#scriggle scraggle

[youssefguedira]

K or N for Joe and/or Nicky

K. On the edge of consciousness.

Yusuf wakes slowly, so slowly that he can’t see and isn’t even sure he can open his eyes, only half-sure he still has eyes, and that’s how he knows there’s something very, very wrong. He can’t move, can’t hear, can’t even smell anything. He doesn’t remember exactly what happened to him, but every part of him is burning, and he’s fairly sure the weird aching sensation in his head is his skull knitting itself back together, which. He really, really didn’t need to know what that feels like. 

There’s a scraping in his chest when he breathes in, but at least he’s breathing. 

Where is he? He could be anywhere. He could be in the middle of the street, could have been dragged away from the fighting from someone who had seen him breathing through a wound that should have killed him immediately. When he wakes, what will he find? Will they have taken his weapon? How long has he been dead? 

Will Nicolò be able to find him, if they are separated? Will he even try?

Slowly but steadily, he starts to hear something: a high pitched whistling that sounds like it’s coming from deep inside his own head. The darkness begins to lift, leaving flickering amber lights across his vision, and a shadow in front of him. 

There’s a voice, too, one that sharpens into words as Yusuf’s hearing begins to return. He doesn’t understand their meaning, but the cadence of them and the voice itself is familiar. 

“Are you awake?” Nicolò asks softly, switching to Arabic. 

Yusuf tries to make a sound in response. Whether it’s audible he doesn’t know, because the only noise he can really make is a rasping exhale, but Nicolò hushes him anyway.

“Do not… you can be slow,” Nicolò says. He’s more comfortable with the sounds of the language now, but still doesn’t always string sentences together well. “We are safe. I am here.”

He’s made aware of where his hand is by the feeling of Nicolò reaching for it. Yusuf manages to make an actual sound this time, but still can’t form words. Nicolò squeezes his hand gently. 

“I am here,” he says again. 

Eventually, Yusuf’s skull seems to piece itself back together fully, and his vision sharpens, letting him see that they’re backed into the corner of the two remaining intact walls of a house ravaged by fire, Nicolò crouched in front of him with his sword in hand. There’s a trail of blood leading to where Yusuf is lying now, and a section of the room that has collapsed. He can piece together enough. Nicolò would have had to drag him over here.

This time, he manages to make a sound, even if he can’t quite form words. Nicolò looks down at him over his shoulder, and there is blood on his face and in his hair, and only then does Yusuf notice the bodies in the room. 

“Okay?” Nicolò asks. 

Yusuf manages to nod, and it sends a spike of pain along his spine. Nicolò turns slightly to look at him properly. 

“You are almost done, I think,” he says. “You did not… you were asleep for a long time. I did not know if…”

“Nicolò,” Yusuf finally manages, hoarse.

“Rest,” Nicolò says. “I am here.”

(letter asks)

[ongreenergrasses]

🎟 please.

absolutely! i hope you enjoy 💜

There’s an enormous crash from the kitchen, and Nicky looks up from his laptop.

“Joe?”

“Holy shit,” Joe yells in response.

Nicky assumes that this is because he knocked over one of the many boxes stacked up in the corners. After they won the lottery, the first order of business was to find a new, better, more convenient apartment, and now they’re packing.

(Buying a house together seemed a little over the top. Nicky is not opposed to doing so, or generally just being with Joe and following him around for the rest of his life, but this is not something he would tell a roommate.)

“Is everything okay?” Nicky calls back.

Joe skids around the corner. “We have to go. Grab your stuff.”

“Okay,” Nicky says, and begins packing away his laptop.

“Not that. Well, maybe that. Whatever you can’t leave behind or be without. We have to go.”

“What?”

“Please, Nicky. We don’t have time.”

Nicky stares at him, and sees that Joe is shaking.

“Okay,” Nicky says, getting up and steering Joe to the bed, sitting down next to him. “Can you please tell me what is going on?”

Joe buries his face in his hands. Nicky hasn’t felt this helpless since he set fire to several pieces of onion that were caked to the stovetop and made the sprinklers go off.

“You’re going to hate me,” Joe says, muffled by his fingers.

“Joe! I could never hate you.” I love you, hangs on the tip of Nicky’s tongue. He swallows it back down.

“Okay. Okay.” Joe straightens up. “I have a brother.”

“Okay,” Nicky says slowly. He wasn’t aware of this before, but he knows Joe has a big family. “So do I.”

“My brother is crazy,” Joe says bluntly. “Not, you know. Clinically. But he’s completely insane.” It all comes out in a rush. “And we’re estranged, I love him but it’s for the best, but Samara told him about the money, and now he wants the money that we won. And he doesn’t have limits. So I’m worried he’ll do something to one or both of us to get the money, and we really have to go, now, Nicky.”

Nicky stares. “Your brother wants our money?”

“I don’t think he’s homicidal. But we need to go.”

“Homicidal?”

“Please, Nicky.” Joe turns the full force of his gaze on him, and Nicky never stood a chance, not against Joe’s enormous pleading (beautiful) eyes. “Let’s just go.”

Nicky stares around his room. He’s writing his dissertation. Will he need to leave school? Will he ever come back here? What if he stayed, and Joe left? Would he be safe?

He looks back at Joe. His mind has already been made up, long before this. He could never leave Joe. Not ever.

“Okay,” he says.

One of the perks of having an enormous amount of lottery money is that they’re able to get to the airport and be on the next flight out of the country without even making a dent in their finances. Nicky stares at the cover of his passport. He didn’t expect to ever leave the country again, let alone so soon.

Joe coughs next to him. Then coughs again.

“Are you all right?” Nicky asks, turning to face him.

“Why did you come with me?” Joe scuffs the toe of his shoe on the hideous airport carpet. “You could’ve stayed. This is ridiculous, I’m sure you would’ve been fine.”

“I…”

It’s the worst possible time for this. Nicky knows that. But Joe asked him a question, and this situation is entirely terrifying and entirely out of their control. The least that Nicky could do is answer honestly.

“I love you,” he says frankly. “And you said that we needed to go. So we’ll go.”

“You love me?”

“Yes,” Nicky says. His voice doesn’t waver. He’s never been so sure about anything. “And I trust you. So if you think that we needed to leave together, I know that it is for the best. For both of us.”

“I didn’t know that,” Joe says. His voice sounds very small. “I wish I had.”

“I’m sorry,” Nicky says, because the look on Joe’s face is spreading an icy, horrible feeling throughout his chest. “I should not have said anything.”

“No, I’m glad you did.” Joe looks at Nicky, then leans over, and tentatively takes his hand. “I - love you. Too. I love you too, Nicky.”

“Huh,” Nicky says intelligently. He looks around. There’s at least thirty people surrounding them at their gate, and they’re both wearing masks. It’s probably the worst possible time for this.

He feels Joe’s hand on his chin, tentatively guiding Nicky’s face back to his. “Can I kiss you, Nicky?”

Nicky whips off his mask so fast that he nearly tears it. He doesn’t care. “Yes, Joe, please - ”

Joe pulls his own mask down, and then kisses him, in the airport, in front of all those people. It makes Nicky feel as if he should be embarrassed, but all he feels is joy.

“I’m glad we have each other,” Joe whispers against his lips. “And that we’re doing this together.”

“Me too,” Nicky says, and kisses him again. He really did win the lottery, in more ways than one.

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[cookiemom6067]

you're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you?

Tagged by @introvertia

Safe as houses! And definitely fascinated. Definitely wouldn't feel stuck. I would feel privileged.

Another chance to squee over the beautiful art that @apocryphiend made for me!!!

Tagging @loflight501 @lisea18 @scriggle-scraggle @weerd1 @m-elayna

[sheafrotherdon]

Tagged by the lovely @boutiquetraveltravelboutique! hardcover or paperback (I have no preference) // bookstore or library // bookmark or receipt // stand alone or series // nonfiction or fiction // thriller or fantasy // under 300 pages or over 300 pages // children's or ya // friends to lovers or enemies to lovers (All! Both! More!) // read in bed or read on the couch // read at night or read in the morning // keep pristine or markup (I just bought a Kindle Scribe because I read more ebooks than real books, but cannot abide not being able to write all over everything) // cracked spine or dog ear

I have like, seven books on the go right now, which is a small number for many people! I need to just commit and finish one of them at a time. Good grief.

Tagging @kaydeefalls, @nicolodigenovas, @gallifreyburning, @raedear, and @scriggle-scraggle if you want to play!

[esp-ae]

what a teeny weenie lanky boy. a disheveled urchin of the streets and alleyways. a magnanimous mousy mollusk of musk. a miniature micro mogul of virtue and Victorian hunger. a satin braggart of mirth and joy, teedling her toddles through life in the highest order of munchkins.

pondering the reconciliation of her grand machinations, those foul schemes she concocted in the name of the world’s demise. An apprehensive demon of destruction and perilous destiny. Scraggling her scriggles through life in a determined march like a game of volleyball.

A cantankerous, cruel and callous curmudgeon of crime and corruption- cursing the world as she teedles her terrifying toddles of pestilence and war.

[raedear]

@scriggle-scraggle you have phenomenal taste

1. @sheafrotherdon writes fic so soft every single posting makes me cry, but the Repair Shop au is something else entirely

2. @kaydeefalls is a stunner, have you read the rest of her fics? If you haven't Lessons Exquisitely Crafted is the perfect place to start

3. @werebearbearbar, darling Melly, beloved of my heart, how could I ever begin to tell you how much of a delight Melly is and how much joy she's brought to my life? We Could Be An Ancient Tale is again a wonderful place to start, but nothing can compare to just talking shit to melly for half an hour

And to the podficcers, @cookiemom6067 and @etoiledunord and Greedy Dancer, just to name a few off the top of my head: please know I love you dearly and you've kept me company more than once while I've cleaned my flat

Good evening all: I miss The Old Guard. I miss the team, and the meta, and the art, and the fic, and the time Gina decided on Hogmanay to blow all our minds so now I'm asking: what is your favourite bit of TOG fan content? Art, fic, meta, GIFs, what the fuck ever type, I don't care, so long as you love it. Please tell me so I can show everyone else. The more little and obscure and beloved the better. Please, tell me.

[hazel-wand]

Some stucky recs for you:

Stem by IamShadows21

To Stop My Mind From Wandering by @lynchy8

Between Their Names by @sproings

On the Other Side of a Downward Spiral by @torakowalski

If Only You Could See Me (Like the Pie that i Am) by bitelikefire

Kiss This Guy by lunarriviera

Off the record by brenda

Apes Dedemus Imitari (We should Imitate Bees) by buckysbees

Itsy Bitsy Yoga by wearing_tearing

You and Me and a test of will by thepinupchemist

A historical relic and a history professor walk into aq bar (series) by thecommodore_squid (orphan_account)

Easy Work for Easy pay by AustinB

Sic months by etlabete

Our lingering frost by eyres

Barnes & Rogers and the goddamn truth by orphan_account

Greetings to the new brunette by victoria_p (musesfool)

Thank you so much! There are so many great stories in this list. I've read a lot of them. Some, like Easy Work for Easy Pay and If Only You Could See Me (Like the Pie that I Am) are favourites that I only haven't recced because of how popular they are. You and a Test of Will is one that I reread recently. It is brilliant, although I felt bruised afterwards. There are so many great authors on this list, but also a few titles/authors I don't recognise and am excited to check out.

[kaydeefalls]

For the writer ask meme: 3, 11, 12 for The Pride

Aw, nice, thank you! The Pride Pact, cheesy meet-cute AU of my heart.

3. Any deleted scenes that didn't make it into the fic?

Nope! I wrote this one in chronological order and 100% by the seat of my pants, just grooving with where it decided to take me. Never had anything extraneous to delete. (That's pretty normal for me, though -- it's rare that I write entire scenes and then delete them later. It definitely happens, but not often.)

11. What happens to these characters 2, 5, 10 years later?

You know, normal stuff. IDK, these are the most real-world-normal versions of the TOG characters I've ever written. Nicky and Joe definitely move in together way too quickly, probably within a couple of months. Joe switches career paths a couple of times, trying to figure out a way to make a living in the arts a little more directly. Nile bullies them into holding their wedding reception at the Guard and is genuinely surprised and thrilled when they actually follow through. She and Celeste probably shack up at some point. Lykon finishes his degree and becomes a social worker, but keeps pulling bar shifts anyway because he enjoys it and likes the excuse to hang out with Andy and Quynh. Everything is soft and occasionally stressful because that's what real life is but they all stay friends and stuff. Just nice happy things, IDK.

12. Pick a scene and give writer's commentary on your thoughts.

OH GOD HOW DO I EVEN

fine

Once in the cab, he ignores Joe as best he can, resting his head against the window. The glass feels cool against his face. Finally, Joe breaks the silence. "I'm sorry," he says. "I don't know what I said that pissed you off so much, but whatever it was, I am sorry."

"Okay," Nicky tells the window, still not looking at him.

"Nicky." When he doesn't respond, Joe reaches out to rub Nicky's shoulder. "C'mon, please. I don't think you've ever been mad at me before, and I really want to make it right. This sucks."

Nicky considers shrugging him off, but realizes he's already leaning into Joe's touch in spite of himself. "It's nothing, it's stupid. I'll probably forget about it in the morning anyway."

"I won't, though. Please, Nicky, just talk to me—"

"I just wish you would stop bringing up the damn Pride pact," Nicky says, all in a rush, knowing exactly how ridiculous he must sound. "Like—it's fine, whatever, I know you and I are never going to…" He swallows and shakes his head. "I've made my peace with it. But you don't need to keep reminding all our friends exactly how unfuckable you think I am."

Joe freezes, his grip on Nicky's shoulder tightening. "That's not—"

"I know that is not how you intend it," Nicky says quietly. "It's just a joke at this point, but that's how it feels, so. I wish you wouldn't."

So, like, it's no secret that the Pride pact is based on an actual agreement I made (at Pride) with the woman who is now my wife, because we were the only two queer women in a social group dominated by gay men. (Very little else about the fic is based on RL, but the basic premise, yes.) Anyway. The way SHE tells it, she'd tried to chat me up a few times at that point, but I was clearly not interested, so she proposed the pact as a way to prove that we could just be friends and I wouldn't have to worry about her Making It Weird. From my perspective, I legit had no idea she was interested and felt very Warned Off by the way she shot me down out of absolutely nowhere when we weren't even flirting or anything. But whatever, it's all good.

Fast forward a couple of years. We're still just friends. She still brings up the pact as a joke among our friends on the regular, and at one point I get drunk with a mutual friend and rant about it to him for like an hour because, like, I haven't had a date in ages and there are still only a bare handful of other female-identified folks in our friend group and I would really appreciate it if my ONE friend who is also inclined towards women would stop reminding all of our mutual friends exactly how unfuckable she finds me. (Unbeknownst to me, the reason she keeps mentioning it is because she is solidly crushing on me at this point and is overcompensating because she still doesn't want to make it weird.)

That conversation between Nicky and Joe? We never actually had it. Because it honestly wound up not being relevant by the time we got together in real life, and it was just that one random night I got really ticked off about it -- it's not something I was genuinely upset by, it had just been a weird night and I'd been in a shitty mood. But that's my imagining of how much more quickly we might have gotten our shit together if we'd ever actually TALKED ABOUT IT like freaking grownups. Living vicariously through fictional characters, folks!

(Other fun fact: my wife reads almost all my fic before I post it these days. When she got to that scene, she was like OH MY GOD IS THAT WHAT YOU THOUGHT THE WHOLE TIME and it was legitimately hilarious.)

[panzertorte]

Weekly Jiang Wen stream resumes tomorrow!

Day: Saturday (Sunday morning) Time: midnight 00 CEST // 6pm EDT // 3pm PDT // 6am UTC +8 (China etc)

Link to be posted here on my blog around 23.45. You can also tune in by just going directly to rabb.it/panzertorte

This week we’ll be watching The Emperor’s Shadow (1996)!

[cable-knit-sweater]

@scriggle-scraggle suggested it might be “the life of Bucky Barnes” by stephrc79 which sounds like it could possibly be it!

Hello. I don't know if this is the right place to ask but I was wondering if you could help me out? I read a fic a while ago about Bucky using social media to document his recovery, not really caring about the number of followers. It was something that he did for himself and one day when he looks he sees that he has a million or more followers. It was a Stucky fic and was really sweet. I was wondering if you could help me find it? I seem to have lost it

Hi there! 💗

I’m not entirely sure I know the fic you mean - it sounds sort of familiar but I’m mostly blanking? There’s a chance it could be this: introducing mister and mister united states but it doesn’t seem to 100% fit your description.

Maybe one of my followers will know? (If you do, please let us know!!) I know how annoying it is to lose a fic 😭, so hopefully someone will see this and help you out anon!

[youssefguedira]

Lucia fic no. 2 💜💜💜💜💜

i have GOT to get back to this fic its just . well there's a lot of emotions in there. but what i HAVEN'T previously mentioned is the actual framing of the fic, i.e. it doesn't all take place in the past!! for example:

It's not until late afternoon, when Andy is napping in the other room, that Nicky brings up the reason for their visit. The TV is chattering away softly in the background, some drama show she's too tired to watch, though she’s getting better at understanding the rapid Italian. Joe'd pulled the curtains open to let the sun in a little while ago, casting a square of golden light on the terracotta tiles, and is now seated in one of the armchairs, sketching in a little black notebook, glancing up at the TV every now and then. 

“Nile,” Nicky starts. “There is something I would like to show you tomorrow, if you will let me.” 

“Sure,” Nile says, shifting position – she'd been starting to drift off in the afternoon sunlight. “What is it?” 

“There is a village, a few hours' drive from here,” he says. “I know Booker” – and here Joe's shoulders tense, just a little – “told you about his family already, but I would like the chance to tell you about mine. Only if you want to hear it, of course.” 

Nile wonders if that's why Andy had argued with him about this. She's been carefully avoiding thinking about her family for too long; Copley had handled it, sure, but that doesn't mean Nile doesn't still wish with every part of her that she could go home, even if it was just once. 

“Yeah,” she says. She could use getting out of the house anyway.

Nicky relaxes, just a little. “We can leave in the morning,” he says. “Eight?”

Nile nods. 

The next morning, Joe and Nicky are already in the kitchen when Nile gets up, talking to each other quietly in Italian. She doesn’t even bother to listen in, still a little too tired to process another language right now, but she catches the odd word that’s close enough to Spanish or French for her to understand. 

There’s two thermoses on the kitchen table already, and a little plate of pastries, possibly bought from the bakery a few streets over that Joe had mentioned yesterday; Nicky stands when she enters.

“Ready?” he asks. 

Nile nods. 

“Domenico’s is closed,” Joe says to Nicky. “I checked yesterday. But there’s a place not far from where it used to be.” His expression softens, then, and there’s something almost sad about the way he looks at Nicky when he says, “Bring her something from me?”

Nicky nods. Joe catches hold of his wrist as he walks past, kisses his palm. Nicky shudders for a moment, then leans down to knock their foreheads together briefly, eyes closed like he's bracing himself for something. It’s the most physical affection Nile’s ever seen them show towards each other: of course, they’re never that far from each other, but they’re not usually like this, at least not in front of her. She can’t help but wonder.

“You’re not coming?” Nile asks. 

Joe shakes his head. “Not this time.”

Again, she wonders. But then Nicky passes her one of the thermoses and a couple pastries in a paper bag, and they head out. 

It’s not until they’re out of the city and on the autostrada after a quick stop at a florist’s that leaves Nile with even more questions, and she’s halfway through her thermos of coffee, that Nicky says, “I had a sister.”

[s-hylor]

for the Fanfic Ask Meme - a: How did you come up with the titles to the stories in the 25 seconds 'verse, X: A character you enjoy making suffer & Y: A character you want to protect.

for the Fanfic Ask Meme -

a: How did you come up with the titles to the stories in the 25 seconds ‘verse:

Okay, well the titles for this series come almost entirely from variations of the lyrics to the song 25 Seconds by Mandy Kane. It is a brilliant song, and one of the lines is “dead man’s grin” which I took to use for the title of the first story. All the titles following were inspired by lyrics from the song, a lot is me mashing various lines together to make up titles that I thought would sound good, and others are almost direct copies of lines from the songs. Both Heaven’s Bouncers and Suicide is a Pastime are probably the two that diviate the most from the actual song, but are still well and truly inspired by/borrow from the song.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer: all of them? It’s probably very obvious from my writing that I enjoy making Jake Jensen suffer. I’m so mean to him. It’s terrible. I really should stop and be nicer.

Y: A character you want to protect: Pretty much every character from The Ultimates ever. I have this undying need to give Ults Steve and Tony happy/hopeful moments, even if I have to be mean to them to get to that point.

Hopefully that answers the questions. Thanks for the ask :)

[jackymedan]

CKR 😀

Thank you :))) let’s see how long the list actually is:

Due South

Shattered

Wilby Wonderful

Twitch City

Longmire

The Young and Prodigious T.S. Spivet

The Invisible

Normal

Flower & Garnet (weird and kinda upsetting at times)

Gunless

La Femme Nikita (2 episodes) (he played a VERY cute character in this)

Hoax for the Holidays (a.k.a Faith, Fraud and Minimum Wage)

Memento (he only had a small role in this)

Picture Claire (not great from what I remember)

Murder Seen

Paris or Somewhere (weird)

Tricks

Double Happiness

Last Night

Supernatural (1 episode)

My Life as a Dog (1 or 2 episodes I don’t have all of it)

Forever Knight (1 episode)

H2O

Blade III (only worth it for CKR with fangs.. and parker posey’s face)

Suspicious River (don’t.. 0/10 do not recommend)

Aaaand then I still have like 7 video files of things with him in it on my laptop that I still have to watch at some point.. and other things I’d like to watch one day but haven’t gotten my hands on yet..

*bolded are the ones I enjoyed the most and/or recommend (doesn’t necessarily mean I disliked all the not-bolded ones (unless I specifically said so in the list), some of them were fine, just not worth watching ONLY because CKR is in it..

[eaion]

Thanks for tagging, it an awesome tag game! 😆

Tagging: @preetsramblings, @leonard-cold , @angsty-violet, @scriggle-scraggle @simpledontmeanpeachy

i wanna make one of those tag games but i have no ideas 😭

[amethystina]

For the mash-up: 94. Hair Brushing/Braiding & 100. Accidentally Saving the Day Cougar/Jensen

Not going to lie, this was the trickiest of all the mash-ups and I’m not even sure why? I think it’s because I automatically try to make it into some big, epic story when, really, it doesn’t have to be. That’s just me being an over-achiever.

To be honest, I’ve always wanted to write a fic where JJ braids Cougar’s hair. I have no idea why I haven’t done that already and I need to find a fic to add that into at my earliest convenience.

ANYWAY! More about the story below the cut! (this one is a lot shorter than most of these, but still — I don’t want to cover your entire dash).

To put it simply, I would turn this into the fluffiest ficlet that ever ficletted (that’s probably not a word, but let’s just roll with it). Like, just mountains of fluff and casual touching and Cougar and Jensen being their usual selves, i.e. so close and in sync and stupidly in love without daring to admit it. 

Like, they both LIVE for those little touches and keep telling themselves that it’s normal — at least normal for them — and it’s no big deal. Because of course best friends like to sit close whenever they can and always turn to each other for comfort. And Cougar is only trying to help those times when he ends up standing behind JJ’s computer chair, gently rubbing the soreness out of his neck until Jensen is boneless and pliant underneath his hands. And Jensen is used to helping Beth with his hair so he doesn’t mind combing Cougar’s for him — it’s not at all that he loves how Cougar relaxes into it, trusting and just so content that JJ’s chest feels tight with love and longing. Or those soft noises of pleasure he makes when JJ braids it for him. Of course not.

To be honest, I think I’d write this from an outside POV, just to make it all the more obvious how stupid they’re being. Also, pining can come across really well from an outside POV (and I’d like to practice on it). So, like, Jess, Clay, or Pooch’s POV, I think? Or all of them. One each! Plus one with Cougar in the beginning (to set up the scene) and the final one from Jensen’s POV (because that one should be from one of theirs, because of story climax reasons). So five short chapters.

As for the accidental saving of the day, I think it would be something simple and in line with the fluffy atmosphere. Like, Cougar accidentally ending up coaching The Petunias to a victory they hadn’t expected. Just... something cute and sweet that will make JJ fall in love even more and make him want to burst with the need to pull Cougar close and kiss him.

And he’ll end up doing that, later, when they’re back at Jess’s house and everyone else has gone to bed and JJ just can’t take it anymore. He’s so in love with Cougar it hurts and he knows he might ruin everything but he can’t hold it back anymore. They’re alone, the house quiet, and Cougar wishes him goodnight with that soft, fond smile of his and JJ just reacts without thinking. A hand behind Cougar’s neck and a slight tug is all it takes and suddenly their kissing, Cougar’s lips warm against Jensen’s.

Naturally, Cougar is stunned for a second, but then just melts into it because yes, this is what he’s wanted for years. As if he’s going to say no?

So they kiss and confess and all is well and happy and fluffy. Because that’s how I roll and I think we all need more fluff in our lives.

Fucking fight me.

(except, you know, don’t)

Aaaaand yeah. That’s what I would do. Perhaps a bit of a letdown after the huge, sprawling epics I’ve spawned for other mash-ups, but, uh, yeah. I just love my fluff, okay?

[cacchieressa]

here’s the link: https://cesperanza.tumblr.com/post/655755660879970304/albymangroves-jamesrbarnes-steves-internal