#should i make an until then sideblog hmm

[kosmicprlz]

ang bawat piyesa na bumubuo sa iyo // every piece that makes you

[navybrat817]

Anything special for Bucky's birthday?

Something small, nonnie.

For Years or for Hours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is the love of your life and deserves to have a peaceful birthday.

Word Count: Almost 1.2k

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, implied explicit sexual content, being in love, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I wanted to do something more, but today got away from me. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sun had just risen outside of Bucky’s hut in Wakanda, the rays peeking in and beckoning you to wake up and venture out into the world. You weren't ready to rise and meet the day quite yet. Not when Bucky was beside you, holding you in his sleep like you he’d lose you if he loosened his grip. You wouldn't dare disturb his slumber. Not when he more than anyone deserved to rest peacefully.

So you decided to count the freckles on his nose.

“My beautiful man,” you whispered, placing your left hand on his cheek. “Love of my life.”

The wedding band on your ring finger matched his in design, symbols of the never ending love you had for each other. Time stood still and moved all at once when you said “I do”, but forever didn’t start with your wedding day. It began the day you met. Every moment after that paved a path that entwined, neither of you having to walk alone again.

“One,” you whispered, kissing a freckle on the tip of his nose. You’d never get over the sight of him. “Two…”

You didn’t know Bucky had freckles until he was in your face during a training session, the definition of up close and personal. It was right before you shared your first kiss, which was ages ago and felt like yesterday. He rolled on top of you and pinned your arms above your head, his breathing heavy and eyes stormy as you gazed up at him. Instead of trying to break free of his strong hold, you went lax underneath him and smiled.

“Are you yielding?” He asked, releasing one of your wrists when you made no attempt to move.

“Wow. You have freckles,” you exhaled, brushing his soft brown hair back that fell in his eyes. “I never noticed them before.”

It was as if Bucky removed an invisible mask and allowed you to see his true self for the first time before he pressed his lips to yours. It sparked a flame inside of you that no one could ever put out. And if being in love with him taught you anything, it was that masks hid your true selves and built walls to keep others out. You helped each other knock them down.

He was your partner in every sense of the word.

“Mmm. Tickles,” he mumbled as you kept kissing his nose, his voice throaty and low as he opened his eyes. His broad torso rolled as he arched his back and you had to suppress a shiver when he groaned. “Were you counting my freckles again?”

“You caught me,” you whispered, pecking his nose once more and not embarrassed in the slightest. “I can’t help it. You’re so pretty.”

Amusement filled his eyes as he slid a palm down your ribs to your hip. “I thought you were the pretty one in this relationship, Mrs. Barnes.”

Your cheeks warmed at the reminder that you were his wife. “We can both be pretty, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, tilting your head back so he could brush his scruff against your neck. You joked once that people called him the White Wolf because he liked to “scent” and leave his mark on you. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“Why should I go back to sleep, hmm?” He asked, placing an open-mouthed kiss over your racing pulse. It was enough to make you whimper when you tried to find your words. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You menace,” you moaned, tugging on his hair for good measure, which only made him let out that lustful groan you loved. “Because it’s your birthday and you deserve to sleep in, old man.”

His first birthday as a married man.

“And we won't say how old I am today,” he said, his hair falling in his eyes as he pulled back and smirked. “And I was kind of hoping I'd wake up with my cock in your mouth.”

“Bucky,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to laugh at his admission as the tingle between your thighs grew. Whatever thought was in your mind went away. It didn't matter. All you could imagine were his eyes staring down at you in wonder and ecstasy as you took him in your throat. “You know what? Fine. Your wish is my command.”

You’d please him with whichever hole he wanted to use.

“But I’m awake,” he teased, chuckling when you silenced him with your lips. He didn't let you pull away, feeling as if the hut tilted on its axis as he deepened the kiss you started. It was like your first kiss all over again. The promise of something more.

A lifetime together.

“Pretend you're asleep,” you suggested when you grudgingly pulled away from his sinful lips. “But if Steve and Sam ask, we woke up to watch the sun rise.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed when you smiled, your heart rate picking up. “Don't talk about those punks when you're about to go down on me,” he half growled.

“Yes, White Wolf,” you teased. They would no doubt message him birthday wishes, along with Natasha and a few others, once they were awake. He deserved all the love today and every day.

Before you could kiss down Bucky's body, he stopped you with a gentle grip. “Wait,” he whispered, his eyes searching your face. You didn't know a gaze could be so soft until he looked upon you. This was a man who knew your hopes, dreams, fears.

And loved you all the while.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked when he reached for your left hand.

“I just love you so much, doll,” he said, running his thumb over the ring as your eyes filled with tears. You blinked them away quickly enough to catch his tender smile. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

When you got home, you’d celebrate his special day in regular fashion. You’d take him to the new science exhibit that he mentioned wanting to see. The two of you would cuddle up to watch his favorite movie after dinner with the gang. He’d eat the cake you baked just for him. And there would be a present or two for him to open before you went to bed.

But the gift he wanted most was to have a day without a reminder of the fight. Where he could breathe in the air, take in the quiet, and feel a sense of peace with the person he loved beside him. You knew the only way to give him that was to get him out of the city and back to his hut. Even if it was only for a short time.

In his sanctuary, he’d find tranquility on his special day and you’d show him how much you loved him. Memories the two of you would carry for a lifetime. Because he gave you the world by asking you to be his and you’d spend forever making him happy. Just like he deserved.

“I love you, too, Bucky Barnes,” you promised, kissing the freckle again on the tip of his nose. “Happy birthday.”

Oh, Bucky. We love him. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[the-iceni-bitch]

Shaped and Molded

Kinktober Day II: Latex Kink

Pairing; Jake Jensrn x fem reader (Jake and Khaleesi)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Jake just loves everything you do.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (over the clothes stuff, some dirty talk) discussion of sex work, Jake is adorable, fluff, they’re in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: They’re so fucking cute you guys!!!!! I really need to write them more! And get Jake as a boyfriend because he is perfect 🥹

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

Jake was so fucking nervous, his leg jiggling no matter how much he tried to control his thoughts as he stared at your front door. It took him a good three minute before he was finally able to raise his fist to knock, chewing on his lip and he thought about exactly what he wanted to talk to you about.

“Jakey!” As soon as you opened the door he felt himself melt, meeting your warm smile with a dopey grin while he thought about selling everything he owned so he could buy you presents. “What are you doing here? I thought you had to work this weekend.”

“Couldn’t do it, not when I knew you were all by yourself… oh my god.” The moment he stepped inside and set eyes on you he could have fainted, his eyes drinking you in as he almost dropped everything he was holding. “What are you wearing?”

“Hmm? Oh!” You beamed at him when you turned around after he stopped in your doorway, turning around slowly and running your fingers over the slick latex that was clinging to your body. “I’m trying out a new routine and wanted a new outfit for it. What do you think?”

What he thought was that he was going to have a stroke. On a normal day, you were already so beautiful and perfect he would be willing to let you use him as a sidewalk if he thought it would make you happy. But now? With every inch of you covered and absolutely nothing left to the imagination? He wanted to touch every inch of you and feel the soft curves of your body mold to his fingers as he slid his cock between the swollen valley between your legs until he exploded.

“Jake?” You were still giving him that gorgeous smile that had him wanting to fall to his knees and worship you, and all he could do was blink at you like an idiot while he tried to get himself under control. “You like it, muffin?”

“Ahem, yeah.” He cursed himself when his voice cracked, immediately forgetting about his embarrassment when you stepped forward and pressed your body close to his. “You… you look great.”

“You think so?” If you kept smiling at him like that he was going to propose right then, leaning forward so he could rub his nose against yours and feeling like his heart was about to burst from his chest when he finally put his hands on you. “Not too revealing?”

“I mean, definitely not something you should wear on a trip to the grocery store.” He chuckled when you pinched his hip with a playful snarl, pecking you on the nose as he kept sliding his palms over your body. “But I’m guessing it’s for your job, and it’s perfect for that, sweets.”

“Thank you, muffin.” You bit your lip when he cupped your tits and groaned into your mouth as he squeezed them. “You wanna see my routine?”

“Maybe later.” He couldn’t stop touching you, the way his fingers slid over the latex and the latex slid over your skin was making him obsessed. “You feel incredible.”

“Mmm, Jakey.” You purred when he gently pinched your nipples through the jumpsuit, sliding your hands over his shoulders as you batted your eyelashes at him. “You know, it feels even better when it’s wet and slippery and sliding over your bare skin.”

“Oh?” So, you were trying to kill him today, that was it.

“Yeah.” You grasped one of his hands with both of yours and drew it up to your face, kissing his palm before slowly dragging it down your body so his fingers could fit in the warm cleft at the apex of your thighs. “It’s been rubbing against my wet pussy all day, muffin, making me so fucking needy.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His resolve snapped in an instant, the hand between your legs giving you a soft slap that made you yelp while his other curled around your neck so he could smash your lips together. “I love you so much, you little freak.”

You squealed with delight when he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you off the floor, pressing kisses all over his face as he struggled to undress himself with one hand. Jake murmured thanks against your lips when you helped him remove his shirt, nipping at you with a teasing bark when you started to undo his jeans.

Then he had you exactly where he wanted you, your gorgeous body splayed over the couch in a way that made you look exactly like the masterpiece you were, his leaking cock fitting perfectly into the outline of the crease of your pussy lips. He growled when he gave the first tentative grind of his hips, his shaft easily sliding over the latex as his precum started smearing all over your stomach when he leaned down to mold his body to yours.

Every sound you made as he rubbed his cock over your cunt was utterly lovely, soft and breathy and full of need, and he swallowed each one greedily as he brushed his lips over yours and gazed into your eyes, at least until his rolled back in his head as he felt himself starting to lose it. The feeling of your fingers running through his hair and your softly murmured ‘please’ sent him over the edge, his hips jerking against you as he exploded just like he knew he would while you shuddered and arched your body to meet his.

“See? Didn’t that feel good, muffin?” You kissed him tenderly when he collapsed on top of you with a deep sigh, beaming at him when he pulled back and rested his chin in his hand. “And it’s so easy to clean! Oh, you didn’t even get to tell me why you were visiting!”

“Hmm? Right!” Jake gave you a sloppy grin as he gazed at you lovingly, so happy and fucked out he didn’t even care about building up to it. “You wanna move in with me?”

[sebstanns]

Deserve

Summary: You broach a tricky subject with Bucky. Recovering / soft Bucky x female reader. Angst / fluff / smut.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Unprotected sex. Language.

A.N: I kept meaning to write for Steve but this happened. I usually write for Boyd Holbrook characters on my sideblog - Masterlist.

I didn’t tag anybody but let me know if you’d like to be, possibly a part 2 or a prequel to this. I’d like to thank @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook​ for her constructive feedback! It’s my first time writing for Bucky so please be kind!

Your heart skips a beat when you see Bucky waiting outside your office building, holding a bunch of flowers no less. He's awkwardly leaning against a wall, eyes darting around searching for you.

"You shouldn't have." You smile as you approach him.

"I was just passing." He murmurs, cheeks flushing as you kiss him.

"Passing a flower stall too?" You ask, accepting the blooms.

"Yeah, I guess so." He smiles.

"Mr Barnes, sorry to bother you." A voice pipes up. You turn and vaguely recognise the guy, you've seen him in the office building. What does he want with Bucky though?

Bucky eyes him warily. "Do I know you?"

"Oh no, I'm uh....I'm a big fan." the guy stammers, starting to sweat.

"So you're a fan of my work as the Winter Soldier or...”

"No no, I mean since then. Saving the world and everything."

"Sure, thanks." Bucky sighs.

You kind of feel for the guy, Bucky wasn't exactly known for accepting compliments, you know that better than anyone.

"Hey, can I get a selfie?" the guy asks, pulling out his phone.

"He's off duty, sorry." You say diplomatically, taking Bucky’s arm. "Let's get going."

"I'll never get used to that, " Bucky mumbles, as you steer him away from his fan. "I spent so much effort trying to hide and now..." He trails off.

"You saved the world, that's what people know you for now." You say, determined to put a positive spin on things.

"It wasn't just me." He says, as you cross the street. He moves his arm and grabs your hand instead, squeezing lightly. He's wearing gloves as is usual in public, concealing his gleaming hand in black leather.

You fall into a companionable silence as you head in the direction of your apartment. You can't help noticing that you're taking the route that happens to pass Bucky's favourite diner - where you first met in fact, a little over four months ago.

"Feel like coffee and pie?" He asks casually.

You grin at his predictability. "Sure."

Your flowers sit on the table in a kindly donated water jug as you and Bucky tuck into pie and ice cream, apple and cherry respectively.

"This...is...the...best...pie." Bucky says between mouthfuls.

"I knew you were going to say that." You tease.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. Oh, he seems so happy and relaxed, you impulsively decide to broach a tricky subject, figuring now to be a good a time as any.

"So, you know my sister's getting married in a couple of weeks." You begin, glancing at him as you toy with your food.

Bucky's eyes flicker and he fills his mouth with pie. "Hm-hmm." He mumbles.

You take a deep breath. "Well, I was wondering if you'd consider coming with me, as my plus one?"

He pales a little and offers a tentative smile. "I don't know sweetheart."

"Clare wants to meet you, that's all. You don't even have to stay for the full day, just to say hello."

"Sounds more like a family thing." Bucky says tightly, shifting in his seat.

"Well yeah," you swallow, feeling yourself flush. "But you are my....I mean..."

He sighs. "I don't think it's a good idea, you saw what happened outside your office. Imagine that times a hundred."

"Everyone will be focused on the wedding, my family won't bug you, I promise. They aren’t like that.”

Bucky scoffs. “You might be surprised how brave people get after a couple glasses of champagne.”

You sigh impatiently, feeling something inside you break. "What are we doing here Bucky?"

"I thought we were eating pie." He half-smiles.

"You know what I mean. Us." You hated to push him like this, you really did, and you already knew that he wouldn’t react favourably to it, but your developing relationship had seemed to come to a standstill lately.

"We agreed to take things slowly, didn’t we? One day at a time." He says quietly, reaching for your hand.

"But that was four months ago, I thought that we might have progressed beyond that by now. It's like one step forward two steps back with you." You say, your voice cracking with emotion.

"You're not my shrink, ok?" He snaps suddenly.

You slide your hand away from his and reach for your bag, tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm going home." You say softly..

"Don't go, please. I'm sorry." He says, looking up at you, a note of quiet desperation in his voice.

"Enjoy your pie." You sniff, not looking at him. You’re halfway home before you realise that you've left the flowers on the table.

X - X - X

By the time you get home you're angry with yourself more than anything else, cursing the fact that you even mentioned the wedding. You had agreed to take things slowly, but the truth is that you’re falling for Bucky and you want him to be a bigger part of your life. The wedding seemed like the ideal opportunity to introduce him to your friends and family, but on reflection, you realise how overwhelming it might be.

Half an hour later when there's a knock at the door, you know that it's Bucky. He's carrying the flowers, still in the water jug.

"The waitress said we could have this, I think she just felt sorry for me." He chuckles dryly, following you into the living room.

You can’t help but smile at the image of him walking down the street with the flowers.

"I'm sorry." You murmur, setting the flowers on your coffee table.

"Why are you sorry? I was a jerk back there." Bucky frowns.

"I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

"You weren't pushing." He sighs.

"I spooked you.” You say softly, looking up at him.

"Yeah." He smiles. "A little. Look, I’m still trying to figure this out."

"I know. Me too. I've never been in a relationship like this."

"I should hope not." He says wryly.

You chuckle, fighting the urge to just throw youself into his arms.

"I like you, so much." Bucky murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he strokes your face. "But I can't help thinking that you'd be better off with someone else."

Your stomach drops. "No, Bucky-”

"I mean like someone who doesn't get spooked when you want to do regular relationship stuff, it's not fair on you." He says, brow furrowed.

"Look, forget the wedding, I'll ask one of my friends to come."

"It's not just the wedding though is it?" He sighs.

“I don’t want anybody else.” You state firmly, placing your hand on his chest - you can feel his ever present dog tags through the thin material of his sweater.

"You've been so patient with me, it's more than I deserve."

"This is what you deserve." You say, and kiss him gently on the cheek. "And this." then corner of his mouth. "And this." finally the hollow of his throat.

He lets out a soft groan and grips the nape of your neck, kissing you deeply, opening your mouth with his tongue. He tastes of cherry and vanilla, his lips soft but insistent.

"I want you." He breathes. "I want you."

Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Bucky was so gentle and hesitant when you first started sleeping together, terrified of hurting you with his strength and self-conscious of his arm. You managed to convince him that you could take - even sometimes desired - a little roughness. He loved to take his time undressing you, kissing and touching your soft flesh as he went. And when you reciprocated, he'd been touch starved for so long that the feeling of your hands and lips on him was almost enough.

Tonight he didn't deviate, pulling off your clothes and kissing you everywhere as you laid on the bed. He hovers over you, still half dressed, and you stroke his hair, fingers entwined in the short strands as his lips travel down your body, making you squirm. Finally he kneels between your legs and tugs at your panties, eyes dark with lust.

"James." You sigh, touching yourself, wetness coating your fingertips.

"You're so beautiful." He says gruffly, eyes focused on you as he removes his jeans. You'd seen him naked a number of times now but you never failed to be impressed by his magnificence, even his cock, now hard and leaking at the tip, is a thing of beauty.

You hold your hand out for him to return to the bed but his hands reach for your waist, indicating for you to turn over; you comply and he moves behind you, lifting your hips and pushing into you in one swift movement. You cry out as he fills and stretches your pussy, digging your fingers into the mattress as you back up against him.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He growls.

"Yes, please...don't stop." You mewl, as he buries his cock to the hilt.

Bucky’s flesh hand is between your legs, fingering your aching clit, while his metal one still grips your hip. You place your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his vibranium digits.

The rhythmic clink of Bucky's dog tags and the sound of your soft cries fill the air, he continues to work your clit in tight circles as he moves inside you, leaning down to pepper kisses on your shoulder - it isn't long before you feel the familiar tightness building at your core.

"Oh, Bucky, I'm going to-" you trail off as he drives into you harder, making you come apart and you moan loudly as your orgasm rolls through you in hot waves.

Compared to you, Bucky's almost silent, quietly panting and groaning, his hold on you tightening as you feel him throbbing into you.

Afterwards he spoons you, his bionic arm around your waist like a vice, kissing your hair.

"Look, about the wedding-" He starts.

"We don't have to talk about it now." You yawn. “Let’s leave it until tomorrow. One day at a time.”

“One day at a time.” Bucky repeats, softly.

[cosmiclatte28]

Interview Tag

Rules: answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better! I am not tagging 20 lol i don’t have that many moots :((

TYSM @swagmonsterofficial for tagging me. 

Name/Nickname: Cosmic / CL / Cosmic latte/ latte :D or any sweetnames you make for me

Pronouns: She/her

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 🤐

Time currently: 16.58

When is your birthday: April 28

Favourite bands/groups: EXO, SVT, GOT7,  NCT, SUPERM

Favourite solo artists: Swifties here! Taylor Swift! 

Song stuck in your head: Fools - troye sivan coz thanks Renjun for covering it in a note I can sing to :D

Last movie watched: The Matrix (hahaha yeah you read that right. Netflix suggested me that and I wanna know my memes well)

Last show you binged: Snowpiercer and Your Lie in April

When you created your blog: HAHAHA WAIT WHEN... August 20 i guess.. that’s my first post

Last thing you googled: Animals adaptation to climate change 😭 your girl is dying from finals  and i searched for Christina Aguilera’s song Voice Within (suddenly the song came in my head and I had to keep it away form my brain)

Other blogs: yutaeyongsimp and finallyyournoona ?? sideblogs where I reblog posts.

Why you chose your url: My insta was under the same name, also Cosmic latte comes from exol fandom color and notyournoona because I am not a noona to any of the group I stan 😜

Do you get asks: no 😭😭😭😭 i do want some tho

How many people are you following: let’s see.. 25

How many followers do you have: thanks for 501 as of today :D

Average hours of sleep: DON’T ASK ME..I SLEEP UNTIL I WAKE UP .. nah i wish. but i do get my 7 hrs sleep ( I forced myself to get 7 hrs of sleep)

Lucky number: I am not lucky, i prepare and hustle for what i want... but if anyone can tell me a lucky number :D i am all ears.

Instruments: Ya girl here only knows the pianica and the recorder she has to use in elementary, and some traditional music instrument. I sing :)

What I’m currently wearing:  A pajamas (?) um bro i’m at home 

Dream job: HMM NICE QUESTION.. IDK :P

Dream trip: Europe and US-Canada road trip 

Favourite food: I eat food to survive (too) Japanese cuisine and western are my fave :D tho long live Indomie (you should be able to guess where I am right now)

Favourite song: I Lived - One republic, Better days - SuperM, Light’s out -exo and That’s Okay- kyungsoo

Top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: everyone wants to live in Harry Potter universe. I want to be in either Malory Tower au or Famous Five au but Malory suits me better I can be Sally lol i wanna say Darrel but I am not as scary as her. the third will probably be WINX :P i grow up reading Winx club!

only if you wanna do this, I am not forcing you @neopalette @2-3-t-i @yutahoes @ailoveyuta @princessyongie @danishmiilk @ariisuume @moondustaeil @donkey-hyuck @canadianwatermelon @tyongxnct anyone seeing this :D

[michelemoutons]

tagged by @gaslypodium! i did do a similar one on my main but i want to do it again >:] it's a bit long though so hop on under the read more and we'll get to the good stuff

1. Why did you choose your url?

of course i had to reference my favorite driver, michèle 😌 back in the day the press really did not know how to Act around her so she had a lot of tabloid nicknames. and the german one was literally ‘black volcano’ bc of her hair and her (reported) temper

2. Any side blogs?

this is a sideblog! my main blog is @knapp-shappeys.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

i’ve been lurking on here since abandoning google+ in 2015, but didn’t make an effort to take care of my main until 2016. i’ve been on motorsport tumblr since march 2021

4. Do you have a queue tag?

i don’t use queue except for my (almost) daily group b posting, and i don’t have a special tag for it

5. Why did you start your blog on the first place?

i got into group b rally first. i ended up picking up f1 bc i’d been seeing a lot of f1 on my dash (thanks alix) and had also come across a picture of seb and schumi with michèle at a race of champions and thought hmm those don’t look like rally drivers! :) i wonder who they are! :)

i got up to something like 100 motorsport-related posts on my main and then had a blazing moment of realization that this was certainly not what anyone had come to my main blog for, so i made this one! alix inspired me on this front as well.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

michèle and fabrizia my beloveds! yes the posts on this blog may be overwhelmingly related to f1 at this point, but my original entry point into motorsport was learning about their story. and i love them dearly

7. Why did you choose your header ?

this was the picture that technically started it all for me.

so long story (that you can skip if you want, i don’t care) my parents took me to stare at cars in a dealership one afternoon when i was about nine years old. i was dragging my feet/complaining about being there, so they had me sit in a chair and wait. now i hadn’t brought anything to read. i was bored out of my mind and settled on staring at the pictures on the walls. right next to me was this picture of a woman standing next to a yellow-and-white car against a backdrop of a mountain.

my first thought was, “that’s a pretty car.” my second was, “wow, she’s beautiful.” third, “i wonder if she’s asian?” because she had long black hair like me. so i spent a lovely hour piecing together a story about her in my head before my parents came back and collected me, and i promptly forgot about the whole thing even though it was arguably a formative Fruity Moment.

fast forward to a few months ago, when i was doing research for something else and came across the same picture. i remembered being 9 and seeing michèle mouton’s picture on the wall, and decided to read her wikipedia page. lo and behold: i became a motorsport fan.

8. What’s your post with the most notes ?

pfffft got no clue but i had one with 50k on my main somewhere back in 2017

9. How many mutuals do you have ?

i don’t keep track of this. if you follow me we’re automatically besties

10. How many followers do you have ?

44 here (hehe) and 332 on main

11. How many people do you follow ?

😬 a lot, i should go clean it up a bit

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

oh what is microblogging platform but to create shitposts day in day out

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

i check it a few times: once in morning, sometimes in the afternoon, mostly at night because that’s when a good amount of my internet acquaintances are awake (we love time zones!)

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

no. life’s too short

15. How do you feel about the “you need to reblog” posts ?

i ignore luck ones on principle but as for awareness posts, i’ve said this before but i come to social media to have a laugh and relax, not to be aware of news or educate others. i do have a life away from the screen where i do stay informed and in touch with reality, where i do educate myself and other people in my life and participate in physical actions like boycotting and donations and (barring pandemic times) volunteering. that’s my activism. that’s just me of course, different things for different people, and no one’s better or worse than others for trying to do something in their own ways as they are capable to help others. hopefully that made sense too

16. Do you like tag games ?

of course i do!

17. Do you like ask games ?

yes! i love being asked things!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is mutual famous?

how would you even keep track of this? haha

19. Do you have a mutual crush?

i don’t have crushes on people i’m only acquainted with through a screen

no pressure of course, but tagging @totowoof, @jedivszombie, @p1tstop, @maranello, and @hon3y-badg3r

[ultramaga]

Bored quiz doing time

1. What’s your sexual orientation? Straight, which is inconvenient as Australia passed feminist laws making all heterosexual activity classed as rape at the discretion of the female.

3. Ever done any drugs? So many ... Seriously, if it was legal, I’d use cannabis as I have been adviced to by assorted medical experts. Was in the queue to take place in medical trials twice, but both times the government pulled the rug at the last minute. I’m a little bitter that the Australian government was tricked into signing a free trade treaty with a clause that made us keep it illegal even as the USA legalised it. I’d probably still be working, probably be married and have a house, if I could have gotten the meds I needed, but the government of America decided it was immoral, thanks to Nixons shenanigans.

6. Describe your dream home. Double brick, double glazed windows (not large), with ventilation that keeps privacy - we live in the day people use drones to peek inside houses, and I’d like to be able to walk around naked in the hot months. Soundproofing around key areas - I’d love a quiet bedroom. A proper area for video recording would be nice. A huge bed, and bathtub, would be groovy. A gaming room with built in speakers for sound effects and mood music...

Actually, I really miss my old book case. It was destroyed by a flood, having travelled with me for around thirty or forty years. 7. Who are you jealous of?

The people who can afford this stuff. :) Nah, I feel jealous - envious - whatever - of rich healthy people. I envy people who had good childhoods, and I envy Americans, because their constitution guarantees freedoms that have almost vanished across the globe. I used to think Australia was the best place on Earth, but year by year, our freedoms were stripped away in the name of social justice, whilst even conservative politicians kow-towed to the people who wanted to exterminate them.

9. Do you watch porn? Watch, read, listen to ... Heck, when true VR comes in, with sensory attachments, I expect to feel quite a bit of it.

10. Do you have a secret sideblog? Nope.

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? Hard to say. I wouldn’t mind visiting one of the US regions where cannabis is legal, but i couldn’t afford to stay for long. Plus the laws are very confusing because each state is a mini-country. I wouldn’t want to be arrested for hatespeech and it does look to be coming in through back-doors, and there are certainly members of social justice who would lurrrv a chance to get me incarcerated.. or worse, I have had threats from antifa. It still amazes me that they haven’t been declared a terrorist organisation, and that people like the mayor of Portland can openly protect them from prosecution.

12. What’s one of your fantasies? Umm, having the powers of The Purple Man could be fun.

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced? Hahaha, no.

14. How would you spend a million dollars? Investments. You can’t even buy a house with that now.

16. Do you follow porn blogs? I used to, until the Tumblr purge that wiped out their own value. What a clever bunch they are!!

17. Are you angry with anyone right now? Feminists, for openly calling for genocide, without consequence.

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists? Pink Floyd, Kate Bush, NiN, Placebo, hmm - can’t think of anyone else i haven’t played to death.

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better? Paper by far - my eyesight has problems, and even a large screen can be difficult. Alas, the move to pdf etc for gaming books has meant I can’t just sit down and read them like I used to.

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick? “The Culture” as a rule of thumb, although I think life there would be pointless. However, in terms of medical treatments, it’s far better than every other one I can think of, and there is a lot to offer. Not too keen on the identity politics side of it. I’d probably spend most of my life in a virtual world there anyway.

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like? Big, with a lot of repetition, and proper hats.

34. What’s your coffee order? Medium cappucino, no sugar, lactose free milk if you have it.

35. Do you have a crush on anyone? Currently? No serious crush. I think Emma Watson would make a great sex-slave.

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes? Yes, pretty mixed feelings for some. One of them was extremely abusive, but there were some very good times. Another was more of a friend than anything else.

38. Do you drink? Rarely. Far too much pissing involved, and i loathe hang-overs.

39. Are you a virgin? Hahaha, gawd no.

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

The question really should be “marry them and they’d want to marry you”, because otherwise it would be a quickie divorce. Hard to say as the ones i like are married, and the rest I might feel lust for but only that.

48. Describe your ideal partner. Perfect world situation? Ummm. 30? Rich? Beautiful? Smart? An interest in my hobbies, and a love of kink, I guess. Good heart, kind nature, caring.

See bottom pics for aspects of my ideal.

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather? Mild. When it is hot or cold, I can’t sleep and my health crashes. The nights here have been stuck on humid and warm, and it’s been a miserable time. In the colder weather, my nerve damage etc plays up, and I can’t sleep for different reasons. When i was young, I was fine with cold or hot weather. But I never really liked the heat as much as everyone else here seems to. By cold, I mean under 18C, say. I have no idea what snow is like. If I could block the pain of my face, I would love to muck about in it. I’ll leave with the (sadly unavailable) celeb women I find most attractive, and you are free to wonder if it is just lust or even love that I’d like to explore with them.

[februaryflowers-main]

WOOO i changed to mobile so i could write more!! sorry im a bit of a talkative person 😦😦 so its going to be a bit long!! btw did u know! ur mbti and my mbti are so compatible and i think thats so cool 😎 im enfp n u’re infj/infp!

aaa me too ive been watching yuna kim’s performances casually and it really motivates me to do better in my studies and like to achieve my dreams in general. shes such a great icon to me bc ive watched her since i was like rlly young tbh (hehe sorry for getting a bit sappy on the asks). could u suggest which performances from other skaters i should watch??

omg kidult is really good, dokyeom embodied that song so well, its such a great emotional support song! but i think my favorite song from them is run to you! as a huge fan of anime it sounds like it could be in a makoto shinkai film and i absolutely respect jihoon for making that song when he was bored.. thats crazy. the lyrics are so romantic and im actually writing a fic inspired by that (surprise *joshua tone* im a fic writer 🤓)

i started stanning them in 2016, after aju nice era so my first comeback with them was boomboom! my first biases were mingyu, jun and joshua :D falling flower is such a great era, everything about that song is so pretty and the members look so good in every stage! u did so well stanning them, bc i was able to meet u ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

What’s your favorite japanese release?? what’s ur favorite era ? favourite lyric? aa and you forgot to answer what ur favorite going seventeen episode is!

i hope you have a good dayyy mei! oh please do tell me what kind of pet names you are comfortable with (because i occasionally call ppl my love or angel and i dont want you to make you uncomfortable 😣)

much love

- carat anon 🎀

WAH YOURE AN ENFP!? i think mbti is so interesting but the odds of us being compatible 🤧🥺

oh i definitely got sappy on the last ask about yuzu and zhenya so no worries and you're welcome to walk about whatever here!! hmm i think a classic zhenya performance is anna karenina (olympics 2018) but my favorite is exogenesis (rostelecom). yuzu wise seimei (olympics 2018) and ballade (olympics 2018) are pretty top tier. some other top skaters rn that lots of people like are alina zagitova (olympic 2018 free skate), alena kostornaia (grand prix final), anna shcherbakova (skate america), alexandra trusova (worlds 2021), and nathan chen (worlds 2019). the links work for where i’m from (the states) but if they don’t for you (there’s a bunch of ownership rights stuff sigh) i think just searching their names and the competition should give you the program and definitely no pressure to watch any or all of these btw!!

oh i completely forgot lol but my url itself is a zhenya program or at least one of the pieces she skated to in it :3

jihoon has so much of my respect oml BUT OMG i can’t wait to read your fic 🤧 surprise i’m a fic writer too hehe :3 not on here but over on my sideblogs lol 

i hate to break it to you but the only anime i’ve finished is yuri on ice 😳there’s so many i wanna watch when i have the time to sit down though :( (haikyuu, fruits basket, finishing sailor moon + tokyo ghoul too)

ooh you’re a veteran carat? i wasn’t into kpop until december 2019 so i’m new here in general but YOURE SO SWEET 🤧🥺im glad i’ve met you!

my fav japanese release has gotta be fallin’ flower bc it’s so pretty and i love the song (i think it’s my 4th most listened to song on spotify?) 

favorite era is probably your choice or henggarae bc i just love how different the concepts are within the album and i like the softer concept of your choice too :O 

OH SORRY AHHH my favorite gose episode has got to be either ttt or the advertisement one they’re so naturally funny i laughed so much watching those episodes

my favorite lyric is from kidult (surprise surprise lol) “your world is precious, so precious, just as you are now. stay here with me” it’s my lil quote description thing on one of my writing blogs i love it sm >:3

how about you and i hope you have a good day too! i haven’t come across a pet name i’m uncomfortable with yet so i think all are good (i use love a lot too :3) lmk if there’s any that make you uncomfortable too 🥺

[drakewalkerstan]

Other End of the Line - Damien x MC

Summary: After the late night search with Nadia, Kai feels scared and alone, so turns to the only person they know will be on their side��� Damien.

Pairing: I wrote this as Damien/MC (I used the generic name, Kai, and no pronouns) but this could technically still be Gen

Warnings: some strong language I guess?

Word Count: 1,626 oops!

Author’s Notes: Ahh! This is the first time in 6 years I’ve posted any writing online and the first time ever on Tumblr! I couldn’t get this out of my head, and it’s part of the reason I made this sideblog haha. Even though I’m drakewalkerstan, I still LOVE Damien, so this was born! 

"Hello?" Damien blearily answered his phone, half-awake and blinded by the glare of the screen.

"Damien," he heard Kai hiss on the other end. "Shit, Damien, help..."

Damien was now wide awake, he sat up in his bed and switched on the lamp on his bedside table, jamming the phone against his ear nervously.

"Kai, are you okay? What's going on?"

"I... I sound fucking crazy. I think... I think Hayden's a robot. Steve too. I swear to god, Damien, please."

"Okay, what happened," Damien asked. He was half afraid that Kai was on something right now, but he didn't want to laugh the call off just in case. Kai was silent for a moment, concentrating on the sound of Damien’s breathing on the other end in order to calm down.

"Okay, I don't know if Nadia told you, but we were in a car crash an-"

Damien’s heart stuttered for a moment, then raced back to action double-time.

"WHAT? Okay, hold up! A car crash? Are you okay? Jesus, Kai, oh my god!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, we're all okay."

"Thank god,” Damien mumbled under his breath, his eyes squeezed shut in relief. “What happened?"

"We were driving back from the waterfall- Nadia, Steve, Hayden and I- and a deer jumped in front of the car, so Steve swerved and we crashed."

"Oh my god..."

"I’m fine, but... but Hayden tore open the car door and pulled me out."

There was a moment of complete silence, and Damien could only hear the sound of Kai's soft breathing on the other end of the line.

"What?"

"Yeah. I came to and I tried to get out of the car, but the door was totally smashed up and I just couldn't open it. Hayden was able to pry the car door open and get me out of the car. Nadia said it was adrenaline, but..."

"No, yeah, that's weird."

"Plus I asked about it, and Hayden has no memory of it because of a concussion."

Damien turns over this information in his head, but no matter how he approaches it he can’t think up a logical explanation for the insane feat of strength. Kai, silent for a moment, can almost hear the gears in his mind turning on the other end of the line.

"Okay," Kai begins, "other weird things: the fact that Steve has no memory of how to get around his town?"

"Huh?"

"We asked him to take us to the local waterfall where he used to hang out as a teen and he had absolutely no idea where to find it- he was barely able to comment on anything unless we prompted him."

"What do you mean prompting?"

"Okay, so originally Steve just talked about the tourist attractions in town, and didn't even bring up the waterfall until Nadia mentioned that someone told her about it. And then he didn't know how to find it- even though he said he'd been there a few times- until Nadia had to remind him again."

"Kai, it was a while ago, maybe he honestly forgot about it."

"Okay, get this, we visited his house today and he was acting super weird."

Damien, though now more skeptical about the conspiracy theory, opens his mind once again to Kai.

"Weird how?"

Kai takes a deep breath and tries to recollect exactly what was so unnerving about what happened in that little farmhouse.

"When we got there, his dad Robert was joking around about how he was a rascally kid and he used to ride his horse Moonlight. Steve laughed and told his dad to stop messing with us, and he honestly didn't remember that he'd ever mentioned- or even had- a horse named Moonlight!"

Kai waited for any sort of reaction, but was once again met by Damien's silence.

"Okay," Kai snarked.

"Sorry, I'm just thinking," Damien murmured. "Wasn't he concussed?"

"If he was, he didn’t mention it. I don't think that's how concussions work though!"

"Hmm, okay. Is there anything else?"

"So his dad went to the kitchen and Steve showed us a picture of him as a teenager at a football game. When Robert got back-"

"Is Robert Steve's dad?"

"Yeah, sorry." Kai said. "So Robert walks back in and sees us with the picture and gets really mad. He calls Steve into the kitchen with him, so I eavesdrop-”

“That’s my Kai,” Damien interjected proudly. Kai could hear the grin in his voice, and chuckled for a moment before continuing on. In fact, while Kai was deciding whether or not to listen in on the conversation, Damien was a key factor in motivating the eavesdropping, but that’s definitely something Damien would get cocky about, so there’s no way he’s being told that.

“Robert is really mad at Steve for showing us this picture. He tells Steve, and I quote, ‘Our personal lives are our business.’ This is apparently a regular occurrence between the two of them, too.”

“That’s strange, I’ll grant you that, but maybe Robert is really private, or senile or something,” Damien said

Despite everything, Kai snorted at the suggestion.

“I doubt he’s senile, but it gets worse. Okay, fast forward to like an hour or two ago. We are all in the bed and breakfast and I wake up and hear Nadia shouting. Steve’s fucking gone.”

“WHAT? He left?”

Damien is filled with righteous anger on behalf of his friend and it makes Kai feel stupidly warm inside. Even though, both Kai and Nadia know that their friend is a little standoffish and cynical, but any show of caring from him never fails to put a goofy smile on Kai’s face.

“His suitcase is gone,” Kai continues, ignoring Damien’s outburst, “and neither Robert nor Steve are picking up their phones. Hayden calls the police then instructs us to stay in the bed and breakfast instead of joining the search, which…is weird?”

“Kind of, yeah. Hayden insisted you stay in the room instead of all searching together?”

“Yeah! Before even trying to call Robert or the police, it was just ‘I’ll search all of Cedar Rest, I won’t stop until I find him.’ So then Nadia and I say ‘Fuck it,’ and we decide to go searching too. We head out to the waterfall, and we decide to split up-”

“Dumb.”

“-to search for clues. It’s a dinky old town, what’s dangerous about splitting up?”

“...Robots?”

“Shut up. So I find the picture that Steve showed us, which for the record is of him and his dad standing together at a football game. He also doesn’t look any younger than he does now, but whatever. You know what I notice?”

Kai waits for Damien to chime in with a ‘What?’ but he is silent.

“Okay… The matchmaker from Eros is IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE PHOTO.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Positive! This is the exact same lady, sitting in the crowd at the football game, like… at least 5 years before he’s even supposed to be connected with Eros!”

Damien is, again, completely silent, but Kai can tell that he’s thinking about the new information. On the other end of the line, Damien runs his hand over his face, trying to think of any logical explanation of this connection, but his mind is blank.

“Yeah, that’s fishy. I believe you, something’s not right there,” Damien concedes.

“So I showed Nadia the picture, and when we came back to the bed and breakfast, I found a goodbye note from Steve right by the doormat of their room!”

“So he left of his own volition,” Damien said.

“Allegedly! Nadia went back to her room, she’s freaking out, and Robert, Steve and Hayden are all MIA.”

“So what’s happening now?”

“I’m in my bed, in case Hayden comes back,” Kai says, lowered to a whisper after realizing that the conversation had gotten way too loud. “It’s just- they’re both so perfect, and they’re both exactly in line with what we told to Eros, and with Steve’s weird past and Hayden’s fucking superstrength? Something’s not right and I’m freaked out.”

"Okay, everything’s extremely suspicious. I still don’t think they’re robots, but I’m honestly leaning towards them being a cult or something. I’m going to do some more digging into Eros, and into Steve and Hayden, okay? I’ll use some connections, try to find out how far back their records really go. You just need to stay safe and take care of you and Nadia for now.”

"Yeah. Thank you for believing me. I didn't know what else to do."

"It's no problem, I'm always here for you, Kai."

Kai sighed deeply and flipped over on the bed.

"I know I should have listened to you about Eros. Ugh, I'm so stupid..."

"No. Just because I was paranoid doesn't mean you should have been. It's good that you-"

"Shit shit I think Hayden's coming shit bye Damien"

"Wait, Kai, I-"

The sound on the other end of the line cut out and Damien pulled the phone away from his ear. Shit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep now, so he got out of bed and opened his blinds, letting the early morning sun in before turning on his computer and starting his search.

On the other end of the state, Kai was stuffing the phone under the pillow and pretending to be asleep, as Hayden pulled back the covers and snuggled into bed. Kai’s heartbeat was racing, and the only comforting thought was that Damien was back home, looking for an answer. Kai felt kind of guilty, thinking about Damien like this while Hayden was curled up in the same bed, but Damien would not leave Kai’s thoughts or heart, no matter how much Kai tried.

[jordanstrophe]

Can I go home with you?

CW: Pet whump, conditioned whumpee, collar, hair pulling, bargaining for the whumpee, punishment mentioned, f l u f f

Caretaker pushed their tiny cart around the grocery store. They noticed a thin figure struggling to lift an entire pack of water off the shelf as they lost their balance as it fell to the floor with a *bang!* 

Whumpee cringed with a gasp as they looked around embarrassingly, their face turning red.

‘'Hey! Do you need help with that?” Caretaker asked, quickly zipping up with their cart about scaring the poor thing. They spun around looking up at them fearfully.

That’s when Caretaker noticed the collar.

They were a pet.

“Oh... I’m sorry I didn-” Caretaker silenced their thoughts. It didn’t matter if they were a pet or not. They just don't see one often, especially not out and about by themselves like this.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” Whumpee stuttered, their shoulders hunched up defensively. Caretaker gave them a warm smile. “You’re alright. You’ll need a cart for that, do you have one?”

“M-m-my master has one. They sent me to fe-fetch this, they’re a couple isles d-down.” They shyly stuttered. 

“Okay! Why don’t we go find them then? I’ll help you with this.” Caretaker smiled.

“R-really?” Whumpee beamed, a joyful expression beamed across their face.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! I didn’t know how I was going to get it back to them, I didn’t want to be punishe-'' They slapped a hand over their own lips. 

“Yes I would love the help, please.” They quickly changed their tone as they politely bowed. 

The stuttering and shyness had left them at the shred of kindness. They happily bounced up and down on their toes as Caretaker hoisted the pack of water in their arms and followed Whumpee. They slowed their pace until Whumpee randomly stopped, their head glancing back just an inch.

“C-c-can you... Can I come home wh-with you?” They murmured.

“W-what?” Caretaker asked, taken by surprise. 

Whumpee didn’t respond, or even move from their position. After a moment, they turned back and continued like nothing happened.

Caretaker was stunned, but followed. Had they heard them correctly? No... They must have said something else.

They made it to the owner, someone with a cold expression and distant eyes. Their head snapped in their direction as their face twisted into disappointment. 

“Hey! Where’s the water, hmm?” They hissed. 

“I-.. I couldn’t lift it... But this nice person he-helped me!” They gave a guilty smile.

“Are you kidding me?! I sent you to do one job and you get someone else to do it! You ungrateful little thing!” Whumper yelled, their hand cruelty digging into their hair as they let out a yelp.

“Hold on! Cut them some slack, they couldn’t lift it. Even I can barely lift this thing.” Caretaker laughed, trying to lighten the mood as they slammed the water into the cart much heavier than intended. 

Whumper’s eyes glared at them, but softened just a sliver.

“I’m so sorry my pet bothered you. It won’t happen again, I’ll make sure of it.” They growled, jerking Whumpee closer by their hair as they gripped Whumper's wrist with both hands, desperate for an inch of slack. 

“I should just throw you away... What good are you even?” They hissed in the pet's ear.

“Then why don’t I take them off your hands!” Caretaker shouted without even thinking.

Both of their heads slowly cranked over to them, staring in shock. Whumper in confusion, Whumpee with a glimmer of hope and excitement. 

“What are you even-” -”I can pay you as well. Name a price.” Caretaker didn’t want to come off as a joke, or mockery, so they kept their face still and stern. 

“Really? You’ll buy them just like that, hmm? What’s so special about them?” They gave Whumpee a harsh shake as they grunted.

“You tell me, they’re your pet. What’s so special about them to you?” Caretaker shrugged.

Whumper’s lips kept opening and closing to bite with a comeback, but they couldn't come up with anything. They ended up naming a price that was quite absurd and probably double for what they paid.

But it was a human life. A price Caretaker would gladly pay.   

... Even if it cleared out their savings for the next decade. 

Whumpee’s face was stuck in a wide expression as they stood blankly at Caretaker’s side, hardly believing what had happened.

“Hey.” Caretaker nudged gently as Whumpee snapped out of it, blinking up at them.

“Why don’t we go home?” They smiled.

Whumpee smiled back with a nod as they latched onto Caretaker’s arm with a nuzzle. 

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o(^∀^*)o Thank you for reading!

[phdead]

12, 13, 14, 15, 20, 21, 28, 33, 46, 56, 60, 62, 71, 74, 78, 85, 87, 111, 114, 126, 127, 158, 164, 165, 170! There were too many good ones sorry

hey!!!! nono don’t apologizei love answering questions :3

12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?oh man, okay so i love the smell / taste of coffee, but i can’t always handle the caffeine so i try to stay away from it. tea is always my go to, but cocoa on a cold snowy day is always fave

13: Are you a cat or dog person?i l o ve pups, like, man, they’re the Most Precious Floofi’m def biased because i’ve never owned a cat, but i’m sure i’d love them too

14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?yooo merperson sounds good. I love the water so being able to breathe under water and see the ocean would be so cool!!

15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?huh…. oh hey how about the guy that made thisfun fact, i played the 10 hour version of that in high school while doing physics lab reports until 4am

20: Do you like space or the ocean more?space!!!space!!!space!!!as much as i love the water and seafood, i dig stars and The Void

21: Are you religious?oh…huh def didn’t expect this one, but yeah, things are kinda :/ but i am

28: Do you think global warming is real?gestures dramatically out the window“yes”

33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]!!!! amazing, a++, the space, the aes, the jokes 👌👌👌👏👏also youre online so much so bless new contentannnd your sideblogs too man 💯💯10/10 

46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!i could go on for a w hi le about this, but i think one of the biggest things they do that means so much to me is like, when both of us are hurt, they still ask me what it is i need and what they can do to help

56: Something that calms you down?hmm definitely talking things out, like especially if i’m overwhelmed with school stuff, once i list things out and plan how to work on things, then that makes me feel a bit betterbut honestly just talking to someone that’ll reassure me things will be okay helps

60: Do you believe in evolution?oh man well…. this is probably one example of questions i’ve never looked into and answered for myself. so i know a bunch of opinions, but i dont know how much i agree or disagree with

62: What makes you follow a blog?i like people that talk in their tags or show some evidence that there’s actually a person behind the blog. also people that post Good Content, and sharing similar interests or sense of humour

71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?dang this is hard… if i dont leave the house, then i’m just in sweats. otherwise, i love my red/black flannel and i finally bought ripped jeans that don’t make me wanna scream when i wear them (otherwise my elephant shorts, or my elephant tank are fave) 

74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?i sneeze sometimes if i eat chocolate, especially dark chocolate 

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?definitely swimming. i used to take skating lessons but now i’m just hella uncomfortable on ice. kinda sucks with the winters here, but i can’t stand not being able to control my feet

85: How many followers do you have?legit followers? not many. but tumblr has a counting system of its own and that says 101

87: Do your socks always match?not alwayssss, usually i like to pair two dif shades of blue together, or gray and pink 

111: A question you hate being asked?honestly? i dont like being asked hella personal questions by fam. and not even being asked but like demanding as if they deserve to know the truth and i have no right to hide it

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?hmm, i love post-rain cloudy days, those are the best. or sunny days with summer rain, those are amazing too. (i’m so decisive i cry,,) i’ma go with cloudy days, if i get the sun in my eyes i tend to get a headache

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:stupid porn bots

127: Something you love about Tumblr:meeting hecka cool peoplealso being a really good distraction (wait maybe this should be smth i hate about tumblr)

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:sweatsman what would count as biggest“we’re just friends”

164: Do you have long or short hair?short!!i kinda just kept chopping my hair til i couldnt really anymore(my parents love it :) )

165: Longest your hair has ever been:huh i don’t think i’d remember correctly, but probably mid-back or smth

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?besides not knowing the answer to some of them (ie. longest my hair has been or biggest lie) then yeah, to the best of my knowledge i diddddd (and this was hecka fun man so thanks!!)

send me questions

[thetwoguineabook]

I’ve hit 100 followers on this sideblog, and it seems like a fair number of you at least aren’t weird spambots! Yay! So while I’m watching a docudrama for chapter seven research purposes and scoffing creme eggs, here’s a rough version of a scene that got cut from Blackbird ch. 5, in which Victor answers the phone at Yuuri’s flat for the first time.

The first time Victor heard the telephone ring, he almost jumped straight off the sofa. It was was mid-morning on a Saturday, the summer heat already mounting, and he was reading in his shirtsleeves and waiting for Yuuri to get back from an appointment with his tailor. The 'phone continued to ring as he stumbled to his feet, and as he stood in the living room doorway staring at it for a few seconds, wondering what to do.

It was obviously someone calling for Yuuri, but Yuuri was out. Were lodgers typically supposed to answer the telephone? What if whoever was calling was someone terribly important, who would be immediately suspicious if he answered? Did the British frequently make very important phone calls on Saturday mornings?

He was still unconvinced that he was doing the right thing when he picked up the receiver. But before he could even manage a greeting, the person on the other end took off.

"Oh it's about time, Yuuri, were you in the bath or something? I've been absolutely dying to talk to you all morning, you're the only person I know who will understand, I made the most terrible mistake last night and I need your expertise in getting rid of an American, he's absolutely gorgeous but it turns out that when I'm sober he has a horrible personality and I-"

Victor cleared his throat loudly. "Hello, this is, um, not Yuuri."

For a moment the line was quiet. "I'm so sorry!" the person said eventually. "Must have dialled the wrong number, forget everything I said, total nonsense-"

"No, no, it's the right number. Yuuri just isn't at home at the moment. I'm, uh, I'm his new lodger."

There was another moment of quiet, and when the caller spoke again his earlier panic was replaced by a tone of deep amusement. "Oh his lodger, are you? I didn't know Yuuri had a lodger. That man never tells me anything. Well I'm Phichit Chulanont, I'm sure you've heard of me."

He had heard of Yuuri's friend Phichit, although the manner in which he said it suggested that Victor ought to have known his name even without Yuuri's involvement. "I'm Victor," he said. "I'm afraid Yuuri will probably be out for a while, he's at the tailor."

"Oh god help us if he's busy indulging his vanity. He earns far too much at, uh, wherever it is he works, with no-one to stop him from spending it all on horrible ties."

Victor couldn't help but laugh at that. Yuuri had quite a collection of very, very nice suits, paired with absolutely no colour sense whatsoever. "Maybe I'll have to help him with that."

"Yes, that sounds exactly like the sort of thing a lodger should do," Phichit said with a chuckle. "Well perhaps for now you can help me, Victor. I got invited to drinks last night with some of the Rhodes scholars, and I was already a few down when this beautiful man walked in and gave me an absolutely smouldering look- I'm still not sure my trousers aren't singed- and well, I'm assuming you've been a lodger before, you know how these things go. And in the morning he wanted to take me to breakfast, which is lovely, only he may have just ruined breakfast for me forever, because not only did he spend the entire time talking, but he was talking about Adam Smith."

Victor had only the vaguest idea of who Adam Smith was, but he made sympathetic noises.

"And then he asked if I wanted to see him again, and I was so distraught that I think I agreed without meaning to? I don't want to see him again, Victor. I really, really don't. What on earth do I do?"

If Victor had led a more normal sort of life the first suggestions that came to mind probably wouldn't be either 'kill him' or 'fake your own death', so he decided not to voice either. "You could… avoid him?"

"Well if it was term time I would, but it's the summer holidays; either I become a hermit or I have to live cheek by jowl with the other postgraduates. I'm bound to run into him. And you know what Americans are like, you can't just quietly ignore them until they go away. He'd make a scene and want to talk or something awful like that."

"I've actually never met any Americans." Victor began idly coiling the telephone cord around his finger. "Could you pretend to take up with someone else? Or actually take up with someone else. That should put him off."

"Hmm. That might be the best option. Although Yuuri told me that he once made an American man cry, so I still want to hear how he did that. I don't suppose you know?"

"I can only imagine." Yuuri was nothing if not a master of insensitivity. "Shall I ask him to call you when he gets in?"

"No, he'll only get the college porter. I'll try again later. Or perhaps I should arrange to come down to London for a few days, since he has clearly neglected to tell me some things. And I think you and I should definitely become better acquainted."

He supposed that meeting Yuuri's friends was the sort of thing he would need to do now. The thought was so wonderfully, perfectly normal. "I'm sure that we should, Mr Chulanont."

"And if you think of any good methods for dispatching irritating men, please let me know."

[lordgeales]

One entire year at Tumblr :D

DEAL WITH IT

An entire year at Tumblr running a rp blog for a vampire that we now know.. A tiny bit about. Instead of just a whole lot of nothing. When I think about it, I don’t think that much has changed, but looking back... It has. Back when I started up, I honestly had no idea how the customs of tumblr RPs worked. I didn’t know about rules, formatting posts, icons... Honestly NOTHING at all. I’m still amazed that no one yelled at me. 

I think I caught on pretty quickly tho, four months later, I made this blog. Changing from a sideblog, to a main. And boy, that changed a lot. With that came the new icons(why did I decide to go all out with them... Whhyyy), promos, rules, a design(that is very old holy-), and everything a RP’er should have. At least according to tumblr. 

Although I have to say that I still felt a bit alone being on tumblr. I never really got to speak to people OOC, and the ones I reached out to.. Oboi (((: Let’s forget about that. It gradually became better. In May I met what I’d call my first “tumblr friend”. Who unfortunately isn’t very active RP-wise anymore.

December was wild compared to the rest of my time. Starting with a meme that led to me getting to talk with Lily(@elyon-kurae​), not to mention the dear Vero(@monophagia​) joining in on the RP :D! That has led to yet another chain event, and I’m very much involved in the RP community now. I think I finally understand what it’s all about.

And although I’ve been through a lot, weeks of inactivity, spikes of activity and shitposting, tons of asks, lack of asks.. Hm, well, we’re still here. I still have the pleasure of talking to most of the people I did back in the days, and a lot of new to call friends.

The people I’ve been interacting with through the time under the cut. Read at own risk it’s very... Long.

People listed in the correct order they appeared at my blog c;

@lestkarrkingofeurope: Starting out with a strange RP on a drawing I won(reblogged just before this post~). I have no idea what we were doing, but it was a lot of fun! Also the reason I even stumbled into this community to begin with. Lately I’ve had the pleasure of being... blessed a lot. Save me from my sins, oh holy tsunami.

@forgottenprogenitor: I think you came along with Lest, with your former muse, Akane. I adored that RP, giving me a chance to show some of Urds more gentle sides. Akihiko was the absolute breakthrough though, I adore him. I love our interactions, and look forwards to yet another year!

@tatsu-rose-bathory: YOU CAME WITH A FLOWECROWN! I remember that much :D! It took a few weeks before we eventually interacted, but I was pretty much in love with Tatsu from the start(still very much am). I really enjoy reading about her, not to mention their occasional small talk they do nowadays. It’s so nice having someone around that Urd actually looks at with gentle eyes ;-;

@makotonarumi/@dusksovereign​: Unfortunately no longer active, but just for the sake of people reading it - Holy fUCK?! When you first reached out to me I was soooo confused. Still am. You are/were an amazing writer, and honestly I felt so bad whenever I wrote replies, because.. Ah, I didn’t feel worthy at all. You were extremely nice to me, however, sending me all kinds of anon-love, tagging me in memes... Ahh. Thank you so much. I don’t think you know how much it meant to me. Just. Thank you. And I’m sorry for being such a slob with the replies.

@ferid-trash-bathory/@shusaku: Turns out you’ve been around forever. Through it all. Wow. Sometimes I do wonder just how bad of an impression i left back then *lol*. Ah, I remember us talking every now and then, it’s just lately I’ve come to know you for “real”. I really like your portrayal of “Fred”, not to mention Shusaku.... Who I might have been a bit mean to back then.... *coughs* Aha, but I’ve been sure that you were nice for a very long time. Still very happy that I reached out to you about the Egypt AU. Although Vero was dying in the background. Best meme lord. Also someone I can always trust to help Urd get revenge on Saito. Gotta get back at that ass amirite.

@mrsaitou: “My first real Tumblr friend” ahh. I really miss having you around. We talked a lot about... I don’t even know. But we talked a lot. I can’t even remember if it started in May, where the first meme with you were tagged, or if we started talking later on. I think I have your personal somewhere... Might dig that out sometimes soon to hear what you’re up to.

krultepxs: Deactivated, unfortunately... A Krul I had tons of fun with, planning all kind of strange stuff. Urd keeping Krul a prisoner after her treason in the Kremlin. An AU where they had to marry. Unfortunately we never got to RP, or plan that much due to me going hiatus for a few weeks. 

@lvstforblood​: OKAY WE BONDED OVER A MEME... And then never talked again. Rip. But if you ever feel like rp’ing, you know where to find me. Winks at.

@asurayuucentral​/@perfectasura​: I can’t even remember when you started coming around tbh, but we haven’t interacted that much. Still I feel like you’re kinda my friend, and I love to see your little likes and crack reblogs ;-;! Also I’d love to rp with you some more whenever!

@erisblonde​: Wonder if you’re still around and into the fandom? We’ve theorized a lot about Urd ahh... Unfortunately it kinda died out - probably due to me going inactive. I tend to do that a lot, huh... Just know, that if you feel like talking theories, hit me up. Anytime. Anyday.

@riddlemehiss/@dil-a-to-ry: WOOP! MY FAVORITE CAT! Okay I was kinda skeptic when The Cheshire cat waltzed into my askbox. But surprisingly I really enjoy his interactions with Urd. You play him amazingly, like holy shit. I’ve enjoyed every single second. Also you’re a really nice person, I think I still see you around every now and then, although Cheshire is on Hiatus. But if you ever feel like reviving him... You can count on Urd to be confused by his lack of respect for gravity :P!

@masterofzawarudo: Can I just say that I love everything about Dio. Although Urd doesn’t. In fact he’s probably annoyed by every single fiber of his being. Sorry for not reaching out to you more often, you’re seriously awesome. Although I find it kinda hard to connect on the strength-level, since our muses come from such different verses. BUT AS LONG AS THEY DON’T FIGHT I’M UP FOR ANYTHING. COME FIGHT ME! YA! wait, don’t do that. Fuck. Also I don’t follow you because I don’t watch Jojo, and you post so much stuff about that rip, still love your blog tho

@kruliisms: Hmmm... Here’s where I’m in doubt. I never wrote it down anywhere, but are you perhaps Krultepxs? Ah, I don’t know. What I know for sure, is that we never really got back to RP’ing, and that you’ve gone inactive yet again. But just to let you know, if you ever feel like doing something with Urd - you’re more than welcome to hit me up :)!

@krullish: Hmm... I think we planned something a while back, but never got around to do it? But anyway, if you feel like RPing with the... shitty russian vampire lord, well... Here I am. Still around c;!

@repulsc: EEEYYYYYYY CASCADA AND LATE NIGHT SHIT POSTING! That my jam. Also chain kinks. I did not say that. I don’t think we’ve ever done anything aside from shitposting and endless icon threads of stare-battles. Always up for more. Or smth serious, whatever you feel like. Winks very hard at.

@brassboundvalkyrie: I think I first noticed you for real when you commented on a picture of me(the mun), however I never really got around to talk to you. Unfortunately our muses are not very compatible orz! BUT HEY! Suddenly you were there, yelling to me about Vero, and whelp... I accidentally joined. Whops. You’re a real nice person, and I looove your Horn. Hope she’ll find a Crowley soon. Until then, I’ll suffer in silence with you. Looking forwards to meeting you c;! Just... No straw, and no masks, k?

@wintersoldier-barnes: Wiggles eyebrows Please send me more Urd. Send me all the Urd. I love the Urd. Gimme the Urd. Urd drug buddy. Also yet another sinner of the SaiUrd squad. Feel free to send me (n)Urds at any times, or just anything in general. You’re amazing to talk to, so~! Also you’re a really pretty Urd holy shit

@rk-silverknight: You just fit in here for some strange reason, because Noblesse yass! We’ve never interacted ic, but you’re still a really nice person! I hope we’ll get to talk some more sometimes in the future. Or perhaps break the bundaries between our muses worlds... Who knows. Perhaps they could actually get along.... Or just have a silent starring contest. 

@elyon-kurae: I can’t even... How did we go from relationship meme to... Talking about high and low? You are an adorable person, and.. So sorry for ruining your innocence orz! BUT EYY SAIURD BUDDY~! Also corner buddy, Tumblr sis, and everything really. I like you tons <3

@rigr-stafford: It’s really nice to have you around! I know we haven’t talked much ooc, but just stretching a leggi out and saying EY I LIKE YOU TOO! Looking forwards to our future interactions!

@borntobeafangirlxd: I think it’s really cute how you manage to like my posts all the time. Aaahhh, you probably have no idea how much it means to me! I’m so happy you like my portrayal, 

@monophagia: How the fuck did the tag “Another traitor has joined the game~” END UP IN A THREAD WITH MIKU, A TV BEING IMPALED BY A SPOON, AND MAKEOUT ON THE BLOODY FLOOR?! KJLaslfhalskfd. I cannot. Even. Just... Lol. Also you liking that Saito-rp-partner ask, and actually making a blog for him is probably the best thing that happened in my whole Tumblr history. You almost deserve a whole post by itself, so I’ll just stop before it gets too long lol. I love u bby, and I fucking adore your Saito. Be it angsty human Saito who gets way too dramatic whenever Urd ignores him, the priest who adores his pharaoh way too much, or the canon-vampire with his weird pudding obsession. You’re a joy to write with, and honestly I’m amazed we’re still keeping it up. I’M SO HAPPY YOU REACHED OUT TO ME?! OK SEE U IN LIKE... SOON. Don’t kidnap me for too long when I come to Germany tho. I cannot German. 

@playfulprogenitor: For some reason I can’t tag you? BUT just want to let you know, that you’re free to swing by anytime! It was really fun seeing you join in on the shitposting! 

@lacus-owns-you: We actually interacted through your OC @louischerel long before I even knew that it was you on that Lacus account. HELLO MOMMY! You’re a joy to talk to, and although we rarely RP, I still enjoy haning out with you ooc <3!

@hiiragi-yukine: Aaah you seem so nice! Although we haven’t really spoken outside the RPs, I really enjoy your OC. Also Yukine as faceclaim doesn’t make it any worse noragamiftwamirite.

@ALL THE PEOPLE I PROBABLY FORGOT

Thank you so much for following me! And I’m so sorry if I forgot you, I had to go through a lot of posts, so I probably did orz.

@ALL MY ANONS

I LOVE YOU TONS THANKS FOR ALL THE ASKS THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT

AND THANK YOU FOR LOVING URDS BUTT I know it’s amazing

He secretly loves you too

[thecoliverlibrary]

The Best Laid Plans

Gift Type: Fan Fiction Title: The Best Laid Plans Author: @coliverscribbles​ (sideblog) Recipient: @broodybluebird Rating: General Word Count: 2,134 Summary: Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and the Hampton-Walsh household is all abuzz. Author’s Note: Inspired by an episode of Boy Meets World, called Risky Business. I hope my giftee enjoys reading it! :)

“Well, what do we have here? Is that a valentine I see in your hands, little brother?”

Jamie looked up from the red heart-shaped card he was holding, and immediately flung it to the side at the sound of his older brother’s teasing voice.

“It’s not mine! I think it’s for papa from dad… See, it says: ‘Dear Hacker Boy - Roses are red, violets are blue. Valentine’s on Monday, let’s rendezvous.’ I found it standing on the cutting board.”

“Ah, the fathers are leaving goofy notes for each other again, Jamie. Allow me to bestow some wisdom upon you,” he continued loudly, rolling his eyes at the slashing motions Jamie had started making with his hands, “Dad and pops do these cheesy gimmicks to keep the spice in their relationship alive. When you’re a parent, it’s all you really have left,” he tapered off with a wistful sigh.

“What, cheese?”

“No, doofus, lame goofy attempts at romance-!”

“Evan, don’t call your brother a doofus, and please don’t try to bestow any more romantic wisdom upon him.”

“How long have you been standing there?” Evan asked turning around to face his father.

“Long enough, what’s this?” Oliver answered, sauntering into the kitchen and picking up the card.

“I tried to warn you, bro,” Jamie said, then turned quizzically upon hearing the strangled snort his father had just let out, “Are you okay papa?”

“It’s the cheese, he choked on it. You should get him some water,” Evan quipped.

“What? Oh no, I’m fine,” Oliver replied, fixing his older son with a calculating look. “I was just thinking that I need to get a sitter for Monday… Say, Evan, since you’re so knowledgeable about cheeses and spices, what do you say to fixing some up while you babysit your little brother and sister on Monday evening?”

“Uh-uh. Sorry, pops. No can do. I have my own valentine to rendezvous with. Lisa and I made up,” Evan answered, quickly amending his statement at his father’s raised eyebrow. “Well… we’ll be making up when I tell her about the awesome Valentine’s dinner I’ve got planned for her at Bon Giourno. I made reservations and everything.”

“Oh alright, I suppose I could try to call Karen. But, she might have plans that night too… Hmm, you know, I was around 12 when I first started babysitting, and you’re nearly 12, Jamie. Maybe you could stay with Charlotte. The job pays $2.00 an hour, you up for it?”

“Keep the cash, papa. Buy yourself a new tie. Consider it a signing bonus for first time clients,” Jamie replied with a mischievous smile, much to his father’s amusement.

“Gee, thanks, buddy. That is mighty generous of you. Monday night then. I’ll take a chance on you.” Oliver ruffled his younger son’s hair, thinking not for the first time of his striking resemblance to Connor with his messy dark brown locks.

———-

“Whatcha got there, Charlotte?” Jamie asked, seeing his little sister fiddling with something that looked suspiciously like a heart-shaped card.

“Papa’s heart!” She squealed happily, holding it out proudly for him to see. “I’m a'pose to give it to Daddy!”

“'Dear Lawyer Boy - Blue is the violet. Red is the rose. Meet me at 8:00PM at the restaurant where you proposed.’” Jamie read aloud.

“Poetry is not papa’s strong suit,” came Evan’s loud guffaw, “You know, Jamie, girls love poetry. Throw a couple of fancy rhymes together with some flowers, and they’ll be putty in your hands.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah! Here, listen to a master at work and soak up some brilliance,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “Uh… there once was a guy in a locker, who just got a date… What a shocker!-”

“Be still my heart, Jamie, I think we’ve got a Shakespeare in the family,” came Connor’s teasing voice as he walked into the living room and perched on a couch arm rest, “Evan, I say this with love, son, but please don’t try and compose poetry to win Lisa back.” he added with a smirk.

“Ha ha, very funny, dad,” Evan sulked, slumping down onto the couch.

“Aren’t I?” Connor replied with a wink, before turning to his youngest, who had begun clamoring for his attention.

“Daddy!”

“Princess Charlotte! Ooh, what’s that?”

“Papa’s heart,” she answered very seriously, “He said t'keep it safe until you came. Here!” She chirped, holding it out delicately with both hands to her father.

He took it from her with a kiss to her head and opened it up, his eyes widening with mirth as he read the contents, “Your papa rhymes about as smoothly as you, Evan,” he chuckles.

“Dad, how did Papa get you to fall in love with him if he can’t write good poetry?” Jamie mused, “Evan says the trick to getting someone to fall for you is through poetry and flowers.”

“First, do not take romance advice from your brother, Jamie. Your papa didn’t need to write me poetry or bring me flowers. He was perfect just the way he was, with his dorky coke-bottle glasses, shy gummy smile, and cute blush-”

“Don’t forget my beautiful mind.”

“Ollie! When did you get home from the store?”

“Early enough to hear the end of your gushing. I see you got my heart,” Oliver answered, bending down for a quick peck.

“I guarded it with my life, Papa!”

“Thank you my sweetness!” Oliver turned to his daughter, reveling in the peals of giggles he received in return as he squeezed her into a tight hug then booped her nose.

“Hey, where are you two sneaking off to?” Connor asked, noticing his two sons starting to slink up the stairs.

“I’ve got some homework-”

“I’m gonna call Lisa-”

“Dinner’s in an hour, boys, so I expect you to be down again by then.”

“Got it, papa.”

“Okay, pops.”

“So… is it a date?” Oliver asked, looking up at Connor from his position on the floor with Charlotte, who was now animatedly playing with his fingers.

“It’s a date.” Connor winked back, “I assume you got a sitter?”

“I thought we might give Jamie a chance. He’s nearly 12, he should be able to hold the fort down for a couple of hours. Oh, and get this - I offered to pay him, $2 an hour, and he waived it as a signing bonus! Told me to buy a nice tie with the extra cash!” Oliver replied with a chuckle, “I think he’s been hanging around one too many of your client calls.”

Connor, for his part, looked caught between sheepish amusement and pride, “That kid absorbs everything he’s exposed to! They’re all growing up so fast. Make them stop growing, Ollie.”

“Well, we’ve still got this little one.” Oliver responded giving Charlotte another tight squeeze.

“I’m a grown up too, daddy!”

“Oh no you’re not, Princess Charlotte! You’re going to be our baby girl forever.” Connor replied indignantly, moving to sit on the floor with the pair and start tickling his daughter, as Oliver gently extricated himself to attend to dinner.

———-

Jamie looked up from the puzzle he and Charlotte were working on at the ring of the telephone.

“Hello?” …

“Oh, hi papa! No, dad left 40 minutes ago.” …

“Yes, everything is fine. The house is still standing, and Charlotte is being entertained.” …

“Okay, bye! Have fun on your date!”

He made his way back to the couch, only to do an about-face when the phone rings again.

“Yello?” …

“Oh, hi dad!” …

“Everything’s fine. Papa just called to ask about you actually.” …

“No, dad. I’m telling you, he’s there.” …

“Okay, bye dad.”

Man, I can’t believe mom and dad can’t find each other. How big is this restaurant anyway? He wondered to himself, as he went back to Charlotte.

He was getting bored with the puzzle and the beginnings of a game of house tag starting to take shape in his head.

———-

“Connor, it was humiliating! How could you go to the wrong restaurant? Or was proposing to me that forgettable?”

“I can only say I’m sorry so many times, Ollie.” Connor replied desperately, watching his husband pace their backyard.

“How could you forget something so important?”

“You’re right. I am a crass, unfeeling dunderhead who forgot that I proposed to you at Trattoria.”

“Yes, you are. And, I may forgive you in time. What restaurant did you go to anyway?” Oliver asked curiously.

“Can’t we just forget about this, and just get on to the romantic part of the evening?” Connor replied with a suggestive wink.

“It’s cute that you think you’re still getting lucky tonight. Just tell me. Where did you go?”

“I went to La Lola.”

“La Lola? That’s- Oh.”

“What ’Oh’?”

“Nothing, come on. Let’s go inside.”

“No, wait a minute, wait a minute. That was a loaded, ’Oh’.”

“Can’t we just get on with the romantic part of the evening, Lawyer Boy?”

“It’s cute, how you think you can use my own words against me, but no, no, no. Don’t you Lawyer Boy me. I will not be distracted. I did propose to you at La Lola, didn’t l?”

“Yes, you did, Connor.”

“Ooh, I knew it! I knew it. What happened at Trattoria?”

“I was proposed to at Trattoria.”

“Not by me.”

“Are you hungry? I’m so hungry.”

“Now, wait just a hot minute, wait a minute. Who proposed to you at Trattoria?”

“Lucas Porter.”

“Lucas Porter? Lucas Porter proposed to you? Who the hell is Lucas Porter?”

“Some guy.”

“Some guy? Some random drive-by proposal? Somebody proposed to you, and you didn’t tell me about it?”

“No, Connor. No, I did not.”

“Well, why the hell not?”

“Oh, because silly me, I thought maybe you’d get angry!”

“Oh, well, fine. Obviously, you know me. I don’t know you.”

“Connor!”

“Did you accept the proposal? Do you have another set of children in Maysville, Kentucky? Are Beatrice, Christopher, and Jackson waiting for their father to come back after stepping out for gum eighteen years ago?”

“Okay, enough, Connor.” Oliver admonished, rolling his eyes. “You’re being ridiculous! Calm down. Let’s go inside and discuss this like mature adults. You’ll only aggravate your blood pressure!”

“Oliver, if that’s even you’re real name- What in the world happened here? JAMIE!” Connor broke off, his eyes widening at the state of disarray that the living room currently seemed to be in.

As his eyes swept the scene, he took stock of a broken lamp, some spaghetti strewn across the couch, and the rest of the furniture that didn’t seem to be in their right places. Charlotte was sleeping in what seemed to be a makeshift pillow fort on the floor.

“It’s all my fault. No one else is to blame except me. But don’t worry, dad. I’m going to pay for it out of my own money.” Jamie rushed into the living room frantically, holding a broom.

“Your own money? What ’own money’?” Oliver asked with an incredulous stare.

“Well, no charge for my subsequent babysitting services until this gets paid off?” Jamie asked with hopeful, but worried eyes.

“YOU THINK WE’RE GOING TO LET YOU BABYSIT AG-” came Connor’s disbelieving shriek.

“SHHHHH! You’ll wake up my dear little sister, who, thank God, is still alive.” Jamie interrupted quickly, trying to defuse his father’s anger.

“Oh! Well, thank God for that.” Oliver replied sardonically, placing a gentle hand on his husband’s shoulder and praying it wouldn’t be shoved off. They shared a look, and Oliver knew they wouldn’t be dropping their previous discussion anytime soon - just shelving it for now to deal with the mess at hand and get their kids to bed.

———-

“Here, papa.”

“What’s this?” Oliver asked, looking up from his laptop to see his youngest son holding out a small bunch of paper flowers.

“Art project for school.”

“And, you made this for me? Thanks buddy, that’s really sweet. But, it’s not getting you out of your grounding.” Oliver replied with a wink and a ruffle to his son’s hair.

“Eh, it was worth a shot.” Jamie replied, turning to walk back upstairs to his room.

“Are those from Lucas Porter?” Connor quipped, as he walked into the living room.

“No. It’s from Jamie Hampton-Walsh.”

“Well, in case they get lonely.” Connor replied, presenting his husband with his own bouquet of fresh flowers.

“Connor, they’re beautiful. What are they for?”

“Because,” Connor answered, looking down as he hugged a throw pillow to his chest, “Because, this was the worst Valentine’s Day of my life, and I don’t think yours was any better either. And, maybe I overreacted. A little bit.”

“Oh?”

"And, I was thinking that you may have been proposed to twice, but you only said yes once, and I’m glad it was to me. Happy Valentine’s Day, Ollie.”

“Thanks, Con.” Oliver replied, accepting the flowers with a relieved smile.

They sat for a while in comfortable silence - Connor had traded the throw pillow in favor playing with Oliver’s fingers - until Oliver spoke up again.

“So,” he teased with a mischievous grin, “What makes you think I was only proposed to twice?”

-FIN-