#sry buddy

[rebouks]

Now now now! Ivan and Frankie! I saw it and I'm in! Could they? Might they become an item? Hmm? :3c One for us to kiss and hug and cuddle and smooch and cradle and put on our desks and admire and giggle and twirl our hair and kick our feet and shake the bars of our little cages? Idk what kind of trouble Frankie's ex-husband is, what danger he poses to her and others that might get in his way, but I'm interested in this mess now! And Ivan is great at solving messes lol And please, if Ivanesca sails, make it so that Bruno finds out about them! Maybe bc Jacob slips about them during one of their convos and he gets even more miserable and depressed! Oh, I'm such a messy bitch. Imagine if Jacob and Jude gossip about each other's dads? "I accidentally told him your dad is going out with Frankie..." "HUH?" "I know. But he... he just sat there like a stone and stared at me for a while. Then said 'he deserves to be happy.' and that was that." And in the following weeks we follow Jude as he fights the demons and the shadow people and the bloodsucking monsters to decide whether or not he should tell Ivan that that happened lol But seriously, idk what you're gonna do with him. He chose to go back to that life but I'm done with the mafia story. Sorry, but I am. I'd be happy if Bruno only showed up to talk with Jacob when he goes to visit him to vent about his teenage life, but I know that won't be just that, so... good luck sorting that guy out and how you'll handle the new side of this mafia again. Personally, I'd just dip Bruno headfirst in boiling oil. Yes, he's handsome. Yes, the most handsome of all your characters. None can hold a candle to him. Your people can fight this all they want, but even me, his official hater, know it's a FACT. And it's too bad because he's trash. So, I guess... Stay strong, Becca. Or consider the boiling oil.

this ask is so chaotic i LOVE it skjkjs... HMMMMMMM you're not the only one intrigued by Frankie's mess tho! what on earth is going on with that woman, her ex and her mess?! i'm sure we'll find out, right? girls night with some gossip WHEN Cookie?! 👀

i'm sure Bruno would find out tho right? i bet Jude and Jacob DO talk about their dad's now n then and ofc Jude will remember much more about Bruno than Pixie and i reckon B himself is miserable enough to ask Jacob for the deets don't you think?? 😅 idk what i'm gonna do with Bruno tbh.. he's just chillin' as a mobster in Oasis Springs for now ig and who knows what that really entails, Jacob usually goes to see him a couple times a month but ofc B is never working when he sees his son, i wonder how much Jacob rlly knows about his "work"?? 🤔

[dizzybizz]

dealing with this snowy march by drawing the family

[3x15eddie]

i can’t believe that the narrative is going to make buck date his number 1 hater while eddie spirals into gym rat madness just to avoid his feelings. the slow burn has gone too far

[parva-noctua]

Starting to think about a Buck×Tommy story. Just. Because. I. Can. Thank you very much. And I thought surviving SPN Fandom is tough. I was wrong.

[radical-rapscallion]

no FUCKIN way i just saw a radfem praising But I'm A Cheerleader and The Miseducation Of Cameron Post. did you entirely miss the parts in both of those whwre gender nonconformiry was punished. and it was largely fueld by racism. the call is coming from inside the house you stupid fuck did tou think that Jan getting her facial hair waxed off and Adam getting his head shaved were just regular brand dick behaviour NO it was punishing them for not fitting the srandard of Good White Hetero and im sick of those idiots not getting it!!!! this is your fault!!!!!!! i actually haven't seen anyone bring that up at all in regards to either movie on this site and idk if im just not looking hard enough or if nobody gives a shit idk

[themosthatedbeingg]

“Hey Adam your Son’s call me Daddy too~”

[illgetmerope]

Hangovers and boyfriends...

Bad combo.

[trudemaethien]

Hi! The random generators (even if I had to use a different one for the words) gave me Hardcase/Comet and evanescent shoe.

Beautiful.

“Nah, that guy’s called Comet because he leaves behind a deceptively sparkly trail of icy debris in his wake. You don’t want to go after him, Hardcase.”

“Maybe I’d like to chase that tail, though,” Hardcase says, staring after the path Comet’s circling around the dance floor. He’s soon lost in the swirling, gyrating throng.

“Torrent pup thinks he want to try and run with wolves?” one of the Wolfpack teases, draping himself over the back of their booth. This is the silver-haired one, and he looks eerie under the colorful lights. His grin has more teeth than are strictly friendly, but he is grinning and slouching and talking to them, so Hardcase smiles back cheerily.

“Sounds like an exhilarating good time,” he says, and across the table Jesse mouths (Sinker) at him, so he adds, “You wanna introduce me, Sinker? I’ll wag my tail and everything; only bite for play.”

Sinker throws back his head and laughs. “Only because I think Comet would get a kick out of you. Come on; what am I introducing you as…Bold, Terror, Audacity?”

“It’s Hardcase.”

Sinker laughs harder, chest shaking against Hardcase’s bicep as he guides them through the crowd. He lets go and gives Hardcase a shove, making him trip and stumble right into the arms of—he looks up and it’s who he asked to meet, Comet, looking down at him bewildered and then up at his smirking brother.

“I brought you a squeaky toy,” Sinker says smugly. “Comet, Hardcase; Hardcase, Comet.”

Comet looks at him again, amused and puzzled. “You…squeak?” Hardcase gets his feet back under himself and straightens his fatigue blouse.

“Bet, if you bite him,” Sinker teases, shoving them together again as he passes them to leave. “Have fun; save the pieces!”

At least Hardcase didn’t trip this time.

“Hi,” he says, “I did not ask him to say that.”

“No, I know; sorry my brother thinks he’s funny.” But Comet looks like he thought it was pretty entertaining too, and his smile has the same sort of teeth as Sinker’s had. No wonder people call the Wolfpack feral.

Hardcase glances over where Jesse and Fletch had been and doesn’t see them, and then feels the sharp pinch of teeth on his neck, and a swipe of warm wet tongue between them. He does make an embarrassingly high noise, and Comet’s snickering becomes giggling becomes full-blown laughter.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says unrepentantly, eyes glittering with glee, and that’s it. This is one grenade these wolves have tried to cook off just a moment too karking long.

Hardcase reels him in and kisses his laughing mouth with more teeth than is nice, and apparently that’s exactly the way these lunatics like it. Comet groans and gives back as good as he’s getting.

Hardcase can’t say he doesn’t like it, himself.

He’s not exactly sure how they get back to the barracks, since it’s hard to observe your surroundings with someone in your face; it’s a blur of making out and moving on autopilot.

The Wolfpack survivors had been given smaller quarters, and it seems they remain in them while regaining battalion strength and retraining all their new arrivals. It’s there that they land. No one else is in, and there’s not a whole lot of discussion why or who’s where, only less and less clothing and more and more enthusiastic touching.

It’s very nice, even if Comet’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Hardcase feels lucky to have gotten to know him like this. He’s a lot of fun, joking and teasing and wrestling.

Telling Comet this turns into round number—are they counting? Nope, they have better things to be doing.

<><>

Hardcase checks the chrono and curses with lighthearted annoyance. “I have formation. Wish I could stay.” He sits up and starts sorting through the mess of fatigues on the floor to separate his out.

“Mmm, I’ll keep the bed warm for you,” Comet says, tracing fingers over his hip and up the line of his tattoo on his back.

Hardcase turns and catches his hand, kissing his knuckles and tucking it away where it can’t start anything else they don’t have time to finish. “I’ll probably have detail all morning, and resupply after midmeal. This evening?”

“We’re taking night watch all this next week,” Comet says regretfully.

“And we leave in two days,” Hardcase adds, further dampening the mood.

“If this is goodbye, come tell me properly,” Comet pulls him in, and kisses him until he’s too distracted to think of being sad.

“Wasn’t it, uh, zero-eight for your formation?” Comet asks against his lips, “because it’s quarter-til.”

“Kriff,” Hardcase says with feeling, and scrambles to his feet. “Where’s my belt, cap…” he mumbles, patting himself down and looking around to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. “Toss me my other shoe, by the bed?”

Comet wings it at him, and Hardcase barely catches it, turning into the throw with an involuntary shout. Comet, still tangled in his sheets, is cracking up, so Hardcase flings it back at him to shut him up, and immediately regrets it as Comet tucks the shoe under himself and looks prepared to defend it with the utmost shenanigans.

“Hey, no, I need that! Come on, Comet.”

“No, I think I’m keeping this now,” Comet drawls.

“Hhheckkk. Please give it back? I’m already going to be late; you’re going to make me be out of uniform too? And I just got done dealing with the assholes in requisitions,” Hardcase wheedles.

“Take one of mine,” Comet says nonchalantly kicking the lid off his half-slid-out under-bunk kit box. His boot-shoes, worn with both armor and with fatigues are right on top. “Maybe it’ll help you keep your feet.”

Hardcase pauses, instantly more serious. “You’re giving me a piece of your shell?” he asks carefully, reining back his sudden eager interest.

“You did it first,” Comet says easily, but his smile says he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Keep my paint clean, you hear?”

There’s a thin stripe of grey around the edge of the sole. Hardcase’s boots are still unpainted. He hadn’t been joking about just having to draw new ones from supply after his last set had gotten damaged.

“I’ve still got to paint mine,” Hardcase says. “I can do it next time I see you?”

“Yeah,” Comet says, hugging his pillow. “I’d like that.”

Chasing Tail 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51903022

[kuromi-hoemie]

i love when people give me a look of disapproval bc all i do is look them dead in the eyes back like i truly do not give a fuck what you think ✋🏾😹

it's always people with the weakest drip too like.. I'm sorry you're not hot but i don't see how that's my problem. step up

most people in this situation avert their eyes after i look at them and that's pretty funny too

[rebouks]

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First day of preschool...

[all-mighty-axle-arc]

You should've seen yesterday, sianackit proposed to exorspace

for real??? i barely know those two but i hope the proposal went well! along with any other events they've got planned for themselves! :D

[dizzybizz]

kyu homophobic dog.png

[hikeyzz]

age gap kink go brrrr

[amygdalae]

“haha my workplace is so fun and quirky” *goes on to describe an absolutely grotesque HR nightmarescape*

[parva-noctua]

[HOME alone... on the couch.]

Eddie: You look nice, I want to kiss you.

Buck: What?

Eddie: I SAID IF YOU DIED, I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.

[chaosandwolves]

Hey Ty! For the WIP ask game I wanna know more about The Bet! Very interested 👀

Hello lovely!!!

Ooohhh hehe this is a fun one!

Basically the 118 has a bet going that Buck and Eddie won't make a move in the next five years unless someone says something

And as soon as the five years are over Hen pulls up to work and is like... Eddie, Buck get your asses over here...

They're both startled by this request that certainly leaves to room to argue.

When they both turn to Bobby for help or at least for some reassurance, they find him shaking his head and turning towards the pancakes cooking on the stove, clearly not willing to get involved.

Hen makes them sit down on the sofa in the loft and shoos everyone else away, even Chim who complains that it's not fair at all.

Then she turns towards them, sighs as if she's carrying weight of the world on her shoulders and starts,

"Ok boys I don't know how anyone can he as oblivious as you two but for the love of god I don't have to hold back anymore."

She takes a deep breath and bluntly states, "Eddie, Buck, you're stupid, extremely stupid,"

They're both about to protest but Hen holds up a finger and they fall silent like scolded school boys.

" So incredibly stupid. I mean, really?"

"It's been 6 years! Six. Years. And you've yearned for each other for at least 6 years minus an hour... Seriously... "

As Hen shakes her head in pure disbelief, Buck just looks absolutely confused while Eddie's face goes on a whole journey.

"Hen, what are you talking about?" Buck asks and Hen groans and rubs her temple in exasperation before she glances over to Eddie, "Do you want to have the honour?"

But instead of answering, Eddie looks at her in a mix of horror, realization and fear and Hen is done.

"You two, Buck and Eddie, you two love each other and have done so for years and I swear to god if you don't get your shit together, I will do it for you and this conversation will be the least embarrassing thing that'll happen today."

She flicks them both on the forehead, stands up, gives them one last stern raised eyebrow, turns and then just leaves them sitting there, absolutely baffled and speechless.