#i say 40 years because it took them a while to realize it's always just the same ten arguments rehashed

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

BoCo and Bear have this unique look they exchange. Not every day but like once every month or so—whenever there is extremely predictable drama going down at Tidmouth.

It's a wordless "Can you believe this shit?" / "No, somehow, even after forty years, I cannot quite believe this shit."

[bunnys-kisses]

This is my first time ever submitting an ask on tumblr but i didnt realize u also wrote for Fernando !!! i have kinda a big order tho so mb ToT. can i please get persian roll and swiss roll with a side of naked and famous and champagne? served Fernando Alonso :))

bakery menu!!

want to submit your order? hit up the menu! there are many things on the menu and i would love to see what you come up with! these orders have been so fun to do, so thank you to everyone who has submitted them! <3 (also don't worry about it being a bigger order, i love doing this as well!!)

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat." + swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you." + naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader + champagne: sugar daddy situation served by fernando alonso (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sugar daddy au, bimbo/ditzy!reader, mean!fernando, age gap (20s/40s), dirty talk & degrading language, fingering, doggy style, rough sex, orgasm denial

"daddy!" you chirped as you came through the front door of fernando's large house in spain. your heels clicked against the tiled floor and you did a full turn to find him, "daddy! where are you!" you perked up when you saw him emerge from the kitchen. he was drying his hands on a dish towel.

his smile dropped when he saw the bags in your hand. the names on them were expensive. he grew a little curious, "how did you pay for those, princess?" he asked you with his eyebrows raised. you didn't have a job, you hadn't had one for almost two years. and with the amount the appeared to be in those bags, your allowance didn't pay for that either.

you dipped your head a little and said, "i don't know daddy." and softly put the bags down and clasped your hands behind your back. your glossed bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

dumb little girl. stupid, idiotic little girl. you wouldn't learn your lesson until your ass cheeks were bruised till they were purple and you were wearing the collar that fernando bought for you when you misbehaved. there was a little weight to the item to remind you who you belonged to.

he groped your ass while you laid out on his lap. your ass was properly bruised as you whined against him. you were a pretty, whorish display for him. his grip was tight as he said, "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

you moved a little, 'daddy, please." you wanted to bury your head under the covers. to hear his rough voice in your head left you heated all over. he could so easily get under your skin, he could push and pull you into any position he needed you in. that was the power of a sugar daddy in that kind of arrangement. fernando, regardless, held over power over you. and it always made you pant heavily in a heated passion that made your cunt clench around him.

he liked you like this, submissive against him. while he'd give you the world, there were rules you had to follow. he touched your ass a little more as he said, "i know you cannot think, princess. there are so thoughts in that head of yours. but, what did i say about not taking daddy's credit card? you have to behave, angel."

you squirmed a little, "i'm sorry, daddy." you tried to pull away from him, but you weren't getting far. you clung to the sheets under you, your ass was a whorish display. he sank his fingers inside of you for a moment and you moaned loudly, "daddy i'm sorry!!!" and arched your back slightly, which fernando liked quite a bit.

"i bet you are." he said. his fingers felt so good in you as he rubbed against some of your more sensitive areas which made your toes curl, "but i know you'll do it again. because you are a bad girl, always a bad girl for me." his voice was low and it made you squirm a little more.

your cunt took his digits so well, your back arched so pretty and fernando continued to finger fuck you. he just kept you on the edge of orgasm, not helping you got over the hill with it. he teased you and you whined as you tried to get some friction from his rough jeans.

"no. no, princess. it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat." he said as he refused to let you orgasm, this was all part of the punishment. it didn't take long before you ended up off of his fingers and on your face in the pillows with our hips in the air. you pretty pussy on display for him.

fernando got his clothes off and ended back on the bed with you. he licked his fingers clean of your wetness before he got up behind you on the bed. his cock was at full attention and the head was leaky with pre-cum. he wanted you, he wanted you badly. even when you misbehaved and caused him headaches. he wanted to finish inside that pretty cunt and bully his cum as deep as he could get you.

when he got himself inside of you, your back was arched and you clung to the pillows. your noises got loud and pathetic. you tried to beg, "i'm sorry, daddy" and hiked your hips up a little further.

"i know you are. i know you want me to forgive your little incident. but i think i may have grown too soft with you, angel. being too nice.' he said as he rutted against you. he could feel the flash of heat in his body, he pushed your head into the pillows and picked up the pace. he bullied your sweet cunt and your noises were greatly muffled, "you've become a spoiled little slut. you enjoy getting into trouble." he moved against you harder and you were moaning loudly.

"please, daddy." your back arched more as you yearned for him greatly. he just thought you were to die for, beyond beautiful laid out under him. if he flashed enough bills in your face or slipped you his credit card, you'd happily do anything he asked. he had you bound in a way that there was little to escape from him.

he continued to fuck you with a feverish pace and was spurred on by your hot and heavy moans. he watched you whine and claw at the covers like a wild animal. you were insatiable at times. you yearned for cock deeply and who was fernando to deny you that. but he was going to deny you the sweet release you craved.

only good girls got to cum.

he pace was brutal and you felt the rush of pleasure through you. you panted wildly and felt the inferno of lust in you. you were fernando alonso's stupid little princess and you wore that title with pride. you were proud to be his, even if you had bubblegum for a brain. but that was alright, that was what fernando was there for. to make sure his angel was cared for.

"are you not going to take my credit card anymore? you're going to be a good girl for me? not cause me problems? i'd hate to have to leash you. keep you close to me so you don't cause problems." he groaned as he continued to fuck you.

you shook your head against the pillows, "no daddy, i'm sorry daddy." your voice was strained as you felt close to your climax. but fernando finished before you, he shoved his entire length into your sweet cunt and made you toes curl at the feeling.

"that's what i like to here, angel. you sound so pretty when you beg for me. maybe you do have it in you to be a good girl for me." his thrusts were rough and it made your heart feel in your throat. he fucked you with a fury that left you feel even dumber.

"daddy."

with a few more heavy thrusts he finished inside of you. marking your pretty little pussy. he loved when he shoved it in as deep as it would go. leave a little reminder of him in you. he groaned harshly, "so pretty under me. such a little fucking whore." his words were biting and it only turned you on more. but before you could finish. he pulled out and pinched your clit. "no." and you whined more.

"daddy!" your voice was tight.

you whined and fernando said, "if you want to finish, you for once have to work for it. now get up on daddy's thigh." <3

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

After The End

Pairing: Bucky x Reader/former Steve x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: idk... there's lots of arguing and resentment

Genre: mostly angst some fluff here and there

Summary: It took you ages to put yourself back together when Steve chose to stay in the 40s, what happens when he comes back two years after

***

Life after Thanos was hard. Watching some of your closest friends disappear was not something you would ever be able to forget. Especially with those of you that were left scattered around trying to patch up what could be saved. Those five years were hard, but harder still was having almost everyone you loved return only to lose others. If you had known that beating Thanos would mean losing your boyfriend you might not have tried so hard. It's selfish to think that way, you know it is but you had a whole life planned with Steve, and being heroes you knew there was a chance you wouldn't get to see it through but losing him like this was- almost too much to bare. All he had to do was return the stupid stones to where you'd gotten them from to save the universe. It was supposed to be simple and there was something soul shattering about him choosing not to return to the team, to you. He took the stones back and then he stayed. Chose a life with Peggy that was never his rather than the life with you that he already had. It was agony, for months you were heartbroken. But you got through it. You mourned that life you envisioned, you mourned him, and while you'll probably always love him, you refused to let his choice destroy you. And you considered yourself lucky because Bucky was there for you through it all. On nights that were really bad, Bucky would stay with you even if you were up all night.

You aren't entirely sure when it happened, even now, looking back on it you can't pinpoint the moment late night conversations and afternoons completing chores became... more than that. You guess in spending so much time together you started to see Bucky in a different light. You'd always cared for him but what happened with Steve seems to have created a level of closeness you didn't expect. That first night that you kissed him was unexpected even to you. You'd been talking about nothing of consequence, he was lying on the floor of your room while you were in your bed, both of you staring at your ceiling for the most part. There was a lull in the conversation so you said the thing that had only clicked for you the week before at that point.

"I can't believe I let myself feel inadequate for so long." You sighed. You'd convinced yourself, for weeks, that Steve leaving was because you weren't enough, and only now were you coming to your senses about it.

"I'm sorry." Bucky had whispered it so quietly you almost thought he wasn't talking to you.

"You're sorry? For what? You didn't make him leave." You scoffed at him.

"For letting you feel less than perfect."

"Come on Buck, that's not on you." You'd rotated onto your stomach with a chuckle at his words. He'd cracked one eye open to look at you when he realized you were staring at him. Before you let yourself think about it too hard, you had leaned over the edge of your bed and kissed Bucky. It was quick and a bit awkward because of the angle but you made sure not to shy away from his surprised stare after.

"Did you just-" Bucky didn't even finish the question.

"Yeah. I guess I did." You'd smiled slowly watching a slight pink warm Bucky's cheeks.

You wish you could simply say 'and the rest is history' but that makes it seem like things were way easier than they were. It wasn't a smooth transition by any means. That night neither of you spoke for far too long, and when you could muster up something to say it wasn't to address the rapidly growing elephant in the room- it was to dispell the tension. You and Bucky spent two weeks dancing around the subject before he finally asked you if you were even ready for another relationship after Steve. That's when it clicked, why he'd been avoiding it in the first place, he was considering the possibility you were rebounding. Understandable concern but nope. It had been months, almost a year actually, since Steven had left. You knew you were in a place to begin again and you wanted to do it with Bucky.

Now the rest is history. You've been together ever since. About a year and a half at this point and you can't remember the last time you were this happy. The two of you meshed so well you can't believe there was a time you thought your future was with another man. You smile to yourself as you think about it while working on a painting. There's a knock at the front door that you almost don't hear.

"Y/n can you get the door? I'm in the bathroom!" Bucky shouts.

"Oh shit, of course!" You put down your brush and head to the door. You can't describe the shock that gripped you when you open the door.

"Steven." You blink at him.

"Hey. Nat- told me you'd moved. Luckily she uh, had your new address so-" He trails off with a shrug.

"Look not to- sound rude or anything, like I'm glad to see you, I think but, what are you doing here?" You ask.

"I thought- I thought I knew what I wanted but I got it wrong. I got it so wrong. My life- my happiness, it's here. With you." Steve steps towards you and you instinctively step back, placing a hand up gently to indicate your boundary.

"Hang on a second Steve. Just because your plan didn't work out doesn't mean you can just waltz back into my life like nothing's changed."

"Y/n! Who's at the door?" Bucky's voice calls from inside.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." You call back.

"I- didn't realize you'd have company." Steve mutters.

"Oh I don't. That's-" Before you can explain, Bucky's asking something, now walking over to join you at the front door.

"So who's this unbelievable surprise guest of-" Bucky's hands drop from where they were just about to settle on your waist when he finally glances out your door. "Steve." He says stepping back.

"Told you, you wouldn't believe me." You toss over your shoulder.

"Hey pal. Long time no see." Steve says. You can't tell if he's totally put it together yet but the strain in his voice tells you he at least knows something's changed between you and his best friend.

"I'll say. What happened to growing old with Carter?" Bucky asks, stepping around you to half hug Steve and offer a shoulder pat.

"I realized that- wasn't the life I wanted. I mean it was once upon a time but, not anymore. Things have changed." Steve shrugs.

"I see." Bucky nods.

"Well, Steve you're welcome to stay here with us while you- get back on your feet in the 21st century! Right Buck? Or I can send you over to Sam, he's back in Louisiana with family right now but I'm sure he'd love to see you too." You say.

"Oh, yeah, we can set him up in the extra room although- your art stuff is in there, did you want me to move it into my office or should I put it in your room?" Bucky hums.

"Do you have space in your office? Cuz I definitely can set it up in my room-"

"There's tons of space in my office." Bucky shrugs before you can finish. Steve clears his throat and you turn your attention back to him.

"Sorry to interrupt your- logistical discussion about all this, I j- I didn't realize you two were living together." Steve says.

"It's been two years. Like you said, things have changed." You say.

"You haven't told him?" Bucky looks at you.

"Well in my defense I was about to when you walked over here and the conversation kinda pivoted." You say.

"Okay well, do you want to do it or should I?" Bucky asks.

"I mean I don't want to but- it should be me, yeah." You mutter.

"Okay, can we stop doing this sidebar thing you guys are doing? Tell me- what exactly?" Steve asks. Bucky's hand settles comfortingly against your back, it's out of Steve's line of sight and you appreciate it greatly.

"Bucky- Bucky's my partner." You say.

"In the- you go on missions together sense or the 'my girlfriend is dating my best friend' sense?" Steve asks.

"It's been two years Steve-"

"So you replace me with my closest friend?"

"No. I moved on and yeah it was with Bucky but that was by chance it wasn't about you at all. Don't make it personal."

"You just happen to move on with my best bud? It feels pretty personal." He scoffs.

"Okay! Let's settle down. Steve, if you're gonna take our offer to stay I will show you to your room. Nat has some of your things at her place, the rest of it is in a storage unit. I'll take you down after." Bucky interrupts the would-be argument by changing the subject. You step out of the doorway to let Steve walk in as Bucky tugs him along.

"Why are my things at Nat's?" Steve asks.

"Well some of the more valuable things y/n held onto for a while but when she didn't want to keep them around here anymore we gave them to Nat to look after until we came up with a better plan since we didn't wanna leave them in a storage unit we'd barely go to." Bucky explains as the pair walk further into the house. You can't hear Steve's reply as you walk into the kitchen to regroup. Letting him stay here is going to make shit so weird. You sigh to yourself, with any luck he'll get on his feet pretty quickly and this will only last a couple of months. You can do a couple of months.

The first few weeks are, tense. You're not sure if Bucky is as aware of it as you are but your house is awkward and quiet most hours since Steve showed up. It's like most of your routines have been disrupted and you're not sure which ones are best left for after he's gone. Right now you're on your balcony with a cup of tea. When you glance over the ledge, you see Steve trudging into view. You watch curiously to figure out what he's doing, not even realizing Bucky's snuck up behind you until his arms settle around your waist.

"Penny for your thoughts my darling?" Bucky asks.

"Things are weird. Maybe I shouldn't have offered to let him stay here." You frown.

"Don't be silly. You wouldn't be you if you hadn't offered." Bucky chuckles.

"Sure but- now I'm worried I've put us- put you in an uncomfortable situation." Bucky spins you around to face him. His hand comes up to the side of your face, fingers grazing your cheek softly.

"I'm fine. Are you uncomfortable with him being here? Because I can suggest he spend some time checking in with the others if you'd-"

"No, I don't want to kick him out. I just- I don't want you to lose him because of me." You say taking his hand in yours kiss his knuckles.

"If 70 years and Russian brainwashing couldn't destroy our friendship I think we can make it past this." Bucky winks at you. You glance over the balcony again in time to see Steve toss some wood at a growing pile.

"What is he doing? Why is he piling wood?" Your eyebrows scrunch up.

"You can just ask him you know." Bucky muses.

"It's not harming anyone. I don't need to know." You shake your head.

"You wanna ask don't you?"

"It's just strange." You say fighting a smile.

"Just ask." Bucky laughs leaving you to your tea on the balcony. A moment later you let your curiosity get the better of you and lean against the metal railing of the balcony.

"Steve hon, what on earth are you doing?" You ask him.

"A tree fell, so- I'm breaking it down into firewood."

"Stevie it's August, we're not using the fireplace." You shake your head with a laugh.

"Better safe than sorry." He shrugs.

"You must be incredibly bored." You muse.

"No, I just like to be prepared." He says. "Alright, I'm a little bored." He adds with a sigh after a moment.

"Well if you need something to do- I was catching up with Nat the other day, she said a couple of the tenants in her building moved out for whatever reason, you should talk to her about applying." You tell him.

"I'll give her a call." He squints up at you.

"Good." You nod heading back into the apartment. That's honestly the longest conversation you've had since the day he moved in. Usually, you spend all day avoiding him- or he spends all day avoiding you- you're not sure but you don't speak really, except you make a point to ask him about dinner, if he has plans, or if he'd like to join you and Bucky. You're a good host, but you don't talk to each other much. Not that you expect any different, you were together for six years and he up and left but he's back now- and things are not what he thought they'd be. What else could be said honestly?

You actually don't mind the silence between you two, because the day Steve decides to break that pattern brings forth the worst conversation. The type you've been dreading since the moment he appeared at your door. You're cleaning around the apartment and Steve offered to help, first you worked in silence, just the music from your speaker filling the air until a particular song came on. One you played for Steve once that he immediately fell in love with. It became your song. You only recently stopped associating the song with him but you forgot it was in this playlist otherwise you would've picked another one.

"You still listen to this song?" Steve asks. You keep your back turned to him as you wipe down the coffee table.

"Of course I do. I knew the song before- it was, ours." You say.

"This is the first time I've heard it in a while." He muses.

"Duh the song didn't exist until the 2010s." You scoff.

"Yeah I guess that's- that's true. It's strange though, that awareness of what's to come."

"Yeah that's why most of sci fi warns you not to go time jumping."

"You clean with different products now." Steve points out. You're not sure what he's trying to do here but you are in no mood to dance around awkwardness with him.

"Scented products are easier for Bucky. He says plain bleach  smells too sterile." You mutter. It's Bucky that buys most of the cleaning products anyway, but he always buys citrus stuff.

"It's not easy, you know, seeing my best friend with the love of my life every day." Steve says after a stretch of silence. At this, you turn to face him, trying to stifle that frustration bubbling inside you.

"You left me. Left us. Not the other way around Steve. You don't get to complain about us having picked up the pieces." You tell him.

"I still love you, that's not something I can just pretend isn't there." He says.

"And I love Bucky." You shrug.

"Not me?"

"It doesn't matter." You shake your head.

"It does."

"If it mattered to you at all you would've never left." You grit out.

"So say it." He says quietly.

"What?"

"Tell me you don't love me."

"Steve-"

"Say it. If what we had is truly all in the past for you tell me you don't love me. That there's no place in your heart for me and- I'll move on."

"This isn't fair." You shake your head.

"No?"

"No! You got the life with Peggy that you thought you wanted. You abandoned me. Now you're asking me to choose you when you didn't choose me. How can you expect me to do that?"

"I'm choosing you now!"

"And I've chosen Bucky. I wanted the world with you. All you had to do was come back to me. And you didn't. It's too late now Steve. You needed to choose me two years ago."

"You still haven't said-"

"I don't love you. That's what you want to hear? You lost me the day you chose not to come back. I shouldn't have to spell it out for you. I chose Bucky, yes. But you-" Deep breath. "If you can't handle me and Bucky together in our home then- maybe you should go stay with Sam or Natasha." You say. You're not going to argue with him.

"Are you kicking me out?"

"I'm offering you an alternative- because, I will not be choosing you. Not now, not ever again, you had your chance and if you can't come to terms with that, if it's too difficult to be around reminders that you fucked up and I kept living life without you then by all means don't destroy your mental health staying here. You have other friends."

"How can you expect me to just- pretend what we had means nothing? How can you pretend it means nothing?"

"I'm not asking you to pretend shit. I also am not pretending it means nothing I'm just aware of the reality that it's over and that's something you need to come to terms with because you left and Bucky made me feel alive again when your leaving nearly killed me. It's been two years, did you think I would simply be waiting indefinitely for you to decide I was worth something to you again?"

"Wait a second you have always been worth something to me. You've always been worth everything." Steve frowns.

"You don't get to say that! You don't abandon people that are 'worth everything' to you. You chose someone else and that's a choice you have to live with." You say, your finger practically in his face. The sound of the apartment door opening disrupts your anger enough that you step back.

"Hey guys- did I miss something?" Bucky frowns looking between you two even though you've already stopped back over to the coffee table. Bucky's quick to come to your side, scanning your face for any clues as to what's going on, although he heard the last bit of what you said as he was coming down the hall. "Baby?" He coaxes gently, his fingers stroking against your side.

"I'm gonna go to Sam's for a little while." Steve grits out.

"Feel free to stay there." You clip before you can stop yourself. Steve's footfalls pause for a moment at your words but he doesn't respond before eventually he trudges out the front door.

"Feel free to stay there?! What... happened while I was out?" Bucky asks with a disbelieving chuckle.

"He has... a lot of nerve." You force out through clenched teeth.

"You're gonna have to give me more details than that so I can understand what's wrong doll."

"He just told me how hard it is to watch his best friend with the 'love of his life' every day. The love of his life that he left to be with a woman that lived and died without him. He asked me to choose him. Because after two years I'm supposed to still love the man that left me. Because it's not enough that he almost destroyed me the last time. Because for some reason he thinks I'd rather be picked two years too late."

"He's hurting."

"Yeah well, so was I. Two years ago. He'll live. I did." You shrug. Bucky pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head as he gently sways you both back and forth. You lived through hell that day you realized Steve chose a life with Peggy. You'd be damned if you ever let that happen again.

***

[rightwheretheyleftme]

I’m watching Korra book 2 and I have so many emotions about Aang’s neglect of his kids

After watching ATLA earlier this year, I started following a bunch of fan accounts and saw the same discourse regurgitated over and over again; One of the main points of discourse is whether Aang was bad father.

The discussions that I saw would always play out the same way. Aang’s detractors would say: “Aang didn’t take 2/3 of his kids on vacations. That’s neglect” and Aang’s defenders would reply “Aang is not a bad father! The places that he took Tenzin to were built for airbenders so Kya and Bumi wouldn’t have anything to do there!” And you know what? When I was reading those arguments, I thought that both sides had valid points and that this was a complex discussion.

Oh boy.

Now that I’m watching the episode, I realized that the people in this fandom are lying through their teeth. Aang only taking 1 out of his 3 kids on vacations is true, but the claim that that happened because Aang only visited places made for airbenders is completely false. Let’s recap the places that Aang and Tenzin went to:

- Kyoshi Island; to ride the elephant koi

- Ember Island; to build sandcastles on the beach

Now explain to me, why on earth does the majority of the fandom say that Aang went to airbender-only places? Kyoshi and Ember islands have 0 historical significance to the airbenders. These are just fun vacation spots, we know this because we saw the Gaang vacation at these places multiple times.

Moreover, according to Bumi, Aang was busy due to his job as the Avatar but he made time for Tenzin, only Tenzin. Kya agrees with this.

I’m so disgusted by this information. There is no way that a grown man in his 40s wouldn’t realize that taking only 1 of your kids on fun vacations and leaving the others behind is hurtful, the only possible conclusion that you can reach here is that Aang was intentionally trying to hurt his kids’ feelings.

And that breaks my heart.

This is not the Aang that I know and love. Aang is a fun, caring, accepting, and loving person. The behavior that I’ve described above is not only emotional neglect, it borders on abuse.

At first, I thought that maybe this storyline was meant to deconstrue the “The hero can do no wrong” cliché. Except that it ends with Kya and Bumi looking at a family picture and reminiscing about how happy they were. So no, there is no deconstruction; Aang is portrayed as a flawed but otherwise good father. Apparently, not loving 2/3 of your children enough to want to spend leisure time with them is a common flaw and not parental neglect, according to TLOK.

I feel so betrayed not only by the writers and the story that I love, but also by the fandom who silences victims of parental abuse when they are rightfully pissed off by Aang’s actions. I never wanted for Aang to be a neglectful father, but he is. Harassing people who are mad about his actions and calling them bitter Zutaras is a disgusting way to try to silence conversations about parental abuse.

Side note: Where tf was Katara while this was happening? Did she not take offense that her husband was neglecting 2/3 of her kids? Why didn’t Aang respect Katara enough to not play favorites with the kids she gave him?

[redzie02]

Jongho is starving for your touch and demands your attention

jongho drabble. previous jongho fic

warnings: none/ jongho is baby bear af/ clingy jongho propaganda/ domestic vibes masterlist

Imagine, you got home a few hours ago. The first thing you did was rid yourself of your work clothes in exchange for comfier ones. A loose fitting tee- that you stole from your boyfriend- and some shorts.

The dishes that were left in the sink after breakfast that morning were quickly washed. Floors swept, tables wiped down. Everything was clean and you were free. Free to do what, exactly? Nothing.

Throwing your body onto the couch, you let out a breath, covering your legs with the plush blanket that was gifted to you many years ago.

You scroll through your texts, replying to any you might've missed while cleaning. You spot a few from Jongho.

2:30 pm jongie♡: i miss you. i wanna go home

2:31 pm jongie♡: hongjoong extended practice :(

2:40 pm jongie♡: helloooooo

2:45 pm jongie♡: hello :(

2:49 pm jongie♡: we leave at 3, u better answer me then :(

It was now 2:59 pm. Your lips tugged downward as you read the messages- you shouldn't have silenced your notifications. Idiot mistake. You were about to type until you saw three little dots appear on the screen. You waited for his text.

3 pm jongie♡: heading home now! ...are u there

You replied.

my y/n: yes! sorry i didnt see your texts earlier, bear :(

jongie♡: did you die

my y/n: no lol i was cleaning. are u tired? hungry?

jongie♡: tired, yes

jongie♡: hungry, not yet. had some snacks :) got u a croissant

my y/n: UGH I LOVE YOU <3 see u when u get here jongie

jongie♡: u only love me cuz i bring u food :(

my y/n: yes :) now hurry

You scrolled through various apps, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of your dimly lit apartment while you waited for Jongho.

It only took 15 minutes before three quick taps from the door interrupted your scrolling. You opened the door only to be engulfed by a pair of strong arms. You beamed into Jongho's chest. "Hi bear."

Still clutching you in his arms, he walked you backward into the apartment, kicking the door closed with his foot. With his head buried into your neck, he inhaled. "Mmm, you smell so good. Why do you always smell so good?"

"Maybe it's cause I steal your body wash." He chuckled. "You, however, smell like you've been dancing for eight hours."

Jongho lifted his head with disbelief written all over his face. "You can forget about the croissant."

"Wait! What I meant to say was that you should get comfortable and you know, put on some fresh clothes and we can relax together while I eat the croissant my amazing, beautiful boyfriend bought me." You fluttered your eyelashes at him. He had a soft spot for you and you knew that. He almost never says no to you.

Jongho sighed and let go of you to reach into his messenger bag. He feigned reluctance as he passed you the brown paper bag containing the freshly baked croissant. "Here. I'll be back."

"Thank you, baby," you pulled him in for a soft kiss, pressing your lips onto his warm ones. His shoulders relaxed under your touch- tension he didn't even realize he held. He almost whimpered at the feeling, sighing into your mouth. He really did miss you. Jongho just about crumbled when you pulled away, heading back to the couch. "I'll be here."

He groaned but trudged himself to your shared bedroom anyway, grabbing clean clothes, and hopping into the shower soon after.

It was the quickest he had ever showered, not wanting to waste any more time without you in his arms. Yet when he returned to the living room, you had barely even glanced his way. You didn't even comment on his wet hair that you liked so much because you thought it was cute.

Jongho was disappointed, to say the least. Sure, you were here, but all your attention had been taken up by your stupid screen. Oh, how he envied the little device in your hand.

With an audible exhale, he lifted your legs, placed them over his lap, then plopped down on the couch. Your croissant was nowhere to be seen, devoured in a matter of seconds, he assumed. Besides the few tiktoks you had showed him, he sat there, staring at the ceiling. His fingers danced up and down your legs. He massaged your calf. His hands snuck their way up to knead at your soft thighs. He even tickled your foot, but nothing seemed to avert your eyes from your phone.

Jongho puffed his cheeks and blew the air out, bored and frustrated out of his mind. All he wanted was you. All he could think about was being wrapped in your embrace, feeling your body heat mixing with his. It made his skin itch with need.

He sat up suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

You locked your phone, listening for anything that may have been out of the ordinary. "What?" You sat up, a little frightened. "I don’t hear anything."

"Exactly. When was the last time we were alone like this? We have the rest of today and tomorrow to ourselves."

"Jongho, you scared me! I thought someone was breaking in or something," you clutched your chest whilst Jongho laughed at your melodrama. You attempted to poke his sides with your foot, but he caught your ankle. "Not funny," you whined. "What do you wanna do?"

"I’m not sure. What are you up for?" Satisfied he caught your attention, he brought your leg up, placing a gentle kiss on your ankle.

"Welp, as of right now? Absolutely nothing." You stretched and let out an ahh and shifted your gaze back to your phone.

Jongho frowned and leaned forward, snatching your phone and stuffing it between the cushions.

“Hey!”

"It’s just me and you and all you wanna do is use your phone! What about me?" His bottom lip jutted out further than before and his eyes were round and shiny.

You would take a picture if your phone wasn’t being squished in the couch.

You held your arms out for him. "Come here."

He tossed one of your legs over his side and settled himself between them, his head now resting on your shoulder. His damp hair lightly grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You threaded your fingers through his dark locks.

"I miss you," he softly spoke.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm sorry I wasn't giving you my attention."

"It's okay, I know- just...hold me." And you did. You wrapped your legs around him and held him as tightly as you could to your body. Tender kisses were placed on his forehead. Your hands refused to settle as they roamed his arms, his back, his face. You felt Jongho's breathing slow down, letting you know that he was falling asleep. You remembered he hadn't eaten dinner, so you gently tapped him a few times.

"Jongho, don't fall asleep, I have to make you dinner."

"No, don't let go. This feels too good." He only snuggled his face deeper between your neck and shoulder, squishing his lips against your skin.

"You have to eat, bear. You've only had what? Breakfast and snacks all day? After hours of practicing the choreos? I love you and I won't let you starve."

"I'd rather starve then let go. I've needed this all day." His words vibrated against your skin, hardly coherent, but you understood nonetheless.

"It'll be quick, I promise, yeah? How does pasta sound?"

He hummed and nodded, slowly getting up. Exhaustion had etched itself onto his face and it made your heart cry out. Before heading towards the kitchen, you leaned down and peppered kisses all over his face. Usually he'd protest at the affection, but he closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. "Just ten minutes, okay?"

a/n: i honestly didnt know where to go with this, i just kept writing lol. reader was hauling ass trying to get that pasta ready btw

[lives-in-midgard]

My Soulmate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: After years of not knowing your soulmate you finally find him.

Word Count: 1.232

A/N: Hey everyone! This has been in my drafts for a while now and this is my first time writing for a soulmate AU, so I hope you like it!

Masterlist

In the world you live, people believe in soulmates, not only do they believe in soulmates. They are real! Because when you are in the same room as your soulmate you get a tattoo with his or her initials on your wrist. Some people get them when they are 5 years, some when they are 13 years, some with 18 and then there is you who still hasn’t gotten yours. Every day you see people with their soulmate being happy and your friends ask you so often if you have one but you always have to shake your head and say no. After so many years of hoping that you’ll find yours, you started to think that maybe you don’t have one. Or maybe your soulmate lives in another country or died. Or maybe your soulmate wouldn’t like you? Everything is possible you thought. So many different scenarios were going through your head at some days. But what you didn’t know was that you’ll meet your soulmate very soon.

It started as a normal day. Before work you drove to your favorite coffee shop to pick up a coffee to go and drive to work. You walked in and ordered your coffee.

“Like always?” The friendly worker asked, and you nodded. While you waited for your coffee, you looked around and saw a few familiar faces but also two guys with caps and glasses on you haven’t seen before. You didn’t know why but they looked like they didn’t want to get recognized. You took a closer look at the blonde one and he kinda looked familiar, but you didn’t know why. Then you could see how the guy with the blonde hair showed the other one with brown hair something on his phone. Then you heard him laughing and wow he had a beautiful smile you thought.

“Your coffee is ready y/n.” You turned around and looked away from these two handsome men.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile and turned around. When you walked out you walked past the men, and the brown haired one smiled at you. You smiled back and said “Hi” to him. Then you walked out to your car. In your car you took a sip from your coffee and then started to drive away. While driving you somehow looked at your wrist and saw three initials on it.

“Oh my god.” You said to yourself and looked back at the street again. Then you looked for a parking lot and saw one near you. After you parked the car, you took a closer look of your tattoo.

J.B.B.

Who could that be? How long do you have it? It must have happened when you were in the coffee shop, right? But there were only people who were there often and who you knew. Wait! You took a deep breath. There were two guys that you saw for the first time. It had to be one of those guys! But who? And what is his name?

You couldn’t believe that you just really found your soulmate! But how can you see him again? Will you even ever see him again?

Your mind started to go crazy with so many questions going through your head. When you suddenly realized why you where there. You were about to drive to work. You looked at your clock and saw that you only have a few minutes left. You looked at the tattoo for the last time. And when you ran your finger over the initials a smile escaped you.

“J.B.B.” You whispered to yourself and smiled.

Your best friend from work immediately knew that something happened when she saw your smile. You showed her your wrist and told her that you think that it must be one of those guys you saw. She said that she will try to help you find him, but you only knew how he looked like and his initials. It’s nearly impossible to find him. But your friend assured you that you will find him.

The same time you found your tattoo was also the same time Bucky discovered his. He couldn’t believe what he saw. He thought he didn’t have one, especially after Hydra. Or that you lived back in the 40s and he couldn’t meet you because of what had happened. Bucky showed it to Steve, and he got so excited for his best friend because he knew how Bucky was feeling about it. For Bucky it was even harder to guess who you could be because he never went to that coffee shop before, and it could be anyone there. But somehow Bucky always had to think of you. He only saw you for a few seconds, but he remembered you with your beautiful smile and the shy little “hi” you said to him. Bucky went back to that coffee shop almost every day in the hope to find you there. You two always missed each other sometimes only for a few minutes. But Bucky didn’t give up.

Days and even weeks passed, and you didn’t see your soulmate again. But you didn’t lose hope that you will find him again. You walked into the coffee shop like almost every day and ordered your coffee. Then you went back to your car, you wanted to drive home after that hard day at work. You were about to open the car door when suddenly someone behind you shouted.

“Hey, I think you dropped something.” You heard and turned around. You couldn’t believe who you saw, it was the brown haired one, you saw weeks ago. The one who could be your soulmate. He was holding your bracelet in his hand.

“Oh, yes that’s mine. Thank you so much.” You said while he walked over to you.

“No problem.” He said and smiled at you.

“Oh, hey it’s you.” Bucky said with excitement when he got near you.

“You remember me?”

“Of course, I do. How could I forget that beautiful smile.” Bucky said and made you blush.

“Oh, your bracelet.” Bucky held out your bracelet.

“Would you put it on me, please.”

“Sure.” When Bucky put it on your wrist you noticed that his left arm was of a black metal. You didn’t have much time to think about that because then he started to introduce himself.

“I’m Bucky Barnes.” Wait? Bucky Barnes? You must have heard of him before.

“Do…you maybe have a second name too?” You nervously asked and he looked kinda confused why you wanted to know that.

“I have, but why-” Bucky got nervous, so you decided to tell him why.

“Because my name is Y/n l/n.” You said and then showed Bucky the tattoo on your wrist. He looked at the tattoo and then back to you. Then Bucky turned his right arm to you, and you saw your name on it.

“You are …. We are.” Bucky started to say.

“Soulmates.” You both said at the same time and chuckled. Then Bucky moved closer to you and tucked a hair behind your ear.

“I know this might be too soon, but you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Bucky said and looked into your eyes to see if you want that kiss too. You smiled at him and made the last step that was between the two of you.

[gffa]

It has been a whole entire week since I posted my previous set of recs and guess who is still hip deep in BATFAMILY fic and really wants to cry about feelings about all the Bats and Birds, but most especially my beloved Dick Grayson? I enjoy fic of all the characters, there should hopefully be something for most fans here, I eventually spread my wings a bit (ha ha) through the fandom, but absolutely I feel I should warn you all that I play favorites and I’m not subtle about it. In my defense he’s really annoying in the most delightful way, how could I not love him the most? So, here, have week #2’s recs where I dump 60+ more fics on you because this fandom is on fucking fire with how good it is and how much I love everyone here. God bless fic writers, you are all doing the lord’s work of giving me three novels worth a week to read and knocking it out of the park while you do it. BATFAM FIC RECS - BABY DICK IS THE CUTEST FERAL ROBIN I’M NOT HEARING ANY ARGUMENTS: ✦ The Painful Truth by RascalJoy (DarkQuill), dick & bruce & wally & artemis & m'gann & conner & dinah, 6.2k      In a mission gone wrong, Robin finds himself being forcefully interrogated under…influence. “Now, you’re probably wondering why we haven’t just yanked your mask off and been done with this whole thing, hmm? It’s because this way is so much more fun.” ✦ a home not yet a home by Mayarenerose, dick & bruce, 1.1k      Dick just likes climbing to the roof sometimes. He doesn’t mean anything by it. He doesn’t. He just needs to be high up sometimes. He likes looking at the stars. Stars are hard to come by in the city and you need to be high up to even see them properly. ✦ Friends That Say (You’re Not Alone) by ProsperDemeter, dick & bruce & alfred & clark, 3.5k      Richard. The kid. Richard Grayson. Clark didn’t feel ready to meet the child that Bruce took in. What if he was a mini-Bruce? What in the world would Clark do then? ✦ Taking Flight: A Tragicomedy in Four Acts by WingFeathers, dick & bruce & alfred & clark, 48.7k      John and Mary Grayson die; Dick becomes Robin. This is everything that happens in between, a/k/a, how Gotham City ripped one family and identity from Dick and gave him another. An origin story in the Rebirth spirit, weaving together threads from Tec #40, Dark Victory, Robin: Year One, New 52, and more. ✦ Motion Sickness by Arwriter, dick & bruce & cast, 4.2k      A routine patrol is interrupted when Robin realizes he’s being followed. There’s no attack, no ambush, no weapons drawn. Dick doesn’t understand what this man wants, or why his gentle touch hurts so bad. But Batman seems to know, and Dick just wants someone to tell him what he did wrong. ✦ do as I say (not as I do) by daringyounggrayson, dick & bruce, 1.1k      “Don’t be mad.” Bruce has been raising Dick long enough to know that that sentence never bodes well. Especially when it’s the first thing to pop out of the twelve-year-old’s mouth when Bruce answers the phone. ✦ Burn Rubber by HoodEx, dick & bruce & roy, 3.5k      Roy couldn’t help but feel out of place like his presence was keeping Bruce from acting like himself. Whatever “himself” looked like. Bruce had always been a bit of a cold asshole anytime Roy had been around him. Even when Bruce talked to Dick, there was a barrier there that made their conversations seem strictly business. Some part of Roy had always wondered if Bruce was the same way with Dick at home. For Dick’s sake, he sure hoped not. OR the one where Roy gets to see Bruce act like a dad. Also, there are cars. Lots of cars. ✦ Surprise, You’re Adopted by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce, 1.8k      Dick gets kidnapped. Bruce gets worried. Things turn out alright in the end, though. ✦ without you i am surely the last of my kind by nosecoffee, dick & bruce & clark & j'onn, 6.6k      (Bruce Wayne also knows how it feels to be a scared little boy who just watched his parents die, telepathic mind meddling aside, and has had his eyes fixed on Dick Grayson since his parents fell, so of course he’s going to get him. It’s all he can do.) (Or, Dick Grayson is a traumatised alien empath with bad timing, and Bruce Wayne still needs to learn how to verbalise his emotions.) ✦ The Bone Road by scpnightwing, dick & bruce & alfred, 63.8k wip      By night, Robin was his partner in crime, but once the sun rose, all Dick could be was a mirror of his tragedy, haunting his halls and asking for more than Bruce had in him to give. (The early days of Batman and Robin, and the many mistakes therein) BATFAM FIC RECS - EVERYBODY LOVES DICK: ✦ The Shape Of You (Was Jagged And Weak) by WinterSky101, dick & bruce & jason & tim & slade & cast, 40.6k      Six months ago, Nightwing died. They never found the body. Last week, Deathstroke arrived in Gotham. He brought a partner with him. ✦ We Were Built to Fall Apart by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce & tim, 1.2k      Dick is hurt, tired, and ready to let go. Bruce doesn’t seem to be ready to let him. ✦ It’s a Wonderful Earth-218 by BeatriceEagle, dick & bruce & past dick/babs & cast, 7.4k      As Blüdhaven burns, Dick makes a wish that he’d never been born. He wakes up in a world where that’s true, being followed around by a supervillain who just really wants to get back to taking over the world. ✦ the higher fidelity by birdsofthesoul, dick & bruce & damian, 3.6k      Bruce goes sheet-white, looking like Dick’s just cut him to the quick, and Dick can’t help but think they should have booked a flight, discretion be damned. This — this is why they don’t do road trips. Cars are like confessionals, cramped spaces built for coercing confessions, and neither of them are good with words. ✦ Theory of Relativity by CamsthiSky, dick & bruce & jason & cast, de-aged!dick, 2.2k wip      In which Dick Grayson gets de-aged and everybody freaks out ✦ hold the fort (for i am coming) by deargalileo, dick & bruce & jason & tim & duke, de-aged!dick, 3.6k      Jason’s jaw dropped. The tiny human child toddled in front of him, gripping at his pant legs. Automatically, he bent his knees slightly. The child lost its grip, and fell flat onto its ass. They both froze. The child’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly. “No no no, don’t cry,” Jason rushed out. He leaned down and scooped the child into his arms. “Don’t cry, okay?” The child grabbed onto his shoulder as Jason settled it (him?) onto his upper hip. Big, blue eyes blinked up at him, shining with unshed tears. When the fuck did B have the time to adopt a new kid? ✦ There’s Always Another One by lapsedpacifist, dick & hal (& bruce), 2.5k      After Bruce kicked Dick out, there was a very particular place Dick decided to visit. Well, visit, hide in, it was all one and the same. He could do it without Bruce! Just a shame Hal was finished with his assignment a week earlier than anticipated. ✦ The True Sons of Batman by PandasandDucks13, dick & bruce & damian & jason & talia & cast, 10.8k      What if Dick Grayson was Bruce Wayne’s biological son? ✦ Hey! He Attempted a Coup! by PandasandDucks13, dick & bruce & clark & justice league & zod, 3.1k      What if Dick Grayson was a Kryptonian? ✦ Unsteady by 60sec400, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & barbara & cast, 14.8k      Nightwing is 22 when he’s hit by, well, something. They haven’t actually figured that out yet. But now he’s ten years old and a child and Damian struggles to see the man who he had looked to as a father forget who he ever was. De-aged fic. AU. BATFAM FIC RECS - DICK AND DAMIAN WERE THE BEST BATMAN & ROBIN, I’M NOT HEARING ARGUMENTS ABOUT THAT EITHER: ✦ Mirage (What I See In You) by SilverSkiesAtMidnight, dick & damian, 3.4k      Grayson’s gaze flicks upwards to meet his, and suddenly his expression softens. He smiles. “It’s okay,” he says, the movement of his lips clear even if his voice sounds like it’s coming through a broken radio. Suddenly, he’s pressing a rebreather to Damian’s face. His own rebreather, whole and unbroken. ✦ The Dog Days Are Done by fishfingersandjellybabies, dick & damian & cast, 3k      Dick is a good guy. He is. He knows that. Just like he knows that bribing your wayward, animal-loving, emotionally-traumatized brother to come see you with a puppy is exactly what all good guys do. That was a fact. ✦ To the Moon by theLiterator, dick & damian, 9k      A newly resurrected Damian Wayne does not believe Dick Grayson is dead. Spyral has been quietly helping to deal with the aftermath of Leviathan’s reign of terror and is wary of clones. Dick Grayson does not believe Damian Wayne is alive. (Together they fight crime, but’s always been true, hasn’t it?) ✦ Redemption Lies Plainly in Truth by SilverSkiesAtMidnight, dick & damian, 6.2k      Damian tries to pull his wrist out of his grasp. Any other time, Dick would let him go without hesitation, always careful to make sure his personal space is respected. This time, he catches his other wrist as well, gentle but firm as he crouches down to make eye contact. “Hey,” he says, smiling gently. “Do you trust me?” ✦ whether you’re high or low by Anonymous, dick & damian & jason, 1.9k      Dick’s first visit back to Gotham in a while ends with a shattered TV screen and more questions than answers for Damian and Jason. ✦ wrap myself in a thin sheet of ice by emavee, dick & damian, 3.3k      Damian falls victim to a witch’s curse, giving him a week to live before his heart turns to ice. There is a cure, but there’s no way someone like Damian would ever receive a kiss of true love. ✦ as love carries its strength, but not its labels by AlterHarpia, dick & damian, 2.7k      Bruce is on a trip beyond Earth’s Solar System for longer than he intended, making Dick and Damian fall into an old pattern. “I’m not Batman.” A mere reminder, perhaps, but when said to Damian it always sounds like an apology. BATFAM FIC RECS - BATKIDS ALL HAVE MANY SIBLINGS AND THEY’RE ALL PETTY ASSHOLES AND/OR WONDERFUL BABIES AND I LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE BEING: ✦ Say Uncle by Megaerakles, tim & jason & bruce & dick & steph & cast, 46.3k      Tim is prepared to take the steps necessary to ensure that Bruce will not feel obligated to adopt Tim when a comatose Jack Drake inevitably dies. But what could be better than preventing Bruce from ending up with a son he doesn’t want? Bringing back the one he does. Jason agrees to the Replacement’s stupid, stupid plan to invite some strange adult man he’s never met to come live with him, if only to keep the idiot alive long enough for him to serve his purpose in the Great Red Hood Revenge Scheme. Might this new roommate situation have an impact on either of their worldviews? Surely not… ✦ Ain’t No Compass, Ain’t No Map by ebjameston, tim & jason & dick & cast, outsider pov, 51.8k      A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood’s lieutenant, and an intern who’s promising to fix the IT systems at his office. It’s a weird day for Theo. ✦ The Longer You Stay by emiv, bruce/selina & dick & jason & tim, 64.3k      Bruce Wayne was never meant to be part of Selina’s clean slate. Then again, neither were a circus boy, a street rat or a rich kid. For a girl who didn’t like strings, Selina found herself getting attached. ✦ Falling, Catching by Freezer7, dick & jason/roy, 4k      The call comes in at two thirty-four am, on Dick’s first night off in three weeks. ✦ Piñata by Maximum_Quinn, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & steph & duke, 2.2k      “I found… something weird today.” “Weird how?” “I was checking out that half-destroyed apartment building today, and there was, like… papier-mâché everywhere? In Robin colors.” (Duke learns about an odd tradition between the Bats and the Rogues.) ✦ Five Times Dick Was Tim’s Safety Net and One Time Tim Was Dick’s by PrinceJakeFireCake, dick & tim, 5.2k      “Tim forced his gaze away from his phone, took a moment to breathe deeply, then tried to figure out the best way not to die anytime soon. For Bruce. For Alfred. For his friends. For Dick.” Dick has always been there for Tim, even before they knew each other. ✦ wet teeth, shining eyes, glimmering by a fire (who will i be tonight?) by lifetimeoflaughter, dick & jason & cast, 2.3k      They’re standing on a rooftop. It’s not very high up; only about ten floors, give or take. The moon isn’t out tonight. It’s dark. It’s too dark to tell if it’s blood that’s dripping from Jason’s gloved fists. ✦ smeared with oil (like david’s boy) by call_me_steve, bruce & dick & tim & damian, de-aged!damian, 2.1k      Dick’s leaning over the edge of the couch, watching a tired Bruce stare lovingly down at the baby cradled in his arms. The baby’s swaddled in soft green blankets, probably procured by Alfred at some point or another. It’s hard to believe that this is actually Damian- Damian, and his big, bright, brown eyes; his soft, baby hair; his pudgy cheeks and small fingers. Clear of a snarl and frown and, instead, reduced to soft babbles and the occasional giggle. In his chest, Dick’s heart flutters. He feels his breath stop for all of a moment- God, this kid already has him wrapped around his finger. “Can I hold him?” ✦ There in the Sudden Blackness by CamsthiSky, dick & tim & damian, 1.7k      Tim and Dick argue, and at the end, Tim’s not actually sure if either of them actually won. ✦ The Mechanics of a Hug by incogneat_oh, dick & tim & damian & bruce, 4.1k      “So,” Tim ventures. “It's… what, a cuddle pollen?” Bruce just shrugs. “Something like that.” ✦ Taking Care of Business by Nokomis, dick & tim, 1.7k      Tim (only somewhat reluctantly) accompanies Dick on an undercover mission at an Elvis convention. ✦ where were you when I was king in this part of town? by Cerusee, dick & jason & bruce, 4k      The teen sitting next to him had mostly polished off his pork noodles, and he was eyeing Nightwing’s. Nightwing handed them over without a word. “Why,” he said, more to himself than the kid, “why, oh, why do I feel like I know you?” Because you do, came the unbidden thought. ✦ head in the clouds by Alienu, dick & jason & tim & damian, 4.7k      “Hey,” Tim says out of the blue. “Has anyone ever noticed that Damian has, like, weirdly sharp canines?” Dick makes a face. “What?” he asks. Then seems to think about it a little more, and says, “Oh, I mean… kind of? I don’t really pay attention to his teeth.” He turns to Damian. “Robin, let me see your teeth.” The kid growls. “I’m not afraid to bite you, Nightwing.” “Furry,” Jason coughs. Damian throws a batarang at him. ✦ A little more heart and soul by ruesyblues, dick & jason & damian, 2k      What do you do when the brother you raised and loved and left now seems to be withdrawing and you want the best for him but you’re not sure if you did the right thing and oh fuck what if you made a mistake?? (Dick wants Damian to be happy. He just has no clue how to accomplish that.) ✦ To Reconcile by CasualDanger, dick & jason, 2.4k      “Babs slapped me at your funeral.” Jason goes to laugh, but it’s just a cough and his mouth barely even twitches up. “She hated me in that moment. I mean, really, really hated me, like I did Talia after I found out Damian had died. And I wondered,” his voice cracks, eyes glassy now, “did you hate anyone when I was gone? Because I was gone?” ✦ damian clone triplets!!! by drakefeathers, dick & bruce & damian, 2.1k      Bruce finds and rescues three baby Damian clones~!!! babies~!! ✦ fear toxin (◡‿◡✿) by drakefeathers, dick & bruce & jason & tim & cass & steph & damian & alfred, 3.6k      six drabbles about batkids crying and screaming after being dosed with scarecrow’s fear gas~ (⊙‿⊙✿) ✦ Two Birds, One Stone(d) by MichaBerry, tim(/kon) & bruce & dick & jason & alfred, 5.8k      After a drugs bust gone sideways, Tim is a very high little bird. Cue shenanigans and family bonding. BATFAM FIC RECS - I WILL DIE ON THE HILL THAT TIM DRAKE’S TRUE LOVE INTEREST IS CONNER KENT AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME, NOT EVEN GOD: ✦ Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once, tim/kon & damian/jon & dick & jason & bruce & cast, nsfw, 22.4k      Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And- Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t- BATFAM FIC RECS - TAKE THE ANGST DIAL, TURN IT UP TO ELEVEN, AND BREAK THE KNOB OFF, THAT’S WHAT I’M HERE FOR: ✦ Hard Truths and Other Realities by CKBookish, dick & bruce & jason & clark & wally & cast, 113.6k wip      Clark shifted his weight making the floorboards creak and groan under his feet. “Dick I hate to see you–” He paused searching for the right word. Dick snorted. “Wallow?” Clark sighed. “That’s not what I was going to say.” “I know. I can go to the barn and hang out there if I’m bothering you and Lois.” Dick pushed himself up. Of course he should have thought of that. Lois didn’t want some random teen laying around her home on Christmas Eve. ✦ You Won’t Wake Up Alone by DawnsEternalLight, dick & bruce & damian & jason & tim, 5.2k      Dick’s captured and drugged and probably about to die. The last thing he wants to do is die in front of his family, especially not his baby brothers, all he wants is to be with Bruce and feel safe again. ✦ The Robin Manual by lurkinglurkerwholurks, dick & bruce & damian, 2.3k      Bad days were nothing new. Most of the time, he could feel them coming the way a swimmer could feel the approach of something huge beneath the surface of the water. The pressure would start to build, tugging at him like undertow by the shore, and it was always a gamble to see how long he could tarry before the pull yanked him under. ✦ the world is ending and i’m still numb by Arwriter, dick & bruce & jason & tim & alfred & cass & stephanie & damian & barbara & duke & cast, rape aftermath/read the tags, 20.7k      She’s gone, and he’s home, but Dick doesn’t know how to move on. He isn’t alone, but that doesn’t mean he knows how to ask for help. ✦ Up High by CamsthiSky, dick & damian, ~1k      “Grayson, what are you doing up here?” Dick shrugs, a sad smile pulling at his lips. He’d stopped asking that when his feet first started to take him up here years ago. “I like the view.” ✦ here comes the rain again by pocketofsky, dick & jason & tim & damian, rape aftermath/read the tags, 14.1k      Dick doesn’t patrol when it rains. Not since Blüdhaven. And everyone knows that, but they don’t know why. Or: Dick slowly but surely confronts his trauma. Now featuring: a train, pain, and a lot of rain. ✦ Happy Little Bluebirds Fly Beyond the Rainbow (Why Oh Why Can’t I) by honeycombclaire, dick & bruce & jason & tim & damian & cass, 26.9k      After being subjected to the Mad Hatter’s dream machine, Dick gets stuck in a dream world where he finally has everything he wants. His parents are alive, his family is together, and he still gets to be Nightwing. Everything is perfect. Using the machine, the Bats invade Dick’s mind to bring him back. They don’t expect to find out just how much Dick has been hurting. ✦ Maybe, just maybe, he should call Bruce…Nah. by memearchive, dick & bruce & jason & tim, rape aftermath/read the tags, 5.8k      “Yeah, 34 deaths, 35 including Blockbuster, is a lot. Yeah, his home and everything he owns is gone. Yeah, his safehouses and everything in those are all ash, too. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he gets it- but he’s dealt with loss before, and maybe 34 is a bit high, and maybe he could have stopped Tarantula, but he’s never been like this before. Not even after his parents’ deaths, and that’s a terrifying thought. Was this really the thing that broke him?” ✦ right through my walls by wingdingery, dick & bruce & barbara & jason & alfred, 6.6k      Sure, yes, Bruce and Jason attacked Dick and left him injured—but they were under the effects of fear toxin, so it wasn’t really them. Dick’s gone enough rounds with fear toxin to understand that. He’s perfectly fine with what happened. Now if only the rest of the family would believe him. ✦ gray by iselsis, dick & bruce, 1k      Grief demands to be felt, but Dick doesn’t have to be alone. ✦ How Far Love Goes by BeatriceEagle, bruce & dick & jason & tim & cass & barbara, comics violence as child abuse/read the tags, 99.5k      Plenty of family reunions end in fighting. Not that many end in explosions. A mass Arkham breakout brings all of Bruce’s children home, and with them, all the drama, secrets, and anger they’ve been keeping for years. Amidst rising tensions and a mysterious new threat in Gotham, the family has to work together to round up the rogues—and confront their feelings about each other. BATFAM FIC RECS - THROW BABY DICK AT BATTISON, C'MON DO IT, IT’LL BE HILARIOUS: ✦ romanticize a quiet life by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred, 3.7k      it’s parent teacher conference day for battinson and his robin ✦ when i call you come home by lwbones123, dick & bruce & alfred & jim, 3.2k      ummm battinson and his robin and angst and hurt/comfort idk how to summarize this one so you just have to trust me ✦ Dark by Cant_Smoke_Eggs, dick & bruce & alfred, 1.9k      aka Baby Dickie thinks Bruce is a Vampire. Bruce thinks he’s figured out he’s Batman. Misunderstandings and Identity reveals ensue. ✦ Just Two Dads Having a Chat by red_jaebyrd, dick & bruce & clark & kon, 1.5k      “I’m not giving you an interview, Kent.” “You always say that, and I always tell you that I’m not here for an interview,” Kent laughed, not at all bothered by Bruce’s aloofness. “We’re just two dads at soccer practice having a chat.” ✦ I Don’t Think Like I Should by shipNslash, jim & barbara & dick & bruce & cast, 13.2k      Featuring unmasking vigilantes as a father-daughter bonding activity, awkward small talk between two dads (both at crime scenes and PTA meetings), and Babs and Dick’s natural progression from classmates to besties in the name of chaos. This is a direct sequel to I’m a Good Pretender but can be read as a stand alone.

[i-magines]

Wildest Dreams: Chapter 3

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6  | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, fem!reader, eventual drinking and drugs, a little smut but nothing crazy (yet), a bit slow burn but not really.  

word count: 1,509

Over the first month, your friendship with Pedro only grew stronger. You were afraid once the production set was moved to the country, he was going to just disappear, as you were no longer roommates. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t make you feel anything, especially with how charming and flirting he was. You both had shared a lot of personal stuff over smoking joints and you were already used to hanging out together after a day of filming. But today things were going to be different, because the producers had organized a little happy hour for the crew.

Speaking of them, you had asked Pedro to keep your friendship on the low, at least during the job. You knew what everyone would say and think, mostly about you alone, so you were looking after yourself. He understood that and apparently didn’t care to be sneaking out like a teenager to spend some time with you.

“There you are”, Pedro happily greeted you on the corner of the happy hour room, about two hours into the event. “I almost didn’t get the chance to see you today. How’s everything going?”

At this point, you were certain the director hated you, but thank God he was the only one. Everyone else seemed to really like you and your work, which helped a lot with your anxiety.

“He spent the day trying to drive me crazy… Again”, you told Pedro. “You?”

“I would definitely rather be directed by you, if I’m being honest” he said in sympathy. “But yeah, it won’t take long for me to tell him to fuck off. Super nicely, of course.”

You both laughed. You could see he had been drinking and so did everybody in the room. Somebody turned up the music and Pedro dragged you to the improvised dance floor. You danced for about half an hour, until you saw him going to talk to Donna, one of the producers. They seemed friendly— too friendly, if somebody asked your opinion. You noticed it before, how close they acted sometimes, but at the end of the day, it was none of your business. Flo, the make-up artist that got you the job, got your attention and you walked to her.

“What’s up with that face?” She shot you the question. Flo was in her mid 40s and you got to know her in your first gig, since then she was always trying to connect you with people. You really liked her and, most importantly, trusted her. “You looked like you were about to commit murder on the dance floor. I know Dave is giving you a hard time, but honestly he is doing this to every single soul.”

“I was just wondering, is Donna taken?”, you asked as if you had no intention behind it.

“Yeah, I think so”, she told you. “Why? You gay too?”

“Someti— wait, what?” You stared at each other for a few seconds. “Is she?”

“As far as I know”, she said simply. “And by that I mean I’ve known her for about 10 years now. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“No, you didn’t. I mean, good for her, right.”

You decided you need to put your shit together now on. You excused yourself and went to get another drink — you can be a new woman tomorrow. You took some shots and got a drink to hold while you watched everyone dancing and having a good time. You tried to force yourself to stop thinking about your crush on Pedro.

“I need professional help”, you whispered to yourself.

“And why is that?”

“Shit, Pedro!” You jumped, realizing he was right by your side. “You scared the shit out of me, you shithead.”

“Wow, language, sweetheart”, he laughed at your reaction, putting his arm over your shoulder. “What are you up to?”

“Not much, just enjoying the free drinks”, you replied, also enjoying the proximity of his body. “I can see you’re enjoying them yourself.”

“Nah, I’m thinking about getting out of here, people are starting to get too drunk and God forbid I witness anything I can’t unsee”, he was being playful and seemed happy when he got a smile out of you. “Care to join me? Or you already have plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, you know me, Miss Popularity herself”, you both laughed. “Seriously, though. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Is it okay if we leave together? Considering your privacy policy”, he whispered in your ear. Only if he knew how weak that makes you. You just nodded. “After you, mi princesa.”

Fuck you, Pedro Pascal, you thought as you made the effort to move your shaking legs. Two options: first, he had no idea of his effects on you, or second, he did know that and he just liked to torture you. However it is, you were not willing to make a move to figure it out. 

The location of the shooting was a huge farm, so you walked together through the open field, towards his cabin. You got inside and took your shoes off.

“Hey, mister ‘I’m just a common worker as everybody else’, tell me again why exactly you are the only one with a private hot tube”, you teased him. He laughed. “Is it because you’re such good friends with Donna?”.

“So that’s what it was about back in the happy hour?” Pedro looked deeply into your eyes. “Such a jealous little girl, uh?”

You looked away, embarrassed. You can’t deny your brain formulated that sentence, but the alcohol spilled it out your mouth.

“Answering your question, I’m not really friends with Donna, but her partner is one of my closest colleagues in the industry”, he said in a patient tone. “And you’re welcome to use the hot tube whenever you feel like it.”

You could feel your cheeks burning. Fuck.

“I didn’t mean to— to be honest, I don’t even know what I meant, so don’t mind drunk Y/N”, you breathed out strongly.

“Why don’t we forget about it and instead go chill in the hot tube?” He offered you a smile. Pedro was so easy to deal with, always trying to make you comfortable. “I have more of that nice whisky you like.”

You quickly put on your bikini in your room and head back to Pedro’s cabin. You could hear the happy hour turning into a party on the back, as you joined him inside the tub. You did your best to not stare at his toned, tanned body. He was smoking a cigar and handed you a glass.

“You know what’s funny”, he started, you already knew you wouldn’t find it funny at all. “This is the second time I see you in a tub.”

“Well, fuck you very much sir”, you held a serious face before letting a smile scape. “That was traumatic.”

“Why is that? I would say you made quite an impression”, he laughed, something different sparkling in his eyes. “Would it bother you if I said I still think about it?”

You felt your body hot, as if the water was on boiling point.

“God”, you whispered. He never took his eyes off yours. “I don’t know what to say, Pedro.”

“It’s a simple question, sweetheart”, he replied, coming a little closer. You got chills all over your body. “Honestly, I don’t know if you only see me as this friendly, older, disgusting man—”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you cut him before he could finish. “Feel free to think about whatever you like.”

“Good”, he said quietly, his body even closer, but still not touching yours. “Tell me what you were doing on the tub that day, sweetheart.”

“I-I was, uh,” you felt like you were about to explode, your brain trying to process if this was really happening. “I was touching myself.”

“Finally, princesa”, he let out a deep breath against your neck. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to hear you say this, to be sure my memory wasn’t fucking with me.”

He touched your waist with his hand, putting the cigar away with the other one. You felt delirious.

“What are you going to do now that you know?” The question popped out of your mouth.

He grabbed your arm to move your body, making you sit on his lap. Face to face. He was hard as fuck.

“I will take you back to your cabin, give you a goodnight kiss…” He made a pause. His stare was deep down your soul. “Come back to mine and think ‘bout you while I mind my own business.”

He was dead serious.

“I’m too horny to go to sleep”, you cried to him, all your blood concentrated between your legs. You moved on his lap, rubbing against his cook.

“Trust me”, he said as his hands firmly held your hips down, making you stop and yet feel him ever harder. “I feel the same way.”

He gave you a little forehead kiss.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

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[spookymultimedia]

Do you have any headcanons 4 cartman's pets? :3

Oh I absolutely do!! :D (very very long)

(CW mentions of pet death/loss)

Cartman got Mr.Kitty as a pet when he saw her outside at 4 years old. He chased the cat and physically dragged her inside, which prompted her to freak out in the house. Then Cartman fed her cake and begged pretty please with a cherry on top to keep the kitty. Liane has no choice in the matter really so of course they kept the cat. They didn't give her shots or neuter her, they just gave her a bath and fed her cat food and called it a day.

Cartman got Fluffy from the County Fair from winning a pie eating contest. Liane was shocked to see Cartman with yet another animal he wanted to keep. And she can't say no, so Fluffy came home with them. Funny enough she was actually easier to take care of than the cat. They usually fed her scraps. She had a pretty good diet of food that Cartman was supposed to eat but he gave it to her and pretended to eat his veggies so he could have dessert please. He taught Fluffy a couple of tricks like spinning and sitting on command. He even claimed he was gonna take her to the fair just like Wilbur in that Charlottes Web movie. Fun fact for years Cartman was convinced Wilbur was a girl and hated when people corrected him because he's used to thinking about the character a certain way and didn't feel like changing how he watched it.

He loved fluffy to bits but she died due to hereditary health problems. Instead of telling Cartman the piggy was dead she just fell in love with a daddy pig and ran away with him to have sex and babies. Cartman resents Fluffy for being such a whore and leaving him behind. He still cried in bed about it for a couple nights though.

Once Cartman tried to keep a pet frog. On wet mornings when frogs huddled around all the puddles, he and the other 3 tried to catch frogs. All of the frogs they caught always went missing every time they tried, so eventually they just gave up and moved onto something else.

Once Gerald snatched up Mr.Kitty and took her away by force while Cartman was screaming and crying at him to let her go. Later he claimed she wasn't vaccinated so she was dangerous to be around Cartman, but he was also using her for cheesing. Later Kyle helped Cartman steal his cat back and Liane promised they would give the cats shots and gave her neutered. After that Gerald left their cat alone.

When they got Mr.Kitty neutered they discovered that she's is actually intersex. Cartman was extremely extremely happy to have a pet who's just like him. Well not exactly like him but still.

For years he depended on Mr.Kitty to get him through his audio hallucinations and grounding himself. If she didn't wake up then no one is at the door trying to harm him and it's just his head being weird. Petting her is very therapeutic for him and calms him down when he's experiencing big scary emotions. He also liked letting her in his bed so she can be there if he gets a nightmare.

During middle school his cat went missing and he was extremely upset about it. He kept accusing that his girlfriend Heidi is responsible for the cat going missing. The longer she was missing the more he accused Heidi of lying to him, hurting his cat because she resents him and she's an awful person. For two whole weeks Butters helped Cartman search for his cat. His friends also helped but Butters helped the most. One night while he was driving home without Mr.Kitty yet again and realized he's never going to see his cat ever again. He broke into tears while Butters and Stan comforted him. Later Heidi finds him grieving his cat and she tells him he forgives him for getting upset at her and understands he was just stressed and didn't mean it. Cartman didn't apologize at all and let her hug and console him.

After that Cartman didn't own a pet for several several years. When he was in his late 40s and the most depressed he had ever been in his life, his therapist suggested owning a cat to give him a routine to have and help him cope with loneliness. So he adopted a cat and it worked. After awhile he ended up with 9 cats in his house, but then he got his shit together and gave away the ones that had bad relationships with the other cats or didn't enjoy being in his house. Then he was left with four cats. Which was a pretty big improvement but still makes normal people gawk at him. And he kept those cats for a long long time. I haven't thought much about the other three, but I know one of the cats is a three legged cat named Zipper. He was born like that. He's the fastest of the four cats and the most friendly one.

After Cartman passed away from cancer in his early 60s Kyle and Stan the two cats Cartman still had. The cats where very comforting for Kyle since he had a harder time coping with his the loss.

And not a pet headcannon technically but Kyle had a habit of putting cat food and cat nip near Cartman's gave to "keep him company." People give Kyle weird looks when he brings cat food to a graveyard but it makes him happy so he doesn't care.

[kairithemang0]

thinking about Curt’s childhood and Mama Mega

She’s a single mom, raising a kid in the 30s and 40s likely. She’s probably working multiple jobs and gets paid under minimum wage, definitely not treated with respect by her likely male boss or her coworkers. She has a son at home, a growing kid who wants to fit in with his other classmates, but who likely gets punched around for the fact he’s so attached to his mom. I don’t think Curt started out as the peak of suave masculinity, more of became that over time. His mother could never provide everything he wanted, and while Curt was fine with that, just a quiet “oh, it’s ok” I think Mama Mega took the fact she couldn’t provide Curt everything he could ever want to heart. She loves Curt, Curt’s all she has. Her husband left her, she’s working multiple jobs, her son may or may not be getting picked on, he’s literally all she has. How would it feel if this son, the only person you have left, told you he wanted to become a spy?

I think Mama Mega was originally hurt by the idea. Her son, her perfect Curtis, shooting people for a living? Getting into danger purposefully? But, when she knew he was serious, she let him go. She spent her free time learning about her son’s job, waiting for his calls so she could make conversation with him. He said he’d visit her, he didn’t visit as much as he should have.

Mama Mega lived alone, trapped in her house, not working 2 jobs anymore to feed her kid but in a new safe house he bought for her. Even though Curt never visits, his mom and her safety is always on his mind. She matters to him, even if he can’t find the time to visit.

Of course, this job means Curt doesn’t have a stable relationship, something he didn’t have in high school either but it bothered Mama Mega. She wants her son to be happy, she also probably wants grandchildren, more people in her life to come visit.

She also probably thought that if Curt settled down he’d quit his dangerous job, she may know about his job more than she should but she certainly doesn’t approve. She’s constantly trying to set Curt up on the rare chances he comes and visits

At one point he starts bringing Owen along, she definitely notices that the bed she set up for Owen went unused when she comes in to clean after they leave. She questions it, but pushes it to the side. Boys will be boys, she thinks. Still no girl though, and Curt seems to talk about Owen a lot.

I don’t think she ever realized Curt was gay, if she thought about it she brushed it off because how could her son be gay? She didn’t raise him to be gay, so how could he be? She sees it as wrong, that she failed as a parent if her son ends up gay. She can’t take it, she refuses to believe the silent hunch in the back of her mind that her son just may be gay.

It hurts Curt that she’s so oblivious, that Owen will be at dinner with them and she’ll ask if they have girlfriends. Curt and Owen give each other and awkward look before saying they’re too busy. Owen makes a joke later about him being Curt’s girlfriend, Curt laughs it off but knows his mother couldn’t take the fact that he’s gay. How could she?

When she meets Tatiana her world changes. Her son for the first time since high school has brought a girl home, not only that but she’s cute, she’s perfect. Instantly starts planning their wedding, no doubt in her mind that they aren’t together.

it’s scary how much her life probably revolves around Curt, how for years until he became a spy he was all she had, the only person in her life who hadn’t left her. And Curt leaves her still, doesn’t visit, and then she has nothing, just has to hope he doesn’t die while waiting for the phone to ring

[cowboysandpilots]

Retirement

Warnings: Sibling incest (but you know that if you're in the wincest tag 😏) Smut 18+

Pairings: Sam/Dean

Word Count: 3525

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When he suggests to Dean that they should think about retirement after they’re sure that Chuck is really gone, Sam never thought that Dean would go for it, and he never took into account how bored they would both be. Dean made him promise that either of them could choose to get back into hunting if they wanted, but even though retirement was incredibly dull, Sam refused to be the first one to cave. He never wanted to admit that maybe spending their lives hunting wasn't so bad. It turns out that Sam loved spending his every waking minute of his life with Dean. At first, it had been out of necessity as Sam had lost his mom and his girlfriend, and his dad was missing. He couldn’t just leave Dean to do everything by himself, and he had nothing keeping him at Stanford anymore. That felt like a lifetime ago, and sure, both men had other relationships, but the one constant in their lives was each other. Still is. They’ve lost so many people over the years, that’s what being a hunter is, and they know they can only count on each other. 

The only constant in Sam’s life has been Dean; there was no question that they would retire together. The only worry that Sam had was that Dean would get bored and make them go back to hunting. As bored as Sam was, he knew that continuing to hunt in their 40s was not feasible. It was just too physical and dangerous, and Sam couldn’t risk losing Dean after everything they had survived. He would do anything he could to keep Dean from hunting, if only for his own safety. He lets the man eat as much bacon and drink as much beer as he wants because he wants Dean to be happy with something else other than hunting. He wants Dean to be happy with everything. He wants Dean to be happy with him. He’s almost positive that Dean is happy with him; this is the most relaxed he’s seen his brother in years, and now, he works on his cars for fun and not just to get out his anger. 

There was one thing that Sam didn't really think about, not until Dean brought it up one night while they were watching some old western movie that Sam tolerated only for Dean. They were both leaning back in their individual recliners, beers in their hand, when suddenly Dean looked over at him. “Y’know, I never really wanted to retire, but I have to admit, this is pretty great, Sammy.” Dean’s still-perfect teeth flash at him as he tips the glass bottle in his direction. 

Sam is taken aback; first, he doesn’t expect Dean to interrupt a cowboy movie to say something like that, and second, he doesn’t think that even if Dean realizes he is correct, the stubborn man will never admit it. “Yeah?” Sam questions because he is getting older and always worried he may actually go crazy someday. 

“Yeah. Only thing missing is the sex.” Dean says it so casually, and Sam almost spits out the swig of beer he had taken. He manages to swallow but coughs a few times, and Dean’s hand comes up to slap at his back. “God, I was just kidding, man.” Dean snorts. “Well… not really, but don’t worry. You won’t have to hear about it.”

God, Sam wishes that he could hear about it; more than that, he wishes he could be in it. After all those years of hearing Dean talk about his exploits in considerably explicit detail and feeling the sick jealousy curl in his stomach, he wishes he would speak up and tell Dean what he wants. He can’t. He won’t. He and Dean are finally in a good spot, the best spot they’ve ever been. Comfortable and safe. What if Sam admitted his twisted feelings and things went south? What if Dean called him a freak and told him to get the hell out? Sam doesn’t think he could take that. “Yeah, I uh… it’s fine.” Sam mumbled when he finally caught his breath again. “I mean, you can tell me if you want, I know you have no one else.” It’s meant to tease, but Sam doesn't think his tone quite reaches it. Dean laughs anyway. 

“I used to before I got stuck with you.”

Sam would be hurt if he didn't look over and see the dopey smile that slid onto Dean’s lips. Was he reading into this? “You had plenty of people you could tell while you were ‘stuck with me’.” He uses air quotes and rolls his eyes. They were never stuck with one another; they always chose each other. 

“Who was I gonna talk to at that time, Sammy?” Dean snorts. “Bobby? Jo? I don’t think so.” He adds a little chuckle to the end of that, but they both know that each of their hearts cracks a little bit when they remember their long-gone friends. 

“Who are you gonna talk to now?” Sam smirks. He hated to think about it, but they really had fewer people to talk to now than they started with. Part of him still wanted Dean to tell him about all the times he had sex. He could picture himself in the girl's spot while Dean was talking and use it to his advantage after they went to sleep like he used to. It wasn’t the best idea he had, and it used to rip his heart out, but it worked for him, and even though he had his own stories; Meg, Ruby, Eeileen, he always came back to Dean. He always wanted Dean. 

“You’re right.” Dean chuckles. “I guess you’re shit outta luck, Sammy. You’ll have to hear about it.”

Sam didn't mind, and he didn’t feign as if he did. He was too busy thinking about how he might be able to introduce his thoughts to Dean without completely losing him. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean was thinking the same thing, trying to scope out Sam’s reactions to what he was saying and if he could suggest something without having Sam freak out. He knew Sam had experimented in University; the younger man had let that little gem slip out after a night of drinks stronger than beer. A man had started to put the moves on Sam, and when he didn't immediately rebuff the advances, Dean got curious. He asked, and Sam answered. It was all very simple, lips loose from alcohol, but it was something that Dean had never forgotten, a little piece of Sammy trivia that stuck in the back of his brain. The thought also made Dean extremely jealous. Sam had the freedom to explore that part of himself while he had to keep it pushed down and ignored for fear that his dad might catch on at any moment. Well, their dad was gone now, they had almost no responsibilities, and all of the freedom Sam offered made him want to just go for it, to give in for once in his life. Since Sam seemed to have no reaction to having to hear about everything, he decided to push further. “You should too, y’know. Have a little fun of your own.”

Sam snorts. “Yeah, I’m not as good at the one-night stands as you are.” That was true; Sam always got way too attached and invested. He had too many feelings and wasn't as good at repressing them as his brother. That was something else Dean was jealous of. 

He pushes a little more. “I didn’t say it had to be a one-night stand. We’re retired now, right? We deserve to have something a little more stable, don’t you think?”

“We deserve it?” 

Dean freezes. That had been a slip of the tongue, but he might as well roll with it now. “Yeah, I mean, uh….” He rubs a hand over his mouth. “All we got’s each other, right? It’s so much work to go out there and try to find someone else when we’re right here… together.”

There it was. Dean put it out, and Sam could actually feel the pressure on his chest. It was all on him to make the next move. “That’s true.” That is all Sam can get out. It sounds choked like he might cough again, but he doesn’t; he just swallows thickly. 

“Plus…” Dean is smirking now, and his eyes have a glint that makes Sam’s stomach tight. “I bet I’m a thousand times better than any of those people you’ve been with before.”

Sam resists the urge to roll his eyes because he’s actually sure that Dean is right; he’s heard the stories, and now that man in those stories wanted him, and he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity. He leaned out over the side of his recliner and slid his hand around the back of his big brother's neck to kiss him, hard. The courage it takes Sam to kiss him, even though he knows that Dean wants to kiss him back, is immeasurable, and he can feel his heart pound against his chest. 

Despite their awkward position, Dean can’t help the small moan that makes its way from between their joined lips. When Sam finally pulls away, Dean is the first to speak. “Good, now that we got that out of the way…”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” Sam chuckles breathlessly. 

“Probably the same amount of time as me.” Dean is just as breathless, but Sam doesn’t respond; he carefully climbs out of his own recliner and into Dean’s, rocking as he leans forward to kiss the older man again. 

Dean lets this go on for a few more minutes, but ultimately he gently pushes Sam back, just as breathless as the first kiss. “You know, I'm not 20 anymore, and neither are you. we should probably move this party to the bedroom, you know... if you want to.” As if he didn't know that Sam wanted this just as much as he did. The kisses Sam was giving were enough of a hint. 

Once again, Sam doesn't answer; he just climbs back off of Dean and turns to smirk at him before he disappears into their never-before and soon-to-be-turned-shared bedroom. The move makes Dean roll his eyes, but he follows him without complaints, abandoning his half-drunk beer. The only person that could make Dean leave a beer behind is Sam. He’ll come back to it later, anyway. 

The sight that Dean meets when he gets to what is usually only his room is one that he’s quite familiar with in a different context. They’re both used to seeing each other naked after years of sharing motel rooms growing up, but this was somehow different, somehow better. In the time that it had taken Dean to make his way in there, Sam had stripped down and now was lying in the middle of Dean’s bed with a half-hard cock. He takes a minute to look over his brother slowly, look at his overly large body and lick his lips in anticipation. 

“So, do you normally just stand there and stare at the girls you’re about to fuck?”

“Are you normally such a smart ass to the people you’re about to fuck?” Dean retorts, and it’s not lost on either of them that he didn’t use gendered terms for Sam, who watches him while he strips out of his clothes. 

When Dean is done taking his tip and apparently pulling off his clothes as slowly as he can, not that Sam is complaining, he steps forward and puts one knee on the bed, leaning forward. Sam completes the move by bending forward and pulling Dean into another deep kiss, something that is quickly becoming one of his favourite things. The older man doesn’t wait for Sam to be done kissing before blindly reaching into his bedside table for the lube; he’s always been good at multitasking. It’s only when he pops the cap open that Sam pulls away, a little breathless. There’s some unspoken rule, something in Sam that doesn’t make him question Dean spreading the lube on his own fingers. Sam is going to bottom. He’s fine with that, it wouldn’t be his first time, and he has a feeling that for Dean, it would be. 

Sam takes the initiative to turn himself over and tries to make it easier for Dean to finger him, but Dean is quick to stop him, tapping the clean, dry part of his hand on Sam’s hip. He turns his head to the side, looking back at Dean as best he can with a little frown. 

“Wanna see you,” Dean says quietly with a little smile. 

Sam can’t argue with that. He turns back over to look up at Dean while Dean hikes his legs up, moving his hand underneath Sam and slowly pushing a finger into him. The intrusion makes him grunt softly. It’s been a while since he’s done this, and it’s always a different feeling. Of course, Dean checks in with him, always ensuring he’s okay even though he’s not a kid anymore. Sam is already a little breathless when he gives Dean the nod to keep going. Dean adds a second finger into Sam and both of their breaths hitch. Sam, from the slight stretch and Dean, from the beauty of Sam below him. This is why he watched to see Sam. Jaw slack and eyes hooded, his brother is beautiful. Dean can’t take his eyes away from Sam while he scissors his fingers inside the younger man. The way Sam moans when Dean curls his fingers upwards and hits his prostate makes them both glad that the bunker is in the middle of nowhere. He lets his eyes flutter closed; he doesn’t need them open to see Dean’s self-satisfied smirk. “Fuck, I can take another one.”

“I'm sure that you can.”  Sam can hear in his voice that Dean is still smirking, but he doesn't add another finger which makes Sam huff. 

“So, are you going to give me one?” 

“I'm thinking about it.” Of course, Dean would use this time to be a controlling asshole.

“Well, think faster.”

Dean chuckles lowly. “Needy, aren’t you?” He doesn’t even wait to stop talking before pushing a third finger into Sam, making the man moan again, and god, that sound is beautiful. It doesn't take long for Dean to slowly pull his fingers back out of Sam, ignoring the way that his baby brother whines in disapproval. 

“Easy, Sammy, I’ll give you what you want.” 

Sam doesn't speak right away, but he wonders if this is how Dean talks to all those girls he's been with, if he knows exactly what they need and gives it to them. Sam wants Dean to give it to him too, but he won’t make it that easy. “And what is it that I want?” He challenges, just to see if Dean really knows. 

Dean didn’t need to reply; the entire time that he had been teasing Sam, he’d been using his left hand to slick up his own cock. It had been challenging to keep his face neutral and bite back his own noises of pleasure to keep Sam in the dark. He looks down at his brother with dark eyes while he lines himself up with Sam’s hole and slowly pushes the tip in. The head catches a bit on the edges of Sam’s opening, and Dean stops to shudder while Sam tries to push him deeper. 

Sam reaches up to touch Dean wherever he can, raking his blunt fingernails down Dean’s arm leaving fast-fading little white lines. He’s seen it before, he’s no Dean, but he’s no stranger to sex, but somehow it’s even more fascinating when it’s his brother. He does it once more, just to see those lines again, but he ends up clutching Dean’s wrist while the man shoves his entire length into Sam, making them both groan out as Sam arches his back. 

Staying still for a moment, Dean presses the pads of his fingers into the meaty flesh of Sam’s thigh before he pulls the younger man’s legs up to rest on his shoulders. It’s easier this way to pound into Sam the way he wants to. He moves his hands to Sam’s hips and squeezes until he’s sure the man is going to bruise and watches as the moans and groans spill out of his baby brother’s open mouth. Despite being in their forties now, Dean is surprised by his ability to keep up the pace. Despite his heavy breathing, the only other sounds that fill the room are gasping moans and skin slapping against skin. 

Dean leans forward to get right over Sam, momentarily caught off guard by how flexible the younger man is. He doesn't think about it too much because what he really wants to do is lock his lips with Sam’s again, dropping his head to push their faces together. Sam doesn’t seem able to kiss back, even when Dean stops his thrusting to try and help. They're mostly just panting against each other with open mouths, but Dean doesn't mind; it's hot in its own right, especially when Sam takes the initiative and licks into Dean's open mouth. Now that he doesn’t need his hands to hold up Sam’s legs, he gets those fingers into his brother’s hair. Dean loves his long locks as much as he gives Sam shit for how much he needs a haircut. In a moment of very good or very bad judgment, Dean gets a fistful of that beautiful hair tight and down at the root; he tugs hard enough to pull Sam’s head back. 

Sam is sure that before this, Dean had absolutely no idea how much he loved having his hair pulled, but he isn’t entirely in his head right now, and it's hard to hold back the almost porn-like groan that he lets out. He doesn't even have time to blush or explain that he didn't mean to make that noise because Dean is already thrusting again, pulling Sam's hair simultaneously. Their noses are so pressed together, and they're basically just breathing in each other's faces, but even with the beer breath Sam only pulls him closer, hand on the back of his older brother’s neck. 

Dean is barely thrusting anymore, just rocking back and forward while he stays flush against Sam, but neither of the men mind. The spongey head of Dean’s cock is pressed right up against Sam’s already bruised and swollen prostate, and the way Sam keeps clenching tight around Dean makes him whine softly. Neither of them wants to be further away from the other, perfectly content to stay skin against skin. He keeps thrusting for a few more minutes before he moves one of his hands to wrap around Sam’s red and leaking, clearly neglected cock. 

“Dean, fuck.” Sam moans out, arching his hips into the touch. 

Dean can’t help but chuckle, “What the hell do you think I’m doing, Sammy?”

If Sam wasn’t so close, he’d give it right back or at least roll his eyes, but Dean runs his thumb over the weeping tip, making him moan again as his cock twitches in Dean’s calloused hand. “Shit, m’so close.”

“Cum for me, baby.” It comes out of Dean’s mouth so quietly that neither of the men is convinced he actually says it, even though it’s what sends Sam over the edge, moaning out softly as his body spasms underneath Dean and thick white ropes of cum spurt over his own stomach and Dean’s hand. 

Now that he knows Sam is satisfied, Dean no longer holds back. He pulls away from Sam so he can pull out and slam back in at a bruising pace. The only sounds that Sam makes now are desperate whines as he’s sensitive after he’s finished; however, he would never tell Dean to stop; he wants to feel his brother cum inside of him. If he could find his words at all, he might even beg for it. 

“You’re perfect, Sammy. Gonna fill you up.” 

Sam whines again because, yes, he wants that. He doesn’t even care that his ass and hips are most definitely going to be bruised after this. He blindly reaches and scrapes at Dean, locking his ankles behind Dean’s neck. Dean keeps himself fucking relentlessly into Sam until he cums, with a grunt of his brother's name and falling gently into him. They lay like that for a few minutes before Dean is careful about slipping his spent cock out of Sam, never pulling away. He lets Sam keep his head on his chest while Dean runs his fingers through Sam’s hair. Neither of them talks for a long while, catching their breaths and enjoying the closeness that only comes after being physical with someone. 

“I guess I don’t need anyone else after all.” Dean smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of Sam’s head, not for the last time.

[billy-royalton]

tw // body image and weight loss (but positively i think lol)

one good thing i got going for me is that all this running is doing WONDERS for my body image. i struggle with body dysmorphia and a past eating disorder so when i started running again and my body was changing i had to really REALLY work on how my brain processed these changes. in fact, i shifted my mindset to completely disregard the physical changes and focus only on the activity and that was great and super helpful!

because now i can admire these physical changes as my body looking strong, healthy, and fit instead of zooming in on the parts of my body that are still very soft (I HAD A FUCKING BABY MY BELLY WILL BE SOFT FOR A LONG TIME i scream into the void).

i bought that new running gear and took a little mirror selfie of me in it to show my husband while he was at work and i realized just how fit i looked in it. i looked like a runner. like a real runner. which is great because god dammit i AM a real runner!

i have lost 40 pounds this year between metformin (for pcos instead of birth control), working with a dietitian, and running consistently. i went from a size 16/XL to a 10/12/L sometimes M. at my smallest and unhealthiest i was a size 8/M sometimes S and so unhappy. and my goal is not to be a size 8. it's to be a good runner.

but i cannot deny that this is the best i have looked since my early twenties.

i bought a new cardigan and a new pair of jeans (most of my jeans don't fit anymore) and i tried them on today and i looked. great? i looked really good.

i'm curvy. i'm an E cup. i got a butt not from running but from genetics because i have always had a butt. i'm soft. but underneath my belly fat i can make out some obliques (i can SEE them which is wild). my thighs are SOLID with defined muscles. my face has thinned out to reveal an oval shape when i thought it was just round. my hands are more delicate now.

and that's not to say i was unhappy or unattractive with the extra 40 pounds. it's to say that my mindset has shifted from "running will help me lose weight and be hotter" to "running has made me stronger and fitter and i look like someone who can run a 5k without dying"

so. that's nice.

[onthewaytosomewhere]

Therapy for literally anyone in 911

thanks ever so much for letting me use this to untangle (at least somewhat) these silly buddie boys

this can also be found on ao3 - and it will prolly make more sense after the first chapter

It’s been two months since Buck stopped fighting, two months since Eddie showed up at the location of the underground fighting ring and dragged him to the hospital. Of course, it’s been a long two months, the kind of months that feel like you lived multiple years within each one. It’s not all been bad. Eddie and Buck finally admitted their feelings for each other and are slowly starting dating—which really isn’t much different than how they were before, just with more times out just the two of them.

This has been one of the good things—Eddie is sitting in the waiting room while Buck is in their therapist's office. Their therapist—that’s still wild to think they share this and so much more now. The way this has been going is Buck gets 40 minutes if he needs it. They get 20-30 minutes for the two of them together, and Eddie gets some time afterward. He’s working through a few things he didn’t bother with when he briefly did this therapy thing after his own time in the fighting ring. Buck has put his foot down and said if he’s working through all of his stuff, then so will Eddie. They’re getting mentally healthier for each other—and Christopher.

Christopher has taken to Buck and Eddie actually being together remarkably well. Of course, he’s never shied away from his love for Buck. So, other than a few more times when they go out without him, it’s not like things have changed a lot for him yet. At some point in the future, it may, though. Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever want anyone other than Buck. He knows they need to take things slow, not necessarily glacial, but slow to protect themselves and everyone else. Neither of them necessarily has the best track record when it comes to dating. So for now, they hang out and go on dates with the added bonus of kissing and …

Eddie’s thoughts are interrupted when the door to the office opens, and the therapist motions him in. He walks in and notices that Buck looks a bit nervous. He doesn’t know what that might mean, but he just has to hope it’s not bad. He sits down next to Buck in his usual spot for therapy and smiles at him. He gets a smile back, and it relieves a little of the anxiety that was ramping up. Buck’s smiles have always had an insane effect on him, even before he realized why that might be.

Their therapist sits across from them and starts. “Eddie, Buck has something he wants to tell you to start this week's joint session. I will go over to my desk to give you a moment, but I’m here if you need me.”

Eddie’s confused. Why would they not stay in the usual spot for their sessions? Isn’t that the point of all this? He turns to Buck, who still looks slightly nervous but less than when Eddie came in. Buck smiles at him, and he feels the anxiety that is starting to ratchet up again recede. How it took him so long to realize what he actually feels for Buck still amazes him.

“Eddie, I need to let you know that I remember a few things from when I was in and out of consciousness at the hospital after surgery.”

“Okay …”

“I remember you saying you love me.”

Oh. “Oh.” That’s a development Eddie doesn’t know what to do with.

“I want to tell you, and not because of that; I know we haven’t said that yet—at least not outside our heads and both conscious, but—I love you.”

“Oh, Buck …” Eddie’s brain has yet to catch up with his mouth, so he’s unsure what to say next. He wants to kiss him and let him know that way that he also loves him, but he probably actually needs to say the words. “Buck, I love you, I’ve loved you for so long, and honestly, I think I first realized it when I was stuck in that damn well. When I didn’t know if I was getting out of there, you and Christopher were the people who kept me fighting. I had wanted to tell you then, but I got nervous, and then stuff happened so fast, and before I knew it, so much time had already passed. I missed my opportunity, or so I thought, so I kept my feelings to myself, sat on them, and they continued growing.” He stops to take a breath, and Buck lets out a giggle that Eddie doesn’t get to hear often but treasures every time he does.

“Eddie, I … you know this wasn’t a contest. You didn’t hafta take my love confession and blow it out of the water. But since you did, I’m not going to bother with a grand love confession. I will repeat, however, that I love you. Have for so much longer than I knew.”

Eddie leans across the loveseat, and his lips find Buck’s; they kiss slowly, just lips, then tongue, then Eddie nipping at Buck’s lip with teeth. Eddie sighs into the kiss; he knows they can’t stay like this no matter how much he wants to, so he pulls back. Eddie pulls back and laughs when Buck’s lips chase his before leaning in and whispering, “Later. We’ll come back to this later.”

Buck leans toward him, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “I intend to hold you to that.” Eddie looks forward to it.

Their therapist is joining them again, saying, “That went well. Based on what I turned back around to, I'm assuming there isn’t anything you need to discuss, but if there is, we can do that now.”

Eddie looks at Buck and shakes his head. There is nothing more he needs to say about this at the moment, at least not with just their therapist. All he wants to do is repeatedly tell Buck that he loves him—he wants to shout it from the rooftops and tell the world. Buck smiles as if he’s heard all of Eddie’s internal dialogue and turns toward their therapist, replying, “No. We’re all good right now.”

“Perfect. So, shall we pick up where we left off last week?” The rest of the appointment goes by so fast. Their joint session ends and Buck leaves the room for a bit. Eddie feels so much lighter for one of the first times since he started therapy. He feels complete. He’s ready to tackle whatever comes, with Buck at his and Christopher’s sides.

[mrs-monaghan]

I'm not one big on reaction videos but a while back I watched a couple do a reaction video of Taekook and then Jikook. When they were watching the Jikook video they both mentioned how much longer the video was and how it appeared that Jikook spent a lot more time together than Taekook because of the quantity of footage--old and new. This statement got them into a lot of hot water...many taekookers commented under that video that this was simply because Big Hit (at the time) was hiding taekook and that's why there wasn't a lot of footage of them together or not as much as Jikook.

Now I'm not going to touch on the ridiculousness of tkkers claims, rather I want to focus on the statement these two Youtbers made regarding the quantity of Jikook content we have. Like have you ever just stopped and realized or considered the amount of Jikook moments there are starting from 2013! No other pairing in BTS...shit...K-pop has this much footage.

To lay it out-> Since I'm bored and missing Jikook I've been reminiscing on past moments by watching a lot of timeline videos. A YouTuber titled In-Orbit did a timeline series starting in 2014 and ending in 2017. Each year has a separate video and each video has about 40 minutes to an hour of content.

2014 video 47 minutes

2015 video 40 minutes

2016 vide 58 minutes

2017 video 54 minutes

That's about 4 hours of non-exhaustive/cut Jikook footage. Like, they excluded so many moments and shortened many moments so that each video wasn't it's own separate movie.

The Best of Jikook also does a lot of timeline videos...their's starts in 2013 and goes until 2020.

2013's video is the shortest, running time being 15 minutes.

Then her 2014 video had a running time of 30 minutes.

2015 video 40 minutes.

2016 video, 2 minutes shy of an hour.

2017 video 1 hour and 6 minutes

2018 video 1 hour and 38 minutes

2019 video nearly 2 hours

2020 video 1 hour and 40 minutes.

That's around 10 hours and 30 minutes of pure Jikook footage that again was also cut down. Also 3 years of Jikook footage is missing from these timelines.

So what does this prove? Well . . .

Best friend Status: The quantity and length of footage alone proves one thing and that's these two are beyond a shadow of any doubt the closest pairing...and always have been...yes even fetus jikook. 2013 Jikook still has more footage being together than any other BTS paring. This narrative that JK hated JM then is just a blatant lie told by those that can't tell the difference between playful banter and hate.

Jikook Grew closer in 2016: The running time for each year across all timeline videos I've seen, increased dramatically in 2016 and thereafter. The duration of these videos at the very least shows us that Jikook grew increasingly closer throughout the years because they were undoubtedly spending more time together.

Dynamic Shift started in 2015: If you watch the videos you will see that from 2013-2014 JM and JK were very playful and giving off very boyish best friend energy. There was a degree of flirting but it was masked as childish banter and it often seemed like JM just liked to poke fun at shy JK and JK liked to push back by playfully rejecting JM. However, a major shift took place in their dynamic starting in 2015. If you watch these timelines you'll see how their boyish banter becomes an exchange of Jimin exercising his "feminine wiles" and JK trying to exert a degree of masculine dominance over JM. JM's "flirting" is no longer boyish it's clearly feminine and it seems like at some point in 2015 JM became highly aware of the power he had over JK and he loved to use it. This dynamic has only increased throughout the years. JM knows that if he "acts cute" and bats his eyelashes at JK he can get him to do anything he wants. And JK knows that JM likes when he's more rough with him and they play into that often. Now People can say I'm reading into things but the transition in their dynamic is so stark from 2014 to 2015. Also, JK often talks about JM's cuteness and seems to be attacked by it...JM often talks about how he's JK's play toy and how he likes to be scolded by him. This isn't just my assumption JIkook have both confirmed this dynamic and we can see the beginnings of it starting in 2015.

Jikook are intimate: This becomes very clear towards the end of 2016 videos and on...like have you ever known a person before they've had sex and after? Or better yet have you ever seen a couple before they've been intimate and after? There's a clear shift in their behavior towards one another after they've had sex. I mean the touching, proximity, possessiveness, all of it increases. There's also a greater degree of familiarity and physical boundaries blur. You see this all happen with Jikook starting towards the end of 2016-> their physical interactions increase, they no longer seem to care about things like rubbing up against each other even when they're both sweaty, JK becomes increasingly possessive over JM and follows him everywhere, the staring OMG the staring increases so much...I mean look at JK during Fire era...I think this was pre-sex Jikook because the boy looks ready to risk it all in some clips.

I could say more like the difference between JIkook pre and post GCFT and how they are now settling into a domestic era... but the post is way more than long enough. I will just end with this...the quantity and quality of Jikook footage out there debunks literally every anti claim there is. I don't care that there's not much 2023 Jikook content---JM has been busy as hell, what do people expect? And even if he wasn't busy and we had zero content this year that still wouldn't mean Tk are a thing or that jikook broke up. What these timelines show us is how consistently close Jikook are, their growth and development and relational maturity. No other ship alive has what we have! So all the antis and insecure jikookers can Stfu!

I will only add to say that i think the deed had happened by 2016. Might even speculate that's what 8/11/15 is about. And before that most prolly other things were already happening. There was certain behaviour and tension that points to this in 2015. But other that anon, this.... all of this...

[sri-rachaa]

[Holding Sam and Lovely] Listen I know I’m living in my own little world BUT LISTEN

They’re siblings your honor.

“But Rae! How on earth would that work?”

Here’s the logistics of it all in a nutshell:

Momma Collins had Sam when she was very young, about the age of 18-19. She had originally planned to keep Sam as her only child, with no future ideas of having another kid.

Until she got pregnant again when Sam was already 20-21, at the age of 40. Late for a woman to become pregnant, though still very possible.

So, well, lovely came along. Sam was already a grown adult, and voluntarily took up a lot of taking care of them— even when Momma Collin’s insisted on she could handle it [“This ain’t my first kid, Samuel, and they sure as hell weren’t as much of my precious lil screamin’ baby hellion as you were. I can handle ‘em, I don’t need all the extra help, sweetheart.”] But, Sam enjoyed taking care of them, and continued to do so whenever he could.

And then Alexis happened. Car crash. Got turned. We all know the story.

At this point, Lovely had just turned about 11 years old— now without their older brother to look after them.

[Insert many years of horrible mourning and slow recovery here]

Fast forward to 2020:

Lovely’s about 20-21 at this point, freshly moved to California close to where their late brother lived before he died. Wandered onto an abandoned amusement park, found a vampire, Vincent happened, then Adam happened, then Vincent got them back, all the normal canon lore.

Once Vincent brought Lovely home that night after the…Adam Incident, he took a peek of their things while they were resting.

One of the first things he found was their ID on their lanyard in their bag. Their first name had always sounded familiar, though he didn’t know from where—

“Collins.”

Oh. That’s where.

As soon as his eyes scanned over the name, he heard Sam walk into his home— coming to help Vincent’s “friend” he had called him about in a panic.

…I’ll let you finish up how the rest of that interaction and realization went. [she says because she’s still indecisive on exactly how it goes]

[khaire-traveler]

If you're still answering for the ask game: 🧿

🧿 - Did you have any other spiritual beliefs before discovering your current practice?

(Adding a read more for those uninterested as this is a longer post)

Yes! I used to be a Christian. I basically followed my own intuitive beliefs about Jesus and God after struggling to discover my own path (my family was not religious, so it was a lot of fumbling around in the dark growing up). I didn't really do things the same as other Christians around me would at the time (things are different now, I would say), so it was difficult for me to find a good sense of community. I found one in a local church, but even that was a bit weird for me because most people were in their 30s-40s and my ass was 16 lmao.

Anyway, I was a very devout Christian for pretty much my entire life (I even considered becoming a pastor), but when I was 17 (late 2019-early 2020), something massive changed. My PTSD reared its ugly head for the first time, and when it hit me, it hit me fucking hard. Depression and anxiety became virtually unbearable for me, I was literally going through three abusive situations at once, it was my Senior year of highschool while the pandemic hit, and my life felt like it was falling apart. Shit was absolutely wild. And throughout it, I prayed to the Christian God. I prayed and prayed and prayed, and for the first time in my life, it felt like no one was listening on the other end.

I was praying to the ceiling. I was crying out to the dry wall.

That was when I officially left my Christian faith. Other factors also contributed to it, but I won't be discussing them. It took me until August of 2020 to engage with any pagan/polytheist beliefs. Before then, I tried out Wicca for, like, one month, realized that it didn't work for me and also made me feel weird as an enby, and just sort of didn't have any beliefs for a while (glad that Wicca didn't stick, tbh). In August, though, Lord Hermes reached out to me. As far as I know, he's the first deity to reach out to me, and my gods did he reach out strong lmao. He would not give up on my oblivious ass, sending me signs and trying to get my attention. I'm grateful to him for that.

When I prayed to Hermes for the first time, someone was on the other end of that prayer. I wasn't praying to the ceiling; I was praying to someone, and he was listening to me. I felt his energetic presence as well, and although I was a bit nervous because I hadn't had that experience before, it was still reassuring in a way, almost like a confirmation that "yes, this was a good thing to try". Hermes was the first deity I ever started worshipping in a pagan sense. It was a lovely experience, and from the start, he was kind, helpful, and supportive. He will always hold a special place in my heart. 🧡

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That's my story. I'm sorry for the whole backstory I just gave you lol. Thank you for the ask, Nonny. c:

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