on me,” he smirks, muscular arms flexing as he stretches, drawing your attention to the star on his right bicep that you fell asleep tracing.

You feel yourself fighting every muscle in your body to keep from crawling in bed with him, instead retrieving your makeup bag from your purse. “Of course not,” you chuckle, setting up by the mirror across from the bed. “I did just find out I have to be somewhere though.”

“Oh,” he says, surprised. Disappointed, even? You sneak a peek at him in the mirror, groaning under your breath as the sheets fall away to reveal a quick glimpse of his thick cock heavy between his legs before he pulls on a pair of shorts and walks over to you. “I was looking forward to buying you breakfast,” he admits, settling his face on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist, grinning at you in the mirror.

You smile back, spinning around in his grasp and sighing as he pulls you in for a long, sensuous kiss that has you reconsidering how badly you want this promotion. “I wish I could stay,” you share, running your hand over his beard, wondering if it’s his usual style or just for the ease of being on tour. “But I have to sign before my flight so they can start fast-tracking my transfer to the LA office.” You turn back to the mirror, beginning to liberally pat powder from your compact on your face, trying to compensate for your lack of sleep.

“Fast-track… that sounds promising,” Ash comments, standing behind you again, this time pecking lightly over your bare shoulders. “How soon do you think I might see you out there?”

“Probably be there before you,” you explain, recalling the crazy schedule he shared with you. “They want me to start ASAP so they’re putting me up in a hotel until I can find a place.”

“Mmm,” is his muffled acknowledgment as his kisses travel to your neck. “Wonder if it’ll be as nice as this one.”

“Guess you’ll have to visit and find out,” you boldly tease, breath catching as his touch begins to wander down your body.

He presses into you, hands cupping your breasts over your bra and you watch as a slow smirk spreads across his face when he feels your nipples hard against the thin lace, eagerly anticipating his attention.

“I’ll have to… clearly I can’t leave you alone for too long,” he rasps, morning voice made even deeper by desire. You close your eyes and lean back against him, allowing yourself the momentary distraction. “How much time we got, baby? ...Time for a proper goodbye?”

“Some… some time… not a lot.” Your breath grows heavier as his mouth works over your neck and his fingers tease your hard buds through your bra.

You’re surprised to feel Ash pull back from you but honestly your brain is mush from everything that’s happened this week so you don’t even take the time to question it, instead you just move closer to the mirror to try making your hair look less morning after-y.

Seconds later you feel his lips again, this time leaving a trail of kisses down your back, kneeling to peck around your waistband while his fingers nimbly unzip you; he tugs your skirt down and you don’t even give a second thought to stepping out of the material once it’s pooled around your ankles. His thumbs hook inside your panties and they quickly join your skirt on the floor.

You bite your lip, waiting for his next move but Ashton redirects you, insisting, “Uh-uh, baby, you gotta keep getting ready. Can’t have you being late.” He sits back on his heels, gently rubbing up and down your legs, patiently waiting for you to resume your task.

You give him a curious look but do as he suggests. As soon as he can tell your attention has shifted, his hands start travelling higher and higher until his fingers brush along your folds; you hear him exhale as he realizes how wet you are just from all the touching and flirting.

“Guess I should tell you I’ve been thinking about a proper goodbye since I woke up next to you,” you admit, allowing him to widen your stance, shuddering as his thumb grazes over your clit. He hasn’t applied any pressure yet but you can’t believe how much the brief contact has you buzzing, how dazed your reflection already looks.

“Funny, we could’ve started on that sooner if I hadn’t woken up alone,” he jokes, nibbling along your leg.

You giggle, appreciating his wisecrack and the feeling of his scruff tickling your skin. “Trust me, if I had it my way, your wake-up call would’ve been very different.”

Ash laughs knowingly, “I’ll bet.” He goes quiet and you’re just about to see what he’s up to when suddenly you feel the scratch of his beard between your thighs. You groan as he licks up and down the length of your pussy, dragging his tongue through your folds, teasing you until he settles on your clit, lazily circling around it.

“Ashton…” You start, quickly deciding to give up on whatever you were trying to say once he sucks your clit between his lips, hands pawing at your ass and thighs, encouraging you to spread further for him. You curse under your breath, your interest in preparing for your meeting fading with every new jolt of electricity his tongue gives to your core.

He pulls back, nipping at your inner thigh. “Still doesn’t seem like you’re ready to walk out the door, baby, the clock is ticking,” he chides with faux concern. You feel him grin as he flicks his tongue over you. “Anything I can do to assist?”

You laugh at his audacity. “Oh I’ve definitely got a few ideas.”

He continues to work and you moan quietly, hips rolling over Ashton’s face without you even realizing. He lets you do your thing for a few moments and then he’s gone again before you feel two large fingers slipping inside you. You moan, this time much louder than you mean to. He curls his long digits just right and it causes you to lurch forward, bracing yourself on the mirror in front of you.

You open your eyes and take in the version of yourself staring back at you: pupils blown, lips swollen from sucking them between your teeth, a light sheen of sweat on your face as you get more and more worked up. The hand between your legs makes another expert move against your pussy and you watch your eyes roll back and your jaw drop.

“Jesus, that’s so good... fuck me,” you mumble, head dropping.

“Is that a comment or a request?” Ash quips, loudly sucking his fingers clean.

You turn around, an intoxicating surge of power and confidence flowing through you as you look down at him on the floor, hunger in his eyes, palming himself through his shorts as he gazes up at you.

“That felt so good, Ash,” you murmur, brushing his long curls off his face. “But if I’m gonna risk being late, I think we should make it worth my while and get me on your cock.” You stare into his eyes, matching his desirous energy, hand rubbing over his beard, gently wiping at the glisten of your arousal on his lips.

He stands up and suddenly you’re reminded of just how big and broad he is and you feel an immediate need to have him surrounding you; he pulls you into a heated kiss and neither of you can help but grind, grope and grab at each other. He discards your bra and sucks your tits into his mouth, tongue circling at your nipples over and over. When he comes up for air, your hand dips into his shorts, moaning at the feeling of his cock hard and leaking in your hold. You’re only able to get a few strokes in before he’s nudging your hand aside so he can pull his shorts down.

You subconsciously lick your lips as his cock eagerly springs from the material and Ashton has to laugh. “I can tell what you’re thinking but remember we’re trying to be quick here,” he teases, taking your wrist and spinning you back to your spread stance against the mirror.

You watch his reflection as he pumps at his cock while he grabs a metallic packet from the nightstand, hissing as his fingers drag over the head before he rolls the condom on. “I dunno, right now I’m about ready to straight up quit my job if it means I don’t have to wait until LA to have you in my throat again,” you say, heart pounding as he positions himself behind you.

Ash grins at you in the mirror, rutting against your ass before guiding his cock to your wetness, teasing a bit before pushing inside. “That was a highlight from last night, wasn’t it? Took me so well… any way I asked… so good, baby,” he huffs, hips setting a steady pace.

“Did plenty of asking myself if I’m not mistaken,” you reply, whining as he gives your hair a slight yank, pulling you back into a sloppy kiss.

“That’s true,” he laughs, groaning as you start moving back against him. His hands, big enough to each cover one of your cheeks, massage and pinch at your ass and you shudder when you see how enthralled he looks as he watches his cock move in and out of your pussy as you work against him.

He pinches your ass a little sharper than before and you let out a loud moan, earning a smirk and a low “shh” from him. “Think I need to ask for somethin’ like I did last night,'' you pant, wiggling your ass a bit. “Will you?”

“I was wondering,” Ashton admits, giving your ass a smack so loud it nearly drowns out the whimper it draws from you. “Good, baby?”

“More,” you choke out. He delivers a pair of flat-palm strikes to each of your cheeks, the both of you audibly reacting to how it makes you throb around him. “Fuck, Ash, yessss… So. Fucking. Good.” You try to keep your voice down, given the early hour but his cock is hitting every single spot you need and well so you’re not sure how successful you’re being.

Two more smacks to your ass and you’re leaning in to the mirror, turning to bury your face in your own bicep in an attempt to muffle your cries. Ash brushes his fingers over your hair before roughly tugging you back again, growling, “Nah, I wanna hear you, baby. Lemme know how much you’re gonna miss this cock filling you up.”

His hands come up to grab your tits, fitting over each one and squeezing tight, using the leverage to bounce you on his cock. A series of low whines pour from your throat and you hope he understands they mean that you can’t get enough of how he’s making you feel, how you’re so glad you went to that bar last night, how you can’t believe how well he can read your body despite only knowing you for 12 hours. You hope he knows because he’s fucking you so thoroughly these sounds are the best you can do.

Your breathing has become more pronounced and your fingers splayed on the mirror now appear to be clawing against the glass; Ashton notices and lets his fingers roll over your nipples before running one of his hands down your body to your clit. “Feelin’ good, baby?” He softly asks, slowing his thrusts to an almost agonizing rate as he rubs you. You nod, whimpering his name as he adds more pressure. “Tell me what you need, want you to feel so good when you cum for me.”

“Holy fuck,” you sob, throwing your head back. His fingers work your clit while the new pace of his hips is driving you absolutely mad, moving so slowly and deliberately, you can feel every inch of his cock deliciously dragging against your sensitive walls. “That. Keep doing that. Oh my god.”

He follows your direction, touching you and methodically fucking you. He leans in to kiss along your ear and when he gently bites down, that’s it for you. You gasp his name in measured huffs as you pulse around his cock; somehow you manage to pry one of your hands off of the mirror and you grab behind you, pawing at his shoulder, his arm, anything you can reach.

Ash puts his free hand on the back of yours against the mirror, interlacing your fingers and rubbing over your skin with his thumb as you tighten around him. “Oh baby, yes, that’s a good girl… feel so good cumming around me,” he praises you, voice straining, clearly trying to keep it together himself.

“Ash,” you whine, grinding against him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm. You look at him in the mirror, with pleading eyes. “Please…”

Somehow he knows what that means and he turns your head to slowly kiss you. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hand drop away from your clit, your body starting to settle. You go slack in his arms, leaning against him, closing your eyes and sighing heavily.

“You good?” He checks, amused concern in his voice.

“Oh, so fucking good,” you breathe dreamily. Suddenly a mischievous smile paints your face and you spring up from his chest. “Your turn!”

Ashton chuckles as you drop to your knees and peel the condom off of him, pumping at his cock before eagerly sliding your mouth on him.

“I’d say again you don’t have time for this but I’ll tell you right now this isn’t going to take very long,” he laughs, massaging his fingers through your hair.

You pop off to stroke him. “See? Efficient and exciting, it’s a win/win for everyone,” you grin, a shiver running down your spine as he groans watching you take him down again.

You don’t take as much of him as you did last night, thinking you probably shouldn’t risk showing up to brunch with a hoarse voice. But you bob up and down enthusiastically enough that it’s only a few moments before his grip on your hair is tightening and he’s rushing out your name.

He giggles fondly as he looks down at you sitting on your knees, mouth happily open as you stroke him. “Baby, what are you gonna do about your meeting if this gets all over you?”

You shrug. “Guess you better have good aim then, bro.”

Ashton laughs loudly until you lean in to flick your tongue on the underside of his tip. With a quickly choked out “Shit… baby…”, his cock twitches and cum starts pouring onto your tongue. You open wide, pumping his shaft and humming with pleasure as he continues spurting into your mouth.

When he’s finished, you close your lips around him, suckling at the head a few more times and he lets out a loud growl in response. “Fuckin’ hell, baby, I’m so glad you didn’t listen to me,” he mumbles.

You giggle, buzzing with satisfaction as he helps you back onto your feet. He kisses you passionately and you lose yourself in it a bit, playing with his messy curls, not ready for this to be over. He glances at the mirror as he pulls away from you and he laughs, causing you to turn in curiosity. “Looks like you’re leaving with a couple souvenirs there,” he teases, gesturing towards your reflection where two large red handprints are decorating your backside. In a quieter tone, he offers, “I hope that doesn’t hurt.”

“Well I do,” you respond suggestively, moving closer to examine his literal handiwork. “Hopefully these will have just about faded by the next time I see you… and then we can re-up.”

He groans at your comments and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to pull you in again, knowing you’ve really got to get going. You save him the trouble and kiss him yourself, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth as you separate.

“And look,” you grin, pointing behind you. “You’ve got something to remember me by too.”

Ashton steps closer to the mirror, a naughty smile spreading as he notices your two handprints smudged on the glass. “I should cancel housekeeping for the rest of my stay so I can keep your memory here with me,” he jokes.

He pecks your lips once more and then scoops your clothes up off the floor, smoothing them out as best he can before passing them to you. “Think you’ll make it on time? I can call your boss and pretend to be your bumbling driver who’s unfamiliar with the area.”

You snort, picking up your phone to check your route. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, the meeting’s been switched to a Zoom. My new boss had to get on an earlier flight so we’re electronically signing when they land,” you say with surprise.

“Oh,” Ash agrees, moving back over to you with interest. “And your flight is…”

You bat your eyelashes at him. “Late.”

“New plan!” He announces, literally sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to bed. “Nap. Shower. Room service. Obviously we’ll have to say goodbye again.”

“Obviously,” you concur. “Is the order of these events negotiable? I’m pretty hungry and that protein shot I just took down the throat isn’t going to last me very long.”

He cracks up, flopping on the sheets next to you. “Sequence of events is up for discussion, as long as we agree right now that calling the maid service isn’t on the docket. I was serious about keeping those handprints up.”

You nod with mock seriousness. “If we pencil in the shower after food and sleep, I might have the energy to work on a matching set for you on the shower door.”

Ashton strokes his beard, playfully considering your offer. “Might be able to deliver another pair for you as well. I’m thinking the backs of your thighs?”

“Fuck that new job, this is the obviously the best business deal I’ll be making today,” you giggle.

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captainsavre · 1 year ago

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Okay so, this promo, trailer, teaser or whatever you wanna call it, is a whole bunch of nothing but I have a lot to say about it 😑

First, I noticed that many other shows from this lovely 🙄 network got proper trailers with many decent new scenes from their new season and S19 keeps getting a damn recap, with a bunch of old scenes from s6 and a very brief couple of new ones from s7… It’s just ridiculous how the show keeps being treated!! It gets more and more obvious that the said network doesn’t give a damn about it and isn’t making any efforts to promote the show, surely because they don’t want it to get any attention and consequently make the audience numbers decrease. All they trying to do is to kill the show before it even premieres the last season and it’s disrespectful and infuriating and it makes me sick!!

Second, where the hell is Carina on that promo?! They showed every major character except Carina… again, they just keep ignoring her and her storyline and treating her like she’s nobody and not relevant when she’s one of the main characters and one of the main reasons why the show is so popular and loved.

Third, what’s that scene between Maya and Andy?! They actually made Maya give an encouraging speech about how to be a captain TO ANDY?! When during her captaincy she was horribly treated by the entire team, specially Andy?!! Are you kidding me?!!! It better just be framed to make it look like it, ‘cause otherwise 🙄 And I swear to God, if I have to hear one more time Andy saying she’s gonna be the best captain the station has ever seen, I’m gonna punch someone… girl please, just shut the f*ck up 😑🙄

Seriously though, this is all a big joke and I’m so tired of it… I hate ABC and this entire situation so damn much!! Can any other network or platform please save the show so this can all end soon and I can finally stop being mad and sad and depressed?!! Jeez I’m so so tired 😔

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Station 19 Season 7 Teaser Trailer

#sorry guys i just had to #can you tell i’m mad?!!!#cause i am extremely mad #ughhhh #fuck you abc #😡🤬😤#station 19 #save station 19 #season 7

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somebodycall911onabc · 4 years ago

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Some post-4x13 Buddie because ummmm no to everything that just went down and whatever the hell they're doing with that promo. Pre-relationship Eddie introspection, guest-starring sleepy Buck and Chris (how often can I have these two idiots—Buck and Eddie, not Chris—wake each other up too goddamn early in the morning; the answer is infinite).

Eddie wakes up.

The world is a quiet, washed-out hum of static and dim light. He listens to his breath, in and out, in and out, as the room comes into focus. The rhythmic beeping monitor. The rough sheets over his chest. The hollowed-out numb of his shoulder where—

fuck. Where he’d been shot.

Eddie blinks open his eyes and grimaces. He’s probably doped to hell but his shoulder aches like forest fire, like a pain that will consume him and the whole world too, if he lets it. His head feels like someone pumped it full of air right up until the point before it bursts. He grits his teeth and gathers saliva on his tongue, carefully distributes it so that when he swallows, it will feel less like he’s ingesting a quart of sand. He knows this song and dance. He wiggles his fingers and toes and notes that remarkably, everything’s in working order. He wonders how often you can cheat death before that karma comes to get you.

Although he thinks Buck would probably go to bat for him, even against death himself. The heart monitor spikes as Eddie remembers with a vicious and cruel clarity Buck’s eyes on his as Eddie shuddered and collapsed. Buck’s wide, deer-in-headlights eyes, all that Eddie could see, just two pinprick pupils until there was nothing else, just the black, blank darkness.

Eddie tips his head to the side and opens his eyes, unclenching his fists, and nearly reels back when he sees Ana. She’s crumpled in the seat beside him, her chin resting on her collarbone, her long, dark eyelashes twitching against her cheek as she sleeps.

He closes his eyes and turns his head away.

But Ana’s a light sleeper. She was already waking up when he looked at her, roused from the shallow depths of unconsciousness by the change in Eddie’s breathing pattern, or something. His eyes are still closed when she croaks out, “Eddie?”

He looks at her.

“Eddie!” She says, raising her hands to flutter them over his chest, his face, his un-wounded shoulder. “You’re awake! You’re alive! Thank God,” she says, fervent. Like a prayer.

“Guess I’m just… lucky,” Eddie wheezes out. She smiles at him, eyes watering, and he gave the PG-version of his Silver Star story in her classroom but there’s no hint of recognition in her eyes.

“Either the luckiest man alive, or the unluckiest,” she says. “I’m pretty sure a lucky man wouldn’t be shot at quite so much.” She presses a kiss to his temple and Eddie has the horrible impulse to bat her away from him like she’s an overbearing aunt.

God, he’s an idiot. And it would take getting shot for him to realize it.

“What… happened?” Eddie asks, relieved when she leans back and settles into her chair.

“I’m not sure… I heard there was a sniper on the scene. The police think he might be targeting first responders, because how could this year get any worse?” When she shakes her head, her curls bounce in a way Eddie found appealing, once. It feels like a million years ago.

“Chris?” He asks, heart racing once more. She glances at the monitor and then back to him, offering a reassuring smile that does little to soothe his nerves.

“He’s OK. Buck’s with him.” Those three words calm Eddie instantly, like someone turning off an electric kettle, the worry bubbling up inside him simmering to a still. Because it means Chris is OK, and so is Buck. “I’m really grateful to Buck,” Ana is saying, taking his hand in hers, drawing his attention back to her. “It means I get to be here, with you.” She smiles at him like he’s fragile.

Wrong.

Eddie looks at her and doesn’t know how to tell her. How to tell her that the right thing would be for her to be at Chris’s side. That Chris always came first. Chris was the first and only priority. Chris was Eddie’s heart, raw and exposed, just like Bobby had said.

He looks at her and thinks about Chris’s smile, how he lights up the minute Ana walks in the room. He thinks about Chris confessing to him, quiet and anxious, that he’d asked Santa to find Mommy. He thinks about his parents telling him that the proper thing to do was to marry the girl carrying his child, even if he wasn’t sure he loved her.

Chris has been and will always be the most important thing in Eddie’s life. But Eddie’s starting to realize that even with a Northstar as good and perfect as Chris, Eddie didn’t always make the best choices. For himself, for Chris, or for their family.

“Can you call Buck, for me?” Eddie asks, brushing his thumb over Ana’s delicate knuckles. “If it’s not too late. I want to see my boys.”

She hastily bends down to pick up her purse and fumble her phone out, tell him it was fine, Buck had wanted her to call him as soon as Eddie woke up, anyway. He catches a glimpse of a “5” as she unlocks the phone and opens her contact list.

In the early morning, hospital quiet, Eddie can hear the phone ring on the other end of the line. Once, twice. Click.

“Hello?’ Buck asks, voice scratchy with sleep.

“Let me talk to him,” Eddie says, before Ana can get a word in. She hesitates, opens her mouth, but he holds her gaze until she extends the phone to him. Eddie’s hand is steady when he takes it from her.

“Hey,” Eddie says. Buck’s bleary-eyed, curls smashed to one side of his head, half his face obscured by a dark shape.

“Eddie,” Buck says, a ragged, relieved sound. He shifts, and Eddie hears him say, “Chris, Chris wake up, it’s your dad, Chris, he’s OK!”

And then there’s another face, pressing too close to the camera, so that Eddie mostly sees a nostril and some chin.

“Daddy!” Chris whoops, and Eddie smiles, and Buck pulls Chris back from the phone screen so Eddie can see him.

“Hey there, buddy,” Eddie says, “sorry I scared you.”

“W-wasn’t scared,” Chris insists, blinking rapidly because without his glasses, the world was mostly a multi-colored smudge. “I had Buck.”

Buck—who settles Chris’s glasses over his face with heartbreaking tenderness. Buck—who wraps an arm around Chris and scoots them back against the headboard so they can both see Eddie. Buck—who had clearly been sleeping in Chris’s bed, keeping him safe while Eddie was getting several pints of blood pumped into his body and shrapnel extricated from his shoulder.

“That’s good,” Eddie says. “Really good.”

“We knew you’d be OK,” Buck says. “Right, Superman?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause of your lucky charm.”

Eddie has to close his eyes against that. Chris is still so young, still Disney-innocent and honey-sweet, and Buck knew exactly what to say to calm Chris down. He knew Chris’s favorite bedtime story and the playlist Eddie made for him to help Chris fall asleep.

“That’s right,” Eddie chokes out. “My St. Christopher medal.”

“No.” Eddie blinks at that, at the stubborn line of Chris’s mouth. “Me. And Buck.”

Buck looks just about as surprised as Eddie feels.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“What?” Buck asks.

“What?” Chris asks, confused at their confusion. He addresses Buck. “Daddy said that I was his good l-l-luck charm. Because he loves me. A-and he loves you, so you’re his good luck charm too.”

Eddie isn’t sure if his kid is perceptive or just putting together ideas in the way only kids can. But it doesn’t really matter, because he isn’t wrong.

“Got me there,” Eddie agrees. “I must be pretty lucky, since I’ve got the both of you watching my back.”

Buck’s smiling a pleased, sunshine grin. The room is too dark and the connection is too poor, but Eddie would bet money that Buck’s blushing.

Eddie very deliberately doesn’t look at Ana.

“We’ll come visit as soon as the hospital opens,” Buck promises. “It’s good you called, because we should probably get going.”

To his right, Chris gives a huge yawn.

“You sure? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You think we’re gonna be able to sleep now that you’re awake? No way.”

“No way!’ Chris agrees.

“We’ll be there in fifteen. Twenty. Ten?” Buck looks down at Chris.

“Five!” Chris shouts. “The f-firetruck could make it in five minutes!”

“But we only have Buck’s jeep,” Buck says, pouting at Chris. “Definitely not a firetruck.”

“Fifteen,” Chris amends.

“OK,” Eddie says with a laugh that barely hurts. “I’ll see you soon. Thanks, Buck.”

“For what?” Buck asks, ruffling Chris’s hair with the hand that had been draped over Chris’s shoulders. “Be there soon.”

The call disconnects with the finality of a book snapping shut. He squares his shoulders (as much as he can while lying in an inclined hospital bed with a bullet injury) and turns his head to face Ana.

Her eyes are narrowed and hard, like ice over a troubled stream.

“So,” she says, slow and calm, “Buck?”

“Yeah” Eddie says. It’s all he can say. He can’t tell her how to be what he needs, what Chris needs. He can’t tell her to put Chris first like a reflex, like an instinct.

He doesn’t blame her. He isn’t mad at her. He isn’t even disappointed. He’s as shocked as anyone that he met someone who understood, immediately and profoundly, that Chris was Eddie’s world. Eddie had never counted on someone like Buck. And it was time he stopped running from that and accepted it for the undeserved, unparallelled gift that it was.

“I’m sorry,” he adds.

“Me too.” Ana takes her phone back with a snap of her wrist and drops it in her purse. “I’m going to go home.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, feeling a little guilty. He knows what it’s like to feel left behind, waking up with nothing but a note and the realization that you could never be good enough.

Ana gets to her feet and smooths the wrinkles of her blouse, and for a moment she reminds him so much of Shannon that he’s dizzy. The straight back, the self-posession, the tumble of curls swept over her shoulder.

He hopes Ana finds a love worthy of her, someone who will treasure her and believe her when she says, “sometimes our limitations let us know who we are.”

Because Eddie looked at the world like a challenge. He threw himself into it like the world might burn up tomorrow, but he would fight to the last breath anyway. He peeled away honorable discharge and may experience lifelong mobility dilemmas and we know what’s best for him and don’t you know how hard it is to be a single father like strips of old paint.

And Buck was the same way. Buck was I had to do it and didn’t you know Jim Abbot played baseball with only one hand and I’m in. You wanted us to bond, Cap. We might end up real close.

Eddie watches Ana leave, her heels clicking sharp against the tiled floor. At the door, she turns her head.

“I am glad you’re OK, Edmundo.”

“Thank you.”

And then she’s gone.

And then Eddie waits, anticipation mounting, for his boys to bring him home.

#once again Chris is the best and most unintentional wingman #buddie #ray writes #911 spoilers #can you tell I've been binging The Locked Tomb series because I nearly slipped into second person like a thousand times #writer can't fucking figure out a voice of her own #don't worry about it #I sure don't #it's all about the idiots to lovers #Buck is just one giant golden retriever #also yes I nearly had an aneurysm at just the idea of Buck snuggling Chris to keep away the nightmares and I HAD to share

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perksofbeingasunflowerblog · 2 years ago

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I'm just so proud of him we know how much of a confidence booster this tour has been and for him to channel it into his second album and to get proper support and promo is going to make it 10 times more special. all i keep thinking of is 2017-18 louis who would try to reassure every fan who asked when the album was coming with a tiny soon. and now he's gonna dominate the world with the music he wants to put out.

#sort of all over the place #just very emotional #i keep thinking about the video of him holding a coffee cup and sayinv soon is soon

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triple-hbk · 3 years ago

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Fic: This Isn't Everything You Are- Part 6

Link to other chapter posted on tumblr, or on my A03

And you wish you'd went home days ago, to say goodbye or just hello

He hadn't called and as the door opened, he kinda wished he had.

Shawn looked like shit and Hunter knew a pilled out of his head Shawn from a mile away. His heart sank a little and he wished hadn't bothered.

For his part, Shawn looked dumbly at the other man stood there and didn't greet him, he didn't even smile. He just left the door open for Hunter to come in and walked back into his home.

Hunter closed the door behind him and took in the surroundings. Everything looked pretty good from the last time he'd been here. He followed the path that Shawn had taken and found his friend sat on an armchair.

Hunter looked to see the TV on and muted and guessed Shawn was at least relaxing while he was off. Taking one of the other seats, he observed his friend. A mouthful of chewing tobacco was pushed to the side of Shawn's mouth and a bottle now in his hand as he spat it out. Another of Shawn's little habits. He didn't miss prising it from Shawn's mouth.

“Whattya want?” Shawn said.

“Well, as I couldn't get hold of you I wanted to see if you were okay. I've been missing you on the road,” Hunter said.

Shawn rolled his eyes at the sentiment. “Yeah, looks like it.”

There was a little edge to the words that Hunter didn't like to hear. “What's that supposed to mean?” he asked, even though he knew.

“You think I stopped watching?”

Hunter heard that bitter and accusing tone. He already regretted coming. “What did you think I was gonna do? You wanted to go home and show goes on. I've got a career as well, you know. I want to make my own mark.”

“Well now you get a chance to do just that,” Shawn replied. But Hunter noticed that face relaxed a little after those words as though he let go of some of the anger.

“You could still be part of the show, you know. You could be part of DX. You don't have to wrestle-”

“I know I could but I'd hate it. Watching guys my age or older still wrestling when I know I can't.”

“Have you done any rehab for your back?”

“Not yet,” Shawn answered.

Hunter didn't push it. Shawn had quickly relaxed into normal conversation with him but he was still aware of the fact that he wasn't completely sober and that could always cause an unexpected reaction, especially as he didn't know what Shawn had taken or how much. “Well, I hope you do and you feel like coming back soon. It's not the same without you.”

“Better?”

It was a question but it wasn't as loaded as Hunter expected. He looked at Shawn carefully before deciding to answer it.

“Not better. Different. At first it just felt like you were taking a couple weeks off.”

In the run up to 'Mania Shawn hadn't been as present as he had been beforehand. Hunter missed his friend, but he could see why Shawn wasn't that eager to fly all over the Country to do promos.

“And then it kinda settled in and I really missed you and it's kinda feeling like the new normal, I guess. But I still miss you, which is why I came.”

It was a lie. The reason he came was he dreamt Shawn killed himself but he didn't want to share that truth with Shawn.

“What would you have done if I was out of town?” Shawn asked.

Hunter shrugged, “Stayed at a hotel.”

Shawn didn't laugh. He barely smiled, but there was a little lightness to him. Maybe a slight smirk. And Hunter couldn't get over the giddy feeling that hit him at the thought that he'd made his friend smile. “Jus' as well I got no place to be, huh?” Shawn said eventually. “So, you just came by to say hi then?” He added.

Hunter shrugged “Is that so bad?”

“If I'd known you were coming we could have done something more exciting than sitting here.”

Hunter thought that maybe with nothing to really focus on Shawn was bored out of his skull and could do with some proper company. “We can still do something. What did you have in mind?”

Shawn smiled that time and without a word, stood up and grabbed his car keys and coat, waiting for Hunter to follow him, as he knew he would.

#Shawn Michaels #Triple H #DX #fanfic

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woozi · 4 years ago

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if you had to describe your friendship with your moots as seventeen ships (boochan, jeongcheol etc) which moots would it be and why? is it dynamics? your undying love for each other? rivalry? sorry if this doesnt make sense ^^

it does make perfect sense don’t be sorry!! <3 also i don’t really see myself as just a single member of svt (although i am eerily similar to jihoon irl, surprise!! JDFJKDFK) so going through 12 pairings through a single member may not be very telling for my r/s with my moots sdksjkdjsd that being said i’m just gonna go through a few select ones!! some of these also don't exactly match svt's dynamics, but for the sake of answering, i would say they're pretty similar, lol.

cheol x gyu — i’m not associating rhys (@heartgyus) with cheolgyu’s dynamics just becase she used to bias one and now biases the other (👀), but i think they simply encapsulate our relationship perfectly as well <3 what am i if not the older sibling that roughhouses and gets roughhoused by the younger one JKDSJKDSJK i think we can also be jihan but this is exclusive to what happens (uhh... evil things) in the DMs lmfao. and maybe because people always think there’s something going on between us dsjkjkdjkds

junhao — cliche as fuck but i can’t help it it’s how e (@junhaoshua) and i are KJSDJKDS i was actually going through the list when it hit me.. we ARE junhao <3 jun’s (who would be me in this case) the older and more playful one out of the two, but hao also does his fair share of crazy antics ESPECIALLY with jun. i also think e is so cool (just like hao is). that’s MY bestie right there!! inseparable. fond. loyal. a pact made in blood. perfect for e and i <3

jeonghan x hoshi — partners in crime. mother and child. this is also what aya (@bonknanab) is to me <3 when i think of jeonghan and hoshi, i get reminded of their vlives (which always give me comfort and a sense of familiarity like aya does) just like seokhan. i feel like i can talk about literally anything and everything with aya! and just like when hoshi is with jeonghan, i tend to be a little more grounded while still somehow retaining the potential crazy antics. my fun older sister <3

soonhoon — pure energy vs solid wall. it’s carrie (@art-hao) and i <3 can i just say that when i made this connection between us and soonhoon... i literally felt like i ascendeDDDD not to toot my own horn but im SO SMART for this JDKKJSD u all don’t understand because this is literally how we are (both as individuals and as a pair). i cannot explain it but i, for sure, can most certainly attest that if any of these pairings i’ve mentioned/will be mentioning just reflect similarities, soonyoung and jihoon are EXACTLY as carrie and i are. i don’t even need to explain it i’m just gonna link all of u to soonhoon vids <3

seoksoon — belle (@xuseokgyu) is literally the seok to my soon <3 as they say, it’s literally almost canon JDSJKSJ i also love how we recognized this because of one of the carat anon ask games, but u know what they are absolutely right lol. belle is my positive ball of sunshine who also guides me when i’m going off the rails (just like how seokmin is the part-time hoshi wrangler). just as seoksoon has their own little world sometimes, i think no one connects with me and gets me (esp my dino tunnel vision) like belle does and i think that’s special <3

soonwoo — no one balances hoshi’s external chaos better than wonu, and i think belle (@gotseventeens) does exactly that when we’re together <3 at first, people think wonu’s cold and intimidating, but in reality he’s just a calm ball of internal chaos and other miscellaneous knowledge DSJKJDSDSKLSD this is literally how i thought of belle at first (minus the cold part), but as soon as we actually got to some proper talking, i realized that i literally cannot go without this person. friends for life, just like soonwoo!! <3

seokhan — one of the first things i think of when i think about jeonghan and dk together is that iconic eating vlive in their dorm, and i think that sums cora (@ohoshi) and i’s relationship KJDSJKDS i don’t think we personally match jeonghan and dk’s personalities, but we do dynamic-wise (or at least I think we do DSKJDJKS)! cora’s also just very supportive of me, just like how jeonghan is to dk. and although we don’t talk much lately (just like how seokhan aren’t able to share hotel rooms anymore bc.. well.. they have nowhere to go lmfao), i still treasure this bond with her <3

verkwan — ok but literally oona (@vernons) and i <3 foremost, oona is just here vibing like vernon and i absolutely love that omg. she’s also very collected and keeps to herself for the most part but when she reaches out, her gestures are always so heartfelt, which again, is like vernon! i really admire oona just like how boo does vernon, and the way i see it, i’m the loud friend (boo) whose antics vernon always witnesses, but when it comes to things they’re also a confidant. 10/10 vibes on this one!! <3

seungkwan x dk — wholesome. besties. it’s chey (@soonhoonsol) and i <3 like cora and i with seokhan, chey and i aren’t really similar to booseok but when they’re together i just think of happy and good things, which is what i get reminded of when i think of chey. <3 going through the list, i think they are also what we’re most similar to? i don’t think our dynamic can be compared to one of svt’s but this is the closest (maybe chey can suggest a better one JDSSDKDSJK)!! another one i can probably compare it to is wonwoo x vernon because i just feel like i can rely on chey just like vernon does wonwoo. <3 and like the two who have their personal humor codes, i also feel this special bond and fondness with and for chey!

hoshi x mingyu — am i about to steal your wallet. am i gonna get pissy that you beat me in a worthless competition (i know u will <3). that’s it that’s the post for emily (@iiasha). SDJKJDSJKDS mingyu’s also the prime witness and the reaction-machine to hoshi’s shenanigans and that’s literally how emily is with me, especially when i first got into caratblr (icb she saw the dinonara in me even before i did oh M YGODD). also emily is my getaway driver so this checks out. <3

jeonghan x wonwoo — i just realized that these are two of anna’s (@haniehae) boys but maybe the things and people we like also say a lot about us jdkjsdjdsjkds. i think our dynamic would be similar to jeonghan and wonu! jeonghan always like starting shit up (like i do <3), but wonu (like anna) always handles it very well and elegantly at that lol. i also just can’t describe why i feel like we fit this vibe, but i just get the Feeling™ JSDJKSDJKDS together, these two aren’t very chaotic, but i think they are quite the powerful pair (esp when they combine their sexie brain power and scheme together, just like what we did for HourlyHannie - shameless promo DKJSKJSDJKDS). also anna has Cool As A Cucumber vibes like wonu as well so <3

jeonghan x woozi — i always think of the time during svt’s trainee days wherein jeonghan was intimidated of woozi DKJKSDJ that’s also how i thought of izzie (@coupsnim) when i first entered caratblr bc i thought she was so cool (she still is!! <3) i also see that jeonghan has a lot of respect for jihoon and i do likewise for izzie. like jihoon as well, izzie mentioned that she’s not good at conveying things, but i feel it when she tags me here and there in little things (which i also might have missed some bc i have not been checking my notifs JDSJJDSJS ILY IZZIE). she’s one of the constants here as jihoon is central to svt, and i think of izzie very highly <3

boochan — lee (@uriboogyu) and i aren’t frenemies (but maybe we will have this arc soon JDSJKSDJSD JK!!!!!!!!!!), and i don’t really know where i’m getting this vibe from either, but when i think of lee and i boochan comes to mind. i think it’s because we’re always screaming at each other JKDSKJSJKSD. but as i think more about it, i believe it’s also because lee is a bit like dino as she’s the younger sibling that always reaches out to grumpy old people like me (and boo JDSKJSDKJ). both are very confident too!! also boochan lives for the show, and i won’t elaborate, but lee and i do too JDSKKJD

hoshi x seungkwan — target practice. waiting for each other’s downfall. still besties nonetheless <3 @mulberry-rose. i’m always excited to see if boo and hosh are gonna be friends or enemies a certain day and this is exactly what happens to monet and i lol. she’s one of the people who snipe me for my bias list, but we love to see it <3

soonchan — FOND FOND FOND FOND FOND!! when i think of soonchan i think of that vlive inside boo’s hotel room wherein they were hugging and calling each other 😭 or that one time in isac where dino’s just resting on soonyoung’s lap 😭 that’s exactly the feeling i get with mina (@mango-mina). i treasure this one right here! the absolute sweetest <3

#i was gonna post this yesterday but the internet went down HELPPPP #anyway #i wanted to include jeongcheol but i dont think it fits with anyone </3 #also #i think it's v interesting how i'm perceived as hoshi-like on here and i guess that does make sense too SDDSKJS #i also am not familiar at all with shipnames so if i got some wrong no i didn't <3 #although i did look up a list of the ships but i don't think theyre right jdsjdsjsdk #i also tried to make this longer so it'd be worth ur wait and bc i got this twice dskjjds i hope u enjoyed reading through this anon <3 #it was fun to do!!#i just needed to charge both my brain and social energies lol #y.ask #anon

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